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writingsfromhome · 4 years ago

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Bad Timing I

A/N: This is you and your ex, (Detective) Harry, winding up in each other’s lives again after a traumatic event in your life. I’ve had this idea in my notes app for like a year, and I just decided to go for it this week! It’s a little all over the place as I set it up but I think the next part will go a lot better if you can stick with it (and I appreciate you if you can <3).

Warnings: Violence (guns), PTSD?

Part 1 / (.5) / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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I had booked Thursday and Friday off in advance. I made sure my e-mails were forwarded, my clients were told I wouldn't be in, and any internal matters were allocated to my assistant. It was going to be a relaxing long weekend where I could have a homemade meal for once and watch Netflix all day. I was my branch’s youngest director and even though it was a fulfilling job, I hadn't had a day off since I got the position four months ago.

This was probably why, at 9am, I get a call from my assistant. One of our bigger clients was refusing to discuss his loan terms with anyone and wanted to speak to me directly.

"Tell him I'm not in Adam, you shouldn't even be calling me-I have the bloody day off."

"Yess but he said he's coming in at 10 and if you're not here he's switching banks for his personal and business accounts." Adam stuttered. “If you lose this client H-”

"Jesus," I look at my outfit and the time-I barely had any time to make it to the bank; it took me 40 minutes just to get to work. "I'll be there-distract him if I'm late. Oh! Ask about his daughter's new private school!"

I rush to my room and apply minimal makeup, pull back my y/h/c hair and throw on my black cigarette pants and a blazer. I'm halfway down the lift when I realise I was still in my t-shirt. "Shite," I mutter. I button the blazer and put my scarf around my neck so it's covered. That was decent enough for my day off.

I arrive breathless and sweaty 5 minutes early to the bank despite the cool weather. Might have seemed like a win if that wasn’t when everything went downhill. Just as I walk up to the side door, waving at Adam who was walking out to greet me, a crash from the entrance startles me.

"Hands up!” A loud voice booms from behind me. “Don't touch a fucking thing!" I turn, seeing Adam’s shocked expression, just in time to be shoved to the floor by four people dressed all in black, and wearing celebrity masks. In all my time working here, I’d never been part of a bank heist and some part of me is frozen, mind blank. I wasn’t even supposed to be here!

"I said to put your hands up!" The one with a Brad Pitt face points the gun around the room as people scramble for cover. I inch backwards to the counter as I watch them manhandle the customers and pull our bankers to the floor. I release a breath, trying to snap out of the shock I seemed to be in. The base of a column digs into my back and I focus on that to ground myself, scanning each robber, and where my employees were. Adam has his hands on his head, the closest one to me. I try to catch his eye to reassure him but he’s squeezing them tight. I didn’t blame him, Brad Pitt stands over him menacingly. I look to the customers, they weren’t trying to be smart--that was good. I’d watched enough TV to know that was never a smart move.

Just as I think that, from the corner of my eye, I catch Cole, one of our guards reach for his gun. A loud shot echoes through the small space and I swivel my head trying to see what's happened while making sure everyone was okay. The thief wearing a Kanye West mask, manning the front entrance of the bank, had shot Cole in the arm and he was bleeding all over the floor. My first instinct is to help him but I'm yanked back down before I make it a step.

"We’re not missing the next person who moves a muscle. I want you all to drop your phones in the middle! No. Fucking. Funny business." The thief who shot Cole points his gun to all of us and it takes all of me to not hyperventilate. I hear a few people crying but I don't dare look. Instead, I watch on as David Beckham drags Cole to the side and ties his hands behind him. I can see by the wincing that they didn’t care whether they twisted his arms too hard. This wasn’t a petty robbery, they were hardcore.

"Who has the passcode to the vault?" Brad Pitt asks as one of his friends goes around zip tying everybody's hands behind them. When nobody answers he shoves the gun in Adam’s face and I let out a sob. What did we do to deserve this?

"Me," I choke out. “Don’t hurt him, I have the passcode. I know it.”

"You?" The man asks. "You better not be lying bitch or you'll be joining your friend there."

I nod as he pulls me up by the arm and uses my scarf to tie my hands. I try to stay calm, the only way I could get through this before the police arrived was to keep my calm. Everything in me is screaming to do something--fight, scream, swear, cry, but I keep my mouth shut and follow Brad Pitt and the joker to the back. I'm led at gunpoint to the vault and they untie me so I can put in the code and my thumbprint. The one in a Joker mask presses her gun into my back and I know the least of my worries was a bruise but that was the only thing I could focus on.

She shoves me forward when I pause, hovering my finger over the finger pad, in the distance I hear sirens. Please let us all be okay, I pray.

"Don’t be a fucking hero, let’s go!" The female behind me yells in my ear and I rush to press my thumb.

As soon as I finish the procedure, I feel an explosion like fireworks against the side of my head and everything goes dark.

H POV:

I walked into the station around 10, just having come back from a nearby escalated domestic call. It wasn’t the craziest thing I’ve ever been involved in at 10am on a Thursday morning.

"Harry, there seems to be some sort of commotion near Holborn, the director wants you in his office." Serena, the receptionist tells me gravely. I don’t even consider the street, assuming it would be another criminal to go after. But when I go into the office, we get the rundown: there was a robbery happening at the HSBC. That’s when I understand the gravity of the situation.

"We’ve sent a few men right now, they seemed to be armed so proceed with caution." He warns. I had been on the force for over four years; I moved rank fast and knew how to handle myself so the warning was mostly for the junior constables. But my heart thuds violently in my chest when I think about the possibility...no. I had to focus. But I can’t help but try her cell on our way to the scene. When it continues to ring, my thoughts go to the worse place possible. I know I hadn’t spoken to her in nearly a year, like she wanted, but if anything happened to her, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.

When we arrive at the scene, the thieves are still inside. I make sure nobody makes any moves, following protocol, and trying to gauge the exact situation inside. But before I could give orders, a man holding up his zip-tied hands shuffles out of the building. I notice the terror on his face and the fact that he's not armed.

"Down!" I say. The restless energy building up inside of me makes every move feel frantic.

"They left out the back! They left!" The man's shaky voice reaches our ears. I gesture a few of the officers to head around back and radio in the update.

"Get his statement, be sensitive,” I snap at the closest officer before I take a few of my officers indoors. The scene inside only reminds me why I do what I do, there's glass on the floor, phones in a pile and bullets littering the floor. Everyone looks shocked, people are crying, and a man in the corner is bleeding profusely.I scan all their faces but I don’t see her. I pray that she might have taken the day off today or something, even though I knew she rarely every did. Where was she?

"Medical," I order. I face the crowd, "You're all alright, If everyone can slowly get up and follow Officer McGregor out, we'll see that your belongings are returned to you and collect statements later. You’re all alright now."

"Sir," a bloke off to the side steps forward from the group getting up. "Our manager was taken to the back...we're not sure how she is, she hasn't come out...”

I reassure the crowd she should be fine. I didn't want them to see me panic, not to mention if we had any casualty the press outside were going to bombard this crowd with insensitive questions and I really wanted to keep this on the low. I was considered young for a DCI and any screw up meant I took it twice as hard. And I didn’t know if I could behave normally if I didn’t find her in any way except breathing. I put on my brave face.

I get an officer to stand by and venture cautiously into the back, spotting an open vault. I hurry into the area when I spot her, laying motionless on the floor.

“Y/N,” I rush forward, skidding on my knees to check on her. “Pleasepleaseplease.” I put my fingers to her pulse and nearly shout in relief. She was alive! I send a thanks out into the universe, to whoever was watching over her. “Y/N! Y/N, can you hear me?”

Her eyes flutter under her lids. I turn her gently onto her back, she was wearing a Green Day t-shirt under a smart jacket and trousers--that was unlike her. She always dressed very smart. I gently remove her short strands off her face to reveal a nasty bruise on the side of her head. I try to stifle my heartbeat; it scared me seeing her like this. I’m about to call my officer but her long lashes flutter and suddenly she's looking at me, dazed.

"Y/N! Are you alright?" I inquire. She blinks, and then again, her eyebrows drawn together as she stares at me. I try again, “Y/N, answer me please! Are you alright?”

"I...do I...bloody look alright? Where did they go?" She snaps out of her daze and tries to sit up but her hand goes to her head which must be throbbing. I place a hand on her back so she doesn't fall back down.

"Oh thank god,” I sigh in relief, she could talk. She was alright. “Th-they’'ve managed to escape. We'll deal with that. You were knocked unconscious so we should get you checked-”

"Those bastards," she snarls. I bite back a chuckle as I help her up. She pushes me away as soon as she's on her feet. "I wasn't even supposed to bloody be here today you know that? It was my day off and....Jesus.” She clutches her forehead. “How's everyone else? Chris? Adam?"

"Everyone is fine, your guard’s being taken to hospital. Everyone else is untouched, we need to have you checked out though." I am mesmerized, as always, by her ability to talk about ten things at once.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“It’s my case, I guess,” I tell her, expecting the question. She scowls. “I’ll have to ask you some questions later, but Y/N we need to have your head checked.”

“I’m sure you’d like that,” she mumbles.

“You’re proving by the second that you’re quite alright but we’ve got to get you to a medic anyway,” I gesture forward so she can walk ahead of me. I didn’t want her falling or anything. The constable at the door watches her walk out and eyes me warily.

"She need her statement taken chief?"

"I'll take her down to the station myself--she's hurt." I dismiss the officer and follow Y/N out. I wanted to keep an eye on her right now. “Can I help you walk?”

“My legs are working fine,” she snarls whilst clutching her forehead.

Your POV:

I could not believe today's turn of events. I was supposed to have a relaxing day off but instead, I’m rushed to work so I could be held up by thieves, forced to help them rob my branch, only to be mildly concussed. And the person on the case is none other than my ex-husband Harry Styles.

The only thing going for me is that I don't cry easily (or i would be a sniffling mess right now). And Harry was the last person I wanted to cry in front of although he’s seen me at much worse. I push aside those memories, ignoring his lingering eyes and try to walk ahead of him.

I cover up my shaking hands by stuffing them under the blanket I'm wrapped in when Harry leads me to the ambulance. He stays to the side while the medic goes through a questionnaire and informs me on what I need to know about being mildly concussed. All I could think about is the feeling of a gun pressed to the small of back, the chill of it through fabric.

"Miss?" The medic asks.

"Sorry, I got it. Yes. Thank you."

"I asked how you got here?" The medic begins to look concerned. Shit. I did not want more attention.

"I...meant I got what you were saying. Sorry, I rode the tube in."

"Great. You can ride with me to the station," Harry says from the side. I avoid his gaze but I have to agree. There was no way I was taking the tube during a time like this. I had a concussion.

So I'm sat in the back whilst Harry drives with his partner. I catch Harry glancing in the rear-view more often than he should and when we make eye contact, he gives me a reassuring smile. But sitting in the back of the car, I feel like the metal tip of a gun still keeps my spine straight. My lungs feel like they're not expanding large enough for air and I clutch the seatbelt strapping me in. I try to name all the countries I could remember--a coping technique I’d used since I was a kid to try and distract myself.

"You alright miss?" The other officer sounds concerned.

"Yeah," I choke out. "Just a little stuffy back here."

"Oh ‘m sorry," Harry opens the back window and I greedily gulp the fresh air coming in. My panic subsides and I settle back into the seat.

"And that's all you remember?" Harry sits on the desk chair next to me even though his own seat remains empty behind the desk.

"Exactly as I've told you, like, 20 times Harry."

It was now two hours later; I'd sat waiting for an hour before receiving my phone only to find multiple calls from the bank’s higher-ups. After dealing with them, I had to wait another half hour before finally being interviewed. I proceeded to drink two cups of bad coffee while giving every detail of what I remember, their masks, and so on. Every time I said something that could help, Harry would backtrack and I would explain it three different ways. It was frustrating and the repetition kicked my anxiety up so that I was on the edge of a breakdown. I grip the arms of the chair and respond to Harry. "Listen, alright, why would I not be telling you the full story? Of course that's all I bloody remember! It's not like I had an out-of-body experience and I saw them leave through the back door.”

"I'm sorry Y/N, it's just routine." Harry keeps a straight face on. "We have a few suspicions we're trying to corroborate by interviewing everyone involved. I promise I’m just being thorough-"

"Yeah yeah alright, you sound like you're reading from a bloody manual," I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh into the silence. When Harry doesn't say anything, I look up to see him watching me with an amused expression.

"What?" I ask, annoyed.

"It’s been a while...I forgot how charming you can be.”

“What can I say, you bring it out in me.”

"Very interesting outfit by the way," he takes my snark in stride, gesturing to my outfit with his pen instead. I cross my arms in front of me. He's still got the stupid expression on his face, it looks unchanged from the one he used to give me once upon a time. When he found something I did funny but in a loveable way; the feelings that surface are almost unbearable.

"Don’t judge my outfit, I had to rush to work for our client meet-oh shit." I pull out my phone and check my email but there's nothing from the client. Probably avoiding the shit show. I notice the time, with all the time I’d wasted today I may as well not have taken the day off at all.

"So you weren't meant to be at work today except for this client? Bad timing isn’t it." Harry reads to himself from his notes. I stare at him, wishing I could burn a hole into his skull to see if he really had a brain in there.

"I've told you this five times before, Harry. You're literally reading from your notes. If you're just going to ask the same questions over and over I’m sure you can find the answers in there and I can go home."

"Right but something doesn't add up, I just want to make sure I have all the details."

"Do I have to be here to watch you do your mental maths?" I wasn't very nice when anxiety and frustration became my base emotions. But Harry knew that.

He looks at me, eyebrows raised at my snark. "I'm sure that you want to get to the bottom of this just as much as I do-"

"But that's not my job," I remind him. "That's yours. I've done mine, and I'd really just like to go home." My voice cracks, and I feel a rush of embarrassment.

"How about I drop you off home? I can walk through the day with you once more during the drive?”

He looks at me expectantly, “I’d rather stab myself in the eye.”

"Best not to with the concussion,” Harry pushes my buttons, and I’m kind of surprised. The last time we saw each other he’d been accommodating to my anger but he was pushing back today. Like he used to when we were together when he riled me up simply because he found it amusing.

When I scowl though, he gets serious. “Y/N, just let me give you a ride home and we can talk more.”

I didn’t want to stand around arguing, I was tired, so I just agree. He smiles, his dimples making a pretty appearance. Damn him.

H POV:

I’m surprised she agrees to ride home with me. I knew Y/N had a stubborn streak and giving in to my offer was new. She’d made it clear last time we saw each other that she wanted nothing to do with me. I was also curious to know where she lived, I’d only been to her office once since we’d split. And that was usually to drop off papers.

She actually answers my questions on the drive, albeit they’re one word answers, but she gives me space to talk out some theories I had. But she also disagrees with most of them, pointing out their flaws. The comfortable back-and-forth between us is bittersweet. This was why we were married once upon a time. We worked well together; after all, we’d been friends for years before dating the other. It was the friendship I missed the most when I thought about us.

When we drive up to her address, it’s a townhome in a decent part of the city. Her promotion clearly had its perks.

I leap out of the car to open her door before she could but she beats me to it, scowling at me as she realises what I was trying to do.

“So you live here?” I try to ease into a conversation, get her to open up, ask her how she was doing. But she looks at me like I’d asked a stupid question, waving her keys.

“You’re kind of dense for a detective,” she says when I raise an eyebrow. “Don’t look so shocked.”

“Forget I asked,” getting personal was useless.

“Done.” She always manages to get the last word. She climbs her steps but I follow her up. She eyes me as she finds the correct one on her key ring. “What?”

“I just-have you got anyone living with you?”

“What’s that got to do with the case?” She asks, her defenses going up.

“You’re concussed, it’s best you have someone with you for the next 24 hours like the med-”

“I’ll be fine Harry,” her sharp edges soften but still, she only opens her door wide enough to step through. I can barely see anything behind her except for a hall.

“You shouldn’t be alone,” I try again.

“Nice of you to care,” the way she says it implies a deeper meaning, one that borders on a dangerous topic.

“I’m serious Y/N, this--a concussion’s no joke. And it was traumatic what you went through you really shouldn’t-”

“I’ve been on my own for a while now, I’ll be okay.” There she goes having the last word again. I raise my hands and back off.

“If you say so. I’ll...head back to the station but if you need anything, well, you know how to reach me.”

She nods, closing the door softly behind her. I sigh, it was a whirlwind last few hours but I was just grateful Y/N was going to be okay. I know she hated me, but I still cared about her. It was hard not to. We’d known each other for over a decade, and even though I hurt her in our past, and she might not agree with me, I cared. Caring about her didn’t have an on/off switch. I only wanted her to be okay. Maybe even happy.

Y POV:

I go through the motions for the rest of the afternoon, mostly I sit zoned out in front of the window while the morning plays like a loop in my head. Something about having your life hang in the balance of a stranger’s pointer finger made it feel so fragile. It unraveled me, and I can’t focus on anything. I just keep feeling the gun on my back, and smashing against the side of my head.

I keep my head iced, and avoid screens except to send out a couple emails and to call my sister after 8 voice messages that progresses from panic after hearing the news to annoyance as I don’t respond. When she finds out Harry’s on the case she swears.

“That bastard,” I can see her face in my mind, the one where she pursues her lips like mum used to. “You should report him, conflict of interest right? It’s traumatic enough what you’ve been through, you poor thing. I was just talking to Lewis and he said I should come down to stay with you this weekend-”

“That’s really alright,” I nip the idea in the bud. I loved my sister dearly but she was an overly anxious person and I don’t think that would be helpful for me right now. “It’s just a mild concussion, the medic said I should be cleared after 24 hours so it would only be a hassle for you to come down here.”

“Alright,” she says grudgingly. “But you say the word and I’m on the first train out. And I’ll give that ex of yours an earful if he’s anywhere near you again.”

I smile at my sister’s overprotective nature, “I appreciate the offer, but I think I can manage that fine on my own.”

“That you can,” she laughs.

But when I put down the phone, the silence creeps in again. And normally I loved the quiet but like a broken record player, the voices and sounds from this morning continue to play in a loop in the silence.

I give up after 7 and start preparing for bed. But a call interrupts my nightly routine.

“Y/N,” it’s Harry. “It’s me, Harry.”

“I do have call display,” I say dryly.

“Right, I...wasn’t expecting you to pick up.”

“Is this about the case?” I was hoping he was calling to say the bastards were caught.

“Oh...not exactly. I was wondering if you’ve fed yourself. I’m in your area for work, it’s my last call. I thought I could bring you some takeout or...?”

“I was about to get ready for bed.” I reply.

“Oh. That’s early? Have you had dinner?”

I think about the pathetic cheese toast I’d managed to make. My stomach growls thinking about food, I didn’t seem to have an appetite until he’s said something. “Fine, only if you’re in my area.”

Surely, not even 10 minutes go by and by doorbell rings. Harry stands outside with a takeout bag, his pressed shirt from this morning is more rumpled with a few buttons undone.

“I parked on the street--is that alright?”

“I guess? You’re just here to drop this off.” I shrug.

“Actually I uh, I thought I’d keep you some company.”

“I...” I don’t know if I should be offended. “I don’t need company. I only agreed to the takeout.”

“I’m part of the package,” he hides the bag behind him, a smug smile on his face. I roll my eyes, it was too late to do this with him.

So I leave the door open and head inside, tightening my robe around me. Harry was part of my past and having him here, in the place I’d built myself back again, feels wrong. This was where I’d shed the identity of being a divorcee before 30, and here he was. When I turn to see why he was so quiet, I find him scanning my gallery wall and smiling at the pictures.

“Hey, I’m on here,” he points to a small group picture.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I walk back to him to get the food. “I just looked good there.”

It was a shot from my sister’s wedding, Harry and I with the newlyweds. It was taken a few weeks before we’d made us official actually--moving from friends to lovers was maybe one of the bigger mistake I’d made in life. Another was agreeing to marry him.

“I look pretty good too,” he leans in closer. I ignore him and take the cartons of Chinese out and grab cutlery. He joins me, I hand him a beer and take a sparkling water for myself. “How’ve you been feeling?”

“Okay,” I shrug. “Just sorting through it all. Trying to avoid screens, all that.”

“That’s good,” he steals a chicken from the container I’m dumping into my plate. I eye him but he just grins, chewed food between his cheeks. I let it slide. “So you’re not supposed to sleep with a concussion or something?”

I sigh, “That’s not true, I only have a mild concussion!”

“Well I’m not a bloody doctor!”

“Thank god for that.”

“You’ll never stop doing that will you?” He rubs his chopsticks together and attempts to eat with him. “Always so snarky.”

“I can’t help it,” I continue to watch him fail with his chopsticks and pick up a fork. “It sustains me.”

“You should try being nice for once.”

“Tried it once, didn’t work out well for me. So...here I am.”

I was being passive, I knew that. He knew that with the way he eyes me over his food. He keeps quiet though, knowing there was nothing he could say in this moment to make a difference. We eat in silence until he receives a call and he leaves to take it. I clean up so by the time he gets back I’ve just loaded the dishwasher.

“I know the sleep thing’s not true for you,” Harry says as he approaches. “But I think I should stay here overnight. Just to make sure you’re-”

“No,” I cross my arms. “There’s no reason for you to stay the night Harry. I don’t need you here.”

“It’s for your peace of mind-”

“It’s for your peace of mind Harry. And frankly, I don’t care about your peace of mind. I don’t want you sleeping over, I’m not comfortable with that.”

“Y/N, c’mon! It’s not a big deal. It’s not like we didn’t sleep in the same bed for years--I’ll be sleeping on the couch! You’re not in your best shape and it’s just for a night, it’ll be like I’m not even here.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend or something to go home to?” I ask. He shifts his gaze and shakes his head.

“Nope, my bachelor pad just me. I’ll be out of your hair in the morning.”

I dry my hands and watch him, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I knew him well enough to recognise the wide stance, shoulders back, and jut of his chin. He wasn’t backing down.

“I don’t want to hear you, Not even a peep. I’ll make up the couch but this is the one and only time you’re wearing me down, you’re lucky I’m not in the mood to argue-”

“Promise,” he holds his hand up to his chest, a grin on his face knowing he won.

I leave him with a comfortable setup and head up to my own room. There was a spare upstairs but I don’t think I could handle him sleeping next door to me. It was weird how in just one day I’d seen more of him than I had in the last couple years and now he was sleeping in my living room like we were okay. Not like he wasn’t the man who’d broken my trust, and my heart.

As I lay awake in bed, unable to sleep as the day replays in my head, another set of memories infiltrates my mind and keeps me from sleeping. The story of Harry and I, the naive beginning, eventful middle, and heartbreaking end. My mind repeats its history and I don’t fall asleep for hours. When sleep finally comes, my dreams are haunted by the same memories.

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justkending · 3 years ago

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Moral of the Story. Chapter Five.

Summary: Marrying too young out of highschool leads to a naive and failed marriage. Now 10 years later, word comes that the divorce was never actually completed. Bucky and Y/N have to come back together after all these years to settle what wasn’t all those years back. Passive attitudes, miscommunicated endings, and reminiscing of old loves and lives all comes back for the two.

Pairing: Bucky x Y/N

Word Count: 3200+

Chapter Five:

Once the meeting was done and over, Bucky and Y/N both left at the same time. Bucky was kind enough to hold the door open for her as they made their way back to the street, but Y/N’s goal was to get back to her car as quick as possible. So she gave him a curt thank you and moved quickly to leave.

“Y/N!” Bucky shouted just as she was less than 10 feet away. She paused with a cringe on her face before turning back to him. He was walking hesitantly to catch up with her. “Listen, I know it’s been a few years.”

“A few is an understatement,” she mumbled and he heard, but decided to move on.

“I just- I,” he stuttered. What the hell was he doing? “Would you want to get coffee? Catch up some? I-,” Before he could finish, she cut him off.

“Listen, as great as that sounds,” she tried to say nicely, but he could see the nerves in her face. “I actually have plans right after this.” He deflated some in his spot. She noticed and though she thought she wouldn’t care if she hurt him after all these years, something deep down proved that thought was wrong. “I-I just haven’t seen my family in a while, and the little time I have left here this weekend, I wanted to spend time with them where I could.”

“Right, right,” Bucky tried to brush off unbothered, but failed. “I’m sure your dad misses you, and you him.”

“Yeah, it’s been a few years. That and I haven’t been back in the city in 10 years, so I have a lot to catch up on,” she nodded.

“Wait, you haven’t been back here in 10 years?” he asked shocked. He thought she had a least been in town throughout the years. Even if he hadn’t seen her.

“Um, yeah. I kinda…” she hesitated, but figured where would the truth hurt? “Guess I wasn’t ever really ready to get back here.” Bucky knew what she meant even if she wasn’t saying it verbatim, and it hurt his heart knowing he was the cause. Well, I guess both of them were, not just him. “That plus starting up Horizon, it was hard the first few years. But the family still sees each other for the holidays.”

“That’s right. Colorado,” Bucky nodded.

Y/N had kept forgetting for some reason that Bucky and her father were with each other at least once a week most of the time. Always hanging out and doing guy things, or really, father and son types of things. Meaning he knew of, if not actually knew, Sherri, Denise, John, and Chloe too. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t know about the yearly Colorado trip.

“Right,” Y/N nodded with pursed lips, putting it all together and Bucky realized.

“Oh, God sorry. I promise I’m not stalking you, it’s just your dad and I-” he started to defend his knowledge.

“It’s fine James, really,” she said with a wave of her hand and a slight chuckle. One he never expected coming from her. And the name… He wasn’t sure the last time he heard her say Bucky. As soon as they decided to bring an end to their relationship, that nickname never passed her lips again. “I know you and my dad are close.”

“You’re not upset at that?” he asked, slightly confused.

“I’m not evil. No matter how much you may think,” she mumbled the last part. “I-I… I know the relationship you two share. You’ve had it since the beginning of time practically. I wouldn’t dream to take that from either of you.”

Bucky didn’t respond. Because all he could do was look at her with a longing look. God, he missed her. Sure he held some anger from where they ended things, but he had moved on for the most part. Now he just missed his best friend. The girl he grew up loving. From best friends to girlfriend, to eventually fiance and wife. He missed her. Just who she was as a person when resent wasn’t a feeling she had toward you.

Sure, it was a lot to think back on in just the thought that she still cared for him enough not to banish her father from him, but it spoke volumes for who she was as an individual and he missed that.

“I mean not that I really have a say in other people’s life, but if I did, I wouldn’t do such a thing,” she looked down, fidgeting in her spot seeing him staring at her like earlier all over again.

“I know you wouldn’t,” he responded, quickly noticing his stare and looking down at his own shuffling feet. “Well, in that case, I’ll let you go. Thomas has been excited beyond measures to have you home. I won’t keep you from him.”

She nodded as they made eye contact again and started to turn back to her car. But before she could get too far, knowing this may be the last time he sees her again for a while, if not ever, he had to say it.

“Y/N?” She turned at her name and sent him a questioning look. “I’m glad you’re doing ok. You seem to really be taking the world by storm like you always were going to,” he smiled softly and she blushed some before returning the smile.

“Thank you, James. You too. You seem like you’re doing some pretty amazing things yourself,” she nodded once.

They didn’t speak more than that, but instead walked back to their cars. Not without a second glance here and there.

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“So? How did it go?” Thomas asked as soon as Y/N walked in through the garage door. Him and Sherri sitting at the breakfast nook with cups of coffee in hand and wide eyes ready for all the details.

“It went,” she responded, throwing her purse on the island bar stool and going to make a mug for herself.

“Wow, such a colorful description. Anything more and she’d be over doing it,” Thomas exaggerated, getting a giggle from Sherri who stood up and joined Y/N’s side grabbing the creamer and sugar for her.

“Come on now, sis. Good? Bad? Magical?” she added the last word with flare.

“Anything besides magical,” she sent a playful glare to the woman. “I will say this though.” She walked over and sat with a huff in the nook across from her father, practically deflating in her seat. “I am still technically Mrs. Barnes.”

“What?!” they both gasped.

“How?” Thomas pushed on.

“Well I guess the meeting today was just to update the papers and nothing else. I mean, yeah. A few signatures here and there, but it’s not finalized.”

“So it was just an revision meeting? When’s the final cut?” Sherri asked, leaning on the back of Thomas' chair. The two watching their daughter with intrigued eyes.

“A few days?” she said more in a question. “Matthew, our new lawyer, said him and his partner are going to update them within the next day or so, and then send us the final write up to sign. After we send those back in, it’ll all be settled.”

“You still going to have John overlook everything for extra measures?”

“Never hurts. I really would rather NOT go through all this mess again. Getting divorced once sucks, but twice? Yeah, I’d rather not have to do it a third time. And all with the same man,” Y/N sighed heavily before taking a long chug of her coffee.

The couple ahead of her sending each other a silent message to the other. Y/N hadn’t noticed as she closed her eyes at the upcoming headache, and even if she had, she wouldn’t have time to question it as her phone started going off.

Looking down, she saw the office calling her. On a Saturday?

“I have to take this. I’ll be back in one second,” she groaned, taking her coffee mug with the buzzing phone to the back patio. “Hello?”

“Y/N! Hey, I have a quick update,” Melody’s voice came through the other line.

“Why are you at the office on a Saturday?” Y/N said a little sternly, but good intentions were behind it.

“I got an email from our recycle plant we had scheduled for that Monday meeting and it couldn’t wait until Monday,” she was quick to explain. “But listen. They had to reschedule. The main guy and his wife, the bosses of the vendure who was coming to discuss the offers, had a family emergency come up and asked if they could postpone it a week.”

“Um, yeah sure. That’s fine,” Y/N shook her head trying to run the schedule through her mind. “Did you contact Bee’s Knees and let them know about the postponement?”

“Yes, and they said they were fine with it as well.”

“Ok, good,” Y/N nodded. “So I have a clear schedule besides background work Monday. Is that all?”

“Well…” Melody drug out.

“Why does that sound like a Natasha kind of ��well’,” Y/N questioned with a quirked eyebrow. This wasn’t receptionist or assistant talk about to happen.

“Speaking of Nat, we thought because that was your only big meeting for the week and everything else is normal for the rest of the week, you should extend your stay in Brooklyn,” she replied.

“What?”

“Come on. We both agree you haven’t seen your family in far too long, and a weekend trip isn’t going to cut it. That plus, Nat made a good point that you have tons of old friends you haven't seen in way too many years either,” she went on. “Why rush catching up with everyone, if all the work you need to do can be done on your laptop from Brooklyn? That and for once, your schedule isn’t overstacked with meeting after meeting. That happens once every few months. Plus, you’re already in New York!”

“Ok, ok. Calm down there, Sparky,” Y/N chuckled at her friend being out of breath. “I mean I guess, you’re not wrong…”

“She can’t be. I’m the one who came up with all this,” Nat’s voice broke in.

“Oh, yeah. I may or may not be hanging out with Nat and Yelena,” Melody giggled bashfully. “Or be partially tipsy.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the three, but couldn’t stop the laugh from coming out of her own mouth.

“You sneaky little bitches,” Y/N chuckled.

“What can I say? We’re Romanoff’s,” Nat smirked through the phone.

“Well, I’m a Hill, but Romanoff by descent,” Melody added in.

Again, another joking eye roll.

“Now I have to change my flights and everything,” Y/N sighed.

“Oh, woes me,” Nat mocked. “What a challenge it must be to log into your computer and change a flight to another week…”

“Hey, smartass,-”

“Lucky for you, you have me. I state once again,” Nat laughed. “I already checked into your flights to see if we can get a cheap reschedule.”

“How’d you know my login information?” Y/N asked, confused.

“I have my ways, now don’t interrupt,” she scolded before continuing. “I was able to find you a flight around the same time, plenty of time to get to your rescheduled meeting, and it won’t cost you a hair off that pretty head of yours.”

“How’d you manage that?” Y/N asked with a smirk of her own now and a pop of her hip.

“I’ll say it again since apparently you’re deaf. I have. My ways,” the red head replied.

“You sure you weren’t a spy in another life or something? Because sometimes you and Yelena have some strange tricks up your sleeves that I’ve only seen done in movies.”

“I would like the answer to that as well. Like how they coroerced me into a girls night while I was hiding in my apartment trying to take a relaxing night to read,” Melody spoke up.

“Drink your juice, babygirl,” Yelena’s voice came quietly in the back.

“With all that being said, we are gonna to let you go. We’re going to get all the details of last night out of this little one and go to a few clubs,” Nat explained.

“Oh, I’d love to hear the details when you have them,” Y/N laughed.

“I’ll have a nice 5 page paper ready for you tomorrow morning,” Yelena yelled from a distance.

“I’ll be expecting it. Now you girls go have a good time and please show Melody what she’s missing out on!”

“Can do, boss lady! Love you! See you next week!”

With that, the phone call ended and Y/N looked at the empty lock screen.

“I guess we’re staying a little longer.”

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“So, how’d it go?” Steve asked coming home from his early half shift.

Bucky was sprawled across the couch with a pillow over his face, a sports playback running in the background and a beer that looked like he had been nursing all afternoon on the coffee table.

“She looks great,” he mumbled into the cushion, but Steve couldn’t syfer the words.

“You’re going to have to say that again without a throw pillow over your face,” he chuckled, kicking off his shoes and throwing his keys by the door before heading to the nearby kitchen.

“I said, she looks great!” Bucky all but grunted as he sat up. Frustration and annoyance clear in his answer.

“And why do you sound like that’s a horrible thing?” Steve laughed again from the distance.

Bucky groaned as he stood up and walked into the other room with Steve. He was parading through the fridge for an afternoon snack, or by the looks of the clock on the oven, lunch.

It was 12:30 already?

“Because Steve, it makes it hurt all the more,” he pouted, crossing his arms as he leaned against the island in the middle of the space.

“Her looking good, hurts you?” Steve asked, standing up with a tupperware bowl of leftovers in his hand.

“I don’t know!” Bucky sneered at him, angry that his best friend wasn’t catching on to his feelings that even he didn’t understand. “I guess deep down, I was hoping she didn’t age well so that walking away would be easier. But there she was, walking in like fine wine. All mature and curvy, and… Perfect…” he mumbled the last part. “She did smack me though,” he added, thinking back with a dazed face.

“Smack you?” Steve chuckled, popping the cold food in the microwave.

“Our lawyer is blind. I asked a simple question of out of all the states to live in, why New York in that kind of condition?” Bucky said, hating how it sounded. “I realize now, after processing it, that was stupid and rude.”

“Hence why she smacked you,” Steve laughed, copying the brunette's stance on the opposite counter. “You’re an occupational therapist, Buck. Out of all the things to understand, it’s people adapting to their handicaps and disabilities.” He couldn’t help the laugh at his friend who seemed oblivious to the irony.

“I was nervous, ok?!” Bucky defended, throwing his arms up and going to pace the room now. “Y/N and I had been sitting in awkward silence for the most part of the meeting so far, and that was the first piece of conversation that came to mind.”

“I’m hoping for your sake, he wasn’t a dick about it.”

“He wasn’t. He actually said he gets asked that a lot. Apparently, he hasn’t been blind all his life and said he’s lived here all that time. Helps when you grow up in the environment you live in.”

“Very true,” Steve agreed, grabbing his food and stirring it around before taking a bite and talking again. “Besides her looking ‘perfect’, did the process go well? You know, besides her reprimanding you like a mom?”

“Ha ha. You’re so funny,” Bucky deadpanned. “But yes. We signed our things and updated it all. Hey, did you know she’s a co-founder of Nat’s woman’s home? I guess not a co-founder, but investor?”

Steve finished his bite and shook his head. “Can’t say I did. It must be recent if that’s the case because neither Nat or Y/N told me about that.”

“I think it is, but damn…”

“Damn what?” Steve asked.

“Well, at first she had me dropping my jaw at the fact that she did everything and more that she had hoped to do. She’s become an environmentalist like her grandmother and has started a whole business based on it.”

“I mean she was an environmentalist as soon as her GG had her walking. Remember how she would always take our straws at restaurants and have the waitress take them back so we didn’t ‘kill the turtles’? And that was before that was a like a worldwide trend,” Steve remenised, moving to the living room to eat at the couch. Bucky following.

“God, yes. She started carrying like 10 reusable straws with her as soon as they came out with them. That and remember the amount of reusable bags she had in her backseat any given time of the week?” Bucky laughed, joining him in thinking back to the dated memories.

“So many she would hand them out to people in parking lots at grocery stores to use themselves,” Steve added. “God, she really loves this planet. I admire her passion though. We need everyone to have a heart for our home like that.”

“She made it everyone's mission around her to know just how important it was,” Bucky smiled at the thought as he looked off in the distance, wrapped in the memories he loved. But that wasn’t the point. The point was he would never be close with her like that again. What they had was done and over… Or would be. “Funny thing actually…” Bucky chuckled awkwardly.

“What’s that?” Steve asked, looking at the TV in front of him.

“We may or may not still be married…”

There was a pause as Steve stopped mid-chew and slowly turned his gaze from the baseball reruns on the screen to Bucky with a tight smile.

“Excuse me?”

“I guess that wasn’t the endgame for today’s meeting…”

“What was?”

“Getting things updated and signed so that the papers were actually ready for our divorce,” Bucky answered.

“So she’s still Y/N Barnes?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t say that to her face. She looks like she wants to physically throw up when you call her that,” Bucky slouched in his chair. His hand coming up to cover his face as he rubbed his temples with his thumb and middle finger.

“So still married?”

“Still married.”

“How long?” Steve sighed, putting his food on the counter and leaning back in his own seat.

“As long as it takes to make up the new divorce settlements and get them signed and sent back in. Until then… I’m a married man.”

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Room for Two

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❀ AN: this is a gift for @lorlocks as a thank you for all her wonderful and beautiful art. Pls go check her out. She is amazing OTL

❀ TW: Shig being fluffy?

❀ WC: 2.6k

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It was in college that you met Shigaraki and the rest of the League. After a rough week of classes you wandered into the bar operated by the League. In your drunken state, you had confided your college girl woes to Kurogiri, who handed information about your quirk to Shigaraki. Later in the week, you found the leader of the League, along with Dabi, sitting on your worn couch. The two had planned to kidnap you, but after just a few minutes of talking, they were pleasantly surprised to find that you were more than willing to just go along with them.

Due to your quiet demeanor, you weren’t usually picked to go out on missions with the others, but your beloved leader deemed it dangerous enough to make use of your quirk. You didn’t have a dangerous quirk like Toga or Shig. It was the opposite. You could project a force field and protect those surrounding you from both physical attacks and objects and quirks like Aizawa and Shinsou’s. Your quirk, shield, was perfect for hero work. You were even recommended to UA in the sidekick program. But your social skills failed and you graduated without a job lined up and without friends.

This is how you ended up with Shig. You were scheduled to go on a small breakin mission the next morning with Shig as a test of your quirk before his planned attack on your alma mater. He wanted to make sure you could protect him in case anything went wrong.

You traveled far outside the usual vicinity of league activities so as not to arouse suspicion. Hours into your journey, as the sun began to set, your tire blew.

“Fucking dammit,” Shig said as he kicked the blown tire after you pointed out the screw lodged in it. Luckily, you had learned a few mechanics from your father. The man insisted you knew how to change a tire lest you fall helpless to a gang of villains on the side of the road. You shook your head, knowing his disapproval if he saw your current company now.

Shigaraki’s pacing and grumbling behind you made you more nervous than you’d have liked. You coughed while working, hoping to gain his attention. The lanky man continued his ways, wearing a hole in the dirt behind you. You coughed again, this time catching his attention.

“What’s the matter?” he scratched.

“Nothing, just. It’s getting late, and I think we should find a place for the night.”

“And? So?”

“Well, uh,” you stuttered. “There's a motel not far down the road. We passed it not long ago. Umm. Why don’t you get us a couple rooms for the night?”

The heavy padding of Shigaraki’s footsteps stopped behind you. You felt his staring on your back, and panicked for a moment. You tracked back through what you could have said to have upset him. Suggesting he walk alone back to a shady motel in the middle of nowhere could definitely have done it.

“You’re right,” you heard his rough, scratchy voice and felt yourself visibly relax.

“My, um,” you stumbled through your words, not expecting to get this far. “My wallet is in the console. You can get my card out and—”

“Tsch,” Shigaraki cut you off, “Are you stupid or something? Use your card with your name? They’ll trace back to you and expose us. It’s fine. I have cash.” A dry hand reached up to scratch at his neck.

There was the Shig you knew and loved. But he had a good point. You blushed as you bent back down to continue your work.

You relaxed as you heard Shigaraki’s footsteps recede. You were finally able to focus on the task at hand. You thought about your situation as you removed the hubcap. You had gone with Shigaraki and Dabi first to find meaning in your lonely life. The more time you spent with the league, you began to find your place in the world.

You never really had a place to fit in, and maybe that’s why you felt that you finally did fit in with the League of Villains. All of you, in some way, shape, or form, were outcasts of society and held a distaste for hero society. Even in the place you felt you fit best, you were still deemed an oddball. Shy and always blushing, you never really had much to say, opting to go along with what the others wanted.

It was safe to say that now you were in love with your boss. It was true that you initially went with the villainous pair back to the hideout because you wanted something more to your life, but you couldn’t deny your initial attraction to the pale, blue-haired man. He intrigued you, to say the least. But as you learned more about what exactly it was that made him tick, you found yourself falling for the man. You prayed your blush would go unnoticed every time his crimson eyes met yours.

Before you knew it, you had successfully replaced the flat tire with the spare. You made your way back toward the motel, slowly so as not to upset the spare you knew wouldn’t make it over forty. You slowly rolled the car into the decrepit parking lot, careful not to hit too many of the potholes littering the asphalt.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you heard the old receptionist say as you walked in through dusty glass doors. The jingle of a bell caused her to look up at you and away from Shigaraki. She glanced back towards the chatter of voices from the TV behind her, clearly more concerned about the soap opera in the background that she was missing due to her argument with your boss. “We only have the one room.”

Shigaraki turned to see you had made it, a hand pausing its scratching on the back of his neck. Behind you past the dirty glass doors sat your car in the lot. For a moment you thought you saw a flicker of relief in his bright red eyes. Your heart jumped at the thought of him thinking of you. You shoved the fluttering feeling back down and told yourself he was only relieved at your presence as a way to end his argument with the frumpy receptionist.

“Fine,” he sighed as he snatched the plastic key card from the woman. “We’ll take it. Save some money I guess.”

After stumbling awkwardly through the halls, you had finally found your room. It took three tries with the key card before you were actually in your room. It was everything you expected to be, judging from the looks of the exterior of the motel.

Yellowing, floral wallpaper that was as old as your grandparents decorated the room. The ceiling boasted a popcorn texture that you were sure contained enough asbestos to send the entirety of the League to the hospital. The carpet was a cream color, dingy with age and rough on your feet. There was a small ensuite, which you were thankful for, from which you could hear the gentle dripping off the shower. Against one wall was a TV that had to have been from the late 90s, high technology of its time now bought at a discount rate to furnish a sketchy motel. Perhaps the worst part of the setup was right across from the TV: a single bed in the middle of the room.

You blinked. Once. Twice.

“Maybe there’s a pull-out? I’ve seen something like it on American TV,” you suggested, trying to alleviate the awkwardness that settled into the room.

“Don’t be stupid,” Shigaraki said. He walked towards the bed before flopping on top, shoes still on. The headboard was placed against a long wall, and the floral bedding looked as scratchy as your partner sounded. He dug through the bedside table, searching for a remote to the television.

You took your shoes off by the door before slipping your stockinged feet into the complementary slippers. They were once a soft yet vibrant pink, but now they boasted a dirty, pale gray with a hint of their former pink glory. You padded your way to the bed and sat stiffly on the edge of the bed as Shigaraki occupied the majority of the space on the bed. He looked bored, irritated even as he lazily searched the TV. After a few seconds, which felt like eternity to you, you stood and walked over to the bathroom.

“I’m going to take a shower,” you said, standing in front of the en suite while Shigaraki flipped through the few channels on the cable television. You stood for a moment, waiting to be acknowledged by the man.

“Well?” he said, eyes still glued to the faint blue glow of the screen. “Why are you just standing there? Go take a shower.”

“I just wanted to see if you wanted to go first or needed anything before I start,” you said, before turning to the bathroom and gently closing the door behind you.

You slipped on the rubber shower slippers, praying you wouldn’t get athlete’s foot or worse. On the near end of the bathroom, old towels rested on a shelf above the toilet. Across was the shower. After a moment of fiddling with the knobs, you managed to turn on the shower. The pressure was better than you had expected, and you thanked the heavens that you didn’t have to wait long for the hot spray. A hot shower was just what you needed to wash away your anxieties.

When you finished, you stepped out of the bathroom and slipped back into the sad pink slippers. Shigaraki was on the bed with a pizza.

“Figured you’d get hungry,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and helping himself to another slice.

You sat back down on the bed, staying in the corner you previously occupied before your shower.

“Thank you,” you said. You were thankful for the dull orangey lighting that hid your blush from Shigaraki’s scrutinizing red gaze.

The two of you ate in silence, watching whatever American drama Shigaraki had found. After a few hours, your exhaustion had caught up with you. Your yawning hadn’t gone unnoticed by Shigaraki.

“We should go to sleep now.” Shigaraki swung his lanky body off the bed to go turn off the lights.

“I could sleep on the floor, if you want,” you offered.

“No, it’s fine,” Shigaraki huffed. He clambered back onto the bed and refused to look at you as he pulled the blankets over him. “Just stay on your side.”

“Okay,” you sighed. “Goodnight, Shigaraki.”

“Goodnight,” came the rough reply you weren’t expecting.

Despite your heart pounding in your chest, loud enough that you swore Shigaraki could hear it as well, you drifted off with a smile on your face.

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Shigaraki never had a normal sleeping schedule. He was used to waking up at odd hours in the early morning while everyone else was asleep.

With a slight groan, Shigaraki stretched and turned to look at the cheap alarm clock on the bedside table on the other side of you. Electric red numbers stared back at his crimson eyes, reading 2:31. He looked at your dozing frame beside him, curled into the corner of the single bed in order to give him space. Slowly, so as not to disturb you, he slipped out of the bed. He was thankful for the rough carpet and not cold hard flooring as he padded his way to the cramped bathroom.

“Shit,” he whispered as he flicked on the lights. The buzzing of the fan echoed throughout the motel room. Shigaraki glanced over to your sleeping form to make sure he hadn’t disrupted you. Everything always seems too loud at two in the morning. But since you were asleep and he was trying to be quiet, everything felt truly too loud: the soft hum of the fluorescent bathroom lights, the irritating fan, the flushing of the toilet, the padding of his feet back across the dirty carpet, and the creak of the bed as he crawled back in beside you.

Shigaraki lay awake for some time, studying patterns in the horrendous popcorn ceiling like a child looking for shapes in the clouds. You lay fast asleep beside him. As Shigaraki listened to your gentle sleeping, he thought about what you meant to him. You had a valuable quirk for sure, and he was thankful for Kurogiri tipping him off about you. The truth was that he already knew of you. His eyes had been locked on you since the moment you walked into the bar, and when you went with him so willingly that fateful day, he thought he would melt on the spot.

Of course, Shigaraki had an image to uphold. He would die before admitting he had feelings for you. When you mentioned getting a motel, he couldn’t believe his luck. When there was only one room left, he thought he had to be in a dream. His fumbling with the key card was from his nervousness about sharing a room with you. He felt like a teenage boy trying and failing to impress you. His heart nearly leapt out of his throat when he saw the single bed in the motel room. When you stepped out of the bathroom wringing your hair out in a towel, head cocked adorably to the side, he thought he really had died earlier and gone to heaven, despite his actions on earth.

Shigaraki was terrified that you wouldn’t return his feelings. He was repulsive in his eyes. Who would want him with his scratchy voice, too high for a man in his opinion? His shaggy pale hair, rampant with dandruff? And his dry, flaking skin, that every lotion on earth never seemed to help? Looks aside, Shigaraki couldn’t take you out on dates. He couldn’t give you what you deserved. He couldn’t even hold your hand without risking your life. Shigaraki groaned as he dropped his face in his hands. Dabi would surely laugh at him if he could see him now.

A slight shaking of the bed broke him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at you as you continued to shiver. Shigaraki felt his heart swell as he took in your sleeping form. You were too good for him, having curled yourself onto the far side of the bed to give him enough room. You pushed the blankets off of yourself to keep him comfortable and warm.

Before he realized what he was doing, Shigaraki scooted himself closer to you. He pulled the blanket across him to cover your shivering form. It wasn’t until he had seen you relax that he was able to fall back into a dreamless sleep.

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The sun peeking through the gap in the curtains woke you up. The clock in front of you said it was only just past 7 A.M.

You hummed and tried to turn on your back, hoping to stretch your limbs, but something solid kept you from moving. You slowly opened your eyes, as though what you were hoping for would disappear if you opened them too quickly. It seemed too good to be true.

Curled into your back was the very object of your affections. His face was burrowed into his hair, and an arm was wrapped carefully around your waist. Even in sleep, he was careful not to touch you with all five fingers, instead curling his hand into a fist and tucking it underneath your bodies.

Gingerly, you tried to shift to relax your tensed muscles without disturbing Shigaraki.

“Stay,” you heard who was undeniably the man you were trying not to wake whisper. He nuzzled deeper into your hair and pressed his arm tighter against you.

“Okay,” you breathed, and relaxed against Shigaraki, a soft smile crossing your face, and fell back into a sweet sleep.

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#bnha shigaraki #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki x reader #a gift for you #i hope it’s ok #my beautiful humble queen #OTL

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Change of Mind pt.3 | Mina

CEO!AU | meet messy | “You confuse me.”

Wordcount: 10,451

Part 1 Part 2

“I don’t care how busy he is! Get him on the phone and clear things up!”

Mina huffed into the phone before hanging up in annoyance. There was nothing worse than unreliable business partners.

Could this day get any worse?

The answer was yes. Just when Mina was about to take a sip of her steaming hot coffee to calm her nerves, someone ran into her full force, making her spill her beverage all over herself.

“Are you serious??”

She yelled exasperated, looking down on her beautiful blouse that looked like she had crawled through the mud with it now. The person who had run into her mumbled some apologies, but Mina didn’t even listen. She was so done with unreliable people.

“Do you know how expensive this shirt is?! You shouldn’t make other people pay for your obvious incapability to manage life.”

Desperately, Mina tried to clean her shirt with a napkin; she didn’t really have time to get changed, but she could impossibly attend all the meetings today with a stained shirt. It was truly always the same kind of people that made her life harder. Maybe it was unfair to take out all her pinned-up anger on that poor soul in front of her right now, but this incident had made Mina lose all sense of rationality.

“A diligent and decent person wouldn’t have to run anywhere. That’s what differentiates the successful from the scum. I would-“

She was about to give the person another piece of her mind when she finally averted her gaze from her blouse to look at her opponent, causing her to stop abruptly. Not only did that person look like a beaten puppy drowning in guilt, but also turned out to be the most stunning person that Mina had ever seen in her life. In awe, Mina shamelessly scanned your body, knowing that you were too speechless to stop her anyways. Everything about you was simply perfect. Therefore, Mina took her sweet time studying every detail of your body until her eyes met yours again. Your face was suddenly flushed, and it was obvious that her intense gaze was making you nervous. Mina, however, enjoyed seeing you this flustered, wherefore she decided to torture you a bit longer before clearing her throat.

“Aren’t you late to something?”

She asked, remembering that you had been running somewhere before bumping into her and she didn’t want to be the reason for you to be even later. A shocked gasp escaped your throat like you had totally forgotten about your appointment, causing Mina to giggle. You had to be really clumsy, but somehow that made you even more attractive.

“Um...I- yes. I- your shirt.”

You stuttered while rummaging your bag for your purse. Your gesture showed that you had manners and Mina liked that, but she didn’t want to have your money; you looked like you needed it more than she did. Therefore, she rested her hand on top of yours to stop you, causing you to look at her with wide eyes.

“Go.”

Mina ordered with a stern face in order to nib any backtalk in the bud. And her strategy worked. With a slightly bewildered face, you bowed hastily before rushing off.

Curious about where you would go, Mina decided to not go her way yet, but to look after you, realizing to her delight that you were entering her company.

Were you working for her?

Having the urge to know more about you, Mina quickly followed you, but waited a little at the side when she saw that you were talking to the receptionist. As soon as you were picked up by another employee, Mina rushed to the counter.

“Who was the person that you were just talking to and what is their business here?”

She cut straight to the point, much to the confusion of the receptionist.

“What- oh my god, Ms. Myoui!”

When her subordinate realized who was standing in front of her, she leaped to her feet in lightning speed and started searching for the demanded information.

“That was...um...Y/N L/N. One of the applicants for the open position in Mr. Gwan’s team in the sales department.”

When Mina heard this new piece of information, she almost squealed in joy. So you could indeed be working for her soon which meant that she had the chance to see you again.

“Thank you.”

Hastily, Mina thanked the receptionist before rushing to the elevator to pay the sales department a visit. Of course, it was Mr. Gwan’s decision who he wanted to have in his team, but maybe a recommendation of hers would help him to make his decision...

As soon the elevator door opened on the ninth floor, a murmur went through the sales department, causing Mina to smirk in amusement. It was always the same. She was well respected in her company, maybe even feared by some. But she didn’t mind. She enjoyed the nervous glances and the dignified bows of her subordinates. Therefore, she strutted down the hallway with her head held high, knowing fully well that all the team leaders were having a little mental breakdown right now, wondering whether they had messed something up. If they only knew that Mina couldn’t care less about their work right now...

Without any detours, she walked straight to the conference room where your job interview was happening and pressed her ear against the door. She just wanted to know whether you needed her help to get the job or whether you were doing fine by yourself. But instead of hearing a professional conversation, Mina heard something that made her blood boil.

“Who do you think you are? Do you think I’m only waiting for you? And then you appear here looking like that?”

She heard a man, who she assumed to be Mr. Gwan, yelling, causing an inexplicable fire to light inside of her. Mina knew that she shouldn’t be affected by this. You were a complete stranger and she should not get involved in affairs that weren’t in her field of duty. But for some reason the thought of someone yelling at you made her lose her cool. Without knocking, Mina teared open the door to the conference room and stormed inside.

“Is that how you deal with all of our applicants? Do you think that’s good publicity for my company? My god, you must have been raised by animals. Your incompetence is truly astonishing.”

She yelled without a warning, causing Mr. Gwan and you to look at her in shock. Immediately, Mina got lost in your helpless puppy dog eyes again and she completely ignored Mr. Gwan’s useless babbling. Something about you just sparked an incredible urge to protect you inside of her. If you could make everyone feel this way, Mina had no trouble believing that you had the whole world whipped for you.

Mr. Gwan kept going on and on until Mina had enough of his annoying voice and interrupted him rudely.

“Well, I don’t really have time for your irrelevant babbling. For your sake, however, I hope that you will quickly fill this position with the right person. Otherwise...well, I think I will not be having any use for you.”

The dumbfounded expression on Mr. Gwan’s face conjured a smile to Mina’s lips and she had to refrain herself from laughing. She was sure that this poor man had gotten her hint and would make the right decision regarding you. Therefore, she turned around wordlessly and left the room with a victorious smirk on her face. Her job was done here. Instead of instantly making her way to the long-overdue appointment of hers though, Mina decided to wait in front of the room. She assumed that the meeting probably wouldn’t even take fifteen minutes and she wanted to talk with you one last time for today. Gladly, her assumption turned out to be right and the door to the conference room opened ten minutes later.

You stepped out of the room, looking like you had had the worst day of your life and Mina had to hold herself back from pulling you into her arms. Instead, she went for a more professional and appropriate approach.

“Congratulations.”

Mina exclaimed happily, causing you to flinch. Only now you seemed to have realized that you weren’t alone in the hallway and turned around with a confused expression on your face. Once you saw her, you tensed up again and Mina didn’t know whether she found it adorable that you still got so flustered around her or irritating that you seemed to be almost scared of her.

“I- thank you. It’s just-“

You stuttered and Mina looked at you expectantly. This would be the first time that you would communicate a coherent sentence with her. But once again, your courage left you and you stared at her helplessly. Therefore, Mina calmly got closer to you in hopes that she could show you that there wasn’t just this loud, aggressive side to her that she had already demonstrated you twice today.

“It’s just what?”

She chuckled, encouraging you to finish your sentence.

“It’s just...I don’t understand why you’re doing this for me. You confuse me.”

Your sudden confession came unexpected, but Mina liked your straightforwardness. But judging by the expression on your face, you hadn’t planned to be so blunt, causing her to laugh.

“You’ll figure it out soon.”

Mina answered mysteriously, wondering whether you had truly no idea yet why she was being so nice to you. It wasn’t like she made her attraction towards you a secret. But to give you another hint, she stepped closer to you, managing to bring her own heartbeat to an unhealthy frequency. It would be so easy to close the gap now, but Mina wasn’t so sure whether you were ready yet. Therefore, she decided that she had teased you enough for the day.

“Anyways, see you Monday.”

Nonchalantly, Mina stepped away from you again and gave you a cheeky wink before turning around and strutting away while stifling a laugh.

Oh you were so adorable, she couldn’t even wait for your next encounter.

---

But unfortunately, the day of your next encounter was tainted by an unpleasant incident beforehand. Like any logical human being would have done, Mina had of course arranged your relocation to her floor. Mr. Gwan was clearly a bad team leader and she didn’t like her current assistant anyways. Therefore, it was only plausible to make you her new assistant. Unfortunately, there was an array of people who thought differently about that.

Mina had already noticed the day of the job interview that people were whispering more behind her back than usual but after she had ordered her assistant to move to the sales department, the rumor mill exploded. It needed a while till the rumors ended up on the top floor, but as Mina made her way to her first meeting of the week on Monday, she got a taste of what her employees were saying about her.

“So I’ve heard you hired a new assistant. Rumors have it that they are more than just you’re assistant though. Who are they? A relative? A fling?”

Mr. Jeon, a high-ranking board member, smirked as he sat down next to Mina at the conference table. His question surprised her; she hadn’t thought that the news would carry quite that fast. But Mina didn’t let her surprise show, calmly she faced him and feigned a lack of knowledge.

“You should know by now that most rumors are just the product of too much fantasy. I simply didn’t get along with my assistant and needed a new one.”

Mina lied with a fake smile on her lips, but the arrogant expression on Mr. Jeon’s face told her that he wasn’t done interrogating her yet.

“Sure...Is that why you yelled at a senior employee of ours and -how should I say- stole his new recruit? Come on, you can be honest with me. I won’t judge, I know that assistants can be quite...tempting. It would be totally normal if one of them made you weak.”

Disgusted, Mina’s gaze fell on the wedding ring on his finger and she had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. She hated that people were associating her with someone like him.

“I yelled at the employee because he was out of line. And I didn’t steal his recruit. This is my company, I can’t steal what’s already mine.”

She said sharply and Mr. Jeon’s grin faltered.

“Yes of course. It was obvious that all those rumors were just made up.”

He quickly uttered and Mina had to distract herself with the documents in front of her, because otherwise she would have to tell him how much his spinelessness disgusted her.

But despite knowing that Mr. Jeon was nothing but a blithering idiot, Mina couldn’t manage to ignore his remarks. They were stuck in her brain and during the whole meeting, his words bothered her. For one, she didn’t want her whole company to talk badly about you. You hadn’t even started working yet, but everyone still knew your name by now. But above all, there was one word that Mina hated more than any other. A word that instantly caused her to fly off the handle if people used it to describe her. Weak. Mina knew that she wouldn’t be so bothered by Mr. Jeon’s words if she didn’t secretly think that there was some truth to them.

Were you making her weak?

Mina couldn’t say in good conscience that all her actions in the past week had been right. She shouldn’t have compromised a good senior employee like Mr. Gwon and she definitely shouldn’t have transferred her assistant to the sales department without a warning. Those decisions weren’t made after thorough consideration and in favor of her company like she usually did; they resulted from a selfish desire. With every minute that Mina sat in that conference room, she got more upset about herself. How could she have acted so recklessly? If she had only been more considerate, the whole company wouldn’t be talking about her love life right now.

Mina was so lost in her thoughts that she only realized that the meeting had ended when she was the last person remaining in the room. Quickly, she packed all her stuff while cursing when she realized that her next meeting would start in less than two minutes. Annoyed, she ran to the next room. You were really bringing her nothing but trouble. She had to focus on her company again. If she could, she would even rewind to the day of the job interview and make everything undone. But that was just wishful thinking now. Nevertheless, there were other measures that she could take: she had to cleanse her mind from you. Therefore, she tried to clear her mind before sitting down at the head of the table at her next meeting, intending to pay better attention this time around. Her good resolution was put to the test, however, when the door to the conference room suddenly flew open to reveal you.

The root of all the chaos in her life right now.

Like the first time, her heart immediately started fluttering when your eyes met; especially when you waved at her awkwardly. You were such a dork. Mina could have sat there forever, just looking at you, but when she felt the gazes of the other participants of the meeting on her, she got reminded of the annoying rumors that were circulating in the company and her expression changed quickly. Instead of flashing you a wide gummy smile like she wanted to, Mina rolled her eyes, feigning to be a ruthless boss.

She needed to nib those rumors in the bud.

The look on your face, however, caused Mina to regret her decision in an instant. You looked so confused and she wished to be able to apologize to you. But that wouldn’t be fair. She had to stop with all that hot and cold treatment. Her company came before everything else. Therefore, she needed to focus again and if that was only possible by cutting you off, she needed to show you the cold shoulder for now.

A task that turned out to be harder than she had thought.

Your little insecure glances throughout the whole meeting didn’t go unnoticed by her, even if she forbade herself to stare at you. It was pure torture. Mina would love nothing more than to flash you a smile or to give you an encouraging thumbs up to tell you that you were doing fine for your first day. But the eyes of the others were glued on her today. Even when the meeting was over and the two of you made your way to her office on the top floor. All the assistants whispered behind your back, causing you to insecurely scan your surroundings. You were clearly uncomfortable, and this was all her fault. She needed to make it up to you; even if her good intentions would be absolutely invisible to you.

Throughout the week, Mina could see how your frustration grew with every day. She was punishing you with ignorance and criticism, no matter how accurately you were working. It was cruel and hurting Mina probably exactly as much as it was hurting you, but she told herself that you would thank her in the end. Nevertheless, she had never been looking forward to the end of the week like this week. Only one more meeting and she could send you home and recover from this horrible week. She would be in dire need of a breather after this meeting. Not only because of you, but also because this meeting was essential for the future of this company. If she could close this deal, no recession in this world could bring her down. She would rise above all the competition. Therefore, she was equally looking forward to this meeting as she was also dreading it. Nervously, she had paced about in her office before strutting to the conference room, pretending to be confident.

“Mr. Park, I’m glad that you could make it.”

With a wide smile on her face and an extended hand, Mina approached the older CEO and bowed to him politely while shaking his hand.

“Shall we?”

She pointed towards the conference room where everyone took a seat around the table. It didn’t take long till you entered the room as well and headed straight for the guests.

“Good morning. Is there anything that I can get you?”

You asked politely with a soft smile and Mina felt how a bit of her nervousness disappeared. Maybe you were causing her to make crazy decisions, but she couldn’t deny the calmness that she felt around you either. That was as long as everyone behaved around you, which Mina couldn’t really say right now. The way all those conceited prigs were rudely spitting out their orders without showing any sign of gratitude was causing this certain familiar irritation to crawl out of the dark inside of Mina. But you handled the situation with grace, so she took a deep breath and tried to let it go. This was neither the place nor time to make a scene; this customer was really important. Therefore, she pushed all the thoughts about you to the very back of her head and started the meeting with her eyes on the price: walking out of this room with a closed deal today.

If just everyone had been as focused as her...

Unfortunately, it seemed like the Mr. Park really wanted to test her patience though.

“Why isn’t my coffee iced?”

He snapped at you, when you returned to the conference room and placed his order in front of him. Irritated, Mina looked up from her notes in front of her, feeling like someone had just dropped a matchstick into an oil drum inside of her. Her grasp automatically tightened around the pen that she was holding, and her eyes darkened.

“I-iced? Because you ordered a hot cappuccino…”

You stuttered and Mina could hear how you were struggling to stay polite.

“I did not. Go get me a new one. Iced. I hope you’re able to keep that simple order in mind this time.”

Mr. Park rudely shoved the cup into your hands and Mina needed to physically bite her tongue in order to stop herself from stepping in. She could taste blood in her mouth and she quickly averted her gaze from the scene in front of her. The company comes first, she told herself in her head over and over again in a desperate attempt to bring her heartrate down. Only when she heard the door of the conference room being opened and closed, she dared to look up again, seeing that you had left the room.

“It’s so hard to get competent assistants these days...”

Mr. Park scoffed and the other men at the table agreed with him, but not Mina. He could be glad that she didn’t just rip his head off; she surely wouldn’t suck up to him just to please him. Therefore, she simply cleared her throat to catch the attention of the others and continued with her presentation.

“Where were we? Ah right, the targets of our partnership.”

Mina smiled, ready to focus on the benefits that Mr. Park brought to the table again, although they were harder to see with every minute that passed. There was barely a sentence that she could finish before Mr. Park interrupted her with a stupid comment. Maybe Mina could have endured them better if there wasn’t a flame already flickering inside of her, but it was increasingly hard for her to keep her cool. Your appearance was just the final straw to make her explode.

You walked into the room with a fake smile on your lips and the coffee that Mr. Park definitely didn’t deserve. It was hard for Mina to listen to another one of his dumb remarks while observing you in the corner of her eye, but she tried her best to stay focus. That was until a really unfortunate event caused her breath to catch in her throat.

“YA!”

Mr. Park yelled after you had spilled his coffee all over him. Deserved, Mina thought to herself while feigning to be shocked although she was actually trying her hardest not to laugh. Her amusement, however, disappeared a second later when Mr. Park leaped to his feet in order to yell at you.

“You incompetent idiot! What is wrong with you?! Did you just spill the coffee all over me to get back at me?? Do you know who I am? I’m going to make you pay for this, you ungrateful scumbag!”

The company comes first, the company comes first, the company comes first, the com- how dare this asshole?!

Mina had tried her hardest to keep her cool for the sake of her company, but enough was enough. No one, absolutely no one was allowed to yell at you. Anger replaced every single bit of rationality in her body and she leaped to her feet while slamming her hand on the table.

“Out.”

Was the only word she managed to choke out without absolutely losing her temper. But no one moved and Mr. Park even had the audacity to smirk victoriously. Did he think that she had meant you? In that case, she had to make herself clearer...

“I said out! The deal is off the table. My company doesn’t make deals with petty tyrants like you.”

She yelled now, unable to keep her emotions in check. The jaws of everyone in the room dropped and Mina would have probably laughed if her anger weren’t still consuming her completely.

“Excuse me?”

Mr. Park stuttered and Mina was starting to lose her patience. She couldn’t stand to see this man a second longer.

“Out.”

She growled and this time, Mr. Park seemed to have gotten the hint. In disbelief, he scoffed and looked at his associates before straightening out his stained suit.

“Very well. But don’t think that these ties can ever be mended. I’m going to make sure that you’re going to regret this.”

He stated arrogantly and it took everything from Mina not to jump across the table to grab him by his collar and to throw him out of the building herself. Making her regret this? He didn’t have that kind of power, if any Mina would make him regret ever having lived. Breathlessly, she supported herself on the table after Mr. Park and his associates had left the room as it hit Mina what she had just done. Even if Mr. Park was the biggest asshole on this planet, the deal with his company would have still been huge. But that chance was gone forever now, and Mina couldn’t believe that she had robbed her company of it just because of you.

“This is all your fault.”

She hissed angrily before finally looking at you.

“This was a million-dollar deal. Damn it.”

You flinched in shock when she swept the portfolio off the table, making her regret her action in an instant.

“I-I’m sorry.”

You stuttered and Mina chuckled bitterly.

“Oh thank you, that makes everything better.”

She exclaimed cynically, although she knew that it wasn’t fair to let her anger out on you. None of this was actually your fault.

“Of course not. I’m sorry, I will get my stuff.”

You mumbled in defeat, causing Mina’s heart to break. Get your stuff? Were you still not able to see that she was willing to sacrifice everything in order to have you in her life?

With slouched shoulders, you walked to the door and Mina knew that she should let you go. You were turning everything upside down. But she couldn’t let you slip out of that door and out of her life. Not after everything that she had already given up for you. Therefore, she quickly chased after you and grabbed your arm just as you wanted to press down the door handle. With a strong pull, she managed to spin you around, causing you to helplessly stumble into her arms. Once again, Mina instantly got lost in your eyes and she didn’t waste another second before grabbing your neck and crashing her lips into yours. She had wanted to do this since your first encounter. Starving for your taste, she ran her tongue over your bottom lip and finally you seemed to wake up. Hesitantly, you granted her access and Mina had to suppress the urge to hum into the kiss. She had kissed so many people in her life, but never had she ever felt so high before. Your taste was addicting, and she wished that she could keep standing there with you forever. But this was a highly frequented room; anyone could walk in here any second, so Mina pulled away reluctantly. Despite the risk, however, she couldn’t get herself to step away from you. Her hands kept cupping your face and she gently stroked your cheeks with her thumbs while letting this feeling of comfort wash over her as she got lost in her eyes. How did you manage to make her feel so many things in just a split second? Desperately, Mina sighed before resting her forehead against yours.

“What am I supposed to do with you? You drive me crazy.”

---

Mina’s words were causing you to chuckle. You were driving her crazy? What were you supposed to say? Gently, you put your finger underneath her chin and pushed it up to make her look at you.

“Well...you could stop pushing me away. Because you are driving me crazy too.”

You replied and Mina sheepishly hid her head in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry.”

She mumbled against your skin and you laughed.

“It’s ok, now that I know that you like me too, your behavior is more bearable.”

Your statement caused Mina’s head to shoot up and she looked at you in disbelief.

“You only know now that I like you?? I made it so obvious!”

She gasped and you held up your hands defensively.

“You didn’t talk to me for one whole week and when you did, you yelled at me! How should I have known?”

You argued, remembering how this week would have been the worst of your entire life if Mina hadn’t just made it up to you.

“Ok...if you say it like that, I see where you’re coming from.”

Mina said innocently and you shook your head in amusement. You liked this kind of interactions between the two of you a lot better.

“Yeah you should definitely make it up to me.”

A light smirk tugged on the corner of your lip as you stepped closer again and Mina mirrored your expression in anticipation. Just when you were about to lean in for another kiss though, the door of the conference room suddenly swung open and Mina jumped away from you as if you were toxic. Completely oblivious to what was going on, a man entered, seeming to be fuming in anger.

“Is it true? Is it true that the deal with the Park corporation is off the table?”

The man’s voice cracked, and Mina avoided his gaze before reluctantly walking closer to him.

“Yes, it’s true. Mr. Park was highly uncooperative.”

She answered calmly, but the man looked like she had just said the most ridiculous thing on the planet.

“Uncooperative?? It was your job to make him cooperative! Do you know how much this deal would have meant for this company?”

It was cruel to watch Mina getting scolded for something that you had messed up, but you felt like it wasn’t your place to step in.

“Mr. Jeon, please calm down. Let’s go to my office.”

Mina stayed professional and gestured towards the door whereat Mr. Jeon sighed and left the room. Helplessly, you stood there, looking at Mina who flashed you an apologetic gaze before stepping into the hallway as well, leaving you alone in the conference room. Since meeting Mina, you felt like you were living in an alternate universe; everything seemed to be way too crazy to be real. But today was a step in the right direction. At least you knew now that you weren’t delusional. Mina truly liked you and seemed to be just as helpless as you. It was high time that you sorted things out with each other. Maybe the two of you could use the weekend to meet outside of work and talk about everything. Therefore, you followed the two board members to the top floor and sat down at your desk in front of Mina’s office, waiting for a chance to talk with the CEO. Through the glass walls, you could see that Mr. Jeon and Mina were discussing agitatedly for almost an hour before they eventually seemed to have come to an agreement. While glaring at you angrily, Mr. Jeon left Mina’s office and disappeared in another one further down the hallway. Mina, on the other hand, tiredly sat behind her desk and stared into the void.

Maybe you could cheer her up by asking her out...

Therefore, you took a deep breath and walked over to her office. You knocked shortly before letting yourself in without waiting for an answer.

“Hey.”

You greeted Mina shyly, but she only gifted you with a short glance. Instead, she turned her attention to some papers on her desk and started to rustle with them busily.

“Um...I was wondering whether you had some time to talk?”

You piped up while awkwardly shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

“No.”

Mina simply replied without bothering to look up from her desk. Dumbfounded, you stared at her, not knowing how to react to her sudden coldness.

“Maybe later?”

You tried your luck once more, but you ran against a wall.

“No, I’m busy.”

It seemed like you had accidentally traveled back in time. Instead of talking with the woman that had kissed you senseless in the conference room earlier, you were faced with the old Mina again that punished you with ignorance for one whole week. Your headache instantly returned again, and you stumbled out of the office in pure disbelief. How could one single person have that many mood swings? Exhausted by the events of the day, you plopped down on your chair and pretended to work on some papers that Mina had given you this morning, while replaying the kiss in your head over and over again. All the emotions that Mina had put in it, couldn’t have been fake, right? You martyred your brain for almost an hour until a movement in the corner of your eye ripped you from your line of thought. It was Mina who finally left her office.

“You can leave early today, Y/N. See you on Monday.”

She said emotionlessly while walking by, leaving you even more confused than before. You didn’t even have the chance to talk back before she was already gone. For at least fifteen minutes, you simply stared down the empty hallway while trying to make sense of Mina before packing up your stuff in slow-motion. Usually, you wouldn’t have minded a long weekend, but under these circumstances, you dreaded it. A bad feeling was beginning to spread in your guts.

What if the kiss hadn’t changed anything? What if everything would stay the same?

---

Mina felt like punching herself as she rushed down the hallway. She was playing a cruel game with you; she was painfully aware of that. But she couldn’t stop. You were somehow messing with the chemicals in her brain and cutting you out of her life wasn’t an option anymore. But at the same time, she had responsibility for her company and Mr. Jeon had just made it clear to her what would happen if she didn’t fulfill her duties. Yes, she was the CEO of this company, but if the shareholders would work together, they could still remove her from her position. It was maddening and she needed time to think. Therefore, she had sent you home early. She couldn’t stand to be around you a second longer and to be reminded of the highly unpleasant talk with Mr. Jeon. You probably already had a whiplash from her mood swings, and she needed to use this weekend to come up with a solution.

But no matter how hard Mina martyred her brain, she couldn’t find one. Before she knew it, the weekend was over, she was sitting in her office again and you were driving her insane, just by looking at some papers. Half of the morning was wasted already because Mina hadn’t been able to concentrate. Instead, she had been staring at you. The way you knitted your brow when you concentrated was extremely adorable and the moment you bit your lip while filling out some form, Mina knew that she had to do something about her desire. Not wasting another second, she leaped to her feet and strutted to your desk.

“I need your help.”

Without waiting for your answer, Mina walked to the copy room, hearing how you followed her hectically. The moment you had entered the room, she slammed the door shut before pressing you against one of the photocopiers to your surprise. Utter confusion was written all over your face, so Mina decided to give short shrift. Just like the first time, she simply pressed her lips on yours, trying to let you know how much she wanted you even if she couldn’t always show it to you. She hadn’t been so sure whether you would forgive her after she had sent you home on Friday, but to her delight, your lips soon started to move in sync with hers causing her to sigh into the kiss. She had missed you tremendously, even if she only hadn’t seen you for two days. But apparently, you were feeling the same. Needily, you were pulling her closer even though there wasn’t even space for a single piece of paper between the two of you. Mina couldn’t help but to smile into the kiss while teasing you by pulling away several times, only to have you leaning forward to capture her lips again. It seemed like you were two magnets that simply belonged together, but unfortunately the knowledge that there was probably already another client of hers waiting in her office was annoyingly pinching her and Mina had to pull away despite the overwhelming attraction.

“I have an appointment.”

She whispered while softly stroking the outlines of your jaw.

“Skip it.”

You grinned, causing her to chuckle. She was very tempted to agree to your offer, but she knew that she couldn’t. The only thing that she could offer you right now were fleeting and secret moments like this. Her duties as CEO still came before you.

“I can’t.”

After pressing another kiss on your lips, she pushed herself off you and fixed her clothes.

“It’s a very important meeting. Oh and I need you to print the documents that I’ve sent you per mail.”

Sheepishly, Mina smiled at you, knowing that her timing was terrible right now, but you didn’t seem to mind.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You saluted dorkily, causing her to laugh before turning around to leave the room.

Maybe it wasn’t much that she could give you, but she would make sure to make those times worthwhile... and plenty. Mina just couldn’t help herself. You simply looked so kissable when you typed away on your computer or prepped her for one of her million meetings. So, in the following weeks it became a habit that Mina abducted you to an empty room whenever no one was around to express her affection even when she had to show you the cold shoulder most of the time. Because as soon as other people were around, Mina pretended to be your ruthless superior who mercilessly bossed you around. It was hard to be mean to you, but it was a necessary evil to prove all the people wrong that had spread rumors about the two of you. And Mina’s plan seemed to work. After a few weeks, no one whispered behind your back anymore and Mr. Jeon stopped eyeing you suspiciously. Mina even had to stop herself from becoming cocky and acting foolish again due to the naivety of everyone else. It had almost been too easy to find a solution to her problems...almost. Because what Mina hadn’t considered in her perfect plan were your feelings. You had played your part in her scheme so perfectly until you suddenly didn’t anymore one day...

---

People bumped into you left and right, but you didn’t care. Despite being an obstacle in the busy stream of employees that were trying to get to their workplace on time, you didn’t pick up your pace. Your initial euphoria about your new job was long gone and by now you just dreaded to go to work. You were so tired of Mina’s games. Even if her little ambushes had managed to help you get over her otherwise rough behavior, they simply weren’t enough anymore. You wanted to be more than just her little secret during her five-minute breaks between two meetings. Or maybe you would even be able to bear the secrecy if she wouldn’t grumble at you because of every little mistake. But the combination of both was just slowly killing you. Therefore, you took your time every morning to get to work. You knew that Mina would discover your daily tardiness one day, but she yelled at you anyways, so why should you bother?

Like always, you arrived five minutes late and barely managed to plop down on your chair before Mina rushed past your desk.

“Y/N, did you print the documents that I asked you for yesterday? Bring them to my meeting.”

She demanded before disappearing in her office, only to storm out of it again a second later to get to her meeting on time. You, on the other hand, weren’t prepared to go there yet, because horrified, you realized that you hadn’t printed the demanded documents yesterday. You remembered that Mina had asked you for them five minutes before your finishing time and you had simply waved her request off. Little had you known that she needed them so soon. In lightning speed, you opened the attachment of her last mail from the day before and hit the ‘print’ button. To your dismay, however, it seemed like the document was 100 pages long and with every second that passed you knew that your death inched closer. On wobbly legs you eventually ran to the conference room, managing to arrive only a minute after the official start. Relieved, you sighed silently when you entered the room and heard that Mina was still making small talk with the other participants of the meeting. Unfortunately, though, your happiness didn’t last long.

“Are you incapable of telling the time?”

You didn’t need to look at Mina to know that she was staring at you with one of her terrifying gazes that seemed to be able to set you on fire. With your head hanging low, you put down the documents in front of her and lightly bowed to her.

“I’m really sorry. It will never ha-“

Before you were able to finish your apology, Mina cut you short.

“I’m so tired of your sloppy work! Everyone would be grateful to have your job and you allow yourself to play games? I gave you this opportunity and I can take it from you again if I want to. I should have known better. You have been unreliable from the start.”

She scoffed and your head snapped up. Somehow Mina’s comment suddenly caused your blood to seethe. You were unreliable? You had never asked her to get you this job and you had done all your work diligently despite her antics. In order to be close to her, you endured everything silently and were willing to put your own needs below hers. But now you were beginning to ask yourself if it was all worth it. Did she even appreciate you? Because right now it didn’t sound like it. If there were so many people who would be grateful to be in your shoes, you shouldn’t be selfish, right? While tightly clenching your fist to stop yourself from making a scene, you bowed deeply before firmly looking into her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I will not upset you again.”

You stated emotionlessly before turning around and leaving the room. You would indeed never upset her again. But neither would you ever reward her with your presence again.

Furious, you stormed to your desk where you paced up and down the hallway. Could you really quit? You had dreamed about working in this company for ages. Besides, you also depended on the salary and you weren’t so sure whether you would immediately find a new job. Frustrated, you plopped down on your chair and weighted your options. Should you swallow your pride, or should you risk becoming homeless? It was a tough decision but in the end, you knew that only one of those options would come into question. You could no one longer knuckle under to Mina; not if you still wanted to be able to look at yourself in the mirror. Therefore, you quickly packed up all your stuff, hoping that you could disappear before Mina would be back.

Unfortunately, however, you were just halfway down the hallway when the elevator door opened and your soon to be ex-boss stepped out. When she spotted you, she quickly looked around to make sure that no one was around before approaching you with a smirk on her face. As soon as she noticed the box with all your belongings in your hands though, she started frowning.

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

She asked with concern resonating in her voice.

“I’m done.”

You spat out, wanting to simply walk past her, but she grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“What do you mean?”

Genuine confusion reflected in her eyes and you wondered how she could still be so clueless. Did she really not know how wrong her little games were?

“I quit. This job and whatever this is between us. I’m tired of you and your games.”

With a strong arm movement, you ripped yourself free of her grasp and rushed to the elevator that was still on your floor. As the doors slowly closed, you could see that Mina was staring at you with an open mouth in utter disbelief and you almost felt sorry for her. But then you remembered that exactly this weakness for her soft side had gotten you in this trouble in the first place and you quickly pulled away your hand that reflexively wanted to stop the door from closing. Instead, you pressed the button for the ground floor and averted your eyes from Mina before you could change your mind. This rollercoaster ride needed to end now.

---

Mina felt like she was stuck in a bad dream when she watched you stepping into the elevator. She had truly thought that the two of you were doing fine and those news were hitting her like a truck. The moment your words had left your lips, her heart had stopped beating and her whole body was frozen ever since. Only when the display above the elevator showed a red 1, the stinging pain in Mina’s chest slowly started to spread in her body and managed to rip her out of her trance.

You were gone.

Indecisively, Mina turned in circles while grasping her hair, not knowing whether she should chase after you or act like a CEO. Why did everything always seem to come down to the conflict between her love for you and her responsibility for her company?

“Ah Ms. Myoui, I was just on my way to you. Do you have a minute?”

Mr. Jeon’s voice caused Mina to jump in shock. Dumbfounded, she turned around and saw that he was standing in the door of his office with a smug smile playing on his lips. Her gaze immediately darted back to the elevator where her heart was telling her to go.

“I-I have to...”

She stuttered, pointing to the elevator, but Mr. Jeon cut her short.

“Please, it’s important.”

He countered, causing Mina to sigh in defeat. She had sworn to him that she would never let her feelings interfere with the success of this company again. Therefore, she reluctantly followed him into his office where she listened to his babbling with only half an ear. Your words just played in her head over and over again.

I quit. This job and whatever this is between us. I’m tired of you and your games.

Only after hearing your words Mina had realized that she had never officially asked you to be hers or taken you out on a real date. In hindsight, she couldn’t believe how selfish she had been. Had she really dared to martyr you every single day without giving you anything in return? Without noticing, Mina huffed loudly, causing Mr. Jeon to stop his monologue and to look at her in confusion.

“I’m sorry, please continue. I was just thinking about...a client.”

Mina lied and Mr. Jeon eyed her suspiciously.

“It’s ok, I don’t want to steal any more of your precious time. And we can continue talking tonight. You’re coming, right?”

He asked and Mina stared at him for several seconds, trying to remember what he was referring to until she remembered the red cross in her calendar that was labeled ‘Annual Business Partner Gala’. This time the loud huff that slipped past her lips was directed at Mr. Jeon who looked at her offended, but Mina didn’t care. She really had better things to do tonight. But of course, she couldn’t just skip the gala. She was the face of the company and her business partners expected her to give a speech that would assure them that Myoui Holdings was still yielding the money that they expected. Therefore, Mina put on a fake smile and looked at Mr. Jeon.

“Of course, I’ll be there.”

She assured him before leaping to her feet and leaving his office, not being in the mood to pretend any longer to be listening to his unimportant babbling.

With her thoughts racing through her brain like on a racetrack, Mina made her way to her own office. As she passed your desk, however, her movements halted, and she looked at your seat with regret tugging at her heartstrings. If she hadn’t been so selfish you would still be sitting there. She just had made it too easy for herself and now karma was making her pay for it. With every second that she was standing there, it became harder for her to breathe, because it cost her every bit of strength in her body to suppress the tears that were threatening to spill. Maybe she had missed her chance to make you know how much you meant to her, but she herself was painfully aware of that fact which made it unbearable to stare at your empty desk. Therefore, Mina did what she had promised Mr. Jeon not to do and let her feelings get the better of her. Although you had left her several sticky notes on her desk that were telling her what she still had to do today, she couldn’t manage to free her thoughts from you. So in order to prevent having a breakdown in front of all the board members of her company, she grabbed her belongings and rushed out of her office.

She needed to put distance between her and this mess.

The car ride to her apartment didn’t take long but it seemed like it lasted hours. Even if her driver was obliged not to spill anything that happened in the car, Mina didn’t want to cry in front of him. It would absolutely ruin her reputation. Therefore, she held back her tears until her key card unlocked her door and she could finally stumble into her safe space. The hours that followed were a blur. Mina knew that she had to be calm and composed again for the gala tonight, so she tried to let out all her bottled-up emotions, resulting in a tearful breakdown.

What was she supposed to do about you? Was it selfish of her again to want you back?

Not only her brain and her heart seemed to disagree on the answer to this question. No, her heart alone seemed to be torn too. On the one hand, it told her to give in to her love for you. She didn’t want to live without you. She wanted to make it up to you and show you that she could do better. But on the other hand, the same love told her to stay away. Didn’t you deserve someone who treated you better? Even if she would stop with the secrecy and the blowups, she still wouldn’t have a lot of time for you. Her company demanded a lot of time from her and she wasn’t sure if you were willing to endure that. The dilemma was killing her, so Mina was almost glad when it was time to get ready for the gala and she could distract herself. Although it was hard to ignore her problems when her puffy face demanded almost twice the amount of makeup that she usually needed and to make things worse, even her dress reminded her of you, because she had chosen it specifically for you to impress you. Tears immediately started to pool in Mina’s eyes when she looked at herself in the mirror and she quickly rushed to her wardrobe to search for another dress. One that wouldn’t remind her of her failure throughout the whole night.

Just as Mina was about to make a terrible mess out of her closet though, the sound of her doorbell caused her to head to snap to the side.

“Y/N?”

She whispered absentmindedly before stumbling out of her room and to the front door. Maybe you were here to take the decision that was tearing her apart off her plate. Full of hope, Mina swung open the door, only to feel her heart break all over again when she stood face to face with her guest. Another guest than she had expected.

“Are you ready?”

Seongmin asked with a bored expression and Mina huffed in disappointment. She had totally forgotten about him. Business partners liked to see that their partner was doing well- both in business as well as in their private lives. Therefore, Mina had started to take her old school friend Seongmin to official events. For some reason, a single, successful woman apparently didn’t fit into the norm of the world that she was operating in. So she faked to be in a relationship with Seongmin to fulfill their stereotypes. It was degrading and Mina didn’t know why she allowed the board members and business partners to have so much power over her.

“What am I even doing?”

She sighed frustrated, causing Seongmin to look at her in confusion.

Was this really the life that she wanted to live? Did she really want the be the board members’ and business partners’ puppet? Mina’s gaze fell on the dress that she was wearing, and she wondered whether the two of you would still be together if she hadn’t allowed the opinions of others to mess with her head.

“You are getting ready for the gala. Where you are going with me. Your date.”

Seongmin answered hesitantly, still not being able to make sense of Mina’s weird behavior. His words caused her to look at him and she suddenly felt how her annoyance took control over her. Your date. This was just wrong. She shouldn’t have to fake a relationship to please others. And even more so, she shouldn’t have to hide her real one. She could be a good CEO and a good girlfriend. Maybe it had taken her a while, but finally Mina knew what the right thing was to do.

“No, you’re not my date. I already have one.”

She replied before rushing back into her apartment to grab her shoes and her purse. When she came back to the front door, Seongmin was still standing there dumbfounded and she quickly pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you for coming, Seongmin. But I don’t need your services tonight. You can go home.”

Mina smiled before running to the elevator. Her newfound determination suddenly washed away the lethargy from before and a wave of energy was electrifying her whole body. In lightning speed, she made her way to her car while calling the head of HR in hopes that the poor devil was still working.

“Ms. Myoui?”

He picked up the phone with uncertainty resonating in his voice, but Mina cut straight to the point, not having time for any explanations.

“Jinyoung, hi! Listen you have to do me a favor.”

She panted into the phone breathlessly while speeding out of the underground garage.

“You need to get me the address of an employee. The name is Y/N L/N.”

Jinyoung was audibly confused by Mina’s request and voiced concerns about confidentiality. But after repeating her request a second time in the sharp tone that made all her employees bow down to her, Mina could hear how Jinyoung typed something on his computer before sending her the address via text message.

“You are the best! Thank you!”

Without losing any more time, Mina hung up the phone and fed the address to her GPS that spit out the supposed shortest route to your apartment in return. Unfortunately, though, this time of day was not the best to drive from one part of the city to the other and Mina groaned loudly when she saw the time of arrival. Nevertheless, she didn’t let this little setback get her down and used the time that she was stuck in traffic to practice her apology in the rearview mirror instead. As soon as she was standing in front of your door, however, all her practice appeared to be useless. What if you didn’t want her back? She couldn’t resent you for that. The way that she had treated you in the past weeks had been absolutely unacceptable.

“Maybe I should come back another day?”

Mina mumbled to herself, remembering that she had learned in her years as CEO to never enter a negotiation unprepared. What were her arguments to convince you to take her back? What were her counterarguments for your accusations that you surely wouldn’t spare her? Before Mina could come up with a fitting strategy, however, the door to your apartment suddenly swung open and she found herself face-to-face with you. The moment your eyes met hers, your jaw dropped, and you stared at her with wide eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

You gasped, not seeming to have expected her in front of your door. Dumbfounded by your sudden presence, Mina opened and closed her mouth wordlessly in search for the right thing to say. Apologies weren’t her strong suit. Her reputation as ruthless and unapologetic CEO had gotten her where she was now. She wasn’t good at showing her vulnerable side. Therefore, before she knew it, her instincts took over and told her that there was only one applicable strategy right now: Offense is the best defense.

“I’m picking you up. We’re going on a date.”

Mina stated determined with her head held high, causing you to frown in confusion.

“No, we’re not.”

You scoffed, looking slightly offended. But Mina held her course.

“Yes, you are.”

She countered before brushing past you in order to walk into your apartment. For a second, she was disoriented in the unfamiliar surrounding but then she spotted her target and headed straight for your bedroom.

“W-wha... Do I get a say in this?”

You stuttered perplexed while watching how Mina rummaged your closet for something pretty for you to wear tonight.

“No.”

Mina simply answered as she pulled out a shirt that had looked like a perfect fit at first glance. But now that she was holding it in front of you, she didn’t really think that it highlighted your features that well, so she wanted to put it back into the closet. Before she could turn away from you again though, the utter look of disbelief in your face caused her to halt her movements. Maybe this wasn’t the right strategy to demonstrate you that she was more than just a cold tyrant... How could she make the same mistakes over and over again? Disappointed in herself, Mina sighed before turning to you in order to switch her strategy.

“Of course, you have a say in this. But...I would appreciate it very much if you’d let me take you out on a date. I know I’ve behaved like the biggest asshole in the past weeks and I’m really, really sorry about that. But I know that I can do better. I think I forgot how to function like a normal human being over the years while making the company my top priority. But I don’t want to live like that anymore. I want to make you my priority too. You have made me so happy in the past weeks and I want to make you happy in return too from now on.”

She explained, trying to take off the cold and unapproachable mask that she had gotten so used to wearing in the past years.

“And how is that supposed to work? I know how much this company means to you...”

You countered, sounding sad and angry at the same time.

“You’re right, it means a lot to me and I will not lie and tell you that I will be a prefect girlfriend. Because I won’t. I will spend a lot of time in the company and I will not give you the attention that you deserve at all time. But I promise that I will never let my work life interfere with my private life again like I did before. I allowed the board members to have way too much power over me. But I don’t care what they are saying. I have a right to be with the person I love and...that’s you.”

Once again, you looked like you had just seen a ghost and Mina sheepishly turned her gaze to the floor because she felt way too vulnerable right now to stand the silence that followed her confession.

“I really can’t believe you. I’ve never met someone who has that many mood swings. You confuse me!”

You huffed frustrated and Mina slouched her shoulders.

“I’ve just decided to wish you to hell and now you come around, being all cute again and making my heart flutter.”

Angrily, you crossed your arms, but your words gave Mina hope and she looked at you expectantly.

“One. I give you one more chance to change my mind.”

You held your pointer finger up in the air and Mina squealed in joy, but you nudged her chest threateningly, causing her to contain herself again.

“I’m serious Mina. If you treat me unfairly one more time or if I feel that you will always choose the company over me, I’ll quit for real.”

Mina instantly nodded in agreement, knowing that she was completely undeserving of this chance.

“I promise, I’ll be better.”

She whispered as tears were choking her up. This relationship was far too precious to her; she would make sure not to mess it up this time. Maybe it would still take her some time to let all her guards down, but she was willing to let you take the lead. Insecurely, she looked at you, waiting for you to make the next call, afraid that she might patronize you again.

“Come here...”

You sighed eventually while opening your arms and Mina didn’t waste a second before crashing her body into yours. A few tears of joy rolled down her cheeks as she buried her head in the crook of your neck and savored the feeling of comfort that instantly washed over her again.

She would make sure to repay you forever for your change of mind.

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uhgood-dooghu · 4 years ago

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Dial Tone [M]

Author uhgood-dooghu

Pairing Namjoon x Reader

Summary Namjoon’s been gone for a week. That’s it, that’s the tweet.

Rating 18+

Genre Smut, fluff, my attempt at crack, established relationship

Warnings Explicit sexual content, phone sex, daddy kink you’ve been warned, dom/sub undertones, begging, edging, orgasm control, dirty talk, use of a sex toy, Namjoon’s packing, OC is a bro girl at heart, self gratuitous porn with no plot

Word Count 2.7k

“Daddy...”

Namjoon almost swerves into a passing truck as your breathy voice fills his car.

Swearing, he composes himself, eyes flitting rapidly between the road and his phone, the Bluetooth allowing a string needy moans to ring out from the speakers.

When you’d called earlier, he’d been in the middle of the Meeting of the Year (trademarked by Seokjin), deep in the throes of negotiations but also riding high on the success of the afternoon. He hadn’t seen the notification until he’d finally left the building forty-five minutes late, waving goodbye to his business partner and waiting for his car just outside the lobby. He’d frowned when he’d seen your name. You’d made plans this morning to call him later tonight, so the timestamp concerned him slightly, but he knew well enough that if there was an emergency, you would call at least 7 times. Probably blow up Seokjin’s phone as well.

Sliding into the drivers seat, he’d connected his phone and pulled onto the street, absentmindedly hitting play on your message.

Thank god Seokjin had declined his offer for a ride.

“Holy mother of fuck,” he exclaims, panic clouding his thoughts before he has the sense to throw a hand out and adjust the volume. Does he know what’s happening? No. But he really doesn’t need the bass bumping your moans through the window for the whole world to hear.

Gripping the steering wheel, he swallows thickly, ears tuning in to the words you start to speak.

“Daddy, I need you,” you whine. “Where are you? You said you’d be done by now–“ You break off with a gasp.

When it hits him, the panic subsides, his jaw locking in place as he maneuvers his way through the evening rush. To clarify, you’d made very specific plans to call him tonight.

Apparently you’d gotten impatient.

The way your voice shakes tells him you probably had three fingers buried in your pussy, trying and failing to replicate what his own fingers are capable of. He listens to you take a few grounding breaths.

“I miss you, daddy. You’ve been gone for so long–oh my god–I miss you touching me.”

Namjoon’s eyes harden and he presses harder on the gas. A horn blares to his left, but he ignores it completely, barely seeing the angry driver flip him off, because his pants suddenly feel much tighter than they did five seconds ago.

“I miss your fingers. And your dick. Fuuuck, daddyyy!”

Your moans start to escalate, chasing after that edge, likely trying so hard to curl your fingers against your g-spot while circling your clit frantically with your free hand. His knuckles whiten around the wheel, his exhale dark as your voice turns progressively more manic, more helplessly panicked, until you cry out in desperation, the way you always do when you’re denied.

Your voice cracks and he feels it right in his dick.

“Daddy daddy, please please please, call me back, please please, I wanna come, daddy, I’ve been so good, please please please, call me.”

Your words slur, voice wrecked, and you let out a final sob before the message ends.

Namjoon sits frozen for a moment, mechanically turning his car into the hotel drive, before he inhales sharply and looks down.

Yep, he’s hard as fuck.

“Shit.”

Pulling up to the valet, he fumbles with his belt, tucking his erection into his waistband with a silent prayer that it’ll be enough to save him some embarrassment. It probably won’t (surprise, it’s actually quite difficult to hide a massive dick, who would’ve thought), but he doesn’t have a whole lot of options. At least he wore black pants.

He grabs his phone and steps out of the car only a little awkwardly, passing the man his keys before making a beeline for the glass doors. Thankfully, the lobby is near vacant as he rushes to the elevator, angling himself away from the front desk. Still, the receptionist raises an eyebrow, so he forces a smile, dimples fully on display even as his eyes stare daggers at the dial above the door. Tapping at his phone, he shoots you a text.

Namjoon: Couldn’t wait for tonight, huh? [6:31 PM]

When the doors finally open, he darts inside, choosing his floor and frantically tapping the “close” button.

The elevator moves far too slowly. That’s all he can think as he adjusts his crotch, swearing under his breath. It does nothing to relieve the pressure and he swears again. He really does have big dick problems. He nearly trips when the doors slide open, narrowly missing a wide-eyed housekeeper passing by with a cleaning cart. He is quick to apologize but does not stop as he speeds to his suite, already tugging at the knot of his tie.

Letting himself through the door, he works the top few buttons of his shirt open and glances at his phone. You haven’t responded, which, knowing you, could mean one of two things. Either you let the moment pass...or you’re too fucked out to notice his message.

Quirking a brow, he texts again.

Namjoon: You there baby? [6:34 PM]

This time your response is immediate.

Y/n: Call me [6:34 PM]

With a chuckle, he strips to his boxers and falls to the mattress. Readjusting on the pillows, he presses the phone to his ear, listening to it ring twice before you pick up.

“Daddy…”

“Hi, baby.” He hooks his arm behind his head and licks his lips. “What you up to?”

He smirks when you moan, loud and wanton.

“Having fun?”

You stutter out a yes.

“Mmm, without me?”

He listens in amusement as you keen.

“I’m sorry, daddy, I c-couldn’t help it. I miss you!”

“It’s okay, princess. I miss you, too.”

In the background, he hears a soft drone.

“You got a toy in you, baby?”

“Mhmmm!”

“Yeah? Which one?”

You take a shaky breath. “T-the black one.”

He hums in approval, cock twitching at the image of you lying on the bed, legs spread, the suction cup of your favorite toy pressed to your clit while the other end curves inside you, buzzing against your g-spot. He can picture the way your eyes squeeze shut as you bite and suck on your fingers to keep yourself from touching.

“How long’s it been in, princess?”

“Too long,” you moan, and he tuts in disapproval.

“Not an answer.”

You whimper, voice pitching. “Since I c-called you.”

In the back of his mind, he’s impressed. That was at least an hour. Giving a low whistle, he finally reaches down and briefly palms himself. The relief shoots up his spine as he sighs.

“Dang, baby. Wanna tell daddy what you did while you waited for me?”

The way you groan tells him you’d much rather not, but he waits expectantly. You know what to say if you want to stop. You exhale a few times before managing to speak.

“I u-used my fingers...and I played with my clit. I got myself m-messy for you.” You pause to breathe. “Then g-got close, I was so close, and then I called you.”

You’re starting to heave, voice modulating rhythmically, and Namjoon suspects you are rocking your head back and forth, trying to keep the pleasure at bay. His dick throbs, but he refuses to touch just yet. Not until he hears you be good for him.

“Keep going, baby.”

You huff a whine and press on. “T-then I put my toy in...I let it suck my clit–ah!”

The device clicks off and he swells with pride and satisfaction as you pant heavily in his ear. Your self-control never fails to blow his mind. He doesn’t even have to tell you what to do, you’re so desperate to please. Tugging at his waistband, he pulls the elastic below his balls, finally wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and squeezing.

“You like that, huh? You like your toy sucking your clit?”

“D-daddy sucks it better.” You mewl and click the toy back to life.

He allows himself a smug grin. Sue him, it’s nice to hear. “What then, baby? What did you do next?”

Slowly, he starts raking his fist over his shaft, swirling the palm over the tip, and he bites back a groan, because, shit, he gets so ridiculously hard for you, it’s almost pathetic. Almost.

“I–fuck–I kept it inside me, and I...I p-played with my nipples until I was close–shiiiiit.”

You’re losing coherency by the second, and Namjoon loves it. It sets his nerve-endings on fire. Makes him a little light-headed himself. Still, he murmurs soft praises in your ear, wishing he was there to stroke your hair and kiss your face, your hands, literally every inch of your body. It takes you a minute to continue, the vibe clicking on and off once more.

“I was s-so close, and then I t-turned it up and it felt so good, daddy, it felt so good!” You’re on the verge of tears, and Namjoon smiles fondly, dragging his thumb through the precum beading at his slit.

“I’m sure it did, baby. Were you a good girl?”

“Yes yes yes,” you insist, and he hears the frantic rustle of sheets. “I was good, I didn’t come. I promise.” There’s a slight change in your voice, the toy becoming more muffled, and he can tell you’ve flipped to your stomach. “I promise.” This time you actually sob, and Namjoon shushes you softly.

“It’s okay, baby, I believe you.”

You moan. “Daddy, I wanna come.”

The throb of his dick lets him know he wants you to come, too. He moves his fist just a little faster.

“I know, baby.” Biting his lip, he lets his eyes fall shut. “But I want you to use your fingers first. Take the toy out and get them wet. Taste yourself for me, princess.”

You shift and, a few moments later, audibly swallow.

“Tastes so good...” you moan.

Fuck.

“Yeah? Nice and sweet for me?”

Your affirming whimper is slightly muffled, and Namjoon can see the way you press your face into the mattress, ass up and knees wide, fingers drenched in your own slick and drool as you rock your hips in the air. The image is lethal.

“Yesss daddy, please–“ You choke in the way you do when you force yourself to hold off for him. “Please, I’m so close, I’ve been so close for so long, please.”

God, he doesn’t know why he loves this so much. It’s almost sadistic how much he gets off on hearing you beg, on hearing you so broken and needy and desperate, such a far cry from the confidently composed woman he knows you to be.

In the beginning, he was confused, reluctant even, when you asked him to take control of your pleasure. Even though the idea sent a shiver up his spine, he couldn’t imagine you of all people truly wanting something like that. You, who demands control in every aspect of your life, who refuses to take orders and sends 6’ 5”, built-like-dump-truck CEOs crashing face first into their glass office doors (a story for another time).

He asked you again and again and again if you were sure, hesitant to jump too hastily, no matter how badly his mind and body buzzed at the thought. It took you grabbing his face and shaking him, promising him you wanted this, wanted him to have that final say, for him to finally agree. You had a more detailed conversation after that, discussing boundaries and safe words and all the nuts and bolts he was adamant to set firmly in place.

You haven’t come without permission since.

And now, as you whine and beg for him, completely at his mercy even 1,000 miles away, he revels in the power trip. He feels it swim through his veins and collect in his dick, and yeah, another drop of precum oozes out because that’s how much he fucking loves this.

“Daddy,” you choke, and he can tell you’re quickly reaching a breaking point.

“It’s ok, princess, I’m here.”

Putting you on speaker, he sets his phone on his chest and reaches down to cup his balls. He’s barely touched himself, but they’re already so tight, and he knows he won’t need a whole lot to get there. You do all the work without even trying.

You keen helplessly, and he rolls the flesh in his palm.

“Alright, baby,” he coos. “Put your toy back in. I want you to turn it up high. I wanna hear it, okay?”

The answering buzz has you crying out. Loudly.

Namjoon grins in satisfaction. Resting his head back, he tugs on his dick, finally allowing the warmth to grow and spread throughout his limbs. Your moans spur him on, his pace increasing in time with your desperation, until all he can hear are your sobs of ‘daddy daddy daddy!’

Fuck, he’s close.

“You know what to do, baby,” he growls.

You’re practically wailing, words muffled and unintelligible, and he fleetingly wishes he had FaceTimed you instead.

“Can’t hear you, princess.”

You gasp loudly.

“P-please, daddy, can I come?” You break off in a desperate slur of pleasepleaseplease, and that’s all he needs to snap.

Gritting his teeth, he tightens his fist.

“Come.”

“Fuck, daddy!” You squeal, crying out for him incoherently as you fall apart, the sound slightly distorted from the way your writhing rustles the sheets against the speaker.

“Good girl,” he groans, fist pumping furiously, head falling back as your whimpers send him over the edge. Cum spurts over his hand and stomach in hot streaks. “Such a good girl for me, fuck.”

He works himself through the pleasure, dragging his cum back down his cock, all the while showering you with praise as you gasp helplessly.

“Fuck, baby, you did so well.” With a hiss, he slows his hand to a stop, giving himself one last squeeze before dropping his dick to his stomach. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You hear me?”

You whimper, panting heavily, toy already clicked silent, and he knows you’re just about boneless on the sheets. For a second he lies there, letting the cloud settle, his sticky hand hanging off the bed. Taking a breath, he checks in.

“Can you talk to me, y/n?”

You don’t respond right away. “G-give me a minute,” you eventually whisper, and he relents with a soft ‘okay.’

It takes about five minutes, but he finally hears your breathing level out, a sated sigh crackling though the phone.

“How you feeling, babe?”

“Dead.”

He laughs, grabbing some tissues from the nightstand. “How long were you–“

“Two hours. Two fucking hours, Joon.” He laughs again, wiping the cum from his abs and fingers. “How long does it take to check your messages, goddamn!”

“Sorry, the meeting ran long.”

You hum in mock annoyance, then yawn loudly. “It went well, at least?”

“Mhmm, really well. We closed the deal.”

“Fuck yeah, bro.”

Laughing, Namjoon tosses the tissues in the trash and falls back onto the pillows. “Were you really edging for that long?”

“I mean, I took a couple breaks, but yeah, pretty much.”

He shakes his head, feeling a little guilty. “I’m sorry, baby, you know you didn’t have to–“

“Namjoon. It felt good. Really good.”

“...well, shit.”

You snort, and he lets go of any intrusive thoughts. He trusts that you know what you want, and lord knows he’ll give you anything you ask for. He hears you yawn once more with a smile.

“You should go to sleep.”

“It’s only 7.”

“You’ll be asleep in an hour anyways.”

You shift on the bed with a scoff. “You calling me old?”

“If you want me to.”

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

Namjoon smiles, and starts softly asking about your day, content to just hear your voice and stare aimlessly at the ceiling. Eventually, though, you settle into silence, simply listening to each other breathe. It’s not nearly as good as feeling your warmth beside him, but he’ll live. Still, he’s counting down the hours until his plane lands in a few days and he can kiss you for real. It’s been a long week.

He sighs. “I miss you, y/n.”

“I miss you, too, Joonie. I love you.”

His heart swells and he closes his eyes. He loves you, too. So goddamn much.

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction || You’re A Doctor [Request]

Seokjin:

You had applied for different hospitals, GP's and small hospices in the area where you and Jin lived together but no one had gotten back to you.

"I'm sure it'll be here soon," Jin said as he came into the living room to see you sitting on the window seat of your living room, staring out of the window for the mail lady but soon wasn't soon enough. You wanted the mail there and now.

"The more you look the longer it'll take." He said playfully earning a glare from you, you were clutching onto a coffee mug as you stared out of the window for the woman. As soon as she was at the bottom of the drive you threw yourself out of the seat, putting down the mug on a coffee table and waiting for the mailbox to be filled.

Jin stared down at all the rejection letters that were sitting on the table, all of them denying you coming to work for them, each with different reasons but it was all rejection at the end of the day.

"Jagi-" Jin couldn't finish because the doorbell rang, you got up from the floor and wiped your eyes as you walked over to answer it. You hadn't meant to start crying but it was disheartening being told that no one wanted you,

"I'm sorry, I left this one in my van and I thought I should deliver it." The lady handed you a bigger envelope and you said goodbye, walking into the house and throwing it onto the letter.

"You're not going to open it?" Jin asked but you shook your head, not being able to handle another 'We regret to inform you' letter.

"You do it, I can't." Jin ripped the letter open and read it through.

"Dear Dr Y/l/n, we would like to first thank you for your application to work at our hospital, below we have given a list of dates and times for interviews please get back-" Jin couldn't finish because you flung yourself in his direction staring at the letter and starting to scream happily. Not only was it one of the best hospitals in Seoul, but it was also your dream hospital. You only applied for the fun of it not thinking for even a second that they would actually accept someone who had just left medical school.

"I'M IN!" You screamed throwing yourself into Jin's arms and crying into his neck as he held you and kissed your face,

"I told you, baby."

Yoongi:

Four boys were standing anxiously in your office while another was sat on a wheelchair in front of you,

"Hi, I'm Doctor Y/l/n what seems to be the problem?" You asked looking through the chart to see the name of the one in the wheelchair. While you spoke to Namjoon about what happened to Jungkook's foot Yoongi stared at you the whole time, watching as you paid close attention to what Namjoon and Jungkook were saying before looking at his foot and trying to determine the best course of action.

"I'll need to do stitches, would anyone mind waiting with him while the rest left?" You questioned knowing the room was too small to do this with six people inside.

"I'll stay!" Yoong said rather quickly making Namjoon and Jungkook raise their eyebrows at him but Namjoon, Jimin and Jin left the room and you were left with Yoongi and Jungkook.

"You're a good friend." You said getting the tools ready for Jungkook who was watching you closely,

"He's like a brother to me," Yoongi said with a smile on his face then looking at the needle in your hand, Jungkook gulped making you laugh softly at his nervousness.

"You won't feel it, promise." You smiled at him and watched as Yoongi helped him up onto the bed.

He'd watched the whole time you stitched his foot back up and then calmly handed them notes and medication for Jungkook to take.

"How about dancing will I be able-"

"No, don't dance on it. Don't strain it, you need to rest it." You said in a rush turning to look at the younger boy who looked a little worried about what you had said,

"I understand performing is your life but if you don't rest you'll only make it worse, Yoongi-" You turned to look at him but he was already staring back at you.

"Make sure he rests." He nodded and you watched them load Jungkook back into the wheelchair,

"In case he pops them open...Shall I call you or the hospital?" You could see the red forming on Yoongi's cheeks as he asked you that, you bit down on your lip.

"I'm not really supposed to do this but here...For checkup purposes." You lied writing down your number and handing it to Yoongi,

"Thanks." He stuttered out wheeling Jungkook out of the office and over to the boys who were waiting anxiously for Jungkook to come out.

Hoseok:

"Hoseok? What did you do this time?!" You asked as he walked into the doctor's office, but he was smiling this time, unlike all the other times when he looked rather grim.

"It wasn't me this time." Someone walked into the room behind him and sat down on a chair closest to your desk, you'd known Hoseok for the better half a year. He was coming into the doctor's surgery to see you at least once a week sometimes twice if he really wanted to see you.

"Hi, I'm Namjoon." You looked at the towel that was wrapped around his hand,

"What happened?" You questioned moving closer to him and removing it, there was a small cut across his palm,

"He was trying to clean up the dorms and dropped a bowl." You groaned looking at the cut and determine it was an easy fix with some butterfly stitches,

"It won't hurt, it'll be like a giant plaster." You promised him going over to the medical side of your room and grabbing everything you needed to make Namjoon's hand better. Hoseok left the room and you continued your work on Namjoon,

"He never shuts up about you." You looked up for a second then back at his hand,

"Oh?"

"He's always talking about how nice a doctor you are, blushes when we tease him about his crush on you." You snorted and he looked at you,

"Hoseok doesn't have a crush on me."

"Then explain why he's always coming to see you." You knew there was a reason behind that but you figured it was for the receptionist at the front desk.

"It's against the rules for doctors to date their patients." You mumbled remembering your contract,

"But you would date him? If he wasn't your patient?" He asked trying to make sure he was understanding it right, you nodded and added a bandage around his hand.

"Done." You said with a smile, you called the receptionist to let Hoseok back inside and he walked back in with a smile on his face,

"Make sure he takes these every four hours for the next two weeks it'll stop any infections from happening, don't get your hand went for the next three days." You warned them both and they nodded before leaving the room. Namjoon went on to explain to Hoseok what you had said and Hoseok made plans to find a new doctor just so he could ask you on a date without the excuse of your work being in the way.

Namjoon:

The moment it happened and you'd gone to speak with the family you rushed to the changing rooms to breakdown, it was never easy losing someone over the operating table and people thought it was easy for doctors to deal with but it wasn't. You had to learn to deal with it behind closed doors to stay strong for the families and staff around you,

"Baby?" Namjoon asked, his voice full of concern as soon as he heard your broken sobs over the phone, he sat up in the bed and checked the clock. You were on shift for another 3 hours but he could tell by the sounds of your sobs you weren't going to make the night shift.

"I lost them Namjoon," He heard you whimper and he felt his heartbreak upon hearing the words leaving your mouth, he hurt for the family and then for you.

"Can you come get me? They're letting me go early." He hummed and began hunting around the apartment for some shoes and his car keys going.

You were curled up in bed with him now, he'd gone to get you from the hospital hours ago and you'd been laid together on the bed talking about how the surgery failed.

"It's not your fault Jagi." He whispered as you whimpered in his arms, he wrapped his arms tighter around you never wanting to let you go, he wanted to do everything he could to protect you from the feelings you were experiencing.

"Namjoon, they looked at-" He stopped you from talking by pushing your head against his chest and patted the back of your head, talking and thinking back on the detail was only going to make it harder for you.

"I'll run you a bath okay? Then I'll make you some breakfast." He let go of you but you clutched onto his arms already missing his touch even though it had barely left you for a second,

"Please don't let me go...Just-Just hold me." You begged, staring up at him, he stared down into your eyes and nodded cupping your face in his hands and giving you a quick kiss on the lips your body fighting the urge to sleep. You were scared if you closed your eyes for longer than a minute everything would come flooding back but you also knew you had to sleep,

"Sleep. I'll be right here baby," Namjoon whispered noticing how much you were trying to fight off closing your eyes, he shuffled down the bed and cradled you as close to his body as he could get you and then pulled a blanket over you both. Kissing the top of your head he started singingly softly in your ear, not the joking singing he would normally do to cheer you up, but the singing he did when he meant it. Singing sweet songs to calm you do and help you drift off into a peaceful nap.

Jimin:

You stared at Jimin through the screen, long distance was easy but this, this was something else.

"You alright?" He questioned as he noticed you nodding off, you hadn't seen him in four weeks. You were a doctor during quarantine which meant you couldn't be around him or your family because you couldn't put them at any risk,

"Sleepy." You whispered looking at the clock that was on the wall behind your laptop, you were beyond tired.

"When are you back?" He questioned knowing how much overtime you were putting into everything you had into looking after those who needed to be looked after right now. The hospital was understaffed with all the people that were being rushed in all the time,

"In another hour,"

"You should sleep." He whispered watching as you leaned back against the sofa, you were still in your uniform you didn't have time to change, you just wanted to see him for a little while before you went back.

"I wanted to see you," He sighed wanting nothing more than to go around to your apartment but he couldn't, he wasn't allowed to leave the house unless it was for work or for emergencies.

"I'll see you soon, get some sleep." You whined at him and looked at the screen to see him staring at you, you teared up at the sight of him. Being able to see him once again was the only thing keeping you motivated to take the extra shifts and to keep pushing despite being beyond tired.

"I have tomorrow off, I'll catch up on sleep." You had only just finished a 12-hour shift and going after a three-hour break for a 5-hour shift was probably going to tire you out more but it was important. He blew you a kiss through the phone and you hummed, laying your head down on the arm of the sofa to try and rest your eyes for a little,

"Wake me up in half an hour Jimine," He agreed and watched as you laid down and finally and got a little sleep, he continued to stay there just watching as you slept but not in a creepy way.

Taehyung:

The surgery you worked in was only small and it didn't have much funding but the funding it did get came from your boyfriend Taehyung who was also donating towards it, raising money or throwing events with the intention for money going towards your surgery.

"You alright?" He asked when you walked into the shared apartment that night, you nodded and flopped your body down onto the sofa and mumbled against the cushions.

"Liar." You sighed and rolled onto your back looking over at him on the other sofa, he was staring at you when he closed the book he was writing in. Probably working on more lyrics he was always working hard but he saw it as nothing compared to what you were doing he admired how hard you worked.

"Come on," He helped you up from the sofa and walked you towards the bathroom where he started running you a bubble bath and then went to get you a set of clean clothes.

"Have a bath, then by the time you're out you'll have something to eat with me." You kissed him lovingly as he came back with one of his shirts and a pair of shorts for you to wear. Taehyung had been with you since you were in medical school supporting you in everything you did, helping you study whenever you needed help and was there when you graduated and supported you when you decided to run your own surgery. He was always going to be there because of how much loved you.

Jungkook:

"Thank you Mr Fishbache, yes. It was lovely to see you too." You said to your eldest patient walking him out of the room and watching him leave before going back to your desk and laying your head down on the desk wanting to take a ten-hour nap as soon as you got home and resisting the urge to cancel the final appointment of the day,

"Last one." Your receptionist said through the door, you sat back up and straightened your jacket trying to look presentable, you were a doctor and being tired wasn't going to stop you from looking after people that needed your care.

"Ready." The door opened and you were too busy looking through the computer to find who it was to look around,

"Sorry, I'm just trying to find you in my system." There was no answer and you grumbled about not being able to find anything,

"You won't find me in there." You slowly turned around on the chair to see you boyfriend Jungkook standing there holding flowers with a suitcase behind him.

"KOOKIE!" You screamed pushing the chair out from under your legs and rushing over to him, your arms wrapped around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist drawing your body closer to him. He'd been on tour with his friends for the last four months and you hadn't been able to go and see him because of work,

"Holy shit, when did you-" He cut you off by kissing you passionately pushing you in the direction of the bed and pushed you down against it,

"Kookie what are you doing?" You giggled watching as he rushed to lock the door and sprinted towards you once again,

"I missed you." He whispered seductively in your ear kissing down your neck and back up to your lips,

"I missed you too." You whimpered out looking into his eyes as he pulled away from you to discard the flowers he was still holding and then began to strip out of his shirt, stopping you from removing the doctor's jacket you were wearing,

"It looks hot on you." He mumbled kissing you once again and pushing you to lay back on the bed.

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brighterthanghosts · 4 years ago

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Meant for Romance

Word count: 1,893

Part 1/1

Pairing: Taishiro (past Koumi)

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Summary: “So let me get this straight,” Miyako says, swiftly biting into her toast. “You got sloppy drunk on a Tuesday and hooked up with your hot best friend. He let you sleep in his bed overnight and brought you breakfast.”

“And now you’re here, having breakfast with me,” Miyako says with a bored sigh, “When you could be having a coffee-flavored makeout sesh with your hot best friend.”

Heavily implied nsfw. Lots of awkward. Humor maybe? Largely fueled by too much coffee at 4 a.m.

So warm.

Koushiro doesn’t remember ever feeling so cozy in his life. He knows he needs to get up soon — the morning sun on the other side of his eyelids beckons him to start the day. But sleep is still within his grasp, and his pillow smells so nice, like sage and bergamot and mint. He recognizes that scent, though he can’t quite place it, but his brain supplies him with hot breaths on his neck and a husky coo of his name.

Koushiro shivers, pulls the cotton sheet under his chin, and revels in the way it drags across his skin. His skin. All of his skin.

Eyes snapping open, Koushiro jolts up. The sheet, having fallen to the tops of his thighs, answers his first question, but — Where the hell am I?

He remembers Mimi, her pretty hair pulled back, making her deep-set frown stand out even more. She told him it wasn’t working out, that there’s someone else, that this just wasn’t doing it for her anymore. I wasn’t doing it for her at all.

He remembers calling Taichi, desperate and agonizing. Taichi saying he’d be there in 30 minutes. Taichi hailing down a cab to take them to a bar where “the drinks are cheap and totally worth it.” Taichi making him feel better instantly with big grins and fond laughter because that’s what friends do.

Spotting his clothes loosely folded on the desk chair across from the bed, Koushiro moves hastily and slips his underwear on, left foot then right foot. He knows he told Taichi about the breakup. Well, it wasn’t really a breakup, considering he and Mimi had never put a label to what they were doing, which wasn’t much.

Koushiro was busy, and Mimi was needy. She needed things from him that he couldn’t give. They’d tried to engage in sexual activities exactly twice, and neither time could Koushiro perform. It was something that embarrassed him to no end because he liked Mimi and he thought she was cute, but for the entire 8 months they were seeing each other, his body just wouldn’t respond.

Taichi spent most of that conversation listening, Koushiro realizes now, and he never poked fun or judged him. He loves that about Taichi. He’s working on the fourth button of his white dress shirt when his eyes dart to a Polaroid photo propped up on the desk. In the bottom right-hand corner reads ‘The Yagamis 2002.’ Nonononono.

And it hits him like a bullet train. Rough hands, harsh lips. Hips colliding, hot with need. Smooth, sun-kissed skin everywhere. Taichi over him, eyes wide and lips swollen. “Perfect. You’re so perfect.”

“Fuck,” Koushiro stutters, palms suddenly clamy. He’s got both legs in his pants, pulling them up in one swoop, and he hears the door unlock. Fuck.

“Hey, you’re awake!” Taichi says, smiling. At least, Koushiro suspects he’s smiling, but he doesn’t want to know. He can’t bring himself to look at his friend. He hears a rustle of plastic and something heavy hitting the table, but his mind can only focus on slipping on his socks at light speed.

“Sorry to leave you alone,” Taichi sounds sincere. It makes Koushiro feel worse. “I didn’t have much in the fridge, so I ran to the convenience store down the street. I grabbed that bottled Oolong you like. I hope eggs and — you’re leaving?”

“Sorry, Taichi-san. I have to go.” And Koushiro is out the door, leaving Taichi to stand alone in his little apartment.

***

He’s not sure where he’s going, not exactly paying attention, but he spots a park and some familiar treelines, and he manages to make it to a door, knocking furiously.

A beat passes, and he knocks again.

“Jesus, what!?” Miyako says, whipping the door open and looking like she just rolled out of bed. She eyes Koushiro, his tousled hair, frazzled expression, and haphazard outfit.

“Either you’ve met a very unfriendly tornado, or you’re doing the walk of shame,” she says, causing Koushiro to flush from the neck up. “Ah. Walk of shame, huh? Come in.”

The next 20 minutes are filled with Miyako filling her toaster and putting on a pot of coffee while Koushiro relays the previous night’s events with record speed. He’s beet red.

“So let me get this straight,” Miyako says, swiftly biting into her toast. “You got sloppy drunk on a Tuesday and hooked up with your hot best friend. He let you sleep in his bed overnight and brought you breakfast.”

She pauses to look directly into his soul, and Koushiro would like nothing more than to simply pass away.

“And you panicked.” Miyako’s tone is pointed, but when she doesn’t immediately continue, Koushiro opens his mouth to reply in uncoordinated hand gestures and wordless exasperation. He nods instead.

“And now you’re here, having breakfast with me,” Miyako says with a bored sigh, “When you could be having a coffee-flavored makeout sesh with your hot best friend.”

“It’s not like that!” Koushiro defends. Taichi was his very first friend and probably his closest friend — there was no way he could jeopardize that. His failed attempt at a relationship with Mimi was proof enough that Koushiro isn’t meant for romantic endeavors of any kind.

“I just got out of a relationship!” Koushiro pleads, but Miyako’s expression is solid. She’s not buying this for a moment. Softer, Koushiro says, “And Taichi is my friend. I don’t want to take advantage of him.”

“He obviously didn’t mind,” Miyako, says, annoyed and unimpressed with Koushiro’s half-hearted explanation. Koushiro grunts and looks down at the kitchen counter — he’s not entirely sure he believes himself. Miyako sighs again, this time with a hint of sincere tiredness woven in, and saunters toward her bedroom. “Tragic.”

***

The drive to the office is mostly silent, except for Miyako’s intermittent humming to whatever song is playing on the radio. Koushiro can’t make out any of the words over the sound of his heart thrumming like an upright bass in his ears. Miyako doesn’t seem to notice.

It’s times like this when he truly appreciates her — hiring Miyako as his assistant director was one of his best decisions. She always sorts him out when he gets too caught up in the details. Which is probably why he randomly showed up at her home this morning.

They’re walking into the building, and Miyako greets the receptionist quickly, shielding Koushiro from anyone passing through. He looks a mess, he knows, and Miyako’s being kind by attempting to uphold his reputation. She walks him all the way to his office, reminding him to pull the curtain over the glass windows by his door. She says to find her when he’s done.

It was also Miyako who mothered him into keeping spare clothes at the office after one too many all-nighters. “You look like a trash panda, honestly.”

The morning goes as usual, answering emails, IMing Miyako about the slides for their monthly report. He doesn’t notice when noon rolls around. He doesn’t pay attention when his office door opens, or when the sound of rustling plastic makes its second appearance today.

“Koushiro,” comes a soft voice. Koushiro’s fingers hover above his keyboard and a shiver runs down his spine. “Koushiro,” Taichi says again.

He knows he needs to respond but he can’t pull himself away from his safety net just yet. His fingers touch down on the keyboard again, and he exhales shakily.

“Hello, Taichi-san.”

“I was worried you didn’t eat, so I brought you lunch,” Taichi says quietly. It’s unlike him, and it breaks Koushiro’s heart. He knows he’s being selfish. He knows he should acknowledge his friend, but —

“Koushiro, please,” Taichi says, voice sadder now, a tinge of anguish in that last word. “Can we please talk?”

Koushiro freezes again. He’s so utterly fucked and completely inexperienced in all aspects of what’s sure to unfold here. But Taichi sounds hurt, and he doesn’t want to be someone who hurts Taichi.

He swivels around in his chair, facing Taichi on the sofa but looking at the ground where the toe of his shoe meets the wood floor. He wants to say something, taps his foot a few times, and finally looks up.

“Taichi-san, I —”

“What the fuck?”

“Huh?” Koushiro says, caught off guard. Mimi is storming into his office, face fire-engine red.

“You cheated on me?!” She squawks.

“Excuse me?” Koushiro musters because this is his ex, and his mother taught him to mind his manners, but he feels offended.

“Sora heard from Yamato that you slept with someone last night!” Mimi is causing a scene. A few of Koushiro’s colleagues have poked their heads into the hallway outside Koushiro’s office.

“Did you know about this? Who is she?”

She’s addressing Taichi now, who sinks deeper into the sofa and looks like he might combust, and Koushiro’s blood is boiling. He stands, moving into her line of vision.

“Mimi-san, I hardly think anything I did last night could be considered cheating as we never defined the exclusivity of our relationship and you said there was someone else.” Koushiro says with as much confidence as he can. “I think that gives me the right to do as I want.”

Mimi stomps her foot and raises her arms, ready to shout a thousand expletives, but Miyako is through the door and in Mimi’s face like a forcefield.

“Good afternoon, and welcome to Izumi Corporation. My name is Inoue Miyako, and I’m the lead director of team shut down. As in, I’m shutting this down immediately,” Miyako says, straight faced and with her kindest customer service voice. The first-floor security guard stands just outside Koushiro’s office, already escorting Mimi out. Miyako follows after them, stopping in the doorframe. “Thank you for your visit to Izumi Corp! Have a nice day!”

She smiles and waves, and Koushiro feels like he can breathe again. He has know idea what just happened, and his head is pounding. Miyako’s smile falls, eyebrows pull together, and from the doorway, she points her finger at Koushiro and yells, “I expect a raise!”

She shuts his curtains, slams the door behind her and disappears after that. Koushiro’s mind would normally leave the train station in 50 directions at once, but he’s just stunned. He turns, hoping to find Advil in his desk drawer, and — Taichi!

“Taichi-san, I’m so sorry,” Koushiro turns around to face him, and it’s all he can do because Taichi doesn’t deserve any of this. Taichi is looking at him unexpectedly, reaches a hand up to scratch at the nape of his neck and smiles slightly.

“So,” Taichi says and pauses, looking at the table, “lunch?”

Koushiro stares in awe. Taichi smiles and after a beat, looks up and says, “And maybe we can start this day over?”

They spend the rest of the afternoon talking, and Koushiro apologizes with his entire being. For the event with Mimi. For leaving him. For being so cold. Taichi reassures every “I’m sorry.” Taichi says it’s okay because he doesn’t expect the world Koushiro. Taichi is his best friend. Taichi would like to try last night again. Today, preferably, with less alcohol, but he isn’t pushing.

They weathered a year’s worth of drama in a single day. Koushiro is still breathing, and Taichi still smiles at him like Koushiro is the sun. And maybe Koushiro is meant for romance.

#taishiro #taishirou #Taichi is so good #Koushiro needs to lighten up #digimon #excuse my 4 am trash

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crystallinecrimsonmoth · 4 years ago

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Small Town Killers [ongoing]

Chapter 1

MASTERPOST NEXT [IN PRODUCTION]

The small town of Phoenix Creek had always been quiet. Not a sound came from the sprawling empty fields and the block of buildings that they surrounded. Not a peep, not a squeak. It was one of those places with that peculiar quality of nothing having ever happened. Simple, quaint, boring. Nothing like this has ever happened there before, never in the one hundred and fifty-two years that it had existed.

At least, that’s what Daphne’s Auntie Piper said she was told on the phone. The young deputy sounded like a nice man, the woman made sure to mention, earning a snort from her niece and a promise that she’d give him a look just in case her matchmaking skills were getting better.

‘I hope you didn’t interrogate him on the phone, Auntie.’

‘I don’t interrogate, mi amor, I investigate. I just asked his age, and you know, his height and eye colour.’ She replied with a light-hearted tone, causing the younger Caivano to laugh again.

‘I’m sure that didn’t make him uncomfortable at all, Auntie. What colour are his eyes?’

‘A very stuttered blue.’ The woman chuckled into the phone, moving the topic of conversation onto the Russo case Daphne was already working on.

It was lucky the young detective just happened to be in Cornelia, the town an hour away from and just slightly bigger than Phoenix Creek. She had to admit the infidelity cases were much less interesting than the murders so she was glad she could sink her teeth into the new crime. She was thankful for any juicier crime scenes; it kept her mind ticking over with fascinating facts about the human body.

The more gruesome the case, the less her nightmares plagued her at night. An abnormal coping mechanism, for sure, but it worked for her.

With the knowledge that her Aunt Piper had booked her a hotel room in advance, the young PI bid farewell to the Russos, offering the photos to the local police station so that they could finish the job now that she’d determined the facts they needed to proceed.

‘Be sure to thank your aunt when you get back home, won’t you, Daph?’ Mrs Russo smiled at her when they shook hands, Daphne already standing by the front door of the woman’s house to leave.

The redhead did her best not to be blunt or inappropriate with her newest former client but did put on a rather cynical smile, tightening her grip on her hand just before she let go and moved onto the step behind her. Bitches like her, the ones who still treated her like a child, were the clients she hated the most, and they appeared more often than she would like.

‘I will thank her, yeah, Mrs Russo. Even though it was me who figured out your scum husband was cheating on you with the nice lady from the Rose House. I suppose you’ll be divorcing him, so you’ll be Miss Neill again soon, what a shame. You’re welcome, by the way.’ She gave her a salute before walking away and leaving her to react to what she’d said.

By the time Daphne reached her Buick’s door, the blonde bitch had finally caught up to her words enough to react, her sour glare forcing the young detective to cover her mouth to keep her laugh inside.

‘You rude, insolent child. Does your aunt know you speak to people with such sarcasm and disrespect?’

‘I think she stopped caring when I turned twenty-one, ma’am. Lovely to meet you, I hope your husband keeps sleeping with that woman, maybe it’ll help you remove that stick from your ass and move on.’ She chirped, offering the woman one more bright smile before stripping off her jacket and climbing into the car.

Saluting the soon to be former Mrs Russo once more, Daphne drove off in the direction of her Cornelia hotel, determined to pick up her travelling case and get the hell out of the town before she did something stupid and got herself in a difficult situation by paying another visit to Freya Russo. She wasn’t worth the struggle.

‘Please think of the Whiteoak Inn the next time you’re staying in Cornelia.’

‘I won’t be coming back to this town, no need to worry. Lots of clients in lots of places, I don’t often come to the same place twice.’ Daphne replied to the receptionist as she paid her room up, her eyes going a little wider when the young man leaned over the desk to speak quietly.

‘You’re investigating the murder of that Robs woman, right? I heard her throat was sliced open and they cut out her tongue.’

Leaning forward and resting her elbows on the counter, Daphne tapped his cheek in a gentle gesture, giving him a smirk.

‘I can’t confirm or deny those details, though I’m curious where you got them from. The Robs death hasn’t been released to the newspapers yet.’

The receptionist, who she could decipher was no more than a high schooler based on his acne-ridden and exhausted appearance, backed off and gave her a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his greasy neck awkwardly.

‘My buddy’s dad works in the Phoenix Creek police station. He overheard him talking about it with some of his work friends.’

Daphne nodded, running a hand through her hair as she took her credit card back and grabbed the handle of her suitcase. Sliding on her shades, she spared the teen one more look, offering him a slight smile.

‘Nice to meet you, Dylan. I hope your big mouth doesn’t get your buddy’s dad fired.’ She hummed, pulling her case along behind her and getting lost in the trundle of the wheels until she was packing up her car.

The drive to Phoenix Creek was a quiet one after rush hour, though the young detective suspected the road between the two small towns always stayed silent bar the few tractors and little number of cars that drove it. Farming fields whizzed past her as she headed for the new case ahead of her, but the hushed air felt like it heralded something dangerous, something coming into the town that would spell trouble.

It didn’t bother her too much, Daphne shrugging off the feeling with a smile when she saw the sign proclaiming:

WELCOME TO PHOENIX CREEK! THE TOWN PERFECT FOR THE QUIET ONES! ENJOY YOUR STAY, WON’T YOU?

She let out a little snort at the caption on the sky-blue board, tapping her fingers on the top of the steering wheel. For a town with a murder case about to break, they had quite the angelic opinion of themselves. Her smug smirk didn’t last long though when she reached a fork in the road, no idea which way to go.

It occurred to her that it could be a loop, both roads going in and out of the town, but she couldn’t take that chance. She really didn’t like being lost, especially not in an unknown place. It would only lead to trouble.

Driving a little bit further up to the junction, Daphne breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw a man standing out by his driveway, the only house she’d seen for miles. Slowing to a stop beside him, she waved the guy over and gave him a smile, tucking her hands into her pockets.

‘Hi, can you tell me which way to go to get to Phoenix Creek? The welcome sign was back there but I don’t want to take the wrong road.’ She laughed, rubbing the back of her neck, and brushing her hair away from the nape.

The old man nodded, turning to the fork in the road and pointing at both roads.

‘Depends on where you’re going, darlin’. Go left for West Creek, the trailer park and Harbour Bar are on that side. You look like a nice girl though, so I assume you’re looking for the Red Herring Hotel, that’s in East Creek, that side.’ He explained, smiling when she nodded in response.

Daphne, far more confident about her trip and the new job now that she knew where to go, smiled back at the man.

‘Thank you so much, sir.’ She turned back to her car, opening the door, and stepping into it but stopping when the man spoke again.

‘What’d you say your name was, girl? We’re a tight knit place so I like having a name to put to a face. I’m Gregory Balk.’

The youngest Caivano smiled brighter at that. She liked nice people like Gregory Balk.

‘Daphne Caivano. Nice to meet you, sir, have a nice evening.’

‘You as well, Miss Caivano. Welcome to Phoenix Creek.’

Starting the drive down the route to East Creek, Daphne looked around at the main road of the town, gazing at the small stores and few other establishments that lined the centre. It looked quiet, just like her Aunt Piper had said, like a pin dropping on the road would cause chaos. It should have been reassuring but it wasn’t.

Daphne knew that peace only lasted so long.

As she drove further on, looking for the police station she wanted to visit before settling into the Red Herring, a flash of purple caught her eye amongst the red brick main street, gaze settling on a small coffee shop when she focused on it. It looked friendly, somewhere she would have to visit while she was in town.

‘Basking Blends… interesting.’ She murmured to herself, turning back to the road when she returned her attention to the police station search.

Luckily for her, the signage for the plain red brick building was big enough to notice before the turn in to the parking lot. Flicking on her turn signal, Daphne swerved into the space by the station’s front door and got out, watching a few of the people wandering by eyeing her brightly coloured hair.

She ignored them, used to the staring after her hell on earth fortnight in Cornelia, and pulled on her mother’s old flight jacket to look the part of the fancy Delaware private investigator of Caivano’s Cases. Adding her black fedora once she’d run a hand through her hair, she stretched her arms out in front of her and then headed into the building.

‘Here you go, ma’am.’

‘Oh well who ever said misogyny was dead, here it stands before me. Am I too feeble a woman to open the door for myself?’ Daphne gave the man who held the door for her a grin, shrugging when he muttered “bitch” under his breath and continuing her wander up to the front desk, smiling brightly at the woman on the other side.

‘Finally, a lady officer.’

‘You look like you’ve had a hell of a day. Long drive? And do you have an appointment with someone at the station?’ The officer smiled at her, offering the sign-in book to her to log her arrival time in.

‘Not too long, thank god for that. I’m here to speak with Sheriff Monroe, I wasn’t given a time.’

‘Okay… Can you tell me your surname?’

‘Caivano.’

‘Okay, I just need to check the timetable-’

‘When the boss said the Robs’ hired a private investigator, I didn’t think it would be a high school kid.’

Daphne spun on her heel at the sound of a man’s voice, evaluating his appearance while he scrutinised her with his gaze. Clean uniform but the scruff on his face and neck was a week old at least, and the nicotine stains on his fingers didn’t make him look very professional. Smoking habits were a sickness but that excuse only went so far in a work setting.

She smiled at the man, tipping her hat to him.

‘Sorry, I’m here to see the Sheriff. I only presume it’s not you because doesn’t the man in charge always have the biggest dick? Yours doesn’t look too impressive.’ She commented, hearing the officer behind the reception desk laugh and trying hard not to giggle herself.

She kept her gaze set on his, challenging him until another voice spoke up behind her back, lighter footsteps walking towards the scene.

‘Move on, Davids. I think the lady has done enough damage to your ego now.’

‘Yes, sir.’ The asshole disappeared with a grumble, leaving out the front door.

Probably going to smoke again, she thought to herself, before turning to smile at the Sheriff, sticking out her hand.

‘Nice to meet you, Sheriff Monroe, I’m-’

‘PI Caivano, yes, we spoke on the line. You sounded older on the phone…’

‘You spoke to my Auntie, sir, Piper Caivano. I’m Daphne, I take care of the out-of-town cases which this certainly is. And I can assure you, Sheriff, that while I am young, I do have my full private investigator license and nine years under my belt working for my Auntie.’

The older man nodded, shaking her hand with a quirk of a smile on his lips and gesturing towards the rooms behind him.

‘I’ll show you the set-up just now then. I’ll try and be quick as I’m sure you want to get settled into the Red Herring. It’s a long drive from Delaware to Indiana, I can only imagine how tired you are.’

Daphne shook her head, tucking her hair behind her ears while she followed him into a room with a murder board set up by the wall. She approached it as she replied to him, running her fingers over the photo of the woman with her tongue cut out.

‘No, sir, I was in Cornelia when my Auntie told me to come here so it wasn’t long at all. I could use a recommendation for some place to eat though, haven’t had food since breakfast.’ She hummed, distracted by the gruesome scenes in the pictures.

They all depicted Mrs Cassandra Robs in various positions of pose, her tongue cut out and a gash lining her throat where she had bled out from the deep stab in her artery. Multiple cuts on her arms and hands indicated a struggle as well as the bruises that surrounded them and-

‘Why would they take her hand?’

‘The others in the station think the killer might have had a fetish of some sort.’

‘Based on the missing hand alone? I don’t think so.’

‘All due respect, Miss Caivano, but we don’t have a lot to go on. My guys are just stabbing in the dark with anything right now.’

‘Shouldn’t stab in the dark. Conclusions require substantial evidence and I don’t see that for a fetish assumption on this board.’

Sheriff Monroe sighed, approaching until he was beside her and staring at the board too.

‘Then what do you see, Miss Caivano?’

Daphne hummed to herself, rubbing her hands together as she peeked closer at the pictures.

‘I don’t see anything but a murder, not yet anyway. I need time with the photos, and I want to conduct interviews on whatever suspects you have right now. Also, calling me Miss Caivano is going to get old fast so just stick to Daphne. What’s your first name?’ She turned on her heel to look up at him, stepping back a bit so she wasn’t putting as much strain on her neck.

She could see that the Sheriff was amused by her, a little smile on his face as he stared back down at her with curiosity in his gaze.

‘Elias, my name.’

Daphne nodded, taking off her hat briefly to run a hand through her hair and then placing it back on.

‘Well good to finally meet you, Elias Monroe. I am going to head out and try and find a place to eat my hunger away now that I’ve had a look around the workplace. I’ll be in at half past eight tomorrow, I think.’ The young woman told him with a smile, walking around the other end of the table in the room so she didn’t have to squeeze past the officer in question.

Her hand touched the door handle to pull it open just as Elias spoke again.

‘Clementine’s Diner is good for dinner, on the right-hand side of the crossroad in the middle of town. The Ship’s Deck is decent too, but you’re better going there at lunch. Avoid the West Creek folks that way.’ She turned to see him nod to her, nodding in return with a brighter smile.

Another nice person like Gregory Balk.

‘Thanks. See you tomorrow, Elias.’

‘Let’s hope we can find this killer.’ He replied as she headed out of the room and the police station with every intention of going to Clementine’s Diner to see if it was as good as Elias said.

#small town killers #new story #original story #if you want tagged let me know #this is not fanfic for once #my first original thing on tumblr #small town killers chapter 1 #murder mystery #unconventional romance #daphne caivano x elias monroe

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oneshotnewbie · 5 years ago

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Supergirl x Starchild

WARNING! THIS ONESHOT CONTAINS MISSCARRIAGE AND ALCOHOL ABUSE

Request: Reader is in eleventh week pregnant. Her sisters are very protective of her since they know and it all shows when Reader goes to the doctors appointment for an ultrasound and the doctor tells her that the heart of the little one stopped? She is so lost and she doesn’t know what to think. She goes straight home and drinks her pain away. She doesn’t text both of her sisters and they are worried until they find her at home, a lot of alcohol later? And they’re like “What the hell do you think you doing? Thats not good for the baby and you!” until they see that she is all messed up, her eyes red and puffy when they realise that something happened and then they are all like “Omg little girl. What happened?” And she opens up about it and both are shocked but Alex a bit more cause you had a stronger bond and she wants a baby but can’t and you fall asleep on her chest and Kara wants to put you to bed but Alex refuses to let you go and rock you?

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“Are you at your doctors office?” the blonde asked through the phone.

“Yes, I just got here.” you stated as you removed your hood and entered the building.

Gray clouds were already pulling over the sky as you walked out of your apartment. You were smart enough to take a jacket with you, otherwise you would be soaking wet by now.

“Okay, text Alex and me when you are out. I love you.” You heard a kiss through the phone before Kara ended the conversation.

The phone back in your pocket, you took the few steps up and rang the bell at the door. You got scared as every time when the strange noise came out and you pushed the door open.

The nice receptionist was already at the counter and typed on her computer but stopped and looked up when she noticed that someone was approaching. She smiled when she saw you and you simply smiled back.

“Good morning.”

“Good Morning, Mrs. Danvers.” She greeted you and took the health card from you, which you had already stretched out. “The doctor is already waiting for you. Room 2.”

You left your jacket on the coat hook before you entered the room. As you sat on the lounger and waited for your doctor, you reviewed the four walls.

You have been patient with this gynaecologist for years but you have never been to this room before.

In the normal room, the walls were bare and only a few Awards hung on the walls. It was a relatively small room. A brown desk stood in the middle of the room, which was covered with all sorts of stuff. Pens were scattered in various pen holders, colourful note stickers lay on the writing mat and the cabinets were neatly filled with black books.

But this room was different.

It was pained in a yellowish, orange tone which had white bird and flower patterns. It was almost twice the size of the other and had different equipment. A lounger was at the end of the room, next to a small bar table with a heart rate monitor and an ultrasound.

On the wall behind that, many mother / children poster greeted you and there were rather dressers with children books. The desk however, was the same.

“Mrs. Danvers?”

You were torn from your thoughts. You looked up and the brunette doctor of yours stood in front of you with a smile on her face and your file between her arm and her chest.

“Good morning.” she greeted and started to walk up to her desk. “So, today we are going to make and ultrasound to make sure the baby grows up well.”

You were eleven weeks pregnant and carried the baby of the boy which you had a crush on since you were in high school. You got together about three years ago and you never doubted about this love. It was getting stronger each passing day. Especially after you found out about the child.

Kara and Alex were shocked but enthusiastic from the beginning . You were still young and had just been admittet to the university and they wondered if you could do it all together. But they agreed that they would help you with everything that would come and they were overjoyed to soon have a new family member in their crazy family. They supported you wherever they could and always accompanied you to every appointment. But today, neither of them could.

“Please lie down on the stretcher and push up your shirt.” She said and started connecting the ultrasound and dimming the light to get a better view on the monitor.

The cool get that spread on your stomach was pleasant and you leaned back, one hand on the back of your head to support it.

The brunette doctor stroked the device over your stomach. An almost fist-sized little human being was brought to light and you smiled. Soon it would be in your arms and you couldn’t wait. “There is the little head.” She spoke and went a little further with the ultrasound and smiled. “And there are two little arms, two little legs and there is..” she stopped in the middle of the sentence to regulate something on the device, desperately looking for a heartbeat.

You saw between the ultrasound picture and your doctor, panic spread in you.

“What’s wrong?”

“I am sorry, Mrs Danvers.. There is no heartbeat.” she sadly stated, turning around to you.

“No, that can’t be. A week ago the heartbeat was fine!” Tears ran down your cheeks and you spoke softly again, almost whispering. “What happened..”

After turning of the device, she took a piece of paper and wiped the gel off of your stomach. Immediately, you pulled your shirt down again and sat up, holding your hand on your stomach all the time, hoping it was just a nightmare and you woke up soon.

Oh, how you wished your sisters were with you right now.

“Unfortunately, between the 1st and the 12th week of pregnancy, it’s very often the case that, for some inexplicable reason, there are miscarriages or heart failures. Don’t blame yourself for what happened because there is no one to blame.”

You only nodded, tears still running down your cheeks like a waterfall. You couldn’t say a word. In you, too many feelings spread and you didn’t know what to do or say. Your world had been destroyed within five minutes.

“I will refer you to the hospital. I ask you to go there in the next three days to avoid infection or worse which could endanger your life. The disposal of the fetus and the amniotic sac doesn’t take long and you are discharged the same day if everything went well. After a hospital stay, I want you to return in one week to check if everything is okay and if you feel any symptoms of a simple flu, immediately return to the hospital without hesitation.” She pronounced, but you didn’t really listen, your thoughts where somewhere else. “Do you want me to call your sisters to pick you up? I wouldn’t like to let you go alone..”

But you interrupted her. “No, I’m fine.”

You didn’t want your sisters to know. They would be shattered.

Your phone kept ringing but you didn’t have any incentive to answer it and confess that the luck you were carrying wasn’t with you anymore.

Instead, you have another glass and drank the brownish alcoholic water in a sip.

You bought some alcohol after you left the office and had been drinking ever since. You had to drown your worries and thoughts. The first bottle was already almost empty, there was not much left.

Your apartment was dark and only the small lamps on the kitchen island were shining through it.

You heard the door open but you didn’t care. Your own flesh and blood was gone, you didn’t care about anything anymore.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” you heard a familiar voice screaming and saw someone ripping the glass out of your hand. “That’s not good for you and the baby!”

“There is no child anymore.”

You were obviously drunk and battered, but you still found your way to the next bottle and were about to open it but it was taken away from you, yet again.

“What are you talking about? How much have you been drinking?” Alex said outraged and angry.

With superspeed Kara went to the light switch at the door and turned on the light. It forced your eyes to close, it was too bright. Only now did they notice your smeared make-up, your swollen and red eyes. You didn’t just cried. You had a mental breakdown and collapsed when you came home.

“What happened?”

You didn’t answer.

“Tell us what happened, Sweetheart” the blonde said, taking to fingers under your chin to force you to look at her. Her eyes met yours. They were full of worry and sadness, yet there was a small smile on her lips to show you that everything was going to be okay, not matter what. That she was there for you. Just like Alex.

“There was no heartbeat..” you stuttered and clung to Kara.

Again tears came from your eyes and you clung even tighter to your sisters, her arms tightly wrapped around you. Your sobs filled the room and you heard Alex fetch air.

Kara carried you on the couch while Alex brought a glass of water and wet wipes to wipe the make-up off your face.

Nobody said a word, they just held you in their arms and rocked you, trying to calm you down. Nobody knew what to do in that moment but they knew that you would talk about once you were ready.

They knew, they needed to take care of you now.

“We love you.” Was the last thing you heard before the tiredness seized you and you fell asleep on Alex’s chest.

After a few hours, Kara slowly got off the couch and already reached out to you to bring you to bed but the red-haired squeezed you tight, refusing to let the blonde take you away from her.

“No, leave her. I’ll sleep with her tonight, I don’t want to lose sight of her. I want her with me.”

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achtung-attitude · 5 years ago

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Chapter 29: Hotel California - Part 1

“Marsellus!” cries a woman’s voice. The big-eared black man turns towards the reception desk, where a middle-aged woman is stationed. “What are you doing standing around for? Go and collect our guests’ luggage!” She claps twice, quickly, “Luther! You come out here and help as well!”

At the call, an elderly white man appears, wearing the lobby boy uniform, with a large red birthmark over his right eye, uncannily shaped like the state of California. He and Marsellus rush to take the luggage off the hands of the grateful driver. Even between the two of them, it is a lot to carry, arranging them into a tower of cases. The old man struggles especially, breathing heavily, shaky on his feet. He must be at least 80 years old.

In spite of Marsellus’ help, the tower inevitably begins to topple, just as the pair pass Kilo, the bags threatening to land on his head. Their descent is suddenly halted as SATURN BARZ appears, pushing them back in place with its back and shoulders. Kilo walks past, following Jerome and Shizuka, who are still rapt in awe of the hotel.

Kilo looks all around the lobby, frowning at the immaculately polished tile floor, the fine art, the architecture that seems to glow. Even the small decorative pool is gorgeously clear, without a single flaw. He wrinkles his nose and sniffs, catching up to his friends at the reception desk.

“You’re in luck, honored guests,” says the receptionist, “This just so happens to be our last vacancy for tonight. We hope you enjoy your stay.”

“Ohmygosh, Jerome, I can’t believe we’re gonna stay here!!” Shizuka exclaims in awe and excitement. “It’s such a lovely place!!”

“What did I say?? Is this place tight or what?” Jerome says, chuckling to himself, happy he’s bringing number one fan somewhere nice. He collects the room key from the woman standing behind the reception desk. The pin on her magenta blazer says the name “Martha”.

“If you say so,” Kilo assents, “Yo, you said you booked at the last minute right? Between this and getting your house fixed, what kinda dollars are you spending?”

“Don’t ask questions when you ain’t prepared for the answers, my man…” Jerome says slyly, keeping his golden grin.

The elevator dings open, and the trio catch their breath at this sight within. The occupant of the metal box ducks under the rim of the entrance and stands to his full height, towering over Kilo. The man is big in all directions, his crisp blue suit failing to contain his protruding bulk. He may have trampled right through them had he not spotted them at the last moment, his leathery face darting down.

“Well!” he booms, “new guests! Pleasure to meet ya!” His hand shoots down and grabs Kilo’s hand, shaking it with the grip of a champion. Talking the whole time, he moves to do the same to Jerome, rattling his whole body with the force of his greeting. “Real genuine pleasure to meet my future constituents! I’m sure you don’t need me to introduce myself, but why shouldn’t I, this being our first official meeting!” He pauses in his stream only to stoop and plant a kiss on Shizuka’s hand. “Paul Mann’s the name. Businessman, and future governor of California! Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourselves?! What brings to this lovely establishment?!”

“Oh uh, we… my crib’s getting refurbished so we hanging out here for a while…” Jerome stutters.

“Ah, I’m visiting from New York…!” Shizuka chimes in.

“Are you real?” Kilo asks.

“I’m as real as you are, my friend! Well, if it’s a vacation you’re after, you certainly came to the right place! I’ve lived in this great state my whole life, and I’ve stayed in every hotel from San Francisco to San Diego, and this is without a doubt the best I’ve ever been in! It really is a lovely place! The penthouse where I'm staying at is unlike anything in this world!! Listen, I’m heading off to supper now! If any of you find your way down to the dining hall, you be sure to come on over, so we can have a proper conversation!”

“Uh… sure, we’ll do that…!” Jerome says, raising a thumbs up.

“I’m looking forward to it!” declares Paul Mann, who it seems to only declare things, not say them. He leaves, waving at them as he heads across the lobby. It is Marsellus that breaks the trio out of their daze, beckoning them into the elevator.

“We are not eating with that guy,” Kilo says as they step inside, making a declaration of his own.

The bellboy presses the buttons Kilo catches sight of two people entering the hotel: a man and his son. They are the same man and son that have appeared in proximity to the gang the whole time, though neither party is aware of this.

“I can’t believe any of this!” the man mutters loudly, storming towards the empty reception desk, “So we broke one TV, they can just buy another one... Where do they get off kicking us out…? Hey, hello?! Anybody there?! I need a room for me and my son, right now!”

The woman, Martha, quickly slides behind the reception desk. “Apologies for the delay, sir,” she says, “How may I--”

“A big TV!” the kid shouts, “I wanna big TV, tell her Daddy! I wanna watch Fist of the North Star!”

“I got it, I got it!” His father responds, “You heard him, big TV. And thick walls, while you’re at it. I don’t want to have to listen to the neighbours banging in the next room, comprendé?”

Kilo, watching this scene unfold from the elevator, scoffs silently. “Too bad for you,” he thinks, “They booked out just about now.”

“Certainly, sir,” Martha says in her phonograph tones, “We have a room exactly suiting your needs. You’re in luck, it so happens to be our last vacancy.”

Kilo frowns and starts to say something, but then the elevator doors slide shut in front of him, closing with a metallic crunch.

***

Shizuka’s first action upon entering the room was to bound inside, throw off her shoes and leap onto the king-size bed, squealing as it rebounded her two feet into the air before landing again, sinking into its soft embrace. All this, before Marsellus the bellboy could finish saying “Welcome to the Presidential Suite.”

“Dope,” Jerome says, immediately running to open the mini fridge, then flicking on the television.

“We didn’t ask for a suite, we wanted a double room,” Kilo says, grimacing.

“I’m afraid this was the only room we had available, sir,” Marsellus explains, never dropping his photographic smile, “And after all, we have nothing but the best for the one and only C-King.”

“Word! This is the good life, Kilo!”

“Indeed. As your companions have already found out, the Presidential offers a king-size bed, and interactive multimedia system, a fully stocked drinks cabinet. In addition,” the bellboy continues in a speech that is clearly rehearsed, “you’re provided with complimentary 4G WiFi and panoramic views of the Beverly Hills area. Last but not-”

“Inglewood.”

“... I beg your pardon?”

“We’re in Inglewood,” Kilo says, “Not Beverly Hills. You’re off by 10 miles.”

“... My mistake. Please forgive me.” Kilo says nothing in response, as Marsellus produces a bottle of wine from one of the cabinets underneath the TV monitor. “As a final feature, a bottle of Châteauneuf Du Pape 1969, a premium French red, compliments of the house.”

“That sounds so fancy!” Shizuka exclaims, rolling off the bed and skipping towards him. The bellboy produces three wine glasses and places them on the table next to the TV. He pours with practiced efficiency an equal amount into all three.

The bellboy places the bottle on the table. Jerome and Shizuka pick up their glasses. “The Hotel California invites you to enjoy your stay. If there’s nothing else, I will take my leave--”

“Hold it,” Kilo says. Marsellus stops in his tracks, and turns to see Kilo raising the wine glass in his face. “You drink first.”

“Kilo--!” Shizuka protests.

“Hold it. Go on. Drink.”

Marsellus raises a hand. “Ah, sir, the wine isn’t for me. As I said, it’s complimentary for guests--”

“Call it a tip. How often do you get a break, anyway?”

“Sir, I appreciate it, but drinking is strictly prohibited on the job. I’d have to consult my supervisor if I were to--”

“It’s one sip. You ain’t gonna fall down drunk…” Silence falls, for a moment. “Either you drink, or we’re out of here.”

Silence falls again, tenser than before. Seconds tick by, agonizingly slow. Kilo levels his glare at the bellboy’s photograph face, which betrays no emotion at all.

“If you insist, sir,” Marsellus says finally, taking the glass. Without hesitation, he tilts his head back and sips the wine. He savours the taste for a moment, then swallows. He exhales, handing the glass back. “A gorgeous vintage. Will that be all then, sir?”

“... Sure.” Kilo says after a moment, taking the wine back and laying it on the table.

“In that case, if you have any further need of me, I’m one phone call away. Please don’t hesitate.” Marsellus exits the room on this note, closing the door behind him.

“What the hell was that about, man!” Jerome yells, punching Kilo’s arm. Shizuka follows suit, kicking his shin. “You made us all look bad! I gotta be sure to give that guy a huge tip…!”

“I was making sure there wasn’t anything in the wine.”

“There was no need to be so rude. You have to be nice to the service staff!” Shizuka yells.

Kilo grits his teeth. “Do I need to remind you that we are in the middle of some gang war shit?”

“War?” Shizuka asks.

“Don’t tell you’ve forgotten already! Less than a day ago, you beat down one of the leaders of the Congregation! There could be Stand users in this hotel right now, waiting for the order to kill us all! We don’t have time to relax!”

“You’re being paranoid, Kilo!” Shizuka talks back. “What are the odds that there’s a gang assassin that just happens to be at this hotel, out of thousands in all of LA? This hotel is such a lovely place, there’s no way anything bad could happen here.”

“Bad shit can happen anywhere, at any time, to anybody…” he replies, somewhat melancholic.

Jerome sighs and steps forward. “Alright, alright. Tell you what, we stay the night, then come morning we find a new place. That sound good? If we move around, it’ll be harder for them to track us down, right?”

“…It’s a start.”

Jerome nods, smiling kindly. “Well, while we here, let’s try out that fucking restaurant the big guy was talking about!”

“I want fried rice and butter chicken!” Shizuka chimes in.

Kilo can only continue to grimace.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #achtung attitude #shizuka joestar #kilo staples #c-king #marsellus quinlan #ch29

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astagfirullah-house · 4 years ago

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Trust - A Jimin Fic

ONE

"Hey" hira says as she opens the door for jimin.

"Hey" he sighs while walking inside with heavy shoulders. He sits on the bed with a heavy thump and drops his head in his hands

"Whats wrong. Jimin-ah what is it" hira asks him while lightly touching his shoulder. His muscles seem tense.

"I messed up again. I made a mistake in the recordings" he says as a stray tear sneaks out of his eyes. Hira moves in front of him and pulls his hands away from his.

"Look at me. People make mistakes all the time. That only means you are human, ok. Nobody can be a perfectionist. Not you, or jk or any of the other members."

Jimin just hugs her, not saying anything. After he has calmed down, hira pulls him up. Even though he is the shortest in bts, he is still taller than hira. She wipes his tears with her fingertips and smiles at him. He smiles back.

"Thank you", he lightly grabs her hands and kisses her palm.

"You always give me the strength i need to carry on". He hugs her so hard, trying not to let her show how upset he is. At times like these, Hira wishes he was more open about his insecurities with her. She pulls back and notices something.

"Jimin-ah what is this" she rubs at a spot on his neck. It looks like a rash of some sort, but it comes off on her hands.

"Oh this. I must have dropped something while eating" Jimin says as he moves away and sits on the bed. "Come sit with me" he says, patting the space next to him. Hira goes over and sits beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. She keeps rubbing her fingers together, feeling the texture of the so-called sauce which seems more and more like lipstick. She sighs and reassures herself that it couldn't be.

"Well, since you are so upset" Hira says with a spark in her eyes, "lets do something to make you feel better".

Jimin smirks, getting her meaning and gets up. He opens the bedside drawer and takes out a pack of cards. "Let's bet something interesting" Jimin says with amusement, sitting down and shuffling the cards. "I won't lose" Hira smiles. It's gonna be a long night.

TWO

Hira wakes up early to find Jimin gone. He probably went to the studio to practice more. She gets up all happy and excited. Maybe I will surprise Jimin at the studio with some food, Hira thinks.

She gets up and showers, letting the warm water relax her muscles. She can't decide what she wants to cook for Jimin, going through all the options until settling on fried chicken. It's a fried chicken kind of day, she thinks as she gets out of the shower.

She moves to the kitchen and opens up the fridge. Thankfully, she wouldn't have to make a grocery run. She puts music on her phone, and starts cooking. She hums and dances a little, and when the food is ready she makes a cute little lunch box for her cute little mochi. As an afterthought she packs one for herself too, in case Jimin is free enough to eat it with her there.

She goes to her room and gets dressed in pink. For some reason Jimin prefers her in pink so she wear it often. Once ready she grabs the keys to the car and the lunchbox pausing on her way to look at their framed picture in the hallway.

Tomorrow is our three-year anniversary, Hira thinks and freaks out and does a little jiggle. Clearly I'm too excited, she thinks as she gets in the car, plugs in the address of the studio and drives.

She parks in front of a grand building with a lobby and a receptionist. The receptionist knows her by name now; she just waves her in. Hira walks quietly across the lobby to the elevator and goes up to 10th floor.

The whole floor is for BTS when they visit the city. When the other aren't around, Jimin ditches his public neighborhood studio and practices here because of privacy. He doesn't like it when other dancers glance at him, especially females and when they try to flirt in front of Hira, it makes him uncomfortable.

Hira opens the door quietly wanting to surprise him. But the dance studio is empty. She walks back into the corridor and goes to the lunch room. Maybe Jimin is taking a break, she thinks as she walks to the lunch room. The front of the room is clear glass, which is why when Hira steps in front of the lunch room, her lunch boxes fall from her hands and make a mess of the carpet.

She can see clearly in, and now because of the sound of lunchboxes, they can see her too.

For a moment, everyone is still, and then suddenly Hira runs out. She can't believe what she saw.

She doesn't want to believe what she saw. She runs out of there as fast as she can, with Jimin running behind her shouting her name. It was a mistake, she thinks. But her eyes wouldn't lie to her. Jimin might.

She runs through the lobby, past the receptionist who looks up a little confused, and gets in her car. She doesn't want to go home, she thinks as she starts her car and starts driving, not knowing her destination. But it doesn't matter, because for now all she can think of is to get away from everything.

THREE

After an hour of driving, Hira stops at an unknown place. She realizes she hasn't eaten anything and her stomach complains. She drives a little further to what seems like a neighborhood market and stops her car. Most of the shops are closed, but a food stall at the corner is open so she begins walking towards it. All she can think about is the studio, but she shakes her head quickly to dispel that image; she can't think about it and break down in the middle of a random deserted market. She reaches the stall and realizes its closed so she turns around to walk back to her car when she spots a movement out of the corner of her eyes.

Two guys are walking down the street opposite hers. She ignores them starts walking back to her car. Just as she is about to reach her car, they speed up and now it seems like they are following her. She quickens her pace when suddenly one guy grabs her arm.

"Your wallet. Now" he tells her with a knife in his hand.

"What the hell" Hira screams. She is not in the mood for this. First Jimin and now these people. "I don't have anything" She tells them. Its true; she forgot her purse along with the lunchboxes in the corridor. Lucky for her she didn't keep her keys in the purse or she would have had to go back to pick them up and face Jimin.

"I said. Wallet. Now" The guy gets closer to her, and the knife is now digging into the skin of her arm. "I don't have it" she says suddenly afraid. "Look", she gestures at her hands, "they are empty".

"Keys" the other guy says. "Give me your keys"

"How will I get home if I give you my keys" she tells them and now she is really scared. A sudden stinging pain cuts across her thoughts. She realizes that the guy had just cut her arm.

"I said. Give. Me. The. Keys" he says. He doesn't have to tell her twice. She quickly hands over her keys.

He smiles at then and looks at her appreciatively, taking a step forward.

"No" the other guy says. "We don't have time to mess around. Come on"

"Well it won't take long" He sneers at Hira.

"Just come on!" the other guy drags him away.

Even though it was the other guy's idea to go for her keys, Hira sends a prayer for his presence. He was the one to drag the other guy away.

After standing there for 5 minutes, Hira starts walking. It has been such an awful day, but she can't think about that now. Its late and the air is getting a little chilly. Her fingertips are like chips of ice, but she cant think about that now. She keeps walking until she glimpses the main street. There might not be people but there will be a lot of cars. She will be safer. She walks on the footpath of the main street, and for the first time ever, she stops at a bus stop waiting for the bus.

She only starts crying until she is seated at the last seat in the almost empty bus.

FOUR

The bus stops a five minute walk from her home. Hira gets out and starts walking. It is a little while after sunset when she finally opens her front door and walks in.

"Where have you been!" Jimin yells at her. She didn't realize he would be at home. She turns around and starts walking the other way back out the front door.

"Oh no you don't" Jimin grabs her arm and spins her around. She winces in pain, realizing that Jimin grabbed the injured part of her arm.

"What is this. Did you do this to yourself? Where were you! I've been... I can't" Jimin stutters. Hira doesn't say anything. "Fine let's take care of your arm" Jimin pulls her towards the bedroom and gets the first aid kit. He sits her down and cleans her arm and bandages it. Suddenly Hira can't see clearly. She starts crying again.

"Hira look at me please" Jimin tilts her chin up and wipes her tears. "It's not what it seemed like" Jimin starts but suddenly Hira gets angry enough to push him away and starts screaming.

"What was it supposed to look like? Or were you hoping I wouldn't know that you are having an affair!"

"No Hira listen to me I'm not.." Jimin begins but Hira cuts him off.

"You're not what? Kissing her when I saw you? Or it wasn't her lipstick on your collar? What was that then? Were you just greeting her then? Is that the way people greet these days? I guess then those guys were being rude not greeting me on the road!" Hira yells at him.

"No - wait what guys what are you talking about" Jimin asks.

Suddenly Hira starts shaking when she realizes what had almost happened today at the deserted market.

"I didn't hear your car. Where are your keys!?" Jimin runs out to check their garage as something clicks in his brain. Its empty. "WHERE'S THE CAR?" Jimin yells

"I was mugged OKAY! What do you want me to say? That those guys had a knife? That they almost" She suddenly stops.

"Almost.." Jimin whispers and suddenly he understands, the cut on her arm and what she isn't saying. There's a smash and Hira jumps. Jimin just punched the mirror on the dresser.

"What did... Did they.." Jimin can't finish that sentence.

"No. They were just thieves" She says.

Jimin exhales and closes his eyes. Then suddenly that angry gaze turns to her.

"Why did you run away? Alone. And that too to god knows where. Are you an idiot?" Jimin yells.

"Well then was I supposed to just stand there and watch you make out WITH SOMEONE ELSE, WHEN I'M YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" Hira shouts. "You know what forget it. I'm exhausted. Just get out. I can't stand the sight of you right now"

"No. You will stand here and let me tell you that I was NOT MAKING OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE OKAY. That girl was a trainee who asked my help with dance and I helped her. And when she asked me for more and I told her NO she tried anyway. Right WHEN YOU WALKED IN! So no i wasn't making out as you so pointed out. I was frozen in shock okay! Do you know what I have to go through every time I'm with a female trainee! Every time I have to be careful to not be too kind or too helpful in case they misunderstand. THAT'S MY LIFE. I can't do anything about it." Jimin is livid with anger and breathing hard.

Hira just stares at him in shock. It is true that a lot of girl throw themselves at him. She had witnessed it herself; girls flirting with him while she was right beside him. She sighs. She is too tired for this. She tries to move past him when suddenly he grabs her and pushes her against the wall. He intense gaze bores into her soul as he stares hard at her.

"Do not run away from me again ok? Please" he says and leans in to kiss her. And suddenly his intense emotions are finding another outlet as his hands tangle in her hair and he deepens the kiss.

Its strange that moments ago they were fighting so intensely, and now he's so close its like he will never leave her.

Hira smiles and suddenly remembers something.

"Jimin"

"Hmmm" he says against her neck.

"Your hand! You punched the mirror. You need to take care of it."

"Later" Jimin briefly looks at her, then ducks his head.

"Hey" Hira yells startling him. "Come on", she drags him to the bed, picks up the first aid kit and bandages his hand.

"Well now that we are on the bed.." Jimin says with a playful smile as he drags her down with him. He doesn't need to say anymore as they both lean in and get lost in each other.

A/N: Well this was written a long time ago when I was into angst and all and that clearly shows in this piece. Suffice it to say I’m over all that and pretty much prefer either fluff or just a tragedy - you know your everyday stuff

#astaghfirullahhouse #btsfic #jiminfic #tae.chi

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yurio-plisetksy · 6 years ago

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Can I request Sousuke Yamakazi where he falls for his physical therapist? 😊

“Physiotherapy?”

“Yes, to help with your rehabilitation.”

Sousuke watches as his doctor scribbles down something on a small note. it’s unreadable, but apparently must mean something, because he pushes it in his hands as if it’s important. There’s a name on there, he figures out eventually, but before he can ask who it is, his doctor explains him about his current status and how long it would take until his shoulder was completely healed.

The idea of physical continues to haunt him, and he wishes to get better on his own if he could.

He forgets to ask about you, and walks out of the office with only the note in hand. He glances at his shoulder, still wrapped in a supporting brace that helps it move without hurting as much. Eager to get this over with, he immediately calls the clinic to an appointment.

He’s glad to hear the next day there had been a appointment cancelled, and his appointed physical therapist had some room for him in their busy schedule. So that’s why he’s walking into the clinic, a sports bag hung from his left shoulder and his usual training gear already worn. He makes his way towards the receptionist and pulls out the note he managed to decipher.

The guy looks up at him and smiles, asking what he can help him with.

“I have an appointment at 2 with…uh ___ ____?” The receptionist beams at his words, and it makes Sousuke wonder about the sudden beam in his eyes. You seem to be somewhat important if it makes even the receptionist giddy with excitement.

“Ah, yes! It’s the third door on your right, she’s already waiting!”

Sousuke thanks him with a polite nod, before making his way into the hallway, which has several doors on each side. Every single one seems to be painted green, but yours was painted a minty green, which made it stand out from the rest. He knocks on the door, and is immediately met with with a gentle voice, telling him to come in.

As he opens the door, he freezes as he sees you behind your computer.

You’re young. Probably somewhere around his age.

You look up from your screen and offer him a smile that seems more inviting than actually telling him. Entering your office, he places his bag on the ground and proceeds to approach you.

“You must be Yamazaki! I’m ___, nice to meet you.”

“Please call me Sousuke. It’s nice to meet you too.”

You shake his hand, quickly running your eyes over his dark brown hair and teal eyes, also noting his firm handshake. He’s very fit, and you can’t help but point out his impressive physique.

“You seem to be in great shape, Sousuke, but of course there’s a reason why you’re here…” You mention, and he nods, taking a seat in the chair opposite you as you pick his file from a drawer under your desk. You flip through it until you know why he’s here, and you feel slightly bad for the guy.

Meanwhile, Sousuke is still surprised to have you as his physical therapist. There was no way you were older than him, but nonetheless by the files in the drawer, you seem to have much experience. The pen you’re holding taps against the wooden surface of your desk, before you lift it to your lips, and Sousuke watches as they purse in concentration. You hum and close his file, before offering him all your attention once more.

“You’re here because of your shoulder, correct? I see you just received surgery… care to elaborate some more?” You ask him, and can’t help but smile as you catch him staring at your face. There’s a hint of embarrassment as you raise an eyebrow at him, and he clears his throat before leaning back in his chair.

“I was an athlete, a swimmer to be exact.” He explains, and while it doesn’t tell you much more, you can tell Sousuke isn’t someone who talks a whole lot. He doesn’t have a very expressive face either, but for some reason that only makes him more interesting.

“That makes sense. You have the perfect balance between muscle and body fat, which is typical for a swimmer’s body.” You tell him, and raise from your chair. You nod towards your Hilow, and he sits on the edge and watches as you grab your laptop, setting it up beside you as you take your chair up towards him.

“Please take off your jacket and shirt, and let’s see what we’re working with!”

Without hesitation he unzips his jacket and takes off his shirt, revealing the brace he’s wearing. You hum at the sight, and ask permission to take it off.

“You’re the doctor. Please do so.” Is his response, before taking the brace off, and revealing the scar stretched across his shoulder blade. You chuckle in response to his words, and your eyes linger down his frame quickly before averting them onto the still healing scar.

Your hand runs over the slightly swollen skin, and Sousuke visibly shivers under your touch. You apologize for your cold hands, and take your other to inspect his arm as well.

They roll his shoulder, and you question him with each movement if it hurt, how much, and on which point in particular. Sousuke answers each time, and it helps that’s he so straight forward instead of bending his words. If it hurt, he says yes. If it’s uncomfortable he says so. There are no maybe’s in his explanations, and it makes the appointment twice as easy.

At some point, you know enough to tell him about his rehabilitation process, and you invite him for a second appointment. There’s a flicker in his eyes as you mention you becoming his personal therapist, and he smiles as you set up another appointment.

Then he’s on his way again, lifting his bag from the floor and offering a wave in your direction.

“Thanks Doc.” He calls you with a grin, and you chuckle before waving him off, already looking forward to your next appointment with him.

“Ah, you’re back!”

You turn towards the door of your office. A smile appears on your features as Sousuke stands in the doorway.

“Yes, I’m glad I am. Missed me?” You joke as you motion towards the usual chair. There’s a chuckle coming in response, and Sousuke sits down and removes his shirt, knowing he had to anyway.

It was his 9th appointment so far, and there had been a certain bond growing between the two of you. It had turned into a genuine friendship, and the two of you actually enjoyed being in each others company. He was getting better and better, and each time he came to you, there seemed to be a happier Sousuke. Finally he could get the life he was robbed from, and you loved that you could help him reach his goal.

“How was your vacation?” He asks, and you’re already lifting his arm to see how his shoulder is doing. You tell him about your trip, and how you got to see some family as you were back in your hometown. He listens intently, and with genuine interest and you love the way his teal eyes watch your face as you work. They’ve always been very captivating, managing to make your breath hitch each time they met yours.

You want to deny it, but you’ve fallen hard for your client, and there’s an unspoken spark none of you want to point out. But perhaps it was time to confront your feelings and ask him out.

Simultaneously, you turn your heads to one another and speak.

“Can I ask you something?” “There’s something I want to ask you.”

You stare at each other for a few seconds, before bursting out in laughter. Your faces were only inches apart, and you catch yourself stealing glances at his lips, which seem somewhat chapped but not even close to unattractive.

“Spill it.” You tell him, the tone in your voice telling him you were curious. His eyes find yours and he smiles., which almost has you choking on your own spit.

“Lets get some coffee together later. When you’re off work… “

Your heartbeat increases, and you can’t contain the grin that tugs at the corners of your lips. Your hands stop moving, and his arm slowly falls back to his side. The smiles remains on his face as he waits for an answer, and you hate how he doesn’t get embarrassed.

“Y-Yeah, sure. I’m off at 3…”

“Then I’ll wait for you at the reception.” He grins, and you stutter an answer in response, which has him chuckling. You weren’t even aware the hour was over already, and your next client is knocking on your door. Sousuke pulls back, and collects his stuff, turning to you again before his departure and seeing you struggle with putting his files away.

“I’ll see you at 3 then… doc.” He says with a wave, using his signature nickname for you, which has you playfully glare in his direction.

The day goes by more slowly than you’d like, and it seems like an eternity until your last client leaves your office. In record time you manage to clean up, and you jog towards the entrance, where Sousuke is already waiting for you. He’s wearing a sweater that looks too cozy not to steal eventually, and plain black jeans, which perfectly accentuates his muscular legs.

“Ready, pool boy?” You ask, and take his hand. The nickname makes him smile, and he nods. Letting you pull him out of the building and towards the nearest coffee shop, it has him wondering how he got to this point. If it wasn’t for his shoulder getting hurt he would never have met you.

And maybe he didn’t mind physical therapy as much as he thought.

#sousuke yamazaki #sousuke yamazaki x reader #free! dive to the future #free! x reader #free!#imagine #sousuke yamazaki imagine #request 2018 - Sousuke 1

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a-girl-with-a-big-heart · 6 years ago

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Drunken Texts (Part 2)

Twice Jihyo x Reader

Angst slight Smut

Prompt: You thought you buried those feelings for her, but they resurface once again, only to leave you with a broken heart.

It's been two weeks since you last saw Jihyo. She has claimed that she missed you but has no intention of coming back into your life. You didn't expect her to anyway. You haven't talked since your break up, and now, it's like you’re strangers who were once in love. She hasn't even returned your clothes like she said she would. Maybe she's avoiding you because of your outburst. You don't blame her. You don't think you can even be mad at her at this point. She has exceeded beyond your expectations, so what is there to even be mad about? You see your phone light up, and you turn on your side of the bed. You haven't been sleeping well lately. Insomnia has become too fond over you that sleep seems impossible at this point. You check your phone to see that Minho has texted you. You don't question why he's texting you at such an ungodly hour, considering he is a bar owner. You scan over his words and read what he said.

Hey, you think you could drop by the bar later today? I have to serve a party and my other bartender can't make it.

You send him a quick reply, not even thinking it over. He's helped you countless of times before and even let you have free drinks when you have really bad days. It's the least you can do for a friend.

Sure. What time does the party start?

You wait a moment before seeing his text pop up.

6 p.m.

After going back and fourth with the time and place, you told him you’d be there at 4 to help set things up. You weren’t an expert in bar tending, but you were pretty decent at making cocktails and other things. Minho taught you some stuff here and there, but you weren’t nearly as good as he was. You only learned from him so you could make something for yourself when you were alone. After your break up with Jihyo, you were always drinking to drown out the pain you were feeling then. You’ve gotten better from it though. You slowly had to peel yourself away from almost being an alcoholic, to eating chocolate and distracting yourself as much as you could. Your break up with Jihyo led you down a dark path for a while, but you had slowly recovered from that heartache. But since two weeks ago your mind has been set on her again. You hated yourself for that. She broke your heart and yet you were starting to think about her again because inside you was hope that maybe she really did mean what she said. That she missed you. Or maybe she just needs someone now because she feels lonely and has no one else to turn to. Whichever the reason, you’re sure she doesn't think about you the way you still think about her. Wondering, hoping, that one day she'll be back in your arms and you'll be okay again.

The next day, you drive over to Henry's. You see Minho packing the van with drinks and other things you’re not familiar with. He sees you and immediately smiles.

"Hey stranger." He sets a box down in the back of the van. "Haven't seen you in a while." He states. You roll your eyes at him and punch his shoulder lightly.

"Yeah well, I've been busy." You tell him. You follow him inside as there were more boxes to be packed.

"By the way, did you find Jihyo?" He asks you as he grabs two boxes. You grab one and feel your heart clench at his words.

"Yeah. I did." You tell him. You walk back out and set the boxes in the back. Minho notices your stiffness at the subject. He knows you and her aren't a thing anymore, but yet he never fails to pop up her name every now and then. It kinda gets annoying after a while, but you know he wants to make sure that you’re okay. He doesn't ask any more questions and you relax as he changes the topic.

"So at the party." He starts. "You don't have to do much. Just assist me when I need it, and do the things I tell you too okay?" He turns to you. You nod your head like you’re being lectured by a teacher. Don't do that. Don't do this. You can't help but laugh at this.

"How much are you paying me?" You ask him. You follow him into the car and he stops before getting in. He thinks thoughtfully for a moment before smiling.

"Free drinks for a whole month?" He asks. You tilt your head side to side, pretending to be deep in thought, even though you already have the answer.

"I suppose that'll do." You joke. His smile only grew wider as he gets into the car.

You sit in silence during the drive there. You didn't mind though. You liked listening to the random music on the radio as you watched the outside world from the inside of the van. You felt so small and yet so free. You haven't felt peace like this in a while. The drive was long and you could start to feel yourself feel drowsy. You tried your best staying awake and Minho took notice.

"You okay?" He asks. You snap your eyes wide open before they could fully shut.

"Yeah, just been tired lately." You wave him off.

"Does this have anything to do with Jihyo?" He asks you. You sit up in your seat and continue to look out the window.

"No." You tell him. You see him from the review mirror, shaking his head.

"Y/n, I know when you're lying." He says. You shoot him a look, but he doesn't notice.

"Then why did you ask?" You snap at him.

"Because I thought I was your friend, and you trusted me enough to tell me your problems. But I guess I was wrong." He snaps back at you. You sigh leaning your head back against the car seat.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want to talk about her is all." You tell him honestly. His eyes advert to you from the road, and he pats his hand on your shoulder.

"I just want to make sure you're doing okay." He gives you a reassuring smile before turning back to the road.

"I am okay. At least I think I am." You tell him. Minho doesn't say anything else after that. Instead you sit in comfortable silence until you finally get to your destination.

"We're here." Minho parks the car around the front of this huge building. It was a hotel that had at least 50 floors. It was huge indeed.

"Is the person rich or something?" You ask Minho. He's already grabbing a cart to pack all of the boxes of drinks and other things onto it.

"Something like that." Minho lets out a nervous laugh and you catch onto it. You don't think much of it as you help him pack the cart and you go into the hotel. The lobby was huge with a fountain sitting in the middle, while classical music played over the speakers. You helped push the cart while Minho talked to the receptionist. You watched them exchange a few words and Minho turned to you to follow him. You went to the elevator and you watched him push one of the buttons. you couldn't quite see which floor it was, but it was near the top. You were right about this hotel being huge. It had at least 75 floors. Your mouth dropped and you could hear Minho laughing at your reaction.

"Come on." He tells you once you've reached your floor. You follow him out of the elevator, and you make your way to these huge doors that sat at the end of the hall. It seemed more like a banquet than a hotel on the inside. One of the doors were already opened, and Minho and you came strolling through. You noticed there were tables and a stand in the room. You looked around for the mini bar, and spotted it at the end of the room where it was opposite of where the stand was.

"Hey Minho, you never told me who your client was." You said to him. He doesn't look at you as he stuttered his words.

"Uh, well you see-" He was cut off by a familiar voice.

"Hey Minho, you're here!" You turn your attention to the voice and your eyes widen when you see who it was. Jihyo stood in front of you, and she seemed to stop what she was doing for a moment. Her eyes settled on yours, and you swear the tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Minho coughed, causing the both of you to snap out of it.

"Hey Jihyo." You watched as Minho went over to her to talk about something. You shot daggers toward his way with his back facing you. You could feel Jihyo's eyes not leaving you as she talked to Minho. If you had known she was the host of this party you wouldn't have come. When Minho finishes talking to Jihyo, she walks away. When he comes back over to you, he dips his head avoiding your gaze.

"Why didn't you tell me Jihyo was the host?" You ask him. He looks up at you and sighs.

"You wouldn't have come if I did. Besides, you were the only person I could ask to help me today." He runs a hand over his face in annoyance. "It's not like you'll talk to her. She'll be too busy with her guests." He says to you. He notices your expression and his face softens. He puts his hands on top of your shoulders and looks you in the eyes. "Look I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But can you please bear with it for tonight?" He pleads. You stare at him for a moment before agreeing. He's done a lot for you, it's the least you can do for him. "Thank you." He grabs something out of the boxes and hands you a pair of clothes. "Here, change into this uniform." You eye the clothes in his hands before taking them. You forgot that you had to look the part of a bar tender. Once you have them, you go out of the banquet hall and down the narrow hallway to find the bathroom. You quickly change into the clothes and make your way back. There were already people inside and you saw Minho setting up his station by the mini bar. You scanned the room to see where Jihyo was so you knew not to go over there. You couldn't find her through the crowds of people til you felt a light tap on your shoulder, making you jump in surprise.

"Excuse me." It was Jihyo. She was standing behind you.

"S-sorry." You stuttered. You move aside to let her through and she passes you without batting an eye. You feel small when she doesn't give you another glance. You follow her in and make your way over to the mini bar where Minho was. Minho tells you what to do and you start helping him with the drinks. As you set things up, you take another glance at Jihyo. She was over near the stand getting ready to make a speech. She was talking to someone, not looking where you were. Maybe she will ignore you throughout the night. Hopefully you can do the same.

It was late and the party was coming to an end. Jihyo gave a speech about something relating to her work. Soon there were others talking and giving out suggestions about what they can do to make their company better. You were never really one to pay attention to things like this, but whenever Jihyo talked, you couldn't help but to focus all your attention on her. When she was up there, she glanced at you a couple times. You think Minho noticed because he told you to get back to work or to go fetch him something outside. After a while, the party ended and Minho began packing up. You helped him put everything back in the boxes and had to make two trips back up and down to carry them all. As you grab the last of your things, Jihyo came up to talk to the two of you.

"Thanks for catering to my party." She said. Minho only smiled while you avoided her eyes. You knew that if you were to look into them, you wouldn't be able to look away. Especially since she was wearing a black dress that reached above her knees.

"Y/n." Jihyo called out to you. You brought your head up and met her gaze. You suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of emotions you’ve had about her lately. "Can we talk?" She asks you. You glance at Seungri and he takes one of the boxes you had in your grasp.

"Go on. You can return the uniform to me tomorrow." Before you could object, he's already out of the room leaving you and Jihyo behind. You stand in awkward silence. Neither one of you speaking or moving. If someone were to walk in, they would hear how nervous your heart is beating. Your mind has been all over the place since your last encounter. You don't know what you feel anymore and you wish you could disappear from hindsight. Suddenly, you feel Jihyo's fingers wrap themselves around your wrist.

"Come with me." She says. The way she said that sent chills down your spine and you suddenly forgot how to walk. She practically pulled you down the hall and into the elevator. You had grabbed your other clothes you wore coming here with you on your way out. You stay silent around Jihyo, not wanting to say anything to her. She doesn't have any intention of speaking either as she pulls you out of the elevator, and out into the hallway of what you think is the 54th floor of this building. She drags you to one of the rooms and pulls out a key card. Her grip is still firm on your wrist as she opens the door and pulls you inside. You do nothing but let her pull you in. She closes the door, and you stand awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"What do you want to talk about that's so important you had to drag me to a room?" You ask her. Jihyo stands there not moving as she fiddles with her fingers.

"Your clothes. I wanted to give you back your clothes." She says rather quickly. You see her pull out your t-shirt and jeans you let her borrow. You almost tell her it's fine until she shoves them into your hands.

"You led me here just so you could give me back my clothes?" You eye her. She sighs as she makes her way toward the bed in the middle of the room. You finally take in how huge the room is. There's even a small kitchen and another half to a living room. You can't help but start thinking about how much money all this is.

"I wanted to talk." She starts. "About us." You stand there perplexed. She doesn't look up at you as she speaks. You finally get the courage and walk over to her. You stand in front of her while she sits on the bed.

"What about us?" You ask her. She looks up and you feel your heart ache against her stare.

"I told you I missed you." She grabs your hand in hers delicately. She pulls you closer and you let her. You watch her trace the back of your hand with her thumb.

"You have a funny way of showing it." You tell her. She looks at you with such intense eyes that you had to look away before losing yourself in them.

"Y/n I'm sorry, about it all. I should have never broke up with you. I was under so much stress and-" she pauses to breathe. "I was so stupid." She tells you. You look down at her and feel your heart break as you see her starting to cry. On instinct, you brought your hand up under her chin and wipe the tears away. Her skin is so smooth against your touch. You could hold her face in your hands forever. Without realizing it, you were bringing yourself closer to kiss her. Jihyo had no intention of moving as your lips met. Your palm was pressed firmly against her cheek as you felt the salty taste of tears streaming down her open mouth. When you pulled away to breathe, she was fumbling with your suit pants to take them off.

"We shouldn't be doing this." You tell her. She only gives you a quick kiss as she guides your hands to undress her.

"I know." She tells you against your lips. Your hands find the back of her dress and you start to unzip her. Your mind was all over the place while your heart was beating a mile a minute. The moment her arms wrapped around you to feel her bare skin, you could feel yourself heating up. You pressed yourself further onto her and fell on top of her while giving her open mouthed kisses. Her dress was quickly discarded, thrown somewhere on the ground. Her hands were tangled in your hair as you kissed her exposed neck. You bit down into her flesh to be received a moan in response. Somehow your shirt was off within an instant, and you slide your pants off along with them. Both you and Jihyo were completely exposed to one another by now. Her hands were roaming the back of your body while yours rested on her neck. You could feel her pulse beating against your fingers as you slid your tongue inside her mouth. God how you missed this. You missed her warmth and her taste and just, her. Jihyo pulled her lips away to breathe for a moment, but you continued to kiss her. You traveled your lips down her neck and gave her light kisses on her collarbone. Her voice was sweet and melodic when she said your name. You brushed your lips down her chest and past her stomach. Your hands found themselves raising her legs so you could be pressed against her thighs. You slowly traveled your way up as you left a few bite marks on her thigh, until you were met where she wanted you most. You were looking at her this time, and she was looking back at you with such lust.

"Please." She whispered. That's all it took for you to go down on her.

When you woke up, you felt an emptiness in the bed. That warm feeling from last night was gone when you felt nothing but cold sheets in your grasp. You realize what had happened and sit up while covering your chest with the covers. You run a hand along your neck and stomach. You wince at your own touch, feeling a bruise on your flesh. You look around the room and see no sign of Jihyo anywhere. Her clothes and heels are gone. She is gone. The memory of last night quickly floods your mind, and you easily feel the heaviness in your heart. You check your phone to see that Minho has texted you. There was nothing from Jihyo. No note, no text, nothing. You laugh, a bitter laugh, out loud and feel yourself start to shake. You can feel yourself crying, but you don't even know if that's you crying or just some person you can't recognize anymore. You told yourself you were over her. You were done. But here you are in an empty bed with a broken heart. You try to wipe away the tears that have been flowing down your cheeks, but to no luck, you keep crying. Subconsciously, your hand runs over your tingling lips. They were already missing her, wanting her, needing her. This is it. You decide. Last night was the last interaction that will ever happen between you two. You are tired of feeling too much for her when you shouldn't be feeling anything at all. You draw in a long deep sigh and let it escape you like smoke. You stare up at the ceiling blankly, while thinking to yourself. You’ve done so much for her, and all she's done for you is leave you in this empty bed with a broken heart.

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yminie · 7 years ago

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adjustment (m) | jung hoseok

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pairing: Hoseok x Reader genre/warnings: smut, fluff, chiropractor!hoseok, patient!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, rough-ish, oral sex (recieving) words: 7138 summary: At Kim-Jung Chiropractics, they meet your every need, and today it's not just your back that needs aligning.

a/n: I promise it's not a cheesy porno :’)

You can’t help but let out a pained gasp as you climb from your car, the twisting of your lower back with just one foot on the pavement triggering a momentary stab of agony at the base of your spine. The area had been tender all week, the sudden sharpness kicking in only every now and then but immobilising you regardless, and you were completely fed up.

It was a god send that you’d managed to slot in a last minute appointment at Kim-Jung Chiropractic, and with it being a Friday afternoon you were even just thankful you’d made it in time - leaving work a little early had paid off for you to miss the hometime rush.

Leaning up and out, you finally straighten yourself with a sigh, groaning as you reach back in and over to the passenger seat to grab your handbag before shutting your door and locking it firmly. Walking into the office feels somewhat strange, unfamiliar, and you think back to the one time prior that you’d been in; before the renovation.

It wasn’t much different, still bright white, clean walls, but the new carpet was a nice touch and the armchairs had been reupholstered to a much more comfortable looking soft leather rather than the plastic they’d had before.

The pretty girl behind the desk smiles brightly when you approach and promptly asks for your name and appointment time, typing quickly in her computer before guiding you to sit for a mere two minute wait on Dr Kim's current appointment.

You muse over the idea that you’re the last appointment of the day, given the complete absence of any other patients in the waiting room, and you can’t quite tell if it’s more or less awkward being completely on your own with just the receptionist for silent company.

Almost ready to start up a conversation on the weather, you jump at the sudden appearance of the young, handsome grey-haired Dr Kim, a loosely fitting white shirt under a blue knitted vest that it's just a little too early in the season to be wearing. He flits through his office door and skips to the front desk to flip through some paperwork, and gives you a brief grin when he lifts his gaze.

“Your next appointment is here Dr Kim.” The receptionist barely pauses in her keyboard tapping to inform him, the clinic phone ringing loudly and she jumps up to answer it straight away.

“Yes, I thought so, how are you Miss…” He glances down momentarily before smiling even wider, “_____?”

“Fine thank you.” He still looks busy, so you don’t bother to stand, and he murmurs quietly to the girl to his left when she places the phone back in it’s cradle, asking for her to photocopy some forms before rounding the desk once more and pausing just outside his door.

“Very good! I’m running horribly overtime, sorry. If you’re in a rush you can check with Irene if any other doctors are free, I fear this may take at least another fifteen minutes.” He bids you a gentle wave with a regretful smile before he’s gone again, door clicking shut behind him, and you pause a moment before turning back to the receptionist once more.

She’s already looking at you, slightly more sheepish than she was before, and you shrug gently. “I don’t mind who I see, it’s fine.” Nodding, she lifts the phone back to her ear and speed dials, only a moment passing before whoever is on the other line seems to answer.

“Ah! Dr Jung, yes are you free?” She hums at his answer and skillfully types into her laptop while he speaks. “Mr Kim’s-no, Kim Taehyung- his final appointment is on a fifteen minute overtime wait, can you squeeze her in before you leave today at all?” She grins widely and giggles at whatever joke he must make, eyes meeting yours for her to squint them into crescent moons of amusement. “Okay, thank you, I’ll send her right in!”

Thank god.

You wince pitifully when just the motion of standing from the squishy cushion twinges in your lower back, and follow her guiding arm to a door just down the short hallway, left slightly open and the quick chattering of computer keys echoing from the little room. You hesitantly lift a closed fist to knock softly on the door, wood moving a little under the gentle pressure, and you jump again when a low voice welcomes you inside.

“Come right on in!” You’re so not prepared.

Dr Jung is stunning, and you would’ve thought dark red hair would not suit a maroon shirt but hey, he proves you so, so wrong. He doesn’t look like the kind of man you would find in a doctors office, much more likely to be in a magazine modelling with the likes of that jawline. He’s focused, the concentration pulling his eyebrows together slightly but doing nothing to take away from the blatant friendliness, and his honey skin glows when he finally lifts his gaze and grins widely.

“Hi! Shut the door behind you - take a seat!” You do as he says quickly, the megawatt smile making you need to focus twice as hard on not tripping over your own feet as you shuffle to the chair beside his desk against the wall, meeting his outstretched hand with your own. “Nice to meet you! Dr Jung Hoseok, what was your name?”

His forearms, slightly veiny and skin creamy soft, are completely exposed with his maroon shirt sleeves pushed up, and you fall into a trance as he gently massages the muscles and tendons, preparing himself for this session. “U-uh, _____, nice to meet you too.”

You blush as you stutter, lashes fluttering as you drag your gaze from his rubbing fingers and fixing them on the spine diagram poster behind his head, and if he notices your flustered expression, he doesn’t let it show.

“Alrighty, _____. Irene is just faxing through your record and paperwork but while she does that, why don’t you fill me in on why you’re here today?” He leans towards you, elbows resting against his knees, and watches you intently with a gentle smile.

“Well, I’ve been having this really sharp pain in my lower back, and it’s almost paralysing. It’s instantaneous and it only happens every now and then or when I move a particular way so it catches me off guard a lot.” He nods, eyebrows pulling together as you talk and only frees your eyes from his stare when a ding comes through his computer and the printer buzzes out a couple pages.

“Is there a lingering ache? Like perhaps a pinched nerve?” He divides his attention between you and the paperwork, but still listens carefully, and you fidget in your seat at how closely he seems to be watching your body.

“Well, I originally thought maybe it was my sciatic nerve, but the pain isn’t in my hip or leg or anything, really just the middle of my lower back.” You wave your hands around the side of your hip as you describe, and flush yet again as he follows each of your movements. Why are you getting so flustered over him?

“You seem a bit young for sciatica, Miss _____.” He playfully teases, eyes crinkling as he chuckles and your cheeks burn hotter again. “You were in previously? For…?”

“Oh yes, I saw Dr Kim after I dislocated my knee... maybe two years back? The joint kept resting wrong and he adjusted it a couple times before it came good.” He nods earnestly, eyes grazing over the paperwork before he shuffles forward in his wheelie chair.

“Alright, well I’ll check your back alignment and range of motion now and then we’ll see what we can do about this pain, okay?” You release a shaky breath as quietly as you can, standing and following him to the adjustment bed. For a moment there, you’d forgotten that he was actually going to be touching you, but now you can’t stop thinking about it.

“Lay face down for me?” Oh, god, here we go brain. You hum an affirmative, shrugging your cardigan from your shoulders and ditching it with your handbag on the chair and quickly doing as he’d asked, chest flat against the table. He mumbles quietly to himself as he moves down to your feet first, and you try not to jump when warm, gentle fingers grip your ankle. “Mind if I slip your sneakers off? Just so I can see the proper alignment in your feet?”

“O-Oh, sure.” His fingers are nimble, fast, and your shoes are nudged off to the side in seconds, and he gently holds your feet side by side, pushing them up to bend your knees and check a new angle before letting them rest back down again. You can feel yourself heating up under his warm hands, not being able to see him only adding to your stress, and suddenly you remember the bright red g-string you’d chosen to wear under your yoga leggings - oh god, they’re not see-through are they?

“So where abouts is the pain when it comes in your back?” He steps around to your right side and places one hand on the table close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his fingers, but you keep your face nestle into the gap even as you lift an arm to show him.

“Like right down here.” It’s -essentially- your ass, right next to your tailbone, but he’s not shy to replace your fingers the instant you let your arm fall again, and he pats your back when he notices that you’d jumped at his touch. Kill me now.

“Right in your sacrum?” Sure fingers press on either side of the bone there, slightly kneading the flesh right where the curve of your back turns into butt, and you blush furiously. “Your tailbone, sorry?”

“Y-Yeah.” He pokes around for a moment, fingers inspecting your lower back and tailbone, before shuffling further down the table and gripping your shin, right below your knee.

“Let’s just test your range of motion, lift this leg as high as you comfortably can? Don’t lift your hips.” He holds your right leg up gently with his left hand, the other firmly leaving an imprint on your right hip, and you take a deep breath as you will your face to stop burning, the back of your neck and palms becoming clammy. “Any pain here?”

“Not at all.” He hums in response, lowering your leg for a moment and then lifting it again, pulling it towards himself slightly in mid air and repeating the question. No pain, but you can definitely feeling the stretch in your upper thigh - you really need to work out more.

“Okay, other leg?” He repeats the entire process, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your lower back to feel the way those muscles move with the movement, but again you feel no pain and he mumbles to himself for a moment before tapping the back of your thigh gently. “Okay, sit up for me for a sec.”

Pushing yourself up, you twist carefully and land your backside on the table, blushing at the way you’re somewhat out of breath because you know it’s not from the effort. He smiles at you sweetly, and for a moment you’re terrified to almost see a knowing glance at the exposed section of your chest, reddened with exertion, but he quickly moves along.

“Twist your back slowly for me? To the right? Good. Left side? Anything?” You shake your head and he reaches for your hands, and you wipe them quickly on your pants before his fingers wrap around your wrists and hold you steady. “Lean towards me?”

God he smells amazing. You do as asked, accepting his hands as rests while you lean out and you’re careful not to lean too close to his chest, unfortunately not missing the waft of delicious cologne that lingers on the stunning maroon shirt he’s wearing, and this close to his face you can see the golden flecks in his irises - before you embarrassedly drop your gaze.

“Hm, hold onto the table?” He guides your hands into the space between your parted thighs, and you’re awfully thankful for the hair that covers your face. Walking around the table quickly, he gently runs his hands down your back and encourages you to stretch forward once more, this time getting a proper feel on the muscles on your back.

“Oh!” he nudges a ticklish spot on your side and your knee jerk reaction is to squeak a giggle and grab his hand, and he chuckles warmly, close enough that you can feel his breath on your shoulder, and he playfully pokes the spot again, surprising you.

“Sorry.” He’s still laughing when he steps back, rounding the table to come face to face with you again and he waits for you to lift your shy eyes to his before he speaks. “From what I can feel, it’s your lumbar vertebrae that are a little off, so; your lower back. I can align them and your sacroiliac joint, and then I’ll check your thoracic, upper back, for any misalignment okay?”

You nod and he guides you down to lay on your right side facing him, firm hands moving and placing you and making your blood boil in the best of ways. You’re internally scolding yourself for becoming so worked up when he hooks his hand beneath your left knee, pulling the bent leg to the edge of the table before stepping over it and holding it in place between his two firm thighs, and you immediately squeeze your eyes as you muffle a gasp.

“This is gonna get a really good stretch on your lower back and really get into that joint. Okay? Cross your arms over your chest and twist back to your left that way?” He’s still guiding you, pressing your left shoulder towards the table behind you before slotting his warm right hand against your lower back and gently feeling for the joint.

“This is where I’m going to be adding pressure, right over your L5 vertebrae.” He’s directly massaging the muscles that had been aching all week and you bite your lip at the momentary pleasure to stop yourself from sighing in delight, but you rush to release it when you spot his sly grin - fuck, he noticed.

Having never had an upper body adjustment you weren’t expecting him to get so close and you cant help the way you automatically try to shift away as he leans down towards you, but he holds you in place and pauses hovered over you. He looks carefully over your expression and backs off a little, hands still firm, “Everything okay?” You nod, and he leans slightly closer, still watching your face. “Am I making you uncomfortable? I need to use my body weight to adjust this joint.”

“N-No! It’s fine, really I just…” Taking a deep breath, you settle into place in his hold and shake your head. “Just not used to it.” Brushing it off with a chuckle, you nod at him and he waits a moment longer, not missing the way your cheeks have reddened again, and he continues with a small smile.

“Okay, slow now, deep breath for me?” you inhale, trying to focus on a dot on the ceiling instead of the feeling of your chest brushing his. “And exhale?”

You’re too focused.

“_____?”

“Sorry?” You jump, eyes back on his and you’re mortified as he dips his head to the side to bark out a laugh, and you can’t help the pout that finds its way onto your lips at his amusement at your expense.

“Apologies,” He clears his throat, chest pressed against you still vibrating slightly as he holds back his chuckles and he turns back to connect your gazes again. “Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh, that was just too cute.” God damn it!

He adjusts his hold on you once more, thighs firmly clamped around yours, and you force yourself to pay attention regardless of how flustered his proximity is making you. What’s the bet your clothes will smell like his cologne after this?

“Breathe in.” You do, and he locks his hold. “And out.”

In a mere second, he’s pressed you down with his body weight and he holds you steady once the joint clicks into place, fingers pressing hard into your back to keep you in place and you cry out at the sudden release of pressure that shoots right up your spine and down your legs, tingling in the muscles.

“Not a cry of pain I hope?” He massages you gently, releasing your thigh from between his and briefly rubbing the circulation back into the limb while you simply shake your head, laying still as a corpse and still recovering from the slight surprise. “We’ll do the other side now?”

“Okay.” Your voice is a little shaky, and you carefully roll onto your left side before clearing your throat, following the same mental instructions to position yourself like last time, and he smiles at your efforts, pulling you closer towards himself at the edge of the table and hooking your leg through his again.

“Okay, breathe in.” You take a deep breath, calming yourself slightly, but then you make the mistake of locking eyes with him as he leans close. “Good girl. Exhale.”

You squeak at the next crack of your joint, eyes wide and fluttering at his words and body instantly tense even as he gently rubs your leg and back to restore circulation, and you drop your gaze to the wall when he releases your eyes and steps away. “All good?”

“Y-yeah.” He hums, and scribbles something on his paperwork before crossing back towards you.

“Okay, flat on your back now.” You roll onto your back with a slight groan, shaking your legs as they tingle with pins and needles. “Numb anywhere?”

“My legs are a little.” He nods, hands automatically grabbing your thighs and firmly massaging them to ease the tingles, all the while you’re staring up at the ceiling with your cheeks on fire. What had he called you?

“That’s pretty normal, it’ll pass in no time. We’ll quickly get your thoracic done and then I’ll recheck your alignment.” He releases your thighs but moves to your waist instead and straightens you how he wants with a hand on either hip, a secret smile curling his lips.

“Now from what I felt there’s a misalignment on your L2 and L3 joints, but they’re super easy. Cross your arms across your chest -really far- yes perfect.” He pats your hands where they’re clamped on either shoulder and leans in close yet again, only this time he’s not tilted to the side as much, and you can feel his breath on your neck. You just hope the goose bumps aren’t as obvious as they feel.

“This is gonna be fast okay?” At your nod, and presses his chest against you and lifts the arch of your back with his right hand, tucking his other under your back from where he is at your left and making a fist right below and between your shoulder blades. “Deep breath in and then out. Very good! Perfect, sweetheart.”

He crunches you twice beneath his torso, pulling two very satisfying clicks from your spine, and you could’ve sworn you’d felt his lips brush your skin, his face having pressed against your neck with each push.

“Wow.” You gasp, feel the release of pressure at either end of your spine, and he chuckles with a rub to your arm.

“Feeling alright?” You nod and he grins wider, pleased. “Great! Just lay there for a second while I document and then we’ll get you up and see how your head feels, okay?”

“Okay.” His shoulders look surprisingly broad from the back, and you can’t help but look him up and down while you wait. His shirt tucks inwards at his waist, highlighting how slim he is, while his slacks are fitted around his backside and thighs, also showing how muscular he is, and the longer you stare, the more worked up you can feel yourself become.

“How you doing?” He spins quite suddenly, giving life to the fact that you were staring so hard at his ass you zoned out, and you turn your head away fast enough that you almost trigger your own whiplash, and you ignore the light chuckles he releases. “Should we stand you up now?”

You nod and accept his outstretched hand, and he gently pulls you from the bed and settles your feet back on the floor, hand hovering around your elbow just incase your legs are too weak, but you stand just fine, albeit a bit wobbly.

“Lightheaded? Any pain? Take a few steps if you’d like.” You roll your shoulders and stretch your back a little, taking a couple steps back and forth and rolling the balls of your feet.

“I feel pretty good. The muscles on my lower back are tender but it’s not like before.” He immediately steps close to your side and presses his palm gently to the base of your spine, and you turn away before he can see your lashes flutter. How is his hand so warm?

“Those are your paralumbar muscles, and they commonly get the brunt of the force when adjusting this joint. I’ll massage them with my gun and they should loosen right up, lay down again.” You raise a brow in curiosity but busy yourself with settling face first on the table again, not risking getting caught staring a second time when it’s already so obvious to him that you’re attracted.

“Now this can be a little loud, but it’s just the motor that vibrates the wand, so bear with me a minute sweetheart.” The who the what now? Where is this going?

A loud buzzing catches you off guard and your head shoots up to find Dr Jung wielding a machine that looks entirely too much like a drill to instill confidence in you, regardless of what he says, and he must be able to sense your nervousness because his hand is rubbing your back the moment he’s in reaching length.

“It’ll feel good, promise.” I’m sure it will! That’s the problem!

You tense as the massage gun gets closer and he lifts a hand to stroke the hair off the back of your neck, and you shudder fair too noticeably at his touch on such hyper sensitive skin, starting to relax when he massages the tense spots on either side.

The first contact with the gun makes you jump in shock, but the kneading vibrations in the middle of your back having you melting instantly and you can’t help the slight moan you let out as you turn into a flesh puddle under his touch. He feels it with his hold on your neck, and you sense his chuckles even if the vibrations block the sound, and then his hand glides down your spine to help circle and press in accompaniment of the gun and you’re a goner.

“Good?” Low - so, so low is his voice, and you almost dissolve into thin air as the timbre coats your already jello’d body like honey. You’re practically out of your mind, the want you have for him mixing with the pure heaven of his fingers kneading across your back and turning into one huge ball of lust that settles deep in your core. It’d been far too long since a man massaged you, let alone bed you, and the lack of fulfillment on both sides is clearly taking its toll.

“Y-Yeah.” He hums, a low sound that vibrates stronger than the gun in your core, and your body tenses as a sudden shot of arousal throbs between your walls, and he soothes it with another stroke down your spine, circling the ball end of the massage gun further down until suddenly the vibrations are no longer just a slight feeling, but a fully blown shake in your core.

The ball end is press right against where he’d been massaging earlier on either side of the tailbone, and it penetrates right down the soft flesh of your ass, into your thighs and directly into your core. You’re tensing more as waves of pleasure start to slicken your folds and stick your panties to your entrance, but you try your best to keep in control while you bury your burning cheeks into the face cushion and bite hard at your lip.

The realisation of just how hot your body is burning comes full swing when suddenly all vibrations are gone and he places the gun off to the side, using two hands on the base of your spine instead. “You’re tensing up, is it too tender?”

He knows; you can hear it in his voice and feel it in the way his thumbs rotate the flesh at the starting curve of your ass, and you force your lungs to take a deep breath, thighs pressing together as your core gives a throb in protest of the sudden lack of stimulation.

“Are these sore?” A patronising lilt just enough to make your fingers clench and toes curl meets your ears as his fingers oh so lightly drift over the peak of your ass and down across your thighs, and you have to stop yourself from lifting your hips to meet him. “Where does it ache most, sweetheart?”

Dr Jung’s fingers knead low, just above the backside of your knee, and your leg gives a little jerk in response that has him pressing harder, and he prompts you to speak again. “Where should I be massaging, love? You need to tell me so I can make it feel better.” He wants you to ask for it. And god, do you hope he’s being serious, because the ache settling in the depths of your heat is sending your tongue loose, and you can’t control yourself against the blatant temptation.

“Higher.” You’re not exactly proud of the way your voice shakes and cracks, but you’re way too deep to care in the moment, especially when his long-fingered hands drift slightly higher and encourage you to part your thighs just a little further with a gentle push on the insides.

“Right here?” Fake curiosity and concern when his fingertips roll into the fleshier part of your thigh makes you squeeze the hand rests even harder,gritting your teeth and still fighting the way your hips want to lift and put you on display. You’re shamefully desperate, but something tells you he might just like it that way.

“H-Higher, please.”

“Oh, up here?” His hand is scalding through the think cotton and spandex of your leggings, and you audibly release a shuddering breath when his fingers fidget in the soft spot right next to your panty line, close enough to your leaking entrance that if he moved a centimetre to the right he’d feel the moisture. “That’s strange, I didn’t adjust your hip.”

You whine, hips lifting finally and his thumb presses straight onto your entrance through the fabric, adding even more force when he realises exactly what you’ve done, and the whimper you release almost drowns out the pleasantly surprised grunt he gifts you upon feeling just how soaked you’ve become.

“Oh, you’ve made a mess, haven’t you?” His thumb rotates, and just by the slickness of your panties you can tell it’s seeping completely through to his touch. “You want me to make it better, baby?”

“Hnng-yes, please!” A strong grip clasps your ankles and you squeak in shock when you’re suddenly yanked to the end of the bed, your ass landing flush against his hips, toes just touching the floor and a hot, heavy thickness pressed solidly against you. “Oh-”

His large hand wraps around the back of your neck and he pulls you off the bed on the balls of your feet and spins you in place, shushing you and pressing you backwards until you’re seated on the edge again and his lips are free to smack wetly against yours. Dr Jung kisses you with abandon, devouring you with an impatience only applicable to the risky situation at hand, and your thoughts flicker briefly to the fact that there were most definitely other people in the rooms surrounding you.

But you can only care as much as he does, and he doesn’t seem overly concerned if the way he hitches your knee around his waist and dips his tongue past your lips is anything to go by. His fingers still knead at your fleshy thigh and you pull him closer with both legs now wrapped around his hips, and your fingers find his hair just the same as his do yours, twisting into the ends and tugging gently.

“God-” He pulls back with a huff, pressing his forehead to yours and cupping your cheek firmly, and you press close to his chest while the both of you stop and breathe heavily. “Why was it so hard to resist you, hm?” He chuckles, pulling your chin even closer until your lower lips brush against each other. But he doesn’t let you connect them right away. “Moaning while I’m trying to medically help you, dirty girl.”

“Your hands just feel so good, I–hnngh-” He chuckles while his hand glides down your back to knead your ass and press your core against his thick length, rolling hard against you, and his teeth tug your lower lip between his.

There almost a sting of pain at how hard he sucks your flesh into his mouth, and you can feel how bruised and swollen he's made your lips when he releases it to press a hard kiss to your mouth. His hips still circling, he hums a moan when your fingers drop to the collar of his shirt and he doesn't stop you when you slip open the buttons and tug the ends from his slacks waistband.

“You have no idea.” His words are heavily muffled from the embrace of your lips and you pull back to look over his toned torso that is now revealed to your eyes, running your hands down his heated skin and tucking your fingertips into his slacks. His own fingers glide to the sides of your leggings and he presses his thumbs to either hip, circling the joint and pinching the flesh to make you squeak. “I have a lot more than my hands to make you feel good, sweetheart.”

“Show me.” You're breathless, leaning into his chest and trying to swivel your hips against his, essentially uselessly with his tight hold on you.

“Yeah?” He taunts, jerking you closer with a rough tug, hooking his fingertips under your waistband and squeezing your skin. “You're sure?”

Both of you pull back to regard the other just for a moment, but there's not a modicum of doubt to be found in either of your eyes, and you each move as one when he presses you back to lay on the bed and you lift your hips. Your leggings slip from the ends of your feet, one sock going with them while the other stays, and neither of you pay it any mind once his hands are tickling your ribs under your shirt. His touch is a scorching warmth as it eases your shirt up, bunched until just above your breasts, and he leans over you as he tugs one cup of your bra down to envelop the tight peak of your nipple into his mouth.

Gasping as quietly as you can, your teeth find your lower lip and your hands lift to twist fingers through the silky strands of his hair, holding him close to continue his ministrations. Opposite hand finding your other mound, he does the same, licking his lips when the flesh bounces under his rough hand and swiping across your nipple before sucking it firmly between his teeth. You can feel the bruises forming on the sensitive flesh, and you yearn for more of the burning throb that it brings while his mouth runs across your skin.

Your chest is heaving by the time he releases you, and he stands between your parted thighs at the end of the bench with a dark hunger in his eyes, licking his lips once more as he glances over the mottled skin, still shining with his saliva.

Impatience settles deep in your stomach and you can't help yourself from reaching down and tugging the buckle of his belt open hard enough for the metal and leather to hit your inner thigh with a burning sting. He grins indulgently as he hooks a palm under each of your knees and tugs you further towards him, now hanging slightly off the bench. Bending your legs back until your thighs almost touch your chest, he leans down to deposit a wet, open mouthed kiss onto each of your thighs before cheekily biting the skin near your panty line, the red of the fabric darkened by the copious amount of juices you'd released.

“Pull them aside for me, sweetheart.” His words, muffled by the swirling of his tongue right beside your core, pull a shudder from your spine, and you quickly do as he says, hooking your finger under the tight band and exposing yourself. “Perfect.”

Your palm smacks against your mouth to hold in the cry his tongue pulls from your throat as he laves the tip of the muscle through your folds. A whimper escapes enough for him to hear as he curls it around your clit, and he grunts wetly into your heat while he stares up at you darkly, lashes fluttering as he savours your taste.

“Please just–huh!” You hiccup a sob when his tongue pierces your folds and curls deep within, and you're forced to turn your face into the curve of your elbow and clamp your teeth into the flesh of your bicep to hold in your sounds. Your fingers find his hair again, and you war with yourself whether to push him away or pull him closer, not wanting the pleasure to end, but hungering for something more.

He releases the throbbing little nub with a wet smack, licking his lips lavishly and pressing them just once to the soft swell of your stomach before straightening to his full height and unsnapping the clasp of his slacks to reveal dark navy briefs. Your back arches while your core clenches under the lack of stimulation and he tuts at the desperate way your feet press against the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. The sound is scolding, meant as a warning, but it only serves to feed the beast deep inside and you press your thighs together to try and soothe the ache.

“Open them.” The sharp slap he delivers the the insides of each thigh makes you jump, another twinge of emptiness running through you, but it's not for long as his longer fingers run across your folds to test your wetness, and he pulls them away with a satisfied grin at how drenched the digits are.

You don't get to see his cock, eyes too busy rolling back into your head as the tip parts your folds and his thumb massages slick circles against your clit, but the burn of the stretch tells you just how thick he is. He spreads you open slowly, fingertips digging bruisingly hard into the flesh of your hip while his eyes watch yours, heavily lidded. You struggle to take him all at first, and he draws back gently for a moment before pressing in again, and he quickly leans down to muffle his grunt into the swell of your breasts when he bottoms out inside you.

“O-Oh!” The first thrust of his hips pushes his tip directly into your gspot, and your fingers loop into his nape while you lean up to press your parted lips against his jaw, and he turns his chin to meet them with his own, answering your gasp with a quiet groan. His hips quicken the easier the glide into your core becomes, and soon the light slapping of his hips meeting yours is echoing concerningly loud around the room, but neither of you are capable of caring.

He lifts himself higher onto the bench, hand releasing your hip to hold himself up with his forearm pressed beside you, and his thumb releases your clit to do the same on your other side, hands gliding under your shoulder blades to tangle in your hair. The new angle presses his tip even harder against the best spots and when he rests his weight against you and circles his hips, he's grinding heavily against your clit.

Every moan that his movements pull from you is swallowed by his tongue curling around yours, and when it gets hard to breathe he pulls back to latch his mouth onto your lower lip and suck the swollen flesh until he almost tastes the metallic tang of blood. The little quirks of pain, his teeth in your lip and his fingers tugging on your hair, intensify the pleasure and you're hurtling embarrassingly fast towards your orgasm.

“So–fucking–tight.” Each word is enunciated with a lift and drop of his hips, and your battered clit throbs while your walls flutter even tighter, and he mutters a swear as he pulls himself back up onto palms flat at your sides, maintaining his angle. “Feel that sweetheart? You're gonna cum for me.”

“Pleas–fuck!” He moves too quickly for your hazy mind to keep up with, pulling out of you and tugging you off the bench and onto shaky legs. He doesn't let you fall though, firm hands on your waist when he spins you and presses you forwards on your forearms, stomach sticking to the leather and hips digging almost painfully into the edge of the bench. He towers over you like this, hands holding your waist steady as he realigns with your entrance and thrusts back inside you hard, and your toes curl in mid air where they can't reach the floor.

“Give it to me. Cum on my cock, sweetheart. Feels good?” You're barely coherent enough to understand his words let alone speak, but he's not satisfied until you reply. Both hands release your waist to grab you, one gently finding your throat and the other twisting hard into the roots of your hair and pulling you up into a hard arch. “Answer me!”

“Fuck–so good! I'm–I can't, I'm gonna cum–ah!” The hand in your hair quickly moves to cover your mouth as you start to peak with your release, and the fingers on your throat splay across your chest to take a handful of your breast while he holds you up with ease.

“Good girl, that's it.” The way he has your back arched presses your clit against the firm leather of the bed, and you whimper as your eyes start to roll back, the quick thrusting of his hips rubbing you hard enough to chafe your hipbones. He catches every moan, cry and whimper as you cum, mouth pressed against your shoulder as he pants and grunts against your skin.

Your orgasm is blinding, arms and legs numb, and you can feel yourself going lax in his arms while you come down from the pleasure. He doesn't ease up the moving of his hips very much but he does gently lower you back onto the bench, hands massaging down from the tops of your shoulders to the middle of your back where it had been strained the most, and you moan gently into the leather when his thumb rolls the tired muscles soothingly.

“Cum in me.” His breath hitches against your spine, frozen where he'd leant down to press a kiss to your back in apology, and you can feel the swell his cock gives at the suggestion. You don't know where it'd come from, the sudden craving, but something deep within craved the heat of his release filling your core, and your walls clenched at the idea.

“W-What?” His thrusts resume slowly, but it's the first time you'd heard a level of unsurety in his voice. “Really?”

“Please.” Nodding eagerly, you arch your back to press your hips against his, and he exhales heavily before picking up the pace once more. “I-Inside, want it–hnng!”

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up, hm? Greedy little thing.” His voice is composed even as his hips start to stutter, and his hands squeeze you tight as he slowly loses control. “Ask me! Ask for my cum!”

“Fuck–cum in me! Fill up my greedy pussy, make it yours–please!” His teeth find the flesh of your back but your whimper at the pain is quickly overruled but the gasp you release as the first shot of his cum is pushed deep inside your walls.

He's groaning as quietly as he can, chest heaving and sweat dripping down his jaw to land on your back as he nuzzles your abused skin gently and slowly grinds into you, the last spurts of his cum hot and thick inside you. And he makes sure to lean back, eyes keen as they watch his own length slip from between your folds, only a drop of release managing to follow him. The rest was still deep inside, ready to slowly glide out later and remind you just where he'd been.

“Shit.” He puffs, hands gently massaging your lower back still before he presses a kiss to the back of your head and steps away to retrieve tissues from his desk. Gentle and methodic, he tidies the both of you as best he can and helps you back into your leggings and one sock, chuckling softly at your exhaustion as you flop back onto the bench, still too fucked out to move too much yet. “Your back okay?”

“I might need a repeat appointment Dr. Jung. Unless you intend to bend my back out of shape a second time.” He grins, straightening his clothes and standing between your parted thighs as you push yourself to sit up. He holds you there, fingertips dipped into the curve of your spine as he presses your lips to his one more time.

“I have a private studio at home, if that suits your work schedule better? And call me Hoseok.” You giggle as he nips your lower lip, holding onto his slacks waistband as he leans against you.

“Then I guess you can adjust my back afterwards next time, right Hoseok?” His thumbs dip into your sides and he laughs when you wriggle away slightly.

“Sounds perfect.”

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