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hobiwonder · 4 years ago

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Genre: Hybrid!Namkook. fluorescence by @jincherie AU

Pairing: foxhybrid!Namjoon x Reader x bunnyhybrid!Jungkook ;(

Warnings: language. mention of hybrid trafficing/being sold into sex trafficing, fluff holy shit, angst, Smut (future), very cuddly and shy jungkook, stuttery shy BOYS. I really just wrote this for me.

Words: 5k+

Summary: In a world where humanity is increasingly motivated by how much cash can be made off of... well anything, you’re a human and hybrid rights lawyer. You will do anything to save the ones that never had a choice right from the date of their conception. Even if that means, adopting two hybrids that you absolutely did not mean to.

a/n: hello hello im back from the dead iuhbIUHBUYBGUY okay so, yes this isnt baby baby but i am a bit behind on that so i really hope posting this instead can satiate my sluts for a few more days until i have that done. I have a lot of this written so I will post this on a semi-regular schedule. rest of the schedule i posted will stay the same. it’s just baby baby that’s kicking my BUTT!!!! Lastly, I started writing this before Goo Hara passed away. Opening this document made me a little sad and also happy when i remember Hara and her love for eco-friendly fashion. I guess, this is kind of a tribute to her? anyhow, I hope you guys like it. please please please, validate me. :>)

"Y/n they're going to be sold to this man who works for a black market. What do I do? Oh god. I-I didn't know our company was into that business."

Your best friend is nearing the point of tears and you can understand her frustration. "Listen, Hara, take a deep breath and tell me when exactly this is happening."

A deep breath is taken as you'd suggested, before you hear Hara's voice again through the phone. "Okay... Okay. I was just told by Minseok that there is an auction for the remaining two from the past failed batches. Apparently two others have been adopted and the rest have been pawned off somewhere. I'm not sure. From our division of the company, these two are the ones that have not gone for further testing to be open to the regular public. A-And so now there is a super secret auction happening tonight. It's not open to the regular public as you already know but staff members are able to attend. What do I do y/n? I can't afford them. I have my own to deal with. These poor boys will go to some horrible owner who will use them f-for god knows what."

Now Hara was crying. Openly and brokenly for the possible fate of these 'failed' hybrids that her company had produced. This was a sticky situation and even you, a Human and hybrid rights lawyer, had limited ideas as to what could be done on such a short notice. But you were not about to give up.

"Hara, don't. They will not be bought by some hybrid trafficker okay? I won't let it happen. I will... I will at least try. It's my job, remember?"

Your optimism is convincing enough. And you wholeheartedly believed that something would give. These big corporations had their toes in everywhere and you didn’t yet know if they had already had a designated buyer on the black market they pawned their hybrids off to. Where there was money to be made - no company had morals rigid enough to stop themselves from the temptation. You already lived in an age where human trafficking was no longer a cause for activism or big debates. Not when more species - man made or not - had been created to take advantage of.

“Okay yeah. You’re a badass lawyer, you must have something up your sleeve right?” Her voice is shaky but you confirm with an enthusiastic nod she can’t see.

“Of course! I’ll kick their asses. Surely this can’t be legal? No blackmarket is. Let me have a look at what can be done. I’m assuming you can bring a plus one tonight?”

“Yeah I-I was given a ticket. You’ll be coming with me right?”

“That’s why I asked, silly.” Her relieved chuckle brings a smile to your own lips.

“I’ll see you there. Don’t give up hope until I do, alright?”

“Okay... You’re right.”

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“Fuck this. Fuck my life.” The curses escaped your mouth left and right as you looked over the dozens and dozens of papers splayed out on your oak desk.

Even your comfortable office chair couldn’t stop the knot building up between your shoulder blades. This was bad. Really bad. Corporate law allowed unfit materials to be sold to third parties. What these third parties did with those materials - the company of origin was no longer liable for. In short: These hybrids were going to be bought by someone sketchy with a crystal clear profile and no paper trail unless someone bid higher and bought them.

None of these bastards were rookies. They had solid paperwork where necessary and it would be near impossible to prove their illegal activities when all of them took place on the dark web. A place that opened up more threats and risks than solutions. No legislation covered hybrid rights that weren’t even registered yet. Whoever bought them would have to register them and then the hybrids would be able to receive the minimum protection they had a right to.But you can bet your father’s company that whoever bought them will never register them. Essentially these hybrids will be wiped out from the system.

Fingertips tapping against the wood, each passing minute was precious time lost. it was already 5pm. You had to leave for the dreaded auction in less than an hour and hour and yet here you sat in your chair. Hands itching to do something other than pick up the phone and tell Hara that you were at a loss. What could you do? Who would take them? You didn’t know anyone that was ready to add not one but two hybrids to their household. And ones that were not fully approved to be released. You couldn’t just lie and pawn them off to just anyone. Then you would not be any better than the company trying to get rid of them.

Sighing, you pack up the papers and documents you had initially thought would help. They were of no use anymore. All you could do was go and offer support to Hara. Or Maybe you were going because you still had hope that there would be someone who would save those hybrids. Hope was a dangerous thing for a woman like you but you had it. This was no time to wallow. So you smooth your skirt, touch up your makeup and put on your heels that had men double take.

Maybe you could scare and/or seduce these people in changing their mind?

You laugh at your absurdity, glancing in the mirror one last time before you leave with stacks of files in your hands. You could at least stall them.

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“Y/n! Thank god you’re here.” I’m not so sure about that. Though you opt for a gentle smile and meet her embrace enthusiastically.

You can hear the sniffles coming from Hara who has her head buried in your shoulder. “Hey, no crying okay? No matter what happens.” The comment has her pulling back just as quickly.

“What do you mean? You have a plan for tonight r-right? Y/n..”

How could you do this? Lie to her? This was not fair on her. On anyone really. It wasn’t your fault and neither hers for whatever would happen tonight. She needed to know what to expect. As much as your heart clenched and ached to say the words you were about to; it was important to mentally prepare for the worst.

“Hara... I couldn’t find anything.” Your frown is apologetic. Trying to convey how really truly sorry you were but it doesn’t stop the tears from brewing up in her eyes.

“Oh.. I thought- thought they had a chance y/n.” You reach out for her hand, wanting to alleviate her hurt as soon as possible.

“I will at least try to see who will buy them okay? Don’t worry. We can keep an eye out on who gets them. They will be alive at least, right?” Your attempt at finding a silver lining doesn’t make her look any more reassured than you felt.

Glancing at your watch, you motion towards the building. “Come on. Let’s go before they try and kick us out.”

Hara nods, numbly leading the way towards an auditorium where several people had already taken their seats. You’re not sure how many people you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t... this. There were at best 10 people here. All ten seemingly looked like they knew each other. This could only mean one thing. That this sale was to some degree, arranged. As in, multiple buyers were from the same company posing as separate customers to maximise their chances of acquiring the hybrids.

“Hara, have you seen any of these people before?” Your whisper has her craning her neck to have a good look at all of the men sitting in the front few rows.

“No, I don’t think so.” Her furrowed brows turn to you instead, “Do you recognise any of them?”

Shaking your head, you follow her down the stairs to sit in the row behind the last pair of buyers who were sitting.

“Whoever they are... they don’t look like they are all strangers.” Hara is gripping on to your arm when she hears you, visibly nervous once again. “I’m just speculating, okay?”

Your attempt to ease her, once again, is not enough. But you don’t try again since you don’t even believe your own words. The auctioneer however, stops you from thinking further about the impending events of the night. The man stands in a lab coat, glancing at his watch before he brings his mouth closer to the mic on the dice.

“Let’s begin gentleman... and ladies.” He seems to be surprised to see you and Hara sitting at the back. And before he begins further, he motions someone. Another man approaches the auctioneer and listens carefully as the other whispers. A few seconds later, his eyes fall back to where you sat with your best friend.

Hara’s grasp on your arm tightens once again when the man heads to your general direction. On instinct, your back straightens, posture more solid than before so as to not give anyone the wrong impression that they can mess with you unwarrantedly.

“Excuse me Miss.?”

“Yes?” Your curt reply surprises him but he recovers fast, glancing towards Hara before talking to you again.

“Are you a guest of Ms. Hara?”

“Obviously.” Your unwavering gaze visibly unnerves him. It was obvious to anyone there but you had an idea this was some sort of test.

“May I see your ticket please?” His bogus smile annoys you more than it should. Nonetheless, Hara is fishing out the ticket from her purse and showing the man. He inspects it longer than he should and finally walks back to the auctioneer to let him know you had the right to be here.

“Who would do that if they weren’t running a hoax?” You ask Hara before you can stop yourself.

“Alright. Apologies for the delay. We will now begin. As you are all aware, we are auctioning two of our very elite hybrids from a rare batch. They have not progressed to the next stage of screenings and tests due to some technical difficulties. Thus, we are here to give them a chance at a new home rather than a painful end.” He looks in the audience for effect. Euthanasia is what he meant.

“These hybrids are fully functional however lack a few abilities they were initially designed for. Due to these technical issues deeming them failed to proceed, they are available for purchase at a much lower cost than what they are sold for on the market.” The auctioneer looks so smug the urge to smack his across the face is almost irresistible.

“Right, bring them out Wonho.” Everyone is watching carefully, waiting for the ‘failed’ hybrids and you don’t know what you were expecting.

Not what you see though. Definitely not. Because the two - tall - hybrids entering the stage are not what you expect. Peach and silver tones greet your eyes as well as incredibly sculpted faces. The peach haired hybrid seems to cling to the silver haired one. The man leading the two hybrids seems to be frustrated with their slow pace, giving the peach haired hybrid a little shove and there is only so much you can do to not yell at the top of your lungs for him to get his hands off of them.

The man sighs, letting the two hybrids to just stand in the middle when the peach haired one does not stand apart from the other hybrid. While the shorter of the two hybrids - and much, much shyer - looks around anxiously at the people in the auditorium, the silver haired one has his features set in stone. His eyes don’t look alarmed, they don’t seem scared. He just looks numb. He stares ahead at the people sitting in front of him while the peach haired boy visibly shakes, breathing fast and eyes flitting across every surface. He takes a step back, hiding part of his body behind his silver haired companion for comfort.

“There you have them. The peach haired specimen is a Oryctolagus cuniculus or - a bunny in more simplistic terms. The silver haired specimen is an arctic fox, Vulpes lagopus. Both hybrids are off a rare species and very sought after on the market. Due to technical issues, once again, unfortunately, we are only able to sell them in a pair. They are useless on their own.”

The candid way the auctioneer speaks of them has your blood boiling. But what gets you more is the laughter that sounds in the auditorium. Did these assholes think they were funny? The hybrids - entirely human or not - were present in the room with them. Did they not have any ounce of respect for them? Hara was not faring any better. Watching with a frown as chatter continued among the buyers. The bunny looked even more disturbed, looking around at every man in the front few rows - before his eyes landed on you.

The gasp that leaves you is abrupt. His pained expression holds your gaze, eyes wide and chest heaving. The bunny jumps when the auctioneer speaks again.

“We will now start the bid at $1000. $1200 anyone?” Several hands go up before the auctioneer raises the price to $1400.

Bald, greasy men exchanging glances and crude remarks as they talk amongst themselves. Your heart is thumping, your blood thinning. With each passing second, your throat seems to be closing up. There was nothing you could do to save them, was there? The further the price went up, the more panicked and distraught the bunny looked, gripping his fox companion harder, hiding behind him even more. The silver haired fox looked much like what you had stopped Hara from looking only this morning. Hopeless. His mouth was set in a thin line - just taking in the scenario in front of him. It was obvious he saw his fate before his very eyes and instead of futilely hoping that someone would save them - he stares his aggressors in the eyes.

“Brilliant! We’re at $3000 for the gentleman in the first row. Anyone for $3500?” The said man looked positively smug, sitting with his legs spread lewdly. Most likely sure that no one would contest that price.

Definitely not you.

“$4000.” Your voice yelling above everyone else is even foreign to your own ears. An outer body experience as you watch yourself look the auctioneer straight in his eyes, daring anyone in the room to go higher up on the price. But most of all, you watch the silver haired hybrid’s gaze waver for the first time - looking at you in such surprise like it was the first time he was noticing you.

“Ah... Anyone for $4500?” Only one other hand goes up. The man that had been the prospective buyer before. His face is ballooning with the amount of blood that’s rushing to it.

“Y/n? What are you doin?!” Hara’s frantic whispering flies over your head as you call out once more.

“$6000. Final offer.” You look at the other men in the seats beneath you, challenging them to dispute your offer.

The atmosphere is tense, thick with the tension brewing inside the auditorium and yet you don’t shy away from the angry glares being shot your way. A minute passes. No more offers.

“Sold to Miss?”

“Y/n.”

“-Miss Y/n. Thank you all for participating.” The loud chatter is instantaneous as the auctioneer motions the other lab rat to, assumably, gather the hybrids and their things.

“Y/N! Oh my god.” Hara has all but engulfed you in a tight hug once more. Shaking you slightly out of your own shock. This was not what you had planned but it was done.

She finally pulls back, checking you over like you were ill. “A-Are you sure about this? Oh god, okay we need to head up to the podium.”

Just like she doesn’t wait for your answer, you had not waited for your own either. You hadn’t even asked yourself the question before you had so blindly bid on the two hybrids. You’d been waiting for someone to save them. Someone to come barging in and take them away from these cruel people. Never in a millenia had you thought that someone might be you.

“Here you are Miss. You can deposit a check right now or eftpos the payment. Up to you.”

Benumbed, you take out your phone to open the phone banking application. When you’ve made sure there are sufficient funds transferred from your savings account, you wave your card in front of the auctioneer wordlessly. From the corner of your eyes, you can feel the two hybrids watching you. You wished they had at least let them wait in some sort of waiting room and not witness the jarring experience of several people bidding over them.

“Excellent! The transaction has been approved and a receipt will be emailed to you if you can fill out this form here.” Glancing at the hybrids standing a few feet away from you, clutching a duffle bag each, you try and put down your details as fast as you can.

They had already looked like they wanted to be as farther away from this place as possible and the feeling was mutual. Hara was beside you the whole time, waiting for any cue from you to provide some sort of support or whatever you needed her to do. And if your tongue worked - you would thank her as you filled out the space on the form asking you of your email address. It was sickening how easy it was for you to just... buy them! Would they not do a security or police check on you? Make sure that these hybrids are going to at least a safe home?

You were aware of the long process of hybrids that were ordered from the company. The company had a thorough process of making sure their clients were reputable and trust-worthy. That they wouldn’t do bodily harm to the hybrids but that was a facade so these companies wouldn’t have to spend money in compensation if a client had abused their hybrid in any way and had not been satisfied with what they had ordered. It was a guise. These people didn’t give two shits if the hybrids were not of expectation and couldn’t make them money.

“Am I done here?” Your tone was curt and the auctioneer could sense it.

The fact that you’d fished out more than enough cash for some ‘failed’ hybrids - he was interested in you as a potential future client. You were aware that hybrids of their breed went for $5000 - maximum. The previous greasy bald man had been close to closing a deal for $3000 until you had butted in. So obviously, they were going to kiss your ass.

“Yes Ma’am. That’s all we needed. The hybrids are good to go. Their bags have their guidebooks with them. Thank you for shopping with us.” his bright smile makes you want to hit him with your designer bag.

But even this leather was too good to be wasted on these assholes. “Y/N? Please look a little more friendly. You’ll scare the bunny away.” Hara is speed walking besides you, trying to convince you to soften your stance when you stop right before the bench they had been sitting on.

“Follow me, boys.” You’re not rude. You don’t sound mean either. But you don’t particularly sound like you wanted them. And as much as that was the truth to some degree, you didn’t not want them.

The silver haired hybrid hesitates - watching you with wide, curious eyes. Not the harsh way his eyes had scanned the room before but not exactly friendly and enthusiastic like the bunny. The bunny that was currently tugging on the silver fox’s sleeve wordlessly. His doe eyes silently ask his friend to follow you. But when his feet stay rooted to the same spot, you can’t help but sigh.

“Is there a problem?” A moment’s silence. Then finally the silver haired boy shakes his head, grasping the bunny’s hand and follows you out of the building.

Hara is gripping your hand, relieved tears in her eyes and you can’t keep looking. Because you couldn’t promise her that you would take good care of them. “Thank you Y/n. You didn’t have to do that but... but you did. You’re a good person and these boys are lucky to have you.”

Her eyes are earnest. You know she means every word and she can sense your inner turmoil at your own ability to take care of them. The boys can’t hear you both talking since they are standing near your car, obediently waiting for you. Taking a look at them huddled in the back seat, you turn back to Hara.

“Thanks Har. I will try my best. They deserve a shot at a normal and secure life. I won’t let you down.”

“And you,” she cups your face, making you look back at her. “You deserve love too. I have seen the bunny hybrid in the lab. He will heal all your wounds too. Please be happy and patient with them, okay?”

You nod, a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes but genuine nonetheless. “I’ll see you later. Love you.”

You just wave her goodbye, standing until her car pulls away. Looking back at the two boys waiting patiently in the car - you take a moment to gather yourself.

“Fuck... fuck. Fuck!” You don’t scream out loud. not really. But anyone walking by would be able to see you were stalling something. That something is going to your car and then going home.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to bite the bullet and face the reality. Getting in the driver’s seat, you look back at the two hybrids watching you from your rearview mirror. Giving them a small smile, you notice the bunny hybrid’s shoulders relax a little.

“Let’s go home.” Your voice is light and airy. Hoping to put them at ease. They were yours now.

You were their saviour.

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“Home sweet home.” Letting them pass you, entering the condo, you let them take in their surroundings.

The bunny is still latched on to the taller hybrid’s flannel, hiding behind him when the fox hybrid comes to stand beside a couch. Both of them look at you - as if waiting for you to allow them to sit. The silver haired fox is holding on to the bunny’s hand, watching you with a dour look.

“Go on.” You head motions towards the comfortable three seater couch. “Have a seat. No need to be shy.”

Of course, you want to palm yourself after your remark. Of course they were shy. Well, the bunny mostly. The fox looked to be very suspicious and not exactly friendly. Though you could understand his apprehension. He was about to be sold to some very nefarious people. He seemed to be a bit older than the bunny and had a look of ambiance that only came with experiencing harsh times. Your heart felt for him.

The bunny doesn’t wait too long, sitting on the couch - well plopping is more like it - whereas the fox takes his time, battling with himself if he should or not. When you keep watching him, waiting for him to sit, he thankfully gives in and sits besides his friend.

Once you can tell that they are comfortable - as comfortable as they can be, you ask your first question. “So, what are your names?”

You smile at them gently, letting them know you are their friend. At least hoping that they can conclude that from the fact that you told them about their new home on the car ride over.

The bunny’s eyes are wide, face heating up as if you asked him a rather scandalous question and not just his name. Your heart skips a beat when the lovely blush blossoms across his face that’s hiding in the fox’s shoulder.

“Well? Can you tell me, bun? What’s your name?” Your question being directed to the bunny only makes the blush more visible. You could see his face reddening further in embarrassment and the colour being rather more visible on his neck too.

The smile doesn’t diminish from your face. Not even after seeing the way the fox is almost glaring at you but you were positive that the bunny wasn’t hiding because he was afraid of you.

“J-Jungkook. ‘m J-Jungk-kook” The answer proves to be too much for him to mumble, lips catching his plumper bottom lip as he peeks at you through one eye that isn’t hidden in the fox’s shoulder.

“Jungkook. That’s a lovely name, bun.” Your smile widens when you see the corners of his mouth stirring up a little at your compliment.

Your heart was so full. Never did you think you would feel these dizzying emotions at a pretty boy merely muttering his name. His name. If this was your reaction at finding out one of their names, you were not going to survive getting to know them before you went full mother-hen mode on anyone that tried to harm them.

“What about you, hm?” Your smile is a lingering effect of just looking at Jungkook’s adorable blushing face and you don’t let it falter even if the fox hybrid is visibly more aloof.

‘Be patient with them y/n.’ You remind yourself of Hara’s words over and over.

“Namjoon.” The smile halts briefly at the deep timbre of his tone. You had not been expecting him to sound like molten chocolate and sweeter than honey. You realise you wanted to hear him more. Hear him speak about mundane topics over and over because that’s how good he sounded to you.

“Namjoon.” the name rolls off your tongue smoothly, just like his voice. You’re still watching his face, waiting for any sort of reaction even if it’s not as endearing as Jungkook’s. Just something. But his face remains passive. A slight twitch of his lips but that’s it. The pessimistic part of your brain convinces you that it could have been a frown and not a smile that he’s fought away.

But you needed to remain positive.

“T-That’s… a very nice name too.” He doesn’t look convinced at your reply though. Namjoon continues to watch you and now you’re the one blushing from the heat of his stare.

Jungkook is watching Namjoon just as cautiously as you. Like he expected him to be like that. Austere and unwilling to be forthcoming with information about himself. Telling yourself that he’ll adjust with time, you opt for a smile that’s sent Jungkook’s way - making the bunny hide behind Namjoon again. Almost like when a child is cautious and shys away from a stranger they meet. That’s what it was. A childlike innocence to Jungkook which awoke every instinct in you to protect him. Maybe that’s why his eyes had convinced you that you needed to take them home with you.

“Okay boys. I’ll show you to your rooms.” Furrowing your brows at the way Jungkook clutches Namjoon harder with panicked eyes, you turn around to look at them again.

“You don’t need to stay in separate rooms if you don’t want to, okay?” Namjoon regards you with a look before nodding - eyes cast down once again.

“Good. You both are very quiet but that’s okay - I can talk enough for the three of us.” The wink that you send Jungkook’s way only has him sputtering with embarrassment as the lovely rose tints his full round cheeks.

“But you do have to tell me when you are not okay with something, alright? I can’t read your pretty little heads.” As you say the last few words, your hand reaches out to shuffle the bunny’s peach hair.

What you don’t expect, is him flinching away so violently that even you are startled, taking a step back. Jungkook is hiding behind Namjoon completely now, shaking and you want to reach out. Say sorry and take it all back.

“I’m… I’m so sorry. I didn’t-”

“Hey, kook, it’s alright. It’s okay.” Namjoon’s voice reverberates through the quiet hallway, soothing the bunny’s shaking frame, whispering gentle assurances and you’re about to choke up.

What happened to him? Who did this to him. For him to be this scared. Watching Namjoon hug the shaking bunny tightly, sniffling away in his chest, only makes you feel more guilty at your brash treatment. Were you coming on too strong? God you were so out of your depth.

“I didn’t mean to scare you Jungkook. Honey..” You’re trying your best to reach out to him but the way Namjoon stands between you and him like a wall - it’s obvious he was waiting for something like this to happen. He was cautious of you and now his beliefs have been reinforced to not trust you or whatever nonsense he’s thinking.

You couldn’t blame him though. You really couldn’t.

“Please be careful, miss. He’s not a toy.” Namjoon’s voice trembles. Just the way - you now notice - his bottom lip does. He’s holding back tears and you really don’t know what to do. Except try your best to take their pain away.

“I’m.. I’m really sorry Namjoon. I didn’t mean to upset him.” You open the door to the room quickly, making sure there are blankets and pillows on the bed before coming out to tell them.

“Take him inside Namjoon. I’ll… I’ll leave you two alone, for now. Let me know if you need anything?” Namjoon merely nods, not being able to look you in the eyes but the bite of his lip tells you he’s trying to hold it together.

Jungkook’s hiccups catch your attention and you pull yourself out of your self-pity session. Only wanting to make sure that both of the hybrids are comfortable and just not feeling the way they are right now. Gesturing your head forward again, you nod at Namjoon when he looks at you one last time before heading into the room. The bunny holds onto Namjoon tightly, letting him walk into the room and when they are fully in - you close the door behind them. Giving them their privacy and also because you had a feeling they needed to be by themselves to really understand their current situation. That you were their new owner and this was their home.

A permanent home.

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years ago

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Thursday 14 May 1835

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no kiss dull rain threatening morning - ¼ hour writing journal of yesterday till 9 ¼ at which hour F48 ½° and at which hour breakfast - had Booth and Mr Bradley and Aquilla Green till 11 - the latter wanted me to let him have some posts and rails yes! Mr Bradley begged the [centres] might not be struck till Monday! took Booth to explain about the ice house - as I saw he (Mr B-) did not want me I left them to themselves but would have the ice house plan altered - the pit to be perpendicular and the passage so as a barrow could go along it - Booth very poorly when he had done with Mr B- had him into the north dining room and shewed him the plan of Northgate and of Lodges had had Washington ever since 11 to near 1 planning the stable part of Northgate - Booth staid till 2 - could make no guess about the cost of Northgate - thinks the mason work of the lodge plan I liked best, might be done for £150 - A- wished me to go with her to Cliff hill - walked by her side - sat 1/2 hour at Cliff hill till 3 ¼ - in returning found Eugenie and Matthew in the hut - annoyed, but very quiet, and said little or nothing to them but merely that they had better go home - I should say nothing to E- there - with Charles H- - he and James had just got the beam up to carry the granary floor over the new coach house - had Robert Mann - said we really must have some agreement about the new drift - Holt must come - A- returned at 6 - dinner at 6 25 - coffee - our new man John Clark waited very fairly well - seems likely so suit us - told A- what had happened - resolved to give Eugenie warning - sent for her into the dressing room - ‘E- have you any expectation of marrying Matthew?’ ‘ No madame!’ ‘very well! then you may consider yourself at liberty this day month!’ - E- attempted to excuse herself but I merely replied -‘I have nothing more to say’ and walked off - told Marian what had passed - she not at all sorry - talking to A- 20 minutes with my aunt till 10 10 - finish but dull cold day till 5pm then a little rain and rainy night, and F47 ½° at 10 40 pm - George rode the pony to the post this evening - then sent back with message to Greenwood to come at 10 am tomorrow to see the Northgate plans before my sending them off - George in a hurt I suppose - and in trotting the pony down the hill threw him down and cut his knees terribly - very careless - did not say much, but said he might mind better or I could not do with it - ought to have taken more care; as he had had the animal down before -

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scarletwinterxx · 4 years ago

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First and Last pt. 1

Welcome to my new series! I’m so excited to write this one, I hope you guys like it.

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PART ONE || PART TWO || PART THREE || PART FOUR || FINALE || BONUS

“I do have a girlfriend”

The moment those words left Donghyuck’s mouth, he knew he was in trouble.

There’s room for mistakes with the statement he just made, like for one he doesn’t have a girlfriend, two he wouldn’t know where he could find a girlfriend and number three he knows atleast one of his friends knew he was lying.

“Finally moved on from Lia?” Jaemin asked, making the rest of the boys turn to him and for Donghyuck to make a face

“I thought I made it clear we don’t say that name out loud” Renjun not so subtly said

“You know I can hear you right?” Donghyuck asked his three bestfriends

“Just pretend that you didn’t” Renjun told him. The rest of their lunch period was spent on talking about random stuff and what to eat for dinner tonight but Donghyuck was still thinking of a way to get himself out of the little white lie he just said.

“Yuta hyung texted, he said they’re throwing a party this Friday. You should take your girlfriend” Jaemin just when Donghyuck thought they let go of that topic

“I’ll ask her” He mumbled, Renjun eyed him before asking the ultimate question

“Do we know her? What’s her name?”

That made Jeno and Jaemin look at Donghyuck too, waiting for his answer.

At that exact moment, Y/N was in his line of sight. She was just walking past behind the three boys, her earphones on and a book clutched in her hand

“Y/L/N Y/N”

“Y/N? Like the same Y/N in our Chemistry class?” Jeno asked, he was trying to recall if he ever saw the two talk or have any kind of interaction but he came up empty

“Yea, but please don’t corner her. We’re trying to keep it on the down low” Donghyuck quickly added, a loophole he was lucky enough to thought of

“No promises, we need to go now or else we’ll be late again” Renjun said then pulled on Donghyuck’s arm, going the opposite direction his supposed girlfriend went.

What has he gotten himself into.

For the entirety of this semester, Y/N is probably the only student in this campus that hasn’t gone out to party atleast once. It’s never been her thing and she honestly doesn’t see it being her thing now.

“Why don’t you come with us this Friday? There’s a party we’re going to” one of her classmates said earlier, she was already thinking of an excuse to say as to why she can’t come.

Y/N thinks they’re used it by now. She does feel guilty saying no all the time. It does feel like she’s being a bad friend but the mere thought of being in a house with a bunch of people she doesn’t know is already making her feel very anxious.

“Call us if you change your mind” her classmate said with a smile before exiting the room

Y/N was just about to exit the room too when she heard someone call for me. Turning around to see who it was, it was a bit surprising.

Lee Donghyuck or Haechan as his friends and most people call him, was now walking towards her. Y/N knows him because they did an assignment together back in freshmen orientation week .

He was the kind of guy who is her total opposite, unlike her who cowers away from parties he was the life of it. He was always surrounded with his friends and everyone liked him. He has this aura about him that just makes you feel comfortable, she can’t quite pinpoint it.

Y/N looked behind her to see if it was really her he was calling out to, which was kind of dumb since he was calling her name.

“Me?” Y/N said pointing to myself, now he was standing infront of her.

“Hi, I’m-”

“Donghyuck, right?” she asked, cutting off his introduction

“I was going to say Haechan but yes I’m Donghyuck” He said, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and pulling on the strap of his bag with the other

“Can I help you with anything?” Y/N asked him, it’s not like she felt uncomfortable talking to him. She did think it was weird that even people like her, someone who is very anti-social, feels comfortable around him.

“Yes, uhm this might sound a bit weird but I need to ask you a favor”

“What?”

“A favor”

“Yes, but why would it be weird?” Y/N asked, shooting him a confused look

He looked around the room, which was now empty before his eyes landed back on me

“I kind of told my friends you’re my girlfriend”

There’s so many things Y/N should be asking about, but of course the first one she thought of is,

“Why me?”

“You were walking past us when my friends were interrogating me, and we worked together before right? So I just thought why not, I kind of know you already” he answered. Y/N has never seen him nervous before but she guess this is how he looks like when he is.

“You’re friends with other girls though” Y/N mumbled, emotion flashed across his face. Was it rejection or hurt? She wasn’t sure but she’s already feeling guilty and anxious.

“I know, but my bestfriends know them too. You’re kind the only one who they don’t know yet. If you’re up for it, I totally understand”

It shouldn’t be her problem really. Why should she care? He doesn’t know her, why would he pick her to be his fake girlfriend?

A thousand things were already running through Y/N’s mind

“I’m not sure- I”

“Hey, it’s okay. If you don’t feel comfortable that’s totally fine with me” he showed her a small smile, before looking around the room again

“I’ll think about it”

Even Y/N was surprised with what she just said.

“What? You will? I mean that’s cool but like I said if you’re not up for it, it’s fine. I absolutely understand”

“Okay” she shot him a smile

“Okay, we can talk more about it later? At the cafe near town square?” he asked me. Y/N thought about it for a second, she really didn’t have anywhere to go.

“Sure” she agreed, he shot me a big smile before saying a quick thank you and then walked out of the room.

What did she get herself into?

Y/N’s last class for the day was done, Donghyuck texted her earlier to confirm our meet-up time.

He probably still had Y/N number from the last time they met, so she shot him a quick text that she was on her way.

Y/N’s not going to lie she did consider not showing up and making up an excuse like she didn’t feel good or she had a paper due tonight but for once she mustered up the courage to go out.

This being the only out-of-the-box thing she’s done her whole life seems a bit sad and disappointing, she kept thinking how other people her age would have double the amount of stories to tell.

As she walks to the cafe, she was already thinking of questions to ask him. But Y/N also thought what if she sound too pushy or something.

Y/N was a bundle of anxious nerves when she got there, she searched around the room to see him sitting alone in a booth.

Donghyuck was on his phone so he didn’t see Y/N come in, she made her way to where he was before clearing her throat which made him look up

“Hey, you made it”

she almost didn’t

“Hi, sorry I’m late” Y/N mumbled then took the seat across from

“It’s fine I wasn’t waiting that long, should we order something?” he asked her, they both stood up again to see the menu. Y/N was just looking around while he was beside her reading the menu,

“Do you want coffee or tea?” Donghyuck offered

“Uh, no thank you” she answered with a polite smile.

“You sure?”

“It’s like 5pm, I won’t be able to go to sleep if I drink coffee now” she told him

“Okay, how about those cookies?” He saw how she was looking at the cookies on display

“It’s fine really-” “My treat, I owe you anyways”

Y/N thinks she knows why she feels comfortable around him. There’s something about his eyes or just him in general that makes him look so innocent in certain moments. It’s not there often but you can see it if you pay attention

“Okay, thank you”

“Think of this as our first date”

That made Y/N turn to look at him so fast she thinks she gave herself a whiplash, he just chuckled at the girl’s expression

“What? Okay I’ll take you out somewhere better if this doesn’t cut it for a good first date”

“This is a date?” Y/N asked, again the boy just chuckled at her

“We can pretend it is, I did tell my friends that you’re my girlfriend”

Every time he says those words, Y/N get this feeling she don’t quite understand. Was it panic, anxiety, or excitement she wasn’t sure.

After getting drinks and snacks they went back to the table they were previously occupying,

“So I was thinking-”

“Actually I came to tell you I can’t do it” Y/N cut Donghyuck off

He looked straight at Y/N, after a few seconds she looked away. Feeling a little conscious under his gaze

“You can’t do it?”

“Yeah, uhm. I’m sorry but I’m not the girl for you, Donghyuck. Even if we can make up a pretty convincing story, I don’t see how you would like a girl like me”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he looked genuinely confused.

Y/N took a deep breath before starting the explanation she has thought over and over during the whole day

“You’ve said it yourself, you only picked me because I was passing by. You wouldn’t have even thought of me if I didn’t. We’ve never hung out during or after school, the last time we talked was last semester, you’re clearly the life of the party while I avoid them like a plague”

“So you’re saying we’re too opposite for me to like you?” he asked,

“You don’t like me, we’re just pretending. What I’m saying is no one’s gonna believe it. I’m not anything like Lia” Y/N said, referring to his ex-girlfriend. She wasn’t the one for campus gossip and all that but it was hard not to know when literally everyone in every class she was in was talking about them.

At the mention of her name, Donghyuck looked away. Another emotion flashing across his face but went as soon as it came. Y/N thought maybe she shouldn’t have brought her up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring her up” she mumbled, already feeling the guilt set in

“Don’t worry about it, I’m used to it”

“Doesn’t make me any less sorry” her reply made him chuckle, taking a quick sip of his iced coffee before looking at the girl sitting across from him

“It was messed up, what happened between her and I. I’m also sick of people looking at me with the pity eyes” he told Y/N, “That’s why I said I had a girlfriend. To get my friends off my back.”

“I’m sorry about that”

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault, I’m the one who pulled you into this mess” he shot her a tight lipped smile.

Y/N did give his proposition a lot of thought. It will be so unlike of her to go with his plan but also she doesn’t have anything to lose. After hearing why he did it, he sounded like he did need her help but Y/N’s doubts about herself were already eating her away.

She was thinking about him and Lia, how similar they were. How pretty she is, how popular and kind and talented she is. She was nothing like any of those things. How can someone ever believe Donghyuck is dating her? Her of all people.

“I should be get going, I have some work to do” Y/N said, an excuse that she just made up. It was overused, even she was tired of hearing herself say it but she was so used to cowering back to her shell all the time.

“Okay, thanks by the way. For hearing me out atleast”

“Sorry I couldn’t help you” Y/N told him, he shot Y/N a small smile while shaking his head at her “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you around”

They bid goodbye to each other and went their separate ways for the night.

If Y/N only knew this wasn’t the last time Lee Donghyuck would be invading her mind.

A few days passed since their meeting at the café, Donghyuck was still thinking of an excuse to say when he arrive at the party alone. Which was happening hours away from now.

He thought about not going but that seemed like he was avoiding something, so that option was out of the window.

He didn’t want to push Y/N, she seemed like a great girl. Too great for him if he’s being honest. But she looked really unsettled with his plan so he decided not to insist.

Donghyuck would just have to live with his friends pestering him about his lovelife.

When Donghyuck arrived at the party, he quickly searched the crowd for his friends. They texted him saying they were already here, already asking Hyuck where he was and if he was taking his girlfriend with him.

He made a beeline for the kitchen to grab a drink, not in the mood to get drunk or anything so he took a can of cola from the fridge before leaning on the counter.

“Haechan, is that you?” at the sound of the voice calling out to him, Hyuck’s body felt frozen.

Why was she here? Why did no one told him she was coming and why was she talking to him

“Hi” he awkwardly said, mentally slapping himself for sounding too awkward

“Haven’t talked to you in a while” Lia said with a smile on, as if she didn’t just break his heart less than a year ago

“That’s because you broke up with me” He told her, his face stoic. Lia looked at him, she was still sporting an innocent smile on. Once upon a time that would have made Hyuck’s heart beat faster but now he just wanted to get out of this kitchen and find his friends.

“We should talk, Haechan-“

“I have nothing left to say to you. You’re the one who broke up with me remember?” he told the girl, this time the smile disappeared from her face. “I just wanted to say I miss you”

It was a lie. He knew that.

He would be the biggest fool if he believed that but Lia can be persistent if she wants to be

“Well I didn’t” Hyuck mumbled, he walked around her trying to get out of the kitchen and away from her but Lia’s hand caught Hyuck’s arm making him halt his steps.

“That’s a lie, we both know that’s a lie”

“Don’t put words into my mouth, Lia. I don’t miss you, not anymore”

“The last time I checked you’re the one who hasn’t moved on” she told him, in that statement he knew what she was trying to do. Lia knew she had Hyuck on the palm of her hands, but he didn’t want to be anymore.

As if the heavens heard him, someone pulled his arm away from Lia’s grasp and stood in between them

“And who told you that?” Y/N asked the girl, this was a surprise to everyone in the room. Donghyuck haven’t talked to Y/N since that day on the café, where if he remembers correctly he was turned down.

“Who are you?” Lia asked back, not in a bitchy way but in a confused way

“Donghyuck’s girlfriend” Y/N answered without missing a beat, Hyuck wasn’t going to lie he wanted to cheer her on out loud but he kept his mouth shut. Y/N’s hand was still around his arm, holding on to it tightly as she stood in front of him about to put his ex-girlfriend in her place.

“Donghyuck? Girlfriend?” Lia asked, looking behind Y/N to see Hyuck looking at his ‘girlfriend’ with a proud smile on.

“Yes and yes, I’m not the one to be territorial or be one of those girls who stop their boyfriends from being friends with other girls but I think you got the wrong idea here. Lia right?”

Hyuck wanted to laugh out loud. This was a side of you he didn’t know and he liked it.

“Well, Lia. I would like to say I heard so much about you but I honestly haven’t. But I would greatly appreciate it if you don’t ask my boyfriend if he misses you because clearly he doesn’t” Y/N said then sent Lia a smile.

Hyuck let out a little chuckle, this made Y/N loosen her grasp on his arm so Donghyuck took this chance to snake his arm around her waist and pull Y/N closer to him.

“This is Y/N by the way, my girlfriend” He said to the other girl, the gloomy night doing a full 180.

Lia looked between the two, a sour look evading her face before she quickly replaces it with a smile. A fake one. After that she walked away without a single word.

“Holy shit, I just that” he heard Y/N mutter to herself, “You’re here” he mumbled back making her turn to look at him

“Yea, Hi” she awkwardly said making Hyuck let out a laugh, “I thought you didn’t want to.. you know”

“I took some time to think about it, I don’t really have anything to lose here. And with just happened I think your friends are the least of your worries” Y/N said, referring to the scene earlier

“Yeah that was unexpected”

“You looked like you needed the save” she told him, her statement made Donghyuck smile.

He doesn’t know why but he was glad Y/N changed her mind and she was here. And she was right, he did need the saving. He just wasn’t aware that he did.

“Thanks”

“So boyfriend, are you ready to go out or was that enough show for the night?” she asked her with a smile

He held his hand out to her to which she just looked at, “You okay with this?” Hyuck asked, his voice quiet. Y/N shot him a smile before intertwining their fingers

“Don’t let me go or I might get lost” she mumbled, making Donghyuck laugh

“I won’t”

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I Promise

Part 4

Siren Han/ Reader (Ft. Choi San ATEEZ)

Word Count:3350 words

Warnings: None so far

Summary: I'm not good at it so lets just begin

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Part 4:

Minho’s POV:

I can't believe this, why, why of all the people I have to be the one who sees these messed up things?, “you sure that was a mermaid?” I asked the person for like the fifth time, the guy was terrified, “yes I swear it had a blue tail and black hair, and red eyes, I don't know the exact way she looked, do you think I'm crazy too?” I sighed again and rubbed my temple, “no sir, for the last time I don't think you're crazy, trust me they very much do exist.. And I'll take your case and investigate don't worry” with that I got up and left the buzzing coffee shop.

A few days ago if someone told me that mermaids existed id likely slap there face, but now *sigh* id believe them, totally not giving another minute of thought, I walk on the pavement the sun setting on me, mind thinking of my next destination, but my mind was now clouded with weird thoughts

What if Y/n is in danger?

What if I made a mistake in judging Han ?

What if he's the one who's behind all the killing and disappearance?

And why in the world was this all hidden?, why did the police not investigate this, my head was spinning and I realized that I had walked all the way to the beach, obviously I cant investigate this, the murder was like a month ago there might be no evidence, I got to head home, the file was in my hand, the cold breeze was blowing through my hair, unlike Y/n she gets relaxed when the cold breeze hits her but not me i get more anxious of what's gonna happen next.

I got home and just stood before the door for a minute. I needed to collect my thoughts before I saw him.

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Han ’s Pov;

She ran away, SHE LITERALLY RAN AWAY…….. I mean I was kind of expecting it but still, I sigh as my hands go on my neck, did i…. Did I perhaps mess..up?, did she not like it?, or was it too soon?.... Come on Han Jisung, how could you not have read the mood? As I was about to swear at myself again, the door opened, I turned to see who it was and saw Minho Hyung standing outside, glaring at me. I swear if human eyes were replaced with laser beams, I would have been dead long ago.

Taking that as a clue to leave, I turn around and slowly walk to the bathroom. “We need to talk,” He said, “gosh I'm dead” I whispered under my breath “not yet” he said and went outside

ears of a bat .

I followed him outside and we walked for a while, after several minutes of walking Minho Hyung stopped dead in his track, and i did the same, mind filled with endless thoughts of what's gonna happen, he turns around and looks at me, no he stares at me, he gives me a full scan and then opens the file in his hand, and then shoves it in my direction, I take the file and blink a bit.

Why would he give me this?

Putting my thoughts aside, I scan my eyes over it “was it you” he asks, i look up “what?” I ask giving him a full confused look, “wait you cant read” he says and brings his hand forward, but I retreat a bit “I can, we sirens learn how to read and write, for crisis like this” I say “and this file is talking about a mysterious murder at sea by a mermaid, so what do I have to do with it” I ask, He looks at me again, this time with a look of confusion “well your the only mermaid I meat so…. Be honest is it you”

To be honest at that exact moment I wanted to pick up a rock and hit it hard on the nearest jellyfish, but this is not the proper moment to lose it Han so I sighed instead “I really don’t know why humans compare us with mermaids, “look Hyung mermaids and Sirens are different mermaids are scarier and are more close to a fish and we Sirens look more like humans, and I can tell you this was done by a mermaid because mermaids eat human hearts in hopes to become like them they are highly stupid….if you need my help to crack this case I’ll help” I said moving my hands in many ways possible, he looked at the floor and then went in a deep trail of thought, which trust me was a long wait.

“Okay fine I trust you for now, and yes I need your help tomorrow at 5 pm k” I nodded and we headed back. I hope whoever was the victim did not die in the sea or near it

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Y/n’s POV:

I was startled, confused, happy many emotions in one and who wouldn’t be after that kiss especially, I look at Darong who was sleeping peacefully while I sat at the chair at the corner of my room mind drifting in my thoughts, in moments like these I wanna take a walk by the sea but I can’t cuz he might be sleeping on the couch which is near the door to be honest I don’t have the guts to even pass by there. God. No

If Minho found out about this he is gonna kill him. I shook my head, sweet thoughts Y/n sweet thoughts, I mean by now everyone should know that I’m an over thinker. An over thinker of extreme level. I slowly opened the door and peeked outside to see the lights off, which meant it was pretty dark, so I can slowly sneak out and make my way to the beach.

I do exactly that, in the execution of my plan I slowly tiptoe my way to the door and lucky me I make it, now the challenge was opening the door cuz the damn door makes too much noise for mere simple movement, let’s just hope he’s a deep sleeper, I slowly open the door a little and squeeze my way outside, I close the door and sigh in relief and make my way to the beach and sit down in the cold soft sand.

It’s so peaceful, that I never realized it, suddenly I feel a small sting in my right hand I look at it but can’t see anything, must be a muscle pain I sigh and divert my attention back to the sea, the reason why I’m afraid of the sea is sharks lol I think everyone has the same reason. “It’s nice isn't it?” a voice behind me says I turn around to see my brother standing and smiling with a blanket in his hands, he sits down and places the blanket on both of our shoulders.

“Hey” I say softly as he replies back with a smile “nice to see you enjoying the moment” he says and I smile we both sit there silently staring at the endless sea “what really brings you here if it’s me I should tell you I’m perfectly capable of handling myself” I say he laughs and ruffles my hair “I know, I know and no I didn't come here because of you I was posted here” he says and I give my eyes a little squint to indicate that I don’t believe you “what?” He says laughing, I sigh and look at the sea “I don’t know why they would send Korea's greatest detective to a place where crime hardly happens” I say as I hear him sigh “same I don’t even know too but hey isn't it good I’m here we’ll get to spend some quality family time” he says “yeah” I answer silently.

Then we go back to being silent, after few moments of dead but peaceful silence “if there’s anything that’s bothering you, know that I’m waiting throughout the season” he says and I stop remembering the story of the flower that waited for the Prince through all the seasons, I smile

He remembers

“And I will always be there for you, waiting through all the seasons” I smile and put my head on his shoulder.

“I’m Glad your here”

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The next day comes by pretty quickly, as we all get dressed up and sit on the table, barely meeting eyes with Han , but I could make out the blush on his face and I chuckle a little, so I’m not the only one.

“I’m hungry what should we eat” after a whole day of being locked in my room reading, skimping breakfast we all sat down to decide what to eat, after moments of brainstorming I come up with an idea “I know a good chicken place here” I say as both Han and Minho’s eyes light up, I laugh a little they look like small puppy’s wagging their tails at the sound of treat.

We all got up and headed to get ready and wear our shoes. The sky was clear today, our walk was as silent as the grave itself but none of us complained.

“We’re here” I announced as I hoped in front of the door, nothing makes me more happy than chicken itself, I pushed the door open and made my way in the shop, the shop was quiet not a soul in sight

Is he not here?

Suddenly a loud thud came from the kitchen and I ran, my first guess was that halmonie fell, my second guess was it was a ghost. As I got to the kitchen San sat on the ground looking at the dishes which were now half broken and half not, “Are you okay?” I said as he looked up at me surprised, I went to his side, “yeah I’m fine, how come your here you should have called me up is everything okay?” He asked as I helped him up, he brushed his knees with his hands, I smiled at the kindness and nodded my head “we came here to have some chicken” I said San placed the last dish in the bin and gave me a questioning look “we?” He asked and glanced behind me to see Han leaning on the door and my brother looking at the now cleaned floor with awe, “uhhh hello Han and…..officer Minho?” He said, I turned to my brother as he smiled and waved at San, “you guys know each other?” Me and San said at the same time to each other, I smiled “yeah he’s my brother” I said, “ohhh well we met at the grocery store he helped me drop some heavy boxes to the shop” he said, which pretty much cleared up everything.

The table was filled with chicken and we all sat down including San, “thanks for the food” we all said and San smiled, the chicken was so good, I reached out for another one but my hand touched something I looked up to see Han ’s hand was upon my hand and his eyes were now on me, I silently withdraw my hands, and stare at my plate, Han picks up the chicken and silently places it in my plate and gets up “Minho Hyung let’s go it’s 5pm”. I stop and for the first after a while I stare at him and then my brother, “where are you guys going?” I asked, Minho got up and placed his chair back “I have something I need his help with, bye San '' he smiled and they left.

“So they look close” San said and to be honest I wanted to laugh at that thought, “you think?” I said as I went back to eating my chicken, San looked up, “what they aren't?” he said but I'll leave him to figure that out

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Han ’s POV:

It was now 6, the sun was almost about to set and yet we found nothing, to be honest how could we, the mermaid would have escaped a long time ago, but still we looked around the beach again and again, “I guess that sums up our search, we found nothing” Hyung said and kept on walking at a steady pace, “we still haven't checked out that cave yet” I said and pointed at the cave in front of us, he looked at the cave then back at me, “you sure?” he said and I nodded.

The cave was dimly lit, we looked not to sharply, but found nothing, “let's go home” Hyung said as he sighed, I nodded as we started to head back, when we heard a voice, the voice sounded like someone was struggling, the both of us turned our heads towards the sound, Hyung started to walk towards it when I stopped him “let me” I said as I told him to close his ears as tight as he could, and he gave me a questioning look but did what I said. I opened my mouth and started to sing, a siren's voice can also enchant mermaids/merman's, my words coming out as a sweet command, this was the same song I used to enchant Y/n but it somehow didn't work on her, my voice echoed in the caves, I played with the words and started to slowly walk towards the now quiet struggling sound, and as I thought we found our culprit, a mermaid stuck in a fishnet, her eyes were now yellow gold, hypnotized by my song, with my hand I motioned for Hyung to come, when he came near and saw the mermaid his eyes widened, not at her beauty (cuz they aren't pretty), with that we carried her home still hypnotized.

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Y/N’S POV:

I came back home tired, but me and San had lots of fun, I walked in and Darong came running but then she stopped and looked at me and then went back “HEY WHO DID YOU EXPECT” I yelled, she must have been expecting Han for sure the two of them are close now I guess, I rubbed the back of my neck, boy was I tired, I went to my room and placed my bag on the bed and went to the bathroom.

I washed my face and stared at my reflection, black hair coming out of my headband a little, I should take a bath. I thought and went to the bath to fill it up, but what I saw there was unbelievable.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

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Y/n’s POV:

THERE WAS A FREAKING MERMAID IN MY BATHTUB, I tumbled back about to slip I close my eyes, but that contact with the floor never came I slowly open my eyes to see myself in Han ’s arms, I look up to see wide eyes as if he was in shock, Minho came running “WHAT WHAT!?” he said, as Han lets go of me and I stand up, clearing my throat I look at the creature now glaring and hissing at us, “why is there a mermaid in my bathtub?” I ask pointing at the creature, and looking at Han , he glances at my brother then at the mermaid “well…..ask your brother” he says turning away, Ask my brother, why I mean why would he…

I turn to my brother, and he gives Han a panicked look, then scratches his head “well it's complicated but, there was this unsolved case I got and it involved a certain mermaid killing people, so I asked Han to help me crack it and we found her and so here we are now” he said, his voice getting faint after every word, after that he looks at the ground like I've scolded him for stealing candy or something.

I sigh averting my gaze to the mermaid, “okay fine but .. both of you .. stop looking like kicked dogs” I say as my brother, Han and I head outside the bathroom i carefully close the door, “*yawn* I'm gonna go sleep then, night” my brother says and runs away after ruffling my hair, I blink sometimes i wonder What exactly is happening in his head?.

I turn to look at Han , he was staring at the door, trying to make sense at what just happened, I smile, he looks more paler today, pale and tired, like the stupid idiot I am without thinking I reach up and touch his forehead, he turns to me, when my eyes meat his, I saw those eyes loosing there color and he was definitely cold, way cold for a normal person, or siren.

“Are you … feeling okay..?” i ask he nods and stares at me, his hand comes up, and cups my face, my freaking breath stops, we just stay like that for a minute, suddenly the color of his eyes change to yellow and then back to his normal eye color, he hisses and places his hand on his head, “Hey! Han , Han ” I panic, he recovers quickly and then gets up and heads out of my room, “Han !” I say, he turns around and smiles, “I'm fine” he says and leaves.

I hope he really is alright.

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Han ’s POV:

shit , shit, shit, I tumble my way to the sofa, this is bad this is super bad, my head hurts so freaking much, I breath in through the nose trying to calm myself down, but I cant my ears are buzzing and I'm hearing voices.

Born of sea turns to sea form

Born of land bleeds and turns to sand

But cursed to be a part of the sea, doesn't break easily

Does Not remember anything

Love can break the biggest spell

Can tame the curliest of beasts

My eyes widen, these are the same voices I heard when I was a siren, back in the sea, I hiss as the pain sharpens, I rush out of the house and to the sea, breathing I try to concentrate on the cool breeze, the pain stops but I can still make out those voices, like a faint whisper, what does that even mean?.

After a minute or two the voices die down too, and I take a sigh of relief, I take out my necklace, the vile, half or less the half of it was filled, but I had made my decision, I can't and I wont hurt her and at that point it hit me, “Gosh love sucks!!” I sigh and ruffle my hair .

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Y/n’s POV:

I hear hissing and mumbling, my eyes snap open and I glance at the time 3:00AM, I sigh, whoever it is better shut up, I get up and focus on the voice and it surprisingly lead me to my bathroom, I carefully open the bathroom door to find the mermaid, her eyes were glowing yellow, just like how Han ’s were, she was saying something, I came near her to see what she was mumbling on about,

Finish the job, kill her, Finish the job…..

She kept repeating that on and on, and then suddenly she goes still, eyes back to their original shape, she looked at me and I could make out tears in her eyes she whispered to which I made out “help me” and she repeated that again and again, I came near her and she suddenly pulled me closer, when I looked in her eyes they were yellow again “seeeeee” she hissed

Flash's came in front of me, moments, all those horrible memories, I tried to escape from her grip or escape from those moments but I couldn't, the more i tried to pull away the more horrible those memories became.

When she finally let go of my arm I tumbled back, my back hit the wall of the bathroom, cold, that's when I realized I was shaking, tears coming out of my eyes.

“You see?” she said

“W-what… a-are you t-t-trying to s-show me?” I ask trembling

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Win This Fight (GOT7 Jackson Wang x Dancer You) Part 2

Gif not mine Angst/Fluff/Smut This is purely fiction, nothing is real. A tad bit of smut in this chapter read at your own risk! Not proofread

Part 1 Part 2

Touring is not as glamorous as one thinks. There is so much packing, unpacking, and jet lag involved. Even though it may have its downsides, every city that was visited had its own aura and vibe, making every show memorable. Your favorite stop would have to be when you visited your hometown. At that show all your closest friends and family were also there to support. You were actually waiting for the day that the tour would end in Seoul so you could have one day that was free of schedules and a have a home cooked meal. After 2 months, you finally returned back into your small apartment. It was a mission to be unpacked as fast as possible so you took the clothes that were in the suitcase and dumped it into the washing machine, organized the shoes back to its rightful place, and sorted out all the gifts and souvenirs that was acquired through every trip. In record time the bag was unpacked and the washing machine had about 10 minutes left until it needed to be put into the dryer. You decided to call up Eric to see if he wanted to veg out on the couch.

“Hey Y/N! You’re back, how was the tour?” Eric answered animatedly “Hi Eric! Yes I am back, the tour was amazing.” “Are you tired or jet-lagged? The boys and I were going to go out to the club. Did you want to join?” “I don’t know Eric…” you look at the time and it was only 5pm yet you were already feeling tired. He sensed your hesitation, ��Nia already told me she’s coming, so you won’t be alone.” He tried bargaining You started laughing, “If you two are together them I am definitely NOT going! As much as I love the both of you, once you two see each other it’s like no one else is there.” “Hey, don’t hate we still want you there.” You heard Nia over the phone “Really Eric, we literally just got back and you are already at her place?” you teased “Guess who picked her up.” “That’s why you couldn’t pick me up from the airport? We were literally at the SAME airport. I had to take an Uber home.” You feigned offended “I wanted some alone time with my girl.” You sighed; they were adorable together and couldn’t help but smile. “You could have called Jackson.” Eric responded Immediately the smile was wiped off your face. “Eric don’t-“ “Don’t Eric me…” he sassed, “He keeps on asking about you and I can see he’s not satisfied with my generic ‘okay’ answer.” “It’s not that I don’t want to talk to him, I just don’t know what to say.” “Have you met him? He talks a lot. I’m sure he just wants to see you, and I do too! So it’s settled you are coming tonight. I will pick you up to make up for the airport, how does that sound?” “Okay I’ll be ready.” You answer dejectedly “Try not to sound too excited. Be downstairs at 9. Bye see you later.” “Yeah ok bye!”

You quickly put your clothes in the dryer and head downstairs to get a small take-out meal. After eating quickly you figured out which dress you were going to wear and napped until it was time to shower and get ready. You slipped into your favorite black dress and black heels. Applied light make-up and was out the door. The venue was a laid back nightclub that was much fancier inside compared to its scruffy looking exterior. Upon entry glasses of champagne were handed to everyone and lots of people were already drunk dancing on the dance floor. “Hey Eric, what is this place?” “Oh JYP invested in this place and he’s letting his staffs and artists hangout and drink here so we don’t have to deal with paparazzi or other outsiders. But since today is special it’s by invitation only.” “Really so even when you are not working he can still watch you? Man what is this guys problem?” “It’s not like that, we choose to come here, and the liquor is free for us here so why wouldn’t we come here? As you can see no one cares so just shut up and drink up and lets have fun!” “Fine let’s do some shots!” you cheered along with everyone and down two shots of soju before joining everyone on the dance floor “You said today is special and by invite only right? What’s so special about today?” “I am not going to tell you!” he said dancing behind Nia using her as a shield “Nia, will you tell me?” “It’s not for me to say.” She said looking behind you You turn around and met face to face with Jackson. In your head suddenly he is the only one you can see and hear. “I am glad to see you are actually okay.” He said with his deep voice, oh how much you wish to hear his voice all day. Both of you took your time looking at each other and welcoming each presence. You were still in shock and did not expect to run into him this soon that no words were able to come out. “Today’s not that special really. JYP rented out the space for my birthday.” He said casually breaking the eye contact to look at the people around “I..I- Uh I didn’t get you a present.” You stuttered out a response to the best of your ability. “You just got back, I am glad you made it.” He said looking deeply into your eyes, “I really am happy to see you.” Once again no words were coming out so you just nodded. “I guess I should be mixing with the all the guests.” He stated but did not budge from your side “Yeah, sorry to hold you up.” He smirked and started slowly walking away. There was so much you wanted to talk about; his health, GOT7 activities, or his Chinese activities, and the kiss. “Jackson wait!” Immediately he stopped and turned around and once again your mouth could not function, “Happy Birthday.” “Thank you Y/N,” he said disappearing into the crowd. Apparently many celebrities were there, not that you noticed. You tried to keep your thoughts clear but your eyes would always seem to find Jackson. He was there mingling with everyone, talking and laughing freely. You promised the last time you were with him that you would not act like strangers, yet here you were unable to make more than a sentence. This put a damper on your mood so you sat at an empty table and watched the partygoers. You were playing with the confetti on the table when someone approached you. “Care to dance?” You looked up and did not recognize the face, “Not really. Nothing personal just not in the mood.” “Hmm…” He took a seat next to you, “A beautiful woman sitting alone at a table doesn’t seem right.” “A lot of things in this world are not right.” “Yeah like a dancer not wanting to dance at a party,” he deadpanned. “Right… Is there anything I can help you with?” “Just making conversation until my friend is done in the bathroom.” As if on queue his friend had emerged. “Who do we have here? Why is this pretty little thing all alone? If you want, you can hang out with us.” His friend clearly drunk sat next to you. “No it’s okay, I came here with my friends, I just needed a moment alone. So please leave me.” You asked nicely You were in between two strangers who did not budge when you asked them to leave you alone. “Fine if you won’t leave, I will.” You said getting up They grabbed your hands and forced you to sit back down. The drunk one slid his arm on the back of the chair and onto your shoulder, “There’s no rush sweetheart,” he tipped your chin closer to his face. Behind his head, you saw Jackson in the distance near the dance floor. He was staring straight at you, and he looked heartbroken. To him it looked like you were in the company of two handsome guys, so he disappeared before he did anything stupid at his own party. When in fact really all you wanted to do is be in Jackson’s arms. Before you could even plea for his help to get you out of this uncomfortable situation, you felt the drunk mans stubble and chapped lips on your neck. “Stop it!” you yelled, “Stop touching me I don’t want you touching me!” The music was loud but some bystanders started staring which caused the two men to let your hands go. You took the opportunity to get away. You ran into the bathroom to scrub off your neck where he kissed it. You took deep breaths and tried your hardest not to cry. Upon exiting you ran straight to Eric and Nia who immediately knew something was wrong. “Let’s go it’s getting really crowded here.” Nia said You nodded and started walking to the door. “I’m going to let Jackson know we’re going.” You both nodded and waited near the exit. “What happened?” Nia asked “Those two creeps over there were not leaving me alone, and the one with the longer hair, he drunk and kissed me.” You spoke quickly “THEY DID WHAT?!” Nia exclaimed “I am going to get them kicked out, no one just gets to do whatever they want in here.” Nia was fuming “Okay I’m back, what did I miss?” Eric came to your sad face and Nia’s livid face “Baby,” Nia started, “You see those two guys over there?” “Oh yeah, those are Jackson’s choreographers what about them?” “Well they were harassing Y/N, and one of them even kissed her without her permission.” “What?” His face dropped “It’s true. Can we just leave? Please?” You begged “Yes we are leaving but are you alright, is there anything else I can do? Should I tell Jackson?” “No! You are not going to tell Jackson anything Eric,” You warned. “And I am okay just a little shaken. My mind just thinks had we been in another situation what could have happened.” “Don’t worry, I will always be there for you. You are my best friend.” Eric said hugging you. “Me too.” Nia joined --- 3 AM Banging on your front door. You look through the peephole and see nothing. You turn on the lights outside your door and see someone standing but still not clear enough. “Who is it?” you try to keep your voice as even as possible “It’s me Jackson.” He said taking off his black hat and facemask. You open the door and let him in. He takes a seat on your couch while you prefer to sit on the tea table in front of him. “How did you find my house?” You asked, this seemed a good way to break the silence. “Eric.” He answered quickly, he looked angry. “So what are you doing here? Are you okay?” “No you answer me this,” he stood up “Why didn’t you tell me someone was bothering you at my party, not just someone my choreographer?” “Ah did Eric tell you that too? He really cannot keep his mouth shut.” “Nia told me.” Oh you were really in trouble then. “What do I say to you Jackson? It was your birthday celebration. And this guy is like a brother to you.” “Yeah he is like a brother to me, that’s why when I saw you two together I thought you deserve someone like him who will be able to spend time with you, and take you out, and have a normal life with. Not someone like me.” He vented. “I didn’t know he was making a pass at you. The fact that he touched you without your permission just disgusts me.” “Jackson,” you tried to calm him “You want to know what makes me even angrier? It’s the fact that you didn’t want to tell me. We said, no, we promised that we weren’t going to behave like strangers, so tell me why I have had longer conversations with Coco than I have had with you? Why didn’t you talk to me at all the entire trip?” He paused and there was silence. You never thought a man that was always so happy could be this angry. And all his anger was being directed to you. “I’m sorry.” You said with an even voice but then felt your voice growing. “I didn’t want to tell you because I know you look up to him and I did not want to ruin the years of friendship you had with him because he drunk kissed me. I felt uncomfortable so I left. For many girls it ends much worse for them, and not everyone has a best friend or a night in shining armor to help them. I didn’t know what to say to you because I’m trying to be the best so your company doesn’t feel ashamed to see you with me. And honestly I am not there yet. I didn’t talk to you the entire trip because I didn’t know what to say after you kissed me, and I didn’t know where we stood. And quite frankly it bothers me that you think I would be talking to another guy at your own party, when I thought I made it perfectly clear that the only lips I want on my neck are yours!” You panted suddenly aware of exactly how much you had to say. He hugged and your body molded perfectly into his, and you both felt the anger disappearing. “I’m sorry I yelled.” He whispered “I’m sorry I was quiet.” After some time, he let go of your body and pulled you onto the couch with him. “So tell me about the tour.” And you did, and spent the rest of the night talking whatever was on your mind. --- You woke up facing Jackson. His arms were around your body and your legs were intertwined. You started to shift out of his hold but he just grabbed onto you tighter. “5 more minutes” his voice somehow deeper in the morning. “You don’t have a schedule today?” you said running fingers through his hair “I expected to be hung-over so I requested today off.” You laid in his arms until he was satisfied. He had set up an alarm and casually turned around to turn it off and pulled on a shirt. “I am happy I came here instead of going back to the condo with the boys. If I were there I would be in the bathtub or something.” He said stretching and getting up You started to fix the covers, and headed into the bathroom to do your morning routine. Once you got out of the bathroom you handed Jackson a spare toothbrush and large clothes, though he opted into being shirtless. You started on eggs for breakfast and he came into the kitchen to start on dishes. “So what are your plans for today?” he asked as you both sat down “Nothing, you?” “Nothing too.” “Wow you really are a rapper Dr. Seuss.” You teased “I try.” He brushed his shoulders trying to hold in his bright laughter “So what would you like to do?” “If I can stay over? I really like talking with you,” He pleaded with his puppy eyes. “Sure.” You said sipping your coffee “Yay! Netflix and chill all day!” He beamed You choked a bit on your coffee and he immediately tried to correct himself, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. My intentions are innocent. Get your mind out of the gutter freak.” He playfully nudged. After some time of eating in silence, Jackson started again, “Hey I actually need your help with something.” “What’s up?” “I am looking for a new choreographer. Do you know someone that can dance?” He suggested to you. “You’re really going to replace him?” “Hell yeah! I don’t want a pervert on my team. Why are you even defending him?” He said holding your hand. “Also I am giving you an opportunity to join Team Wang. It is separate from JYP, he has nothing to do with my Chinese activities.” “I am not defending him, I just don’t want him to lose his job because of something he did when he was drunk.” He looked straight into your eyes, “Wow, I really am looking at an angel right now.” “Oh stop it.” You shied away from his intensity “No really! You know what they say the only people who say the truth are children and drunken people. No matter how much I drink, I would never treat a woman like how he was treating you.” He said facing you “Okay, I’ll help you out, as a friend though.” You clarified, “I will always be your supporter and always on your team.” “I was hoping you would help me as more than a friend.” He suggested “What happened to innocent intentions?” “I will be. I just don’t want you to get all hot an bothered while dancing with me.” “Oh then I guess you need to find a new choreographer.” You said standing up and putting the dishes away “No wait!” He whined You giggled at his sad puppy face and he brought you into a big bear hug successfully lifting you in the air and spinning around. He put you down but didn’t release the hug, “I like this.” “Like what?” “This, us. We’re talking so casually. I really like it.” He said hugging you one more time “I like this too.” You said hugging him a bit tighter, not only referring to the talking but also they warm feeling that was inside your heart. One thing about Jackson, once he gets serious all playfulness is out the door. We were trying to get the choreography just right in time for his new song released, “100 Ways.” The song had a playful vibe with a great beat drop, but behind the happiness, there was a much darker backstory. The dancing was very fast. Every moment had to be strong but also precise. A halfway mark finally had been reached and you were drenched in sweat despite the air con fully blasting cool air. You collapsed on the couch while Jackson went to get water for the both of you. He came back and laughed at your exhausted state. “Come on, you’re telling me one of the best dancers in Korea is tired after only 3 hours of dancing? Come on Y/N you are slacking on me here.” He said handing you the water “What happened to Netflix and chill and being lazy?” you said out of breath “That’s after we finish perfecting the dance.” He said getting up and stretching, “Come on break is over.” “Noooo, it hasn’t even been 2 minutes.” You complained He pulled you up to your feet and hugged you. He was sweaty (so were you) but no complains were made. Something about being in his arms always made you feel good. He seriously was your energy. You hummed in content. “Feeling better?” “Yeah.” Both were in comfortable silence but you couldn’t shake off this feeling in the back of your head. You both were acting like a couple even though neither one had the right to do so. You quickly let go before your mind could overthink “Not that I am not enjoying this, but lets wrap this up okay?” you said starting the music again Jackson noticed your sudden change in demeanor, “Hey if you don’t want to do this we can stop. I just want to spend time with you but, if you’d rather do something else… or if you have other plans. I mean you already helped a lot I’m sure I can figure out the rest from here,” he began rambling. “No I didn’t mean it like that. I do want you to be here, and I do want to help you! I was just thinking too much into this.” you motioned between each other “What are you thinking into?” “Jackson don’t you think we are being too couple-y?” you asked softly He took a moment to see if you were going to add to your question. He took your silence as a chance to respond. “Yeah we do act like a couple. So what?” “But we’re not.” “We are not.” He said slowly, “But I very much would like to be. I am trying my hardest not to just stop everything and just kiss you into oblivion.” That managed to crack a smile on your face. “I would like to as well, but dating me would ruin your idol image.” “No, it won’t. And so what, we keep it a secret only between us. Just until we figure out how to break the news to everyone.” “Jackson a relationship is the last thing you need right now on top of that a secret one. I am not saying I am high maintenance but you are going to be exhausted, and that’s not fair for you.” “Y/N can I kiss you?” He asked out of the blue “I am being serious!” “So am I. I really want to kiss you.” He stood in front of you and crouched down to your eye level. “You didn’t ask me for permission the last time you kissed me.” You joked, “You’re not as innocent as you think you are.” “It’s a simple yes or no.” He puckered his lips in front of you “Buy me dinner first.” He giggled. “You’re really going to leave these lips hanging?” “I really am.” You shimmied away from him, “Come on let’s dance!” “Noooo!” he was the one complaining now. --- Dinner was more of take-out and yes Jackson did buy. Everything was sprawled across the dinner table and wine was being poured. “Did you have fun today? I know it’s not ideal to be working on your birthday.” You started “I haven’t had this much fun on my birthday in years.” He said shoving food into his mouth “Slow down you’re going to choke!” you said pouring him a glass of wine, “So what can I get you for your birthday?” “You already gave me a gift. Now every time I dance or hear this song I’ll only think of you.” Ever since the conversation prior there has been a tension in the air and the both of you are doing your best to ignore it and keeping the atmosphere as light and playful as possible. “That doesn’t count, this was a freebie. I help you with your dance, you bought me takeout, we’re even.” He just smirked and continued eating silently, which was completely out of character. “What’s with the smirk?” “Nothing.” “What tell me!” you lightly shoved him and he grabs hold of you and keeps his arm around your shoulder. “So this, would you consider this me buying you dinner?” he asks holding you close “I mean it kind of is dinner. But we didn’t really go out.” You said teasing and sipping your wine He caught on to your tone, and leaned in closer to you. He took the wine glass out of your hand and placed it gently on the table, his eyes never leaving yours. He used the same hand and placed it on your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “You deserve better than me.” He said softly “What? Jackson no! I should be the one saying that.” You responded confused “You deserve someone to take you out on dates, and enjoy a normal life with. If you’re with me this is the best I can do, quick takeout dinners at home. Y/N you deserve more than that.” “I don’t care about that, I am just more than happy to spend time with you.” “You say that now, but how about later on? Work will always get in the way. Work will always be my first priority. That’s not fair.” “Where is this coming from? I just thought you were going to kiss me just now.” You said getting up and creating some space. You lacked his body heat and instantly felt the difference. “Y/N. I want to kiss you, been wanting to since I saw you yesterday. But then I saw your face, your beautiful innocent face and instant thought what if they find out and take you away from me for good?” “What are you talking about? How much wine did you have?” “Y/N-“ He said getting up as well “Jackson, please let’s just worry about the future when we get there.” You said snaking your arms around his waist and looking up at him. He took your face in his hands again, “I worry about you, a lot. It’s probably unhealthy how much I worry about you. And JYP has a lot of friends in high places. He can make sure you never make it in Korea.” “I worry about you too. But know this, I don’t care if he wants to play that way, let him, you can’t stop him. You said it yourself make it big, so I will. And so what if he knows some big people in Korea, I now know some people of my own. Just wait and enjoy the show, I’ve got plans.” “Am I in any of those plans.” He said rubbing circles on your waist “Publicly, no you are not.” He pouted. “Privately, I really do hope so.” He leaned down and finally captured you lips in a long awaited kiss. He did not hesitate to deepen this kiss and pull your body closer to him. You hands also freely roamed his body feeling his toned back, biceps, and pecks. You felt his heart beating fast and paused to make sure he was okay. “Jackson?” As if he knew what you were going to ask, he already answered he’s okay and resumed kissing you this time pushing you to the nearest solid surface, which just so happened to be your fridge. Magnets and other small bottles in the fridge definitely had fallen but the both of you didn’t seem to care. He placed his hands on the back of your thighs and told you to jump. You latched onto his body and he carried you to the bed. His body caged you under him and he was once again staring into your eyes making sure you had no hesitation. You pulled him closer and started kissing him again the other hand lifting up his shirt. He pulled off his shirt not breaking the kiss and helped you take yours off too. His newfound access to your body had him reeling with excitement. His large hands were on your hips and his lips were on your neck. “Be mine?” he said kissing down the valley between your breasts “Yes Jackson.” “Forever.” He said looking up to you “No one is going to get in between us.” He kept going lower, pulling the band of your pants down. You starting grinding your hips up and he tossed the piece of fabric across the room. He kissed his way down to your inner thigh and returned to kissing your lips. His hands roamed freely grabbing your breasts and slowly making his way lower, until he reached the thin band of your panties. He lifted it slightly and his fingers made contact with your core. Your moans were being muffled by Jackson’s mouth on yours. While his hands were busy, you also were rubbing his hard shaft through his pants. When you reached in and touched it with your hand he let out a hiss mixed with a groan. “Fuck baby.” He tenderly whispered in your ear. He helped you get full access to his cock, and returned back to fingering you. When he felt you were stretched and wet enough he guided you under him and lined himself up. He slowly filled you up and the slight burn was there, but he felt so good. He slowly took out his cock and buried you deep several times until you were adjusted. After a few minutes he propped you legs up and set a much faster rhythm and that had you seeing stars. “Oh Jackson! That’s so good!” you screamed out “Y/N you’re so tight.” He continued varying his pace. He would have quick shallow strokes and the next thing you know he will be buried deep inside. No matter what, he held your hand through it all placing soft kisses on your cheek or forehead. “I’m close.” He slowed his hips and removed himself. You were about to whine because you were chasing your high, but then he attacked your core with his tongue. “Jackson..!” you couldn’t speak properly the way his tongue was entering and leaving your hole and lapping up all the arousal. His fingers were rubbing your clit and in no time you were cumming on Jackson’s tongue. Your body stiffened, breathing became irregular, and you could swear your have never came faster or harder in your life. Jackson slowed his hand down as your high passed and just watched you with adoration. “You’re so hot cumming on me you know that right?” he said running fingers in your hair and pecking your lips. “Baby, do you mind turning around for me?” You sluggishly did so, sticking your ass in the air. He slipped his cock back in and the stretch was still there, and you heard him moan, “Baby you’re going to be the death of me,” he said picking up the pace. This time Jackson wasn’t taking his time, he was seeking release and you were more than happy to help him get there. Each thrust was deep and hard and he started mumbling a string of curse words along with your name. He moved your hair aside, “You’re taking me so well, and I’m so close.” His hips snapping up and this deathly grip on your hips signaled he was already on the edge. “Jackson let go, cum inside me. Pretty up my walls.” With that he released with a moan and his cock pulsing inside. He toppled onto you and encased your into a hug. You nuzzled into his sweaty chest and he placed soft kisses onto your head. “Y/N, wow.” You giggled, “Happy Birthday.” You said getting up to clean yourself. You winced when you got onto your feet but the way Jackson was admiring his toll on you made it somewhat okay. “What are you smiling at?” “I have the best and hottest girlfriend in the world.” “I can say the same about you!” you said slipping into the shower to rinse off. You came back to the room and Jackson was half dressed and mindlessly scrolling and texting someone on his phone. He sensed your presence and instantly smiled. You sat on his lap and he wrapped his arms around you as he continued to text. You began placing light kisses on his jaw and cheek. “Will you stay the night?” you asked hopeful “I want to,” He said placing his phone down and rubbing circles on your hips. “But I have an early schedule tomorrow, catching up on the past 2 days of work plus I have a fashion shoot.” He went into work mode. You didn’t respond, you knew he had a busy schedule always, so it is understandable. You didn’t want to sound upset so you said nothing. He also seemed to understand your silence. And started to lay back down with you on top of him. “You know, you can always text me.” “Yeah I know.” You said “I prefer you here though.” He giggled. “I’m sorry was that too clingy? I will stop now.” You said burying your head in his chest “No baby, I like it.” He said pulling you to face him, “Never feel embarrassed when it comes to me.” His phone rang again. He sighed, you got off him and he answered the phone call. You started to get into the covers fluffing up the pillow and sinking under the bed covers. You watched Jackson mindlessly walk around as he was talking on the phone. His conversation ended and he turned back to you. Seeing you under the covers all alone on the queen sized bed made him instantly want to jump in beside you and be your best source of heat and comfort. But his schedule stopped him from doing such. He kneeled next to you on the ground, “Babe, I will have to go now.” “Okay, Stay safe Jackson.” You said holding his hand “Get some rest and again Happy Birthday.” “Thank you Y/N.” He said placing a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight.” “Text me when you get home okay?” you said running a hand through his hair “Will do.” He kissed your lips one last time before leaving your apartment. That night you made many phone calls to your new contacts, literally everyone and anyone; producers, artists, choreographers, anyone that needed help with any project you wanted in. You received many call backs saying they need an extra here and a background dancer there. You even landed a small acting role in an episode of a drama. You scheduled your week so that you can be exposed to as many possibilities you can. Through all this you made sure all your contacts were not in partnerships with JYP. Your vendetta was, if he wanted you, he would have to call himself. 3 months later You were to go to Jackson’s house for date night. Things have been busy between the both of you but little messages between the days made the distance bearable. Your name was starting to become a regular in the business and soon your schedule became just as packed as Jackson’s. The only difference you were more behind the scenes and gaining popularity in production, while Jackson was gaining more popularity in front of the camera. Anyone that needed choreography for a dance, most directors would call you immediately. Yes it was hard the first month doing so many gigs for little to no money, but you showed them your punctuality and expertise to which many were impressed. You typed in the key code and noticed he wasn’t there. You went into the kitchen where you know he keeps your favorite kind of wine and poured yourself a glass waiting for him. You heard his key code being typed in and excitedly waited by the door. When it opened your were greeted by an unfamiliar woman. “Um hi, who are you?” “I’m Jackson’s,” You hadn’t exposed your relationship with Jackson, “I’m his choreographer.” She took a long look at you and did not seem convinced, “Then why are you drinking his wine?” “He always let’s me have full access to his house, this also means his alcohol. Speaking of, where is he?” “Listen honey, I am not dumb, you are obviously not his choreographer, maybe you’re his side piece. All I know is that your services with him are no longer needed. He has a new girl in his life so you can leave now.” “You’re his girlfriend?” you choked out At that moment Jackson walked in completely unaware that you would be there early. “Jackson, I’ll be in our room once you take care of the extra uninvited guest.” She said fluttering away You crossed your arms and waited for an explanation. “Baby,” he stepped closer to you, and you took a step back, “I know it looks bad but you have to believe me when I say she is not my girlfriend you are. I would never betray you like that. She’s just a co-worker who cannot get the hint that I am not into her. And I can’t tell her about us because I know you want to keep it a secret.” You remained quiet trying to process what he just said. You were mad at him, but mostly yourself. “She’s kind of a big deal so I have to be nice to her, but I can tell her to leave, that we had plans first.” He said grabbing your hand You scoffed and went to grab your bag. “Are you asking me for permission? You want me to tell you what to do?” You said in a low tone “I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I don’t want to upset you especially because this was supposed to be our night.” “I am upset, you should have thought about that before you invited her over. You should have said tonight is off limits.” You said walking to the door “Come on Y/N you know my schedule can change any minute.” “I do know that! I completely understand if your plans change last minute, just text me let me know ahead of time, and save me the embarrassment.” “Y/N baby-“ “I’ve got to go. My boyfriend’s date is waiting for him in his bedroom.” You walked out and closed the door. You were hoping he would follow you outside and try to convince you to stay but it was no use. As you made your way back to your apartment he hadn’t called or texted once. You skipped dinner and went straight to bed. In the morning you had woken up before your alarm had sounded so you lay in bed scrolling through your Instagram feed. You notice Jackson post a story of him and the girl he was with yesterday with the caption WORK FLOW, New things cooking with fire emojis. His captions and stories always made you smile. Even though you were supposed to be mad at him, it really was hard to hold a grudge. He still had not messaged anything, and being stubborn, you weren’t going to either. You prepared yourself for a long day. Since the weather was getting warmer, more activities were happening outdoors. Today you had to attend 3 photo-shoots and be on set for an advertisement. Most of the apparel was city/street wear and the same clothes were being used to advertise the music video. You were in charge of a simple dance that showed the fashion and durability of the clothes. You got to the shoot early and were showing some basic poses to the models. The photographer was the same one you used for your portfolio pictures, so needless to say he was a friend, so you were not shy about your opinions on what looks good and what does not. As this shoot started to wrap up, your friend asked you to also pose with some apparel and he shot some pictures. You tried some basic poses and some unconventional ones. He kept the ones he liked and the remaining was added to your portfolio. On the way to the next shoot, you got a text from Eric about getting drinks at this new bar. You responded yes seeing that you didn’t have any other plans and continued along with your busy day. Getting home about 830p you were relieved that the day went so well. You hopped into the shower and relaxed your sore muscles, shampooing all the built up sweat and dirt on your face and body. Getting ready for the night, you wore denim shorts that showed off your toned legs and soft thighs with white racer back crop top from the street wear ad and tied a printed long sleeve shirt around your waist. You topped the grungy chic look with a beanie and was on your way. There were a lot of people at the new bar and you were waiting for Eric and everyone else he invited before he went in. While standing admiring the view the waiting area had, someone tapped your shoulder. You turned around and realized it was the girl that Jackson was working with. “What brings you here?” she started “A car.” You responded dryly “You mean you’re here alone?” She feigned concerned “What do you want?” you asked “I just want to know who you are exactly. The other day when you left he wasn’t the same and I need to know who you are to derail someone who is so driven and focused.” “I’m his choreographer.” You responded giving your back to her again. “I don’t believe it.” She said popping up on your side “See we are hanging out tonight but he must be running a little late. I thought maybe he invited you too, since you guys are friends.” “He didn’t invite me, I am meeting up with my other friends.” You responded hurt “Oh whoops, maybe it was just us two that he made the plans for.” She winked, “Oh I see him!” she said waving him down You kept your back to them, not wanting to show Jackson how hurt you were. “Hey look who I ran into waiting for you, it’s that girl from your place.” “Hey Jackson.” You said still not facing him “Hey Y/N.” he said as he was welcomed by your backside. “Do you want us to wait for you while your friends come?” “No have fun with your date.” You responded a little too quickly “Y/N-“ Jackson started with a hand on your shoulder “A date! Wow Jackson I didn’t know this was a date, how romantic!” she started squealing “Hey why don’t you find a table, I’ll be right there.” He said shoving her away He stood beside you admiring your profile. “You look amazing Y/N. I am still very sorry about yesterday.” “I am sorry too Jackson. I miss you there’s so much I want to tell you but I can’t.” You said finally looking at him. His eyes, they were tired and you wanted to abandon all your plans and just take him back to your apartment and cuddle him to sleep. “Tomorrow meet me at my studio, it’s just going to be me and boys.” “I have things to do tomorrow.” “Just reschedule them!” “What? No you reschedule yours!” you paused not wanting to argue, “I understand my plans may not be as important as yours but to me they are.” “No baby they are important to me too.” He said cupping your face in his hands. You took a step back and he cleared his throat and awkwardly put his hands back into his pocket. “Sorry, I miss holding you.” “Eric just texted, he’s inside.” You said smiling up at him, “Want to say hi?” “Yeah let’s go in.” he said wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

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genuflectx · 4 years ago

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Just wanna rant about my job a bit, will probably delete this later. But I think I may quit my job within the next month or so u_u’

Originally when I joined this job last year it was under originations- I helped people apply and get approved for loans, or offered general tech support when they needed help with the process online. I felt like I was helping these nice old people, they were rarely mean (save for the occasional grouchy old man after he gets rejected), and the work load was decent. Not too heavy, not too boring.

Then the pandemic hit. My entire team, which had been hired only a few months before, were rushed in for “accelerated training” on the credit card support department. I believe it was just like 4 weeks of training for a tooootally different workflow. We worked in the servicing department for what, maybe a month? Then they furloughed a ton of people and managers and moved us AGAIN, this time to collections. So calling to collect debts on our credit card product. When I joined this company it was under the understanding I did NOT want to do collections because it makes me sad and feel shitty. But they promised us we would be transferred back to originations after a bit, so whatever.

Slowly things have gone downhill since. Just tiny things adding up. They implemented a internet speed minimum requirement, which is understandable working from home, but we lost another good chunk of people who got fired for that, some who I’d made friends with. Hell, I got THREATENED with firing due to this, forcing us to run an Ethernet cable through 2 stories of our house. And I was PISSED because I was the only one on the team making a 100% average on QA scores. Then a few people quit, leaving only 3 people from my original originations team. They hired a new manager to oversee work force management (WFM) and quality assurance (QA) around this point and I’m CONVINCED it got worse because of her changes...

They changed our outbound dialing system to a cheaper one, promising all these improvements, and who woulda guessed... the quality of work life barely improved with this piece of crap tech but hey, it cut costs. Next they dismantled the debt management company department (DMC) and trained us in it so we’re technically trained for and work in two departments. On top of the promise that in the far future that they will cross-train us with the loan department too, a totally different product. We also have to do the emails for our department as well.

Then things got bad. Non stop calls for a months. Likely related to the unfortunate weather disasters in our outsourced locations. The outbound dialer, which is an autodialer that WFM loads up with late people to auto-call, starting filling up with impossible amounts of people to call for our agent count. We started going from 5000 to call every few hours to 10,000. And it doesn’t matter if we don’t clear the queue, they will load more in at certain times of the day. So we’d get 10,000 at 1pm, we’d get it down to 3,000 by 5pm, and they’d just load it back up to 10,000 again.

Then they added on the mandatory overtime. Everyone in our department either has to do a half shift extra on either saturday or sunday- with mine being on saturday. Another person quit (down to 2 from my original team). We’re understaffed as hell and they tell us that they’re FINALLY training a new class. And know what? They ONLY enacted the OT and got a new class because their service levels were down. Service levels are a mandatory legal level of how many agents per how many customers we have, they get in legal trouble when it drops too far for too long. They didn’t give a shit about our stress until their damn legal agreement dropped and then forced the OT on us. Wow. We feel so appreciated.

And THEN the OT was supposed to go until Feb 14th- today. THEY EXTENDED IT ANOTHER WEEK.

And and and a few days after they told us it was extended these dudes LAY OFF 3 managers, including our team’s manager, who I REALLY liked, and stuck us into the team of a manager who is notorious for giving out incorrect policy info! Why! >:(

Some other small things they’ve done that have added up slowly: They sent me a “nice” alluminum mug for my high QA score. Stuck it in the washer once and the pretty gold lettering on the front melted. It also leaks. They do these “thank you” videos some time where the upper management (never faces you recognize save for 2 or 3). BUT they made us watch this 10 minute long “thank you” Christmas video BETWEEN CALLS instead of scheduling time for us to do it like usual. Due to the short staffing, they changed how our weekly meetings with our manager/team go. Instead of having the whole team go into a meeting with her twice per week, they made her split this into 3 smaller meetings once per week, so that 2 or 3 team members meet with her at a time (more people on the floor to take calls). It spread her thin- before they laid her off of course. After they enacted the OT a week or so into it one of the upper management people sent us all an email telling us we basically weren’t doing good enough because our collections numbers weren’t high enough.. KNOWING we’re under staffed, she still emailed that. Come on.

So ya know what? My fiance and friends have encouraged me to just move on. This company isn’t what it was when I started a year ago, and idk if it’s legit just due to covid or if this WFM/QA overseer that they hired near the end of 2020 is fully to blame. I hate hearing customers tell me day in day out about their family dying, about being homeless/evicted. I hate old ladies screaming at me because they can’t comprehend that WE ARE IN A PANDEMIC and the MAIL WILL BE LATE, so their damn paper checks need to be mailed out at least 2-3 weeks in advanced- OR THEY COULD JUST CALL AND PAY LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE. Tired of people insulting me and calling me names because THEY’RE late and THEY missed a payment and they can’t accept responsibility- because they think screaming at someone making a few bucks over min wage will do anyone any good or make their shitty credit score any better.

All this mandatory OT and my nice manager being fired has put a lot of stress on me, if the other crap wasn’t enough. We’re really financially stable in this household even if I did quit, even if I’d feel guilty af. And it could be months before I found another job as safe and well-paying as this one, but at least my mental health would recover.

So I have about a day of sick time and 80 hours of PTO. My plan is to hopefully schedule out all 80 hours, or at least 85% of my PTO if I can, then when I come back to put in a 1 week notice. By then the new agents will be in full swing. I can get the money from the PTO I earned at this shit collections job and then try and move on to bigger and better things. And in the mean time while looking, I can work on art/writing and I can also possibly get a new car with all the money we’ve saved up. My mama and granny might end up disapproving and judge me but 2020 was such a shit year and I’m tired of this. I feel like this job is taking advantage of us and legit just doesn’t give a crap about their employees.

Okay! Well that’s outta my system! Bleck

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apriorisea · 5 years ago

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BTS Imagine: When You’re Sick - Namjoon

You stumble out of the bathroom, your robe hanging off one shoulder, and find Namjoon waiting just outside, his hair still messy from sleep. “Oh,” you say through your stuffed nose. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were up.”

He smiles and leans down to kiss the top of your head. “It’s okay,” he says. He frowns as he feels how hot your skin is still. Reaching out to resettle your robe, he slides his hand down your arm to intertwine his fingers with yours. “You need to get back in bed.” You let him pull you back to the bed, grabbing another tissue from the nearly-empty box on your way. “I know.” Glancing at the clock, you grimace. “I didn’t realize it was that late,” you say. “Sorry!” Pulling the blanket over you again, he leans down and kisses your cheek. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll get you more medicine after I’m ready, ok?” You nod, scrunching down further in the bed and pressing the tissue to your red and raw nose. “Thanks, Joonie.” Tipping your head back against the headboard, you watch him gather his clothes from the chair in the corner. Smiling faintly, you clear your throat painfully. “I love when you wear that shirt,” you say drowsily. “It looks so good on you.” This draws a soft laugh from him. “I’m wearing it just for you.” You want to make another, vaguely-flirty comment, but your head feels so heavy, so instead you just giggle and sniffle into your tissue again. “Just rest, baby.” His smile fades at your poor condition. While he gets ready for the day you turn on the TV, wanting the noise more than the entertainment. Rolling onto your side, you reach for the stuffed penguin he had brought home for you yesterday, and cuddle it against you. Smiling faintly, you think back to last night, when Namjoon had crashed into the apartment at 6:31pm exactly. He had almost forgotten to take off his shoes in his rush to check on you, but after he’d made sure you were okay, he’d gone back for the mountain of bags he’d left by the front door. Tissues, medicine, orange juice---and there, underneath them all, the giant stuffed penguin. He’d set it gently next to you with the promise that it would help you feel better. Now, squeezing it tight, you had to admit he might have been a little bit right. He steps out of the bathroom and the smell of his cologne washes over you. Working at the clasp of his watch, he glances at you. “Painkiller and cough medicine? What did you think of that herbal stuff I brought you last night?” You shrug, rolling over to look at him and bringing the penguin with you. “I don’t know. It didn’t make it worse, I guess?” “Okay. We’ll try something else,” he says distractedly. When he finally gets the watch clasp fixed, he looks up at you---and smiles. “Is that penguin cuddly enough?” You squeeze it tight again. “Perfectly cuddly, thanks babe.” He stops by the bed quickly to kiss the side of your head. “I’ll be right back,” he says softly. He’s only gone for a minute, but when he comes back he has more with him than you expected. He dumps the bottles on the foot of the bed and sits next to you, sorting through them carefully. “Painkiller,” he lists. “Cough medicine...Decongestant?” When you nod miserably, he adds the pills to the pile in his hand. “And then there’s this vitamin supplement I think you should try. It’s supposed to taste like cherries!” You make a face at his over-enthusiasm. “That means it’s going to taste disgusting.” “Think positively,” he reminds with a smile. “Okay, here: take these.” Once you’ve swallowed down the pile of medications, he tucks you back into bed and settles the stuffed penguin back in your arms. “Now look here, Mr. Penguin---” “Waddles,” you correct faintly. When he raises an eyebrow you cuddle the stuffed animal against your cheek. “His name is Waddles.” He tries to cover his laugh, but fails. Grinning at your pretend-pout, he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose. “Okay, okay, my bad, baby: Waddles.” Redirecting his attention back to the penguin, he grows stern again. “Now look here, Waddles: you look after my girl, you hear me? Don’t leave her side, don’t let her get up and do too much, and make sure she is always cuddled.” He looks back at you. “Until I get home and can cuddle her all night.” You smile. “I don’t know, Joonie....” you tease. “Waddles might be a better cuddler than you.” “All due respect to Waddles,” he says, leaning in again, “But no one’s better at snuggling my baby than me.” He kisses your lips softly, then pulls back and kisses your forehead. “Rest today, ok? Get some sleep, relax....I’ll be home as soon as possible, I promise.” Already missing him, you reach for his hand and nod. “Don’t worry---Waddles will keep me company until you get home. Work hard today, okay? I love you.” He squeezes your fingers. “Love you too, babe. I’ll text you in an hour.” With a final smile, he leaves, and you cuddle Waddles the Penguin once again.

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When there’s no text at exactly 5pm, you feel only surprise---starting at 8am, Namjoon had texted you on the hour, every hour, making sure you were taking care of yourself, that you were resting, that you had taken your medicine, that you were okay. At 5:05pm, you start wondering what he’s working on, hoping it’s something good. At 5:10 you can’t help but feel a little worried. So when the apartment door slams open at 5:15pm, at least one of your questions is answered. Settling back against the pillows, you listen to him take off his shoes, lock the door, and hurry down the hallway. “Hi babe,” he says breathlessly. “You okay?” “Joon.” You look at the clock. “You’re early!” Most days you wouldn’t see him home until at least 10pm, sometimes later when he’s super busy, but before 6pm? It was almost unheard of. “Is everything okay?” “Are you okay?” he asks again, and for the first time you notice that he’s carrying something big, soft, and plushy under one arm. “Yes,” you say, brushing it aside. “I mean, I still can’t get rid of this head-cold, but I’m fine. Are you okay?” He comes closer, settling a plastic bag at the foot of your bed before coming to kiss you. “Yes, I’m just fine. Worried about you,” he admits, pressing his cheek against your forehead. “Your fever’s still there...” “I’ll be okay.” You reach up to kiss his cheek, then look pointedly at the thing under his arm. “What’s that?” Smiling a little shyly, he produces a stuffed otter, holding it up for your inspection. “I thought you and Waddles could use another friend. Another sick-day-cuddle-buddy.” “Oh!” You reach out for the otter, feeling like your face would crack from how big you were smiling. “This is so cute! Babe! I love it!” He’s smiling, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Are you going to name it, too?” “It?” you scoff. “She is clearly a she otter.” You bring the otter up to “kiss” his cheek. “I think her name is Eleanor.” He doesn’t question it. “Don’t get the wrong idea,” he warns the otter. “I’m here for one girl and one girl only.” Grinning, you reach up to fix a strand of his hair. “Oh? Would that be me?” “You know it, babe.” He kisses your forehead. “So I think it’s time for you to prove your superior cuddling skills,” you say with a smile. “Otherwise, Waddles might just edge ahead...” He groans. “Hold on just a second longer,” he begs with a smile. “First...” He reaches for the plastic bag and produces another box of tissues, the fancy kind that costs extra, the kind you had promised him you didn’t need, the kind he insisted on buying more of, because “only the best for my babygirl.” Making a face, you take the box. “Thank you,” you say, meeting his eye playfully. “I also got this.” He produces another bottle of herbal medicine. “One of the guys at work said that it works better than any over-the-counter drug you can find.” “Oh?” You study the bottle and sniffle. “I guess I’ll try anything.” The light-hearted atmosphere fades at your sore voice and he softly brushes your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry you still don’t feel good, love. Maybe tomorrow we should go see the doctor again?” You shake your head. “No, it’s just a head-cold. I’ll be fine soon.” You smile up at him. “Can we snuggle now?” Some of his seriousness fades. “Of course. Are you hungry? I was thinking about making soup...” After dinner, he coaxes you into a warm shower that leaves you feeling a little better, then the two of you climb into bed for an early night. He wraps his arms around you and you rest your head on his chest while he rubs your back softly. It isn’t very long before you start to feel drowsy, a result of the combined influence of the medication and how comfortable you feel with him near. As you let your eyes close, you murmur, “Okay...for right now, you still beat Waddles.” You can feel his laugh vibrate through his body. “Thank goodness,” he says, kissing the top of your head. “I was really worried about that one.”

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The next day, 30 minutes after your 10am check-in text from Namjoon, you get another text---this time from Seokjin: Are you still sick??? Swallowing back another cough, you answer: Yes. I can’t get rid of this head-cold. JIN: We need to get you better---NOW. You: I agree, but why the urgency? JIN: Namjoon is basically useless today. He’s worrying so much that he’s not getting anything done. You frown, re-reading his message a few times to make sure you understood it correctly. Really? I’m sorry... His answer comes quickly: I’m only teasing, don’t feel sorry. We really do all want you to be better, but we’re also considering sending him home early today... You only feel a tiny bit guilty for how much you want that to happen. I’m sure I’ll be better by tomorrow!! JIN: I hope so! Anyway, I’m going to send him home at lunch. Ok? You: Definitely okay. JIN: <3<3<3 It’s 12:32pm when you hear the door to the apartment swing open again. Sitting up, you wait for him eagerly. When he appears in the doorway, he has another stuffed thing under arm and another bag of medicine for you to try. “Hey babe. How are you feeling?” “I’m okay, Joonie. I hear you got kicked out of work?” you tease. He sighs and comes to sit on the edge of the bed. “I don’t blame them, but I’m also not really sorry...” He strokes the side of your face softly. “All I can think about is you.” “Namjoon,” you sigh, reaching up to catch his hand. “It’s not like I’ve got the plague. It’s just a cold. I’m okay. I promise.” “I know, I know.” Looking to change the topic, your gaze goes to the plushy under his arm. “Is that another stuffed animal?” The smile crosses his face automatically. “Maybe...” You laugh. “Am I going to get a stuffed animal every day I’m sick??” “Maybe. Is that a problem?” “Not at all.” Giving you a look, he produces the newest member of your cuddle-buddy-family. “Is that...” You study it for a moment. “Is that a platypus??” “Yep.” He looks pleased with himself again. You laugh so hard you give yourself a cough-attack, but when you finally calm down, you lean forward and kiss him quickly. “I love it. I love it so much.” You hug the platypus to your chest, grinning from ear-to-ear. “But you know, the problem is that I might never want to get better,” you add faux-seriously. “If I get a new plushy everyday I’m sick....” A flicker of concern crosses his face and he gently strokes his thumb across your cheek. “Babe, I promise you: if you get better, I’ll buy you as many plushies as you want.” Catching his worried tone, you turn your smile on him. “Sounds good,” you say, squeezing his leg to pull him out of his thoughts. “So...” he says after a moment. “What’s this one’s name? Something strange? A little edgy?” “Like what?” “I don’t know,” he laughs. “Zanzibar or Bibble or something?” You laugh with him. “Bibble?” You cough a few more times, then shake your head seriously. “Nope. I have the perfect name for him.” “Oh?” “Bill.” This catches him so off-guard that his laugh is bright and wild. “Bill,” he repeats. “Okay. I can handle that.” “You sure?” you ask, clearing your throat. “Oh yeah. Bill isn’t as much a threat as Waddles.” You snuggle your face against the soft “fur” of the platypus. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that...” He smiles at you fondly. “Well, unfortunately for both Waddles and Bill, I have nothing to do but cuddle for the rest of the day.” You grin. “While Waddles and Bill aren’t thrilled to hear that, I most definitely am.” Climbing onto the bed, he gathers you into his arms, “accidentally” squishing Bill a little in the process. Happily surrounded by him, you kiss his chin. “I love you, Namjoon. I promise I’ll be better tomorrow.” “Love you more, babe,” he says, pressing a few soft kisses over your face. “I just want you to feel better. Don’t worry about anything else.” Twisting a little in his arms, you gather your three stuffed animal friends and tuck them around the both of you. “There,” you say playfully. “Everyone’s settled. Now I have no excuse not to get better, right??” Hugging you tight to him, he nods against your hair. “That’s right. Between me, Waddles, Eleanor, and Bill, you’re definitely going to feel better soon.”

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entitleddrysdale · 5 years ago

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My first time

Fall break from school. I wish I could say my mother had sent me to Harlan's but unfortunately she had developed some misguided idea that she should throw a party for some of her shareholders and clients. It was sort of a "we have a happy family and I want to rub it in your face" sort of thing disguised as a Thanksgiving celebration to say she was "Thankful" for all they have done or will do. Honestly, I didn't give two fucks at her reasoning. I was 16 and at this point puberty was fucking good to me. I was hoping for some kind of action.

Considering our home was not exactly large enough to handle 25 families that ranged from 3 to 6 members each, My mother had rented a beautifully restored inn that was settled nicely in amongst the trees that was most of the beautiful state of Massachusetts.

Of course my mother had decided that I was to dress how she thought was best. I couldn't argue as she had always wanted us to up to date on our clothes, within reason. It was popular for boys my age to wear skinny jeans and eye liner. That was not acceptable. Of course it wasn't my style. I have always wanted to be dressed in the best attire. The thought of expressing myself through my wardrobe wasn't something that thrilled me.

Its was nearing 5pm when the guests had began arriving and dinner was to be prepared and served by 7. Each family was permitted to stay in the rooms at the inn but it wasn't required. My mother chose the fanciest rooms for us. I wasn't surprised. I had been given my own room to my delight as she said it was bad enough we were all stuck together for a two week period and the fact that I was 16 was enough to drive her batty.

During the greeting and schmoozing part of the early evening, I grew bored as most of the children arriving with their parents were just that. Not one had been even close to over the age of 12. I decided to give the Inn a good and proper look over. I made my way into the lobby, ignoring most and taking a glance at the books to see just how many of these snooty, sparkling rich assholes were planning on staying the weekend.

At the point there were near five families written excluding mine. The Dobrieves in rooms 12 and 14, The Scottsmens in rooms 10 and 11, The Everlies in 3 and 4, The Danes in 6 and 7 and The Belles in 8 and 9. I remember being angry that all of these people decided to stay because I knew each of them had children under the age of 6 except the Belles. I hadn't heard of nor met them before.

I began to look around to spot these newcomers. They must be clients be because mother had never spoken of them. There she was... the only beautiful young woman that would end up having my attention the whole night. My parents weren't pleased of course but I honestly didn't care. My father hated the idea as she was as he said "not the right color" to be my girlfriend.

She had beautiful brown skin that seemed to shimmer in the soft lighting of the Inn. The beautiful purple dress she wore made my heart race. Her face was delicate and her eyes were sad. She seemed to be about as pleased to be around a bunch of white people as they were to be around a family of black people.

I had to introduce myself but suddenly, for the first time in my whole life, I hated who I was. She seemed displeased with the crowd of ugly old white men and their too young wives with the spoiled brats that they spawned. I was spoiled. I was rich. I was white. I needed to be near her, though. I needed to hear her speak.

Holy shit, she is so beautiful, stop staring Ransom, you fuck!

I couldn't take my eyes off her that was until she looked at me. For the first and only time in my life, I lost my entire sense of cool when she noticed me staring and I dashed out the front door, pushing past people dressed like they belonged in the game of Clue. I ran out of the garden and to the wood line wear I proceeded to throw up.

Stupid teenage hormones had gotten the better of me. I stood outside, doing all I could to collect myself. I decided the best way to deal was to occupy myself with something. I chose to rummage through the guests cars and steal anything I could that was pointless so I could blame the staff for it later and plant it on them.

I found a pack of cigarettes, a necklace, a pair of panties (best to leave those and let the missus catch that asshole) and weed. At this point in my life, I had developed a taste for smoking so I kept the cigarettes and the weed for myself. I traipsed off toward the woods once again with a cigarette between my lips but had forgotten a way to light it. I sighed and let my head drop and that was when I heard the sweetest voice. It was her, my beauty. The future Mrs. Drysdale... or at least I thought at the time.

"Need a light?" She asked as I saw her coming from the same direction I had come from. I nodded and she came closer before lighting my cigarette with a rather fancy lighter.

I took a deep inhale and blew the smoke away before gesturing to the cars.

"What were you doing over?"

"Same thing you were. You missed this lighter. Did you find the panties too?"

I nodded with a chuckle. She grinned, "Find anything good?"

I held up the baggie of weed and she smirked.

Dinner had been called and we laughed at each other. I presented her my hand.

"Ransom."

"Dina Belle"

We walked arm in arm backed to the Inn, sharing my cigarette. Once in sight of the front door we tossed the butt and entered. We took our seats and waited for my mother to make her speech and my father to make his horrible jokes. Dina and I couldn't stop looking at one another. All through dinner we would glance at each other, catch the other staring, or smiling.

Once the party was over my parents began to wish people goodnight. I chose to go up to my room and shower. I took a shower, one of which I jerked off in. I was 16, it was the only thing I thought about next to money and snacks. I decided to give my parents the chance to fall asleep before I would set to my night of smoking weed and jerking off. It was little after midnight when I heard a soft knock at my door. I answered it and standing in front of me was Dina. She was wearing a little pair of panties with lacy around the waist and it had peace signs all over the crotch and ass. Her top was a flimsy soft material that had straps that looked like they could fall off her shoulders at any minute. I swallowed hard the realized I was wearing just a thin pair of silk pants.

She pushed passed me and came into my room. I closed the door and turned to look at her. I guess my face was one of fear because she asked if I was going to throw up again. I hate that she saw that but...

We locked my door and went to the window to smoke some weed. We talked for a while and made fun of the people that had attended the party. As I was laughing she leaned over and kissed me. I immediately took advantage of this and pulled her onto my lap. She straddled my thighs and we made out for a long time.

My heart raced when she asked me to "fuck" her hard all night. I won't lie. The first time we did it, I didn't last long, but we spent hours going at it. I even learned how to go down on a girl in the shower just as the sun was coming up.

I saw her again one other time, I was 19 and she was still beautiful and still wanted me. We fucked again for old time's sake but o haven't seen her since.

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whatdoesshedotothem · 4 years ago

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Thursday 14 May 1835: SH:7/ML/E/18/0034

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No kiss. Dull rain threatening morning - ¼ hour writing journal of yesterday till 9 ¼ at which hour F48 ½° and at which hour breakfast - had Booth and Mr Bradley and Aquilla Green till 11 - the latter wanted me to let him have some posts and rails yes! Mr Bradley begged the [centres] might not be struck till Monday! took Booth to explain about the ice house - as I saw he (Mr B-) did not want me I left them to themselves but would have the ice house plan altered - the pit to be perpendicular and the passage so as a barrow could go along it - Booth very poorly when he had done with Mr B- had him into the north dining room and shewed him the plan of Northgate and of Lodges had had Washington ever since 11 to near 1 planning the stable part of Northgate - Booth staid till 2 - could make no guess about the cost of Northgate - thinks the mason work of the lodge plan I liked best, might be done for £150 - A- wished me to go with her to Cliff Hill - walked by her side - sat 1/2 hour at Cliff Hill till 3 ¼ - in returning found Eugenie and Matthew in the hut - annoyed, but very quiet, and said little or nothing to them but merely that they had better go home - I should say nothing to E- there - with Charles H- - he and James had just got the beam up to carry the granary floor over the new coach house - had Robert Mann - said we really must have some agreement about the new drift - Holt must come -A- returned at 6 - dinner at 6 25 - coffee - our new man John Clark waited very fairly well - seems likely so suit us - told A- what had happened - resolved to give Eugenie warning - sent for her into the dressing room - ‘E- have you any expectation of marrying Matthew?’ ‘ No madame!’ ‘very well! then you may consider yourself at liberty this day month!’ - E- attempted to excuse herself but I merely replied -‘I have nothing more to say’ and walked off - told Marian what had passed - she not at all sorry - talking to A- 20 minutes with my aunt till 10 10 - finish but dull cold day till 5pm then a little rain and rainy night, and F47 ½° at 10 40 pm - George rode the pony to the post this evening - then sent back with message to Greenwood to come at 10 am tomorrow to see the Northgate plans before my sending them off - George in a hurt I suppose - and in trotting the pony down the hill threw him down and cut his knees terribly - very careless - did not say much, but said he might mind better or I could not do with it - ought to have taken more care; as he had had the animal down before -

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prettyminyoongii · 4 years ago

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Secret Admirer || Hwang Hyunjin ||

“Oh fuck.” I curse in pain. All my things have fallen down from the supposedly secure box but instead, opened its flaps, letting my belongings fall down.

“ y/n, are you okay? You need help there?” My mom said, rushing to pick up my things and placing them in a more secure cardboard box.

“I’m beginning to question your independent abilities since you can’t even tape a box. Maybe you shouldn’t be in the dorms yet. I can rent a place nearby so I can stay with you.” I sigh as she hands me the the box and we both go downstairs to the trunk of the car.

“I’ll be fine in college mom. Trust me I have my future ready.” I say, closing the trunk as we then journey to the roads of my college.

I unknowingly fell asleep on the way. Waking up by the beam of sunlight, I see the gates of college; fraternity and sorority rituals, smelling the pot and juul, and even partying at the fields when it’s just 2pm. It was just as I imagined.

“Honey we’re here. Open the trunk and grab your things.” I then stepped out of the car, opened the trunk and got my boxes and baggages. We both then went to the lobby.

“Hi! How may help you?” The polite woman said, smiling at the both of us.

“Yes, hi! I am a freshman here and I would like to get my dorm please.”

“Name please?”

“Y/N, Y/L/N.”

The women then went on her computer, checking for vacant rooms. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and was frightful to say the conflict.

“I am terribly sorry Ms. Y/L/N but all the dorms for the women’s wing is unfortunately occupied.” This made my mom disappointed.

“Are there any other options?” My mom asked.

“There is a temporary option which is that, Ms. Y/L/N would be staying at the men’s wing until we could find a permanent dorm for her.” The woman hesitantly says to my mom. I could see the look on my mom’s face and she is dissatisfied.

“It is fine, we would rather-“

“I can take it.” I cut my mother’s words as she looks at me unpleasantly.

“May you give us a second to discuss?” My mom excuses us from the counter, pulling my wrist far from there.

“What on earth are you doing?” My mom murmured angrily.

“This is college mom. I would face worse problems than this and it is the college experience. I’m not a child. I can handle myself and you just need to trust me, please? Boys are not my priority here.” I give her reassurance as she sighs in defeat. We then went back to the lobby and take the keys.

Hours passed by and my roommate did not arrived yet. I began to study for my future classes and suddenly, I heard banging on the door. I stood up, frightened by the action as the door opens to reveal-

“Hyunjin?”

“Um hi! Do I know you?” He asked in confusion. Of course I would know Hwang Hyunjin , the most popular boy back in our high school but of course, he wouldn’t know me since I was only known to few.

“Oh, I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. Your temporary roommate.” I reached out my hand for his as we shook hands.

“Y/N? Really? Wow! You um... changed a lot.” He stepped aback and began looking at me up and down, smirking at what is standing in front of him. I was surprised to the fact that he knows me.

“It’s just the haircut.” I jokingly said, as my cheeks started to burn from the compliment.

“Why are you my temporary roommate anyway? Isn’t there another building for the women’s?”

“Well, there’s no vacant room for me so they put me here.”

“It’s good seeing an old high schoolmate. Brings me back to my old times.” He chuckled, laying down on his twin sized bed.

“Well I have my first class coming near by. I’ll see you later?” I packed my school supplies then looked at his dark brown eyes.

“See you later.” He smiled as I stepped outside to have my first ever college class. College has been going quite well already

I was having a hard time looking for my class, as the building was massive.

“Is this room 27?” I knocked on the door, and so the professor nods her head.

“Since I see that it is the first day, I’ll let the tardiness slide for today. As I said, I am Ms. Kim. Call me Prof. Kim .”

Classes then continued.

———— 𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 ————

The first period was already done yet the day felt tiring. I had a free period after that so I happily walked out of the classroom.

Someone tapped my shoulder as I turned around to see who it was.

“Hi I am Lia. You must be new here. I can see from the whole ‘lost-freshman’ face.” She politely greeted me as we shook hands.

“I’m Y/N and yes, I desperately need help.” I chuckled as we exchanged laughter.

“Want me to give you a tour around this place?” She asked as I cheerfully nodded.

We started wandering around the halls after the long tour around. She then spoke to break the silence.

“Y/N, how come I don’t see you in the women’s dormitory? I mean, the freshman stay in one floor.”

“I am... um... staying in the men’s wing actually.” I stuttered, being embarrassed of the situation.

“I support LGBTQ+ Y/N. You can tell me anythi-“

“No it’s just that there’s no vacant space in the women’s wing so they placed me there. I’m straight.” I chuckled over her assumption as we started getting to know each other.

“So who’s your roommate then?”

“His name is Hwang Hyunjin.”

“Oh God. He’s like the talk of the town. He’s been dubbed as ‘ campus hottie ’. I mean, they aren’t wrong though.” Lia was right. He’s an impeccable man.

“Well, I’m stuck with him being my roommate. We came from the same high school so I guess that’s somewhat good.” Lia chuckled at my statement and so did I.

“So there’s going to be a freshman party. Would you mind going with me? I’m pretty sure you are my only friend and why not have some fun hm? I’ll introduce you to my roommate too.”

“It would be splendid for me to go but I don’t really know how to dress for these kinds of things. I’d rather stay in my room and study-“

“Come to my room instead Y/N. I think I can doll you up.” Lia insisted and so I agreed.

“Be there around 5 pm. See you!” Lia waved her goodbyes as we went on to our next period

5pm

I arrived at the front door of Lia’s dorm. I began fidgeting with my purse as I heard the knob turning. The door opened to reveal someone who wasn’t Lia but instead, a boy?

“Hey I’m Chan. You must be Y/N.” The boy said, clearing the way for me to go inside.

“You must be her roommate?” I assume as Chan chuckled.

“I’m actually her um... friend. Yeah... friends.” He murmured and yet I had a feeling of a complicated relationship between them.

“ Y/N, You actually came!” Lia had approached and hugged me.

“Oh, I see you met Chan.” She added, as both of them met eyes.

“Here’s my roommate, Kim .” Kim approached me and introduced herself.

“So you’re the roommate of Hwang Hyunjin.” She chuckled, analyzing my appearance and then added, “We need a complete makeover for you. I get the innocent-never-been-touched look from you sister but this is college and you need to have some fun! Sit down let’s get started.”

Kim and Lia then started dolling me up.

———— 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 ————

8pm

Couple of hours passed by yet it felt like decades sitting in front of a vanity.

“And... we... are... done! Take a look in the mirror.” Kim cheerfully said as I gazed at my own reflection on the mirror. I looked completely different. From the outfit, to the makeup.

“How about we go to that party hm?” Lia says as she grabbed her purse and escorted us outside.

We finally arrived at the party. It was like every typical party; flashing lights, blasting music, and the smell of alcohol and pot.

“Everyone, this is Y/N .” Kim announced to a small group of friends. At the corner, I saw Hyunjin mingling with other people. We then sat down on the couch and met other people.

“Y/N, do you mind if I go along with Chan?” Lia asked as I tilted my head, seeing Chan waiting for my response. I smiled and nodded, “Sure! Don’t have too much fun okay?” I jokingly said as Lia teasingly slapped me and went on to have the night with Chan.

“Hey, I’m Sehun. Y/N right?” I turned around to see another freshman. I then introduced myself to him.

“What if we guys play a game of truth or dare hm?” Kim insisted which made everyone laugh.

“That’s for kids.” One of them added but I don’t quite know her name.

“Whatever you say Minnie. If you don’t wanna join then go somewhere else.” So that’s her name. Kim, who was already tipsy, uttered to Minnie.

“Well since you wanted to do the game, truth or dare?” Minnie talked back.

“Truth.”

“Who would you wanna smash in this room?” Minnis lifted her eyebrow as she looked at Kim fiercely.

“Namjoon.” They all looked to see Namjoon, the tall handsome guy. He chuckled by the so-called compliment of Kim.

“Y/N, truth or dare?” Kim then asked you.

“Truth.” I nervously held my hand, knowing that the question wouldn’t be good.

“Where was the craziest place you got smashed?”

“The um...” I couldn’t think of any location.

“Bedroom...?” I lied.

“Y/N, are you a virgin?” Namjoon said standing up from the couch as I stepped aback.

“I... have to go.” I stuttered, leaving the area.

I swam through the crowds. I could hear someone calling me from behind. As I turned around, Sehun had been following.

“Where are you going? The party just started.” Sehun started to approach me, which made me take a few steps back.

“I really got to go.” I said, getting out with a quicker pace.

Sehun still caught up to me and so he grabbed my arm and held my waist.

“I can help with that little virginity of yours.” He whispered to my ear which made me push him and scream, “Get the fuck away from me!”

Before I could even make another move, someone knocked him out and I looked up to see who it was.

“Y/N are you okay?”

“Hyunjim...”

I suddenly felt unconscious. I felt my whole body collapse to the ground like I fell asleep.

———— 𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 ————

I woke up and saw my surroundings. I was back at my bed, head dizzy and my body very sore.

“Oh, you woke up. Are you feeling alright?” I turned to my left, seeing Hyunjin fresh from the shower, towel wrapped around his hips and another towel used for drying his flawless hair.

“There’s warm bottled water at the counter. That’s the best cure for a hangover-“

“Oh, I’m not hungover, I get dizzy and unconscious easily. It’s been like, a ‘disease’ for me and I freak out.” I felt embarrassed, realizing what happened last night.

“Well are you okay, at least?” He approached me and I was speechless from the sculptured masterpiece right in front of me.

I had a loss of words, and stuttered “Y-yeah.”

“You want me to bring you to class? Just to know you’re fine.” He smiled at me as I nodded to the statement. I then went to the bathroom to get ready.

I was ready to leave. I grabbed my books and packed it up in my bag. I tied my shoes and did finishing touches.

“Are you ready?” Hyunjin asked, leaning on to the door. I nodded once more, and got a mixed feeling of the whole situation.

We began walking through the halls. His hands were in his pockets while I was holding my books tightly. It was deafining silence until Hyunjin decided to break it.

“Y/N, um... since we are roommates, I think it’s an obligation to get to know each other, you know?” He turned around to face me, stopping his tracks.

“Maybe you wanna hang over dinner?” He added, yet I was still silent. I didn’t know what to say. I froze for no apparent reason.

“Or maybe it’s fine if you don’t want to-“

“I’d be glad to. I’m sorry, I’m still lightheaded from yesterday.” I replied, rubbing my eyes from the dizziness.

“It’s fine. I overheard what Namjoon said last night and it wasn’t right for them to make fun of you.”

“But people our age are supposed to have fun. I’m just a fucking freak even if I try changing the way I look.” I began to tear up, recalling past memories from high school.

“You aren’t Y/N. And your change is good. I barely recognized you when I first met you again. Fuck them losers. You deserve more than that. Why don’t I treat you for that dinner hm?” Hyunjin came closer and smiled, making my heart flutter.

“See later then. I gotta go to class.” I giggled as I waved goodbye to him.

#stray kids #hyunjin cute #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin

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devnny · 5 years ago

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CHAPTER TWELVE.

JTRM — THE “R” STANDS FOR RECOVERING!

PREVIOUSLY.

GOD THIS TOOK FOREVER!!!!! it’s 6k fucking words too, jeezus lord. at least its cute, and sad, and cute.

the events of my old ass drabble TOUCH. is mentioned briefly in this chapter too, should you have not read that and would care to :]c ANYWAY, ENJOY

[Dear Diary,

I had another dream about killing Devi.

They’ve become too vivid… I’m growing more and more worried that my mind will blur fantasy with reality, and I’ll attack her thinking it’s a dream. I don’t know why I would do that… I don’t want to attack her. I don’t want to hurt her, ever.

So, as a precaution, I’ve decided that I won’t be sleeping anymore. Staying awake is all that I can do combat these shitty nightmares.]

Johnny scratched the final letter of his latest diary entry firmly into the paper’s face, then closed the cover quietly. He tucked the book under his chair, careful to not alert Devi, who was painting a few feet away, that he was making any unusual movements.

He felt badly to keep these dreams a secret from her, since he was confident that Meat was interfering with his sleep somehow, but he buried those prickly feelings of guilt to the best of his ability. The only other reason for these reoccurring nightmares would be that he, in fact, was thinking them up all on his own, which was even worse as far as Johnny was concerned. Either way, he was terrified that if he mentioned it to Devi that she would again grow suspicious of him.

After regaining so much of her trust, it would kill him inside to see her hesitate to accept his company, or linger on her words or her decisions in what she allowed him to do with her, all because he wasn’t in control of his subconscience. Very few people were able to control their unconscious mind, but Johnny still felt immensely paranoid that Devi wouldn’t be understanding, regardless of if it would be because of actual resentment, or simply out of fear, even though she would still want to trust him. That might sting even worse, actually.

They had built such a comforting routine in her home; working away on creative endeavors together at all hours, and enjoying each other’s company over shared meals and television in their downtime. It was so soothing, bidding her ‘goodnight’ and ‘good morning’ each day. Devi’s sleep schedule had returned to its atrociously inconsistent cycle since he moved in with her, so sometimes he would be saying ‘goodnight’ at 5PM, and other times saying ‘good morning’ at 5PM, but it was gratifying all the same. He didn’t know, after he was ‘better’ and was supposed to return to his own house, how he would go through each day without being able to offer her such daily pleasantries. Maybe he would be able to do so over the phone, he thought, but it wouldn’t be the same.

His eyes lifted from the scantily-worked-on page that was fastened to his drafting table and settled on Devi’s kneeling figure a short distance away. Johnny smiled to see the small smirk on her face while she blotted color across her canvas. She had been toiling away on this commissioned work for almost a week now, and she always seemed to enter some kind of frenzied state whenever she was nearing a piece’s completion. It was a large project, she had told him, and would offer her a very hefty paycheck once it was finished. Maybe it was the thought of money that pushed her into such an energetic fit of creation – Johnny could only speculate. She grinned and rubbed a bit of paint from her cheek as she stepped back to review her efforts.

His lips pursed into a longer smile; how could he even consider sullying her mood by bringing up useless things like night terrors? He couldn’t. He would handle this himself, and leave Devi to her work.

DAYS LATER:

Devi beamed, squiggling her brush down her canvas to the rhythm of the song she currently had blasting from the speakers of her art room. Nothing was more satisfying than going to the bank and depositing a nice, big, fucking check, and she could only express her delight by jumping right into a personal project as soon as she and Johnny had returned home. It felt so good to have enough money, for the time being, to indulge in painting what she wanted to for more than an hour.

“Hey!” Johnny’s voice piped up over the music, and Devi turned to see him pull his headphones off of one of his ears. His headphones were his only defense against her deafening taste in music, so it must be important. Devi searched the floor for the dinky little remote that controlled the speakers, and lowered the volume to a reasonable level.

“Yeah?” She grinned at him, and he met her smile with one of his own.

“Can you hold your arm out like ‘this’ for me?” Johnny stuck his arm out and twisted it downwards in a fist to give her an example. Devi scoffed, used to him asking her to pose for reference by now, and tried to mimic what he had requested.

“Like that?”

“Ummm, no, down a little more. Ehhh—” He wiggled his fist in her direction. “—put your shoulder up more, maybe? Give me… ‘intimidating’.”

Devi laughed.

“Shut the Hell up.” She huffed a few chuckles and brought her shoulder up as instructed.

“YES. HOLD THAT.” Johnny exclaimed and hurriedly resumed his sketching. Devi’s smile remained while she watched him work.

She had to admit she was proud of how far he had come since this whole thing started – he hardly ever devolved into a crying mess when his drawings weren’t progressing to his liking anymore. The last time Devi remembered him throwing a fit was shortly after the ‘leash and collar’ situation began, and she figured that that was more out of pent up frustration for that small bit of humiliation, and not so much because he was a creative loose-cannon.

The way his tongue poked out while he drew was a little more endearing suddenly, but Devi dismissed the thought, chalking it up to the current carefree feeling in the air. The evening was set to be lighthearted the moment she had gotten paid; the plan was to have whatever the fuck she wanted for dinner, and then binge-watch the entire movie series of The Beast What Licked Me, which was the main trilogy and all of its subsequent, horrible spinoff movies by less-than-admirable production studios. Devi smiled at the idea of having fun for once.

“You know, the lofty smile doesn’t really give me that ‘intimidating’ vibe.” Johnny spoke with a teasing laugh, earning a dismissive, blithe scoff from his model.

“Shut your mouth—aren’t you hungry yet?” Devi snorted, wriggling her shoulder to rib at him further. He stuck the end of his pencil into his lip curiously.

“Are you?”

“Sure, and I think my hand’s had enough painting for one day.” She straightened her posture with a widening grin. “You done?”

“Well, I am for now, if that’s alright with my, er, mentor…” Johnny replied with the question in his stare, and Devi snickered again.

“You are excused for the evening. Now, let’s order Chinese, for delivery. I don’t feel like leaving the house again today.” Devi mused while she walked out of the room. Johnny smiled giddily at the comment – one trip outside was enough for one day, he’d agree wholeheartedly!

FIFTEEN-MINUTES-OR-LESS LATER:

Johnny threw the wad of cash that Devi had so-entrusted him with directly into the delivery boy’s face, knocking him over with the force of the impact as he snatched the take-out bag from him. He slammed the door shut callously, and hummed in approval at the now familiar smell of Devi’s favorite Chinese restaurant.

He strode to the kitchen with it, and began laying out the bag’s drippy contents onto the counter. He jumped when he felt something jab into his side, but hardly had to turn his head before he recognized Devi’s head peeking into his peripheral. She gave him a cheeky grin, and he smiled back shyly.

“You’re already finished showering?”

“Yeah, heh, just needed to rinse off that outside-world smell.” She crossed her arms over one of his shoulders as she leaned to see what he was doing. “…Why’d you bother bringing the food in here?”

Johnny gesticulated his hands loosely around the counterspace as he attempted to explain, but it was difficult with Devi touching him.

“WELL, it’s—” Another swat of his hands. “…greasy!”

Devi snortled and slid off of his shoulder, giving his back an additional plap with her palm before moving to inspect tonight’s dinner. She popped open one of the containers and couldn’t help but jam a pair of chopsticks into it right away, scooping a pile of noodles into her mouth happily.

She exhaled contently through her nose while she chewed, then turned a curious eye to Johnny, who was picking at the fabric of his shirt where she had just been pressed against him. It was only for a second, but it was enough to take notice of before he tilted to look through the boxes and find which one was his entrée. Devi swallowed, and watched his thin fingers play with the lids while she thought.

When had she gotten so comfortable with touching him? It had been a long time since physical contact with anyone had been so nonchalant for her. If she could guess, it was probably due to the whole ‘close proximity of the leash’ thing, or maybe the whole ‘living together’ thing, but either way it was bizarre that she hadn’t realized how casual things had become until she noticed Johnny’s slight change in demeanor in response to it.

One wouldn’t have to ask Johnny ‘when’ the touching started; he could tell you with one-hundred percent certainty that it was the night that they went to pick up a few groceries from a nearby 24/7. Devi had approached him, and set a hand on his arm for an undiscernible amount of seconds while she spoke to him – undiscernible because his brain had just about exploded from the direct contact. He had returned the casual touching with a modest hand on her shoulder, and she hadn’t killed him for it. Johnny would probably remember that night for the rest of his existence.

But Devi was left to ponder at what point she had regrown enough trust for him to poke and prod at him without wanting to carve her own skin off afterward. He was a lot less horrible now, and she enjoyed his company again, so she supposed that said something, at least. She shrugged it off and stuffed a piece of chicken in her mouth.

“You ready to get this hideous marathon underway?” Devi asked while she chewed. Johnny carefully lifted the top off of the horrendously spicy dish he’d ordered.

“Yes!” He beamed at her eagerly, brandishing a spork as though it was a beacon for his well-equipped-ness for the evening.

FIVE MOVIES IN:

“Oouughh…” Devi vocalized her agony with her fingers pressed to her sore eyes.

“Yeah, that FX make-up is garbage. Worse than the one in Spawn of The Beast What Licked Me.” Johnny replied lazily from his side of the couch, half-melted into the cushion. Though his corneas burned just as badly, the pain didn’t register with him the same way.

“No,” Devi griped. “my eyes are killing me…”

A yawn punctuated her complaint, and Johnny lifted his head attentively. She was tired. He’d come to learn the signs of her exhaustion quite well, and despite his current feelings about sleep, rest appeared to do Devi some good.

“Are you going to go to bed?” He asked and reset his head onto the back cushion of the couch comfortably. Devi peeked at him from the armrest on the opposite side, where she had devolved into a lumpy ball as the night wore on. Her ear pressed into the cushy fabric, and she slanted her mouth in discontent.

She didn’t particularly want to go to sleep. There was only one more movie to go, and it felt weak as Hell to give up now when she was so close to the end of a movie binge. Devi lulled her head in the direction of the TV, and winced away in regret when the flashing light burned her eyes.

“Ugh.” She grunted in defeat. “Yeah, I guess.”

“We can finish these last two tomorrow.” Johnny offered to ease her frustration, and Devi smirked through her exhaustion.

“Yeah, okay.” She agreed and rolled into a seated position. She struggled to stand with her tired legs, but managed to force herself up.

One of her hands came down to point at Johnny as she passed him, her finger hovering just out of reach of his nose.

“—And don’t you dare watch ahead.” Devi smiled despite her threatening tone. “You turn that shit off, you don’t get to watch without me.”

Johnny grinned uneasily, half of him delighted at how she joked with him.

“Yes, of course.” He assured her, and Devi nodded appreciatively before hobbling off to bed. Johnny watched her door click shut, then searched for the remote and turned the TV off.

His body slumped against the couch, the satisfied feeling in his torso weighing him down into its pillows. He debated what he could do for the rest of the night with his lazy, fried brain. The dull feeling in his arms made drawing seem impossible, and he didn’t want to turn on the TV again until he was sure Devi was soundly asleep. So he laid on the couch and thought to pass the time.

It didn’t take long for his thoughts to turn to Devi, and he smiled comfortably as he reviewed the day’s events. Johnny laced his fingers over his chest and contemplated if their relationship would progress further than this, or if it had reached it’s peak at her not hating him and offering him passing physical contact. He was perfectly happy with how things were now, but he would have said the same thing about her begrudgingly tolerating his company two months ago. Now he couldn’t imagine going back to that time and being satisfied without her smile, or laughter, or rib jabbing.

A sigh slipped past his lips as he smooshed further into the couch at the memory of her forearms crossed over his shoulders early this evening. It was so nice. Everything was so nice now; he felt like he could exist like this forever. The impermanence of his situation was lost from his mind for the time being, and he nestled his brow into the cushion while he let his tender thoughts carry his brain away.

Without realizing, his eyes slowly began to settle closed, and he drifted into an impromptu nap.

Johnny reaffixed his grip on the handle of his knife, the tendons there further visible under the gaunt skin of his hand. He would usually wear gloves for something like this – it was so messy – but a kill such as this one, that was so personal and passionate in nature, had no room for measures of tidiness.

She deserved this so much; she was so mean. Cruel. She never treated him like this before, when they had their nice, engaging conversations at the bookstore. Everything was so pleasant then. He could still imagine her, with her short black hair and uniform apron, and her dark, painted lips that made his heart go berserk when they tilted up into a smile for him. Him, bringing a smile to someone else’s face. How abnormal.

His own mouth twitched upwards more, making his grin look more unhinged than it already did. The little spatters of blood on his cheeks and nose smeared under the creases it brought.

Devi lay below him – on the floor, if he wasn’t mistaken – looking up at him in fear. He’d only stabbed her a few times so far, but Johnny could tell by the terror in her eyes that she knew those wouldn’t be the only ones. He crouched over her form, as he had over so many others, and held her shoulder with his left hand while the right started its habitual swinging.

The blade plunged into her chest again, marring her shirt with another bloody hole. Then another, and another. He could feel the flexible bones of her ribcage bend under the base of his palm, compressed by the weight of his blows.

It felt so GOOD. She earned all of these! All of her stabbing, painful comments – she should have expected this outcome. This new, purple-haired, pigtailed Devi was not the one he cared so much for; she was a demon! A bastardized version of his Devi; one that smirked coolly at him as though she owned him; one that barraged him with pointless tests and berated him with cutting words when he failed.

“You deserve this!” Johnny breathed, digging the knife into her torso again. Devi did little to stop him, as she had so far, and only looked at him painfully. YES! She deserved this pain!

“You deserve this – you deserve this—!” He ranted, continuing to repeat the phrase over and over as he stabbed her. He watched her eyes – those pretty, green eyes – filled with hurt.

But it wasn’t the hurt that he had originally thought.

It wasn’t like the looks his other victims gave him, eyes filled with tears from the physical agony they were in. It wasn’t even the same as the horror he’d seen on her face before, when he had lunged at her in his home. Johnny’s smile slowly began to drop, seeing the unusual emotion in Devi’s eyes. She looked at him with so much betrayal – almost longingly, as if to ask “Why?”, or to say, “How could you?”.

Why wasn’t she fighting him? She should be able to get away. She’s always gotten away from him – always refused to be a victim to him. Why was she just LAYING there, letting him kill her?

That’s what he was doing. He was KILLING HER.

Devi seemed to acknowledge her impending death at the same time he had, and her expression grew wearier. Johnny felt anxiety rapidly mounting inside him, and only removed his fixation away from her face when he felt her hand gingerly grip at his fist. He looked down and watched her fingers, matted with blood, trying as best as they could to grasp onto him. He also realized that he was still holding the knife firmly in her sternum.

With a jolt of fear, he yanked the knife away, and Devi cried out for the first time that he could remember. It made him drop his weapon, and settle both hands onto her shoulders.

He yelped her name, as if that would do any good. What had he done? He had killed her – she was dying. He didn’t want to believe it, and the sound of her labored breathing brought him to tears. This shouldn’t be happening – Devi had helped him. She offered him so much of her; her time, her support, her home – and he had reduced her into a gored mass on her bedroom floor.

No, no, no. This wasn’t right. He wanted to scream and sob, but that would do nothing to fix this.

A sticky sensation on his cheek brought him out of his panic, and he realized after a moment that it was Devi’s hand, wet from her own blood. Despite the slippery, unpleasant feeling of the blood, Johnny was drawn to the delicate touch of her fingers, and tried to lean into them despite the weakness in her digits. He wanted her palm – he wanted it to cradle his cheek, and indulge in the forbade softness from her that he himself had ruined his chances of.

Johnny didn’t get what he wanted, of course. Devi’s hand slowly dropped away from his face, lingering until all the strength left her limbs, and her arm fell to her bloodied stomach. Johnny refused to take his eyes off of hers, and the anxiety he felt previously worked into a massive ball of dread as he saw the glint in Devi’s eyes begin to dull.

No, no, no, no—

Johnny almost gagged from the abrupt force of the gasp that brought him back to consciousness. His leg kicked out, knocking over some empty containers and cans that had been left on the coffee table, and he scampered away from the sound with startled fear. A hand came up to palm away the wet lines that streaked down his cheekbones, but cold tears were the least of his concerns with his lungs beating air out of him faster than he could bring it in. Johnny tried to gather himself and calm his breathing down, but his heart wouldn’t allow it, and continued pounding against the walls of its boney prison like a furious captive.

His eyes shook with anxiety as his pupils flashed from side to side, trying to use some amount of logic amongst his hysteria to convince himself everything was fine, and that his panic was just the result of another Godawful nightmare. Johnny noted the dark living room, the messy table, the quiet television set; nothing amiss or broken, nothing to indicate that anything in the apartment was any different from any other night, besides his quaking form bundled up on the sofa.

He turned his attention to Devi’s bedroom door, and his haggard breaths immediately stopped. Her door was ajar. He had never seen her door open when she was sleeping, ever.

A shaky inhale sucked down his throat, and he started shivering from his shoulders down his arms and to his stomach. There was a sudden, paralyzing feeling of nausea woven through his guts, and it was almost painful to make his knees lift him into a standing position, like forcing a rusted bolt to twist. He couldn’t get his back to straighten fully as he stood, so he crept with a nervous hunch in his shoulders toward Devi’s bedroom.

Johnny swallowed past the dry flesh of his mouth as he reached the threshold of the doorway. His breath trembled again; he was terrified that upon pushing open the door fully, he would find Devi’s lifeless body on the floor, right where he had ‘dreamed’ it was. He couldn’t bear the thought that his worst fear had come to fruition – that his crappy, broken mind failed to recognize reality from fantasy, and either it, or Meat, had tricked him into murdering Devi with a rage that he didn’t even have for her.

Despite his paralyzing fear, his hand settled onto the front of the door, and he creaked it open slowly. Johnny shakingly took a step inside, and even with the only light in the room being the dim reflection of a billboard outside, he could tell that there was nothing on the floor besides the usual scattered belongings. Certainly no bodies, and definitely not the one that belonged to Devi.

He brought his attention up to her bed, and his lips wibbled fearfully at the unidentifiable shape under the purple covers. He could see what would be assumed to be Devi’s head poking out of the lump, resting on a pillow, but that was all. Johnny gulped quietly again. His paranoia couldn’t let him leave it at that – he had to make sure that she was well, instead of just assuming she was sleeping peacefully.

He hurried to the side of the bed, and stared down with wide, fearful eyes at her neutral face that was tucked so snugly behind her curled hand. She wasn’t making any sounds, and he couldn’t tell with his own body shaking the way it was, if she was breathing or not. He continued staring, trying with all his might to determine if her body was rising and falling with lifegiving breath, and only grew more and more panicked the longer he couldn’t stop trembling and focus enough to confirm it.

With a renewed burst of anxiety, Johnny shot forward, jabbing a knee into the fluff of her comforter. He grabbed her by the shoulders to shake her awake with terrified urgency, unable to think of any other way to quell his fears fast enough. Devi’s eyes opened right away, rattling around in her aching head with confused alarm until she heard Johnny’s wailing.

“DEVI! DEVI, DEVI—!” His face pinched miserably as he saw her irises flicker into view and focus squarely on him. His fingers tightened onto her shoulders further as his began to shake again, and he drooped like a dejected, wilted flower against her collar. He continued calling her name, but his voice garbled as he deteriorated into sobs.

It took Devi a moment to register what the Hell was going on, but her shocked expression melted into a tired, exasperated one as she realized Johnny was just having a fit about something, again.

“Nny—Nny!” She tried to urge him out of his crying with a few shoves on the arm, but Johnny only continued blubbering. He was trying desperately to explain himself, Devi could gather that much, but he was completely incoherent. She sighed in exhaustion, desperate to calm him and go the fuck back to bed.

“Johnny,” She set a hand on his head, lazily leading it to lay flat on her mattress. “relax, please. Relax.”

Johnny, whose figure had been half-collapsed on her bed already, buckled from his distress, and he laid loosely at her side like a ragdoll.

“—you were dead, you were dead—!” He managed to blather out, and Devi sighed again. She assumed that this was the result of another nightmare he had, and papped his hair with as much sympathy as she was willing to muster in her fatigued state.

“I’m not dead, Nny. I’m fine… see…?” She mumbled with her eyes closed. Johnny stifled his crying as he tried to accept what she was telling him, but even with the affirmation that she was alive and well, he couldn’t stop his body’s pitiful reaction to fear. He hadn’t been so terrified in a long while – he couldn’t even remember what he would do to ease the feeling before.

A sudden sensation against his hairline startled him out of his grim thoughts, and he realized after a moment that it was Devi’s thumb idly brushing against his skin and into his hair. He stared at the sheets in surprise, unable to do much else besides focus on the strange scratching at his skull. Slowly, his eyelids lowered, but his somber expression remained. Johnny brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly, hoping the pressure would help him relax.

Devi’s fingers stilled after a minute, and he felt her wrist settle loosely on his temple, then eventually slip lower until her forearm rested across the side of his neck. He sniffed, and bent his head down more, but instead of his forehead settling onto his kneecaps, it was obstructed by something warm and flat.

Johnny tilted his head up at an angle, and was surprised to see that what he’d bumped into was Devi’s collar – or rather, the area right below her collar. Her sternum; the bone that he had so viciously impaled with a knife several times in his newest dream. Guilt demanded that he pull his head away from where it rested, but as he turned his head, his ear pressed against her and he felt the light thumping of her heart tickle at his skin. Johnny froze, and his stillness offered him the full, uninterrupted rhythm of Devi’s heartbeat.

Even with his own heart pumping erratically, the sound of Devi’s heart was so audible and loud to the ear that was currently resting against her chest. It was just like any heartbeat, he supposed, but it was so calm and steady, much in contrast to his own which was still wild from coming down off of terror-induced adrenaline. The stable rhythm slowly began to calm him, and he took deep solace in the fact that as long as he could hear that drumming in his ear, it meant that she was alive. He curled further into himself, making sure that his temple was still pressed firmly against her collar.

Johnny chastised himself for a moment, trying to argue through his emotional exhaustion that this was, to some extent, inappropriate, and that now that he knew Devi was safe, he should leave her to rest. But he couldn’t resist the lure of Devi’s soft skin on his cheek, or her arm that was draped over his head, that made him feel oh-so cozy and secure. His eyes settled shut, and with a few lingering post-sobbing sniffs, slipped back into sleep.

THE FOLLOWING MORNING:

Devi mumbled in the back of her throat as she roused from slumber. There was still a dull ache in her brain, and she wasn’t currently at all fond of the idea of opening her eyes or waking up. Her lip twitched at a weird texture flittering against it, and she snorted to encourage whatever it was to fuck off. Her breathing started to slow again, but after a moment, the tickling feeling moved up to her nose, making it curl and huff in annoyance.

She brushed the unknown irritant away with her hand, and opened her eyes bitterly as she accepted that going back to sleep wasn’t going to happen now. She stretched her back out with a groaning sigh, and brought the same hand up to rub her face clear of any grogginess. As she did, the tuft of annoying, plumy things that had woken her up settled back against her mouth. Devi glared out at nothing in aggravation, then flicked her eyes down to finally see what it was.

Her eyes widened in confusion to be greeted with a pile of twisted, black hair. The confusion was short-lived as she realized that the hair was attached to Johnny, who was curled up in a ball beside her within the small space that her bent legs allowed, his head tucked comfortably under her chin. She blanched, and her cheeks quickly grew red from embarrassment and disoriented, shocked anger.

With a jolt of ego-preserving violence, she shoved him away and off of the bed, leaving only his skinny legs splayed in awkward angles atop the mattress. Devi sat up and glared at his boots.

“Johnny, what the Hell!” She huffed, her cheeks still tinged with color. Johnny rebounded from the initial shock of hitting the floor rather quickly, scampering up into a kneel at the side of her bed.

“OH, UH, I—” His own face blushed in shame, and he looked up to Devi’s glowering face, hoping that she wouldn’t be too angry with him. “I uh, I guess I… I fell asleep, after, um…”

His fingers drummed awkwardly against the sheets as he looked around the room noncommittally. Devi’s expression dropped as she remembered, foggily, Johnny coming into her room during the night in absolute hysterics. She grunted and scowled with some acceptance that he’d ended up passing out beside her.

“You moron.” Was all she could say. Johnny raised his eyes to look at her dejectedly, and she scoffed. She threw her legs off the other side of the bed, and walked around it, and Johnny, to reach her bathroom.

Johnny’s lip stuck out curiously. He wondered if that was going to be the extent of his punishment for unwanted physical contact, but dared not ask. Instead, he pulled himself up to sit on the corner of her bed and waited patiently for her to return. He hoped she didn’t come back with anything to hit him with, like the good, old-fashioned, ‘bar of soap in a sock’ flail.

Devi only washed her face, then reentered her room to frown at him. She crossed her arms at the sight of him sitting on her bed, and Johnny held his hands between his knees, timidly avoiding what he assumed was a bitter glare from her. Devi rolled her eyes as she sighed, and joined him on the edge of her mattress.

“Another nightmare, Nny?” She asked. Johnny’s head lowered from the annoyance in her voice.

“Yes…” He mumbled, twiddling his thumbs nervously. He heard Devi scoff again, and he felt further guilt that she was unaware of the seriousness behind his night terrors. After her unintentionally warm comforting the night previous, he felt compelled to tell her the truth.

“Devi, uh, I actually… there’s something I must confess.” Johnny looked to her, and Devi’s mouth flattened in surprise. She hoped silently that this wasn’t something romantic, given the already ridiculous start to her day. Johnny swung his legs absentmindedly.

“Well, you see…” A sigh. “I’ve been having these… “nightmares”, for months.”

“All of them have been about, well, killing you.” Johnny grimaced as he said it, and Devi’s expression shifted to a different kind of surprise. Johnny continued. “Each time I fall asleep, they get worse; more vivid, more violent. Last night’s was the worst one to date. It was so real, Devi, I—I swore that I’d killed you. I was so certain…”

His hands gripped at the fabric of his pants nervously.

“…I think Meat’s behind it.” He said finally, and Devi took new, startled interest in his admission. They were quiet a moment before Devi replied.

“You really think the dreams are his doing?”

“I do.” He affirmed. “He doesn’t speak to me very often now that I live here, but I’m sure it’s him. I… I don’t know why he’s doing it, but I’m sure that he’s influencing them to be so gory and… awful… and you-related.”

Devi pondered this new development with a healthy amount of bitter suspicion. As far as she knew, Reverend Meat wanted Johnny to live, and had yet to try and influence him to kill anyone. What he wanted Johnny to do was engage in normal human-y things, and lose himself to his emotions, to his feelings. His feelings for her, in this case specifically. She slid her attention back to him with her suspicions hidden, as to not inadvertently express it to Johnny, and Meat, by extension.

“Did you have a nightmare after you fell asleep in my bed?” She asked.

Johnny blinked, having not bothered to even think about that until she mentioned it.

“Oh… no, I didn’t.” He replied. Devi pursed her mouth, convinced she knew the reason for Meat’s meddling this time.

He was trying to drive Johnny directly into her arms, like a bovine herder whacking his cattle with an electric rod. It boiled her blood to think of that shitty little parasite being so crafty. It would be easy for Meat to convince Johnny, without words, that he was urging him to commit violent acts, like Johnny’s previous voices, when in actuality, he was still just pushing this ‘physical longing’ crap.

“I’m sorry Devi…” Johnny’s head hung pathetically. “I know I should have told you. I was just so afraid… Afraid that you wouldn’t… trust me, again.”

He lifted his head.

“So much has changed since we, uh, ‘reunited’, if you’d want to call it that.” He mumbled. “I was scared that everything would regress back to the way it used to be. Everything is so nice now, I didn’t want to disturb it if I didn’t have to.”

Devi frowned at him in disbelief. She was still unused to any kind of heartfelt comments from anyone, especially him. For a moment, she debated whether or not to inform Johnny of the conclusion she’d just come to.

It could be beneficial to let him know, even if that would let Meat know as well, but then Johnny would probably go out of his way to avoid any touching, and maybe even hide his emotions more, just as a precaution to keep any and all feelings for her in check and not vulnerable to the Reverend, as futile as that would be. Devi hated to admit that she… didn’t want that. She liked bothering him, and it was nice to have such a casual friendship with someone after all these years of crappy people and self-made solitude.

She let her shoulders sag in defeat to her own wretched feelings.

“Yeah, things are nice now.” She smiled at him. Johnny was surprised that she would agree with him, and grinned shyly back at her.

“You still should have told me though, idiot.” Devi added with a meaner smirk, and Johnny shrugged in reply with a laugh. Devi pushed his shoulder.

“I’ll forgive you if you make me breakfast.” She offered, and Johnny jumped at the opportunity.

“Okay!” His smile grew wider, and he began slinking off toward the kitchen, lingering as though he was urging her to follow him.

Devi snorted a laugh and got up to join him. She would just keep these nightmares under close observation for now, until she was sure that she was correct about Meat’s intentions.

NEXT.

#this ones also gory so like.... keep that in mind #im so happy to have gotten this over with!!! it was so long kill me #jthm #jtrm #mine #devnny #gore/#chapter

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Summary: Y/N wants a relationship, Harry doesn’t. Until jealousy got to him. Word count: 3.7k Warnings and themes: smut, swearing, angst

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(A/N: A big thank you to @sweetdaisys and @playmelikeacello for helping me out with the concepts as well as proofreading and a massive thank you to @alwaysjacked-up for taking the time to edit, review and provide me with lots of very helpful feedback you’re a legend Sarah! Hope you guys enjoy this one!)

Harry was seated on an old recliner right next to the Christmas tree, flickering blue and yellow lights were giving him a small headache that wasn’t being eased by the mulled wine he’d been nursing all night. It was Christmas Eve and everyone was busy in the kitchen preparing for dinner as well as Christmas Day dinner. He was meant to be in there, too; giving a helping hand with the baked goods or even just checking on the pots so they don’t boil over, but his mum insisted otherwise.

“Have some wine and put your feet up, love,” She told him after handing him a glass. “You’ve been busy all week. Just look after the kids in the living room, keep them entertained and out of the kitchen.”

But his nieces and nephews were all already pre-occupied, colouring in their drawings with a heavy hand, whilst munching on gingerbread cookies that Gemma baked for them earlier. He wanted to busy himself, try and distract himself from the fact that his phone still hadn’t buzzed in his pocket. This thought often spiraled into him wondering if she’s with him and what they were doing. Although Harry knew deep down, it wasn’t his place to wonder.

He’s had his chance and he blew it. Y/N has dropped many hints before that she had romantic feelings for Harry. But Harry didn’t know if he could commit to anyone. Back then he was 23, exploring his first time as a solo artist, trying to find his place in the world. For the first time ever, Harry felt free and the thought of being in a relationship evoked feelings of being trapped and starting again from square one.

But, at the same time, Harry did reciprocate those feelings. He was sure of it. But the nagging thoughts in the back of his mind that lingered everytime he was having difficulty falling asleep (which happened to be almost every night) prevented him from ever pursuing anything with Y/N. And yet, the ugly feeling of jealousy crept up on him but he knew it was selfish of him to continue wanting to be the only man in her life and at the same time, not want to commit to her.

“I can’t give you what you want, Y/N,” He finally admitted, partly to her but mostly to himself. “You deserve better than some guy who doesn’t know what he wants.”

”Then you have to quit being a jealous sook,” She spoke softly through tears falling from her cheeks. ”You can’t have both, H. It’s either just me and no one else, or you can’t have me at all.” Their argument broke Harry’s heart and he knew that he couldn’t keep doing that to Y/N.

They’d forgotten about the argument and decided to completely move past it. It was never spoken about again and for a brief period of time, Harry felt relieved. They were fine again and were back to talking every single day like they always have. But a few months later when Y/N introduced him to some guy named James, who wore too much cologne for his liking, he’d never wanted to talk about the unpleasantries of their complicated situation more than he did now.

When James came along, the daily text messages, snapchats and random drop-bys came to an inevitable halt. It seemed like Y/N was just a distant friend and Harry was beginning to miss the smell of her perfume that usually stuck around the decorative throw pillows in his sofa, or the banana pancakes that she made for him but never ate herself because she wasn’t a fan of the texture, or even her laugh that would interrupt his sentences whenever he tells her about something funny that happened to him.

So he left her a voicemail, asking her to come to Christmas Eve dinner in hopes that they could talk about it. It had been two days since he called, and not once had she replied. It was safe to say he was epically losing the staring game with his phone.

It was when the timer for the apple pie started rattling against the marble countertop that Harry jolted; the buzzing in his pocket mimicking the timer’s motions. His haphazard movements almost made him spill his drink on to the faux fur carpet that laid underneath the recliner, frantically reaching for his phone from the tight confines of his front pocket.

Y/N 3:02PM

Sorry for the late reply I only just heard your voicemail. I’d love to come!! Need to catch up with Gem and Anne anyway. What time did you want me there? x

Harry 3:05PM

No worries. Around 5 maybe? Altho you won’t get ahold of mum until maybe after dinner lol

Y/N 3:10PM

Alright I’ll see you then

Y/N was, in fact, not with James. Instead, she was cooped up in her apartment, watching Love Actually, wrapped up in her duvet with a cup of tea in her hands. She had ended things with James a few days back, politely telling him that she didn’t see their relationship going any further due to her not seeing a future for the two of them. That’s what her mouth said, anyway. Her heart, however, knew that it was because she’s still hung up on Harry and there’s no way she could pursue a relationship without moving on from him first. Hence, her avoiding him.

Harry and her haven’t spoken since she broke up with James and she wasn’t planning on breaking that streak until she finally listened to Harry’s voicemail. Y/N supposed that it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to spend Christmas Eve with Harry’s family, as she’s done so for the past five years that they’d been friends. But, then again, the thought of seeing Harry made her stomach flip.

A reply was eventually given, however, as Y/N heart finally caved as she found herself curating a message for Harry. Before she could think about just what she has done, she caught her thumb pressing on the blue arrow and sending her message.

Y/N threw her phone across the room, her actions surprising herself, but she didn’t dare move to pick it up. A few minutes passed and the phone eventually vibrated twice, indicating an incoming message. She hurriedly crawled off the couch and on to the carpeted surface on which the phone (luckily) landed on. There were no scratches or damages on the screen, instead just a reply from Harry.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” She whispered to herself, pacing back and forth around the room with her phone in her shaky hand. “What do I do? What do I say to him?”

A whisper-scream burst out of her lips (being wary of disturbing her neighbours) as she typed a second message to Harry. She still wasn’t sure if she’s ready to see him or not, but what’s done is done.

The next two hours were spent in contemplation. Harry didn’t know if it was right of him to invite Y/N to dinner, despite knowing that she was most likely trying to avoid him. He knew her like the back of his hand, Y/N always tried to distance herself from him (even more so than she already has) whenever there was something wrong and the lack of conversations between them the past thirteen days had taken its toll on Harry. He had no idea what was going on but if he had to guess, he’d say it was something to do with that James guy she was seeing.

He was furious just from the thought of him being anything but an absolute gentleman to Y/N. His Y/N. Harry knew he should be with her but, at the same time, he knew he couldn’t give her was she wanted. The doorbell rang ten minutes before 5PM, alerting Harry, as he was sitting in his spot in the recliner, and placed his drink down on the coffee table before hurrying off to answer the door, knowing exactly who was behind it.

“Hi!” Y/N greeted accompanied by a big smile on her face. Harry embraced her into a hug, reciprocating his actions with her arms wrapped around his waist.

“I’ve missed you,” Harry mumbled against the crook of her neck, his voice coming out muffled.

“Missed you, too,” She replied, pulling back from the hug and letting herself into the house.

Much to Harry’s dismay, Y/N went straight into the kitchen, looking for his mum and his sister. Before he could steal her away from them, she had already agreed to help Gemma set the table for dinner, so Harry decided to go back to his babysitting duties instead.

The dinner went well, everyone got along as per usual and the food tasted amazing. It’s exactly what Harry’s been missing all tour long, what he wishes he could bring along with him wherever he goes. It was nearing 11PM when he finally had Y/N all to himself. Deciding to step away from the large group indoors, he took her to the backyard with a space heater running and a couple of blankets, pillows, and bean bags spread out on the patio.

“How’ve you been?” He asked, sitting across from her. “Haven’t annoyed me with your lame jokes for weeks.”

“Hey!” She scolded, playfully throwing a pillow at Harry. “My jokes are funny, Styles. You’re the one whose jokes are lame.”

Their shared laughter faded and instead was replaced by Harry’s voice. “But, seriously, Y/N,” He said. “Where have you been?”

“Just my apartment,” She replied, avoiding his gaze. “Haven’t really been out much.”

“Thought James would have taken you on a few dates,” Harry sneered. “Especially since I’m not around.”

Y/N knew that Harry would soon pester her about James so she quickly tried to change the subject in order to not cause any arguments between the two of them. She didn’t want to ruin the night, after all. “Your hair’s getting long again,” She commented, nodding towards his disheveled curls that were barely touching his shoulders.

“Yeah, been wanting to grow it out again,” Harry replied, running his fingers through his hair. “D’ya remember what happened last time my hair was this long?”

She could see the evident smirk on his face and knew exactly what he meant. Neither of them intended for it to happen. Y/N was just mindlessly playing with Harry’s hair, admiring how it looked cascading down to his shoulders and in the heat of the moment, accompanied by a few glasses of champagne, they found themselves caught in a feverish kiss with the sound of their lips moving against each other echoing throughout the empty hallway as they made their way to Harry’s bedroom.

It was Harry’s shirt that was discarded first, the faded and worn out fabric of his Rolling Stones shirt hitting the carpeted flooring of his bedroom. One of his hands roamed around the small of her back, slithering down to squeeze her ass and causing her to moan against Harry’s lips. His other hand was cupping her jaw, desperately trying to deepen the kiss as they made their way to his bed.

She pushed him onto the bed and Harry leaned back on his hands, using them for support as he watched Y/N rid herself of her own clothing, leaving only her bra and panties. They were mismatched; her body adorned a simple black t-shirt bra and coral undies but Harry didn’t mind, he adored her nonetheless.

Y/N straddled him, continuing their frenzied kissing. She was dizzy from it all, a good kind of dizzy. She never thought any of this would happen, and yet there they were, about to fuck on his bed. She tried pushing those thoughts aside, instead focusing on unzipping Harry’s jeans.

“Can I?” She whimpered against his lips. “Please?”

“Can you what, love?” Harry asked, moving from kissing her lips to proceeding to sponge kisses all over her neck.

“Want to, uh,” She stammered, feelings Harry’s bulge rub up against her centre. “Wanna suck you off, H.”

“Yeah?” Harry asked mockingly, smiling against her throat. “Want my cock in your mouth before I fuck your pretty little cunt?”

She couldn’t help but pull at his long hair as he purposely thrusts up against her, almost soaking her panties with his actions. “Can I?”

“Of course you can,” Harry replied followed by a lingering kiss on her lips. “Anything for my girl.”

She stood up, removing her bra before getting on her knees in front of Harry. He lifted from the bed, helping Y/N remove his jeans and boxers before throwing them off the side. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her mouth water; Harry was so big and thick, she was almost scared to suck him off in fear that she’ll disappoint him.

“You’re so big,” She whispered, diverting her gaze towards Harry’s eyes. “Don’t know if I can take all of it.”

“Don’t have to take it all, love,” He said, stroking her hair. “Just do what feels right to you.”

She placed a hand around his shaft, giving him a few slow strokes before sponging kisses along his length. Harry was already a mess. He watched as her tongue darted out to give his hard cock a few kitten licks, paying special attention to his leaking tip. She hollowed her cheek as she sucked on his tip eagerly, letting out a sigh of content. Her tongue returns to the base of his shaft, licking a fat stripe all the way to the head of his cock.

“Such a good girl,” Harry whimpered, giving her a lazy smile.

She took him back into her mouth, gliding her wet lips along his tip before taking half of him into her mouth, feeling every ridge of his length against her tongue. Harry watched intently as Y/N bobbed her head, the light sound of her gagging as she eagerly tried to take all of him in her mouth. He could feel her swallow around him every so often and Harry knew he would cum soon if she kept going.

“Y-you have to,” Harry stammered, his jaw dropping as she eased more of him into her mouth. “Gotta pull off, love. Need to be inside you.”

She obeyed eagerly, slowly pulling off him. Harry almost let out an embarrassing whine after seeing the sinful look of Y/N, with her lips all puffy and shiny with a string of spit connecting them to the head of his cock.

“On the bed, love,” Harry ordered, his hand on the back of her neck gently guiding her up from her knees. Y/N sat on the bed, leaning against her forearms as she watched her best friend’s fingers curl around the waistband of her panties and slowly slide them down her thighs, leaving her completely naked for Harry to admire. He was quick to restart their kissing, wanting nothing more than to be inside her.

Harry began to tap gently on her clit, eliciting a small gasp from Y/N. He then proceeded to play with her throbbing clit, his fingers softly grazing along the button that was slippery from her wetness.

“Harry,” She moaned, feeling very sensitive. “Just want you inside me. Please.”

“Need to open you up first,” He replied, his fingers wandering lower to her opening. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t,” She replied surely, looking up at Harry whose long hair has been disheveled from their activities. “I can take it.”

“You sure about that?” Harry teased, giving her a smug smirk, before sliding two of his fingers knuckle-deep inside of her. She let out an audible gasp, surprised by his actions. Harry groaned, feeling her juices coat his fingers. His thumb began rubbing against her clit all the while his digits were gliding in and out against her wet walls.

“Get inside me, please,” She begged again, giving Harry a pleading look. He didn’t listen, instead pumped his fingers faster and deeper until he reached that special spot and had Y/N writhing underneath him. But before she could cum, Harry removed his fingers and put them in his mouth, savouring the taste of her juices.

“Taste so fucking good,” He muttered, giving Y/N a deep kiss and letting her taste herself on his tongue. Harry took his length with one hand and the other pinned Y/N’s thigh against the mattress. Slowly, he guided his leaking cock towards her entrance, pushing in inch by inch and watching as Y/N’s eyes roll back and her jaw drop in pure ecstasy.

“Feel so full,” She whispered, grabbing onto Harry’s biceps. It was a surreal experience, finally fucking Harry, bare and raw nonetheless. It was dizzying, the feeling of his hard cock inside of her and stretching her out like no man ever has before. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, occasionally pushing him closer towards her as an involuntary response to how good his throbbing cock felt inside of her.

“You’re so tight, love,” Harry moaned, jaw going slack as Y/N pulled on his hair. “Have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Y/N let out a small and breathless laugh as she felt Harry’s curls tickle her neck, followed by a loud moan as his thumb began rubbing her swollen clit. “So warm and tight, wanna be inside you all the time,” Harry whispered, his voice muffled as he pressed kisses all over her neck and chest. His thrusts were growing shallow, desperate for a release from the both of them.

“I’m gonna-“ Y/N’s words were cut off by Harry grinding against her spot, making her see swirls of colour as her eyes rolled back. “Oh, fuck, Harry! I’m so close.”

“C’mon, Y/N,” Harry begged, his brows knitted as he continued fucking Y/N, still continuing to play with her clit that was slippery wet with both their juices. “Cum for me, cum around my cock.” A loud moan came from her mouth as Y/N came, her walls tightening around Harry’s cock triggering his own orgasm.

That night was never spoken of again, especially after Y/N started seeing James, and neither parties knew if the other one regretted it. Until Harry brought it up again. “Was a fun night, huh?” Harry said suggestively, giving her a smirk. “Bet you haven’t had a night as fun like that with James.”

“We’re actually no longer seeing each other,” Y/N quickly replied, looking away from Harry.

“Oh,” Harry quietly spoke. “Why’s that?”

“We didn’t want the same things, I guess,” She turned her gaze towards her twiddling thumbs.

“And what is it that you want?” He asked, a hopeful look on his face.

“You know exactly what I want, Harry,” She replied followed by a humourless chuckle. “But apparently that’s too much of me to ask.”

“Y/N…” Harry trailed off, not knowing what to say to her.

“It’s okay,” Y/N dismissed. “I know what you said before and I understand. It just really fucks me off that you have the audacity to be angry and jealous because I’ve decided to quit pining over you and instead start seeing other people. Just doesn’t seem fair to me.”

“I’m not angry nor am I jealous,” Harry scoffed, shaking his head. “That’s not at all how I’ve been acting. Was just teasing you, love.”

“Really?” She deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. “You expect me to believe that? I mean for fuck’s sake, Harry, you’ve been acting like a child about this whole situation. You don’t get a say in who I date. You’re just my friend.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to just be your friend anymore,” Harry rebutted.

“No!” She growled, standing up from her beanbag. “You’re being so unfair and you can’t even see it. You don’t just get to choose when you want me because it benefits you. You either want me because you do, or you don’t want me at all.”

“I do! I love you, Y/N!” Harry argued, also getting up from his seat and leveling with her. “Fuck, of course, I love you. You’re my best friend!”

“That’s exactly it!” She groaned, rolling her eyes at him. “You only love me as a best friend and yet here you are, constantly giving me shit for dating other people.”

“No, Y/N,” Harry interrupted as he moved closer, cupping her cheek and looking directly at her eyes that were welling up with tears. “You don’t get it. I’m in love with you. I know I haven’t been the best at dealing with my feelings, and I know I don’t deserve another chance with you after I made it very clear that I don’t want to commit to anyone. I also know that I broke your heart and I never apologised for it.”

“Harry-“ Y/N began to speak but was cut off by Harry’s words.

“I’m sorry,” He spoke quietly, followed by a kiss planted on her forehead. “It’s true when they say that you don’t realise what you have until it’s gone. Because every single time you weren’t with me and you were with James instead, it made my heart ache. I didn’t realise that you filled the void inside me until it was dug out again.”

There was a brief pause, a calm silence blanketing over the two of them outside the chilly patio with the orange burn of the space heater radiating a faint illuminance. Y/N wrapped her arms around Harry’s waist, bringing him closer to her. Harry’s heart was hammering against his ribs and he knew that Y/N could probably feel it with her cheek pressed to his chest.

“If we’re going to do this,” She began to speak, looking up to meet Harry’s gaze. “Then you have to be serious about it. You have to commit to the relationship. Are you really willing to do that, Harry?”

“I’d do anything for you, my love.”

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A Twist of Fate ch.6 -A Burning Desire

The Elementalist au

Beckett x mc (Oriana)

Words: 2421

This AU is set after everyone graduates Penderghast, and Beckett and Oriana were never friends. Fate, however, may have a different plan for them.

The rest of the weekend went by in a blur and before he knew it, Beckett was walking into his office. About five minutes later, Dave appeared.

“You didn’t answer your phone.” He stated

Beckett shrugged. “I didn’t know what to say. Nothing happened.”

Dave eyed him. “Something happened. I don’t know what but definitely something. If it didn’t, you would have answered.”

Beckett sighed. “Fine, fine. Something sorta happened. But I don’t want to repeat myself, so you, Tom, and I are going to lunch together.”

“Fair enough.” Tom called out, walking by towards his own office. He usually arrived several minutes late to work. Dave also nodded and left. Beckett sat back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair.

What am I going to tell them? They’ll tease me mercilessly if they know she moved in, but it’s not like I can lie either. They’re the only friends I’ve ever had, I don’t want to mess that up.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and grinned

Oriana: You left without saying goodbye

Beckett: I didn’t want to wake you

Oriana: I would’ve made you coffee, it’s the least I can do

Beckett: I told you, you don’t owe me anything.

Several minutes went by without a response, and Beckett finally tore his eyes away from his phone. He needed to get some work done, after all. After staring blankly at his computer for 5 minutes he gave up and looked back at his phone.

Oriana: Maybe I just think you’re cute in the morning and I want to do something nice for you

Beckett’s face flushed. He couldn’t believe she was making him blush and she is nowhere near him.

Beckett: Uhm…thanks, Ori

Oriana: Later, Beck

He smiled at the nickname she’d developed for him after a few minutes of talking at the bar. He really liked it, no one had ever called him anything other than Beckett before. And coming from her lips, it just made it sweeter. The mood Chase had put her in had dissipated about halfway through their next movie “As Above So Below,” where she had jumped a mile and landed back in his arms. She stayed there the rest of the night, and even fell asleep on his shoulder. Beckett had been on cloud 9.

Hours later, he was sitting at lunch with Dave and Tom. Taking a deep breath, he started filling them in on the events of the weekend. When he was finally finished, the two men just stared at him in shock.

“She moved in?” Dave asked, incredulously.

Beckett nodded.

“She’s living with you. In your house. In your bedroom.”

“Spare bedroom.” Beckett corrected.

“You lucky asshole!” Tom exclaimed. “Do you know how long it took me to convince my wife to move in with me? Before we were married, obviously.”

“I don’t know…I don’t want to take advantage of her. She just got out of a long relationship.” Beckett told them.

“And she said she’s relieved about that. Happy, even.” Dave said. “This is fantastic! You’re getting a second chance!”

“We’ve already had an argument” Beckett groaned. “More than one. What if she decides she still hates me in a few days? I mean. We never talked before and suddenly we’re with each other every day. She’s all up in my space.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Tom asked. “Beckett. Two things. If she really had hated you back then, she never would have agreed to move in with you. Also, she’s been with you for several days now, you had an argument, and she didn’t go running. To me it sounds like she’s over whatever happened between you originally.”

“What did happen originally, anyway?” Dave asked

Beckett thought a moment. “You know…I can’t even remember. She just…showed up one day and started taking over the school. Or at least, that’s what it felt like. I hated that she was just as good as I was, and she had no…formal education…beforehand. It drove me nuts, she got me in trouble, I lost it, she lost it, and we never spoke again.”

“That’s it? You were intimidated?” Tom asked in disbelief.

Beckett shrugged sheepishly. “I guess.”

“He was intimidated because she was his match. She actually challenged him. He didn’t know how to handle it.” Dave winked.

“Ahh that makes sense.” Tom agreed. “So, it wasn’t really personal. It was just a ‘don’t be smarter than me’ type of thing’”?

“Isn’t that personal?” Beckett asked them. “Guys, seriously, what if I mess this up.”

“Maybe this weekend we could all go out? Like a triple date?” Tom suggested.

“That would be fun.” Dave said

“But we’re not dating. I don’t want her to think we’re dating.”

“Well, you won’t ever be dating if you don’t start somewhere! Come on, it will be super casual. Please?” Dave begged.

“I don’t think she wants to date me.” Beckett muttered under his breath. “And if it doesn’t work out, she’d move out and I’d never see her again. I’d be back at zero.”

“That’s what you thought last time.” Tom told him. “And yet here she is.”

Beckett thought a moment. “You really think it’s a good idea? All of us going out?”

The other two men nodded, and Beckett sighed, leaning back in his chair.

“Alright. I’ll ask her.”

The day dragged on, Beckett and Oriana exchanging texts throughout the day, as if they’d always been friends. When 5pm came, he practically sprinted out the door. Normally, he was one of the last in the office. But now things were different. Now he had Oriana to go home to, and he couldn’t wait to see her. When he reached his car, he threw in his briefcase and sped back to his house. It was getting colder now, soon it would snow. Christmas was right around the corner, and the only wish he had was to spend it with her.

When he entered the house, a heavenly smell greeted him. Did she cook? He went into the kitchen and stood for just a moment, watching her. She was flitting around the kitchen, dancing to music. She was cooking something over the stove, the dishes were in the sink washing themselves, and there was a small baked ham sitting on the counter. He was stunned. She did all this?

“Hey.” He greeted. But she didn’t hear him, she just continued to shake her ass to the music, and his gaze traveled down from her long dark hair that was swept up in a ponytail, to a dark blue tank, to short white shorts, her long shapely legs. “Beautiful.” He whispered to himself. His feet carried him over to her of their own volition, and now he was standing directly behind her. Almost as if he were being pulled in by some unknown force, he stepped closer, placing his hands on her waist and his breath on her neck. What am I doing?

She went still and turned her head towards him. “Do you dance, Beckett?” She asked him, softly.

With you? “Yes.” He answered, his voice dark with desire. She started swaying against him, slowly at first, his hips matching hers in movement. Speeding up, her body was brushing against his in all the right ways, and she was the only thing in his world. There was no past, no future, no jobs, no exes. Just them, dancing together in a kitchen. He ran his hands along the curves of her body, feeling the sultry music wash through him. Feeling daring, his fingers brushed her stomach, just under her shirt, and he felt how smooth and soft she was. She seemed to gasp at his touch, like there was an electricity sparking between them, and he wanted to make her do it again. He moved his hands to her hips and spun her around to face him, continuing to sashay, his hands in hers, still joined at the hips, eyes never leaving hers. She let go and fell back, him swinging her gracefully back up and into his arms, then held her, faces just inches from each other.

“Didn’t know you could be so relaxed, Beck.”

“I didn’t know that either, Ori.” His eye flitted down to her lips, which parted in anticipation. With his heart pounding, he began closing the distance…when a shrill beeping blared through the house.

“Oh my god, the vegetables!!” She shrieked, racing over to the stove. “Fuck!” She yelled, then switched off the flames and threw the burning pan into the soapy sink water. She turned back to him, looking crestfallen.

“Well…we have ham. The veggies…” she gestured to the sink. She let out a sigh. “Damn it, I really wanted to do this for you.”

“I told you, you don’t have to do anything for me.”

“Marie is going to be so disappointed, I promised I’d let her know how they turned out. She gave me the vegetables from her garden.”

Beckett paused. “Who’s Marie?”

Oriana raised an eyebrow at him. “Your neighbor.”

“You…you met my neighbor? Why?” I haven’t even met my neighbors, who does she think she is?

“Beck…surely you’ve seen her greenhouse that keeps in her backyard? She’s such a sweet woman. I was outside doing yoga and…”

“You do yoga?” Beckett cut in.

“Yes, now keep up. She came out to go to her greenhouse, so I introduced myself, she’s such a lovely woman, I can’t believe you’ve never met her.”

“Why do I need to know my neighbors?” He asked

She blinked. “She told me she’d never met you, that none of your neighbors have. The most they ever get from you is a wave, and that’s only if they wave first.”

“I value my privacy.” He responded with a huff. “I can’t believe you went behind my back and just started making nice with everyone here. How do you think that makes me look?” He was peeved. After meeting Oriana, he knew his neighbors would think he was a jerk for never talking to them. She’s so outgoing it comes natural for her. He just wanted peace and quiet, and that means no neighbors.

“It makes you look like you should stop being a snob and let people into your life.” She snapped.

“I let you into my life.”

A slow smirk spread across her face. “Yes, you did. Marie asked me how long we’d been dating, since I moved in, she figured we’d been together a long time.”

Oh no. “What did you tell her?” He demanded.

She shrugged. “Just that we weren’t together in that way. Do you want to know what she said next?”

Yes. “No. I don’t. It doesn’t matter.”

Completely ignoring him, Oriana continued. “She said I must be someone special to you, then. Since you’ve never introduced yourself to the neighborhood, and she hasn’t seen you have anyone over here…”

Oh my god. His face flushed

“Is that true?” She asked.

“I…I don’t see what my having anyone over here has to do with anything. This ‘Marie’ should mind her own business.” He said haughtily.

“Well, you should at least say thank you for the vegetables.”

“Why? I’m not eating them, why should I thank her?”

“Because it’s the nice thing to do, Beckett. She wanted us to enjoy them.” Oriana retorted.

He narrowed his eyes. “Well, you burned them so…guess we’re not enjoying them.”

Her mouth fell open, and he didn’t miss the hurt that crossed her eyes.

Oh shit. “Ori, I didn’t mean it like that, I was just…” He trailed off, realizing he’d made such an ass out of himself. Again.

“It still smells really good. If you want, I’ll go ask Marie if she’ll give me more vegetables, I’ll tell her I burned them.” He offered, trying to quickly backtrack his idiotic comment.

“Don’t worry about it.” She muttered. “I made dinner because wanted to celebrate. Guess I shouldn’t have bothered.”

Celebrate?

“Celebrate what?” He asked

She gave him a half smile. “We haven’t killed each other. This is actually working out”

Despite the tension, Beckett laughed, “See? I told you, nothing to worry about.”

“You’re also a good dancer.” She winked.

Beckett blushed. “I don’t know why I did that. That’s not like me at all.”

“Wouldn’t know.” She called over her shoulder as she started getting plates out.

“What else happened today?” He asked. “You’re awfully cheerful.”

Her face lit up suddenly. “I got a job interview!!! I applied for it over a month ago, I figured there was no way I got it since I never heard back. But they called me today!!”

“Ori, that’s great!” Beckett exclaimed. “What is it?”

“Curator at the Aquarium downtown.” She said excitedly. “It’s such a great job, and I’ll be working with water, and the salary is amazing! If I get it, I’d probably be able to get my own place real soon!”

“Oh…” Beckett’s heart sank. “That’s…that’s great, Ori.” He forced a smile.

She cocked her head to the side. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He assured her. I only want you to stay with me forever. And I thought you liked being with me as well.

He cleared his throat. “So, will you be moving soon? Closer to the aquarium?”

She was watching him carefully now. “It’s only 20 minutes from here, so it doesn’t really matter. As far as when…” She trailed off. “I don’t know. I don’t want to bother you forever, Beckett. You said yourself, you’ve always valued your privacy and I want to respect it as well.”

“It’s appreciated.” He said curtly. “Listen, I actually had a bite to eat at the office before I left so I’m not hungry. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were cooking something.”

“Oh…” She said, and Beckett didn’t miss the hurt that once again flashed through her eyes.

“Yeah, uh…I also have a lot of work to do for tomorrow so I’m just gonna go to my room and…um…do that.” He grabbed his briefcase and went up the stairs to his room without another word.

He pulled out his phone to text Dave and Tom. “Apparently she wants to move out really soon. Date’s off. She’s not interested. See you tomorrow.”

He laid down on his bed and sighed. This day did not turn out the way it should have at all. How did we go from dancing like that, to my hiding in my bedroom? You definitely owe her an apology Beckett Harrington.

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