#but just now it hit me that not only is Lia a bit closer but also she’d be named after Lia from TC&tF | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

maatryoshkaa · 4 years ago

Text

between the lines | lee minho

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒!𝐀𝐔

✑ Late fines, shared lockers, and a missing love letter:

In which a frantic search for an overdue library book leads to you finding other things that are...long overdue.

✑ PAIRING: student librarian!minho x bookworm!reader

✑ GENRE: retro!high school au, slow burn, slice-of-life romance, slight enemies-to-lovers shenanigans

✑ WORD COUNT: 9.7k

✖︎ TAGS/WARNINGS: fem!reader, mild language, bullying themes, skz are all around the same age. mc is insecure and a bit of a valentine's day grinch. minho is whipped but too hardheaded to admit it. also, an embarrassing amount of classic literature/pablo neruda references.

Ah, Valentine’s Day.

Call it the most romantic day of the year if you will, but in the treacherous hallways of Levanter High, it meant a minefield of hormonal couples, crushed chocolate boxes, and supermarket rose bouquets. Clutching your backpack with a grimace, you narrowly dodged a pigtailed cheerleader as she leapt into her jock boyfriend’s waiting arms. Turning into another hallway, you plugged your ears to block out a senior boy’s cold rejection of a freshman’s nervous love confession.

You finally caught sight of your locker and breathed a sigh of relief. Levanter High’s lockers were split in half lengthwise—one top row, and one bottom row. You dropped to a crouch to wrench yours open—you’d lost your lock a couple of weeks ago—trying to block out the early morning commotion as you rummaged for your English books.

“Hey, watch ou—”

The locker above yours opened with a screech, and you looked up just in time to see a pink avalanche of cards and chocolates raining down on your head in a painful, deafening crash. The student who had called out the warning was frozen with a comical look of shock on her face. You swore the entire hallway fell silent, blood rushing to your cheeks as you slowly raised your gaze at the person who had opened the locker.

Lee Hana—head cheerleader of Levanter’s pep squad, and in your humble opinion, the spawn of Satan herself.

“Ohmigosh,” she exclaimed, raising one hand to her mouth in mock horror, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.”

The crowd around you was beginning to snicker and point, and you felt your face growing redder by the minute. “What are you doing here?” You asked tersely, motioning towards the locker above yours. “That’s not even your locker.”

Hana smiled and held up a small, glittery package. Oh. You didn’t have to look closer to know that the envelope was a love letter, elaborately tied to a box of expensive chocolates—the kind your parents would probably have to work overtime to afford. “My Valentine—for your locker buddy,” Hana replied matter-of-factly, then added, “Not that you would understand, hm? Since you’ve never received one yourself, and all.”

A smattering of laughs erupted from the crowd that was building around you. Biting back a retort, you looked down at all the other Valentine’s trinkets that had spilled around you. Of course—you should have gotten used to it by now. After all, your locker was right underneath the one that belonged to the student librarian, school heartthrob, and the absolute bane of your existence, Lee—

“Minho!” Hana exclaimed, and you looked up to see him shuffling through the crowd, his eyes briefly falling on yours. You immediately turned away as the pretty cheerleader skipped up to him, and shoved your books into your bag. Slamming your locker shut—twice, because Levanter’s damned lockers always jammed before shutting properly—you snatched up as many of Minho’s fallen Valentine’s Day trinkets as you could before shoving them back into the now-emptied top locker. The metal door was still swinging wide open. You’d overheard Minho complaining to the boy who always did the announcements—Han Jihyun? Han Jisung?—about how he kept losing his own lock. Both of you seemed to have a habit of misplacing things (not that you liked to admit to that similarity).

Out of the corner of your eye, Minho was still watching you over Hana’s shoulder, his lips tilted in a half-smile. Your gut twisted unpleasantly. Four years and counting—that was how long you’d ended up with a locker right under Minho’s.

“You’re so lucky!” Lia—your best friend—had gushed, while you had scoffed in utter disbelief.

“Oh, sure. Just my rotten luck.”

“Come on, y/n. Are you still hung up about that love letter from freshman year?”

Yes, you had thought sourly. “No way,” you had snapped, and Lia had giggled, unconvinced.

It wasn’t like you’d always had a personal vendetta against Minho. In fact, in ninth grade, you’d been head over heels for him, just like the rest of the student body—to the point where you’d even slipped a small love letter into his locker on Valentine’s Day, too. It had been one of those gaudy 99-cent corner-store cards, and you'd saved up your pocket money just to buy a matching pack of candy hearts. Then you’d spent the day with butterflies in your stomach, anxiously waiting nearby his locker to see his reaction.

But when he hadn’t shown up, you'd shrugged and begun heading home—and that was when you had caught sight of Minho, throwing all the love letters he’d received straight into the Dumpsters in the back parking lot.

Talk about a reality check.

As if that hadn't been traumatizing enough, you’d been forced to face him nearly every morning for the following three years. To make matters worse, being Minho’s involuntary locker mate also meant that all the girls—and guys, for that matter—saw you as little more than a stepping stone to him, always asking you to relay party invitations or trying to curry favour with you to get to him.

“We’re not close,” you’d insist to his persistent admirers every time, but it didn’t help. Minho, on the other hand, you thought bitterly, seemed to think he was too good for anyone—he didn’t even respond much to Hana’s advances, and she was drop-dead gorgeous. There was no way he’d even look twice at you—you’d been firsthand witness to that. You finally gave up trying to clean up the fallen Valentines, and stood up with a sigh. Throwing him a death glare, you pushed past the crowd just as the bell rang and students began scurrying away.

What did it matter if Lee Hana was trying to get with Minho? If anything, they were a match made in heaven. Or hell. With a decided huff, you plopped yourself down at your desk just as your English teacher began class.

“We’re starting the poetry unit today! Remember, you’ll be writing a love poem of your own for the final project—so I suggest you all get started on reading!” You teacher had winked and clapped her hands excitedly while a collective groan had swept through your class. A few couples had nudged each other meaningfully, already promising to write their poems about each other, and you’d thrown up a little in your mouth.

Romance was a bit of a touchy subject for you— now, you didn’t hate the notion of love, per se, you’d just always been somewhat...wary of it. After watching your friends fall in and out of disastrous relationships and fleeting feelings from the sidelines too many times to count, your own defense mechanisms had skyrocketed, and now you found yourself trying not to roll your eyes at every piece of romantic writing you read. Still, this inexperience only made you more determined to get a head start on the topic— and so, once the last bell had rung, you made a beeline for the school library. You would tackle love the only way you knew how to—by hitting the books. Pushing open the door, you overheard Hana and her friends muttering in disappointment and immediately recoiled.

“You said he’d be in here!”

“Well, I thought I saw him! Let’s wait for a bit.”

You peeked over the librarian’s desk, and sure enough, it was vacant— save for a tray of half-shelved books and stamping cards. Maybe Minho left early today, you thought, shrugging. That’s a relief. Then you shook your head quickly. What’s it to me whether he’s here or not? You tried to ignore Hana’s disdainful glance at you, heading straight towards your favourite nook at the back of the library instead: a cozy alcove tucked behind the last row of shelves. With a deep sigh, you pulled out the first book of poetry your teacher had assigned—Shakespeare’s Complete Sonnets—and sank into the bean bag chair.

‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May…’

A couple lines in, and the Englishman’s words were already making your head spin. You grimaced, massaging your temples. ‘A summer’s day?’ Seriously? You could swear you’d seen something less cheesy on a dollar store card. After a couple of pages, you could already feel your treacherous eyelids beginning to droop, fighting to stay awake as you tried to make sense of Shakespeare’s verses. But thy eternal summer...shall not fade...nor lose...possession…

“The library’s closing.”

You jolted awake, hands fumbling blindly before you could even force your eyes open. The library came into focus first—the lights had been dimmed, the flickering EXIT sign from the empty hallway casting a warm glow through the panelled window across the room. A dull headache still throbbed in your temples.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes groggily. You had to practically peel your cheek away from the Shakespeare book, fingers gingerly feeling the dent the cover had left in your cheek. “I-I’m so sorry, I must have—lost track of time studying.”

A familiar chuckle sent your heart plummeting to your stomach. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

When your eyes finally adjusted, your expression automatically soured into a glare.

“Now that’s more like it.” Smirking, Minho crossed his arms, leaning back on a bookshelf. He glanced down at the book in your lap—the book that you clearly hadn’t been studying. “Didn’t know you were one for Shakespeare.”

“I—” You threw your hands up in exasperation. “I’m not. His writing gives me a headache. It’s like it’s all in another language or something.”

Minho raised an eyebrow. “Old English. Why are you reading it, then?”

“We’re doing poetry in class—and our final project is to write an actual love poem, based on the poets we’ll study. Shakespeare was just first on the reading list, so…” you felt yourself trailing off, flustered. Why were you even bothering to explain this to Minho, who probably couldn’t care less? “Nevermind.”

You felt his piercing gaze on you as you shoved your books into your bag, glancing outside at the nearly emptied parking lot. If you squinted, you could spot a couple—Seo Changbin, judging by the male’s iconic leather jacket, and his lover—making out under the bleachers. You shook your head incredulously. Valentine’s Day. Love poems. Hormonal couples galore. It was like the universe was playing a long, cruel joke on you: Ha-ha, look who’s spending Valentine’s Day studying in the library alone.

Well, alone except for a student librarian with whom you had a mortifying history. Not much better. Eager to leave, you got to your feet, only to see Minho flipping through a smaller book he’d pulled off the shelf next to him. “If you want some real inspiration,” he began slowly, pushing up his glasses, “I’d suggest you start closer to our time period.”

You looked down at the book he was holding up, brow furrowing as you read the title out loud. “Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair. Pablo Neruda.”

“The best Chilean poet of the 20th century,” he nodded. “‘I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way, because I do not know any other way of loving but this.’”

It took you a second to realise Minho was quoting a poem, and you were suddenly grateful that the dimly lit library hid the flush of red that had betrayed your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you mumbled, “That actually sounds...kind of pretty.”

He didn’t look up, but you thought you saw the corners of his mouth shoot up ever so slightly. Maybe the shadows were playing tricks on you? Flipping through the book, Minho fished out a pad of sticky notes from his back pocket and marked a few pages. “Here. ‘The Song of Despair’...‘Tonight I Can Write’...‘Here I Love You.’ Those are good.” Clamping the book shut, he held it out towards you.

You almost thanked him, but the words faltered on your tongue as you took it from him suspiciously. “What’s with the sudden helpful attitude?”

He shrugged. “It’s my job.” You raised an incredulous eyebrow, and he smirked. “Consider it my apology for this morning, then.”

That left you at a real loss for words, and for the first time, you struggled to find a retort. “That’s...considerate of you, apologising on behalf of your girlfriend and all.”

“Hana’s not my girlfriend.”

You breathed a small laugh. “Soon-to-be, then. Don’t break her heart.”

Minho scoffed, bringing the book to the front desk and scrawling your name on the sign-out card. He stamped the dates, then held it out at you before glancing out the window. Dusk had fallen, the empty football field lit only by rows of flickering lampposts. “You can get home safe?”

“Screw off, Lee Minho.” You eyed him warily, shoving the book into your bag before practically running to the double doors. The strange atmosphere that had suddenly built up in the library felt terrifyingly foreign to you, and your first instinct was to be rid of it as soon as possible. In the hallway, you spotted a janitor dumping a bin into a trash bag. A familiar avalanche of pink envelopes and gifts caught your eye, and you felt a wave of humiliation. Just the memory of Minho throwing yours out—after reading it and having a good laugh, no doubt—made you want to ram your head into the lockers all over again. You’ve got no chance with him, y/n, you thought blearily. Right when you’d thought you’d finally come to terms with Minho’s brutal (albeit unintentional) rejection, here he was again: crashing back into your life like some...cat-eyed, pointy-nosed meteor.

“Oh, y/n! One more thing.”

You’d already had one foot out the front door when Minho called your name again, making you jerk your head back in surprise. Minho had his bag slung over one shoulder, a pile of books in his arms as he waved to get your attention. His smile looked almost...genuine in the warm shadows, his round glasses softening his usually sharp gaze. Despite yourself, you felt your heart skip a beat.

Then Minho made a wiping motion over his face and grinned. “You’ve got drool on your chin.”

Your face reddened, and you slammed the library door shut, earning a glare from the janitor down the hall. Smacking the heel of your palm against your forehead repeatedly, you stormed out of the school muttering curses under your breath. Typical Lee Minho.

To your surprise, you practically devoured the poems in less than a week, taken aback at how much you genuinely enjoyed them. It was the first time you didn’t find yourself cringing at romance—and sure enough, in a couple days’ time, you found yourself reluctantly standing back in front of the double doors of the school library once again.

Carefully, you craned your head to peep into the panelled window, scanning the room for Minho. As per usual, a gaggle of girls were huddled on the other side, blocking your view.

“Looking for someone?”

Flinching, you nearly tripped on Hana’s long legs as she came up beside you. Before you could respond, she fixed you with a withering look. “You’ve got some explaining to do, Little Miss Perfect.”

“I—sorry?”

The cheerleader rolled her eyes, sneering. “Don’t act all innocent with me, you sneaky b—”

Sighing, you pushed open the doors before she could finish. Hana followed you into the library, still sputtering angrily. Her hand snatched your arm, French manicure digging painfully into your cardigan.

“The Valentines,” she hissed, and it finally clicked.

She’s talking about the love letters, you realized. The ones Minho throws out every year.

Gut twisting, you looked up to see all the other girls crossing their arms and looking back at you expectantly. “None of you...got a response?” You asked incredulously, already knowing the answer. This happened every year: Expectant admirers showered Minho’s locker with gifts, Minho wouldn’t even glance at them— and then, for some reason, you were left to take the blame. A twinge of annoyance shot through your chest.

“You stole them from his locker, didn’t you?” Hana continued accusingly, pupils shaking. “You sneaky, jealous bitch— of course you did.”

He threw them all out, you wanted to scream back at her, but the words wouldn’t budge from your tongue. Somehow, saying them out loud felt like tearing off the stitches of an old wound; a painful reminder of your personal humiliating memory. And—though you hated to admit it—a small part of you still didn’t have the heart to throw Minho under the bus just yet, even after all that he’d done.

Feeling defeated, you sighed and turned towards her. “Why would I want to do that?”

Hana scoffed, tossing her chocolate curls over one shoulder. “Oh, please. We all know you’ve had a massive one-sided crush on him since ninth grade.”

A rush of heat flooded your cheeks, the other girls’ snickers at your reaction drowning out any of your protests. “That’s not—”

“Not true? Then—is it mutual?” Hana sneered mockingly. “Don’t make me laugh. He wouldn’t be caught dead with the likes of y—”

“Can I help you with anything?”

The small crowd fell silent as Minho appeared from one of the aisles, eyebrows raised slightly in his usual nonchalant manner. A chill of panic rushed down your spine, palms growing clammy with cold sweat. H-how much did he overhear? In your peripheral, Hana was practically batting her eyelashes at him, but Minho’s mild eyes were focused on yours expectantly.

“I—uh. Well,” you stammered eloquently, your entire body suddenly paralyzed. Hana’s cherry red lips were twisted in a smug smirk, clearly waiting for you to embarrass yourself. “The book,” you blurted, immediately rummaging for the poetry book in your bag and holding it out to him.

Minho took it from you, fingertips grazing yours slightly. They were surprisingly warm. “How’d you find it?”

“R-really good, actually.” Then, you hesitantly added, “I...like the way Neruda uses imagery—he’s precise without being plain, and artful without deviating too much into purple prose. I think I liked Tonight I Can Write the most— y’know, ‘Tonight I can write the saddest lines...’” You swallowed, then instantly began regretting having ever spoken. Great job, y/n, now you sound like a full-blown nerd.

But Minho nodded, his eyes gleaming. “‘I loved her, and sometimes, she loved me, too.’”

“That’s the second verse,” you muttered automatically, and his lips twitched.

“It’s one of my favourite lines.”

The other girls had begun to awkwardly shuffle out of the library, their absence easing your racing heart. With just a few mildly spoken words, you noted, Minho had managed to make you feel as though you had blocked out the rest of the world. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Hana glaring daggers at you, and the small smile dropped from your face.

“Do you need something?” Minho asked her blankly, his gaze trailing down to Hana’s hand, which was still painfully latched onto your arm. With a roll of her eyes, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the library.

As soon as she was gone, you breathed an audible sigh of relief. Minho was peeling the sticky notes off from the poetry book you’d returned, eyes still watching you intently. Giving him the side-eye, you deadpanned, “She’s pretty, you know. Maybe you should go talk to her sometime.”

There was a small smile on Minho’s lips. “Does she like Chilean poetry?”

You could only give a short—slightly too shaky for your liking—laugh in response, ruffling your own hair as you tried to calm your frazzled nerves. Don’t forget, y/n. One, that he’s out of your league. Two, how this was all his fault to begin with.

“Is that all you came here for?” Minho’s voice broke into your thoughts again, making you jump. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes. He finds this—me—amusing.

“Well…” you looked down at your feet, then grudgingly nodded at the poetry book you’d just returned. “Do you...have any other recommendations?”

Minho’s face broke into a shit-eating grin, and you bit back a groan. before your pride got the better of you and you changed your mind, he was already heading towards the back of the library, sliding books out as you struggled to keep with his pace. “First of all, Dickinson. Hit-or-miss, but you never know. Then there’s Sylvia Plath, some Emily Brontë…”

Before you knew it, you’d been whisked into a world of verse and metaphor, flying between numerous time periods and continents as you and Minho perused the shelves. Just like the time when you had accidentally fallen asleep in the library, the library seemed to grow cozier, quieter, more peaceful during moments like these, as if the entire world was holding still as you lost yourself in pages upon pages of books. Soon, you found yourself heading to the library nearly every day after school. Despite yourself, you found yourself looking forward to that sunset hour, the fleeting period where most students had left, and the entire library would glow warm as though it were blushing under the swathes of golden light. And in these same fleeting moments, you found your gaze lingering more and more on Minho—the way he would push his silver glasses on, furrowing his brow in concentration whenever he searched for a book, or run his long fingers over their worn spines whenever he was lost in thought—

“Like what you see?” With a flinch, you realised Minho had begun walking back towards you, a crooked smirk on his lips as he set a new pile of books down at the desk you were sat at.

“No!” You snapped, too quickly. “Just—spaced out for a bit. Too concentrated on the project.”

The smirk hadn’t budged from Minho’s face, and you resisted the urge to throw a copy of Emily Dickinson’s Selected Poems at his long, pointy nose. “Mm. You seem to be coming here a lot more often.”

“That’s because the due date is coming up.”

“No. I mean, you seem to be talking to me a lot more.”

You rolled your eyes, snatching a book from the top of his pile as you muttered, “Screw you, Lee Minho.”

His eyebrows shot up in wicked mischief. “You’re more than welcome to try.”

With a cry of exasperation—and surprise at having been heard—you hoisted your book bag onto the table, building a makeshift wall between the two of you.

You didn’t catch the way Minho’s laughter slowly faded as he rested his head on one hand thoughtfully, quietly watching you read. Your lips were pursed in concentration as you muttered your notes under your breath. Cute, he couldn’t help thinking.

Minho had always been good at memorizing things, but he couldn’t remember exactly when you’d begun disliking him so much. You had always intrigued him—what with the way your locker always seemed to be overflowing with books, or how you used to lend him your copy when he forgot his, back in ninth grade. That Valentine’s Day, four years ago, your name had been the only one he’d hoped to find as he rifled through the cards he’d received. But he’d come up empty, and so he’d thrown them all out. And for some reason, you’d been cold to him ever since.

Minho had assumed that you were probably annoyed with all the letters that would fall out of his locker and onto you, and so every year he tried his best to get rid of the Valentines as soon as possible. Nevertheless, you only seemed to be getting more and more annoyed with him.

And now here you were, right in front of him, four years later, and he still couldn’t bring himself to ask you why. Confrontation had never been his strong suit—his words always seemed to come out too blunt, too cold, too soon, and so he’d always avoided bringing it up with you again. Minho sighed, raking a hand through his hair. Written words—that is, books—had always been so much easier than people.

He did, however, remember when he’d started falling for you.

Tenth grade, literature studies. He’d begun arguing against your thesis during one of your presentations, and the two of you had ended up bickering the entire class—pulling out quotes from nearly every chapter of Pride and Prejudice before the class president had to intervene, and your teacher had sent you both to detention.

You had glared at him once, and he’d fallen head over heels.

These violent delights have violent ends, he’d mused in his head back then—Romeo and Juliet—and with the murderous stare Minho sometimes caught you fixing him with, he was willing to bet that you were wishing a violent end on him, too.

He couldn’t pen a love letter to save his life, either— and so, he resorted to pettily glaring at any admirer that approached your locker like Gandalf—you shall not pass—until they backed off. Minho didn’t think you would appreciate him revealing that, either. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous his actions seemed—and like a poorly written plot twist, you had ended up stumbling back into his life again. Never in his life, however, did Minho think that Pablo Neruda would become his wingman. Glancing down at his portrait on the back cover of the book, Minho could almost imagine the Chilean poet pointing his pen threateningly: “Don’t screw this up.”

“Hey, Minho?” He snapped out of his thoughts to see you waving your hand at him from the other side of your book bag. “You were right. I don’t get any of Dickinson’s poems.”

Your words took a moment to register, Minho caught off-guard by the soft golden hour light illuminating your pretty features. You waved your hand in his face again, and he blinked, breath caught in his throat. Almost tripping over his tongue, he finally quipped, “How on earth are you passing AP English?”

You glowered and smacked his shoulder, the near-silent library ringing with Minho’s laughter once again.

With a week left to the deadline, you were planted at your desk in your room, the wastebasket littered with crumpled up half-sheets of notebook paper. To your dismay, none of the words seemed to be coming out the way you wanted them to. Gnawing the back of your pencil in frustration, you dumped the contents of your book bag onto the desk, and spotted your latest library book—100 Love Sonnets, by Pablo Neruda. Inexplicably, out of all the poets Minho had introduced to you, you always found yourself coming back to him.

Flipping through the well-thumbed pages, your fingers stopped at one titled Sonnet XVII. “I love you without knowing how,” your eyes scanned the verse curiously, “or when, or from where. I love you simply…”

It was the poem Minho had quoted that evening in the library, you realized, heart skipping a beat. “...without problems or pride / I love you in this way, because I do not know any other way of loving / but this, in which there is no I or you / so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand / so intimate that when I fall asleep, your eyes close.”

With a sigh, you buried your head in your arms, lying face-down onto the desk. Maybe the reason why you instinctively disliked reading love poems so much was because of the sheer sincerity of them all. You envied their ability to put feelings into words—with unabashed, unapologetic ardour, and be celebrated for it, to boot. Eyes scanning the verses again, your mind wandered to the way Minho’s eyes had lit up as he’d explained the lines to you, his brow furrowed in focus.

At Levanter High, you had grown used to being pushed around and out of the spotlight. It was either the popular girls and their backhanded compliments, or the boys who spoke to you condescendingly just to a) get you to do their homework, or b) get in your pants. But Minho had always taken you seriously, albeit while driving you half-insane with his infuriating remarks. And as much as you hated to admit it, that same fiery look in his eyes whenever he got worked up—so different from his usual reserved facade in front of the teachers and swooning students—had always made your heart skip a beat. In tenth grade—back when he seemed to pick a fight with you nearly every English class until Bang Chan had to hold the two of you back from killing each other—you’d thought you’d successfully quashed your feelings for the mild-voiced, hazel-eyed librarian. Yet every time he spoke, he left you feeling vulnerable, disarmed, and you were back—though you refused to admit it—to square one.

“‘I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul,’” you whispered, fingers tracing the words on the paper. Feeling a sudden surge—of confidence, or simply exasperation, you weren’t sure—you seized the pen and began scribbling on a new piece of paper. For years, you’d been afraid to face your feelings, terrified of the humiliation if Hana—or anyone at school—found out. But if getting them all out in one cheesy, hot mess of a love letter could give you some closure, you thought tensely, you were more than happy to oblige. You would write it all out under the guise of a love poem, and then it would never have to see the light of day again.

Words began coming to your head like a floodgate had been thrown wide open, and you began scrawling onto the page. “‘I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers,’” you quoted thoughtfully as you drafted your own poem. In a way, it felt cathartic—you could get all your feelings out, pass it off as an assignment, and never think about the forbidden fruit again. For all you knew, it was a win-win situation. The pen kept wobbling, ink spilling out haphazardly and skipping, but you relaxed slightly. Maybe this assignment wasn’t too bad, after all.

Head filled to the brim with poetry, you set the pen down and dozed off.

“You’re not coming to the football game?” Lia flashed puppy eyes at you, and you smacked her hand playfully, swiping a french fry from her plate.

“Lia, since when have I ever gone to one?” The two of you had dropped by the Sunshine Coffee Shoppe for a quick pick-me-up during lunch hour, but one smile from the cute waiter—Yang Jeongin, if you remembered his name correctly—had dazzled Lia into ordering an extra burger combo, complete with a plate of fries. “Sports and crowds—not my thing. And I have an English project due the next day.”

She pouted. “Oh, come on! Knowing you, you’ve probably already finished it by now.”

You grinned, thinking back to your love poem and fighting the urge to cringe. You’d read it the morning after, and it had taken every fibre in your being to hold yourself back from ripping it to shreds. Piercing, catlike eyes, you’d written in one line. Silver spectacles. Long fingers on dusty pages. Shuddering, you’d stuffed it into the Neruda book before banishing them both to your locker and going about your day. Love poems are supposed to be cheesy, y/n, suck it up. It’ll only be this one time. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone other than your teacher would ever read it.

When you dropped by the library after school, you spotted Hana’s familiar figure by one of the cubicles. As she tossed her hair over her shoulder with a laugh muted by the plexiglass windows, you saw that she was talking to a grinning Minho.

“Are you sure you’re not coming to the game on Thursday?” Hana was whining as you pushed open the doors to the library. She patted his arms playfully. “You could be on the football team if you wanted to, you know! Why don’t you try?”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not that quick on my feet.”

“Well, tell you what. They’re having a party at Hyunjin’s place right after—his parents are out of town. If you don’t feel like coming to the game, at least join us at the afterparty to loosen up a little—have a little fun.” She blew him a kiss and stood, throwing her purse over her shoulder and spotting you. You instinctively froze, bracing yourself for whatever slew of insults she had for you today, but all Hana did was beam and wave at you.

As she passed you by the door, she threw you a knowing wink. “Have fun on your little study date!”

Her words made your ears grow hot again, but to your surprise, there was no trace of venom in her voice — only a lighthearted teasing, as if she had been your friend all along. Hana really did look sweet when she smiled genuinely, and you could see why she had so many people easily wrapped around her finger. Maybe people do change. Or she’s just in a good mood. Before you could shrug and turn away, you sensed Minho’s presence behind you and yelped.

He held his hands up in mock surrender, and you could swear he was suppressing a laugh. “Here to work on your project again?”

Hana’s strange exchange with you on her way out had left your mind reeling, and you scrambled to form coherent sentences. “No, I, um—I actually finished it last night. I just…” Thought I’d just drop by to say hi. But your pride turned the words to mush before they had even formed, and you ended up trailing off awkwardly.

“Really?” There was a flash of disappointment in his face, then Minho’s gaze landed on the book-borrowing register on the front desk. “Right—your book is due today. Did you want to return it?”

Your eyes widened, silently cursing at your own forgetfulness. “Um—yes,” you lied, pretending to search in your bag before giving an awkward laugh. “Yep. I think it’s in my locker—let me go get it.”

After jogging to the other side of the school, you flung open the bottom locker, making another mental note to replace your missing lock. Still catching your breath, your hand sifted through the notes and textbooks before coming up empty. Where is it? You could swear you remembered putting it there, unless—

Breath catching in your throat, you shut the locker with a mortified bang. The English classroom. You practically sprinted down the hallways, earning another dirty look from the janitor as you raced past. Bang Chan looked up in alarm when you nearly crashed into the English classroom door. The entire room was empty, save for the class president, who looked like he was helping to file the teacher’s papers.

“Where’s the fire?” He asked jokingly as your eyes frantically raked the room.

“Have you—seen a book, by any chance? 100 Love Sonnets. Pablo Neruda.”

Chan frowned. “We shelve all the books after class, and if it’s one we don’t recognize, we keep it until the students come back in the morning.” He shrugged. “I don’t remember seeing anything.”

Your heart sank, and you saw the corners of Chan’s mouth lift bemusedly.

“What’s the hurry, anyway? I thought you hated love po—”

With a groan of frustration, you left the baffled class president staring after you as you turned on your heel and back into the hallway. Your mind was racing, panic making your ears buzz. The love letter’s in there. Where the hell did I put it? You sprinted to the Sunshine Coffee Shoppe next, but only got an apologetic shrug from Jeongin even after you’d scoured every nook and cranny of the diner. The sun was already beginning to set as you trudged, defeated, back to the school. Spotting the library’s dim windows in the distance, you wrestled with your options — if it weren’t for that cursed love letter, you could’ve probably just told Minho you’d misplaced it. But now the book—along with everything you’d never dared to tell anyone, crammed onto a sheet of notebook paper—could be anywhere, and there was no way in hell you were going to stop looking until you found it. Heart heavy with dread, you did a full 180 and began walking home.

It was no use. You’d practically pulled an all-nighter tearing your room apart searching for the book— and then, the better part of the following day running around town. But no matter where you looked—the record shop, Blockbuster’s, or even the laundromat—you came up empty.

It’s like it’s disappeared entirely, you thought as the lunch ladies piled your tray with a few sad-looking burritos. The cafeteria was buzzing with teenagers jittery with caffeine and sugar, and you had to duck as a boy chucked an apple at another across the room. You passed the cheerleaders’ table, trying to avoid eye contact, but their giggly conversation carried over the chaotic commotion.

“Did you see how cute Hyunjin looked today on the field?”

“Are you sure he doesn’t have a girlfriend? Maybe Hana can talk to him for us—if he doesn’t fall for her first.” The blonde cheerleader that had spoken nudged the older girl insistently.

“Me?” There was a smile in Hana’s voice. You could feel her eyes on you as she mused, “Oh, I don’t know, Hyunjin’s not my type. I much prefer boys with—how should I put it—catlike eyes, silver spectacles, and long fingers perfect for turning dusty pages…” She clasped her hands together in mock adoration, and her friends erupted in giggles.

“What the hell was that? Sounds like a cheesy love poem.”

You had frozen stiff as soon as she had uttered the words, stunned eyes finding Hana’s only a couple feet away. She gave you a winning smile—the same one you’d deemed friendly just a couple days ago—and winked.

“Give me my book back.”

You pulled her aside after the last bell had rung, voice shaking. Hana only tilted her head innocently, eyes round as a puppy’s. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Before you could spit a biting retort back at her, the taller cheerleader tapped her chin thoughtfully with one bejewelled nail. “But I might think harder if...I got a little something in return.”

You grit your teeth. “What do you want?”

“Make your librarian boy come to Hwang Hyunjin’s party as my date,” Hana beamed, “and tell the office you want to change your locker.”

“You’re crazy,” you blurted, and her face immediately darkened. Dropping her voice, she leaned in closer, until her voice was right beside your ear.

“Oh, I can be even crazier. What would happen if I made copies of this little letter on Monday, hm? Or published it in the school paper for everyone to read? I’m sure Han Jisung would love that—”

Your eyes trailed down to the slip of paper she’d pulled out of her purse, the sight of your own familiar handwriting making panic surge through your veins like ice. Snatching it from her hand, you quickly began tearing it apart before noticing the calm smirk on Hana’s face.

“Photocopy, silly,” she giggled in a sing-song voice as you peered more closely at the shredded pieces, hands shaking. “Oh, all right, don’t cry. If you want the original so badly…” she leaned in again, cruel smile on her lips. “Then you might want to look in the library.”

Eyes widening, you immediately pushed her away and bolted for the stairs. “Don’t forget the deal! Thursday night,” Hana called after you, and you broke into a run.

Most of the classrooms were already empty, their dark windows reflecting your own face back at you as you hurtled past them. Your heart pounded in your chest as the library finally came into view at the end of the hallway, but you nearly came to a screeching halt when you saw that the lights had been turned off. Had Minho gone home early? Chewing your lip anxiously, you peered past the plexiglass. Aisles empty, books all shelved neatly, chairs stacked. The library was quiet as a tomb. Desperately, you tried the knob—and to your surprise, the door creaked open. Maybe he forgot to lock it. You had nothing to lose. Holding your breath, you slipped in.

Even the faint click of the door closing again sounded deafening. You rifled through the front desk first, dropping to a crouch as you inspected the carts and borrowing-bin. To your dismay, they were all empty—they must have all been re-shelved already. Heart sinking, you began tip-toeing through the shelves, fingers trembling as they ran over the laminated Dewey Decimal labels. Please, please, please…

You reached the poetry section at the back of the library, eyes squinting to try and read the spines of the books under shrouds of shadows. Poets— Nash. Naidu. Nemerov…

“Neruda,” you gasped, eyes falling on the book you had practically gone through hell searching for. 100 Love Sonnets. Almost sobbing in sheer relief, you reached out to grab it—just as another hand shot out from beside you. Your yelp of surprise broke the still, dim quiet, and you didn’t have to look up to know who the warm, pale fingers belonged to.

“Care to explain what you’re doing here?”

Spectacles glinting under the twilight, one hand in his pocket, nonchalant as ever, was the boy that had gotten you into this mess. Lee Minho.

As you stared back at him, mouth slightly agape, you felt as though your entire world was balancing precariously over a yawning abyss— as if one wrong move would send everything you’d spent the last two months—no, the last four years—repatching. You swallowed hard. His hand had landed a split-second later than yours, holding both you and the book in place, and you tried to ignore the feeling of his warm fingers on your chilled skin. Forcefully, you yanked the book from the shelves and out of his grasp. “The—book. I-I realised I still needed it for the project. It’s due this Friday, you know.”

He raised his eyebrows, unconvinced. “Today’s only Wednesday. Why not come back tomorrow morning?”

Shit. “I, um, promised Lia I’d go with her to the game tomorrow,” you fibbed, flipping through the book quickly, ready to grab any stray piece of paper that flew out. Nothing. “So I—need to finish the assignment today. Could you renew it for me?” Trying to plaster on an unbothered smile, you flipped through the book again. Still nothing. Had Hana lied to you?

In your peripheral, you saw Minho slowly shift his weight, crossing his arms as he mused, “Well, I’m not too sure about that. We’re getting...careful about letting students borrow books for too long. People tend to leave some...strange things in them.”

Your eyes snapped up, fingers freezing on the fluttering pages. “What—then did you—see anything? S-strange, I mean.”

A flicker of amusement passed through Minho’s eyes, and then it was gone. He cleared his throat, humming thoughtfully. “Why? Do you have something in mind?”

The strange intensity of his gaze seemed to corner you into the shadows, and you swore your heart was pounding so hard it seemed to echo through the room. “Nothing,” you stammered, throwing your hands up in exasperation, “I mean, I just—accidentally left—” Kill me now. You shook your head rapidly. “N-nevermind. I’m heading home.”

“Y/N—”

“Oh, one more thing.” You turned, remembering Hana’s sly words to you back in the stairwell. “You’re invited to Hwang Hyunjin’s party, after the game on Thursday.” Then, hoping you sounded more convincing than you felt, “Hana’s really counting on you to be her date.”

Minho chuckled. “You know I go to parties as often as you do.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no malice in his words, only that same, airy indifference Minho always carried himself with. “Please? Hana—I mean, it would make her really happy if you went.”

“Would you be happy?”

The strange question caught you off guard, making you look up again. Minho was no longer smiling. His hand was still resting lightly over the missing space the book had left on the shelf, and his expression looked strangely lost under the twilit sky.

“Would it make you happy if I went?” He repeated, and you felt your mouth go dry.

Make your librarian boy come to Hwang Hyunjin’s party, and I won’t publish your little love letter for everyone to see on Monday. You nodded firmly, laughing in an attempt to ease the strange atmosphere that had settled over the two of you once again. “Y-yeah. Ecstatic.”

You turned on your heel, breath leaving your lips in a shaky sigh. If the poem wasn’t in the book, where on earth could it be? Option one: It had fallen out somewhere along the way, and hadn’t fallen into anyone’s hands. The best case scenario. Option two: Hana had been playing with you again, and she had had the original all along. Option three…

“By the way, Hana told me not to give this to you.”

You whirled around in surprise, and your eyes landed on a horribly familiar piece of notebook paper dangling from Minho’s fingers. Option three, damn it all. Mortified, you snatched it from his hand, crumpling it into your fist as he laughed lightly.

“It’s a very good poem.”

“Shut up, Lee Minho,” you wailed, wishing the ground would just swallow you up and bury you six feet under for all of eternity. “It’s a cheesy, cliché wreck.”

He hummed in amusement. “What were you writing about?”

Paralyzed, your eyes flickered towards the window before sputtering, “The—sunset. Figurative approach, you know? Emily Dickinson-inspired—”

“Mm. Then what was that quote about—” He tilted his head in thought, fingers snapping. “Catlike eyes, silver spectacles, and long—” He stopped when you plugged your ears instinctively, eyes glowering at him in disbelief. If looks could kill, Minho was sure he’d now have died more times than the characters in a Shakespearean tragedy. “—was that about the sunset, too?”

“Of course,” you snapped, your voice a tad too pitchy for your liking. Damn Lee Minho and his knack for memorizing things. “Haven’t you ever heard of extended metaphors? Rest assured, Lee Minho—I will never, ever, ever—have feelings for you.” You crumpled the sheet of poetry into a ball as you spoke with a note of finality, jamming it into your back pocket for good riddance.

Minho looked unfazed, the light curve of a knowing smile playing on his lips. After a moment, he took a step towards you, making you stumble back in alarm. “‘You can cut all the flowers,” he mused, glancing down at the crumpled love letter, “‘but you cannot stop spring from coming.’”

“Wh-wha—”

“Neruda quote. Tell me if I’m making you uncomfortable, and I’ll stop,” he murmured, eyes growing serious for a moment before his lips twitched with mirth, “but something tells me I deserve to hear more about that sunset from your poem.”

Gulping, you felt hot tears brimming in your eyes, and suddenly wished you were anywhere but here. This confrontation had been your worst nightmare, what you had always wanted to avoid. Your pride’ll be the end of you, y/n, you remembered Lia remarking when you’d sworn up and down that your feelings for Lee Minho were a thing of the past. And it was true—your pride had always gotten the better of you. You were a hypocrite, and a terrible one at that—always telling yourself you had gotten over that stupid, ninth-grade heartbreak, before unravelling into a nervous mess whenever Minho so much as threw a glance at you. And now, you could feel everything you’d feebly repressed for the last four years caving in. Crashing down on you like an avalanche of cheap supermarket chocolates.

“It was about you. You, alright?” You hissed, voice coming out more wounded, rather than venomous like you’d intended. “There. Are you happy now?” You were glad the shadows hid the humiliated tears beginning to roll down your cheeks, and wiped at your eyes furiously. Damn it all. So much for not crying.

“Then why didn’t you—”

“Say anything?” You breathed a short laugh. “Because I didn’t want to see you just throw it out again, okay?”

The silence that met your words was deafening, and when you finally mustered the courage to lift your gaze you saw that Minho’s look of disbelief mirrored your own.

“'Again?'”

Damn Lee Minho and his two-faced ass. Had he already forgotten? “In ninth grade. I left you a—stupid love letter in your locker, with all your other Valentines. Then I s-saw you throwing them all out, behind the school.”

“But I read every name on the cards,” Minho insisted, running a hand through his tousled hair. I left you—a stupid love letter in your locker. Your words sent his head spinning, and he felt his flustered cheeks heat up as he mumbled, “I’ve never—seen yours on any of them.”

Now it was your turn to blink in confusion. Minho’s brow furrowed in vague recollection. “But I did see Hana pulling an envelope out from my locker that day. She said that—she’d heard someone had been sending chain mail on Valentine’s Day, so she was helping the principal clean them up from people’s lockers.”

Hana? Your mind flashed to the missing locks, and the cheerleader that always seemed to be hanging around your locker, and suddenly everything dawned on you. “What did the envelope look like?”

“A corner store card. With—”

“Candy hearts. Right.” You muttered, watching Minho nod slowly. Your anger faltered slightly, feeling a slight shame wash over you, but you weren’t willing to give up just yet. “That still doesn’t explain why you dump out all the gifts you get every year.”

He sighed. “Look. Why would I keep love letters from people I don’t like? That’s just...narcissistic. And I don’t...like chocolate, either,” he added as an afterthought, and you couldn’t help exhaling a short laugh at his ridiculously blunt sentence. Another silence fell between the two of you, the angry tension in the air replaced with an almost childish awkwardness.

“I really did like the poem,” Minho spoke tentatively after what felt like an eternity, and you buried your head in your hands.

“Shut up, Lee Minho, oh my g—”

“And I wouldn’t have thrown it out.” The soft edge to his voice made you stop, peeking out of your fingers to look at him questioningly.

“Why not?” You asked, swallowing hard. “You said keeping letters from someone you don’t like would be narcissistic.”

He was barely a foot away, and the sheer proximity of his face from yours made your stomach flop—with irritation or butterflies, you weren’t sure you wanted to find out. Nonetheless, a tiny voice at the back of your head told you that you were heading towards the latter.

“You know, for someone who reads so many books, you sure are dense,” Minho murmured, shaking his head.

“Wh—”

“I throw out all my Valentines every year because I never see your name on them, alright?” His expression was as careless as ever—that cool, calm facade he wore like a suit of armour—but you didn’t miss the slight tremor in his voice, the flicker of apprehension in his eyes. Lee Minho, you realized with a jolt, was nervous. “I...only ever wanted to receive one from you.”

Your eyes widened, hands lowering from your face in shock. The book tumbled from under your arm to the ground. “But—Hana always told me about how much you hated me.”

“Hmm.” He dropped down to pick it up before fixing his piercing eyes on yours. “Funny. She’s been telling me the same about you. How you’re a two-faced, back-stabbing...such-and-such,” he smiled at the indignant look on your face before his face grew serious. “You’ve always let people walk all over you, and you never retaliate. It’s both admirable and frustrating to watch.”

“I’m not good at confrontation,” you mumbled, still shifting your weight from one leg to the other nervously. “Every time I think I’ve finally got the guts to try and say something back, I...I get all terrified that the words’ll jumble up and I-I’ll start to cry like an idiot again—”

“You’re not an idiot,” he interrupted sternly, “You’re probably more clever—and genuine—than everyone in our grade combined. Your thesis was brilliant.”

You snorted incredulously. “Then why did you keep attacking it every class?”

“It was the only time I could get you to talk to me.”

“Weirdo,” you muttered, but you couldn’t find it in you to make the word sound insulting anymore. Minho chuckled, hand grazing yours as he handed the book back to you. You didn’t move your hand away, and neither did he.

“It is weird. I must be out of my mind. Whenever you look at me, it’s like the whole world stops, and suddenly every cheesy line of poetry I’ve ever read just seems to make sense.”

Your heart was pounding so hard you were more than certain Minho could hear it. The way he was looking at you was nearly overwhelming, stomach fluttering with a feeling so strange and foreign it terrified you. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought that you would be here, in this delicate, unreal moment, and you felt all your insecurities threatening to swallow you up again. Out of everyone in the school, he likes you? A voice snickered at the back of your mind. Don’t kid yourself.

Shrinking away, you mumbled, “Y-you—don’t have to say stuff like that, you know. I mean, i-if you feel bad because of the letter and everything, you don’t have to pretend you lik—”

There was a flash of an exasperated smile on Minho’s lips. Before you could finish, his hand reached to pull your chin towards him again, and suddenly his mouth was pressed flush to yours. You froze, lips parting in surprise, but the kiss was light—barely even a brush of soft skin, and bringing with it the faint scent of vanilla and old books. Minho pulled away almost as quickly as he’d pulled you in, stammering, “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

That seemed to send what was left of your hesitation crumbling into dust. You grabbed the collar of his dress shirt to pull him back in, and the library fell silent again.

Minho kissed the way he talked—soft but firm, and always leaving you struggling to catch your breath. Each touch had the growing intensity of something long overdue, starting out careful—as though you were treading over the newly shattered, four-year-old misunderstandings of one another—before your hands instinctively tangled in his hair and Minho pulled you in impossibly closer. You could feel his heartbeat pressed against yours, the crumpled poem and Neruda’s sonnets long forgotten on the carpeted ground.

The click of the library door opening sent the two of you flying apart, Minho hitting his head on the shelf with a comical thud. The kiss left you dazed and out of breath, and Minho’s face was flushed as both of you whipped around to see a livid Hana at the front of the library. Mouth opening and closing in silent fury, she shot you a death glare before storming out the door, leaving both you and Minho blinking after her.

Several moments passed, the whiplash of the unexpected interruption having sent both of your heads reeling. Then, the two of you broke into stunned laughter, slowly sliding down to the carpet as you doubled over in giggles.

When you finally stopped laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, Minho’s gaze was fixed fondly on your face. You poked his cheek. “You’re blushing, asshole.”

He didn’t respond, eyes falling to your lips again, and you felt your own face flush. “W-what?”

Minho grinned. “And you have drool on your chin again.”

“Hey, Minho! Minho, you won’t believe this!”

That enthusiastic voice belonged to none other than Han Jisung—voice of Levanter High’s morning announcements, and notorious school gossip. He hurtled down the bustling hall towards you and Minho, hunching over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

“Shit, ‘sung—did you kill somebody?”

The dark-haired boy shook his head rapidly. “Did you see the school newspaper?”

Your mouth went dry, Hana’s lingering threats still ringing clear in your ears. Jisung continued excitedly, “Two people submitted anonymous love poems over the weekend—at the same time! Can you believe it? I’m supposed to cover it on the announcements in a bit!”

Two? You peered at Minho, who hadn’t looked at you, and glimpsed a knowing glint in his eyes. “W-who submitted them?”

“Well, Lee Hana was handing out copies of the first one to everyone first thing this morning. But when I showed her the other one, she refused to tell me who the first belonged to.” He pouted.

Minho looked like he was trying hard not to laugh. “Do you have a copy of the paper, ‘sung?”

The dark-haired boy grinned. “Yeah, ‘course! You guys can have mine. See ya!”

As Jisung disappeared into the crowd of students, you turned back to Minho. He had been in the middle of putting a new lock on your locker, and was now setting the combination on his own. “They’re matching,” he’d pointed out when you’d gone into town together to buy them, and you’d groaned.

“Gro-oss.” The old, PDA-hating you would have probably thrown them away on the spot, but now the sight made you smile like a dork. If you can’t beat em, join ‘em.

You looked down to read the papers Jisung had deposited into your hands. Sure enough, on the left column, you spotted a photocopy of your own love letter. But on the right, there was a completely new one—and you had a sneaking suspicion you knew who the anonymous writer was.

“You know, Minho,” you deadpanned, “I don’t think either of us are cut out to be poets.”

“I stayed up all night writing that love letter, you know!” Minho exclaimed indignantly, and you just shook your head laughing. “But you’re right. I could feel Neruda turning in his grave.”

“You’re going to be the end of me, Lee Minho.”

His face broke into a mischievous grin at that, pinning you playfully to the lockers and stealing another kiss as you yelped in surprise.

“Can it be a happy ending?”

3K notes · View notes

adezahnae · 4 years ago

Text

My Roomie (Part 2)

A/N: Helloo!! Here is Part 2 of My Roomie!! I forgot to post this yesterday!! I wanna hit myself😭 Okay Let’s see what happens here!!

Warnings: Smut, Slight masturbation, riding, wet dream, dirty talk, strong sexual tension, y/n is a little perv, Kai’s a damn tease

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa

Your POV

It was around 8pm now and my room was fully set up. I took a step back and admired my work. “Perfect...” I said. I then let out a yawn. I went inside my closet and pulled out my pajamas. I grabbed all the things I needed for the shower and walked out. Just when I was about to open the bathroom door, it swung open to reveal him....he had on nothing but a towel. I widened my eyes and screamed. Before I could run away, he grabbed me back by arm.

I freaked out more, kicking and screaming. He carried me to the couch and sat me on it. “What is wrong with you?” He asked. “I-I-I...” I stuttered. How am I able to form such a sentence when your...junk is out practically!? He rolled his eyes. “What? Can you not talk?” He asked. I shook my head. “Why?” He asked. I pointed at his body, without looking at him. “So what it’s just a body. I’m sure you’ve seen other guy’s bodies in your past.” “No!” I yelped. He quirked an eyebrow. “Never?” He asked. I shook my head. He let out a small chuckle and leaned closer to me. “You like this don’t you?” He asked.

I widened my eyes and looked away. He moved away and stood up. “I’m going to my room. Don’t bother me because I’m having company over okay?” He said walking to his room. He shut his door and I finally breathed out. I patted my cheeks to see that they were hot and warm. I ran to the bathroom and started my shower. To be honest, he did have a nice body. It was so...attractive. He didn’t look so bad neither! He was a very handsome guy, with a favored baby face but that’s what makes him attractive I guess. I also lied about not seeing other guy’s bodies. I’ve seen them in magazines and in porn but never in person! Wow..that’s how it looks? I gasped and shook the nasty thoughts from my head.

I scrubbed my body and finished my shower. I stepped out and slipped on my pajamas. I walked out and heard noises coming from his room. I titled my head to the side and walked up to the door. I was about to knock on his door until I heard a girl. “Kai...oh Kai..” I hear her say. “Kai?” I whispered to myself. I then hear him groan and the bed was creaking. I then realized what he was doing, he’s in there having sex!! I covered my mouth and widened my eyes. “Right there baby..just like that..” He said. I felt an urge in my lower area.

I gasped quietly and put my hand over my heat. Is this what I’m gonna deal with for the rest of my days here?!? Hearing him and girls on campus messing around?! “Baby, slow down! W-What if your roommate hear us?!” The girl panicked. I heard a loud smack echo in the room, making me jump. “Shut up and take it.” He growled. The noises they made got louder. “Kai!! Kai!! Yess! Yess! It feels so good!!!” She yelled. He groaned out and another smacked echoed. I gasped out and yelped, feeling my heat clench and drip around nothing once more. I ran to my room and slammed the door behind me.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh...” I panicked. It’s only the first day! I laid on my bed and screamed in my pillows. Why did I have to hear that?! Why did I have to..imagine that?!! I let out a sigh and rolled over onto my back. I could still hear his groaning from my room. I felt my heat clench around nothing again, making stifle my groans myself. “I can’t deal with this...” I whispered. I slipped off my slippers and my pajama pants and panties and opened my legs. I made small circles on my clit. I let a breathy moan and moved my fingers faster. “Kai..” I whispered subconsciously not knowing.

I gasped and covered my mouth. Did I just moan his name?! I removed my hand from my center and rolled over in my bed. “Stop thinking about him...just stop...” I mumbled to myself. I cut on my TV and watched something to keep my mind off of him. A sudden sex scene came up in the movie. I got that urge again. I took one of my pillows and got on top of it. I moved my hips back and forth against the fabric of my pillow, letting out a small groan. As I was watching the scene, I wonder...can Kai make me feel like this? Maybe even better? I unbuttoned my shirt and let my boobs free.

I put my hands over them and let out moans and soft curses. I whispered his name over and over again. “Kai...K-Kai...” I moved my hips faster as I imagine him under me, giving praises like he did the girl in his bedroom. “Good job baby, you’re doing great..” I could hear him say. His hands came across my hips and bounced me faster. I let out a whine. “Kai!!! Yesss! I feel so good!!” I said. “You feel good? Tell me how good you feel..” He whispered. “Its so good..I’ve never felt it before! This is so so good!!” I replied through whines and whimpers. He chuckled and smacked my butt, causing me to jerk forward. “Are you gonna cum baby? Huh? You’re gonna cum for me like a little slut?” He said. I nodded and threw my head back. “Go ahead and make yourself a mess on me..” He growled. I threw my head back and whine out very loud. “KAIIII!!!”

I jumped up in my bed in cold sweat. My breathing was uneven and my throat was dry. I looked around to see it was daylight. 10:30am my clock said. I sighed and leaned back and covered my face. I jumped back up and looked over at my pillows. They were still in place, like they’ve never been touched, it wasn’t real..I swallowed hard and wiped my forehead. I got out of bed and ran out my door. I looked around to see or make sure I wasn’t dreaming anymore.

As I was I heard Kai’s voice. “Good Morning.” He simply said. I turned around and seen him in the kitchen drinking coffee while his on his phone. “G-Good Morning..” I replied in a small voice. I walked to the kitchen and took some coffee too. “Sleep well?” He asked me. I remembered flashes of my dream. “Kai!!” I remember me whining. “Y-Yeah, I slept well..Did you sleep well?” I asked. “Mhm.” He replied. “I’m sure you did. I mean I know you did but it’s just..yeah..” I said trying to cover up the fact that I heard him having sex with another girl. “Don’t lie.” He said now looking at me.

“Lie about what?” I asked. “You were listening to me, weren’t you?” He asked. I felt my heart leap in my throat. “I- I- I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t even know your name!” I lied. “From the way you called me last night, it seems like you do.” He said. Did he hear me moaning too?! So was that real?!?! “I...Um..I have to go and g-get ready for grocery shopping.” I said trying to walk away. He pulled me by my arm again and placed me against the wall. “Why were being such a dirty little girl huh? Why are listening to me and dreaming about me?” He asked. His words led straight to my center, making me clench my legs together and whimpered.

He looked down and noticed. “You like this don’t you?” He asked lowly. “H-How did you know a-all of that?” I asked. “Your yelps, gasps and moans are way too loud for anyone to hear.” He said. “Did she hear me?” I asked. “No. Only I did.” He said. I put my head down. “I’m sorry...I don’t know what that was about but I will never do it again, I promise.” I apologized. “You promise?” He asked. I nodded my head. He pulled away from me. I walked to my bedroom hurriedly until I heard him say something again. “And it’s Jongin.” He said. I turned around. “Huh?” I asked. “Jongin is my name.” He said. I nodded and ran back to my room. I shut my door and locked it. I went to my pillows and screamed into them again. “WHY MEEE!?!?”

Jongin’s POV

I heard Y/n go into her room locked her door, screaming into her pillows. I let out a little laugh and walked back to my room. “She’s such a cute little thing..” I said to myself. Y/n to me is just a girl who’s so unexperienced with guys. Who put their 21 year old-daughter into college without her experience to men? I’m only a bit cold to her at the moment because I want to see how well she can go when it comes to my..harsh side. It seems to my opinion that she likes it. When Lia left last night, I heard her in her room crying out my name. I go in to see her tossing and turning in her sleep, touching herself. I brought a smirk to my face knowing that she’s thinking of me.

I want her bad..I don’t know why but the first time I seen her eyes on mine, I knew she was too innocent. Wayy to innocent. One part of me feels bad for her knowing that she has no experience with a guy and don’t know how to take it when someone is hitting on her. The other part wants me to corrupt her...so badly...I want to be the one who takes that innocence away...call me what you want, but I have to have her..Just slowly but surely. I only fucked Lia because I was thinking of Y/n. She’s too cute and beautiful to not think about. “I got to have her...” I said to myself.

#exo smut #exo kai smut #kai exo #superm smut #exo x reader #super m x reader

65 notes · View notes

stupidlyintokpop · 4 years ago

Text

Taekook

hai! I’m lia and I’m kinda new here. English isn’t my first language so sorry if not good! —

Taehyung and Jungkook had been friends ever since they were little. This relationship had lasted so long, they were more than just friends. They were best friends. Little did Jungkook know that Taehyung had a huge crush on him. But it was so hard to confess his feelings for some reason, so he kept quiet. He would also get jealous easily if Jungkook was around girls at school. He didnt want some girl to take him away from Taehyung.

Jungkook was in love with Taehyung as far as he could remember, always caring for younger and looking after him. His heart was always beating faster and squeezing so tightly every time they were around each other. That day boy decided he was sick and tired of focusing on his hard feelings for his classmate. As Jungkook was thinking about it, he realised that so many people around him were his chances. Not to lie, he was kind of popular in their high school, and girls where chirking everytime when he did something on PE classes, even only breath. He decided to finally use it, hoping it could help him somehow and get his mind away from his friend. “Hi, Taehyung!” Jungkook said with bright, bunny smile, waving in the other's way. It was break after their first lesson, when they finally had an opportunity to talk. “You won't believe it. Today I have a date with Jisoo!” words of excitement where escaping his mouth, even though deeply inside him, he didn't feel it at all. Taehyung felt something crush inside him. His heart sank from hearing those words. But he covered that disappointment with a smile. “That’s so nice Jungkook!” Taehyung replied happily. But that happiness was fake. He felt heartbroken. “Well I have to get to class so I’ll see you later. Bye Jungkook!” Taehyung exclaimed, waving at Jungkook’s direction. Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows, but slowly nodded with head. “Yeah, sure. Bye, Tae...” He said quietly, not really getting what have just happened. The rest of the classes were similar. They didn't have real occasions to talk and when it finally seemed to be coming, Taehyung had to go somewhere all of sudden. Jungkook didn't understand a bit. He thought about asking Taehyung to meet him in the school courtyard and have a talk after classes, but the lucky strike was made for him at biology class, when their teacher introduced to them a project. They got to do it in pair for the next day, just as they were sitting, so there was no way Taehyung wouldn't talk to Jungkook. “My date with Jisoo is at nine pm so I think it's enough time for us, yeah?” he whispered, facing Taehyung. Taehyung pretended to not hear Jungkook. Instead, he continued to listen to the teacher. Taehyung didn’t even take a glance at Jungkook. He was pretty dang jealous. And he was almost tempted to make Jungkook jealous. Should he say that he has a date with Lisa? Taehyung was carefully thinking this over. It hurt enough to ignore Jungkook like this, but he was afraid that if he said that, Jungkook would ignore him. He was fidgeting with his silk shirt. “This is so hard..” Taehyung said in his head. Jungkook waited for response but then huffed quietly, when it didn't even seemed for Taehyung to hear his word. “Taehyung, I swear to God, talk to me.” he hissed through his teeth. That moment Jungkook was happy they were sitting at the last desk. Boy reached his hand to other's side and pinched it, trying to get his attention. “What got into you, huh? Why are you mad at me?” Taehyung flinched from the side pinch and covered his mouth to stop himself from making aloud noise. However, Taehyung still continued to ignore Jungkook. Although he was doing well, Jungkook probably knew that Taehyung was ticklish now. “Crap-“ He thought. This could be a while. Jungkook couldn't stop himself from smiling, when the other boy hid half of his face behind his hand. Although he wanted to continue the teasing and finally receive the attention he wanted, the loud ringing of school bell stopped Jungkook from doing anything. He stood up and packed everything into black backpack, which after a second rested on his shoulders.

“We need to do this project, mister ignorant, so let's go to my home, hm? Oh, wait, I forgot you're mad at me for who knows what.” Jungkook said with a bit of hearable sorrow in his voice. Taehyung closed his locker and quietly followed Jungkook. After about half an hour, the two of them got to Jungkook’s home. Taehyung walked inside without saying a word. “I hate this so much..” Taehyung said inside his head. He sat down and waited for Jungkook. He heard the hint of hurt in Jungkook’s voice at school and felt bad. He wanted to talk to Jungkook so badly. Jungkook sighed, when Taehyung didn't say a single word to him, even when they came to his home. Maybe he shouldn't have push another one so much? Maybe he should just wait for Taehyung to say something? After grabbing some juice and snacks from the kitchen, Jungkook went to his room, where Taehyung was waiting. Jungkook's room could be described as typical's teen room. Huge, messy bed, posters of singers and comic superheros all over the walls and clothes laying in a messy way on the chair. Just as usual. “Okay, Taehyung, it's not funny anymore. Will you tell me what's the heck going on?” he asked calmly, though you could hear some frustration ripping through the coolness. Taehyung couldnt hold it in anymore and sighed. “Look..I was kinda hurt that you said you had a date with Jisoo...that’s why I started ignoring you..I-I like you Jungkook and I don’t want anyone to take you away from me..” He confessed and fidgeted with his fingers. That was pretty hard for him to confess all that. Jungkook gasped quietly and looked at Taehyung. It took him a while to understand what other boy just said but all of sudden it hit him hard, like some bus or train. Boy in two quick steps got himself closer to Taehyung, then tilted and gently pecked his lips. “Wait, it's not a joke, right? You're not joking, Taehyung?” He asked, lightly shaking with his head when he got a bit away, like he was unsure what was really happening. “What the heck, Tae, did you really think I like Jisoo? I like you, not Jisoo, you dumbass! All this time I...” Jungkook couldn't even find exact words which could truly describe what he felt. He looked at boy again and after a while sat next to him and faced. “No one will ever take me away from you, Tae...” Taehyung couldn’t believe what he was hearing either. It felt like a complete miracle. He pecked Jungkook’s lips as well. “It’s no joke Jungkook. I really really really like you. A lot.” Taehyung admitted and hugged Jungkook. He couldn’t believe that his wish was actually coming true. He wanted to jump for joy right now. Jungkook gasped again and then smiled, shaking his head. “I can't believe you were ignoring me the whole day because you were jealous of Jisoo, come on!” he exclaimed, but couldn't the happiness spreading a nice, warm feeling in his heart. Then, all of sudden, Jungkook sat on other's hips, his long, blond hair slightly covering his eyes. “You better never do it, I hate you for this!” Jungkook half joked but then squeezed Taehyung's sides through his soft hoodie with both of his hands, gently digging his fingers in. Taehyung was caught off guard by Jungkook sitting on his hips. But that confusion quickly turned to laughter when Jungkook started squeezing his sides. “Nhahah kohohokie wait-! Ihihim sorry!” Taehyung giggled, squirming slightly from the tingly sensation. “No way, now I'm mad at you and can't hear you!” Jungkook laughed, his fingers quickly dancing up to Taehyung's ribs. It was easy for Jungkook to feel them under his fingers, as the other one was really skinny. Jungkook was always admiring his body. They had fast foods all the time and Taehyung wasn't really working out as often as Jungkook, and still, his body was really beautiful. Small, pretty waist, but curved hips and perfect thighs. “You really got on my nerves today, you know?” Jungkook huffed with smirk, rapidly vibrating with his fingers on other boy's each rib. Taehyung let out a loud shriek as his ribs were attacked. They were pretty darn sensitive.

“KOHOHOKIE NOHO PLEAHAHAHASE!” He pleaded for Jungkook to stop. Even though Taehyung couldn’t stop laughing, he kinda secretly liked it. The feeling of blissful laughter filled him with joy. Jungkook couldn't stop laughing at the sight below him. Giggling, squealing and squirming like a fish Taehyung was really somehow making him happy. “Aww, you're so cute, little Taetae!” He said, moving his hands lower. They got under other's hoodie, nails immediately scribbling rapidly as spiders on the soft tummy, sometimes moving lower, onto the sides. “Tickle tickle tickle~! What are you asking for, Tae? Do you want me to stop? But stop what?” Jungkook asked playfully, trying to tease Taehyung a little. Taehyung knew exactly what he wanted to stop. But it was too hard to say it for some reason. A blush also formed on his cheeks from Jungkook’s teasing. “IHI CAHAHANT SAHAHAHAY IHIHIT!” Taehyung admitted, still squirming around wildly like a fish. Jungkook tilted his head to the side, looking at Taehyung's blushed face, framed by brown, messy hair. His fingers slowed down, tips gently tracing skin on his ribs. “Why can't you say it, Taetae? Usually, you're kinda chatty and talkative person.” Boy smiled, tone of his voice still holding the teasing pitch in it. Taehyung shook his head. He knew he was a very talkative person, but this was just hard to say for some reason. It felt embarrassing in some way to him. “I-IHITS TOHOHO EMBARASING TOHO SAHAHAHAY!” He exclaimed as he was still laughing and squirming under Jungkook’s touch.

Jungkook quietly laughed at him, getting his hands away and fixing Taehyung's sweater. “You're too cute.” He muttered. Then, boy rested his elbows on both sides of Taehyung's head, looking at him with smirk. “Come on, tell me. Or should I make you say it?” He asked then. Their noses were almost touching, when Jungkook was looking at Tae with his big doe eyes, having a bit of excited sparkle in them. Taehyung was blushing so much. He didn’t want to say it because he would have to deal with more embarrassment. But he also kind of wanted more tickles. His only other option would be a brat. Plus to Taehyung, being a brat was pretty fun. “Make me.” He simply stated, and stuck his tongue out playfully. Jungkook widened his eyes, blinking for a while. He shaked his head and smiled, lifting himself up with his hands, both next to Taehyung's head. “Make you...? Ah, seriously, I can't believe you sometimes!” He chuckled, but then put his fingers on other boy's tummy, tapping them playfully into some imagined rhythm. Jungkook would deeply lie if he said, that he wasn't enjoying that little moment of playfullness with his... yeah, exactly, who? Friend? Boyfriend? What was the thing going on between them? “Tae? Who are we?” Taehyung squeaked and then started giggling once again. He wanted to say lovers but neither of them had actually asked either our yet. “Wehehell ahahare we lohohovers nohohow?” He asked, knowing that both of them confessed their feelings for each other. Jungkook nodded his head, happy bunny smile still appearing on his face. “Would you like to be my boyfriend, Tae?” He asked and stopped the tapping for a while. Even beside all the teasing and playfullness, the blond hair boy was serious about the happening moment. All he wanted to do though, was cuddle Taehyung and squeeze him really tightly against his warm chest and arms. Taehyung was so ready for this. Him and Jungkook were actually having dreams come true. He smiled and said: “Yes Jungkook, I will. And I’m all yours too.” Taehyung hugged Jungkook and rested his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook smiled, burring his face into another one's soft neck. “Thanks.” He murmured with amusement. “I really like you Tae... Okay, anyway!” He exclaimed and all of sudden quickly digged his fingers in Taehyung's ribs, with wide smile and laughter. Boy was rapidly spidering his fingers down from his hips to upper ribs, sometimes squeezing his sking, changing the tactics and laughing, amused because of Taehyung's reactions. Taehyung shrieked from the sudden attack he didn’t expect it at all. Not one bit. Him and Jungkook just had a moment of romance. But then it escalated into Taehyung breaking into a fit of laughter again. “K-KOHOHOKIE NOHOHOHO!!” “Nohohoho? What does it mean, I haven't heard it before, baby!” Jungkook laughed with proud smile. Although saying the petname made his ears and nose blush a bit. Suddenly Jungkook gently grabbed Taehyung's wrists by one hand and put them above his head. “Is it okay?” Blond hair boy asked with honest voice, but the smirked. “Or can you manage doing it by yourself?” “I-I think I can handle it.” Taehyung said with a little confidence. He wasn’t actually sure honestly. But he felt like he could handle his arms above his head. And he wanted Jungkook to have more fun with Taehyung. Jungkook spat with laughter a bit. “You sure?” He ironically asked with smirk, looking into Taehyung's eyes. He bent his fingers, moving them in teasing way and getting closer to Taehyung's armpits in slow motion. It was getting as slower as closer, and then for a while stopped, couple of millimeters in front of his skin, before Jungkook nails met the soft skin in fast scribble. Taehyung giggled from anticipation as Jungkook’s hands slowly went towards his armpits. His nervousness but excitedness grew more and more. When Jungkook’s hands touched Taehyung’s armpits, he let out a loud shriek and his loud laughter became more loud and booming. “YAHAHAHHAH IHIHHIT T-TIHIHIHICKLES SOHO MUHUHUCH!!” “Now hold them up! Hold them!” Jungkook

laughed, characteristically scrunching his nose. “Oh my gosh, you're such a sensitive little tiger!” He said, melting while looking at Taehyung and quickly spidering with fingers on his ticklish hollow. “Coochie coochie coo, little tiger~!” He teased with a little of baby voice. Taehyung’s blush became darker. Much like a tomato. He became so flustered from Jungkook’s teasing. In secret though, he loved it. And he tried his hardest to keep his arms up. “IHIHIM TRYIHIHING!” All of sudden Jungkook tilted his head and began pepper his face and neck with quick pecks and kisses, still tickling his hollows with fast fingers dancing on the skin. Sometimes he trembled his thumbs on upper ribs, just on the pits. “Does it tickle, Tae? I bet it does. Though, I bet you like this a lot too~...” Jungkook mumbled under his breath, close to Taehyung's ear. “Am I right, little ticklish tiger? You love it, right?” Jungkook was 1000% right. Taehyung just loved this a lot. And he didn’t want it to stop at all. It was pretty hard to admit though. But eventually he had to break. At some point. But he just decided to confess it now so he could get it done and over with. “YEHEHHEHES IHIHI DOHHO LOHOHOVE IHIHIT!” Taehyung spat out, while blushing more than he did before. Jungkook stopped suddenly, looking at him with head tilted to the side like a puppy. “Seriously? You never told me something like that.” He said with curiosity, suddenly making a quick scratch with one finger on the skin of his armpit. “You're cute though. Thanks for telling me now. I will use it more often.” Jungkook added and winked at another boy with smirk, getting off of his lap. “Okay, we need to do a project. Although I wouldn't mind some cuddles.” He said and acted a sad face by turning his lips into turned hourseshoe. Taehyung fell for Jungkook’s cute charms and smiled. “If you wanna cuddle, then let’s cuddle!” He exclaimed happily. “We can do the project later.” Taehyung pecked Jungkook’s cheek and opened his arms for Jungkook lovingly so they could cuddle. Jungkook immediately smiled, fixing his long, blond hair by putting them back, behind his ears. “Aish, you're so sweet... oh my God, my boyfriend is so sweet...” He bumbled, throwing himself into other's arms. “Boyfriends-bestfriends. It sounds so cool.” Jungkook added, burring his cheek into other's tummy and closing his eyes. “Tae? Since when do you know you like it? And you know... You like it simply or is it a... you know, kink or something?” Taehyung lost his words for a moment. He had been tickled by his parents ever since he was a little kid. It wasn’t in a kinky way so nothing sexual. He just liked it for some reason. “Well..I kinda like the feeling. And I l-like just getting to laugh so much like that. I don’t have to worry about anything.” “Hm...” Jungkook hummed, wrapping his arms around Taehyung more tightly. “It makes some sense if you ask me. Just... Some people hate the feeling actually. So, it's interesting that you like it. It isn't something bad or embarassing though, I guess. I mean, I don't really know it myself, no one ever really tickled me. But looking at you it has to be kinda wild.” He joked, laughing. “You squirm like a fish. And squeal. It's cute.” Taehyung blushed from Jungkook’s praising. But then that flustering feeling quickly turned into a smirk. “So you don’t know if you’re ticklish Jungkook? I can see if you are!” Taehyung chuckled and brang his hands over to Jungkook’s sides. He then started poking and proding at Jungkook’s sides. Even switching from poking to kneading them a few times. “Hey, wait, no!” Jungkook widened his eyes as soon as he felt it, and brought his arms tightly to his side, sitting in front of Taehyung. He didn't really know what to say, feeling a little flustered because of another one's smirk. “I don't like that look on your face—” He gulped. “What? This smirk?” Taehyung asked, bringing that same smirk back on his face. “I think you are ticklish Jungkookie~” Taehyung cooed and drilled his thumbs into Jungkook’s armpits. “Tickle tickle kookie,

aww you’re so cute~” Taehyung teased. Jungkook squealed loudly, trying to grab Taehyung's hands and squirming desperately away. “AHA I-I dohon't think I am tihicklish!” He said, trying not to scream. Jungkook didn't understand it at all. Why did he feel so embarassed and red on his face? “What’s that? You don’t think you are ticklish? Then why do you react like this when I do this?” Taehyung asked and started scribbling his soft fingertips in Jungkook’s hollows. Jungkook pressed his lips and shaked his head, hardly trying to hold the urge to laugh in. “B-because... Just! Because you're just funny!” Boy exclaimed quickly, pushing Taehyung's hands away. “Aish, stop stop, it's weird! Get away, you!” He added, almost choking on giggle, sitting back, and pushing Taehyung back with his foot. Taehyung giggled at Jungkook’s reactions and reasoning. “Gosh you’re just so cute kookie!” He praised and started crawling back towards Jungkook. “Now I’m still in suspicion. Are you ticklish Jungkook?”

Jungkook huffed, pinching his eyebrows. “No, I'm not, quit it! At least for sure not as much as you...” He snaped back at Taehyung, pointing at him with his trigger finger. “Of course just because I'm not. Now, let's cuddle finally.” Jungkook mumbled and threw himself onto bed, his back touching the mattress and arms spread for his boyfriend. Taehyung climbed on top of Jungkook and laid himself there. He wrapped his arms around Jungkook so he could hug Jungkook while they were cuddling. “You’re so nice to cuddle y’know?” Jungkook huffed with smile, himself wrapping arms around Taehyung to hold him in warm embrance. “Wow, mister Kim, what a nice compliment. You're really nice to cuddle too. And cute. I won't shut up about it, I swear, I could just squeeze you and hide in my pocket, you're so little!” Jungkook quietly and sweetly cooed at his boyfriend, smothly stroking his back with hand. “Is it okay?” He asked, when tips of his fingers softly brushed through Taehyung's spine, in maybe a bit ticklish motion. “Do you like it?” Taehyung slightly giggled since it ticked a little, but it wasn’t even close to unbearable. “Yeah that’s fine, thank you.” Taehyung relaxed more under Jungkook’s touch. Jungkook closed his eyes and let out a sigh filled with carefreeness. “Taehyung? Where else are you ticklish?” Boy asked with curiosity, lightly raising his eyebrows. Meanwhile he burred his face in Taehyung's neck again, giving it a little, innocent peck with soft, small lips. That question made Taehyung freeze. He knew he was ticklish everywhere, but he didn’t expect Jungkook to ask that right off the bat. “U-um n-no?” He nervously replied. That sentence sounded like a complete lie so he knew he was done for. Jungkook squinted with his eyes and shortly spat with laughter. “I asked where and you say no. N-no, to be honest... Sounds fake as hell to me.” He joked, shaking with his head. “It's so funny. When you wanted to tickle me you seemed to be so confident and... and dominant, but when we start talking about you, you become a little shy kitten all of sudden.” “Well that’s um..that’s because I- i get flustered easily..when I’m the one..” Taehyung admitted, and scratched the back of his neck. A blush appeared on his cheeks again, turning them a rosy shade of pink. Jungkook nodded with his head and smiled softly. “I understand. I felt similar when you tried to. That's why I freaked out a bit...” He said, putting his fingers in Taehyung's fluffy hair, brushing through them. “So, maybe we should just do it as something usual as cuddling? Maybe then you wouldn't feel so embarassed, hm?” Taehyung felt happy at the thought of just cuddling. It was very relaxing and a stress reliever to him. “Yeah let’s just cuddle.” He responded and nuzzled his face into Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook smiled and pressed Taehyung softly to his chest. Then, he grabbed a blanket laying next to them, to cover both of their bodies. “Would you like to talk about something?” He quietly asked, after a while shyly pressing his lips against another one's forehead. Taehyung thought for a while before coming up with a topic. “I don’t know, random experiences?” He came up with. Taehyung couldn’t really think of many things to talk about so he just picked that. “Huh, random experiences?” Jungkook thought for a while, looking at the ceiling with squinted eyes. “When I was six years old me and my dad went to the zoo. He thought it was good idea to catch me and put into the zebras' run. It was fun until one of them didn't start to run in my way and tried to eat me and ripped my shirt.” He said, a bit amused. “What about your random experience?” Taehyung giggled a little from what Jungkook said. “That’s interesting. Well mine is probably when my mom and I went to the park when I was like 5. I met another kid there and we played with each other for a little while. When we were playing tag with other kids, I accidentally tugged my friend by his pants and his pants fell down!” Taehyung exclaimed, laughing at the last part. Jungkook raised his eyebrows in the

middle of Taehyung's story, but then bursted in laughter. “Oh my God, I'd love to see your face when it happened. I bet you were or scared as hell, or laughing as hell.” He said amused, rubbing his eyelid with hand. “You're blushing almost all the time, so...” Boy added teasingly. Taehyung laughed once again. “I was laughing so hard, believe me! I collapsed on the ground!” But then Taehyung was a little confused with what Jungkook just said. “I-I’m always blushing?” “Yeah. ALMOST all the time. Isn't it true? It's just easy to make you shy.” Jungkook answered and shrugged his shoulders with smile. “It's cute though, so you don't need to worry about it. Unless you want to play tough, but I guess it's not really for you, you can't be dominant.” He added in teasing voice. Taehyung didn’t argue about that because Jungkook was right. He usually wasn’t the dominant one. But being bratty was sometimes an option. “I guess being a comeplete brat is the closest it’ll be for me.” Jungkook rolled with his eyes, amused by Taehyung. “Please, you are truly a complete brat. But, to be honest, I love it. You're playful and funny, and it's never boring when we're around. So I love it.” He admitted, poking Taehyung's side once all of sudden. “But I'm a sucker for attention too, and it's not that I like it, because I hate it, but, uh, I just really can't help it. That's why I got genuinely sad and mad when you ignored me. It's awful.” Taehyung still felt bad about ignoring Jungkook that much before. He hated that so much and felt like giving up with that a few times. “I’m so sorry for doing that kookie, I hated it a lot, trust me.” Taehyung apologized once again. “If there’s something I can do to make it up, tell me.”

“Ah, what? No no, I didn't mean it to make you feel bad, sorry, I just said it... Still can't believe you were so jealous about Jisoo, you little brat.” Jungkook teased with smile. “Please, don't feel bad. I'm sorry about bringing this up again.” He said with honestly apologetic voice and smile. “Or should I make you smile again?” Boy joked, snuggled to Taehyung more and then shortly chuckled again. Taehyung gave a fake smile to Jungkook, still feeling a little bad for making Jungkook so upset. He then just snuggled more into Jungkook. This was obviously a hint for Jungkook. Jungkook sighed quietly, pressing Taehyung even closer to him and burring his nose into his fluffy hair. “Please, little tiger, don't be sad...” He asked w mumbling, before his hand got under material of another one's hoodie. His finger tips began slowly tracing different patterns on skin of Taehyung's side and ribs, sometimes giving some playful scratches here and there. Taehyung’s laughter went a mix between calmer and loud as Jungkook’s hands went to both his sides and ribs. He said, “Jungkook stop” in between his laughter. Even though he was loving this a lot.

“Do you really want me to stop though?” He asked with slight amusement and happiness, still cuddling his boyfriend close to himself. “What should i stop, Tae?” Boy added teasingly, all of sudden lowering his hand onto Taehyung's thigh, wiggling his fingers all over, after a while pushing it up, onto his own hip. Taehyung let out a shriek of laughter as his hips and thighs were pretty sensitive like his ribs. “YAHAHHAH!” He cried out, shaking his head and squirming a little. But then he responded to Jungkook’s question. “IHI DOHOHONT WAHAHANT THIHIS TOHOHO STOHOHOP!” Jungkook laughed at Taehyung, nodding with his head. “I see, I see, okay!” He said only, moving his fingers further, then under his knee, where his fingers found a good spot to wiggle around. “What about that one?” Boy asked, smiling already at Taehyung's reaction though. That spot was also sensitive to Taehyung. He squealed, showing a cute boxy smile. “THHAHAHATS SEHEHNSITIVE TOHOHOHO!” He exclaimed and kicked his feet. “Hah, you're pretty sensitive anywhere!” Jungkook laughed, but then sat on the bed, getting a bit away from Taehyung, and then caught his ankle with smirk. “What about this one?” Boy asked, before he swiped his trigger finger from the bottom to the top of the sole. Taehyung let out a squeak from the finger swipe. That was pretty sensitive to Taehyung as well. Taehyung had to accept it: he was pretty darn ticklish. “T-that is too.” Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “Is there any place where you aren't ticklish...?” He asked amused, but then lifted his fingers and began scratching the heel of Taehyung's foot, slowly getting higher through arches and upper part. Then, he stretched his toes back just to scratch at the skin under them. “YHAHAHAHAHHAH!!” Taehyung cried out, and scrunched his toes as well as covering his face to hide his blush. It hid his smile as well. Taehyung’s feet were so ticklish, it might be where he was most ticklish at. “Wow, Taehyung, I think we found your dead spot... Extra spot? How to call it?” Jungkook teased, his nails scratching and spidering all over the foot. “Or sweet spot. You're even more sweet know, you look really cute, you ticklish kitten! Do you think it makes it worse? When I tease you like this while tickling you? Do you think just a word "tickle" might be triggering? Like tickle tickle tickle~?” Taehyung was so flustered right now. He couldn’t even hide his bright red blush anymore. But he still liked it a lot and he liked Jungkook’s teasing, plus the teasing made it worse. “IHIT DOHOHOES MAHAHAKE IHIHIT WOHOHORSE!”

“Do you like it though it's worse?” Jungkook nodded with his head and smirked, changing his position. Boy sat with his back resting against the wall, and then took both of Taehyung's ankles, securing them between his thighs, after hearing his response. Then his fingers, all twenty, began scribbling on Taehyung's cold soles, brushing through them from the bottom to the top and again. “Would you like to do something connected to it? I'm don't know a lot about it, so I would like to know everything from you if I can make you happy somehow!” He said with honest care. Taehyung immediately had a thought pop up in his head that made him blush at the thought. “WEHEHELL SOHOMETIHIMES F-FEAHAHATHERS CAHAHAN BEHEHETTER UHUHUSED” Taehyung admitted, knowing that Jungkook was probably gonna use that now.

Jungkook stopped for a while and looked around his room, but then stopped his sight at one thing. Hat they made in sixth grade at carnival. Boy grabbed and took the green, fluffy feather out of it. “Huh...” Jungkook tried it on his hand first. “Do you mean something like this? Does it tickle more or something?” He asked with curiosity, when he made couple of quick move with feather, sliding it through another one's feet, after a while stopping at his toes for some longer time. “AHH- YEHHHEHES IHIHHIT DOHHOHOHOES!!” Taehyung squealed as his laughter jumped an octave. The feather had some sort of feeling to it that just made the tickling even more ticklish. “Wow... It's actually interesting that you like it. Tickling is actually kinda weird, I mean, it makes you laugh but it isn't funny so the laughter is such a weird thing— no that I'm ticklish, of course I'm not.” Jungkook started talking, while simply letting the feather go all over Taehyung's feet, leaving no are untouched. “But it's really cool to see you honestly laughing and having fun from it. Maybe I will like it too. Someday” At some point he even caught some of his toes and quickly made a feather make its way between and under them. Jungkook hummed all of sudden and, in a way that Taehyung couldn't see it, he turned the feather around, and sweaped the sharp ending from another boy's heel to his toes and back, looking at his reaction all the time. The sharp end of the feather felt so ticklish to Taehyung for some reason. It wasn’t even the fluffy side. “AHHH WHAHAHAT IHIHIS THAHAHAHAT??” Taehyung asked confused as to what was touching his feet that tickled so much. Jungkook shrugged his shoulder with an innocent smile. “It's just the feather you wanted so much.” He answered simply, scratching the sharp end at his heel. Then, the idea popped in Jungkook's head and he added his another hand to tickling, just scribbling the sole in random way. “I guess you have the time of your life, huh, little tiger?” Boy laughed at him. Taehyung really was having the time of his life. He was enjoyed this so much and didn’t want it to end. But he also had limits like most people do. “IHIHIM ENJOHOHOYING THIHIHIS AHAHA LOHOT!” Jungkook smiled, but began slowing down, just moving the feather slowly through his feet, letting Taehyung breath more. “Are you okay? Maybe we shouldn't do so much already, I don't want you to feel overwhelmed or something.” He said, gently brushing the fluffy feather on top of his feet. Taehyung calmed down a lot since the feather just gently brushing didn’t tickle an extreme amount. “T-thahahank yohohou.” He thanked Jungkook who let Taehyung breathe. “Hey, boo, you shouldn't thank me. I just want you to feel okay.” He said with honest, calm smile, still moving the fluffy thing from the bottom to the top, teasingly getting to some toes sometimes. “Hey, someone will have to present the project in front of class...” Jungkook started, looking up, at Taehyung. They were always arguing about it, as none of them wanted to, and they were always playing rock, paper, scissors or some other game, so the loser had to present their project. “What about a fight? If you win then I present, and if I win, then you.” Taehyung pulled his feet away so he could talk normally. “Okay, what kind of fight though?” He asked, wondering what Jungkook had in his mind. But Taehyung really didn’t want to present so he was so ready to beat Jungkook. “Tickle fight, as today's topic is.” Jungkook raised his chin proudly, a bit amused. He was sure Taehyung had enough so it seemed like a really easy win for him. And he knew Taehyung's weak spots, unlike like him. Even though Taehyung could know more tactics, Jungkook was sure he could win, even if it was a really silly game. Taehyung felt a whip of determination now. He wanted to win since he didn’t want to present at all. Not even one bit. “Okay I’m in! But don’t expect me to go easy.” Taehyung said and tackled Jungkook. Then he started scribbling his fingers on Jungkook’s ribs, occasionally vibrating them there to try to

create it more tickly for Jungkook.

“WaHAHAit, we should sahahay start!” Jungkok protested with laughter, arching his back, but then dig his hands back into Taehyung's upper ribs, into his armpits. Although, being tickled made it harder, he still tried his best, trying to make Taehyung close his arms. “Come ahahahaon, Tae! You wohon't make it!” Taehyung shrieked with laughter and tried his best to attack Jungkook’s armpits back. “KOHOHOKIE YHAHAHAHAH!” He squeaked out and dug his hands back to Jungkook’s armpits. He scribbled his fingers there, hoping to gain the upper hand. Jungkook squeaked, almost like a dog's toy, when he felt fast scratching on his sensitive skin here. He had to think quick and get his one chance. Using a moment of Taehyung's weakness, he got from below him and twisted them, so he was now topping him. Boy was still facing him, sitting on Taehyung's calves, and his fingers reached his feet as fast as they could, scratching at his toes. Jungkook felt like a winner, now the only thing that could save Taehyung was flopping them around somehow again or reaching Jungkook which in his position would be really hard, at least for Jungkook. “NHAHAHAH WAHAHAIT NOHOT THEHEHERE!” Taehyung screeched and did his best to sit up. He tried sitting up so he could attack Jungkook from behind but it was hard since the tickles made him weaker than usual

“Are you ready to say stop already, Tae? I didn't think it would end so quickly and that you're so weak!” Jungkook teased, amused, not stopping with scratching at Taehyung's toes. “What do you say now, hah?” Taehyung wasn’t ready to give in yet. He used all his strength to sit up and back hug Jungkook. Then he started tickling at Jungkook’s armpits again. Making sure to not miss a spot in Jungkook’s hollows.

Jungkook squeaked with huff at the same time and pressed his arms to the sides, losing it for a while. He fell onto his side while trying to squirm away, but it didn't stop him from reaching to Taehyung's foot. Jungkook grabbed the ankle, like it was his last chance, and started scratching at the sole the most vigorously he could at his state. “TAHEHEHE, GIVE UHAHAHAP!” He screeched. It was weird for Jungkook, and all his body wanted to do was to run away, as he was squirming widly, but at the same time there was something nice about it, being back hugged by his boyfriend and laughing in his arms. Taehyung screeched as well as his foot was being attacked. But he still wasn’t gonna give up that easily. “NEHEHHEHEHEVER!!” He refused still continuing his attack on Jungkook

Teen happily laughed, shaking with his head. “I DIHIHID IT LAHAHAST TIME!” Jungkook answered loudly, squirming like a child. Tickling Taehyung's foot in this position was really uncomfortable, so Jungkook turned around with all the strength he had, pushing at other boy's chest with his feet. Then, the blond hair one wrapped his arm around Taehyung's ankles, vigorously scribbling at his soles with another hand. “Give up!” Taehyung couldn’t hold up anymore and decided to finally give in. “OHOHOKAY OHOHKAY FIHIHINE IHIHI GIHIHIVE UHUHUP!!”He succumbed so the tickling would stop.

Jungkook laughed at him and let his feet go. Then, with the characteristic bunny smile, he threw himself onto Taehyung, pressing his own cheek against another boy's chest, snuggling to his torso. “That was fun! I didn't think you would go for that little though~”Jungkook quietly joked, putting his long, blond hair behind his ear. Taehyung was surprised himself how he lasted only that long. Normally, he would probably end up giving in after five minutes or so, but he just felt more sensitive for some reason. It was like his feet became more sensitive to tickling. “Y-yeah.”

“Y-yeah? You stutter again, are you embarassed that you lost?” Jungkook asked, looking up, at Taehyung. “Come on, don't feel bad. We can always try doing another round if you want.” He jokingly added, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist. Taehyung was a little embarrassed that he lost. But he wanted another shot so he nodded his head, letting Jungkook know what he wanted. “Let’s go for round two!”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “W-wait, what?! Hey, you just asked me to stop, why are you so ready to go all of sudden?” Jungkook asked with a bit raised voice, looking at Taehyung surprised. A thought of confusion hit Taehyung. How was he so energetic already? He did just ask Jungkook to stop tickling him. Maybe he just loved the taste of revenge or something? Taehyung shrugged it off and raised his hands in a clawing motion and smirked. “Ready?”

Jungkook got off of Taehyung, looking at his teasing position with raised eyebrows, making him a little nervous. “Are YOU ready?” Boy asked, quickly thinking about which of Taehyung's spot should he get first and how to get him the way another boy won't be able to do anything. “Oh I’m ready Jungkook~” Taehyung said back to him, also thinking of ways he could tickle Jungkook while the other wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Jungkook quietly sighed with his brows pinched slightly. Then, boy got on Taehyung's calves, starting to massage his thighs in ticklish way really quickly. Jungkook didn't know the best tactic, but tried scratching at the same time the insides of Taehyung's legs. “whA- waHAHAHAIT IHI WAHAHAHAHSNT REAHHAHADY!” Taehyung squealed and immediately leaned over so he could attach himself onto Jungkook from behind. Then scribbled his fingers quickly around the blonde boy’s hollows. He made sure to even knead in there a couple times to really get Jungkook good.

Jungkook laughed at Taehyung's reaction. “You said you're reaHAHADY, TAE!” Boy screeched. Then, thinking quickly, he put his feet onto Taehyung's chest, pushing him a bit away, onto the mattress, so he could peacefully tickle his thighs with squeezes. Taehyung was pushed back by Jungkook’s feet. He couldn’t get up anymore but Jungkook now put himself in a position where Taehyung could attack another spot. “YAH TAHAHAKE THIHHIHIS!” He exclaimed and grabbed Jungkook’s ankles, then started scratching away at Jungkook’s soles.

Jungkook squealed immediately with loud shriek. The feeling hit him hard, and he felt so weak all of sudden, that he even stopped tickling Taehyung's thighs, not able to focus on anything. “WHAHAHAT THE FUHAHAHACK?!” He exclaimed loudly, hiding his face in hands with hysterical laughter. He tried to squirm and get his feet away, returning to squeeze another boy's thighs, but it was much harder for him to do, and weaker.

Taehyung knew he hit the jackpot and tightened his grasp on Jungkook’s ankles. He went to pull Jungkook’s toes back and then tickle the blonde’s feet like that. “Kitchy kitchy coo~!” Taehyung teased, while trying to say that the best he could since his thighs were still weakly being squeezed.

“IT'S MEAHAHAN!” Jungkook whined with laughter, almost wheezing. He wasn't ready to give up though, his pride couldn't let him do it. Boy tried to close his toes and fight by reaching to spot under Taehyung's knees, scratching and squeezing it. “AHH KOHOHOK NOHO-“ Taehyung shrieked and almost let go of Jungkook’s feet. He tried his best to hold onto Jungkook’s soles while still tickling them. Taehyung got an idea and lightly tickled the tops of Jungkook’s toes to see if that would help him.

“STOHOHOP!” Jungkook squealed, but then realised what he said. His whole face got blushed, both from laughing and embarassment. “NOHOHO, I DIDN'T MEAN IT, DON'T STOP—” He said, but then got even more red on his cheeks and ears, not knowing what to do anymore. Taehyung smirked a little, thinking Jungkook may actually be enjoying this. Or he may just be trying to stay in the competition. “Don’t stop? Okay kookie!”

Jungkook hid his face in hands because of embarassment, still laughing loudly. Even though he felt like that, he still wanted to win. Boy sat up and reached Taehyung's sides, scratching and squeezing them, just as his hips. Taehyung let out little cute giggles since his sides weren’t extremely sensitive like other areas were. “Juhhuhust gihihive uhuhup alreahahahady!”

Jungkook shaked his head, moving to scratching Taehyung's inner thighs again, focusing on them mainly. “NO WAY!” He screamed quickly, at the same time desperately trying to get his feet away. Blonde hair boy felt like he was going crazy, so even beside his earlier words, he stopped his hands to grab Taehyung's hands. “OKAY, I GIVE UP, I GIVE UP!” Taehyung smiled like a little kid and celebrated his victory with small fists. “Yay!” He exclaimed happily since he won that round.

Jungkook quickly got his feet away, looking at Taehyung with squinted eyes, while he was panting a little and trying to get his breath to normal. “I can't believe you did that to me...” Boy mumbled, crossing his arms on his chest. “It was mean!” Taehyung chuckled and crossed his arms. “That was mean? Oh I can show you what IS mean if you want me to~” The boy mischievously said and looked at Jungkook.

It was already suspicious just looking at Taehyung and hearing his voice, but Jungkook was too curious to say no. “What do you mean?” He said with still crossed arms, raising his eyebrows a bit. “Well that depends, do you really want me to show you?” Taehyung asked Jungkook just to make sure Jungkook was ok with this. He was tapping his arm while waiting for a response.

Jungkook thought for a while, but then carelessly shrugged with his shoulders. “Okay, go ahead. It's not a problem for me, I can bare with anything.” He said and put his chin up proudly. “Okay if you say so~” Taehyung concluded and pulled out some rope and feathers. “Now I just want to know, are you sure you’re 100% okay with this?” Taehyung asked one more time for consent.

Jungkook slightly opened his mouth and widened his eyes when he saw the ropes and feathers. “I... Why did you get those? For what? And from where?” He asked first, but then nodded with his head, this way answering Taehyung's question. Taehyung got a little concerned for a moment, seeing the look on Jungkook’s face. “I-I got them from my pocket..and sometimes these are used for tickling..”

“I guess but... Why did you get them in the first time... Into your pocket?” Jungkook asked, just out of the pure curiosity, raising his eyebrows at the same time. “I-I don’t know?” Taehyung simply responded and gently started tying Jungkook’s wrists together with the ropes. Not too tight but not too loose so it wouldn’t hurt Jungkook. Then Taehyung picked up a feather. “Ready kookie?“

Jungkook thought for a while before responding. He tried getting his hands away, but when boy couldn't move them even an inch, he raised his eyebrows. Look of Taehyung holding a feather made him a little flustered. “Yeah...? I guess.” He mumbled, not exactly knowing what to do with his hands, just holding them on his own thighs. Boy rested his back against the wall, looking at his boyfriend with a bit of impatience. Taehyung saw the impatience Jungkook was giving him and began. He started by tracing the feather he had on Jungkook’s tummy, making little circles and patterns as he did so. “Tickle tickle tickle~” He whispered in Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook whined quietly, trying to hold his laughter in although some giggles were escaping from between his lips. “No~, don't teahehese me...” He said under his breath with slightly pinched brows, involuntarily sucking his tummy in. “Why not tease you bunny? You’re so adorable! What? Does the teasing make it worse?” Taehyung cooed and moved the feather to Jungkook’s bellybutton, then swirled the feather there.

Jungkook gasped and bit his lower lip with wide smile, clenching his toes and fits. “Why do you ahahask, you know it yoursehehehelf!” He said quickly, feeling like his tongue was tangling and floundering a bit because of feeling overwhelming his senses. “Oh yes I know that kookie~” Taehyung said and took the feather to Jungkook’s hollows. He quickly swiped the feather in each one, alternating from left to right occasionally.

Jungkook huffed with laughter and immediately put his arms down, pressing them to his sides. “No way, it won't happen.” Boy shaked his head, still paying attention to covering his pits. ”Well I suppose I could go for another spot then~” Taehyung said, taking a glance at Jungkook’s feet. Then going over and placing them on his lap.

Jungkook widened with his eyes again and immediately took his feet away and pressed the soles again klthe mattress, covering them, just as his instinct told him. He pressed his lips and looked up at Taehyung with quiet huff. Taehyung was just filled with more determination by Jungkook’s protectiveness. He lunged over to Jungkook and snatched his feet. Then he locked Jungkook’s feet between his thighs and scribbled all twenty fingers on the blonde boy’s soles.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, squealed and huffed with laughter at the same time. Trying to get feet away didn't help him at all, and feeling so helpless made everything even worse. “Nohohoho, Taehyung!” Jungkook screeched, the other's fingers making him want to scream. Boy didn't know what to do with himself, even though he could just buck up his hips and arch his back, turning his body from side to side with loud laughter, giggles and squeals. “No what? Tell me Kookie~” Taehyung taunted and began using his nails to tickle all around Jungkook’s feet. He also went to pull Jungkook’s toes back to make it even more ticklish.

“Tihihickle mehehe! No!” Boy screamed but then whined and shaked his head. Jungkook mumbled something under his breath at Taehyung's taunt. When he was tickled on his torso getting away was much easier than there. Jungkook digged his face into the mattress and blanket, hiding his blushy face with hair falling on it and laughing into the soft material, trying to muffle it a bit. “Oh? You want me to tickle you more? You got it cutie!” Taehyung teased and tickled the tops of Jungkook’s toes. “Tickle tickle tickle kookie! Oh I bet the teasing just makes it so much worse~ Does it? Tell me~”

“NO, YOU—” Jungkook started, but then bursted with laughter. “I HAHAHATE YOU~!” Boy cried with giggles, hiding his face behind tied hands. Although the blonde hair one was saying all the stuff and squirmed a lot, there was something which made him not wanting Taehyung to stop. Taehyung sighed childishly with a small pout. “You don’t actually mean that right?” He asked, showing fake concern and made his fingers go faster.

Jungkook looked at him through his fingers with watery eyes, almost closed because of wide smile. “I DO MEAHAHAN IT!” Blonde hair boy screamed, because of such fast moves not being really able to focus on anything. Taehyung felt something hit him. He didn’t know if Jungkook actually did mean that, or if he just said that because he was overwhelmed. Taehyung stopped and untied Jungkook’s hands. Then he hugged Jungkook and gave him a sad face. “Do you really mean that?”

Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to calm down while panting. He didn't hear Taehyung at first, but then looked up at him. “What? Taehyung, no. I don't really mean it, come on. I was just being playful, I guess, just like you.” He answered quietly and gently palmed another one's cheek. “Did you seriously think I could hate you? Come on, you stupid bear. Don't ever think that... When I'm being mean in your way you need to remember I'm not seriousz ever.” He said with deep breath again, looking into Taehyung's eyes. Taehyung felt better after hearing that. Knowing that Jungkook didn’t hate him made him feel happy. “Thank you Jungkook.” He smiled.

Jungkook lightly nodded with his head and all of sudden pecked Taehyung's lips. After that he rubbed another boy's cheekbone with his thumb. “Hey... Did you enjoy it? I mean... Do you like tickling too?” Jungkook quietly asked, raising his eyebrows. As much as Taehyung liked being tickled, he also did like to tickle others. “Yeah I did enjoy that..plus your laugh is cute kookie.” Taehyung complimented the blonde boy.

“Whatever.” Jungkook jokingly huffed with smile, rolling his eyes. “Do you want to... you know, continue? Or something...” He asked, moving his fingers further, into another one's fluffy, soft hair. When he was thinking about that day, it seemed to be totally crazy. At first he was supposed to go out with a girl who liked him, but it turned out his crush likes him and they're couple. If it wasn't crazy, then Jungkook didn't have an idea what could be. “Continue? Do you want to tickle me again? Or is it something else? Were you perhaps..enjoying the tickly tickles?” Taehyung asked with a little bit of a smirk on his face. He waited for Jungkook to answer patiently.

Jungkook shrugged with his shoulders a bit flustered. “I mean, I asked you... You said you enjoy it so—” He said instead and jokingly, lightly pinched Taehyung's cheek. He had to focus attention on something else. Taehyung's deep, teasing voice had a bigger effect on Jungkook than it should have had. Taehyung took that as a sign that Jungkook was saying yes, so he started poking at Jungkook’s sides while still being in that hug. Jungkook smiled again and burried his face into Taehyung's warm neck. After a while boy slowly wrapped his arms around his neck as well, trying to give another boy more space and let him do whatever he wanted to. Some giggles and chuckles were escaping him, although it was hard for him to keep his arms away, so they flinched every while. Taehyung noticed Jungkook’s struggle to keep his arms away so he took control of that and gently pinned his arms over his head. Then he started kneading at Jungkook’s ribs As Taehyung pinned his arms, Jungkook sighed quietly while laughing. He involuntarily still squirmed from side to side when another boy was tickling his ribs, but it was much easier to handle and just focus on received feeling. “Taehehehe~” Jungkook mumbled with giggles bubbling in his stomach. “That’s my name!” Taehyung exclaimed happily and smiled down at Jungkook. An idea suddenly popped into his head and his smile turned into a mischievous smirk. Taehyung poked at one of Jungkook’s ribs. Then another. All the while counting. “1, 2!” “Oh my gohohohosh, are you kidding mehehe?!” Jungkook squealed, immediately pulling at his arms. “24, I sweahahar!” He shaked with his head. The fact of helplesness was drilling in his mind and it added a little bit of excitement to everything. “Nope, not kidding at all! 4! 5! 6! 7!” Taehyung counted, purposely making it slow for Jungkook. He loved hearing Jungkook’s laugh anyway. It was like music to his ears. “Taehehe, shit, why does it tihihihickle so muhahahach?!” Boy sweared because of a little bit overwhelming feeling and arched his back, trying to get Taehyung's hand away. He didn't know what he wanted already, mind thinking about continueing, but body giving completely different signs. “Maybe because you’re pretty ticklish kookie!” Taehyung reminded him and continued counting Jungkook’s ribs. “8, 9, 10, 11, 12!” “Aish!” Jungkook huffed between laughter and bit his lower lip. “And another half, we know, get over it!” Boy added quickly between another burst of so high-pitched chuckles. Taehyung chuckled and continued his counting all the way up to 24. He was almost done until he decided to mess around. “22, 4, 585, 32752! Jungkook laughed even louder, a bit amused by Taehyung's actions. He was already a bit tired because of all counting, but at the same time he wanted more anyway. “WHAT THE FUHAHAHACK, TAEHEHE?!” He screeched. Boy was already too tired to squirm, so he just snuggled his side to Taehyung's one, just arching his back nad bucking his hips up from time to time. Taehyung pretended like he wasn’t doing anything wrong. “What? Is there something wrong?” He asked pretending to be so clueless. “97, 23, 76, 697, 53176, 68638262!” “HECK YEHEHES?!” Jungkook said with sarcastically questioning tone of voice. “I CAHAHAN'T BELIEVE YOU!” He exclaimed, shaking with his head and took a deeper breath. Taehyung simply smiled and this time, counted correctly, except starting ALL THE WAY from 0. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!” Just as the blonde hair boy imagined all the scenario again, he thought he was close to going crazy. “NONONO, TAEHAHAHYUNG BREAHAHAK!” Jungkook screamed, squirming again with a little bit of hysteria. Taehyung immediately listened to Jungkook and laid his hands off of the blonde boy in less than a second. He unpinned Jungkook so he could breathe. “There there kook, take some deep breaths.” Taehyung comforted him. Jungkook nodded with his head, panting, some quiet giggles still escaping his lips. “That IS really mean.” He admitted, a bit amused though. “I thought I was good at teasing you and being a brat, but...”

Boy added and shaked his head. “You think I did a better job? You did pretty well yourself Jungkook!” Taehyung admitted, while running his hand through his soft hair.

Jungkook nodded again, with little giggles still escaping from his lips. “T-thanks..” He thanked Taehyung and smiled down at himself.

Taehyung hugged Jungkook and rubbed his back gently to get rid of any excess ghost tickles.

”I love you tae.” Jungkook said.

”I love you too kookie.”

#Bts tickle #bts #tickle #switch Taehyung #Switch jungkook

59 notes · View notes

yyxgin · 4 years ago

Text

skeletons & ramen 🎃

-> pairing: lee minho x reader

-> genre: fluff, halloween au, college au

-> words: 3k (prologue included)

-> happy halloween folks !! this is a part of the @districtninewriters halloween collaboration !! check out the prologue and other amazing artists who also participated <3

-> warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking, swearing and i think that is it :’)

“No effin’ way did I spend all this time doing your makeup for you to stay at this party for ten minutes. Get your ass out there and at least talk to someone.”

BamBam’s words replayed in your head as you glanced around the party. It was impressive; you’d give him that. Your best friend was known for the ragers he threw, and his annual Halloween party was no exception. With loud music, expensive decorations ranging from a 12-foot-skeleton on the lawn to fog machines, and costumes required – “and none of that ‘just throwing on a witch’s hat’ either, that shit’s weak” – it won party of the year before it even occurred.

And you didn’t want to come. It wasn’t that you didn’t like his parties. On the contrary, you really enjoyed them. But this year, the party was on Halloween night, which just so happened to be a Saturday. Your first midterm of the semester? Bright and early Monday morning at 8 a.m. sharp.

“You have to come!” BamBam had said when you first mentioned skipping the party. You could already tell he was dangerously close to pulling out his puppy-dog eyes, as you called them, and if he did that, you were a goner.

You sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to, Bam. It’s just that my first midterm is super early Monday morning, and I really, really need to study for it,” you said.

“So study on Sunday!” he argued. “You know I can’t have a party without my best friend there. Not to mention, I’ve already put so much thought into how I would do your makeup for your skeleton costume. Don’t make me have done research in vain. Please?”

That’s how you had ended up at the party. Your plan had initially been to stay for half an hour, but when you went to tell BamBam, he wasn’t having it. That’s when he had dropped the line about how much effort he had put into your makeup, shoving you out of the kitchen and into the lounge.

As you looked around the room, you figured it wouldn’t kill you to talk to someone for a few minutes. But who?

You see a drunk guy from your literature class, Changbin, and his friend that has attended the party in a horse mask for the third year in a row, Jisung, in the corner of the spacious room. You know what, maybe they are not the best people to talk to at this college party.

Your classmate Lia and her friends that dressed up as power rangers are sitting on the sofa with a senior very well known as the friendly guy Chan dressed up as a cowboy, downing shots of tequila and singing loudly at the top of their lungs. You contemplate the choice for a moment, but decide against it when they turn to sing Into the unknown for the thirtieth time tonight, scrunching up your face in pure horror.

Another choice are the party animals Hyunjin and Felix dressed up as peanut butter and jelly, dancing to whatever song comes out of the loud speakers. Yeah, you could never keep up with them.

The last few people in your sight are in a circle, laughing loudly, bottles of beer, soju and various other alcohol secured in their hands. You see your classmates Jeongin and Seungmin in there, but you don’t know any other people there, so you decide to just let them be.

Maybe you have no other choice, then to leave.

“Yah! We’re matching!” you hear a voice from beside you call, looking at the person and frowning in confusion. What on the earth is he talking about?

But then it hits you. The guy has skeleton makeup on his face, an all-black outfit fitting his body and a huge, obnoxious grin on his face. You really are matching, well, apart from the optimistic expression on his face very much different from yours, on the other hand, disgusted from the whole situation.

“Oh. You’re right. My friend BamBam actually did the makeup, so it’s not really my fault, though.” you smirk, watching the boy growing closer to you and inspecting the makeup on your face.

“Looks like him and Han Jisung watched the same youtube tutorial,” he mutters, making you burst out in laughter.

“Jisung? You mean to tell me that the guy who attends in a horse mask every year did your makeup today?” you ask in disbelief, rewarded by his adorable giggle.

“Yeah, well, I told him I wasn’t going to the party, because I didn’t have a costume, so he told me he was just going to turn me into a skeleton to force me to go with him.” he explains.

“Looks like he did a much better job than BamBam did, anyway,” you point out, examining the work on his face. At this point, you’re going to go to Jisung to do your makeup for your cousin’s wedding you’re attending next month, because his skills are really good, to be honest.

“I appreciate the rhinestones on yours, though. A pretty detail,” he laughs, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, BamBam likes finishing touches.” you smile.

You’re kind of getting flustered under his gaze, so you quickly turn to look to the ground in response. The fact that you didn’t even drink tonight wasn’t helping you get loose a tiny bit, your shy side showing right after there was a silence in the conversation.

“Wait, you’re telling me you’re friends with BamBam and we somehow still don’t know each other?” asks the friendly stranger, making you look up at his face again.

“Umm, yeah.” you nod.

“And you know Jisung as well.” he points out.

“Yeah, well, everybody knows Jisung, so…” you say.

“Yeah, but we have so many mutual friends, yet we still don’t know each other… that’s strange. Well, anyways, I’m Minho.” he smiles, putting a hand to you to shake it.

“Nice to meet you, Minho. I’m y/n.” you smile at him and take his hand to shake it. His grip is firm, but not painful, the presence of his skin on yours making you slightly excited.

You were never that good with meeting new people, so to have a stranger introduce themselves to you unprohibited, it felt good. Well, maybe BamBam was right about going to the party. Maybe you’ll even have a new friend after this, and god knows you need some new friends, because you’re certain hanging out with BamBam constantly kind of makes some of your brain cells disappear.

“Wanna get something to drink?” smiles the skeleton boy, on which you nod and follow him back to the kitchen where you’ve come from, seeing that it was now pretty much empty apart from the couple wearing matching costumes of Joker and Harley Quinn making out on the kitchen counter.

You take a bottle of peach soju and see Minho do the same, cringing at the smacking noises and quickly pulling you away from the kitchen by the elbow, rolling his eyes in the process. “Can’t they just leave it for when they come home?”

“I’m so sorry for BamBam, I swear if he has to clean the kitchen counter from sperm again this year, he’s going to seriously lose it-”

"Again?"

“Yeah, people get real wild out here.” you nod and try to erase the flashbacks coming back into your head from seeing your terrified and disgusted best friend cleaning the place with kitchen towels and some Clorox.

“Ew. See? This is why I didn’t even want to come in the first place.” says Minho with a disgusted expression on his face.

“You too?”

“Yeah, I hate parties!” exclaims the boy, throwing his arms in the air to gesture to the packed lounge.

“I know, right? I was actually supposed to be studying at the moment, but BamBam insisted on me coming, so I kinda had to, you know.” you blurb out, taking a sip from the soju in your hand.

“Studying. On a Saturday evening.” he gazes onto you, making you feel kind of stupid for sounding like the biggest nerd in the world. Yeah, you cared about your grades, but you weren’t as crazy as it sounded in the first place.

“Yeah, well, I have a midterm on Monday, so-”

“Oh. I got you.” he nods, licking his lips and taking his first sip of the peach alcohol in his hand, making you just awkwardly stare at his face in the process.

“Well, y/n,” starts Minho as he finishes drinking, “not to sound creepy or something, but do you wanna get out of here? Since we both kind of hate parties and our best friends got what they wanted…” he says, almost looking nervous at his question, making you just shyly nod.

“Yeah, sure.” you agree. You’re pretty sure BamBam won’t notice if you leave now, and if he does, well, you spoke to someone. That means you did what he wanted you to do. He can’t be mad now.

“Okay. I’ll be taking this with me.” laughs Minho as he shows you the half-empty bottle of soju in his hand, making you giggle as you show him yours and nod in response, telling him you’ll be doing the same as the two of you go to the front door. You were wearing your black coat through the whole evening and from the looks of his black leather jacket, it looked like he was too, so there was no reason for the two of you to stay at the party longer and look for your things.

“Let’s go!” you muse, going out of the house with Minho by your side, the chilly breeze and silence hitting you in the face in a weird, but comforting way.

“And where are we even going?” asks Minho, making you stop in your tracks and giggle.

“I don’t know.” you shrug, watching his amused smirk only grow wider.

“Let’s just… walk around for a while, I guess?” you say, receiving a nod from him in return as you start walking side by side in the neighbourhood.

You both keep talking to each other and getting to know each other, learning that Minho is studying dance and not business like most of your mutual friends, and you, do, which is probably why you’d never met before. You manage to make him show you some of his dance moves, both of you slightly tipsy now, giggling at his silly dance in the middle of the street. It was easy, talking to Minho.

“Let’s go trick or treating!” he cheers, making you laugh.

“We’re 21, Minho, nobody will give us any treats.” you say, refusing to get yourself through that kind of embarrassing dumbassery on this wonderful Saturday evening.

“Nobody can see we’re too old for it through this makeup,” pouts Minho, making you laugh even harder. You’re not even sure if it’s the alcohol in your veins that makes everything he says and does so funny to you, but you just know his presence makes you giggle quite a lot.

“They can definetly see, Minho, they’re not dumb.” you say, patting him on his shoulder.

“Hmm,” he pouts, but only for a minute before he manages to change the topic with a sudden information, “I’m in a mood for some ramen.”

“Yeah, same. I haven’t had ramen in so long, dude,” you muse, your mouth already full of saliva only at the thought of the food coming in your sight.

“Let’s have ramen, then,” shrugs Minho and paces quickly in a different direction.

“Yah, where are you going?”

“To the supermarket for some ramen! And then, we’re going to my place and we’re going to eat some ramen.” he explains, not even letting you a moment to disagree with his statement as you jog to catch up with him. Perhaps he notices your alarmed expression on your face, making him quickly reassure you and your noisy thoughts.

“Don’t worry, y/n, I’m not gonna kill you. You can come over, I swear.” he says, but after he sees you still biting on your lower lip in nerves, he stops in his tracks and gazes into your eyes to comfort you.

“Really. You can trust me. We even have mutual friends, remember?” his expression is soft, dreamy, almost, making you instantly relax and nod.

“Okay.” you say, clearly missing what stranger danger means, but you feel like you can trust Minho. Right?

“Okay. Let’s go.” he nods, cheeringly going in the direction of the supermarket again, with you by his side, singing a popular song under his breath in the process.

After an enormous amount of laughter and one argument over which ramen you two should buy, you two finally reach the cashier that looked rather uninterested until she saw you, smiling and giggling under her breath. You place the two packs of ramen onto the counter, waiting for the girl to check you up and give you your delicious food into your hands.

“What a lovely couple you two are.” she smiles at the two of you after reaching out her hands in front of you with the ramen in her hold.

“We are not a couple, actually…” you mumble, feeling quite shy at her comment.

“Oh, but the matching costume…”

“That was a coincidence, really,” you laugh awkwardly, wanting to be finally on your way to Minho’s apartment, when Minho smirks behind you.

“We’re not a couple yet, but you know, perhaps this was all destiny,” he jokes, making you turn around and playfully elbow him in the ribs, a joyful giggle followed by your skeleton companion.

“I’m just joking, chill,” he says, thanking the cashier and taking the ramen into his hands, escaping the supermarket and leading you into his apartment.

The journey there is comfortable, but the atmosphere quickly changes as you reach his place, taking off your shoes to not dirty his, surprisingly, clean apartment, taking off your jacket and looking at Minho standing in the doorway and watching you. “Well, here we are. Welcome.”

“Thanks.” you shyly respond, not really knowing what to do at this point.

“Come on in, don’t just stand there,” scoffs Minho, leading you into the kitchen to cook the ramen with you right after him, watching your every step and looking around in the dark apartment, silently appreciating his choice of interior design.

“Meow!” you hear from the dark room, making you jump.

“Wow!” you jolt out, making Minho turn around to laugh at your shocked face, dropping the packs of ramen to the table and picking up his cat from under it to show it to you.

“Yeah, I kinda forgot to tell you… I have three cats, this is Soonie. Say hello, Soonie,” smiles Minho and takes the cat’s pow into his hand to make it wave to you, finally calming down your racing heart.

“Oh my god, that scared me.” you giggle, petting the cat’s head. “She’s adorable.” you mumble.

“I know, right? You should see your face,” giggles Minho, “and this is Doongie and Dori.” he says pointing at the two cats that were, very much not to your knowledge, following you to the kitchen. You shyly wave at them and mumble a quiet “Hi” to the creatures, watching them take their respectful seats under the table again.

The conversation flows freely right after, the slight scare that Minho’s cats brought you making the atmosphere much less awkward, seating yourself at his kitchen table and watching him take his role in the kitchen and cooking the ramen you’ve just bought, appreciating the way he moves through the room and still manages to keep you entertained in the conversation.

“Here you go.” smiles Minho as he places the plate with the finished food on the table in front of you, a proud grin plastered on his skeleton face.

“Thanks!” you muse, diving right in to the steaming food, slurping and enjoying every single bite of it. You know ramen is not exactly that hard to prepare, but damn did it taste amazing in the late hours of the night, hitting every nerve.

“It tastes so fucking good.” you mumble, your mouth still full of noodles.

“Chef Lee right at your service,” bows Minho, making you giggle.

In the process of eating, though, you feel a rhinestone fall off your face on the table. You frown, examining it, making another one fall down, realising that it was the steam from the ramen that made the eyelash glue BamBam put on your face dissolve and ruin your beautiful makeup.

“Wanna take it off? It’s late and it’s coming off by itself, anyway,” he asks, making you nod without a hesitation, following him into the bathroom without even washing the dishes.

Minho takes some moisturizer and a tissue from his cupboard, making you silently curse yourself for not taking makeup wipes with you and having to turn to this poor alternative, seeing how he carefully applies the cream to the fabric and moves it to your face.

“Can I?” he asks, suddenly, taking you by surprise.

“I mean… sure?”

You take a seat on the bathroom sink, watching his every move as he stands close to you and starts taking your makeup off. The action is quite relaxing as you close your eyes and let him carefully do his work, wondering how you even ended up in here. The moment feels intimate, yet you’ve only known Minho for a few hours, but you feel strangely safe in his presence as he takes care of you. You yawn a little after a few minutes, suddenly sleepy from the relaxing motions of his hand.

“Tired?” he muses, his voice low in the quiet.

You only hum in return, opening your eyes once he’s finished, finding him gazing at you with an unexplainable expression on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing.” he shakes his head and moves further away from your body, “I’ll take mine off and then I can walk you home if you’re feeling sleepy.” he says, making you nod.

Yeah, you feel kind of sad that your night with your new friend is coming to an end, but you can’t stay with him until the morning, right? And it’s getting quite late, anyway. Besides, something inside of you is telling you that this is not the last time you’re meeting the guy you’ve accidentally matched with on BamBam’s halloween party.

So you opt to wait for him in his living room, sitting at the comfortable blue sofa, surrounded by his three cats that take their seats close to you.

You don’t even know when you fall asleep when a handsome face wakes you up from your slumber, whispering into your ear as he gently picks you up from the sofa.

“I’ll let you sleep in my bed tonight. You don’t have to worry, I’ll take the couch.” he smiles when he sees your eyes open and gaze onto his face.

His features look mesmerizing, eye catching, even, without the heavy makeup that managed to hide them quite well. It was hard to make up his face behind the makeup, but when you fianally see it for the first time, you can’t help but find him really pretty. You feel kind of silly for thinking the thought and mentally slap yourself when doing so, but you just can’t stop thinking about how you find him just so beautiful. Maybe it’s the sleep taking over you, who knows?

“Sweet dreams, y/n. I’ll walk you home tomorrow, then.” he whispers into your ear, smiling at you when he drops you onto his bed.

“Sweet dreams, Minho.”

Yeah, it’s silly.

But you definitely fell asleep that night with your new friend on your mind.

Perhaps the matching costumes really were a destiny.

#districtninewriters #kafenetwork #stayverse #stayhavennet #kpopscape #stray kids imagine #stray kids au #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fluff #lee minho imagine #lee minho au #lee minho fanfiction #lee minho fluff #lee know imagine #lee know au #lee know fanfiction #lee know fluff

235 notes · View notes

writer-k-pop · 4 years ago

Text

Whatcha Doin?

이건 전체 과정입니다. It’s a whole process.

Description: Working in a well known dance studio, you’re used to idols filming things. But Seventeen’s Dino is different and you find him rather adorable. Don’t worry, he thinks the same of you. Warnings: None? Genre: Fluff, Idol!Dino x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.5k

Seventeen Masterlist | Masterlists

"Hey, (y/n), do you need anything from the cafe?" Lia walked over with Ben, one of the male staff members. "We're taking a mass order since it's probably going to be a long night."

I diverted my eyes away from the computer screen and puckered my lips, "Mmm. Just an Americano." I said and Ben quickly added my order to the list on his phone.

"You got it." Ben said before he zoomed out of the studio.

"Are you sure you want to stay here?" Lia asked for the second time that night, "You really don't have to."

I shook my head, "It's fine. I want to stay." My words were true. I was always curious about the making of choreographies and that side of the dance world so whenever Lia stayed late, I usually did too, just watching from the sidelines. I dabbled in the dancing side but not the making side. That I could never figure out how to do.

She nodded her head and walked back into the studio where they were setting up, awaiting the arrival of our guests for the night.

Turning back to the computer, I resumed my task of adding new sign ups to their preferred classes. A few minutes later, four boisterous men walked in behind a calm, exhausted older male. They stop at my front desk; the male leading greeting me with a small smile while the other four have wide smiles painted on their face.

"Hi, which studio?" The lead male asked.

"Studio 6." I told him and pointed to the room where Lia had disappeared not too long ago.

"Thank you." He nodded and walked away.

The other four behind him smiled and thanked me but the shortest one kept his eyes on me a few seconds longer than the rest. With a small smirk, I gave him a small nod and he quickly turned around before I could catch the blush fully take over his cheeks.

I lowered my gaze and a rush of 'what did I just do' washed over me. I knew who they were before they even showed up. This filming had been in the schedule for WEEKS. It was Seventeen's Performance Unit filming a dance thing here. Yeah, I knew who they were, and I knew Dino was the one looking at me. So what possessed me to be so bold like that? Well, probably the small ounce of 'fuck it' that comes and goes with the wind. And boy, did it leave after they walked into the studio. Luckily, embarrassment was quick to fill it's spot.

I ruffled my hair to try and ignore the impending tsunami of anxious thoughts before attempting to refocus on my screen.

I had just finished compiling the list of participants for the classes in two days when I noticed someone approaching.

"Hello." I looked up at greeted Dino with a welcoming smile.

"Hey," He said, a bit nervous, then cleared his throat. "Where's the bathroom here?"

I pointed to the hallway behind me, "Down there. It'll be the 3rd door on your left."

Dino smiled in thanks, "Alright, cool. Thanks." He said before shuffling down the hallway.

My head followed him slightly as he walked away and a small laugh bubbled in my chest. There was no denying that he was cute.

"Hey, hey." Minghao rushed up to my desk, "Have you seen Dino?"

With wide eyes, I pointed behind me at the bathrooms. "Bathroom."

Minghao tapped the ledge once before quickly walking off to the bathrooms. Not 1 minute later, he walked back out with Dino in tow.

"I told you, you should've gone before we got here." Minghao scolded the youngest.

"Blah, blah, blah." Dino playfully imitated Minghao.

I covered my mouth with my fist before lowering my head to cover up the laugh I could barely hold back. As I regained control of my composure, Ben struggled through the doors with one too many drink carriers balanced in his arms. I shot around the desk and grabbed a couple carriers full of Americanos so a disaster didn't occur.

"Remind me never to go get drinks alone." Ben joked when he's made it inside.

"I really don't know why you tried it in the first place." I told him as we walked towards the studio to deliver the drinks.

As we passed my desk, I pulled one of the Americanos out and placed it on my desk so I wouldn't forget it later.

"I really thought I could do it." Ben explains, "14 drinks doesn't seem like a lot... But then you think about it." He finishes, his whole body emphasizing the panic he felt when he 'thought' about it.

I giggled, "I think we may need to set a limit for how many you're allowed to carry."

"I will carry as many as my heart desires." Ben puffed out his chest.

I tried to respond with a quip but the music started blasting, effectively drowning and ending our conversation. We waited at the doorway as the four male idols did a soft run through of their routine. I'd watched their practices online before but there was something different about watching them in person. Like something in the air changed. If I thought about it, it almost felt like the air was buzzing with electricity and the only thing I could do was stand there and let the goosebumps take over.

Even though it was only a soft run, Dino made sure to hit all the points with power and nothing about his soft run was soft. It was all done with precision except the motions weren't as big. My head tilted to the side in admiration and I was still staring when the song ended. So zoned out that Ben had to nudge me with his elbow.

I righted myself and began handing out the drinks. With all the drinks handed out, I retreat to my little cove in the front. The sight of my Americano sitting on my desk was a nice surprise considering I had indeed forgot that it was there. I sat in my chair, stabbed the straw into the lid, and casually sipped it while leaning back. I let myself relax for a few minutes before returning back to my unfinished tasks.

Click, click. Drag. Type. Drag. Click. The same boring tasks but the music seeping out of Studio 6 was my accompaniment so I was never really bored.

"MOVE!" Hoshi's screamed, slightly startling me, as he rushed out of the studio, making a beeline for the bathroom. "I HAVE TO PEE!"

I chuckled at him urgency and peered at my phone.

"Hey." Dino announced himself as he approached my desk.

"Hey." I said back, "How's it going in there?"

He shrugged, "Well... I think. We keep changing the choreography and then have to rerecord and it's a whole process."

I giggled, "I bet. The speakers seem to be working over time."

"They can handle it." Dino scoffed playfully, "So what are you doing here this late?" He asks.

"Well, I usually stay..." I trailed off as Hoshi's screams get closer.

"Alright! Let's do this!" Hoshi reached his hands up to the ceiling, "Come on, Dino!"

"Good luck." I said quietly to Dino as he hesitated to walk away but ended up following his leader.

I watched him until he fully disappeared into the studio and even then I stared at the empty door frame a little longer.

"Is there a ghost there?" Ben asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

He stood on the other side of the desk behind me. When I turned to look at him, he was leaning his forearms on the desk with a smug look on his face.

I rolled my eyes at him, "I was just zoning out." I explained.

"Zoning out on a guy you think is cute." Ben countered, his smugness growing.

"Like you haven't thought any of the idols that pass through here weren't cute." I scrunched my nose at him, teasingly.

"I have." Ben admitted, "But you haven't. Until now."

I scoffed out a laugh, "That's not true."

I could tell he wanted to banter more about the topic but a different staff member called for him and he had to answer the call.

After 20 minutes, they called for a break and immediately, Dino reappeared at my desk.

"I realized..." He took a few breaths, still winded from the dancing, "That earlier my question may have seemed... a little crude." I watched in amusement as he continued to catch his breath while simultaneously patting away the beads of sweat. "I was asking out of pure curiosity because when we go to other places, the front desk person usually isn't there."

I pulled out a couple tissues from the box near me and handed them over. He took the tissues with a smile and started ridding his face of the sweat.

"Well, for the record," I told him, "I thought it was pure curiosity. And I like staying late to watch and listen to these filming schedules. It's very interesting to me how it all works." I leaned closer and Dino instinctively does the same, "Plus, it gives me an excuse to come into work late tomorrow."

Dino nodded his head with his mouth slightly agape like I'd just told him the biggest life hack and he's impressed.

"Has anyone seen Dino?" Jun's voice yelled from inside Studio 6 and I laughed as Dino's eyes grew wide.

"Gotta go!" He whispered and dashed back into the studio with the tissues still in his hand.

I chuckled and shook my head. It was cute the way he kept trying to strike up a conversation with me only to be immediately called back in. It was also nice that someone wanted to talk to me that badly. It didn't happen very often. Most idols ignored me when they came to film. Only ever asking me where the bathroom is. The trivial questions.

Another 15 minutes and Dino ran out of the studio, screeching to a halt in front of my desk.

"Don't have much time." He exhaled, "What's your name?"

I was not expecting him to ask that so I paused for a split second before answering him. "Uh, (y/n)."

"(y/n). Pretty." Dino smiled up to his eyes and I only have a moment to put it to memory before he ran back.

I slumped back into my chair, not believing what had just occurred. He'd asked for my name and called it pretty. I pressed my lips together and tried to control the warmth rising to my cheeks.

"Are you, are you BLUSHING?" Ben exclaimed and stopped at my desk. He leaned over close to my face and I instinctively backed away, trying to play innocent.

"No." I covered my cheeks with my hands and pouted.

"BEN!" Lia screamed, "I swear to god if you're not back here in 5 seconds!!" She didn't have to finish the threat as her tone was enough of a threat.

Without another word, Ben rushed away and I bursted into laughter. I guess there was something in the air that day that made men decide to leave their positions and nearly get in trouble for it.

After 30 minutes of scrolling through the emails and listening to Lia bark out instructions over the blaring music, they finally recorded the perfect run through. I knew because the four Seventeen members all yelled in excitement and accomplishment. Also, the staff members in the room applauded their success.

My own smile of pride grew on my face as i listen to the relieved sighs and words of congrats echo through the place. Knowing that I'll be booted out as soon as everyone else is ready (which is freakishly fast), I quickly started to save and log off of the computer. The empty coffee cup went straight into the trash and I doubled checked the computer to make sure it's successfully turned off.

I was picking up my bag when the Seventeen members walked past with their manager. Hoshi and Jun snickered and pushed Dino towards the desk.

"Hey." I said with a smile, "From what I heard, you guys were successful."

Dino nodded, nervous under the watchful eyes of his hyungs. "Took a bit, but we got it."

"I can't wait to watch it when it gets released." I told him.

"Ask her." Minghao whispered to Dino but I could still hear him.

I glanced at the other three and scrunched my eyebrows in slightly confusion.

"Uh, uhm." Dino stuttered and cleared his throat, "If we exchanged numbers, I could send it to you before it's released?" He suggested.

"Is that even allowed?" I questioned, unsure if we'd be breaking any rules by me seeing the video before it's released.

"I can ask whoever I want for their number." Dino said confidently, misunderstanding my question, "It's my phone and my company can't decide who I talk to on my own time."

I pressed my lips together, trying real hard to hold back a laugh because damn, that was cute. His sudden defense to wanting my phone number was quite attractive. Behind Dino, Jun, Hoshi, and Minghao mirrored me but they were unable to keep their laughter in.

It caused Dino to pause and glance around. Then the realization hits him and I saw him mentally face palm himself so hard.

"I'm an idiot." He muttered and I reached into my desk for a notecard.

While Dino still reveled in his embarrassment, I grabbed a pen from the holder near him and quickly wrote down my name and number. Along with my social media user, just because.

"I would love it if you talked to me." I told Dino and handed the note over.

Dino took it in his hands and gave me a small smile of confidence. "I'll text you then."

"Car's here." Their manager called from the door.

"Well, see you around, (y/n)." Dino waved goodbye as they turned to the door.

"See you around Dino." I waved back and my heart fluttered in my chest.

Hoshi clapped Dino on the back and Minghao and Jun give him proud high fives.

"Our maknae!" I heard Hoshi exclaim before the door shuts firmly behind them.

I finished packing up my stuff and made my way around the desk. I waited a few minutes until Lia walked out behind all the other staff members leaving for the night.

"You're all set?" Lia asked, eyeing the bag over my shoulder.

"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow?" I said.

"You don't have to back here until 1." Lia told me and I inwardly scream 'yes1'

But outwardly, I calmly said, "I'll see you then." And then I walked to the front door.

I stepped outside and made it a couple steps before my phone rang with a notification.

It was from an unknown number but the message instantly told me who it was from.

It read, "It's Dino. Hope you get home okay."

#kpop #kpop imagine #seventeen #seventeen imagine #seventeen dino imagine #dino imagine #lee dino imagine #lee dino #dino #seventeen chan #seventeen chan imagine #chan imagine #lee chan #chan #writer-k-pop

85 notes · View notes

puckinghell · 4 years ago

Note

“Don’t you dare touch her” + petey pls?? I need some protective petey in my life

Say no more!

---

You can feel Elias’ gaze on you all the way across the bar.

You’ve not got much experience, being on the receiving end of a patented Elias Pettersson death glare. He saves that look for media and dumb questions mostly, sometimes for Brock or Jake when they say something stupid. But he never uses it on you and it’s unnerving, how much you can feel his eyes burning in the back of your neck.

You’re not really interesting in whatever the guy in front of you is saying. He’s not your type and even if he was the most handsome man in the world, he’s not Elias, which means that you’re not interested.

Unfortunately, because Elias is just a friend. A good friend, but a friend nonetheless, and it would save a lot of your problems if you could just be into this guy in front of you.

He’s got a bit of a sleazy vibe about him, though. His eyes are too sharp, focused on the area somewhere below your shoulders, and when he laughs the sound cuts a little too deep. He’s all rough edges and his eyes are filled with fire: if you stay there too long you’re sure you’re gonna get burned.

All you wanted was to get a drink, but he appeared next to you before the bartender even noticed your presence. And now you’re stuck, because you worry if you blow him off he’s gonna become a lot less friendly. There’s just something about him that makes you feel queasy, and you know to trust your gut instinct when it tells you this.

It makes you feel a bit better, feeling Elias’ eyes burning into the back of your head. Knowing that he’s watching makes you feel less alone: if this guy tries anything, he’ll be there and so is half the Canucks organization, to make him pay.

It turns out you don’t even have to wait on that.

“So, what is your favorite color?” the guy asks, in a flirty tone that makes you think this is the beginning of a pick up line you don’t wanna hear. He reaches out and puts a hand on your arm. It’s innocent enough, nothing too far, but it still makes your spine tingle in the most unpleasant way.

You don’t even really know where Elias comes from.

“Don’t you dare touch her,” his voice sounds, sharp and with a little growl. When you turn around he’s standing right there behind you, and the way he’s glaring at the guy makes you think a little about a lion, stalking its prey.

He sounds deceivingly calm. You can tell he’s mad because you know him better than anyone, but to any outsider he looks fine. His voice is steady and his hands don’t shake. But you notice his tensed jaw and his eyes filled with fire.

This guy is a bit bigger than Elias, but you have absolutely no doubt that Elias would kick his ass if he said one wrong word.

“This your girlfriend?” the guy asks, a little snobby. He doesn’t look too worried, one eyebrow raised as if to taunt Elias. You wanna tell him not to bother: many people have underestimated your best friend before and none of them are proud to tell how that story ended.

You don’t say anything, though, because that’s when Elias’ arm sneaks around your waist and he pulls you into his side.

“Yes,” he lies, convincingly and determined. “And we’re gonna go now.”

The guy doesn’t argue and you barely remember how to speak, so you let him guide you away from the scene. He leads you to the table where the other guys are sitting, his arm quickly falling away from your body, but he doesn’t speak and he doesn’t seem much more relaxed.

When you sit down into the booth he squeezes in next to you. The space is a little too small to be comfortable and he’s pressed against your side shoulder to thigh, but that’s not the part you have trouble with – although it gives you a little trouble breathing normally.

No, what you’re worried about is the fact that the tension in his shoulders hasn’t disappeared, and that he won’t take his eyes off the empty glass in front of him. He seems nervous, unsure, and you hate it because you recognize this for what it is.

This is Elias not telling you something.

Elias has been your best friend for long enough that you know when he’s hiding something from you. You recognize it from all the times he didn’t tell you he was injured because he wanted to keep playing, or he didn’t tell you he hated the guys you dated because he didn’t want to upset you.

You wish, sometimes, that he would talk to you more than he does. It’s not fair, maybe, cause you’re pretty sure he talks to you more than he talks to anyone else, but he still doesn’t tell you everything and that sucks.

Because you tell him everything. Everything, except the teeny tiny detail that you’re absolutely crazy about him.

“Hey,” you carefully bump against his shoulder, choosing the moment where Jake says something stupid so nobody is really paying attention to you. “Do you wanna go home?”

Elias looks up, finally, eyes searching your face because he always tries to guess what you want, before telling you what he wants.

“Sure,” he settles on, and you both say goodbye to the rest of the guys before making your way outside.

You live close enough together that you usually share an Uber back to your place, after which Elias will walks the last two blocks back to his apartment. You always offer to switch it around, but then he tells you he’d rather die than let you walk home alone in the dark, so this time you don’t offer, simply tell the Uber driver your address.

In the back of the taxi, Elias is fidgeting. You can tell he wants to say something - he’d never do it with the driver there, but it’s clear from all the ways he can’t sit still and he keeps glancing over at you.

It’s not surprising, then, that he follows you up to your flat.

“Spit it out,” you tell him, as soon as the front door falls into the lock. You kick off your shoes and walk to the kitchen: a glass of water is exactly what you need.

“Are you mad?” Elias blurts out. As soon as he says it, his cheeks color a bit red, but he stubbornly crosses his arms and leans against your kitchen counter.

“Mad?” you laugh. “Because you saved me from Creepy McCreep? No, Lias, I’m not mad.” You hand him a glass of water and he takes it, emptying it in one gulp.

And maybe it’s the alcohol in your veins, but you decide if you’re ever gonna bring it up it might as well be now.

“Sometimes I wish you’d talk to me more than you do, though. I know something’s up with you, because you’re acting off, but I have no idea what’s going on.”

You turn so you’re facing Elias, but he’s keeping his eyes fixed on the cabinet behind you.

When he doesn’t say anything, you push a little. “Elias. Come on. It’s just me.”

You’re good at that, anyway: pushing him. You feel like there’s so much of himself he hides behind a deadpan expression and quiet voice, but those are the parts of him that you love the most. The ones not everyone gets to see; the ones that make him him.

Elias sighs. “I want…” He stops himself, seems to rack his brain for the words to say.

Like anything he said could be wrong. Like you don’t want everything he wants, or go where he goes. And if he would tell you what he’s scared of, you’re pretty sure you’re scared of that too.

“I’m sorry,” he settles on, finally. “It’s not that I don’t wanna tell you things. I’d tell you all my secrets. It’s just…” He laughs, but there’s no humor there. “I’m pretty good with words, usually, in multiple languages, but with you I just don’t know what to say.”

And that’s not really what you wanted to hear, but you try to hide that from your facial expression. You tell Elias everything: he’s the only one that knows you that way, but you can’t fault him for not feeling the same.

Clearly, he can read you anyway. As he always can, because you’re an open book to him.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that.” His voice is gentle, and he slowly comes a bit closer. “It’s just that I think I might want more from you than you want from me.”

You can’t help but snort at that: you want everything from him, so there’s no way he could want more.

“I don’t think that’s true, Elias.”

He acts like he didn’t hear you, instead steps closer still, until the toes of his sneakers are nearly touching your socked feet.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, “if I ever act jealous or selfish, like tonight. I don’t mean to do that. I guess I just have a hard time sharing you.”

The words hit you, slowly at first and then all at once. By the time you’ve registered them, there’s a tiny smile tugging at Elias’ lips.

“You don’t have to share me,” you blurt out, too honest and too sudden, probably, but you can’t seem to hold it in any longer. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

The smile that was nothing more than a ghost of a smile at first, now spreads across Elias’ face like a light. His hands land on your waist, but the rest of him is not moving.

“I think,” he muses, and his face is filled with amusement, “I’d be less of a jealous dick if I knew you were mine.”

And it’s easy then, to press up on your tiptoes and kiss him, lightly at first and then deeper, with more intent.

When you finally pull away, his smile is broad and only matched by yours.

“There’s no reason for you to be jealous,” you say, and you mean every word of it. “I was already yours, anyway.”

#elias pettersson #last blurb!#blurb #regular blurb

157 notes · View notes

wonywish · 4 years ago

Text

chaeryeong realizing she has a crush on you

a/n: i’m currently working on yeji and lia’s versions, but i’m having a bit of writer’s block. i promise to upload as soon as they’re finished!!

*in beomgyu’s voice* “repeat after me...” LEE CHAERYEONG BESTEST GIRL

if you disagree then the door is right over there 👉🏽 🚪

go ahead... leave bitch

you were a former jyp entertainment trainee and you were one of the best dancers on your team along with the chae sisters and yeji

since you had only been a trainee for a few months, but had already practically perfected your technique, and was constantly being praised by everyone around you, chaeryeong found herself harboring toxic feelings towards you and becoming jealous out of insecurity

not only were you absolutely GORGEOUS (that’s right bitches y’all are gorgeous so stop lying to yourselves) but you were also insanely talented

you were a phenomenal dancer, had beautiful vocals, and your rapping was pretty great as well

the other trainees recognized you as the “ace” female trainee and that hit chaeryeong like a punch to the face

thankfully, chaeyeon quickly recognized her younger sister’s feelings towards you and stopped her before she said or did something she would regret

chaeyeon encouraged her to try her best to become friends with you instead of causing herself to be angry with you over something out of your control

taking her sister’s advice, the little darling shyly asked you to hang out with her after practice one day

and she was ever so glad that she did

after that, you both were almost inseparable and were always there for each other

you were there for each other when you both didn’t make it into twice, and chaeryeong stuck by your side when you finally decided to leave jyp ent. for a different company

and now it was time for you to be there for her once again

it was a few weeks after itzy’s iconic debut and you were sitting on your bed studying for a test while chaeryeong stood at your dresser going through your makeup

you glanced at her every once in a while to see what products she was messing with and eventually your lips curved into a little smile

“you can’t have that lip gloss chaer, i just bought it yesterday!!” you giggled as she turned around with it clasped between her little hands as she made puppy dog eyes at you

once she realized you weren’t going to change your mind she sighed and set it back where she had got it from

things quieted down a bit and you could tell something was bothering her, so you patted the spot next to you on the bed and motioned for her to sit down

“what’s wrong chaer?” you asked

she shook her head, staring down at her hands as they sat in her lap

she insisted that everything was fine and she was just tired from practicing so hard, but you could tell it was much more than that

not wanting to pressure her into opening up, you convinced her to let you do her makeup, thinking that the relaxed atmosphere would make her feel more at ease

after a minute she gently pushed your hands away from her face and looked down at her lap, a few tears falling from her pretty eyes

“yeongie please tell me what’s wrong.” you pleaded, setting a hand on her leg as you tried to comfort her

she wiped a few of her tears away and tried to regulate her breathing again before she looked at you

“why do people have to be so horribly mean?” she asked softly

your heart shattered into a million pieces and it felt as if you had just been shot in the chest

you pulled her closer, caressing her hair ever so softly and gently shushing her as she sobbed into your t-shirt

after a while, she pulled away, allowing you to wipe her tears away with your thumb before holding her pretty face in your hands

“it’s quite silly isn’t it? to let comments from strangers bother me so much.” she said lightly with a little chuckle, trying so hard to convince herself

“well i think that anyone who ever says anything nasty about you is just plain stupid.” you said, realizing once the words left your mouth that they weren’t as impactful as they had sounded in your head

chaeryeong giggled a bit at the sight of seeing you so fired up at the thought of someone saying mean things to her

you stood, going over to your dresser to pick a tube of lip gloss

sitting back down, you opened it, ready to apply it to her lips

“and why is that?” she asked, looking up at you with bright eyes

you started applying the lip gloss as you smiled and made eye contact with her, “because you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.”

suddenly she found herself staring longingly at your soft lips as you stared back at hers

breaking the comfortable silence, you quickly pulled away, screwing the cap back on the lip gloss tube as you smiled nervously

you handed it to her, “i know i said you couldn’t have it, but i’ve changed my mind.”

“are you going soft on me y/l/n?” she said, eyeing you playfully

you rolled your eyes, “no, it’s just that it looks much better on you anyways. it’s hardly a color that would look nice on me.” you stated matter of factly

she grinned, “whatever you say, softie.”

142 notes · View notes

sincerlypadfoot · 4 years ago

Text

Tumbling Downhill (7)

~During the time of transfer Harry from 4 Privet Drive to the borrow everyone is stressed out, especially you, losing Mad eye,everything spirals, but a new curse strikes you and changes your life.

Word Count-3.2K

Send Requests Here

“Master Regulus is in this room?” Kreature asked as I finished explaining to him what was going on. “Master Regulus,” Kreature looked around the room.

“Please tell him we will be together soon,” Regulus said standing behind me. “Tell him that I miss him,”

“Regulus misses you Kreature, terribly, he wants me to tell you that you’ll be together soon,” I paused looking at Regulus then back at Kreature. “Will you help us?”

Kreature didn’t say anything but look at me, then he nodded his head. “Kreature will help, he’d do anything for Master Regulus,”

“We leave in the morning,” Regulus said walking away, he watched him walk to the table and knock down a book, causing Kreature so humm.

“He’s really a ghost now,” Kreature whispered then turned himself, walking out of the room and shutting the door.

“Regulus,” I stood up and looked at Regulus who sat on the table looking at me. “In twenty four hours you’ll be alive,” I smiled walking towards the boy.

“I will be,” We were inches away from each other once again, his hands found their way to mine. “And my hands won’t be cold to touch, they’ll be warm, and free and,” Regulus stopped as I placed my hand on his face.

“What is it about you,” I whispered looking up at the boy. “You’re face will be warm, your eyes will be bright and your smile,” I stopped with a smile, watching Regulus curl his lips.

“You’re really willing to risk your life to save me?” Regulus asked jumping off the table, I backed up a bit, his hands left mine and arched my back, pulling me closer to him.

“I am, because something about you drags me in, and I get to save a life,” My mouth seems dry and I couldn’t look away from Regulus.

“Lia, Kreatures back,” I spun around and looked at Hermione who had a curious look on her face.

“Okay, yeah i’m coming, one second,” Hermione shut the door and I turned back to Regulus who had a frown on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, come on, i’m interested to see who had stolen my locket,” Regulus grabbed my hand and we walked downstairs and saw Kreature standing with Dobby and Mundungus Fletcher who quivered in fear.

“Master Lia,” Dobby said catching my attention. “It’s nice to see you again,”

“It’s nice to see you again too Dobby,” I smiled grabbing his hands, I caught the eye of Mundungus who was being cornered in the room by Ron, Hermione and Harry.

“Where is the real locket Mundungus!” Harry asked pushing the fake locket in his face, I smirked looking at the fake locket, remembering Regulus telling me that he had thought of putting a fake locket and was proud of it.

“Why is it worth something?” Mundungus asked making everything feel disgusted.

“He still has it,” Hermione said.

“No, he just thinks that he hadn’t sold it for enough,” Ron mumbled walking towards Mundungus angry.

I looked down at the newspaper on the table, confused. “Hey guys,” I whispered picking up the paper and looked at Umbridge who had a big grin on her face. “Is this the locket you're looking for?” I asked pointing to Unbridged neck, that swung the locket around.

“Snachers, they took it off of me a couple weeks ago, I didn’t know how valued it was, or,” Mundungus said making me gaw.

“This is just great!” Regulus cried out sitting down on the table, moving plates, Hermione was the only one to notice.

“Did you see that?” She whispered to me looking at where Regulus was sitting.

“What?” I asked playing dumb, I looked at Regulus who wasn't listening to us but his hands where on his face.

“I thought I saw something move, maybe i’m crazy,” Hermione said looking away, Regulus had his attention on me now.

“Maybe, maybe nothing works out in the end,” Regulus whispered shaking his head. “It’s just not meant to happen,”

“Regulus,” I whispered a bit to loud but no one noticed, I walked over to him and grabbed his hand. “Follow me,” I grabbed his hand and walked out of the room, looking back at everyone who was looking at Mundungus but Hermione, I gave her a sly smile then walked out of the room with Regulus.

“We can’t do it, the locket is with that creature, and I just, don’t know,” Regulus cried out in my room, I shut my door and looked at the boy.

“We can do it Regulus, that's the point, they go find the locket well Kreature and I save your life, do you want it?” I asked leaning against my door.

“I don’t want you dying for something like me when you don’t even know anything about me!” Regulus screamed clenching his fists.

“Regulus calm down!” I yelled back walking towards him. “If you don’t wanna be saved then fine, I won’t waste a breath on someone who doesn’t wanna be saved!” I turned around facing the door and taking a breath.

“Lia,” Regulus placed his cold hand on my shoulder. “You don’t mean that,”

“No I don’t” I whispered not turning around, fixating my eyes on the door. I walked forward, tossing the door open and slamming it shut, the hallways were quiet but I knew where I was going.

“Hey,” Harry said standing at the bottom of the stairs. “Have you been crying?” He asked as I walked down and stopped before him.

“Just some personal stuff, what are you guys going to do about the locket?” I asked leaning against the wall, Regulus left my mind.

“Hermione thought about a polyjuice potion, we’re going to leave in the morning, what are you going to be doing?” Harry asked leaning against the wall opposite of me.

“I’m not sure, I might stay here, might go out, everything is complicated right now,” I frowned looking down at my feet.

“Wherever you’ll be going you stay safe alright, I don’t wanna hear on the radio that you died, promise,” Harry said making me look up at him.

“I promise I won’t die Harry,” I smiled, my eye caught Regulus who stood at the top of the stairs, with a frown. “I’ll see you later okay, there's some things I have to do,” I planted a kiss on Harry's cheek then walked up the stairs, before I could get a word out to Regulus he grabbed my hand and pushed me into a room.

“What are you doing?” I asked him as I watched as he rummaged around in the room, looking for something. “Regulus,”

“This, you’ll need this,” I watched as Regulus pulled out a wand and walked over towards me. “It’s my wand, and i’ll need it if you save me, if you still want to,”

I looked at Regulus for a second, unsure of what to say, I just looked at him. “I will,” I whispered leaning against the wall, I placed my hand on my forehead and just closed my eyes.

“Whats wrong? Is it the thing?” Regulus asked, I could feel the cold arm coming off of him and hitting me. “Lia,” his hand was placed on top of mine, taking my hands off my face.

“Nothing Regulus, I just needed to think,” I whispered keeping my eyes closed. “I’m gonna go to bed,” I opened my eyes, we were only inches away from each other.

“In twenty four hours i’ll be alive,” Regulus said with a smile. “And I don’t know how to repay you Lia, cause you could die,”

“I’m going to bed Regulus, we can talk about it in the morning when we leave,” I whispered moving away from Regulus and walking out of his room, I shut the door behind me and apparated to my room, shutting and locking the door. “Locking doors is ussless,” I smiled looking at Regulus who stood infront of me.

“What did I do?” He asked placing his hand in mine again. “Tell me what I did please? He asked leaning his head forward, hitting mine.

“Nothing Regulus, nothing,” His head was cold against mine, actually freezing. “Just, I really think I should go to bed, we have a long day tomorrow, and i’m just not up to the chit chat,”

“Okay, I think you might be right,” Regulus moved his head off mine and moved to lean against my vanity. “We leave in the morning, I guess you’ll need all the sleep you can get,” He placed himself on my dresser, looking over at me.

“Yeah,” I lowly said crawling into my bed and turning to face Regulus. “Twenty four hours,” I whispered causing him to smile.

“And what if you die?” Regulus asked jumping off my dresser, moving himself to the end of my bed.

“I won’t die, Remus needs me and I promised him that I would come back, so, I can’t die for him,” I hummed a rhythm on my fingers. “Tell me about yourself?” I asked moving against the wall and leaving room for Regulus to lay down beside me.

“Well,” Regulus grinned turning his body so we were facing each other, holding his head up with his elbow. “I’m dead if you didn’t know, bit of a nasty shock when I found out,” He joked making me let out a small giggle.

“No Regulus,” I smiled looking at his face. “What were you like alive, in Hogwarts, what did you do for fun?”

“I was in the slug club I guess,” I fell back with a giggle. “Yeah the slug club, cool old me,” Regulus let out a giggle too. “My life wasn’t so interesting, my parents were horrible people, my brother hated me, probably still hates me to this day,” Regulus paused smirking. “Then I died, and now i’m here, with you,”

“Well,” I started saying but yawned. “We have a long and very hard day tomorrow, get some sleep,” I rested my head just inches away from Regulus, we both faced each other, his arms now under the blanket.

“Goodnight Lia,” Regulus yawn as I closed my eyes, I felt his hand fall lightly on my face, moving my hair that tickled my nose. His hand now lightly rested on my face, I knew to enjoy the moment, not knowing how much it would last for.

Soon after Regulus breath became shallow and he had been sleeping, unsure that ghosts could sleep I opened my eyes slowly, my room was completely dark, the only thing lighting the room was the moonlight.

“Can’t sleep?” I turned and looked at Regulus who was laying on his back looking at the roof. “I haven’t slept in nineteen years, tomorrow night i’ll have the best sleep of my life,” He let out a little laugh.

“I can stay up with you, I can’t sleep either,” I let out a low breath falling onto my back and looking up at the roof. “Do you think that everything will ever go back to normal after all this?”

Regulus stayed silent for a moment, so did I, just looking up at the roof doing the same. “I don’t think anything will ever be normal, different, very different for sure but never normal,” He paused keeping me quiet. “All the people going into this war, they’ll never be the same, we’ll never be the same, not a year or ten in the future, this moment will always stay with us,”

I frowned, knowing he was right, everything he had just said was completely right. “I know,” I whispered closing my eyes, feeling myself drift slowly off. “But it’s wise, to do what we’re doing, just,” I paused keeping my eyes closed. “I’ll fight for the people I love,”

I felt Regulus shift, his curly hair and cold face laying on my shoulder. My hands wrapped around his body and my face turning into his chest, the perfect temperature to sleep in.

~(One Long and Almost Sleepless Night Later)

“We’re leaving,” My head shot up from the pillow and I looked at Harry who stood at the door. “I just want to tell you to be safe, and I hope we see eachother again,”

Still half asleep, I stayed silent for a moment, looking at Regulus, who had fallen surprisingly to sleep beside me. “I hope we see eachother again soon, be safe, tell Hermione and Ron that too,”

Harry gave me a slight smile, something in his smile told me his was nervous but confident. “I will,” Harry walked out shutting the door, as the door shut Regulus wrapped his arms around me with a smile.

“Are you ready for today?” He asked looking over me, he had fallen asleep cause he’s eyes were half shut flinching at the light, and he had lines under his eyes from the way he ha been sleeping.

“I though ghosts couldn’t fall asleep?” I asked smiling at the slight of his face my hands went to my eyes rubbing them away.

“I didn’t think so either, you should get ready, the sooner we leave the sooner it’ll all be over,” Regulus flipping out of the bed, running his hands through his hair.

“You’re right,” I followed his tracks standing up, my hair fell from the mess it was in, almost to the middle of my back. “I’m gonna go find kreature let him know we’re leaving soon,”

Regulus nodded and I walked out of the room, it was silent, Harry, Hermione and Ron were gone and KReature was alone somewhere in the huge house we were in.

“Kreature we’re leaving soon, where are you!” I shouted walking along the rooms, finally getting to the end of the hall, the junk room. “Kreature,” I whispered opening the door.

The room was full of Walburgas things, all stacked in here since Sirius hadn’t wanted to get ride of it or felt bad since it was his mom.

“Blood traitor in my house,” I jumped at the voice, looking at the painting of Walburga hung up on the wall. “What do you think your doing,”

“I’ve lived here for seventeen years, don’t act surprised,” I rolled my eyes looking at the disquest on Walburgas face as she looked back at me.

“Yeah seventeen years living with the disappointment of my son, get out of here, get out of here!” She sqreeched, I shut the door in angry turning around to Kreature. “We’re leaving, are you ready?” I asked crossing my arms.

“Kreature is ready, but Master Regulus must be saved,” Kreature grumbled. “I will take you there,” He turned around, walking down the hallway and disappearing down the stairs.

I walked back into my room annoyed, watching Reglus pack things into a bag he had found. “What you doing there?” I asked walking fully into my room and grabbing a sweater from my closet and tossing it on.

“Just packing the bear essentials, just you know, incase anything happens, which i’m sure things will go fine, but you know,” Reglus mumbled on, tossing his wand in the bag.

“Regulus put the bag down and look at me,” I crossed my arms, watching Regulus close up the bag and drop it to the ground, slowly turning to me. “What’s wrong?”

Regulus hand rubbing the back of his head, looking around the room, not making eye contact at all with me. “I don’t want you to die, so you have to promise, if anything goes wrong, you’ll leave and won’t die for me,” He hands met mine, now looking into my eyes.

I stayed silent for a moment, leaning my head forward, letting myself fall on Reglus chest. “I promise,” I whispered closing my eyes.

“Come on then, we should get this over and done with,” Regulus voice went cheerful, picking up my bag from the floor and grabbing my hand. “Where did you say Kreature was?” He asked as we walked out of the room.

“Kreature is ready,” The little house elf walked out of the room that Walburga was in and looked at me, Regulus let go of my hand with a smile, turning to me. “Grab my hand,”

“I’ll follow you there, don’t worry about me,” Regulus planted a kiss on my cheek as I took Kreatures hand. My stomach twisted as were disaperated out of the Black house, for a couple seconds, everything was chaos around me, my feet felt like floating but then landed on the hard ground.

“How was that?” Regulus asked standing infront of me with a smile, I smiled back then faded, looking around the dark place we were in.

“Where are we?” I whispered turning all the way around then making my way back to Regulus and Kreature, still unable to see Regulus.

“In a cave in the middle of Vast lake, come now,” Kreature growed walking forward, I felt nervous but followed him down, Regulus stayed beside me looking around.

“This place makes me sick just being here,” Regulus whispered, I slipped my hand in his as we got to the bottom.

“What now?” I asked looking at Kreature who took a knife out of his pocket.

“Give me your hand, trust me,” I growled, I looked at Regulus who nodded, I placed my left hand out. Kreature gripping my hand, slicing the knife across and smearing my blood, I flinched a bit in pain but trusted Kreature and Regulus.

The entrance opened and we continued walking down, I gripped my hand tight, walking down a chrysalis walkway, mesmerised by the shinning.

Kreature flicking his wrist, causing a light to admit out, lighting up the cave, it was huge, there was a tiny island in the middle of the cave. I watched as Kreature grabbed a rope, handing it to me, I pulled heavily, backing up, Reglus joined, pulling with me, a boat came up the surface.

“So the plan, you distract well I go diving for his body, that is under the lake, is probably guarded by tons of inferies,” I whispered looking into the water as I got into the boat.

“Kreature will charm you with fire, you won’t burn, but they won’t be able to touch you, it won’t last so long so you’ll have to be quick,” Kreature had already thought about the plan in his head.

“Quick,” I whispered looking into the water, not a sight of anything. “Are you guys sure that there are things in this lake, it looks abandoned,” I was about to stick my hand in the water but Regulus grabbed it.

“They come out once you touch the water, so don’t touch it unless you’d like to join me,” He let go of my wrist as we hit shore.

Kreature got off first, followed by me, then Regulus.

“I promise you won’t stink horribly after this,” Kreature cackled touching my skin, the colors of fire admitted all over me, not burning me. “You don’t have much time, we can disapparated as soon as your up,”

I nodded my head, jumping right into the water, Kreature had placed the bubble headed charm over me, I hadn’t even thought of that which I was grateful. Inferies gathered all over, screeching at the touch of me.

I swam around, looking at all the bodies, then seeing the faint black haired boy, I smiled swimming down to him and grabbing his arm, the inferies screeched more but I ignored it, swimming up with Regulus’ body dragging behind me.

The color of red slowly started to wear off, concerning me but I didn’t stop, almost at the top, I took a breath of air as I got up looking around, Regulus was nowhere in sight but Kreature put his hand out, and I grabbed out, disappearing out of here.

#RegulasBlack #Regulas Black #Regulas Black x y/n #Regulas Black x you #Regulas Black x oc #regulus Black x #regulus black x reader

86 notes · View notes

alia-turin · 4 years ago

Text

Finally chapter 5 and finally things starting to move at very fast pace. There will be 3-4 more chapters based on how long they turn out to be. I hope you enjoy this one as is long, but a lot of things happen. Also I think Avallac’h is a bit of a troll. Fic Title: Somewhere in Time (Chapter 5) Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4 Fandom: The Witcher (Aen Elle) Pairing: Caranthir/F/OC Warning: Canon typical violence for this chapter, mention of scars, angst AO3 Link

Caranthir looked at himself in the mirror, one of the few occasions when he actually needed to do it. Eredin’s, or more like Ge’els’ reception, was today celebrating...something. An anniversary or something like that, Caranthir didn’t really care, it didn’t matter either. Ge’els needed that for his little political games and they all had to behave, the occasion was not important, it was about the game. Caranthir knew how the power in Tir na Lia worked, he knew there were still some who doubted Eredin’s rule. Ge’els called that appeasing the nonbelievers, Eredin called it hunting the traitors. It was all the same.

He was dressed for the occasion even if he didn’t really want to be there, black coat the collar and sleeves lined with grey furs, grey belt over his hips and black pants tucked in black cavalry boots, his Red Rider cape hanging over his shoulder. Well, that was the best he could do, no amount of nice clothes could fix his face so there was that. He thought of opening a portal to Aine’s room but he decided against it. He was going to be civilized tonight as much as he could be.

Walking to her room he wondered what was he going to do from now on. No more running on his end, that was clear but then what? He felt he was on an impossible journey where he didn’t want to let her go but the longer he held her, the worse it would become. Avallac’h was right, he was a cage. He grinded his teeth. Every time Avallac’h was right about something it caused him physical pain.

He knocked on her door and did not wait for invitation - he walked in. She was standing in front of the mirror in her room but Caranthir froze in place forgetting what he was going to say or even do. Whoever the servant who picked that dress was he should start treating them better than the rest. Her hair was tied and falling over one shoulder leaving the rest of her skin exposed. The dress his servants had picked was green, somehow complementing her mismatching eyes, thin straps were holding the fabric to her shoulders, but he could see her collarbones and the elegant curve in her neck. The dress itself was simple, wrapping around her body, tight around the waist but running free around her legs, a long slit was starting from her hip all the way to her feet.

She turned to face him but he was still staring. Women in court had never attracted him in any way or form, too polished for his taste, but seeing her like that...then again she was not part of the court and probably that did it for him even dressed like that there was still wilderness around her. Caranthir wanted to go to that reception even less now. All he could think about was throwing her on the bed and tearing the dress from her body.

“You are not talking.” she finally spoke her voice doing nothing to stop his urges.

He made a sign with his hand for her to come closer and with some hesitation she did. He touched the skin on her neck with the tip of his fingers, her body tensing under his hand. There were still traces of the bruises he left on her neck and some on her shoulders and arms. He cast the spell and it all disappeared. She looked down to her arms, her eyes filled with surprise.

“How…”

“Not going to walk you in there looking like a battered horse.” He forced a smile on his lips, he wouldn’t have done that if it was different sort of marks.

He opened a portal and saw her surprise just growing at that. She had probably never seen one of those, the one he opened when he took her, well she was unconscious and then the first one she saw was probably yesterday when he walked in her room, but probably never consciously being through one.

“Not using the main door” she smiled, her eyes shining from the candle lights.

“Never.” her grabbed her hand and stepped through the portal making her follow him.

They found themselves on a grand balcony, no one was looking at them. He was right about no one paying attention to their entrance, she could see maybe few people looking at the portal but then they just continued their conversation.

Aine spent the day thinking about tonight and about the opportunity. She was finally out of the room with the door she couldn’t open and away from the servants that didn’t care about her. She did not harbor any illusions that the people here did, she was just above a slave for them, but she also looked enough of an elf to be able to blend and disappear especially dressed the way she was. She needed a chance when Caranthir was not paying attention. She looked back toward the city, the view from here was very different compared to her window. Different parts of the castle, but as it was a reception room she could assume it had easy access to the entrance.

Caranthir placed a hand on the small of her back and urged her to go inside, she obliged.

“Look at you.'' As soon as they walked in a large man approached them, the tattoos on his face looked like blood and his size was almost twice compared to everyone else in the room. “You brought your little toy.”

Aine froze as she heard him speak. That was the same man who had walked into her home and dragged her by the hair in the woods. His voice had been distorted by the helmet, but now it just hit her, that and the frame...she made a step back despite Caranthir’s hand that was still in her.

“Where is Eredin?” Caranthir seemed to pay no attention at the small panic attack she was having.

“Entertaining his guests with Ge’els.” The man made a sign to the main hall. “I guess you are busy tonight? Not getting drunk with me?”

She hoped Caranthir would say yes, he would just leave her to her own devices and he would go with his...she guessed friend. He shook his head. The other man smiled and walked away grabbing a glass of liquor from one of the servants.

Aine exhaled loudly, her knees feeling weak once her whole body was not ridged with panic anymore.

“Are you okay?” there was no concern in Caranthir’s voice, it sounded more like curiosity. Did he even understand what did just happen? Did he...she took a deep breath and collected herself. Just a couple of hours, hopefully less.

“Yes, I’m sorry it is the portal.” she tried to lie as best as she could, she had no idea if he bought it, his face was blank, nothing she could read on him.

“Come on I need a drink.” he led her inside and grabbed two glasses from a servant, he downed one immediately but passed her the second. He grabbed another one for himself. The servant walk away with an empty tray.

The room was astonishing, by far the largest room she had ever seen, still there were so many people inside colorfully dressed, women wearing fascinating dresses, it was hypnotizing and suffocating at the same time. She absentmindedly looked at the faces, that was probably the best of Tir na Lia and beyond. Everybody who was somebody here to pay homage to their king. She raised the glass to her lips, but she didn’t drink. She wanted to be sober when the opportunity arises. As she did that her eyes stopped at a man. Short for Aen Elle, short dark hair, he was far but she could recognize him.

“What?” Caranthir must have seen the change of expression on her face.

“That’s my father.” she pointed with her chin in the general direction, there were at least three other men in that vicinity. “Short, dark hair, dark blue cape.”

“Ailin Eurig?” Carathir looked surprised. ��Really?” he looked at her father again and then back at her. “I guess I can see some of it. You want to say hi?”

“No!” she almost screamed. “I’d rather stay away.” she probably sounded more desperate than she was, but honestly there was no reason for them to interact. They didn’t split on bad terms, they split on no terms. Her father always had a strange relationship with her varying from warmth to ignoring. It wasn’t bad, never bad, but it was confusing. She had no idea on which day she would be the bastard child and on what days he would look at her as just a child.

“Interesting.” Caranthir looked at her and smiled as if she was supposed to understand their politics. She knew her father had power and resources. She never knew how much, no one cared to explain that to her, why would they? “If only Ge’els knew.”

“If only Ge’els knew what?” a tall lean man with blond-silver hair approached them. If Aine didn’t know better she would call him a king, there was something regal about the way he walked and held himself. His clothes were formal but simple, his gaze sharp as a cat on a hunt.

Caranthir was about to open his mouth but Aine looked at him pleading and he just smiled. “We were talking about art, seems like lord Eurig found a painter who can match your skills.”

“Interesting.” the man narrowed his eyes, she couldn’t decide if he saw through the lie or was truly offended by the art comment. “Are you not going to introduce me?”

“Ge’els, you know everybody here, do I need to introduce you?” Caranthir smiled almost pleasantly, Aine looked confused, not sure what was going on.

“I know where she came from, I know what you have been doing, but…” the man stepped closer and bent forward a bit. “Fascinating mix of human and elven lines. Almost perfect balance...and the eyes, different colors, very human but also elven... You should come to my studio some time.”

“She would not.” Caranthir moved between her and Ge’els, not even realizing what possessed him to do that. Showing he cared was giving the man advantage but at the same time something in him just stung. He knew very well what Ge’els did with most of his models and that was not happening. Not now not ever.

Ge’els smiled, his eyes fixed on Caranthir. He was going to use that against him, not now, he had no reason to do it now, but one day there will be something that Ge’els would want from him and he would use that moment. No more words were exchanged, there was no need for that, Ge’els just walked away to his next victim and Caranthir had to figure out what he could hold over the adviser’s head. A servant passed and he grabbed two glasses but when he looked at Aine her glass was still full from last time. He drank one glass and kept the other.

“Do you dance?” she randomly asked him. That was the first time she probably asked him a question.

“No.” He answered curtly then he realized it was a party and he had brought her here. So far all they had done was being short with with her and drinking. That was not how he wanted to be, but he also felt that everything he might say could scare her even further away from him, if that was even possible. “However, I do that.” he focused on a man who was standing behind Imlerith, seemingly without a reason the man lost his balance and hit Imlerith, his drink spilling over the general. What followed was angry Imlerith and a man who was very afraid.

“Nothing like juvenile behaviour to impress a woman.” Avallac’h’s voice spoke on his left and Caranthir turned making sure he did not get to talk to Aine the same way Ge’els did. Giving one of them advantage was more than enough for a night. “You are one of the greatest mages here and you use your magic for...what?”

Caranthir stared at him. He wasn’t a child anymore, he could use his magic for whatever he wanted. “Maybe you should have tried it with Lara. Maybe juvenile behaviour would have impressed her more than...what? Moonlight walks?”

They looked at each other. They had crossed a line, Avallac’h knew it and Caranthir knew it, but neither of them was going to step back.

“I hear Eredin wants you to take my place.” Avallac’h smiled.

“He should have done it sooner, with all the disappointment you have delivered.” Caranthir had gotten better at that. Years ago he would have lost his temper. Now the whole interaction was burning him from the inside, but he was still in control.

“The only disappointment I ever delivered is you, Caranthir.” Avallac’h face was emotionless but Caranthir saw how pleased he was in his eyes. “Truce?”

“Why are you even talking to me?” Caranthir’s frustration was growing, it wasn’t Avallac’h’s words, he couldn’t care less what his teacher thought. He hated being treated like a child and that was always how it started and ended.

“It is a social event Caranthir, people come to social events to socialize.” again that patronizing tone as if he was a toddler who needs to be scolded. “I heard an interesting story, from one of your servants. Yesterday when you came to my room I really wondered what despaired you so much to come.”

“Can you stay out of my business?” Caranthir raised his voice maybe a bit too much as could of people nearby turned their heads.

“I would, but you made it my business, remember, you asked.” he was right about that, his own internal tournament had pushed him there. “I’m happy for you.” there was no mockery in his voice, not as he said that. “I’m sure you will handle it well.” there came the mockery.

Caranthir wasn’t even angry that Avallac’h was teasing him, he was angry because Avallac’h was right. He couldn’t handle it well, he could turn a dragon into stardust but he could not control his own emotions or feelings.

“At least I won’t be left for a human.” he gave Avallac’h a smile.

“No but...you were left.” at first Caranthir didn’t understand what his teacher was talking about, but then he turned. Aine was gone.

Aine stopped listening to the conversation that was happening between Caranthir and the other man as soon as the navigator turned his back at her. There was her chance she just needed to calmly find her way to the door and from there the main gate and she would be free. Caranthir’s focus was entirely on the man, his whole body language had changed and she knew he was not paying attention to her, it was as if she had stopped existing, which was exactly what she needed.

She made a careful step backwards, wondering if he would notice, but nothing happened. Another one. Nothing happened. Then she turned around and started walking as calmly as she could, without running, but her feet just wanted to move faster and be out of there. She passed a pair of guards but nobody paid attention to her...of course they didn't. She was dressed like all the other guests, who would stop her. By the time she passed the last set of guards before the main gate she was running. It was so close to her freedom, she would be out of this terrible place and terrifying people.

Suddenly she saw a bright light ahead of her and she lost her balance, falling back on the cold ground. A portal with frost edges appeared before her and Caranthir stepped out of it. Her blood froze in her body. She was almost sure he would kill her now. Didn’t matter if she could not have her freedom, death was a good alternative compared to everything else he could do to her. His face did not betray anything, nor anger nor satisfaction, like most of the night he was just unreadable. He leaned forward and grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her up. Aine didn’t make a sound, she knew whatever was coming was neither going to be gentle nor pleasant. She had to accept it.

He turned her around, her arms crossed over her chest, his wrapped around her. In different circumstances his embrace might be even romantic, now she just felt as if he was about to crush her, pulling her close to his body.

“Crafty little spell that allows me to find you anywhere. You think I would take you out of your cage and just hope for the best?” he was leaning forward whispering in her ear, she could sense the warmth of his breath. “Where do you even think you are going?”

“Home!” She tried to free herself but he was way stronger and his grip was too firm.

“Silly girl. Your home is gone. We burned it to stop the humans from hiding so deep in the woods. You have no home.”

“You are lying!” he must be, there was no reason he would be telling the truth. “And even if you are not lying, anywhere is better than here.”

“Are you sure?” his grip around her eased, he turned her around, his hands still holding hers. It was dark but his pale eyes were reflecting whatever little light was in the yard, he was like a wild beast. “Half human half elf mut, alone in the world. How will that work for you? The elves will look down on you, always. Humans will never accept you, you are better than them why should they.” His words hurt but that did not mean they were a lie. There was a reason she lived far away from everybody. Sure at first she did not have a choice, but then she realized that she would never be accepted by any of them. She will always be different.

“So what, I’m supposed to do? Stay here?” she tried to sound confident, but the words had no bite.

“Why not?” he tilted his head as if he was studying something on her and then reached for her face, his fingers brushing her jaw almost loverlike. “I can teach you magic, you can have whatever you want.”

“I want a home. My home.” Honestly that was all she ever wanted, but right now for her it meant anywhere but here. She was scared, he had made it clear he wanted her here, she was denying him that, she couldn’t see herself living a long and happy life past that point.

Nothing happened for a very long moment, his face remained unchanged, she could read nothing on it. “You can go.” he finally said. “The guards won’t bother you.”

Caranthir didn’t want to watch her go so he turned around and walked back to the castle, angry. He could evaporate everyone here just to satisfy the temper. He wasn’t angry with her, she did the most logical thing one could do, saw an opportunity and used it.

He saw a servant carrying a bottle of alcohol and he grabbed it.

His first mistake was that assumed he could ever be happy in that way. His second mistake was listening to Avallac’h. His third mistake was he allowed himself to believe his teacher. In reality Crevan was right, Caranthir was a cage filled with anger, spite and violence, that was him leaving the cage door open and what happened? His bird left. If he had kept it close she would be here now with him. No, if he had kept her here she would have fought him and things would never go his way. At least not the way he wanted them to go.

He found himself back in the main hall and went straight to the balcony, no one was there so he could drink in peace. He leaned against the railing and watched the city. He could sense her, in a moment of reason he had put a curse on himself to be able to feel her. She might go wherever but he would know where she was and what she felt. He drank. The way she looked at him...she never turned her eyes away at his face, she never even said anything about it. Was it fear or she just...didn’t care? He drank. He could see her mismatching eyes looking at him, pleading with him to let her go. Was he that bad? Was he really that terrible that he did not deserve someone who can accept him for what he was? He drank. Probably locking someone in a room for a week was not the way to do it either…

“My lord.” someone spoke behind him and Caranthir turned around. Ailin Eurig was standing there, Aine’s father. He could pick some of the features from his face on hers, elegance of the face, the thin nose, better suited for her face then his. “Forgive me for the bluntness, but I couldn’t fail to notice the woman that was with you tonight.”

Caranthir narrowed his eyes. He knew that was not a social visit, it was a game. He had started the game by accident by bringing her here, but now the game was unfolding. If he was sober or less angry he could probably figure the game sooner, but he wasn’t so he waited.

“She reminded me of someone, someone I have not seen in years.” the man continued after he saw Caranthir will not respond.

“Yes, she is your daughter.” He decided to cut to the chase, he wasn’t in the mood for long pointless conversation, he needed the man to get to the point.

“Fascinating really.” The man seemed amused and Caranthir could feel his anger building once more. “I’m impressed. From my bastard daughter, who left the home rather ungrateful for everything I had provided for her to your bed. Then again humans and their offspring are good for one thing and one thing only. I hope she brings you as much joy as her mother brought me.” It was the words that burned in Caranthir’s mind but also the man’s smile. He did not care what he thought about the humans as a whole, nor about half elves, but that was personal. He didn’t view her as half elf, she was...like him and she completed parts of him that he was missing. If he was sober or less angry he would probably come up with a clever remark, make the man feel small and walk away. He was neither. Also he wished she was in his bed, not even because of lust, he needed to hold her and be held desperately.

Caranthir turned his whole attention to the man, holding the bottle in his left hand he grabbed him by the throat with his right and pushed him toward the railing. Half of the man’s body was hanging outside all Caranthir needed was just a bit more and the man would decorate Eredin’s front courtyard.

“I cannot decide right now if I want to push you down or I want to turn you in a worm and go fishing tomorrow.” the man’s hands gripped around his wrist but Caranthir was drunk and he didn’t think straight. In that moment he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned. Eredin was standing there.

“Whatever that is, you are neither pushing him down, nor you are feeding the fish with him.” Eredin squeezed his shoulder as if knowing Caranthir was past reason at that point, not even because of the man he was about to kill, he just happened to be the last drop in a very full glass. He stepped back letting the man step on the balcony.

“Your majesty!” Ailin was red and gasping. “Outrageous! Your navigator needs to know his place that was unprovoked attacked and he needs to be punished for that.”

“Punished?” Eredin smiled. “My lord, if I have four peasants, I can make myself four lords. If I have four lords, I cannot make even half of Caranthir.” the king stopped letting the words sink in the air. “I think my navigator and I need to have a conversation if you excuse us.”

The man bowed his head and walked away obviously getting the message of who is more replaceable. Carathir wasn’t proud of himself he knew he overreacted over something he usually probably wouldn’t. Or even sober and calm he would have reacted like that again as it was personal. Eredin looked at him, green eyes filled with...disappointment. First Avallac’h, then Aine and now Eredin.

“What was that all about?” the king finally asked after he had subjugated his navigator to his tortuous look for long enough.

“He said something, I took it personally.” he finally responded, he couldn’t believe the shame in his voice.

“Was it personal?” Eredin seemed curious.

He could lie. He could say yes. But it wasn’t. The man said what almost everybody else thought. Humans were below them and half elves had this strange place in their society that no one could truly define, but certainly they were not Aen Elle. It wasn’t like he and Imlerith had never made a joke about that. But it was also personal, the joke was not about them, the humans or them the half elves. It was about someone Caranthir cared about on a level he did not truly understand. He didn’t answer.

“Your arrogance does not need to hear that, but I will say it once.” Eredin leaned forward and grabbed the back of Carantjir’s head pulling him closer, his lips on the navigator’s ear. “You are valuable to me, and I like you. But I’m the king and I have a kingdom to rule and so happens his lordship is one of the richest and most influential people here. Ge’els tells me he is weak, but he has a son who isn’t, you kill the weak worm, we end up in a civil war. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Caranthir nodded, Eredin rarely spelled out things so loud and clear which only enhanced the gravity of the situation. He knew politics was fragile right now. Despite all the power Eredin held, there were people who just needed an excuse to turn the tables. There were those who thought themselves better than him and those who simply didn’t like him. Mages had ruled over Aen Elle for years and now someone else held the crown. Everyone needed an excuse.

“Ge’els will fix things, you get yourself out of Tir na Lia for a few days.” Eredin stepped back, there was fire burning in his eyes. Caranthir knew if Eredin had a choice he wouldn’t care what happened here, but the crown did not give him more freedom, it did the opposite. He nodded again. Ge’els will do his political talk and Caranthir will be out of sight so he does not add salt to the injury. He preferred to be in the mountains anyway, at least until he figured out his other problem.

#caranthir ar feiniel #aen elle #my writing

20 notes · View notes