#but like girl we don’t like each other and we know that…. why would you invite me to your wedding….

[earlysunshines]

we'll be alright, please try again

kim minji x fem!reader ; angst, fluff

synopsis: you and minji break it off, both emotionally and physically, each pushing the other away. but the universe has other plans, bringing you two back to square one as if you were always meant to find your way back to one another.

warnings: sixth member!reader ; arguing ; pining ; reader is canadian for the plot but it's not even that important it's just for a silly tims joke and smth more ; ugh they're so in love get away ; angsty but super fluffy + heavy pining ; a lot in one ; iffy pacing imo ; have fun with this one i rly liked writing this ; wtv else i didnt mention

a/n: guys PLEAAASSSE don’t be scared of the hook and angst tag PLSGIYS i swear it’s sweet… i swear. i was smiling throughout don’t be scared… it’s not THAT bad ANYWAYS i want timmy's so bad rn... un cafe infuse froid a la vanille si vous PLAAAIIT someone send me timbits asap

“i think we should break up.”

minji’s head snaps toward you, eyes wide, an exasperated “what?” escaping her lips.

confusion flashes across her face, and for good reason. everything has been good between you two, really good—no fighting, no tension, just the usual hustle of practice and training. you’ve both always found a way to make it work, to balance everything. so why now? why are you saying this?

you can’t bring yourself to meet her gaze, your eyes focused on some spot on the floor instead, teeth worrying your bottom lip.

“we’re both training so hard,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. “i think we should focus on that for now.”

“but… everything is fine,” she says, a pleading note in her voice. “i don’t get it…”

truth is, you don’t want this—not at all. the idea of breaking up with her makes your chest tighten painfully. but things have gotten tougher lately, the rules stricter, your company’s expectations weighing heavily on you. being with minji would only make things harder down the line, for her and for you. you’d never want to hold her back—not her, not the person you love more than anything.

“i think it’s best for us,” you repeat, though your voice lacks conviction.

minji’s brows knit together, her eyes searching your face. “why do you get to decide this?” she argues, her voice rising slightly. “let’s just… talk it out. we can work through this, can’t we? we always work it out.”

you’ve only been together a few months, but they’ve been some of the best months of your life—of her life too, you know that. both of you are still figuring things out, still finding yourselves in the midst of all this chaos. hell, neither of you are legal adults yet, both being sixteen and clueless. but it’s minji who made you realize you’d never feel this way for anyone else, certainly not a man. she was the first girl who gave you butterflies just by smiling at you, the first whose hand you held with a racing heart, the first whose cheek you kissed, feeling your face flush with warmth.

and there’s that one memory, a core memory that replays in your mind like a favorite song—you can still feel her hands gently holding your face, the way her eyes sparkled with something pure, something deep, right before she leaned in and kissed you. your first kiss, your first everything. she’s your first love, and the thought of letting that go feels like tearing out a piece of yourself. 

tearing yourself away from her would be better for her anyway, that’s what your company insisted anyway.

“please,” minji whispers, and there’s a crack in her voice that breaks you all over again. “don’t do this.”

you swallow hard, your resolve wavering. your chest feels heavy, like you’re carrying a weight you can’t bear. but you press your lips together, fighting the urge to reach out and pull her into your arms, where she belongs.

“it’s… it’s better this way,” you say, even as everything inside you screams the opposite.

minji shakes her head slowly, a tear slipping down her cheek. “it’s not,” she insists, voice breaking. “it’s not better… not for me.”

and you know, deep down, it’s not better for you either.

“minji,” you begin, voice faltering. 

“don’t minji me,” she snaps, eyes fierce and determined. “we’re not breaking up.”

“we have to, don’t you get it?” your voice breaks, tears welling up as you stand in front of the entrance to her dorm, the one she always complained about, the one you’ve come to know so well. “how will we ever debut if we have these worries and burdens in the back of our minds?”

minji pauses, her features softening, but her gaze remains fixed on you. “you think i’m a burden?”

“n-no! no, minji, no.” you shake your head quickly, regretting your words the second they leave your mouth. “it’s not like that… my company’s been on my back, pushing me harder, and they might move me to another one. god, i feel like a pawn in chess or something. look, it’s just… it’s best we focus on our own paths right now.”

minji’s eyes search yours, hurt etched across her face. “we’ve always made time for each other before. what’s different this time? y/n, i love you.”

“we’re sixteen, minji,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “we’re young and… and stupid, and nothing in the future is promised.”

“well, i want you in mine. i would do anything to make sure you’re there in mine, anything.” she insists, her voice trembling, “even if you debut and i don’t, or the other way around—i want you there. i want you there always.” she steps closer, her hands coming up to rest on your shoulders, her touch warm and steady, even as your own resolve begins to crumble. 

her words make your neck tense, your lip quiver. you feel the tears spill over, hot against your skin. minji moves one hand to your cheek, her thumb brushing away the tears, her gaze softening as she whispers, “i love you. i love you when i’m exhausted from practice, i love you when i’m stressed over exams, i love you when we only have a few minutes together… i love you every moment of every day. i can’t… i can’t let you go.”

you shake your head, your breath coming out in short, uneven gasps as you pull away from her touch. minji’s brows knit together, her eyes filled with concern as she watches you crumble, sees you bury your face in your hands. you take a shaky breath, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand.

“i’m sorry, minji,” you choke out, your voice heavy with emotion. “i love you, but we can’t… we can’t do this. i don’t want to talk about it anymore. you don’t need me in your life. i—” your breath hitches, your heart clenching painfully in your chest. you wonder if it’s worth it, if sacrificing what you have with her is really the way to achieve your dreams. “i don’t need you in mine right now,” you finish, your voice cracking, every word cutting through you. “we should focus on our own things.”

minji stares at you, her eyes searching yours, her heart breaking, the words slowly sinking in. a tear slips down her cheek, and she doesn’t bother to wipe it away.

you take a step back, your vision blurred with tears. “i’m sorry, minji… i’m doing this for us—for you.”

you turn away, your chest tight, and as you walk away, the sound of minji’s quiet sobs echoes in your ears, each one tearing at your heart a little more. but you don’t look back. you can’t. not now, not when every step away from her feels like losing a part of yourself.

—

it’s been a year. one long, agonizing year since you last spoke to minji. a year spent fighting the urge to look through the hidden folder on your phone filled with photos of the two of you, each image a reminder of what you lost. you’ve stopped crying every night—first every week, then every month. but the guilt, the sorrow of losing her, the love of your life, still clings to you like a shadow.

you’ve thrown yourself into training, harder than ever. it stopped being about debuting a long time ago; now it’s just a distraction, a way to drown out the ache that never seems to fade. but was it worth it, listening to the company, if the will to keep going feels like it’s slipping through your fingers?

then, one day, they pull you aside. your company tells you you’re being relocated, moved to another company that’s shown interest in you, in your potential. they say you might debut sooner. it sounds like everything you should want, so you agree, packing your bags and letting them shuttle you off to the new dorms, even if a part of you feels numb, disconnected.

when you arrive at the new building, something about it feels familiar. the hallway, the scent in the air, the way the light filters through the windows—it all makes your heart thud in your chest, unease curling in your stomach. memories you tried so hard to bury start to bubble up.

you shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts, and push open the door to your new room. it’s… not much. the walls look a little worn, there’s a fine layer of dust on the shelves, and it’s small—cramped, really. not surprising. you’re still a trainee, after all. you didn’t expect luxury.

inside, two girls turn to look at you, surprised by your sudden entrance. one is shorter, with wavy hair and a bright, warm smile, the other taller and younger-looking, with a curious expression. you manage a small, polite smile in return. 

“hi, they sent me to source–”

“you must be y/n?” the girl with wavy hair interrupts, tilting her head slightly, studying you with interest as you shut the door behind you. “i’m danielle, nice to meet you.” her voice is friendly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“hi, nice to meet you too.” you reply, noticing the slight arch of her brows. your korean is decent, but the accent still lingers, evident enough to catch attention. 

“i’m hyein,” the younger girl chimes in, a grin spreading across her face. “are you from here?”

“n-no, i’m not,” you stammer, a little caught off guard. “you could tell from my accent, huh? i’m still working on my korean. i’m fluent in english though.”

hyein glances at danielle, then back to you. she points at danielle and adds, “danielle speaks english too.”

“you do?” you ask, turning to danielle. she nods.

“yeah,” danielle says, switching to english with an easy smile. “it’s nice to have another english speaker around. two of the other trainees speak it pretty well too.” her accent is thick, australian, and it’s like a tiny piece of familiarity amidst all the change.

a small relief floods through you, just enough to calm the nerves that have been knotting your stomach all day. “oh, that’s… that’s good to know,” you say, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

“yeah,” danielle agrees, and for the first time since you arrived, you feel like maybe, just maybe, this new start won’t be as hard as you thought.

they both help you settle in, and soon you find yourself sharing a bed with hyein. it’s cramped, barely enough space for two, but it’s better than nothing. you’re grateful for their kindness. both of them seem so genuinely sweet, and you quickly learn that danielle is only a year younger than you, while hyein is much younger. she’s practically a child, literally a child, you feel a protective instinct kick in immediately. there’s a sincerity in her wide-eyed curiosity, an innocence that makes you want to look out for her, to make sure nothing ever limits her spirit.

danielle, on the other hand, is a ball of sunshine—radiating warmth and energy that makes the room feel brighter. she’s constantly smiling, her laughter infectious, and even though there’s a hint of tiredness in the way she moves, a slight slump to her shoulders, she’s still so full of life. she talks a lot, her voice light and cheerful as she shoots question after question while getting to know you. it’s hard not to be eased by her easygoing charm. 

as the night wears on, they do their best to lift your spirits, sensing the nerves that still linger just beneath the surface. danielle makes a few silly jokes that make you smile despite yourself, and hyein tries to comfort you with small gestures—a reassuring pat on the arm, a soft-spoken “it’s okay, you’ll get used to it. they must’ve relocated you for a reason!” they can tell you’ve been thrown into this new situation without much warning, and they’re doing their best to make you feel welcome. 

you feel a strange mixture of fear and hope—this whole thing is still so new, so uncertain. it’s unsettling to be here, to have been displaced so suddenly, but at least your new roommates are wonderful. they’re different from the people at your old company, where the atmosphere had been tense, filled with a kind of hostility that always made you feel on edge. here, there’s warmth, a sense of camaraderie you haven’t felt in a long time.

you wonder if this company will be any different. you hope it doesn’t end up ripping you apart like the last one, but for now, you find comfort in the gentle smiles and kind words of danielle and hyein. they make this unfamiliar place feel a little less lonely, a little less scary, and for tonight, that’s enough.

—

danielle shakes you and hyein awake at the crack of dawn, urging you both to get ready for training. it’s a normal routine for them, but for you, it’s the start of something new. you rush through your morning routine—skincare, a light layer of makeup, and clothes you hope are suitable for dancing. you quickly follow the two out, trailing behind as they lead you down a path toward another building, one that you assume is where all the training happens.

inside, they guide you through the hallways until you reach a room. danielle opens the door, and you’re greeted by an empty dance studio. hyein lights up at the sight, a wide grin spreading across her face. “we have some time to warm up before the other three get here,” she says, already jogging inside.

danielle steps in next, and you follow, trying to push down the nerves fluttering in your stomach. you all sit on the floor, stretching your legs, trying to loosen up and prepare for what you know will be hours of hard work. you focus on improving your flexibility, feeling the slight burn in your muscles as you push yourself further. ten minutes pass, and just as you start to feel a little more at ease, there’s a knock at the door.

the three of you turn your heads in unison, watching as the door creaks open and a girl shuffles in, rubbing her eyes like she just woke up. behind her, two more girls enter—the first is a shorter girl who yawns deeply with each step she takes, but the second girl… your heart stops dead in your chest.

kim minji.

kim fucking minji.

she catches your gaze, and both of you freeze. time seems to halt, your eyes locking onto each other in shock. minji looks just as stunned as you feel, her expression mirroring the disbelief you know is written all over your face. you can’t breathe, can’t think—your mind is spinning, and your heart feels like it’s dropped to your stomach.

before you can fully process what’s happening, a voice from the other side of the room snaps you back to reality. “you’re the new girl? nice to meet you! i’m hanni,” the shorter girl says, approaching with a friendly smile.

you force yourself to tear your eyes away from minji, swallowing hard before managing a polite smile in return. “nice to meet you, i’m y/n.”

minji, on the other hand, feels like she’s caught in a dream—or maybe a nightmare. you’re standing right there, in front of her, looking just as beautiful as you did the last time she saw you, minus the tears streaming down your face. she thought she had done pretty well moving on, pushing you aside so far in her mind so that she only thinks of you when she’s not bombarded with coursework or training—so rarely. she can’t move, can’t speak, not until danielle calls her over, breaking her from her trance. she takes a shaky breath and forces herself to join the group, her mind still reeling.

the room feels charged with tension, both of you stealing glances when you think the other isn’t looking, neither daring to say a word. it’s a strange, painful coincidence, running into each other like this. it’s almost as if cupid is playing a cruel joke, aiming to tear your heart to pieces rather than make it flutter.

and the worst part is, you just have to push on with practice like there’s no history between you two. like you don’t have memories stored up in your mind of her laugh, the way her hand fit in yours, or the way she looked at you like you were the only person in the world. both of you are still so young, but you know better than to let your feelings get in the way—not when debuting is on the line.

you take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you introduce yourself to everyone again, making sure to keep your eyes anywhere but on minji. your voice is calm, your smile practiced, and you do your best to pretend that she isn’t standing just a few feet away, close enough for you to hear her breath hitch, close enough that you can almost feel the weight of her stare. 

the room is filled with conversation as the girls introduce themselves back, one by one. you nod, exchange pleasantries, but every word feels heavy, like you’re walking on a tightrope above a pit of old memories and unspoken feelings. you focus on the faces in front of you, the ones you haven’t seen before, trying to absorb their names and voices — hanni, haerin, danielle, hyein, and… — anything to distract from the familiar face you know too well.

then, practice begins, and you force yourself to concentrate on learning the choreography, to commit every move to memory. the beats of the music fill the room, and you step in time, trying to mirror danielle and hanni’s movements. you stretch your arms, pivot your feet, focus on your control, and move across the floor, pretending that your ex-love-of-your-life isn’t right there, just a few steps away. 

you try not to notice minji’s presence, the way her hair falls across her face when she turns, or the way she bites her lip when she’s trying to focus. you do everything you can to ignore the quickening of your heart whenever you hear her voice, sharp and clear, giving feedback to the others. you push down the memories that threaten to surface, the images of stolen kisses and whispered secrets, forcing yourself to focus on the rhythm, the steps, and the music.

but it’s hard to pretend when every glance feels loaded, every second that passes feels like an eternity. you know you’re here for a reason, to work hard, to debut, to make something of yourself, and you can’t let old feelings get in the way of that—not now, not ever. still, as you dance, you feel a pang of something deep in your chest, a longing that no amount of practice can seem to shake. not this time.

—

another year goes by, a year of slowly building bonds with the other girls and learning how to navigate around minji’s presence. the two of you have grown, mature enough to look each other in the eye, exchange a few words when necessary, but never more than that. neither of you dare to willingly interact beyond what's required.

an unspoken agreement hangs between you both: act alright in front of the others, get along enough to avoid raising questions, and move on. it’s all you can do. three hundred and sixty-five days pass, and in that time, you begin to notice more about minji, the side of her that never wavered, the side that’s still so caring towards everyone around her. 

you see her helping hanni with her korean, keeping hyein motivated with endless praises, complimenting danielle on her improvements, and reassuring haerin when worries weigh on her. minji’s always been the caring type, that never changed. neither did her pretty, gummy smile, her soft eyes, the way her eyebrows furrow in concentration—everything about her that once made your heart skip a beat still lingers, still draws your attention.

it stings, realizing your feelings haven’t faded. they’re still there, buried beneath the surface, and you know they’ll remain, how could they not? it’s kim minji you’re dealing with. if you debut together, those feelings will continue to simmer, but you push them down, suppress them, because you’re the one who created the distance between you two. the tension is your fault, and you have to deal with your mistakes.

minji tries not to break, not when she sees you laughing and being carefree with the others, yet stiff and distant around her. she knows she should be angry, and she is, but not enough to hate you. you’re both just young, chasing your dreams, and if that means leaving her behind, minji will accept it. as long as you’re happy, she can let go, because no matter what, she’ll always care about you, always love you in her own quiet way.

her feelings haven’t faded either, and sometimes it shows—when you’re with the others, bringing laughter and light into the room, she remembers the way you once brought that same warmth into her life. but staying stuck in the past won’t help her, and minji knows that. she allows herself a few glances, lets her gaze linger on you when she thinks no one’s looking, before pulling herself back to reality.

there’s always that unspoken tension in the air, the weight of words never said, the feelings both of you try so hard to bury. but somehow, you manage to keep going. you get by, coexisting in the same space, neither of you willing to confront the past, but not quite able to forget it either.

—

two days until debut, and the excitement is electric.

all six of you are buzzing, nerves mixed with joy. after years of grinding, sleepless nights, and moments where the dream seemed too far, you're almost there—right on the cusp of what you've always wanted. the final practice for "attention" wraps up, and you gather in a circle, sharing words of encouragement. the rehearsal went better than any of you could have hoped for, and the anticipation of seeing the music video reactions and stepping on stage for the first time is almost too much to handle.

the energy in the room shifts once practice is over, everyone easing into a more relaxed state. danielle is sprawled out on the floor, leaning against hanni, who's leaning on hyein. haerin sits by the mirror, legs crossed, lost in her thoughts. minji, meanwhile, stands near the mirror on the other side of the room, hands on her hips, staring at her reflection. you're in the center of the room, watching her without even realizing it, your eyes tracing the curve of her back before you finally gather the nerve to approach her.

you tap her shoulder twice, and she turns around, surprise flickering across her face. "y/n?" she says softly.

"hey..." you respond, suddenly shy, your eyes flickering from her chin to her collarbone, avoiding direct eye contact. "can we talk?"

minji hesitates, glancing around the room before nodding. "alright."

you lead her out of the practice room, both of you offering quick excuses as you slip away. the walk down the hallway is quiet, the silence heavy between you. minji waits for you to say something, but you can't seem to find the words until you reach a small window in front of a couch and potted plant. the light streaming in casts a soft glow over the space, and you take a deep breath.

“we’re debuting soon,” you say, the words awkward as they leave your mouth.

“yeah,” she breathes, her gaze following yours out the window.

“it’s been my— our dream for so long,” you continue, voice quiet. “i know things have been... rough between us. and that’s on me. i wanted to apologize.”

you take a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet her eyes, even if just for a moment. “from here on out, i want to mend things between us.”

minji’s eyes widen, and you can see the surprise written all over her face. you can tell she’s about to say something, but you press on before she can interrupt.

“i’m not asking for us to go back to how things were, i know that’s wrong of me to ask, considering i… yeah.” you clarify, gulping and trying to supress a faint blush. “but i want us to be members, to get along. eventually, maybe even friends again. i just want to fix things—at least a little. i know our past was complicated, but if we’re going to debut together, i want there to be less tension. more of... a broken bridge than no bridge at all, you know?”

your words hang in the air, and minji is silent for a few moments, processing. she looks at you with an expression you can’t quite place, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ve said too much. then she speaks, her voice quiet, almost fragile.

“okay,” she says, the word barely escaping her throat. “i want that too.”

relief washes over you, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. a small smile tugs at your lips. “i’m glad. i hope we can talk more, catch up... maybe do something normal again.”

“something normal,” minji echoes, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, but she smiles. it’s a soft, genuine smile, one that makes your heart clench a little.

the two of you stand there, the silence between you now comfortable, not heavy like before. for the first time in what feels like forever, you’re seeing her—really seeing her. minji’s changed. she’s more mature, more thoughtful in her actions, her words. there’s a quiet authority about her now, especially as the eldest. the others look up to her, and honestly, so do you. hell, you’ve always looked up to her. she’s become even more beautiful, the soft evening light highlighting her features, giving her this glow that makes it hard to look at her for too long without feeling something stir inside you.

minji, on the other hand, is taking you in as well, a quiet smile on her lips as she does. there’s something almost poetic about this moment—you two, standing here together, about to debut in the same group. just years ago you two had met by the river, built a friendship and more, then less. regardless of what would have happened to the two of you, you’d end up together again.

to think that there was a whole time where you were both in different buildings, different spaces, hoping the other would make it. now, you’re side by side, part of the same dream, somehow together again. both of you made it.

—

after your first debut stage, adrenaline courses through your veins as the six of you rush backstage, breathless and buzzing. the girls are squealing, jumping around, and you can’t help but grin at them. then, your eyes meet minji’s across the room. her smile is genuine, proud, and it softens something inside you. you mirror her expression, holding her gaze longer than you should, until danielle tackles you with a hug so tight you feel like your ribs might cave in.

“that was amazing!” danielle beams, pulling back just enough to see your face, her eyes sparkling. “i can’t believe we just did that.”

“i know, right?” you respond in english, your body finally beginning to relax. “i’m so... overwhelmed, but in the best way.”

“so many people were cheering for you.” danielle pokes your cheek playfully, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips. “bet it was that wink you pulled off during your ending fairy.”

your face flushes instantly, and you push her away with a groan. “stop! i was nervous! i didn’t know what else to do…”

danielle’s laughter is contagious, and soon hanni joins in, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “smooth wink, miss l/n,” she teases. “you might end up with a lot of fangirls, more than guys i bet.”

you whine, trying to push them both away, before finding refuge by haerin, who’s spaced out in her own world. she blinks at you, a bit startled as you point over to danielle, hanni, and now hyein, who’s joined in, the trio replaying your ending fairy. they giggle like kids, mocking the way you winked and bit the inside of your lip. haerin just sighs in understanding, standing beside you like a silent bodyguard.

minji watches the whole scene unfold from a distance, a small smile tugging at her lips. there’s a warmth in her chest, seeing everyone so carefree and happy after all the hard work. she’s beyond glad that you all made it, that the dream finally came true.

(even if you’re not hers anymore, you’re happy, and that’s more than enough for her. minji is grateful just to know that.)

–

the next month flies by in a blur. your ep is out, there’s promotions, interviews, a few meetings, and just so much. despite the whirlwind, every feeling from every moment sticks with you, vivid and sharp.

each track from your ep gains massive popularity, spreading across the globe with people praising the group left and right. your debut isn’t just a debut—it’s the debut of the year, and suddenly, everyone’s talking about you. you’ve become the new “it” group, with people especially stunned by hyein’s talent at such a young age. the attention is surreal, but what shocks you the most is the way people are talking about you. everywhere you look, there are comments about your visuals, your voice, and the shy praise makes your cheeks burn.

(of course, hanni and danielle never miss the chance to tease you about your ending fairies blowing up online. each one garners thousands of views, and despite the attention, you cringe at every single one.)

but while you’re in the spotlight, so is minji. social media can’t get enough of her, with countless posts gushing over her visuals. people are stunned by how effortlessly beautiful she is, how her voice carries a certain warmth and depth. all the things you’ve always admired about her are now being praised by the world. her popularity is skyrocketing, and it’s no surprise to you. minji has always been stunning, both inside and out, and now everyone else is finally seeing what you’ve known all along.

it’s bittersweet; all the gushing over minji had been your little thing before you messed it all up.

—

minji sits with the rest of the girls in the dorm complex, a new one near hybe. it’s nicer, not as cramped as the old place, and even though she still shares a bed with haerin, she loves it. 

(it’s a queen sized bed instead of a full size, she’s not complaining at all.)

she’s grateful for everything, especially the upgrade from where they used to live. they’re all gathered for dinner, a celebratory meal after their debut, but as the minutes tick by, minji notices something off: you’re not there.

the rest of the girls don’t seem fazed, but minji is. she’s the oldest, the most observant, and it feels strange that a whole member is missing. she waits a few more minutes, but you still haven’t shown up.

“have any of you seen y/n?” minji asks, her voice calm but curious. “i don’t want us to eat without her. we’re a team—it doesn’t feel right.”

hanni tilts her head, looking a bit confused. “she didn’t tell you?”

“tell me what?” minji’s brows furrow slightly.

haerin chimes in. “she went out.”

“what?” minji stands up from the table, the unease settling in her stomach. 

“i told her to stay,” haerin continues, “but she kept saying ‘it’s okay’ and that she’d be back in an hour or something. she seemed pretty eager to get out.”

danielle shrugs, adding casually, “yeah, she told all of us. she didn’t mention it to you?”

minji shakes her head, feeling a small twist in her chest. “no, she didn’t.” the thought of you being out alone, especially during a meal this important, doesn’t sit right with her. you’d left your wallet in haerin’s bag—minji remembers seeing it out of the corner of her eye, a little gray wallet you always carried. she hadn’t thought much of it, assuming you’d all eat together like usual.

“she said she’s not hungry,” hyein chimes in. “she said she snacked too much earlier. don’t worry, she’ll be back.”

minji hesitates, still standing while the others pick up their bowls and begin eating. she knows you too well—you’re the type to lie if it meant sparing someone from worrying about you. and if you were really hungry but said otherwise, it just made her feel worse.

she sits back down but can’t shake the unease gnawing at her. she’s never eaten this fast before, practically gulping down the side dishes and wrapping lettuce around the grilled meat without much thought. she finishes her meal quickly, but it feels empty, and the food doesn’t settle well in her stomach.

after a few bites, she stands again, slipping on a light sweater. “i don’t want y/n to miss out on this food. it’s really good,” she says, her voice light, but her eyes are serious. “i’m going to go look for her, i’ll be back soon.”

before anyone can respond, she’s out the door. she walks quickly, her steps filled with purpose. she knows where you’ll be, and it’s not long before she’s headed to the place she’s almost certain you’ve gone to.

it’s a five-minute walk to the nearest bus stop, a three-minute wait, and a ten-minute bus ride to the area she’s thinking of. the city blurs by as she stares out the window, her thoughts racing. another few minutes pass as she speedwalks from the bus stop, her legs carrying her to the familiar bench by the river, the one with the view of the bridge that glows softly in the evening light.

she remembers the first time she met you here, how you both talked for hours, the breeze gently blowing through the trees. it’s quiet now, the water rippling softly under the dimming sky, and there you are, sitting alone on the bench, looking out at the water.

(“hi, is anyone sitting here?” minji asks, her voice lighter than it is now. 

she’s fifteen, fresh from a rare break in her training. she holds a small bag of honey chips in one hand and convenience store gimbap in the other—nowhere near as good as her mom’s, but enough to fill her up. her usual bench is taken, though, and she spots you sitting there. no big deal, she thinks, she’ll just sit on the other side.

you glance up, still chewing, and your eyes widen at the sight of her. “o-oh, no! here, sitting, um, no one. you can—uh—” you fumble for the words, trying to string them together. “alone, i am. with me, no one.”

minji smiles at you, easily picking up on your accent, the way you stumble through the grammar. a foreigner, she thinks. she gives you a thumbs up and takes a seat next to you, setting her bag of chips between the two of you.

you blink at her, caught off guard by how effortlessly she seems to glow. before you can say anything, she catches you staring, and offers you a chip. “want one?” she asks, holding the bag out.

“it’s okay, food, i have.” you respond, shaking your head, but she giggles softly.

“i have food,” minji gently corrects you, repeating the sentence with a small smile.

you mumble an embarrassed, “oh,” before adding shyly, “yeah, i have food.”

“your korean is really good,” minji compliments you, her tone warm. “it’s just your grammar and formality. but it’s not a big deal if we’re the same age. how old are you?”

you pause, taking a second to process her words, then respond, “fifteen. i’m fifteen.”

minji’s face lights up, her eyes crinkling with her bright smile, and you find yourself mirroring her expression. “me too!”

“really?” you say in english, then quickly switch back, clearing your throat. “really?”

minji nods, understanding your little slip, and switches to english herself. “you speak english?”

your eyes widen slightly in relief. “you speak english too?”

“i learned some here in korea,” she explains, her voice soothing and calm. “i also studied in canada for a while.”

“no way! i’m from canada.” 

“really?” minji’s eyes sparkle with interest.

“yeah,” you grin, glancing out at the bridge in front of you, the soft glow of the evening lights reflecting off the water. “i’d kill for some timbits right now… i wish korea had them.”

“i get that, they were my favorites when i studied there. cheap and good.” minji chuckles softly before asking, “why are you in korea? are you studying abroad?”

your smile falters for a second, and you hesitate before answering. “well, i want to be an idol. it’s… kind of stupid. i came here alone after making it through the audition and getting scouted, but i barely know the language. i just really want to be an idol—it’s my dream.”

“it’s not stupid at all.” minji leans in a little closer, her eyes locking on yours, the sincerity in her gaze catching you off guard. “i want to be one too. i’m a trainee.”

“really?” your surprise is evident in your voice. “that makes two of us.”

“i guess it does,” minji agrees, holding the bag of chips out to you again. “i’m minji, kim minji.”

“that’s a nice name,” you say, accepting the chip this time, plopping it into your mouth. “i’m y/n, l/n y/n.”

minji grins, her eyes soft as she says, “even nicer name.” the compliment catches you off guard, and you can’t help but giggle at her words.)

you notice someone sit down next to you, catching minji’s presence in your peripheral. her voice, now deeper and more grounded than that first time you met her, cuts through the silence.

“i hope this seat isn’t taken.”

your muscles relax as you scoot over to make room for her. “it’s not.” you keep your eyes on her as she settles in beside you, looking out at the familiar view. the glasses perched on her nose somehow make her even more striking, drawing out the natural allure she’s always had. you can’t help but let your gaze linger on her profile, tracing the soft lines of her face. 

before you lose yourself entirely, she breaks the silence. “you weren’t at dinner.”

“i wasn’t hungry.” you lie easily, turning back to the bridge.

minji gives you a side glance, clearly unconvinced. “right.”

“i just needed some space.” the truth slips out this time, your voice quieter. you can feel her gaze shift, now fixed on you. “how did you know i’d be here?” you ask, still staring ahead, avoiding her eyes.

“some things don’t change, y/n.” she says simply, leaning back into the bench. “i had a hunch.”

you stay quiet, the wind brushing past you both. the bench holds too much history for either of you to ignore. the same spot, years later.

(“you’re here again.” it had only been a week since your first meeting. minji had found you on the bench at nine at night, munching on fruit snacks. “thinking of timbits?”

you laughed, patting the seat next to you. “maybe.”

minji smiled as she sat down, and you handed her a piece of dried fruit without a second thought. “was it a coincidence that we ran into each other again?” she asked, sounding curious.

“maybe i’m just lucky,” you said playfully, “lucky to have run into you again.”

“lucky to run into me?” she raised an eyebrow.

“you’re the only person i can talk to like this,” you admitted. “i was hoping i’d see you again, kim minji.”

“i was kind of hoping the same, l/n y/n.”

“is that so?” you grinned, scooting closer. 

“maybe.”

the two of you spent the next hour talking, shoulders nearly touching, laughter filling the space between you. the fruit snacks were long gone, but you stayed, sharing stories about trainee life and the little struggles of the week. it felt easy, natural, like you’d known each other for years.

when your phone buzzed with a notification, your face fell, and minji’s mirrored yours.

“you have to go?” her voice held a tinge of disappointment.

“yeah,” you sighed, “but let’s meet again, okay? can i get your kakao?”

“of course!” minji had jumped at the chance, quickly giving you her contact. “can we meet again next week? i’m happy i’ve made a friend like you.”

“me too,” you had said softly, “you’re like a savior. my korean is so bad…”

“i’ll help you with that,” she’d laughed, “but our time is limited.”

you hugged her then, surprising her with the closeness. she caught the faint scent of lavender on you and hesitated for only a moment before hugging you back tightly. you mumbled a quiet “thanks,” your lips brushing against her hair near her ear, making her shiver slightly.

“for what?” she had asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“doesn’t matter.”)

you feel minji looking at you now, and in the corner of your eye, you see her scoot a little closer, her shoulder brushing against yours. it’s subtle, but the warmth from years ago flickers to life again in your chest.

“your korean is really good now,” she says after a pause, her voice soft. “especially since the first time we met.”

“i’d hope so, after three years.” you smile to yourself, trying to lighten the moment.

minji doesn’t laugh, though. instead, she turns to face you, her expression unreadable. “i was worried, you know?” she says quietly. “why did you tell everyone but me that you were leaving?”

you turn to meet her gaze, lips parting as you exhale softly. her eyes are as warm and familiar as ever. “i knew you’d make me go back inside.”

“i wouldn’t.”

“yes, you would.”

“i’d just go outside with you, y/n.”

her words settle between you, and you feel the weight of them in your chest. she’s always been too kind, too caring, even more now than when you first met. she’s still minji, but somehow better, different in ways that make you feel like you’re stuck in place, the same selfish version of yourself.

“oh.”

there’s no warning when your eyes start to sting, a subtle burn building until you feel the tears pooling. you turn away quickly, hoping to hide it before it gets worse.

“do you hate me?” your voice comes out barely above a whisper, but shaky enough to betray you. “i wouldn’t blame you.”

minji’s brows furrow. “do i what?”

“hate me.” 

she pauses, studying you closely. her eyes trace the way your hands fidget restlessly in your lap—something she’s seen you do countless times before. you’ve always done it when you were anxious, whether it was before a monthly evaluation, or when you had something on your mind that you wouldn’t share with her. she notices how your teeth press into your lower lip, your foot bouncing slightly, a nervous habit she’s memorized over the years.

“y/n,” she says softly, scooting even closer until her side presses into yours. her arm wraps around your shoulders, gently pulling you into her. she holds you like she always has, her thumb brushing lightly over your arm in slow, comforting strokes. “i could never hate you.”

“i dumped you without a word,” you mutter bitterly, the words heavy on your tongue. “and then i got moved to your company, and you had to act like you were fine with me being there.”

minji stays quiet, letting you continue.

“you don’t have to pretend. i know i made it hard for you.”

“i’m not pretending,” she says, turning to look at you again. “you debuted, y/n, and that’s all i ever wanted for you. it’s your dream. you gave up so much to make it happen.” her voice softens even more, her gaze steady on you. “all i have is admiration for you. even if we’re… not together anymore, all i’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy.”

her words only make the tears spill faster, flowing freely down your cheeks as you tremble beside her. the warmth of her touch is familiar, and it brings back memories of when you were sixteen, when she’d comfort you in moments just like this, when everything felt overwhelming.

“minji, i’m sorry,” you manage to choke out, your voice cracking with the weight of it all.

“it’s okay,” she whispers, her hand still rubbing soothing circles into your shoulder.

you hate how vulnerable you feel, especially in front of her. you’ve held it together for so long, keeping your emotions locked down since the breakup, since the whirlwind of your debut. but now, sitting here next to her, it feels impossible to keep pretending. the tears keep coming, and you sniffle quietly, wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand.

even though her arm is still around you, and part of you craves that comfort, you can’t help but feel like you don’t deserve it. the guilt presses down on you, and you gently take her hand, holding it for a brief moment to savor the warmth before carefully removing her arm from around your shoulders. you don’t meet her gaze as you do it, but minji seems to understand, not saying a word.

“you haven’t eaten yet, have you?” she asks after a beat, her voice still soft but with a hint of concern.

“i’m not that hungry,” you reply, forcing yourself to focus on anything but the heaviness in your chest.

“not even for gummy snacks?” she teases, tilting her head slightly as she watches you.

her playful tone pulls a small smile from your lips. “maybe for those…”

—

the next few months go quite normally, though it took you a bit to fully open up to minji.

you're timid and reserved, but there’s a new warmth in the way you interact with minji. the tension that kept you two apart starts to fade during the activities that come with your debut. livestreams, music video shoots, and photoshoots become regular parts of your routine, each one pulling you and minji closer.

during livestreams, you and minji share laughter, trading playful jabs as you engage with the fans. the cameras capture genuine smiles that hint at the friendship creeping up to the surface. music video filming offers another chance for you two to joke around, using humor to ease the nerves that come with performing in front of the crew. 

you find comfort in those moments, the way your shoulders brush together as you wait. a cozy blanket drapes over the two of you, forcing you into close proximity. in those quiet moments, laughter spills from your lips, light and infectious, often unnoticed by the cameras. the bond between you deepens as you exchange jokes, the sound of your shared amusement weaving a thread of connection that feels both familiar and new.

photoshoots also lead to accidental closeness. whether it’s posing back-to-back or sharing a prop—or something much more heart-racing like minji putting her arm around you or your head ending up on her shoulder—you two frequently end up right next to each other, considering the fact that you two are the oldest of the bunch, and a popular duo. the laughter comes easily, her smile draws you in without fail, and soon you’re both cracking a bunch more jokes to distract from the awkwardness of the camera lenses. there was a stiffness in the curtain that separated you both, and as soon as it begins to fall the lingering chemistry starts to peek through again.

as time passes, the bond you share with minji deepens as well as with the other members. the lingering feelings you both carry remain tucked away, hidden in the trenches of your hearts and overshadowed by the growing friendship. you find some type of comfort in this new ‘normal.’ to be completely true to yourself, you’re just grateful for the connection that remind you both of the comfort you once shared. 

(for the most part, it stings sometimes, mostly late at night.)

dinner and practice felt natural again too, as easy as brushing your teeth or opening the blinds in the morning. being around minji no longer held that awkward tension; instead, it was a comfort, familiar and warm. the only thing that lingered was your admiration for her, something small that colored your interactions. 

(there were more nights that stung.)

at practice you’d see her greeting everyone with your favorite smile of hers, eyes crinkly and gums showing. she’d smile at you sweetly, maybe even sweeter than how she smiles at the others (but you could be delusional) then head on over to one corner to stretch. 

even the others would notice this, catching you while you’re stretching, hand on one foot reaching for it as you stare at minji through the mirror.

minji is sweaty, lifting her shirt a bit to wipe remnants of the rigorous choreo and giving you a peek of her abdomen. when she brings her shirt back down, your eyes go back to her face. she’s stunning, even after all that exercise and tiring movement. her hair sticks to her a bit, and she just looks so—

hanni pushes you over subtly, making you fall over and let out a weird noise that only she catches. you give her a glare and get up.

“you’re so annoying.”

“someone’s daydreaming a lot these days.” hanni’s right, you’ve been doing that far too often.

“just got a lot on my mind.”

“you’re always staring at minji.” hanni snickers, looking over at the oldest member. “bunnies have even caught you in the youtube videos.”

“they have?”

hanni laughs, helping you up on your feet. “people are calling you guys ‘parentz’ online.”

“w-what?”

“it’s kind of cute,” she grins, “it’s actually hilarious. dani and i were laughing at some clips last night.”

you scoff in response, nudging her with your shoulder and snickering after. minji catches the interaction from afar, eyes narrowing just barely when hanni pushes you again with a little more force, and eyes narrowing just a bit more when you push her back again and laugh.

—

minji hasn’t felt like herself lately, it’s been more than a week. there’s something about you that keeps her attention, especially now that you look stunning for the comeback. in the photoshoots and music video recordings for “super shy” and “new jeans,” you radiated beauty, and minji often tried to look away, but your adorable hairstyle was impossible to resist. she found herself playing with your hair whenever hyein, danielle, or haerin joined in, but only when they distracted you. she wouldn’t dare being the first to do so.

as you began shooting for the full album—not even music video shooting or for the photobooks, just in the booth recording the actual songs—minji was pulled in like sand drawn back into the ocean. she caught sight of you just before her turn to record, attempting to sneak up and surprise you, but you surprised her instead. walking out of the studio, you wore no makeup, your hair was clipped up messily, and a snug t-shirt and sweatpants hugged your form perfectly. 

(her eyes stayed on the curve of your torso for a little longer than she’d like to admit.)

minji froze for a moment, taking in how unraveled you looked; she was mesmerized.

“i didn’t think you’d be here early,” you said, your smile breaking her trance. 

minji felt her stomach twist.

“wanted to surprise you,” she replied, earning a bigger smile in return. “you sound good.” she added, biting back the urge to tell you how good you looked.

“did i? ugh, i don’t know; i think i can do better. i’ll work on adjustments tomorrow.” you sighed, a familiar hint of perfectionism creeping into your voice. minji had always found it strange how you saw flaws in everything you did, despite your talents. you’ve always been like that even when you were fifteen, sixteen, and during the time you two were trainees together. “i bet you’ll do lovely, though.” you add, shaking the topic of you off.

“you think too highly of me,” minji chuckled, shaking her head. “my range is kind of iffy.”

“your voice suits anything, minji. i like how deep it is. it’s nice to the ears, really soothing.” you shrugged, glancing at the cap she wore—a dark gray with pink lettering. a small smirk tugged at your lips, almost imperceptible, but minji noticed. you pinched the brim, lifting it slightly to reveal more of her face before turning it backward and letting it sit like that on her head, a few strands of hair poking out from under to cover her eyes.

“is this new?” you ask, your surprise evident. you move the hair away from her eyes and minji swears she feels her legs wobble.

“um,” minji stammered, caught off guard and blushing slightly. “yeah.”

“it’s cute,” you mumble softly. “fits you well. i’ll see you later? what do you want for dinner? i’m cooking for us tonight.”

“uh, i, um. anything the members want—ask hyein.”

“okay.” you smiled again, walking past her but pausing to give her shoulder a gentle pat. 

minji felt a rush of warmth from the brief contact, and as she stepped into the recording booth, she struggled to shake off the memory of your interaction. her mind lingered on your words and the way you looked at her, causing her to falter. the producer raised an eyebrow at her distraction, but once she shook it off, she found her rhythm, pouring her heart into the song.

—

if seeing you just after recording made her lose her balance, then just seeing you in every concept for the new album had completely swept her off her feet. 

for “cool with you,” the stylists had dressed the members similarly, all with flowy white outfits. however, each members look was different. everyone looked amazing, but the stylist seemed to pay a lot of attention to you—at least in minji’s eyes— because they did you great.

your makeup wasn’t all that strong, just simple eyeshadow, light blush, and faint lip product. still, you looked ethereal. it seemed like you had jumped out of a fairytale movie, even the cameras for the “behind-the-scenes” recording had caught her staring.

minji laughs awkwardly after catching the camera in her peripheral, smiling to hide how flustered she is.

“y/n looks very pretty, doesn’t she?” minji says, “everyone does. i think the concept suits everyone well.”

the camera is still on her, she starts talking about how she feels about the shoot and the album. then minji feels someone creep up from behind, putting both hands on her shoulders and making her jump up. she turns her head slightly to meet some of your features, your gaze on the camera in front of you gives minji a good look at the side of your face.

“hi everyone!” you wave to the camera, then turn to your left, meeting minji. “hi minji.” you say softly, almost adoringly—minji might be a little insane for thinking there’s even a hint of adoration in your tone.

“hi y/n.” 

“i like how they styled you,” you admit, “doesn’t she look wonderful?” you run your fingers through the hair falling down her shoulders. “your hair is so soft… ah, i love the accessories in your hair.”

minji tries her best to keep her cool, especially with the camera focused on both of you. you’re reaching out, playing with her clothes or gently tugging on strands of her hair. your fingers trace the edges of her accessories, and then, almost absentmindedly, you start to toy with her hands, admiring her nails like they’re the most fascinating thing in the world and boasting about it to your fans. at one point, your gaze locks with hers, and minji feels herself freeze for a second. your eyes are intense, filled with a warmth she can’t quite describe, something familiar and it makes her heart race. embarrassed, she laughs it off, looking away as though your compliments are nothing.

minji tries to return the favor, hoping to give you even a fraction of the feeling you’ve stirred in her. her knuckles brush lightly against your jaw, sending a soft tingle up your spine as she points out your earrings to the camera. her touch is brief, but intimate enough to make you hold your breath. then, without warning, you feel her fingers gently poking into your scalp, carefully lifting a section of your hair to admire its style. you don’t expect the sudden closeness, and your lips part slightly as heat rises to your cheeks. 

she catches the change in your expression and feels a little proud, her own heart fluttering at the sight of your blush.

“i was just telling ‘bunnies’ about your look for today. i think it’s really beautiful.”

“do you?”

“mhm,” she nods, “i bet you’ll look wonderful during the choreography too. i’m excited to see the monitoring.”

“haha,” you chuckle awkwardly, “thanks.”

the staff stops recording and shoots a thumbs up to you two, which lifts a weight of your shoulders.

you two don’t share a word for a moment. you can’t really look at her for some reason, and neither can she, but thankfully hyein joins in and starts admiring the both of you.

—

day two of shooting is simply hours of posing for the photobooth. you’re set up for group shots, then some solos.

as you’re doing your solo’s, danielle pops up from behind the camera and starts throwing compliments at you. 

“pretty girl~” she teases, “ooh la la~”

your stone-faced expression is replaced with amusement after the shoot ends. you let out the laughs you’ve been holding, getting up to teasingly hold onto danielle and then push her back. 

“you’re so annoying,” you joke, walking away from her. “you’re so lucky i was close to finishing the shoot, i wouldn’t have been able to go on after.”

“sorry y/n-ie.” she apologizes, “i couldn’t help it.”

you roll your eyes, catching the camera that’s recording the interaction and giving it a dumbfounded look. you pout playfully before danielle jumps to your side and smiles as she hangs onto your arm, both of you giggling like idiots.

minji, who’s watching from afar, accidentally frowns. hanni notices this, considering minji is supposed to be taking a picture of her so she can update on ‘phoning.’

“what’s with the sad face?”

“what?” minji focuses on hanni again instead of the scene going on behind the younger member, readjusting her hand. “it’s just my resting face.”

“you’re not even taking the pictures properly.”

“i– i was thinking of something.” minji shrugs, “look here, let me snap a picture.”

but hanni doesn’t look back at the camera, instead turning around to catch you and danielle giggling about something. then she looks back at minji, who’s also looking in the same direction again, frown present.

“did something happen with either of them?”

“no, it’s nothing.” minji sighs, “you turned your head while i was taking the picture, let’s redo–”

“you weren’t paying attention when you took it.”

“hanni–”

“what’s going on?” hanni asks, brows creasing slightly. “is it y/n?”

“it’s nothing.” minji says firmly, putting the phone down now and giving up. “i think i’m going to go use the restroom.”

“nuh uh, no you’re not.” hanni grabs her wrist, squaring up with minji. “c’mon, what’s up?”

minji pauses, words failing her as she tries to piece together how to explain what’s been gnawing at her for weeks. how does she tell hanni that she’s jealous, jealous of the easy way you and danielle flirt without thinking twice about it? how does she admit that you’ve never really left her mind, that she still wakes up some days with her heart aching for you, despite all her efforts to push the feelings down? minji wonders how she could possibly confess that she hasn’t fallen out of love with you—not even close. in fact, she’s only fallen deeper, drawn to this new version of you that she wasn’t around to witness grow.

it hurts, more than she lets on, that she’s missed out on so much of your life. the pain of being cut off so suddenly still lingers, but at the same time, she’s proud of the sacrifices you made to debut. and it stings even more that you debuted alongside her, the constant proximity stirring up emotions she thought she had buried. she’s spent so many nights alone, thinking about you, about the two of you, wondering what went wrong and what could have been different. 

hanni watches her, waiting for an answer, and minji shrugs, trying to mask the storm of emotions with something easier to swallow.  

“i just feel like y/n and i have this… rift, i guess. as friends, i mean.”

“i don’t see anything wrong between you two,” hanni replies, clearly unconvinced.

“i don’t know… she’s just so relaxed with everyone else, like with danielle. they act like they’ve known each other forever, but with me, it’s different. it feels like something’s changed.”

“are you jealous?”

“no! no,” minji says quickly, shaking her head, though her voice betrays a hint of uncertainty. “it’s not that. i just don’t want anything rocky between us. everything’s fine with the others, but with her… it’s complicated.”

hanni gives her a knowing look. “if it helps, i think she looks up to you a lot. you’re both the oldest, and i feel like there’s a different kind of pressure on you two. maybe she’s just intimidated by how amazing you are. she talks about you all the time when we hang out, and i’ve seen her look at you from across the room more than once. i think you two need to talk or something.”

“she looks at me?”

hanni rolls her eyes. “is that seriously the only thing you took from that? you’re impossible.”

minji blushes, a quiet laugh escaping her, but hanni’s words stick with her. “no, but seriously,” hanni continues, “we’ve had some deep talks, a lot actually. she’s mentioned being scared that she’s not as good as you. she thinks you’re way out of her league, like you set this standard that’s hard to meet.”

minji’s quiet, the weight of hanni’s words sinking in. she glances over and catches your eye from across the room, both of you pausing for a split second before you smile. it’s a small, soft smile, the kind that leaves minji’s heart racing. she quickly looks away, flustered.

“i guess i’ll talk to her,” minji says, her voice softer now.

“you should. i mean, i’m not her, but that’s just my two cents—or won or whatever. you get what i mean.”

minji bites the inside of her lip, nodding slightly as she mulls over the thought of actually talking to you. it’s long overdue. too many things were left unsaid when you ended things, even the apology you gave her before debut didn’t cover it all. but the idea of confronting it all, of putting herself in that vulnerable position again, is terrifying.

maybe after the shoots, after the performances, after the album drops, she tells herself. more time to stall, more time to watch you from a distance, more time to get lost in her own confusion. 

—

promotions aren’t done yet, but you’re close. you’ve just gotten back to korea after performing at lollapalooza, a memory that’ll surely be engraved in your mind.

as fun as it was, you’re exhausted, exhausted from everything and how often you were being put near minji. 

as soon as you get back to the dorms, exhaustion pulls you straight to your bed. you barely make it onto the mattress before you collapse, landing flat on your back. your eyes are heavy from the long day of shooting for the ‘newjeans’ youtube channel, and within seconds, you drift off into sleep, your body giving in completely.

but when you wake up, you’re not in your bed anymore.

the air feels different, the scenery unfamiliar yet somehow recognizable. you blink, disoriented, as you take in the street around you. it feels like a memory—one deeply embedded in your mind. you look down and see your pinky linked with someone else’s, the warmth of their hand anchoring you. confused, you follow the connection, eyes tracing up their arm to their face. at first, the features are blurry, making you squint. and then it hits you, as clear as day.

it’s minji, but not the minji you know now. it’s sixteen-year-old minji.

your heart stutters in your chest. she looks exactly as she did back then, her bright smile lighting up her face. her eyes are wide and full of life, just like you remember from the night market where everything between you had changed. the place where you’d confessed to each other, turning a casual hangout into an unplanned first date.

“what’s wrong? you look a little pale,” minji says, tilting her head in concern, but there’s a playful lilt to her voice.

“minji?” you manage to say, your voice wavering. “what’s going on? you—this—”

“y/n, why are you acting weird?” she laughs softly, her hand sliding into yours, fingers intertwining easily. her thumb brushes lightly against your skin, a touch so familiar it makes your heart ache. “did you skip a meal again? i told you to eat before we came out here.”

her words are like a time capsule, pulling you back to when she’d always remind you to eat. even when she was drowning in her own trainee schedule, she’d send texts making sure you were taking care of yourself. back then, you were just friends. or maybe more, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“i—i have to go,” you stammer, your chest tightening as panic floods your system.

“again?” her smile fades into a frown, brows knitting in confusion as you pull your hand away from hers. “you’re leaving again? without explaining?”

“what?” your voice cracks.

“you’re always leaving me,” she says, her tone dropping. “are you ever going to stop?”

“minji,” you whisper, shutting your eyes against the guilt that washes over you. the regret is palpable, twisting in your stomach. “i didn’t want to, but i had to.”

when you open your eyes again, you’re somewhere else. the market is gone, and you’re left disoriented once more, thrown into another unfamiliar scene.

you’re on a couch now, rubbing your eyes as you sit up. the air smells sweet, like pancakes. your favorite—sundays at home, topped with fresh maple syrup. the scent guides you into the kitchen, where a girl is standing at the stove, her back turned to you. long, dark hair, pajama pants, a loose t-shirt.

she turns, and your heart nearly stops again. it’s minji.

but this time, she’s not sixteen. she’s the age she should be. the present minji. your minji.

“you alright, love?” she asks, concern in her voice as she turns the stove down and sets the spatula aside. she walks over, fingers gently fixing your messy bedhead. “bad nap?”

her touch is soft, her presence warm. she cups your cheek with one hand, her thumb brushing against your skin. “you looked a little shaken up.”

“i’m… no, i’m okay,” you lie, leaning into her touch for just a second. your eyes drift past her, trying to ground yourself. “are you making pancakes?”

“yeah,” she says shyly, her lips curling into a soft smile. “you mentioned missing home, so i thought i’d surprise you.” she presses a light kiss to the tip of your nose. “there’s a batch ready for you.”

“thank you,” you murmur, the words barely leaving your lips as a lump forms in your throat.

“anything for you, baby.” she takes your hand, leading you toward the stove where a plate sits—two pancakes perfectly stacked with raspberries and syrup. it’s thoughtful. so minji. 

you love this, you love her. you never stopped loving her, you couldn’t ever do that. but instead of feeling warmth, you feel a pit growing in your stomach. something’s not right.

“this isn’t right,” you say, voice trembling as you put the plate down.

minji blinks, tilting her head in confusion. “what’s wrong? is it the pancakes?”

“not the pancakes,” you say, stepping back, your hands shaking. “this. none of this.”

she moves closer, concern deepening in her eyes, but you instinctively back away.

“y/n, what are you talking about?”

“this isn’t real,” you choke out, your voice breaking. “i don’t deserve this. minji, i broke up with you. this never happened.”

a tear slides down your cheek, your lip quivering uncontrollably as the weight of your words sinks in. “i’m sorry, minji. i’m so, so sorry. i keep doing this to you. i’m so sorry… i love you so much.”

minji’s expression mirrors the heartbreak from that day—the day you stood at her door, delivering the news that shattered everything between you. the pain you inflicted on her then, it’s all here now, reflected in her eyes.

before she can say anything, you turn, running toward the door, heart pounding in your chest.

…

you shoot up in bed, gasping for air. it takes a few moments before you realize where you are. blinking rapidly, you rub your eyes, trying to ground yourself in reality. you grab your phone, checking the notifications—something from your mom, and a random emoji from haerin in the group chat.

this is real. you're awake. it was just a dream.

it's one in the morning, and you're sitting on the edge of your bed, face buried in your hands. your eyes are shut tightly, trying to suppress the emotions that are threatening to surface. after a deep breath, you force yourself to stand, legs feeling unsteady but somehow keeping your balance. you make your way to the bathroom, turning on the light, squinting as the brightness stings your eyes. you splash cold water onto your face, hoping to snap yourself out of the lingering shock. you stare into the mirror and the reflection looking back is someone you barely recognize—someone you can’t stand. your breath shakes, your brows furrow, and you hastily wipe the water from your face before switching off the light and heading toward the living room.

you stop in the kitchen first. grabbing a glass from the cabinet, your fingers hesitate when you realize it's the one minji gifted you for your first birthday together in the group. the memory flashes in your mind—you remember the shock on your face being caught on live stream, eyes wide when she handed you a clear glass with your favorite cartoon character on it. you can almost hear the laughter from that moment, but now it just feels heavy in your hands. 

you fill the glass with water and take a sip, catching your distorted reflection in the stainless steel of the fridge. your hair’s a mess, faint lines under your eyes telling you that sleep hasn’t been kind. you lean your forehead against the cool surface of the fridge, closing your eyes and sighing deeply as exhaustion sets in even deeper.

"are you okay?" a voice comes from behind, making you jump and spill a bit of water onto the floor.

it’s minji—of course it’s minji.

"woah, hey, let me help you clean that—" she steps forward, concerned.

"i’m fine," you lie, shaking your head, waving her away as you kneel down to clean the small spill. "it’s just a few drops, don’t worry." you place the glass on the counter and grab the nearest paper towel, crouching down to wipe the floor quickly, feeling her eyes on you the entire time.

minji watches you closely, her expression soft yet concerned, taking in your restless, frantic movements.

"are you sure you’re alright?" she asks again, voice low, gentle.

"yeah," you breathe out quietly, still not meeting her gaze.

"why are you up this late?" she presses, stepping a little closer, her presence warm but heavy with concern.

you straighten up, tossing the paper towel in the trash. "i just had a… a strange dream."

"nightmare?" she asks softly, tilting her head.

"something like that." you try to brush it off, but you’re too tired to put much effort into sounding convincing. minji watches as you trudge over to the couch, your body language saying more than your words. you sit heavily, sipping your water before setting the glass down on the coffee table. leaning back against the cushions, you close your eyes, trying to sink into the silence, but it doesn’t bring comfort.

minji follows, sitting a few feet away, watching you, clearly wanting to understand. she can tell something’s off. "y/n," she says softly, her voice coaxing your eyes open, "is everything okay?"

you don’t respond right away, instead turning your head slightly to look at her. there’s something vulnerable in your eyes, a longing, a quiet ache. but you sigh, closing your eyes again, trying to swallow it all down.

"i’m sorry," you whisper after a beat.

"for what?" minji asks gently, scooting closer to you, her hand hovering over yours as if she’s not sure whether to reach for you or not.

"everything," you mutter, voice thick with regret. "minji, i’m sorry for everything."

she shifts even closer now, her hand softly covering yours, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin. "is this about…" she trails off, already knowing what you’re referring to.

"yeah," you say quietly, eyes still closed, voice tight. "i’m sorry. i’m so sorry." your voice breaks, and you finally open your eyes, but you can’t look at her. "you didn’t deserve what i did. i’m sorry i debuted with you, i’m sorry for all of it. god, minji, i’m so sorry."

"y/n," she breathes out softly, her hand gripping yours a little tighter now. "we were young. we didn’t know—"

"i didn’t want to break up with you," you blurt out, cutting her off. "my company… they saw my lockscreen. i’m so stupid. they made me break your heart." the words spill out, your voice raw and trembling. "you were never a burden. i never stopped loving you. seeing you now, after all this time, you’ve grown into this incredible person, and i… i can’t stop loving you. it’s killing me. i don’t deserve to love you after what i did. i tried to push it down, but i can’t. i hate myself for it." your breath catches in your throat, tears welling up as you force yourself to keep talking. "you’re so perfect. you’re everything i could never be."

"y/n, stop," minji pleads, her voice thick with emotion, but you pull your hand away, retreating from her touch.

"no, you don’t get it," you say, shaking your head. "you’re perfect, minji. i’m being compared to you every day, and i’m nothing like you. you’re the role model, you’re everything the group needs. and i’m just… i’m an asshole. i tried so hard to keep things casual, to pretend i was fine, but i’m not. i’m not fine. i’m still so in love with you that it hurts." you pause, voice faltering, barely holding it together. "i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry."

minji’s eyes fill with tears as she listens, her heart clearly breaking for you, for everything you’ve carried alone. she tries to pull you in again, to comfort you, but you push her away one last time, unable to accept the closeness.

and she doesn’t push further. she just watches, her heart breaking alongside yours.

a tear slips from her eyes, she’s looking at your trembling body and unstoppable flow of tears. minji shakes her head, opting for holding your hands instead, her fingers brushing against your knuckles.

“y/n, do you remember what i told you before?”

“what?”

“y/n i hated you for a good amount of time. but time made me realize that we were both just trying to reach our dreams, and if that meant you sacrificing us, then… i support you. i did support you. that never stopped me from loving you either.”

you stay silent and look at her through tear lined eyes.

“i tried to push down a lot, and it hurts to see that you’re hurting from doing the same thing as me. as your member, as your friend, and… as someone who loves you beyond measure: i don’t want you to hurt anymore. it’s okay, y/n, it’s okay.”

you let her pull you in this time, her tears stain your hair and her arms wrap around you so warmly that all you can do is succumb to the tenderness. you sob into her shoulder, muttering at least three more “i’m sorry’s” into her.

“y/n, what i said before still goes. ‘i love you. i love you when i’m exhausted from practice, i love you when i’m stressed over exams, i love you when we only have a few minutes together… i love you every moment of every day.’ i never stopped loving you ever.” 

the memory echoes in your head, replaying the two times minji said it—both sincere, both heart-wrenching. you feel a little less terrible when her hands begin rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. you can hear the slight crack in her voice, the way she tries to stay strong for you because that’s who she is—someone who always holds it together for everyone else. 

(“are you okay?” you’d asked her once, catching that brief shift in her expression, the kind she tried to hide. 

you took a better look at her that day, noticing the dark circles under her eyes, the slight lag in her movements, like she was carrying something heavy. it took her a few seconds to force a smile, nodding as if everything was fine.

“yeah, sorry,” she said casually, quickly turning her attention back to her food. “just thinking.”

“minji,” you said her name softly, reaching out to place your hand over hers. she looked up at you, a little surprised, her cheeks flushing slightly. “tell me what’s going on.”

“it’s fine, i—” she started, but you cut her off with a raised brow, your expression making her shrink a little under your gaze. the warm glow of the restaurant’s evening lights illuminated her features, the soft orange hue catching the tiredness in her eyes. she pursed her lips, letting out a small sigh before admitting, “everything’s been really difficult lately. i’m losing energy. i feel like i’m not doing well. it’s just… i wish you could be there with me more. thinking about you is what gets me through practice. knowing i’ll see you, even just once or twice a week, pushes me to keep going.”

you didn’t say anything at first, just pushed your bowl of noodles across the table towards her before standing up and sitting beside her instead of across. she looked at you, confused, but you reached for her hand again, holding it in both of yours as you gazed at her with all the love and understanding you felt.

“you’re always doing great, minji. no one’s doing it like you,” you said, voice soft but certain.

“really?” her voice was small, like she wasn’t sure if she should believe you.

“of course,” you reassured her, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the side of her head before pulling back. “i’ve been feeling the same way. just the thought of you keeps me going. let’s be each other’s push, okay?”

minji’s face softened, her lips curving into a small smile. she nodded before leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

“okay,” she whispered.) 

as you sit here now, her hands still rubbing comforting circles on your back, the memory feels bittersweet. she’s always been there for you, even when you couldn’t be there for her.

minji holds you close, her arms tight around you like she’s afraid you’ll slip away if she lets go. you bury your face deeper into the crook of her neck, your own arms wrapped around her, clinging like she’s your anchor.

“you’ve always been my push,” minji says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “that’s never changed.”

she pulls back gently, lifting your head and brushing away the strands of hair that have stuck to your tear-streaked face. her own eyes are glassy, but she smiles through the tears, looking at you in a way that makes her feel exposed, vulnerable—like she’s seeing you for the first time all over again.

“can we try again?” you ask, voice trembling with hope and hesitation.

she blinks, heart racing. the weight of your question settles in the air, heavy and fragile. 

“of course,” she whispers, her voice cracking. “that’s all i’ve wanted.”

time seems to freeze, the air still around you as your eyes lock. it feels like you’re both sixteen again, standing in that alleyway after a long night at the street market, except this time it’s different. now you’re on the couch, in the dorm you both share because you made it—you both made it. you two achieved your dreams. but there’s always been something missing: each other.

minji cups your cheek, just like she did back then, but her touch is softer now, more tender, more vulnerable. her thumb strokes your skin as she leans in slowly, her eyes fluttering shut before her lips meet yours. it’s gentle, delicate, like she’s afraid you’ll crumble under the weight of her affection. your hand instinctively moves to rest atop hers, feeling the warmth of her knuckles against your cold skin. the kiss is soft, laced with the remnants of tears, but somehow it tastes sweet. everything you’ve been holding onto—all the fear, all the doubt—seems to melt away in that moment.

you pull back first, though only just. your lips hover near hers, close enough to feel her breath.

“i love you, minji,” you say, voice low but firm. “i’m never going to make you doubt that again.”

her eyes soften, and she brings her hand to the nape of your neck, pulling you in again. “i love you too, y/n,” she whispers, before pressing her lips to yours once more, this time with a little more certainty, a little more sweetness. like you’ve both finally found what you’ve been missing.

—

hyein stumbles into the living room, rubbing her eyes, not fully awake yet. she groans, dragging her feet toward the kitchen, but stops mid-step when she spots two familiar heads peeking out from the couch. her sleepy eyes narrow as she tries to make sense of what she’s seeing. the sight takes a moment to register, and when it finally does, a sleepy smile creeps onto her face.

you and minji are tangled together on the couch in what looks like an awkward but oddly comfortable position. your head is resting on her shoulder, one arm lazily draped over her, your hand clasped loosely with hers. minji’s other arm is wrapped around you protectively, her head tilted at an angle that looks uncomfortable, but somehow it balances out with the way yours is twisted. the corner of the couch has you two nestled in tight, looking cozy in your pajamas, mouths parted slightly, both of your eyes a little puffy from sleep—a little too puffy to be from sleep. hyein stares, completely baffled at how you both ended up like this.

haerin is the next to wake up, and she spots hyein standing by the couch, phone in hand, snapping a picture. haerin yawns as she saunters over, her head tilting like a curious cat when she catches sight of you two. her brows furrow, and before she can even ask, your head slips, falling from minji’s shoulder and landing in her lap. your torso twists in an awkward, almost painful-looking angle, but minji instinctively shifts, scooting over to make room and pulling you closer, making sure you’re both comfortable without even waking up.

"what’s with them?" haerin asks, her voice low and groggy, her eyes narrowing at her oldest members.

"dunno," hyein shrugs, amused. "i’ve never seen them this close."

"me neither."

before they can figure out what’s going on, hanni and danielle stroll in, spotting the younger girls gathered by the couch. curiosity piqued, they walk over to see what’s going on, and as soon as they do, their eyes widen in surprise. a grin spreads across hanni’s face, and she wastes no time whipping out her phone to capture the moment. she quickly airdrops the photo to danielle, who giggles as she looks down at her phone, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"what’s up with the parents?" hanni teases, barely able to hold back a laugh.

"parents?" haerin repeats, raising an eyebrow.

"just look at them."

you and minji remain tangled together, still sound asleep despite the odd position, yet somehow, you both look peaceful, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. your head rests in minji’s lap now, her hand still protectively holding yours, the two of you fitting together as if you’ve always been like this.

hyein and haerin exchange glances, amused but confused, while hanni and danielle quietly snicker like children who’ve stumbled onto something they weren’t supposed to see.

—

the next few weeks with promotions still going on postpones the time you get to explain everything to your members. but eventually you and minji sit down with them in the living room, going over the whole timeline of events and earning a variety of reactions.

your members gather around, all seated in the living room, eyes trained on you and minji. there’s a tense sort of anticipation in the air, the kind that comes with heavy conversations. you and minji exchange a glance before diving into the timeline of everything— how it started, how it fell apart, and now, how you’ve found your way back to each other. each word feels like you’re lifting a piece of the weight that’s been suffocating you both for so long.

the reactions from your members are immediate. there are lots of “ohhhh”s and “ahhhhs” as they start piecing things together, understanding slowly dawning on their faces. you see nods of realization, and even though some of the details are painful, they listen intently, faces softened with sympathy. they admit they’d sensed something was off but had never wanted to pry, giving you both the space they thought you needed. now, knowing the full story, their expressions shift to one of collective empathy, eyes filled with a kind of pity and concern.

you and minji sit close, your hands intertwined, a subtle reassurance to each other that it’s okay to finally share this. as you speak, minji’s thumb rubs gentle circles against your skin, grounding you when the memories become too much. the frowns deepen as you recount the harder parts—the breakup, the misunderstandings, and the silent pain you both carried alone. but there’s also relief. it’s evident in the way your members nod along, like everything makes sense now. they’ve always had your backs, and now it feels like they’re rooting for you even harder.

"we never wanted to push," hanni finally says, her voice soft, almost apologetic. "we figured you two just needed time."

danielle nods along, her eyes a little glossy, while haerin sits quietly, processing it all. hyein, surprisingly, offers a small smile, "i’m glad you guys worked it out."

you and minji exchange another look, this time a lighter one. something close to peace settles over you both, like a burden’s been lifted now that the truth is out there. it feels good to be understood, to no longer have to hide the past or the pain from the people closest to you.

this isn’t like before—and that’s a good thing. there’s no going back to what was, because now you’re both different, stronger, and this version of “normal” is something you’d choose over and over again. you’ll grow alongside minji, hand in hand, side by side, and she’ll be growing with you too.

you wouldn’t trade anything in the world for this.

—-

"you called?"

“texted, but close enough,” you respond with a smirk. minji rolls her eyes playfully before plopping onto your bed, looking at you curiously. 

“did you need something?” she asks, her voice soft but carrying a hint of amusement.

“i just remembered something,” you say, moving toward the bed. “i wanted to show you it—give it to you before your shoot. you said you had to leave in twenty, right? well, i found this while i was organizing things."

“what is it?” she asks, her curiosity piqued. her eyes follow your movements as you crouch down, pulling a slightly worn shoe box from under the bed.

you smile as you open the lid, revealing a collection of small mementos—photos, letters, and trinkets that instantly stir up memories for both of you. minji leans closer, her eyes widening slightly when she recognizes some of the items.

“i never threw anything out,” you explain, voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. “i couldn’t. i remember you gave me two copies of this because you couldn’t keep one at your place while we were both trainees. i’ve always kept it… never really looked at it after everything, though… after i…”

your voice trails off, the weight of that unfinished sentence hanging in the air. minji, understanding without needing an explanation, moves from the bed and sits beside you on the floor. her shoulder presses against yours, a silent comfort.

you reach into the box, pulling out a photo strip. it’s from one of your dates, back when things were simpler, when everything felt new. you flip it over, revealing four small photos in sequence. the first has your cheeks pressed together, wide smiles on both your faces. in the second, you’re both forming a heart with your hands. the third shows minji kissing your cheek, and the last one has you kissing hers. your smile deepens as you hand it to her.

minji stares at the strip, her fingers lightly tracing the edges of the photos. her expression softens, caught between disbelief and tenderness. you two were so young back then, but the love captured in the pictures is unmistakable—just like the love that still exists between you now. she glances at you, her gaze full of warmth.

“now you can keep it,” you say, voice gentle, “without worrying about anyone taking it from you.”

“y/n…” minji whispers, her voice so quiet, so filled with awe. she hugs you tightly, and before you know it, she's covering your face with kisses, one after the other, until finally, she presses her lips to yours in a long, tender kiss that feels like everything you've been holding back for so long.

“i seriously love you so much,” she breathes out when she pulls away, her forehead resting against yours.

“i love you more,” you reply, grinning.

“more than timbits?” she teases, raising a brow.

you giggle, poking her cheek. “don’t get ahead of yourself now.”

[vivwritesfics]

Heyy, i would like to make an request. Could you write fic about lestappen x reader where they’re are soulmates. (You don’t have to) Charles and Max are already in an established relationship and they meet the reader but max doesn’t want her because he is happy with Charles and reader hears Max talk bad about her like i don’t want her, we don’t need her etc. So she distances hersef from them but they regret it and want her back? With happy ending pls 🫣 Sorry, I hope you understood what I meant.. English is not my first language ☺️

Max Verstappen couldn't be happier. At twenty five, he found his soulmate (when I say found, Charles had been there all along. They just didn't realise they were soulmates until they turned twenty five).

Here they were, two years later. Everything for Max had been perfect. He thought it had been perfect for Charles, too.

He didn't realise Charles felt like there was something missing.

He couldn't explain it. When he realised Max was his soulmate, his heart had felt so damn full. He was overjoyed, and they didn't stop kissing for around a week.

But that empty feeling soon filled Charles. Something was missing. There was a fist sized hole in his heart that he didn't know how to fill.

Of course, she had to work for Red Bull. She walked in on the day of her twenty fifth birthday and immediately caught Max's eye. Like magnets, the two were drawn to each other. All through the day, and Max couldn't explain it. But then he found out it was her birthday.

He disappeared out of the Red Bull garage, and she dropped to the floor.

It was distressing, to have your soulmate ripped away from you for a critical few hours after you've found them. She gasped for air as tears ran down her cheeks, blurring her vision.

She couldn't help it, couldn't stop it if she wanted to.

And then, twenty minutes after Max ran off to the Ferrari garage, she passed out.

***

"I never wanted another soulmate, Charlie," came a hushed voice.

"Well, she's not just your soulmate." This one was closer, as if the person was sitting right beside her.

There was a pause, maybe the person was gesturing. "Do you know how rare three person soulmate groups are?" The first person pressed on. "Why did it have to be us."

"Get over it, Max," the second person snapped.

Max. Max Verstappen. Her soulmate.

"She's our girl, now. Besides, didn't it ever feel like something was missing? A missing piece of the puzzle?"

There was a moment, and then a sound. A door slamming as somebody left the room. "It's okay, Ma belle. He'll come around." Gentle fingers combed through her hair. Charles, it had to be. Max's original soulmate, and now hers, too.

She pretended to be asleep for just a moment longer, basking in the safety his touch provided

[loveshotzz]

He’s not tech savvy, and he doesn’t really like to be laughed at. It doesn’t stop you from giggling under your breath at every wrong button he presses. The lag on the connection from the remote to the TV consistently getting letters wrong.

“If you don’t stop…” he mutters, frustrated. The curl you love so much falling over his glasses while he leans further forward on the couch. He squints at the television, jutting the remote toward the screen in an angry thrust just to accidentally hit ‘delete’. You break, letting out a loud laugh that wakes Bandit up from his nap on the dog bed. Steve can’t help it, he laughs too, a chuckle birthed from how annoyed he is trying to set up a ‘party watch’ for the Friday the 13th movies with Peach and Eddie in New York.

It made his heart soften at any hint of his best friend that he found in you. Smirking to himself when you mentioned watching them whenever a Friday the 13th happened to fall. It’s like Ed spoke through you. So he made a whole plan for it — a stay at home date night where he made snacks, ordered cannolis, got a good fall candle, and set the lights to an eerie low red.

And it would be perfect if he could figure out how to get the fucking link to work.

“If you think it’s so easy, why don’t you do it tough girl?” he asks, putting the remote on the center cushion on the couch, “Go ahead, show me how smart you are.”

“You’re just not being patient,” you tease in a measured, holier-than-thou tone, “You have to be one with the remote.”

“Okay,” he says smoothly, “Show me then, karate kid. Show me how to become one with the remote.”

You can smell the spice and cedar on him when he inches closer, big hand closing over yours while you take the remote in your hand, slowly spelling out Eddie’s email address for the invite on the screen. A silence falls between you, feeling the scruff of his five o’clock shadow near your cheek.

“You’re showin’ off, angel,” he murmurs, he breath coasting over your ear.

“So what if I am?” you ask headily, turning your head so your lips nearly brush. The remote drops between you, noses teasing against each other with gentle smiles on your lips, eyes closing.

Steve’s phone rings, Eddie’s ringtone — Creep by Radiohead blowing from the speaker.

“Hold that thought,” Steve sighs. He picks up, screen reflecting himself back when he realizes it’s a FaceTime call.

“‘Yyyello,” Steve says, settling the phone against a mug of decaf on the coffee table. You sigh at the way he can’t help but answer the phone like a geriatric.

“I’ve been waiting for this invite for like, twenty minutes — what’s the deal?” Eddie asks, from the background it looks like his phone is in a similar spot. Halloween decorations set and ready, fairy lights flickering orange and purple hanging prettily on the wall.

“We’re getting there man, relax,” Steve says, taking his glasses off to massage the bridge of his nose, “Technical difficulties.”

“Or you just don’t know how to do it,” he grins, “Where’s your girl? Ask if she can help.”

“I’m trying,” you pipe up, putting yourself in the frame and waving.

“Hey lady,” he smiles lazily, “You teachin’ him a thing or two?’

“Every day,” you smile back.

“They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” Eddie shrugs, “So…”

“Well, you’re older than me, so,” Steve bites back.

“Ooh, I love when you’re a little mean,” Ed flirts, “Do it again.”

“The invite should come in for you in a couple minutes, are you on the main page? It’ll pop up there,” you say, picking the remote up again.

“Yeah, I’m ready when you are,” he nods. You both can hear the lock click in Ed’s apartment, his face splitting into a smile and gentle eyes.

“Hey baby,” he says to his wife off screen, “Com’ere we’re gonna watch Jason with St—”

Off camera you can hear Peach’s voice, soft, and laced with a hint of disappointment, “You decorated…”

His face quirks, “Yeah, d-do you not like it?”

“I like it but…you um, you did it without me. We were supposed to do it together.”

“Oh, honey,” he frowns, “Wait no, don’t frown like that — Peach…”

Eddie looks at the screen, “Sorry guys, can you send the invite in like a half hour? Peach, sweetheart, I’m so sorry…don’t be upset…I — fuck, hold on — Yeah, send it in like a half hour — bye.”

The call disconnects, leaving you both sitting there in the glow of the TV, the cursor blinking waiting for you to click ‘Invite’ now that Eddie’s email was successfully entered.

“All that and now we have to wait,” Steve snaps, “He’s never on time.”

“I feel bad,” you give a small pout in solidarity, “She sounded so sad.”

“She’ll get over it,” Steve lets out a breath, shaking his head like he’s used to this, “She just wants some attention. Speaking of…”

“Speaking of…?” you respond, turning toward him on the couch.

“We were having a lot of fun before we were interrupted,” Steve smiles, leaning forward, lips skimming your cheek to press a kiss by your ear, “And I can think of a few good ways to kill a half hour.”

- not Carol, oh wait, yes it is

🥺 i’ve been selfish and kept this to myself for a little while and have been reading it when i get overwhelmed at work. you spoil me bf 🥺💕 I love him so much.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mad Season❄Story B

Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: this is Bucky’s side of the story.

Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Um...” you drone dumbly at Peter. “I don’t know.” 

He stares back at you. He looks scared, “you don’t know?” 

“I’m sorry, I...” the raucous party rumbles on inside the walls. “I can’t think here.” 

“Hey, let me grab my jacket, we can talk outside,” he offers. “Wait, where’s your coat? You can’t go out like that?” 

You look down and realise you left your jacket inside. In fact, he took it. 

“Please, don’t worry about it,” you turn and step around the couple enthralled in each other’s drunken need. “I have to get out of here. 

“Wait,” Peter reaches for you and you dodge his grasp. “Won’t you just hear me out?” 

You shake your head as you charge towards the elevator, “just bring my coat when we work on the project--” 

“Please, you just don’t get it--” 

“No, I don’t,” you agree as you tap the button frantically. “I don’t get any of it. I don’t know why you invited me when you know I hate these things.” 

“I invited you,” he manages to latch on before you can step through the open doors, “because I like you.” 

You face him and wince. You touch his knuckles and frown, “yeah, but I think you like MJ and the other girls better.” 

“What? Other--” 

“It’s okay. I only ever wanted to get the project done. Really. You don’t have to worry about me,” you wriggle free of his grasp. “Have a good night.” 

“Wait--” 

You tap the close button and back up into the elevator. He pouts but doesn’t try to follow. Once you’re closed in by yourself, you hang your head and sigh. That’s enough college theatrics for you. 

You reach into your purse and take out your puffer. You shake it instinctively as you chew your lip. You lose yourself in trepidation. Should you have stayed and heard him out? No, you’re not stupid. You knew from the start that Peter is too good for you. Too good even as a friend. 

You stride out through the lobby and the night air hits you like a bus. Your teeth snap and chatter as you bring your puffer up and suck. You don't really need it, it's more of a comfort in the moment. 

You shiver and hug yourself tight, tucking the canister under your elbow as you put your head down against the wind. Peter's residence is on the other side of campus; yours its just outside the college perimeter. You could get the student bus to the gates and go from there... 

You look up at the silver moon, shining like a coin on black velvet. Your breath puffs in hot clouds as the bitter air bites through your stockings. As you continue on in indecision, looking out for the red signs that denote a stop, you hear footsteps that aren't your own. 

You slump down, tensing and you grip your puffer tighter. You have your keys. You can take them out, just in caee. You don't know that you could do much but the safety lecture replays in your head. 

Your puffer rattles as the steps speed up and you dodge out of the way with a squeal. 

"Hey," a gravelly voice crawls through the dark, "it's just me." 

You almost think Peter followed after all but the timbre is too deep. You flinch and turn to face the shadow. Half of Bucky’s face is lit by the moonlight, the angles sharper in the silver glow. 

"Oh, hi?" You stammer in confusion. "What--" 

"Are you out here without a coat?" He undercuts your inquisition.  

You nod and your teeth chatter audibly, "I... lost it." 

"Lost--" he mutters and clicks his teeth. He unzips his leather coat and shrugs out of the sleeves. "Can't have you wandering through the dark and cold." 

"I--" you stare at the coat as he offers it. "I'm fine--" 

"You seem it. You nocturnal or something? I keep finding you out at night." 

"No, I'm going home. There was... a party," you explain dumbly, your confusion muddling your sense. 

"I know this cold air isn't good for your chest," he shoves the coat at you again. "Please." 

You stare at him, taking in the cotton henley and jeans. He must be freezing. 

"I run hot. Serum," he shrugs. He flaps the jacket around you and hangs it from your shoulders. The soft fleece lining surprises you, his scent and warmth cocooning you. 

"Um... why are you... here?" 

"I keep asking the same thing," he scoffs. "You know, they just send me wherever." He turns to peer down the walkway, "so, this party? No fun?" 

"Mm," you hum and pull the jacket closer as you shield yourself against the bitter chill. "Not really my thing." 

"Not mine either," he begins down the pavement and you fall into step. 

You nod and walk on in silence. You're not sure you believe him but you also can't think of why he'd be hanging around if it wasn't for work. Your soles scuff loudly as he clears his throat. 

"You know, I shouldn't tell you. Since it's confidential, part of the job, right? But you really shouldn't be walking home alone," he says. 

"Oh, uh, I know, but... but it's not far. I was gonna find a bus," your hand shakes and the puffer rattles again. You bring it up from under the coat and take a breath.  

"You okay?" He brings his hand up to your back. 

"Fine," you cough. 

"I'm not trying to scare ya just looking out. A girl like you..." he looks over at you, "you're pretty small." 

You frown. You're well aware of all your detriments. Still, saying it aloud makes you shudder. He's right. Your only response to him sneaking up is to squeak like a mouse. 

"Alright, sorry, I'll be more careful." 

"You know, I don't think they know what to do with me right now," he snorts. "Sending me down here or whatever, so I could keep an eye out for ya. Walk ya home." 

"Huh? Oh no. I couldn't let you," you gasp. 

"I wouldn't mind. Trust me, I don't offer to do anything I don't wanna do," he chuckles. 

"I don't know..." you murmur. 

"Or maybe you're scared of me?" He suggests. 

You shake your head, "n...no. I guess... I don't wanna be a bother." 

"No bother," he shrugs, "spending time with a sweet girl? Would make patrol a lot nicer." 

You glance over then back ahead. You do feel better having him with you. You somehow don't feel as small yet smaller next to him. The twiddle of his fingers snags your attention. 

"You sure you're not cold?" You ask.  

He laughs again, "you know, I can't remember the last time worried about me being hot or cold. Doll, I'm just perfect. Exactly where I wanna be." 

[lurkingshan]

Japanese QL Corner

We've suddenly got an abundance of shows with dark themes and adult vibes, with a bit of a mixed bag on their execution. These are available for weekly streaming on Gaga unless otherwise noted.

Smells Like Green Spirit

A fan subber came through and we are now able to watch this show on a slight delay from the airing in Japan. This first episode was great, but be warned that this is not a light watch. This show is less a full blown romance and more of a queer coming of age story with a rather bleak worldview that will likely include a romance subplot. Our story centers on Mishima, a young person who is questioning their gender and just trying to live while being constantly targeted by school bullies. The bullying in this show is graphic and violent and Mishima has already been assaulted and targeted by creeps in the first episode, so take care and ask for content warnings if you need them. I have read the manga so I'm aware of what's in store--if you would like to know what to expect before watching, feel free to ask.

Happy of the End

CWs: Assault, attempted murder, blood, death, forced fellatio/rape (against a main character, graphically depicted more than once), revenge porn, sexual coercion and exploitation, stabbing, suicide attempt, suicide, violence

We have arrived at the end of this story, and it did not quite come together for me. I liked a lot of what it was doing; the relationship between Chihiro and Haoren giving them both a reason to persist despite their general apathy toward survival was compelling, and the actors gave strong performances in some very difficult scenes. I thought the show had a strong sense of style and tone, as well. But for me, it crossed the line into over the top trauma porn one too many times, seeming to revel in making the characters suffer and piling on unnecessary traumas that were depicted quite graphically, making the show deeply unpleasant to watch. And in the end, it suddenly veered into a happy ending that felt like a mismatch for the rest of the story, which was achieved via a time skip and Chihiro and Haoren healing offscreen despite their circumstances only getting worse over the course of the show. @bengiyo laid out why that ending felt like the show pulling its punches, and I agree. I can appreciate a story that has an established bleak worldview telling us about a specific time in these characters' lives where they mattered to each other, but slapping that unearned epilogue on it just makes the whole thing feel like torture porn followed by cheap consolation. It didn't feel honest. I don’t recommend watching this one unless you are pretty comfortable with gratuitous sexual violence.

Love is Like a Poison

We’re zipping along nicely, with this week’s episode mostly focused on the case that Haruto helped Shiba win. That courtroom scene was wild. I’m intrigued by all the advances and the early confession from Haruto, because as we and Shiba well know, the man is a con. What’s his angle, and why does he think romancing Shiba is the way to get it? Whatever he’s after, I think Shiba should give in because look at him!

Chaser Game W 2

This week we met Itsuki’s first love Yoreum, who is now a famous Korean idol and still hung up on her from back when she did a homestay with Itsuki’s family. She did a livestream from Itsuki’s cafe in the special spot where Itsuki and Fuyu like to canoodle; jealousy and dramatics ensued. Then suddenly we were doing an elevator rescue? Idek. I’m rooting for the new girl to break this couple up to be honest.

[joedirtymadre]

Orphanage

I thought my Tumblr followers and I were a family, but turns out I was WRONG! BECAUSE I GET NO REQUESTS! For shame ಠ_ಠ

LAW X READER! FLUFF! (And I better see some requests ノ(ಠ_ಠノ)

You sighed to yourself as you glanced over to your captain who was following you to your destination. ‘I don’t know why he asked to tag along…’ you thought to yourself.

Flashback

You softly knocked on Law’s office door before entering. “Hello,” you smiled as you entered. “Hello (Y/N), here to make a report?” He asked as he stopped working and sat up. “Just here to give you an update about the arrival time on our upcoming stop,” you said. “I see,” he nodded. “Yep, we should arrive at the island in about 2 hours. Also, I’ll be off doing personal stuff once we arrive at the island,” you explained. 

“Again? It seems like everytime you stop at an island you always go off alone,” he mentioned. “Yes, well I’d hate to bother anyone with my personal affairs…” you trailed off, hoping he’d catch on that you’d prefer to explore alone. “I see… well no worries. I’d be happy to join you once we arrive at the island,” he said softly before returning to his paperwork. “H-Huh?” You asked, surprised. “I said I’d be happy to join you, I’ll see you in 2 hours,” he said. “U-Understood…” you stammered before quickly leaving the room.

“Whaat? He wants to join me? For what? Does he think I’m a secret spy or what??” You groaned as you headed back to the others.

Law’s POV

“I did it,” I said softly to myself. I sat back in my seat and let out a sigh of relief. “I really thought she was going to reject me inviting myself, but she didn’t,” I said to myself. 

I stared at the ceiling, thinking back to when I first asked her to join my crew. She was a ruthless fighter in an underground ring, even though she didn’t look much like a fighter she would take down others in one punch. She was forced to fight and earn money by her “managers”. When she first joined the crew she would always keep to herself, never wanting to chat with the others.

Until one day…

I heard a small knock on my office door. “Come in,” I said. Slowly the door opened, revealing (Y/N) slowly walking in. “Hello Captain,” she said softly. “Hello (Y/N), here to make a report?” I asked. She shook her head slowly, “Captain… I think I should leave the crew…” she said softly. “Is that so? And why is that?” I asked, putting down my paperwork. “I feel like… I feel like I’m in the way most of the time. I’m not used to being around so many people and it’s… hard,” she said softly.

I don’t know what happened, but in that moment I felt my heart leap. “Is that all?” I asked as I slowly stood up and approached her. Even though she’s a monster of a fighter, at this moment she seems like any other scared girl. “Why is this so hard…?” She asked as she looked up to me. “You’re thinking too hard, everyone wants to get to know you. You just have to open up little by little, no one here will ever judge you or make you feel useless, understood?” I asked her as I rubbed her head. “Understood Captain,” she smiled softly.

“Good, now go back to the others (Y/N). If you have any more trouble come talk to me,” I smiled softly. “Ok!” She smiled brightly before heading back to the others. 

Ever since that day I’ve felt myself drawn to her. Hoping she’d come to me for more advice, but she’s still opening up little by little to me as well. But now I decided to take the leap… each time we stepped onto any island she would go exploring alone. Not this time though, I’ll explore along with her. Maybe get to know each other a little more… 

Your POV

You softly approached the captain’s door again. Hoping he’s behind on paperwork… You softly knock once and the door suddenly bursts open. “Hello (Y/N), I just finished my work,” he cleared his throat. “H-Hello… i-is that so? Well then let’s go,” you said awkwardly. 

You both walked towards the island plaza. You took your time exploring through the different shops, hoping Law would get bored of exploring and plan to leave early. But that wasn’t the case… “Wow, so you like these girly kinds of things too?” He asked as he analyzed a pink teddy bear at the toy shop you’ve stopped at. “Not really,” you shrugged. “Hm? But this is the third toy store you’ve stopped at, you’re saying you don’t like toys?” He asked. “No, I just… mmm…” you softly groaned as you nervously scratched the back of your head.

“What is it?” He asked. “Well… I like to give toys,” you blushed. “Give toys?” He asked. “Ugh… I was hoping you’d have left by now before I went to my actual stop…” You said as you avoided his eyes. “So you’ve been trying to run me away by taking me to boring shops?” He asked in a low voice. “Not exactly… I was hoping you would have been bored by now. I have actually been window shopping, I was going to go back to the previous store to purchase some toys that I thought were nice,” you explained. “But… oh well, it’s getting late and I’d hate myself if I didn’t go,” you said. “Go where?” He asked. “To the island’s orphanage,” you smiled. 

“Orphanage? So these toys are for…” he trailed off. “Yeah… I’m sorry I tried to bore you off, but I feel awkward telling people I visit orphanages. It’s just that I came from an orphanage… before you found me and I remember feeling alone and not having many things growing up. So… I try to give back, because if I felt like that then I’m sure others must feel like that too,” you shrugged as you grabbed the toy out of Law’s hands. “I see, well let’s go. I saw a few toys that I think kids would enjoy,” he said softly as he slowly patted your head. “R-Really? You actually wanna join me?” You asked excitedly. “Mhmm, let’s go,” He smiled softly. “Ok!” You smiled as you two rushed to purchase some toys.

You entered the orphanage with Law following behind you. “So do you just drop them off?” He asked as he helped you carry some bags. “Nope, I usually stay and play with some of them!” you grinned. “Is that so?” He asked. “Yeah! It’s so fun, plus a lot of these kids need some outside attention once in a while… So, I’m glad I could help them,” you said as you walked up to the front desk. 

You quickly checked in and explained your reason for stopping by, as well as receiving your visitor’s badge.

The orphan keeper guided you to the yard, you grinned as you noticed the kids running around and playing with each other. “Hey guys! We got some visitors! And they brought you a surprise!” The keeper called out. You watched as all the kids turned their heads and rushed over to see the surprise. “Hi guys!” You smiled. “Hello,” the kids replied. “So nice to meet you all, my friend here and I brought you all some toys,” you grinned as you gave the kids a peek from your bags. “Woahh!” “Toys!?” “Gimme!” You heard a few kids yelp in excitement. 

“Ok, ok, here you go,” you said as you handed each child a toy. You laughed as you saw the kids crowd around you. You looked over to Law and noticed he stood back and stared at you dealing with the chaos. You rolled your eyes and walked over to drag him towards the crowd. “H-Hey…” he stammered. “Come on, they don’t bite. As long as you give them a toy,” you laughed. “Alright,” he nodded as he hesitated handing each kid a toy. 

You smiled as you watched the children run off to play with their new toys. You turned to Law who seemed a bit disheveled from the crowd of kids clawing at him and the bag. “Sorry, I didn’t think they’d get so wild,” you laughed nervously. “It’s fine, it’s nice to see them run around and play,” he smiled softly. “I know, now come on! Let’s go play with them,” you smiled as you pulled him over to the kids. 

“Miss! Miss! Can we do your makeup?” A group of girls asked you. “Sure!” you smiled. “Mister! Let’s play marines and pirates! You’re the marine! We’re the pirates!” A couple of rowdy boys grinned. You laughed at Law running around and playfully tossing around some of the boys who kept climbing onto him.

After 20 minutes of salon time, you were finally set to go. “Ok, keep your eyes closed!” A little girl said. “Ok, I promise,” you replied. You kept your eyes shut, waiting for your new look. “Now open!” They said. You opened your eyes and smiled, your eyeshadow was a bright purple, the blush was a hot pink, your lipstick was over lined, and you had 3 pigtails in your hair. “Oh my goodness, I look perfect,” you laughed. “I told you she’d love it! Now come on, come on,” the girls said as they pulled you up from your seat. 

“Where are you taking me?” You asked. “To your husband, but shhh we’re gonna surprise him,” a girl smiled. “H-Husband? Law?” you asked nervously, hesitating more with each step.

Law’s POV

“Where are we going?” I asked a little girl who rushed up to grab me. “Hey you can’t steal our marine! We’re still playing,” one of the boys groaned. “Shut up! We got a surprise for him!” the girl snapped back. “Surprise?” I asked. “Yeah, but close your eyes and don’t peek,” the girl frowned. “Ok, ok,” I replied, staggering as she dragged me across the yard.

Your POV

You felt your ears burn as you saw Law approaching, the girls left you under the large tree in the center of the yard. You could hear the giggles coming from behind the tree. “Ok, now stand here, and wait!” The little girl guiding Law told him. “Understood,” he nodded. The little girl let go of his hand, and ran behind the tree with the rest of her friends. You noticed one of the boys Law was playing with approaching you two. “You brought him here to show off her clow-” the boy was smacked and pulled behind the tree. ‘Scary,’ you internally laughed. 

“Now open!” The girls cheered. You stood nervously in front of your captain, afraid of his reaction towards your ‘new’ look. You watched as Law slowly opened his eyes, he then widened his eyes once realizing you stood in front of him. “H-Hi Captain…” you said nervously as you twiddle your thumbs. “Hello (Y/N),” he said softly. “How does she look?” A girl called out. Law glanced over to the group of girls peeking from behind the tree. “Ah, I see now,” he whispered to you. “Mhmm,” you nodded. “You look beautiful (Y/N),” he smiled softly. You felt your heart skip a beat. “Thank you for being so nice,” you whispered back. “I’m serious, you look-” Law was interrupted. “Now kiss!” The girls cooed. “H-Huh?” You felt your face heat up. 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The girls cheered. “Well? Can’t disappoint the crowd,” he smiled mischievously, almost as if he’s enjoying this. You slowly leaned lifted yourself up on the tips of your toes, inching near Law’s face. You quickly pecked his cheek, plopping yourself back down on your feet. “She kissed him! Ahhh!” The girls cheered. You felt dizzy from the blood rush to your brain. “I think it’s time for us to go, kids,” Law said. “Awwe,” the kids groaned. “I know… but don’t worry. You’ll have the toys to remember us by, alright?” Law asked as he patted the girl’s heads. The girls nodded and waved us goodbye.

Before leaving you went into the restroom to wash up. You then headed outside to find Law waiting for you. “Hi (Y/N),” he smiled softly. “Hello Captain,” you smiled back. Your walk back to the submarine was short and peaceful, both of you taking in the silence after the chaos you went through moments before.

Before stepping onto the submarine you stopped Law, “C-Captain,” you stuttered. “Yes?” He turned back. “Thank you… today was… a lot of fun. I’m glad we were able to make those kids happy,” you smiled. “It was fun, especially the surprise the girls gave me,” he smiled as he walked up to you. “O-Oh… about that… I swear I didn’t know they were going to drag you over. A-Also that kiss! Please… just i-ignore t-that I-” your words were cut off. You saw Law leaning down, his lips only a few centimeters away from yours. “It’s fine, trust me… you looked really beautiful,” he said softly. You felt your ears burn hot, you stared at his lips for what felt like an eternity. Deciding to close the distance yourself, you felt Law freeze up in shock, but quickly relaxed. Snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

Luckily he had such a strong hold on you, as your legs began to feel weak. Finally he pulled away, leaving you two catching your breaths and staring into one another’s eyes. “I’m glad I forced you to let me come with you today,” he smirked. “F-Forced?” You asked, dumbfounded. “Mhmm… all part of my plan,” he chuckled. “R-Really? So you…” you trailed off. “Mhmm, now come on. Let’s get you cooled off before you blow a fuse,” he said, as he placed one of his cold hands on your deep red cheeks. “O-Ok…” you blushed.

[blazeeblake]

Unsettling

Inspired by this post. I wrote this late at night, zoning out on cold medicine while attempting to recover from a booster shot, so I can’t vouch for the quality 😅:

Dinner had been going great as far as Buck could tell. He and Tommy were still in the figuring it out stage of things, but a meal with Chim and Maddie felt like a step in the right direction; at least, up until the moment his sister unsuspectingly guided the conversation into a minefield.

“So, Tommy,” she began between bites of salad, “I have to say, I was really surprised when my brother told me about your date — not so much in terms of the pronouns of it all, but because the way he told it, you were way more focused on Eddie when you two met.”

Tommy shrugged, pushing around the remainders of his own plate, “Course correction’s a skill you hone when you’re tangling with baby gays— not that I’m sure Eddie even counts in that department. At this rate he’s essentially embryonic. Like, indefinitely.” Maddie cocked her head to the side, whatever follow up she may have had fading away into a loaded silence that descended over the room.

“H-huh,” Chimney chuckled unevenly, “well, uh, I don’t want to speak for anyone that’s not here but I’m pretty sure—“

“Wait,” Buck interrupted, brows knitting together, “You were trying to date Eddie?”

“Uh, yeah,” Tommy replied, as if it was painfully obvious, “At least, until I realized where things stood with him, and then I—

“Course corrected?” Buck finished, “With me. Your second choice.”

“Oh, like I’m not your second choice. Seriously, Evan, don’t be dramatic.”

“Maddie, honey,” Chimney broke in, rising out of his seat, “why don’t we go get dessert ready?”

“Ready?” Maddie repeated, eyes darting between her brother and his date, “It’s already—“

“What are you talking about?” Buck pressed, far too preoccupied with his burgeoning confusion to notice Chimney coaxing his quietly protesting sister out of the room.

Tommy rolled his eyes, pointedly setting his fork down, “Oh come on. Eddie’s on a special level of oblivious— and I mean, no surprise there, Catholicism builds its closets nice and sturdy— but you can’t expect me to believe you’re just as clueless, Mr. Trying to get my attention by pulling another boy’s pigtails.”

“Wha— No,” Buck sputtered, his breath hitching strangely and tripping him up, “Th-that wasn’t about Eddie. He’s not even— and even if he was, we’re not… I mean, we wouldn’t.”

“Right, because you’re scared it would burst the little bubble you two live in where you can have your cake and call it normal friendship,” Tommy concluded, his tone once again gratingly matter of fact, “Face it. A relationship with Eddie is heavy lifting from any angle, so we both opted out for each other, no harm, no foul.” Buck blinked, momentarily stunned into silence as his mind tried and failed to construct a solid counter to the conclusion Tommy had all but thrown in his face. All of it made sense, perhaps more sense than the raw foundations of yet another relationship built on someone else’s initiative and his own need to reach for any degree of being wanted, no matter how scant. The truth of it all stung and made his heart beat faster than he could stand, but at the same time there was something freeing in all that chaos.

“He’s not,” Buck managed softly.

“Gay?” Tommy replied, “Right, and Elton John just needs to meet the right girl.”

Buck shook his head, “No, I mean, he’s not heavy lifting or whatever you said. If you think that, you don’t know him at all— a-and maybe you don’t know me either if you think I’d feel that way.”

“Ev—“

“It’s Buck. And if all of this was settling then I guess you were right the first time: I’m not ready.” Tommy eyed him for a beat before sighing and pushing his chair back from the table.

“At least you’re consistent,” he said as he stood and began making his way to the front door, “A little slow on the draw but still miles more self aware than your buddy. I’d say good luck pulling him out of Narnia, but I’m not gonna hold my breath.” Buck didn’t respond, instead opting to drop his gaze to the floor and let his racing thoughts drown out his surroundings until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m guessing you heard all that?” He asked.

“Sorry,” Maddie said, giving his arm a gentle squeeze, “The acoustics down here are pretty unforgiving, privacy-wise.

“Sorry I ruined dinner,” he muttered.

“Technically,” Maddie reasoned, “I started it, so—-“

“I vote we blame no Buckley or Hans ,” Chimney said, dropping into the seat Tommy had vacated, “and we call this a win because screw that guy. I’m all for second chances but that dude’s practically on his fourth and he just keeps blowing it.”

“What am i supposed to do now?” Buck asked, turning to look up at his sister.

Maddie offered him a small, tight-lipped smile, “it’s like I said before: whatever you need to do, you’ll do it in your own time.”

“Right, but what if I screw it all up? He’s going through so much right now already and I don’t want to be one more thing he has to deal with.”

“I mean, maybe him going through things is the silver lining, you know? He’s figuring out his future and there’s room for you to work out where—not if— you fit in all of that. Because, for what it’s worth, I can’t picture a scenario where you two don’t figure it out. I can’t promise it’ll go the way you want it to, but I think you owe it to each other to talk.”

Chimney nodded, “As a daily witness to you guys being… well, you, I second that. And who knows? Maybe it all does work out. You communicate instead of fighting in a supermarket or shoving each other on a basketball court, and before you know it, you’re up close and personal with that glorious mustache of his.”

“Oh, Howie,” Maddie scoffed, “that mustache is definitely just a phase. One that maybe proves my point, but a phase nonetheless.”

“You bite your tongue. It’s beautiful and here to stay.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is there something you need to tell Eddie? Or, his facial hair?”

For the second time that evening, Buck let the conversation fade into the background of his thoughts; or rather, the one thought that all the rest had melded into.

He loved Eddie—was in love with Eddie— and as terrifying as it was, the truth of it loomed too large to be reburied or ignored. He didn’t know if time and talking were the remedies his family made them out to be, but if there was any chance at all in them, he was stubborn enough to find out. The way he saw it, he’d practically been holding his breath all this time without knowing anyway, so what was a little while longer if it meant Eddie at the finish line? Unlike a certain helicopter pilot, Buck had the stamina not to settle.

[beestriker015]

Black Cat x male hero s/o

Being one of the several superheroes other than Spider-Man residing in New York, it was only a matter of time that s/o had a run in with Felicia Hardy, also known as Black Cat, which he did during one of his patrols.

“Oh? And here I was expecting the Spider to swing in and spoil my fun as always.”

She says after encountering s/o on a rooftop after her latest heist.

“Well you’ve got me instead, I hope you’re not too disappointed.”

“Far from it. In fact, I’m liking what I’m seeing.”

The feline themed cat burglar responds in a flirtatious tone while taking her sweet time eying the hero up.

“Really now? That makes two of us. You know, I’ve always been kind of a cat person.”

He flirts back as Felicia feels her face heat up slightly, much to her slight surprise.

“Oh I like you. Now let’s see if you can keep up hero.”

She then flees as s/o does his best to keep up before he eventually loses track of her.

“Darn it! I lost her! She may have gotten away this time, but something tells me I’ll be seeing her again, or at least….I hope so.”

Over the next few weeks, s/o and Felica kept running into each other, whether it’s intentional or not, and soon an attraction begins to grow between them.

“I must be out of my mind. How can I be developing feelings for her? Granted she’s not evil or anything like that, but she’s still technically a villain, and I shouldn’t be thinking about her this way. Oh jeez, what am I gonna do?”

Meanwhile, Felicia is much more accepting of her growing feelings for s/o.

“I haven’t felt this way about anyone before, and I can tell he feels the same, so it’s time for this kitty to sink her claws into a certain hero.”

She thinks to herself with a smirk while coming up with a plan.

Later on, Black Cat is met by s/o during another outing (which she planned with the sole intention of catching the hero’s attention) and quickly gets to work.

“Well well well, there’s my favorite hero, looking as handsome as ever. With how often we’ve been seeing each other, you really know how to make a girl feel special. Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

Before he could react, s/o is pulled into a deep kiss and quickly sinks into it, thus sparking a romantic relationship between him and Felicia.

Despite now being a couple, it took awhile before the two decided to reveal their civilian identities to each other, but when they finally did, it brought them closer as a result.

“So you’re the man behind the mask huh?”

“Yep. My name is s/o.”

“I’m Felicia. Felicia Hardy.”

“Felicia….a pretty name for an even prettier face.”

He says as she can’t help but blush.

“Thanks. You’re not at all bad yourself handsome. Why, I have to refrain myself from pouncing on you right this second.

Now it’s s/o’s turn to blush.

“God, I love you Felicia.”

She looks at him in shock before smiling widely.

“I love you too s/o.”

After saying those three special words for the first time, the two share a passionate kiss and embrace.

Now being in a serious relationship, s/o and Black Cat always have each other’s back despite being a hero and a villain respectively.

Dating a superhero has caused Felicia to gradually become more of a vigilante, helping her boyfriend fight villains if she can.

“We make a great team don’t we?”

“I think so too, and watching my strong handsome boyfriend take down bad guys makes this kitty purr if you know what I mean.”

“I can say the same about you beautiful.”

Even after dating for quite some time, s/o and Felicia never stop flirting with each other, often leading to spontaneous make out sessions.

As far as jealousy goes, there really isn’t any to speak of.

S/o and Black Cat are so enamored with each other that they both know there’s nothing to worry about in terms of other women/men, even taking into consideration Felicia’s flirty nature.

(If s/o ever did get bothered by his girlfriend’s meaningless flirting, she would definitely tone it down for him.)

Dates with these two can literally be anything, but their favorite thing to do is stay at home (whether it be Felicia’s apartment or where s/o lives) and watch movies together on the couch.

“This is nice, after fighting villains all week, it’s safe to say we needed this.”

“Yep, especially because I get you all to myself s/o.”

She tells him sweetly while cuddling up next to him and resting her head on his shoulder.

Because both of them are friends with Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man, it’s not uncommon for s/o and Felicia to mix things up by having a double date with him and MJ.

“Dinner was great as always, but I insist that I split the bill with you Peter.”

“You sure s/o?”

“Of course! You and MJ were kind enough to invite us to come here with you, so it’s the least I can do to thank you both.”

“What a gentleman. You got yourself a good one Felicia.”

Mary Jane tells the white haired girl, who smiles in response.

“That I do MJ, that I do.”

Should a villain ever seriously injure s/o, they’ll soon face the wrath of a very pissed off Black Cat.

“Hurting my man wasn’t very bright, so now the claws come out. They say a cat has nine lives, so let’s see how many you have!”

Luckily Spider-Man was there to stop her from doing something she’d regret.

“Cat, you don’t wanna do this! Do you think s/o would be ok with what you were about to do?”

Upon hearing the mention of her boyfriend, Felicia calms down a little and focuses on getting s/o some medical attention as Peter deals with the villain.

After s/o fully recovers, Felicia will become slightly clingy for a while.

“That scumbag was lucky Peter stopped me, because I was this close to using him as my personal scratching post, and let me tell you, this cat has some really sharp claws.”

She says with a pout while holding him tightly to her chest.

“I didn’t know my pretty kitty was so protective.”

“What can I say? I’m the type of girl who doesn’t appreciate someone messing with what’s hers.”

“Oh so I’m yours huh?”

He asks her teasingly, making his girlfriend chuckle.

“Yep, but you already knew that.”

“True, though you know that means your mine right?”

Felicia smirks in response and whispers breathily into her boyfriend’s ear.

“Oh believe me, I do. This kitty is all yours s/o.”

And just like that, things proceed to get a bit…….spicy between the two.

Nearly three years after they began dating, s/o decides it’s finally time to pop the question, and he does so after bringing Felicia to the very same rooftop where they first met.

“This place sure brings back a lot of memories doesn’t it?”

“Uh-huh, it’s where a certain handsome hero came into my life that I feel in love with. I’m so happy to have met you that night s/o.”

“I feel the same way Felicia, which is why I want us to be together for the rest of our lives. Felicia Hardy, will you marry me?”

He asks his girlfriend after getting on one knee while showing her an absolutely beautiful ring.

“I was hoping you were gonna do this at some point, because if not, I was gonna propose myself! Yes, of course I’ll marry you s/o!

She pulls him into a passionate kiss after he slips the ring on, the beautiful white haired (former) cat themed thief looking forward to having her hero boyfriend as her hero husband.

[jessicaseroticramblings]

The doorbell rang as I was getting out of the shower. I dried myself quickly then threw on a long cotton shirt. I walked downstairs and opened the door. My friend Kaitlin was standing there looking like she had been crying. She came in and sat on the couch as I closed the door. 

“Kaitlin what’s wrong? Don’t tell me he did it again?” I asked her as I sat next to her. The ‘he’ I was referring to was her bf Jim who I just hated. He had cheated on her twice but she had took him back both times. Kaitlin was way too forgiving and he would take advantage of that again and again. Kaitlin nodded and started crying again. I put my arms around her and hugged her. My shirt had fallen open a little but I was more concerned about comforting Kaitlin. 

“No more chances for that jerk. You hear me? You are too good for him,” I told her as I cuddled her. My arms were wrapped around her and as I shifted closer to hug her tighter my shirt fell open even more. “I’m not going to let you give him any more chances. He’s not going to hurt you again.”

“Um, Jessica?” she said as we held each other. 

“Yes Kaitlin.” 

“You know you’re half naked right?” she said as we continued to cuddle. 

“Oh… haha, so I am. I was just in the shower. Should I go throw some clothes on,” I asked her but she hadn’t pulled back from me. 

“Actually it’s nice feeling this close to you Jess,” she said. My breasts were pressed against her own shirt covered breasts. 

“Well why don’t you take these off and we can feel even closer,” I said and to my surprise she let go of me and slipped off her shirt and her skirt. She looked at me for a moment before hugging me and I took her in my arms again. Kaitlin was one of my best friends and even though I was bi I had never really thought about her in any sexual way before, but as we cuddled on the couch my feelings for her were changing by the second. “Kneel on the floor with me baby.” 

She let go and slipped onto the floor with me. As she knelt I moved behind her, wrapping my arms around her again to hold her. Instead of just holding her I let one hand slip between her legs to hold her through her panties, and my other hand gently cupped one of her breasts. 

“Jessica………..” she moaned softly. 

“Kaitlin, that loser doesn’t deserve a girl like you. You need to be loved and treated like a princess. I want to show you how you deserve to be treated. May I show you?” I asked her as I held her close to me. She didn’t say anything for a few moments and I suddenly thought maybe I had gone too far. 

“Show me Jessica,” she said softly and as she spoke I kissed her neck as gently squeezed her breast. Kaitlin and I had never even kissed each other before but suddenly this felt so natural. I rubbed her mound through her panties a little before I slipped my fingers inside them. I felt Kaitlin’s pussy lips and as I did she let her head lay back against my shoulder. I kissed her neck again and again as I slipped two fingers inside her. She was squirming in my grasp, moaning and reaching back to run her fingers through my hair. 

“Oh god, please Jess make me cum for you. I need it, please!” she gasped as she started grinding against my fingers inside her. Kaitlin was becoming so wet on my fingers as I plunged them in and out of her pussy, as my other hand squeezed her breast, my palm rubbing against her hard nipple. I pressed my thumb against her clit as I finger fucked her, loving how she was leaning back against my body, my own hard nipples pressing against her back. 

“Kaitlin baby I want you to cum for me. Cum for me as I hold you against me,” I whispered into her ear. She was writhing in my arms, breathing in quick short gasps. I started circling her hard nipple with my fingertip, teasing her until pinched her nipple, making her squeal and gyrate her hips like she was fucking my hand. 

“Jess….. Jess…… oh fuck Jess!” she screamed as she arched back into me, her pussy clenching and gushing over my fingers. Kaitlin came in my arms as I nibbled on her ear lobe, ordering her to cum for me. As her orgasm took hold of every inch of her body I pulled out my fingers and spanked her pussy as she squealed, then I rubbed her clit wanting to draw out her orgasm for as long as I could. As she moaned she turned her head back to me as far as she could and we kissed, my fingers still working her clit. As she calmed down slowly she turned around and we cuddled and kissed, holding each other. 

“You don’t need that loser of a bf anymore,” I said as I held her. 

“I know Jess, I just need you,” she said softly 💋

[clownprincehoeshi]

Parallel Hearts - Chapter 11

Synopsis: Never in your wildest dreams you imagined that you’ll meet your ult bias. Maybe you finally have your shot at love and happiness. Or not.

Pairing: fem reader x idol Jungkook fem reader x idol Mingyu fem reader x idol Hoshi

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Warnings: Kissing-Nudity-Sex 18+-Harrassment-Stalking-Death mentions-Cheating

Word count: 15.369

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You wake up in his arms, facing each other. His face between your breasts, just like he said he would sleep. You don’t know when he got there, but you think he could get anything he wanted from you if he would just ask. You’d give him anything and everything.

You’re laying like that, wanting to feel him next to you for a little while longer, feeling sleepy and lazy. You think he’s starting to wake up slowly, because his hands are getting a little adventurous.

You’re happy you’re wearing clothes, or else you’d be finished by the way his hands are going everywhere.

He’s very gentle though, and he keeps on pushing himself more into you with tiny whines.

One hand squeezing your waist, getting a little moan out of you.

He thinks he’s in heaven. You feel so warm and fluffy against him. He just loves your boobs and he feels he could die happy right now.

His hand moves slowly from your waist, running down to your hip and your thigh, squeezing there, then lifting your leg and putting it over his hip, pulling you even closer. You moan his name.

Your hand goes in his hair, playing with it. Mouth opening, breathing heavy when you feel his little kisses right between your breasts. Damn, why did Hana pack me this tiny top and not a full ass tshirt?

You could feel his hard cock on your thigh and your mind went foggy. You were certain your panties were soaked by now. Afterall, the whole night was tough for you.

You moaned his name again into his silky hair, pulling it gently.

His mouth started going up your collar bones, your neck, jaw. Leaving small kisses all over. You wanted him so bad. Wanted all of him. But you needed to stop. You will stop the moment your brain starts working again.

His hand leaves your thigh and comes to your cheek, caressing it.

Soonyoung: My pretty girl. Good morning!

You don’t know why, but that action makes you so fucking shy that you hide your face into his neck.

Soonyoung: Aww, getting shy on me?

Y/N: Shut uuup! (in tiny)

Soonyoung: I can’t believe you’re in my bed.

Y/N: Don’t get any ideas.

Soonyoung: Of course now. You’re not my girlfriend yet.

Y/N: Can I ask you something?

Soonyoung: I would be worried you wouldn’t

Y/N: Does it bother you that your friend is my ex?

Soonyoung: I don’t think it bothers me, but there’s something there. I don’t know how to explain, but I don’t keep that against you or him. We are humans with feelings. We can’t dictate who we love.

Y/N: I found out last night what happened with the Mingyu cheating thing.

Soonyoung: How?

Y/N: From Jungkook. He said he planned it and that Mingyu never cheated. So I need to talk to him and apologize.

Soonyoung: Knowing this now, you think…there’s a chance you two…

Y/N: Don’t even finish that sentence. No, there is zero chance.

Soonyoung: Should we get up and get breakfast? It’s almost 8, need to the ready to leave by 9.

Y/N: I don’t want to, but let’s go.

You call Hana to let her know you’re coming to your room to get ready and you find her already awake.

Before you leave, you give Soonyoung a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Hana: Hey, wifey, how did you sleep?

Y/N: Um, might have been the best sleep in months.

Hana: Why? Were you that drunk?

Y/N: I slept in Hoshi’s room.

Hana: You did whaaaat?

Y/N: Nothing happened though. It left me hot and bothered.

Hana: Anything else I need to know?

Y/N: There is so much that happened last night. I’ll tell you all about it at breakfast. Let’s hurry, I need a shower and brush my hair.

After toy have a nice breakfast with Hana and tell her the spicy details from this morning, you get to work. This time you’re having a meeting before heading to the concert venue to help with the last preparations and rehearsals.

You decided that things are starting to get better. It was hard at first, being around Mingyu and Soonyoung. You didn’t know what they thought and how they will treat you.

Well, you knew they will be respectful and professional, but things are always different in real.

After finding out that Mingyu is over what you had and he doesn’t hate you, your life became easier. Work became easier, and you always loved your work. Having good relationships with people you worked with made you more passionate about it.

Today it was sunny mostly, little white fluffy clouds moving around the sky. It was the perfect weather for you, you loved the summer and the heat.

Most of the staff were at the stadium where Seventeen are going to perform the next day. The rooms were crowded, last minute modifications on the outfits, last minute changes on the song list.

Walking on the hallways, trying to find the lights crew, you noticed a scene in the room that seemed to be for makeup and hair. Some of the guys, including Hoshi were sitting on chairs, having their makeup done.

You didn’t want to jump to conclusions and you weren’t the jealous type, but the girl doing Soonyoung’s makeup seemed a little to close and flirty with him. The little devil on your shoulder told you to stop at the door and watch.

She was all giggles and complimenting him. It was the first time you saw her doing his makeup, usually she was working only with Seokmin, Wonwoo and Joshua.

This intrigued you and you needed to know more. So you stand there silent and smiling. You couldn’t hear everything they were saying, there was too much background noise.

But one thing that you could hear very clearly was from her to him “Your lips are so juicy and sensual, could touch them all day”. Oh! Well shit!

You felt on fire and wanted to leave that spot, but it’s something you would have done before. You need to stop being impulsive in situations like this. And like you said earlier, don’t jump to conclusions. Just wait and see his reaction.

You could not hear what he said to her, you could just see his face in the mirror in front of him. He was smiling a little flustered. He likes her attention.

With a disappointed look on your face, you glanced at him once more and left. And just at that moment when you took your eyes off him and turned your back to walk away, he saw you in the mirror.

It took him exactly 5 seconds to realize that you saw the scene where the makeup artist was flirting with him and he immediately got up and went after you. Few steps around the hallways and he could not see you.

“Damn, she’s fast” he whispered to himself.

Seconds felt like minutes between all the noise and the crowds. Bumping into people, desperate to find you and explain what you saw.

But when he finally sees you, he paces his steps and manages to grab your wrist to pull you into an empty room. He knew the venue better than you and he knew a small room where they kept extra outfits. So he dragged you in there.

You found yourself being dragged in a dark room. You could see inside only when Soonyoung opened the door to get you both in there, but after, almost complete darkness.

You stayed silent and let him talk. Feeling a wall behind you, you leaned into it. His hand went from your wrist to you hand, holding it gently, his thumb stroking little circles onto the back of it.

Soonyoung: You left so fast that I didn’t get the chance to tell her to keep her inappropriate remarks to herself.

Y/N: Oh? I could only see you smiling at her flirting.

He started to move closer to you, silently. His body touching yours and his free hand coming under your jaw, touching you very gentle, almost afraid to not break you because you were made out of porcelain.

Feeling his breath on your face, you knew he was really close to you and you swallowed hard.

You felt his nose touch yours, almost like trying to look for you and reach you. His hand that was holding your went slowly to your waist, grabbing you tight this time.

Soonyoung: You have no idea what you do to me, do you?

It was felt so intimate, his lips touching yours as he spoke. He was so fucking close and it drove you crazy.

Y/N: No, tell me.

Soonyoung: I felt so sad when I saw you leave. When I saw that pretty face so disappointed. Knowing I made you feel like that. I wanted to slap myself. Don’t even think for a second that I am interested in her.

Y/N: Why would I care about it?

Soonyoung: I know you like me, I can feel it.

Y/N: Who’s jumping to conclusions now?

Soonyoung: I can prove it to you

Y/N: You can prove me that I like you? How ridiculous.

And the next second he took your breath away. His hands felt rougher on you, his lips touching your slowly, in a teasing way. Becoming more and more passionate, deeper.

You let him take the lead and take whatever he wanted. He kissed sweetly the sides of your lips, then dragging his over yours painfully slow. You really wished the room to not be so dark, because you wanted to see him right now.

When you’re really into someone, you want to see them when you kiss. It’s almost like you don’t want to miss anything.

He started kissing you deeper, tongues playing against each other. Both of you moaning with desire. Your hands went to his chest. He pushed into you more, and you could feel he was rock hard under his pants.

His hands started roaming all over your body, from your neck down to your breasts, massaging them slowly, then down to your ass, grabbing it.

Y/N: Soonyoung (you moaned into his mouth)

Soonyoung: What, baby?

Y/N: Your makeup is going to be ruined.(you tried not to fall on your knees when he called you “baby”)

Soonyoung: Well, then I guess I’ll have to tell her that my girlfriend ruined it and she’ll feel stupid for flirting with me.

Y/N: You’re so bad. She’ll be so mad

Soonyoung: I could have her get fired for what she did

Y/N: So I’m your girlfriend now?

Soonyoung: Yeah. I don’t kiss girls that are not my girlfriend.

Y/N: But you didn’t ask me if I want to be your gf

Soonyoung: The way you kissed me back is a much better response than a “yes”

And he continued kissing you more, forgetting about the rehearsal.

Soonyoung: I could kiss you forever like this

Y/N: Soonie, we need to stop and get out of here. We have work to do and you need to be on stage soon. Listen to your girlfriend

You managed to get away from each other, finally. You went ahead, pushed your head out the door to see if the coast is clear and you told him to come out after he counts to 10.

Luckily, everyone was too busy with running around and nobody could see you both getting out of that room.

Your legs and hands were shaking after what just happened and you really needed to tell someone, or else you’d scream. Going into the room where your team had set up their laptops and personal things, you see Hana working on something and you sat beside her.

Hana: There you are, why don’t you answer your messages?

Y/N: I was…busy

Hana: Doing what?

You leaned into her ear to whisper

Y/N: Kissing

Jumping from her chair, she screamed “who?”

Y/N: Calm down, idiot! If you want to know, sit down and stop being so dramatic

Hana: Was it who I think it was?

Y/N: If you’re thinking Soonyoung, yes. I just needed to tell someone, I am still shaking

Hana: Omg, this is big

Y/N: And apparently we’re bf and gf now

Hana: Nooo fucking waaayyy. How do you feel?

Y/N: I still can’t process it, it feels surreal and I don’t know what to do with myself

Hana: You’re so in love

Y/N: Shut uuup!!

The day went on without big incidents. The boys had the final rehearsal with all the outfits and makeup on, they had photos taken, some interviews and a weverse live by Jun.

Everyone decided to stay indoor tonight, it was something they did before each concert, not wanting to tire themselves. So you didn’t bother Hoshi with texts or calls. But he wanted to be bothered, especially by his girlfriend.

It was close to 9 PM and he called you.

Soonyoung: Hi, girlfriend

Y/N: Oh, hi

Soonyoung: That’s how you greet your boyfriend? Rude!

Y/N: I… Hana’s here

Soonyoung: And you don’t want her to know how much you like me, got it

Y/N: What you doing, ready for bed?

Soonyoung: Yeah, but a little sad you’re not here.

Y/N: That would not be the best idea, you need to rest

Soonyoung: Are you saying we would not sleep if you were here?

Y/N: I don’t know, I’m not saying anything

Soonyoung: What if we agree to behave? Will you come and cuddle?

Y/N: Nope. Stop tempting me

Soonyoung: Damn, that’s disappointing. Will you cuddle me tomorrow night?

Y/N: Tomorrow night you will need even more rest after the concert, and then the next day you have rehearsals again for the next concert. Also, we should probably take this slow.

Soonyoung: But baby… I really love cuddling you and waking up next to you

Y/N: Stop calling me that(whining)

Soonyoung: You don’t like it?

Y/N: I like it. Too much. It does things to me and I’m not ready for it

Soonyoung: Can’t promise I won’t call you baby again, sorry. It just comes naturally

Y/N: You’re going to kill me

At this point, Hana was so curious that she made signals for you to put it on speaker, but you refused. She was waiting in the middle of the room, standing, with her arms on her hips, ready to scold you.

Y/N: You should sleep, ok? And we will see each other tomorrow at breakfast anyway

Soonyoung: I should listen to my girlfriend. Good night, baby, can’t wait to see your pretty face tomorrow

Y/N: Good night Soonie, muah!

Hana: Spill! Did he want you to sleep with him?

Y/N: Well, he asked to go cuddle

Hana: Why didn’t you?

Y/N: Uh, I don’t want to rush into sex

Hana: Then don’t do it, just cuddle

Y/N: Ha! Like it’s that easy to not fuck his brains out while lying next to him

Hana: Come on, how hard is it to keep it in your pants?

Y/N: I feel like it would be impossible for me. Right now, with him.

Hana: But…why don’t just do it if that’s what you feel?

Y/N: I just need to trust him more, maybe see more things coming from him, to prove to me that I can really trust him. I could just fuck him and have fun, but there are feelings involved and it changes everything.

Hana knew exactly what you meant, because thinking back few days ago, she did sleep with one of the dancers after they just met. And she had no feelings for him, it was just for fun.

Also, she knew your mind was probably filed with thoughts of insecurities, because Soonyoung was not a stranger, a guy you just met. You knew him for quite some time and you knew about his love life and that he had none recently, and he wasn’t obsessed with getting under girl’s skirts.

She knew you still had doubts when it came to men, but she also hoped you will get to heal from that and build something beautiful with Hoshi.

Laying in your bed, lights off, your eyes closed, you remembered all the nights you spent next to Mingyu in your bed, just as friends. You were attracted to him, of course, but not in love yet.

Now, you know for sure that only a kiss could make you go crazy and just jump Soonyoung. So no, spending the night in the same bed was not a good idea for now.

You didn’t set a date or a number of days on when sex is on the table, you just knew you wanted to wait and do it when it felt right. But you’ll talk to him about it and he’ll understand.

You found yourself shaking every time you saw him now. You didn’t know how to act around him anymore, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself.

At breakfast, you were sat next to Hana and Jun and when Hoshi arrived, he sat on the other side of the table, facing you.

He didn’t do anything to raise suspicion in front of the staff. Only you and Hana knew about your new relationship and you had no idea how to tell Jun.

But since he’s a person that is rather observant, he saw little signs that made him question your friendship with Hoshi.

Jun: What’s going on between you two? Why are you acting like this? You’re being weird

Hoshi leaned forward to whisper to Jun “We’re boyfriend and girlfriend now”(with the biggest grin on his face)

Jun’s eyes doubled in size, he coughed his coffee out and looked at you in shock

Jun: You are what? Bitch, what?

Y/N: Yeap, happened yesterday.

Jun: Wow! I’ll get back on you about this, I need a moment to gather my brain off the floor, because it exploded.

And he went quiet after that, continuing with his food and coffee. He didn’t want to talk about that there, but he will talk your ear off later tonight.

Seungcheol suddenly came to sit next to Hoshi

Seungcheol: It’s done, she’s out already, going back to Seoul today, and blacklisted for future companies.

Soonyoung: Great news. Thanks, Cheol

Jun: What happened?

Seungcheol: Right, I didn’t let everyone know yet. One of the makeup artists crossed the line with Hoshi and we fired her

You tried to stay composed, though you immediately looked at Soonyoung

Jun: What did she do?

Soonyoung: She first made some cringy remarks about my lips, then about my abs, to eventually ask me if I was busy that night and if I wanted to have some fun.

Jun: What the fuck, dude!

Soonyoung: Yeah, that’s what I said. And she was working with us for over one year. I guess she waited to take her shot, since yesterday was her first time doing my makeup.

Seungcheol: It’s all good, we will manage without her

Hoshi looked at you, pouting.

Soonyoung: I felt violated. Really.

Seungcheol hugged him, comforting him and letting the others know that any inappropriate behavior from the staff should not be tolerated.

You felt bad for Soonyoung, you know the feeling since all your life you had creepy men doing creepy things to you. Sometimes just strangers on the street yelling rude shit at you, or even touching you, or at the workplace with colleagues crossing the line.

Later in the day, before the show would start, you sent a text to Soonyoung to tell him you’re sorry about what happened and you understand how he feels and that you’re there for him.

He replied with “thanks, pretty. I’m so lucky to have you”

The concert was a success, like usual. They had a weverse life together after and ended up at the hotel after midnight. It’s then when Hoshi sent you a text, asking you to come to his room to talk for a bit before bed.

You knocked on his door with butterflies in your stomach, hoping you two will behave.

Opening the door, you found a pretty serious Soonyoung. He immediately hugged you tight as soon you entered his room.

Y/N: What’s wrong, Soonie?

Soonyoung: I need to talk to you about something. Let’s sit

You both sat on his bed and as he took both your hands into his, he looked at you with glassy eyes.

Y/N: You’re scaring me

Soonyoung: So, to make this as short as I can, we had a meeting with the managers and they decided it would be best for me to join Jeonghan in the military after the tour is over.

You became quiet, not knowing what to say. It was not your place to make decisions anyway.

Soonyoung: Say something

Y/N: I…don’t know what to say. Will you go now?

Soonyoung: I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to go now, but I think it’s for the best of the team. I just need to know your thoughts too

Y/N: Of course I would not want you to go, but the group is more important and I trust that you will make the right decision.

Soonyoung: I don’t want to let you go now that I have you

He gave you a big pout and looked down at your hands holding his.

Soonyoung: I want to be with you

Y/N: But you are with me, you have me. I will wait for you, no matter what

Looking back at you, you could see a little smile forming

Soonyoung: Will you?

Y/N: Of course, don’t ever doubt that

Soonyoung: If I go now, it means in one month. We would only have one month

Y/N: Then we should take advantage of this month as much as we can. I don’t want you to hold back because of me. Just do what you feel is good for you and the team. I will be here waiting. And we’ll see each other whenever you get days off.

Soonyoung: Come here

He pulls you into his lap, holding you close. Taking you in, his face buried into your hair.

Soonyoung: Thank you for being so supportive

Y/N: Thank you for talking to me about it, it means a lot

Soonyoung: Can you kiss me now? Please?

You kissed him ever so gentle and slow. Putting into that kiss everything you felt for him, the happiness he brought into your life and the sadness of knowing he’ll be gone for more that one year.

But he pulled back after a few minutes, feeling overwhelmed with everything.

Y/N: I should let you rest.

Soonyoung: Ok. Thanks for everything, really

You gave him a sweet small kiss on his lips and told him good night, then you left to your room.

You cried a little when you told Hana about the news.

Hana: At least he told you about it and wanted to make a decision also based on your thoughts. I think it’s sweet.

Y/N: He’s the sweetest

Hana: What are you going to do, what are you thinking?

Y/N: I think I need to let down my walls and take advantage of these last weeks we have together and just show him how I feel.

You couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about him. You knew he will be leaving eventually, but now that it was actually happening, you felt your heart break.

This changes things. Wanting to put the sex on wait was not an option anymore. That’s why you decided you’ll spend the night with him after you finish with the shows in Milano and head to Berlin. You’ll have a couple of days off then.

Your mind was like scrambled eggs, happy that you had the man you loved, but sad that he’ll be gone soon for quite a while, often finding yourself spacing out.

Just like you were dong now, while on the plane to Berlin, sitting next to Jun who was telling you something.

Jun: Are you ok?

Y/N: I don’t think I am, Juni

Jun: Awww, my little tomato. Tell me what’s on your mind

Y/N: Promise you’ll keep it to yourself?

Jun: I promise

Y/N: Soonyoung will leave at the same time as Jeonghani for their enlistment. We talked and he asked what I think about it, and I said he should do what’s best for the group.

Jun: That’s… I’m sorry. I am guessing you will continue your relationship, right?

Y/N: Yeah, of course. I’m 100 percent in this, I want this with him. I hope he’s sure too.

Jun: Did he give you reasons to doubt?

Y/N: No, I guess not. But you know me. Men. Eh.

Jun: Ok, but let’s try and be optimistic. I am sure everything will turn out fine

Y/N: I will miss him so much. And Jeonghan too. I’m so glad you don’t need to go.

He took your hand into his and kept it like that, comforting you. From the seats in front of you, Hoshi’s head appeared, turning to you with a frown.

Soonyoung: Ya, what’s going on here? Why are you holding my girlfriend’s hand?

You started giggling, telling him you can hold your bro’s hand.

Soonyoung: Oh really? Let’s see you make it up to me this time.

Y/N: Oh, I will, Soonie (winking at him, then he turned around to sit)

First thing you did after arriving in Berlin was to look for a nice place to eat. Some of the guys wanted to try german food and they dragged you with them. Hana went to spend time with her dancer, so you were the only girl there.

But being only with the guys meant you didn’t need to hide your relationship from prying eyes of the staff.

A nice meal and a cold beer in great company was what you needed in that moment. And you could feel a tension in the air with the others. Was probably the exhaustion after these months of touring, stress, or who knows.

You saw Hoshi grabbing another bottle of beer and you needed him sober tonight, so you gently put your hand on his thigh and lean into his ear.

Y/N: Baby? Let’s not get drunk today, ok? I need you sober.

His face went red immediately at your words. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the pet name or the thoughts that went trough his head, wondering why you need him sober.

He looked at you, his mouth an o shape and eyes wide. Your hand on his thigh started to rub it up and down slowly and you smiled at him.

Soonyoung: I’m drinking water from now on. I’m a good boy and I listen to my girlfriend.

Then you placed a kiss on his cheek and brushed a strand of hair from his eyes.

Y/N: You have the prettiest eyes

Sooyoung felt loved. No other girl complimented his eyes before and he always said he wished they were bigger. But you made sure he knew he was perfect and everything about him is perfect.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and put his hand over yours that was placed on his thigh.

Seokmin: Ya, you two, cut it out. Some of us are single and you’re rubbing it in.

Jeonghan: Guys, I have something important to say

Everyone goes silent, since it’s Jeonghan.

Jeonghan: Me and Hoshingi have had a talk with the company and we decided that he’s going to enlist together with me, after this tour is over.

Dino: Hyung, you’re going too?

Soonyoung: Yeah, we’ve been thinking that it’s better for the group, and maybe we get to go in 3 waves so that we come back faster. So now it’s going to be Seungcheol, Jeonghan and me.

You see Mingyu looking at you with a pout, feeling sad for you. You can read on his lips “are you ok?” and you nod at him.

He knows better than anyone how hard was for you when Jungkook left to the military without a word, and now it’s like history repeats itself in a way. Memories from those times when he spent so many nights in your bed, cuddling you and whishing it was him you wanted, not his friend.

He feels a hole in his chest and tries to shake those memories away. No, he won’t go back to what he felt back then. Would be easy. You, alone again, crying after a man who left. No! Stop! Just stay out of her life, Kim Mingyu!

Mingyu never told you, but he still had feelings for you. It wasn’t like in Jungkook’s case. Jungkook had an obsession and he felt like he owned you and if he didn’t have you, no one should. That’s not love, he thinks.

But with Mingyu, he was happy if you were happy. He was always selfless like that, even though it hurt like hell. He just wants to be in your life, even if just as a friend.

He’s always going to be there for you.

Outside, rain started. It was like how everyone was feeling. Dino even cried, hugging Hoshi. He really loves his hyung like a real brother and he said he’s going to feel lost without him.

It was an emotional dinner but all you could think about was having Soonyoung on top of you, fucking you slowly. You tried all evening to behave and keep your hands to yourself, but you couldn’t wait any longer, so you whispered in his ear.

Y/N: Soonyoungie…please, I can’t take it anymore. Can we leave?

Soonyoungie: What is it, love? Are you not feeling well?

Y/N: Something like that. I’ve been trying to be good all evening.

Soonyoung finally realizes what you’re talking about and he raises to his feet, tells everyone he’s tired and needs to go. He takes your hand fast and walks to the door.

Soonyoung: The hotel is right over the corner

Y/N: We don’t have an umbrella

Soonyoung: Let’s run for it

Y/N: We’re going to get soaked

Soonyoung: It’s a hot summer rain, not acid. Come on!

He starts running, dragging you with him. Took less than 2 minutes to get lost. You see, Hoshi was not very good with directions. You stopped under a small pergola. Rain was really pouring.

Soonyoung: Wait, let me remember how we go from the hotel to the restaurant. I swear we took a right, then a left and we were there.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into you, kissing him. Both your faces soaked, water dropping from your hair. You could taste the rain on his lips.

The thing about him was that he never denied your kisses. He would always give into them. He would kiss you back always.

He pulled you impossibly close, all your clothes wet. The rain felt warm on your hot skin. Maybe you were too turned on.

You pulled away from him and ran into the rain. You knew the way back to the hotel, and he smiled when he realized.

The elevator ride was really tough. They had cameras in there and you didn’t wan to risk it, so you kept your distance.

But as soon as you both entered his room, nothing could stop you. You found yourself with your back pushed into the door, his body against yours. Both his hands on the sides of your head, caging you in.

Soonyoung: Now you’re mine, my beautiful girl

That sounded incredibly sexy to you, coming from him, and your knees almost gave out. You dragged your hands over his chest, moving them down, feeling his hard abs.

Y/N: I need this off

Soonyoung: Take everything you want off, then

You pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere into the room. Your eyes on his naked figure.

Y/N: God, you’re so sexy

Your hands flew to touch every inch of skin. You swear you could cum just from looking at his face and touching him like this.

Y/N: Kiss me. Touch me

He smashed his lips into yours again, his hands going to work on the buttons of your dress. He was being so slow.

Soonyoung: I need you. I want you so bad, you don’t understand

You moaned into his mouth, your hands going to his pants, pulling them down. Left only with his boxers on, the print of his hard cock was obvious under the soaked underwear.

He finished with the last button on your dress, now opened for his eyes. No bra and no panties. His eyes wide and mouth watering at the beautiful sight in front of him.

Soonyoung: Fuck, you’re going to kill me like this.

You took his hands that were almost too shy to touch your naked body and you put them on your breasts. He’s very gentle and in awe.

Soonyoung: You’re so perfect. Shit, baby. I want to taste every single inch of your body

He lifts you up and takes you to his bed. He sits you on the edge and starts to kiss you again. This kiss was filled with lust and passion. Moans and whimpers from both of you filling the room as his hands were traveling down your body until one reached your wet and needy pussy.

Soonyoung: How do you like to be touched here?

Y/N: Gentle and slow

Soonyoung: Fuck, I can’t believe you’re mine

As he’s saying that, his fingers start to run small circles on your clit, making you moan louder into his mouth.

Soonyoung: Love hearing you like this, all for me

Y/N: Soonyoungie

Then his fingers trail down to your hole, sinking one in.

Soonyoung: You’re so fucking wet

Y/N: God, that feels so good

Soonyoung: It’s just one finger and you’re squeezing it so tight

Your hand travels between your bodies and grabs his hard cock over his wet boxers.

Soonyoung: Fuck

Y/N: You’re so big(whispering into his lips). I want to feel it inside me. I need to feel you inside me right now

Soonyoung: But..

Y/N: Please, Soonie. Just a little

He couldn’t say no to you. Not when you were naked under him, putty in his hands, your eyes filled with want and love. Then he pulled his boxers down, to the floor and came closer, his hips between your legs, his leaking cock ready to push into your wet hole.

You pulled him into your lips, kissing him slow, whispering filthy words. Then you felt him sink into you slowly. You knew you didn’t need more, you felt it coming. You felt so much and so deep for him, that just an inch was enough to make you cum.

Your body started shaking, your head thrown back into the matress, moans and curses leaving your mouth, your pussy squeezing his cock so tight, he could barely move.

Y/N: God, Soonyoung! Don’t stop. So good

Soonyoung: Shit, you’re cuming already. Fuck! Fuck!

Y/N: More, please more

Multiple orgasms take over your body, as he’s pushing deeper. He’s doing it slow while holding you close and kissing you.

Soonyoung: That’s it, baby. Let go, I got you

He’s thinking you’re the most beautiful sight ever and this must be the most intense sex he’s ever had. It’s great for his ego to watch you cum so fast and hard under him.

As a helpless romantic, he keeps the pace slow, wanting to make love to you. Keeping your body close to his, his lips always on you, his eyes locked with yours.

He can feel your grip on him loosening up, so he stops to look at you and see how you’re feeling. You’re both breathing heavy, hearts racing. He can’t stop smiling.

Soonyoung: How you feeling, baby?

Y/N: Like I died and went to heaven. You?

Soonyoung: So good and happy

Your pussy is spasming around his cock after all those intense orgasms. It’s still pleasurable even like this, with him being still. He whines at the sensation.

Soonyoung: I could be inside you all day and all night if you’d let me. But I really need to worship your perfect body right now

He starts with little kisses all over your face, reaching to your mouth, kissing you slow and passionate. You feel his cock twitch inside you and you need more, so you try to move your nips under him and it gives you the desired friction.

But then he pulls out and continues his kisses down your jaw, your neck, your breasts. He takes his time there, rubbing his face on them, tracing his wet tongue all over. Stopping at the nipples to suck on them. You feel a ball of pleasure building up and you could cum if he’ll continue sucking on your tits like this.

Y/N: I love how gentle you are with me

His mouth travels south, to your tummy, hips, thighs. He loves to tease you. He knows you want his mouth devouring your pussy and he’s taking his time. Then you start to whine.

Y/N: Please…please

Soonyoung: What do you need, pretty girl?

Y/N: Your mouth. I need you to make me cum with your mouth

And he dives in, using his lips, tongue and fingers to pleasure you. The sounds you make are so filthy that he swears he will cum untouched.

You had this fantasy about his lips on your pussy, so you lift yourself on your elbows to watch what he’s doing. Oh, the sight. His pretty face with those pretty eyes on your, with those pretty lips sucking on your clit.

Y/N: Aaahh, you’re going to make me cum

Soonyoung: Cum for me, baby. Wanna make you feel good

And you feel that wave of pleasure all over your body, not being able to stop moaning his name. His deep sex voice did things to you. He sounds so pornographic

Y/N: If you don’t fuck me right now I’ll cry. I need you

He hovers over your spent body, his face right next to yours.

Soonyoung: Let me see you

And he’s pushing into you once more. The sensation so intense you feel another orgasm getting closer

Y/N: Oh my God, Soonyoung! You feel so good, don’t stop. Right there. Faster

Soonyoung: My baby wants it faster?

Y/N: Mhm mmmm

He’s fucking into you faster, still holding you close. His chest rubbing over your tits. He loves feeling your hard nipples on his bare pecs.

You look into his eyes and get an incredible need to tell him. It just feels so right. Just like you and him naked, making love feels so right.

You feel like you belong together and that you want to be his forever. So you say it. You don’t care anymore. Your brain might explode if you don’t tell him right now.

You cup his cheeks with your hands, trying to control your moaning so you can speak.

Y/N: Soonyoungie..

He’s going slower now, trying to focus on your words

Soonyoung: Yes, baby

Y/N: I love you so much. I need you to know

You feel him pacing up again, sloppy thrusts, brows furrowing, biting his lower lip. Then you feel him releasing deep inside you, moaning into your mouth “fuck, I love you Y/N. I love you so fucking much”

That triggered your orgasm and you came hard, squeezing and milking his cock from everything he had.

He kept on thrusting into you slower and slower, until both of you came down after your highs. Kissing you sweetly, praising you and telling you how good you feel. He kept his forehead glued to yours, his eyes not leaving yours.

You never made love like this, never had so much eye contact during sex. It felt like he was starring into your soul, like he could understand you, like he knew what your body needed.

You kept on kissing, him still being inside you. His hands trailed from your hips to your waist, your tits. Then he grabbed both your hands, intertwined his fingers with yours and pushed your arms over your head.

It all felt so intimate, so safe. You never felt like this.

When you needed air, he lifted his face off yours and smiled. You were both still panting, sweaty and you were sure your face was bright pink by now.

Soonyoung: What the fuck was that? Was that sex? Is this how it’s supposed to be?

You giggle and lift your face to give him a peck on the lips

Y/N: I have no words, Soonie. It just felt so good

Soonyoung: Can say that again. And we just started. Can you imagine how it’s going to be after a few weeks? Months? Shit!

Y/N: I think I can imagine how it’s going to be when you’re in the military. We’re going to fuck like two lunatics when we’re finally going to meet on your free days.

Soonyoung: Please, don’t remind me, I might cry. I’ll miss you so much. I’ll be horny all the time, waiting for the day when I get to touch you

Y/N: That sounds kinda hot, actually

Soonyoung: We should clean up

Y/N: Does that mean you’re going to pull that perfect cock out of me?

Soonyoung: Aww. You think it’s perfect?

Y/N: Yah hah. And it’s mine now

Soonyoung: You’re so cute

He lifts his body up, pulling out slowly. You watch his every move and you feel like you wanna fuck him again. Seeing his perfectly sculpted body, covered in sweat, those puffy lips, those veins under his abs that travel down to his semi hard cock. He looks good to eat.

He stops for a while to admire his work and watch his cum dripping out of your pussy. He feels hypnotised, he never thought this will turn him on this much.

Soonyoung: Let’s get in the shower, I don’t think we are done here.

He takes your hand and guides you to the bathroom, turns the shower on and gets back to kissing you until the water gets warm.

You feel more of his cum running down your thighs and you want to be filled by him again.

With one quick move, he turns you around, facing the mirror, and he’s pushing you forward until you touch the sink with your hips. You can feel his cock hard again, rubbing on your bare ass.

His hands go straight to your breasts, playing with them. His eyes again on yours, watching you trough the mirror in front of you.

Small whimpers coming out of your mouth while you’re biting your lip. He starts licking, biting and kissing your shoulder and neck, making your hips move against him, rubbing your ass on his length.

Y/N: I want you

Soonyoung: Like this?

Y/N: Yes

Soonyoung: What a dirty girl you are, wanting to watch yourself getting fucked

Then you feel him slide into your soaked pussy from behind. He pushed just the tip, not wanting to give you all so easily

Y/N: More, please!

Soonyoung: Beg for it

Y/N: Don’t do this

Soonyoung: Let me hear you beg

Y/N: My God, baby! Please! Please fuck me deeper! I need to feel you deep

Soonyoung: And why is that? Why do you need me so bad?

Y/N: You make me feel so good(and he’s pushing a little deeper). Fuck!

Soonyoung: What else?

Y/N: I…I love you(now he’s all the way in). Mmmyeessss

He puts one hand around your neck, chocking you, the other on your tits. His mouth all over your ear, licking it and whispering into it

Soonoung: Look at us. Look how sexy you are like this, begging for my cock. Being such a good girl for me

A few more more thrusts and he pulls out, stepping into the shower

Y/N: Soonieeee, why?

Soonyoung: Come here, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you in every single spot in this apartment

He takes the shower gel and pours some on your body, spreading it all over slowly. His hands massaging your tits drives you crazy. So you go to his cock, grabbing it with both hands, rubbing up and down, making him moan.

In seconds, you’re on your knees in front of him and his eyes are about to pop out.

He’s never seen such a pretty view, his hand going to brush some strands of hair from your face, then rubbing his thumb on your cheek lovingly.

Soonyoung: You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?

You flash a cheeky smile, raising your hand to grab his fat cock, stroking it right in front on your face.

Your mouth incredibly close to the tip.

Y/N: I always loved these veins on your abs. So fucking sexy

Soonyoung: Have you been thirsting over my abs?

Y/N: Couldn’t help it

Soonyoung: Take whatever you want, baby. I’m all yours. Ruin me

You start dragging your tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock, then licking the head, tasting the precum that started dripping down.

He’s already gone, and when you sink your mouth on his length, he needs to hold on to something.

Your moans around his cock don’t help his state, or your hungry eyes that are locked on his. You just love to watch him lose himself because of you.

He never thought his balls getting sucked into your mouth entirely would turn him on so much. You decided you wanted to edge him before deciding what to do with him next. Let him cum in your mouth or deny him? Let him beg? Have him fuck you? So many possibilities.

Y/N: Baby wants to cum?

Soonyoung: YYY…yeees

He can see your eyes sparkle, like you’re plotting something. And he was right. You’re spending the next minutes edging him and making him beg for release.

And you suck him off until he cums into your mouth only after you’re pleased. Bobbing your head back and forth, spiting on his cock, working what you can’t get into your mouth with your hand.

You feel him releasing deep down your throat, moaning and whimpering.

Y/N: Mmm, my good boy

Soonyoung: Fuck, that was so hot

He helps you get up and you actually end up showering this time. You fucked one more time when you went to bed, while you were trying to sleep. You were both too in love and into each other to keep it together. You just wanted him all the time.

You fell asleep in his arms. You could feel all night little kisses all over your bare skin, whenever he would move a bit. And you returned them.

When you woke up in the morning you were still glued to each other.  After that night, you ended up sleeping in his bed almost every night until the end of the tour.

At the same time, something strange started to happen since then. You started receiving texts from unknown numbers, but they all seemed to be from the same person.

At first you thought it was Jungkook, because why not. He did this shit before. And in a moment of rage you called him.

Y/N: I swear to God, Jungkook, if you’re involved in this I’m not going to let it go this time.

Jungkook: What are you talking about? What did I do?

Y/N: Are you the creep who’s sending me weird texts?

Jungkook: Am not, but this sounds serious. I’m not that type of person anymore. What does he want? I’m guessing it’s a he?

Y/N: I think it’s a he. He keeps rambling about me being a bitch for getting into another relationship and how me and him belong together. And how he’s going to ruin my relationship and I will realise that he’s the one for me, not some k pop boy.

Jungkook: Ok, so then we could presume he’s not a k pop boy then.

Y/N: Right. But the thing is I have no idea about other guys liking me

Jungkook: Oh, honey. I bet there are dozens out there that are into you

Y/N: What do you know?

Jungkook: I am a guy, I have eyes and ears, I know, trust me. When we were together and even after, there were many situations where guys would ask about you.

Y/N: Oh.

Jungkook: Anyway, you’re in a relationship?

Y/N: Yeah

Jungkook: Congratulations, he is a lucky guy. Is it Hoshi?

Y/N: Yes, it’s him

Jungkook: Yeah, figured. The way you were looking at each other gave it away

Y/N: I’m sorry if it’s uncomfortable for you. We don’t need to talk about it

Jungkook: Nah, it’s fine. I’m really happy for you. In the end it was only natural for you to find an actual kind person, and not a jerk

Y/N: Thanks, Kook

Jungkook: Sooo, maybe talk to Mingyu about this stalker. He might know how to help.

Y/N: Thanks, I think I will.

Tour has ended and you were back in Seoul. It was good to be home, but you hoped the tour to last some more, because the end of it means your boyfriend’s enlistment.

They decided after Jeonghan’s birthday, so you had a couple of weeks left.

Things got back to normal at the office. You even got a raise and a promise for promotion in the next year or so, after one more big project.

You wanted to tell the guys what has been going on with your stalker, so you asked Hoshi to gather Jun, Mingyu, Seungcheol, Jeonghan and Joshua at his place.

All he knew about this was that you were getting weird messages here and there, but you tried not to sound to worried, because he had the tour on his mind.

It was a Friday and you just got home from work. Later in the evening Hana will pick you up to go to Hoshi’s apartment complex.

Reaching the door to your own apartment, you found an envelope pushed under it. You found it weird that anyone would enter your building and leave something at your door.

You had security downstairs and nobody was allowed to go up without your knowledge. So before touching the envelope, you went back down to speak with the guys from security.

They said nobody came to leave anything for you or even ask for you that day.

Watching a lot of crime shows, you were very careful with this. So you asked one of the guards to come with you upstairs and check to see if your apartment is safe, and help you open the envelope.

Reaching your door again, you open it carefully, the guard goes inside and check all the rooms and closets. At least nobody’s there.

You put a pair of plastic gloves on and open the envelope. It was a letter inside, written by hand in Korean. You didn’t recognise the writing but you knew immediately it was from the stalker. Inside the envelope there were also a few photos of you.

You looked closely at them and you noticed that they were taken in different cities you went with the SVT tour.

Well shit, this guy knows where I live.

You thank the guard and tell him he can go back downstairs. You immediately called Hoshi. He didn’t answer. You knew he was working. Then tried Jun. then Mingyu. Nothing. Left a text with Jeonghan. I’ll call Hana then.

Y/N: Girl, I’m fucking scared.

Hana: Oh no. What happened?

Y/N: The stalker knows where I live. I found a letter with photos from the tour, right under my door.

Hana: No fucking way! I’ll fucking kill this guy!

Y/N: I tried reaching the guys but they are at work right now. I don’t know what to do. Should I call the police?

Hana: Let’s try to calm down first. What does the letter say?

Y/N: He continues with threats. Saying that I will pay for being with another man that’s not him, that I have been a slut for k pop boys, that he’s a real man. And I think he was the one that attacked me that night in front of my building.

Hana: Fuck! You’re right, it could have been him. I am stuck at the bank right now. Let me call Jaehyun

You go back to the door and make sure again it’s closed. You walk to every window and look down into the street, even though you live at 15th floor and could not notice if anyone acts suspicious.

Then Hana calls

Hana: Wife, you should try and reach Jungkook or Eunwoo, they should be free right now and maybe one of them can come and spend some time with you before I get there, ok?

Y/N: Oh, I don’t think it’s a good idea. Jungkook in my house? While I have a boyfriend? Hoshi would flip. And me and Eunwoo are not that close.

Hana: Oh, shut up. Both of them would help you if you asked. We are all in the same group of friends, we need to help each other. And Hoshi will understand. You have no one else to call, anyway and you’re scared. Please!

Y/N: Ok, I’ll call Jungkook

Before calling him, you feel another wave of anxiety and you wonder if the guard looked carefully all over the apartment. Now you’re going crazy, grabbing a knife from the kitchen and going trough each room and little corner where a person could hide.

Only after you’re sure the guy could crawl and hide into the tv, you can relax. So you call Jungkook.

Jungkook: Hey, what’s up?

Y/N: Did Jaehyung tell you anything?

Jungkook: No, about what?

Y/N: Well, you remember the stalker and the texts? He knows where I live, he left a letter under my door today and I’m fucking scared. Everyone is busy or at work and…

Jungkook: I’m coming, leaving right now. Is it safe to stay there since he knows where you live?

Y/N: I don’t know, I can’t think straight right now.

Jungkook: Ok, I’m staying on the phone with you until I get there. Everything’s going to be ok. Just don’t open the door to anyone, don’t go out, and you’ll be safe.

Y/N: Ok..

You got so emotional that you started crying. You tried to keep it in and not let him notice, but he knew you to well.

Still, he didn’t say anything about it. He knew you were not a person who cries easily or panics, so what he needed to do now was to change the subject into something more positive.

Jungkook: So how was being on tour with SVT?

Y/N: It was great, felt like vacation sometimes(trying to speak between sobs)

Jungkook: Good, good. We’re going to go on tour soon also. I can’t wait, it’s been a while for us as a group.

Y/N: Kook?

Jungkook: Yeah?

Y/N: Someone is knocking on my door.

Jungkook: Don’t answer and keep quiet.

Y/N: My interphone screen doesn’t work

Jungkook: You still have the peep hole

Y/N: I’m scared to get close to the door

Jungkook: Nothing is going to happen, you’re safe in there. He can’t break the door

Y/N: Ok, I’m gong to look. Shit, more knocking. Persistent

Jungkook: Well? What do you see?

Y/N: Fuck! I think it’s the guy. He’s wearing a delivery guy uniform and a mask. Can’t see the face. Has a paper bag in his arms. He won’t leave

Jungkook: 5 minutes and I’m in front of your building

Y/N: Hurry. Please

Jungkook: Breathe, ok? I’ll be there. Nothing’s going to happen to you

You run back to your kitchen, hiding after the kitchen island, holding the knife. The guy started to hit the door with his feet right now, really hard.

Y/N: Shit shit

Jungkook: What?

Y/N: He’s hitting the door with his feet and pushing himself into it

Jungkook: Call the security

Y/N: That means I have to hang up with you and that terrifies me more

Jungkook: Fuck! I’m going to break his legs. I’m here. I’ll take the elevator to the 14th, then tale the stairs to 15th so he can’t hear and run

Y/N: Please be careful, he might be armed

Jungkook: I’ll ask one of the guards to come with me, don’t worry. I’m hanging up now

After 2 minutes you hear loud noises outside, even screams. You go to look trough the hole and you Jungkook trying to keep the guy on the floor, punching him.

In seconds, everything goes to shit, because you see the stalker getting up and running, while Jungkook holds his hands close to him and the guard is running after the guy.

Right then, you open the door to check on Jungkook and you see he’s bleeding.

Y/N: Omg, Kook! Where are you hurt?

Jungkook: Just my hand, he took out a knife and I managed to take it from him before he stabbed me.

Y/N: Shit! Come inside, let’s stop the bleeding and we’re going to the hospital

You two get inside and you bring the first aid kit, try to clean his cut and tie some bandages over it, putting pressure.

Then you left to the closest hospital, taking his car.

Y/N: I can’t believe he wanted to stab you. I’ll kill him with my own hands

Jungkook: Didn’t know you like me this much to kill for me

Y/N: Not funny, Kook. You could have been dead because of me

Jungkook: It’s not your fault and I just got a cut. What you should worry about is that the creep has a knife on him and he wanted to use it on you. Also, he escaped and he will come back to finish his job. We need to find you a new place.

Y/N: You can be sure I am not spending one single night in that apartment again.

Jungkook left messages on the 97’s group chat, telling them what happened. At the hospital, they took care of him right away when they saw who he was. He didn’t let you stay two feet away from him.

He asked the hospital staff to call the police, since this was an attack, and you both would place charges.

It took a couple of hours and you told Hana to come pick you up from there. As you were still talking to the cops, your phone was going crazy. Calls and texts, probably Mingyu saw the messages in the group and told everyone.

You needed to answer to Hoshi’s call, so you excused yourself for a minute.

Y/N: Hiii

Soonyoung: Omg, are you ok? Where are you, I’m coming to get you

Y/N: I’m ok, nothing happened to me. We’re at the hospital now with the police. Hana’s coming to get me and we’re coming to yours.

Soonyoung: Are you still with Jungkook there?

Y/N: Yes, he’s here too. He got injured.

Soonyoung: Oh.

Y/N: Don’t worry, ok? In 15 minutes I’m heading to your place and we talk there. Gotta go, Soonie

Soonyoung: Please be careful and call me immediately if something happens

You say goodbye to Jungkook and promise to keep in touch, the you leave. When you see Hana, she’s running to you crying.

Hana: Omg, pookie! I got so scared

She’s hugging you, leaving you without air.

Hana: Let’s get you to your man. He kept on insisting to come get you himself but if would have taken too much time.

Y/N: Awww, poor Soonie

Hana: Yeah, he even cried on the phone after he found out from Mingyu

Y/N: Let’s go, I need to get out of this place

Arriving at Hoshi’s place you were finally feeling safe, after so many hours.

He opened the door and you jumped in his arms, crying. It took him a few minutes to hold and comfort you until you relaxed.

Y/N: I was so scared. I felt like I had no one to call. I felt so lonely. I’m sorry for calling Jungkook

Soonyoung: Baby..I’m not mad about that. I’m happy he got there in time and that nothing worse happened. I can’t believe you went trough this, I’m so sorry

Y/N: It was awful

Soonyoung: You’re staying with me for a while, ok?

Y/N: But..

Soonyoung: No buts, I will be leaving in 2 weeks anyway, so why not spend as much time as we can together. And you’ll be safe here, it’s a very closed off complex and well guarded.

Y/N: I would love to stay with you

Mingyu: I made some relaxing tea, drink some. Are you hungry?

Y/N: Yeah, starving

Jeonghan comes and hold your hand, a sad look on his face.

Jeonghan: I’m sorry we’re leaving now when you’re going trough this

Seungcheol: Don’t worry, Han, I will still be around, and the members

Soonyoung: Yeah, but the one who should be here for her the most is leaving

Jeonghan: Me?(resting his head on your shoulder, leaning into you)

Mingyu: Idiot! Don’t worry guys, we will all be here for her. First things first, I will take it upon myself to find you a new place to move into.

Soonyoung: Why? Can’t she stay here all the time I am gone? The place will be empty and she won’t need to waste money on rent. I would feel so much better if you’d stay here, baby

Y/N: I’ll think about it and we’ll talk another time.

Seungcheol: What did you want to talk about with us?

Y/N: Well the creep from today is harassing me for weeks. He keeps on sending texts with threats. It happened since Berlin. I thought he will stop when we get back home, but it seems he knows now where I live. Today I found a letter from him along with photos he took of me while on tour.

Mingyu: Shit! Why didn’t you say anything before?

Y/N: Didn’t want to bother you while on tour, you needed to focus on that.

Soonyoung: So it’s worse than I thought.

Joshua: No shit, he wanted to kill her today, dummy

Soonyoung: Don’t say that, Shua! I’ll die if something happens to my baby

Mingyu: How do we catch the guy?

Jeonghan: How would we know? Let the police handle it

Mingyu: Yeah, but maybe we can find out things. How much do you think the police will do?

Joshua: They should, because now Jungkook is involved, and it’s serious. The company will intervene, lawyers

Y/N: I agree, we should let the police handle it. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt

Soonyoung is on your left, holding your left hand, kissing your head, while Jeonghan is on your right, holding your right hand. Mingyu is bringing the tea cup to your lips so you can drink. You feel overwhelmed

Y/N: Guys, please, let’s all calm down and I’ll drink my tea myself. Thanks, Gyu. And thank you all for being here for me, it means a lot

Seungcheol: Let’s give her some space, everyone. Gyu, I’ll help with the food

Y/N: How am I going to get my stuff from my place? And why isn’t Juni here?

Hana: I’ll go get a suitcase with things you’ll need today and tomorrow we can go together and get everything

Jeonghan: Jun is on his way, he wanted to bring you some special soup to make you feel better and I guess it takes some time

Y/N: He’s the best

Soonyoung: Yaaa, right in front of your boyfriend?

Jeonghan: What about me?

Y/N: You are all the best, ok?

After some time, Jun arrived and he got your favourite soup. He always knows how to make things better. You all sat to eat, some had a few glasses.

Hana: Who’s coming with me to Y/N’s place to get some stuff? Preferably two guys

Mingyu: I’ll go. Cheol?

Seungcheol: Ok, let’s go. That creep should count his minutes if I find him lurking around there.

Soonyoung: Guys, but when you get back you’ll all go home, right? I’m tired being the host for today

Y/N: Soonie, don’t be rude

Mingyu: It’s fine, that’s how he is when he has guests. That’s why he left the dorm to live alone. He likes his peace

Soonyoung: It’s enough socializing when I work, at home I can finally be myself and recharge

Jeonghan: I completely agree. And this is me, leaving home too. Two hours is enough for me. Call me if you need me, kids

Y/N: Yes, dad. Thank you(he places a little kiss on your head) and goes for the door

Joshua: Hold up, I’m coming with you. Bye guys, and keep in touch, stay safe

Jun: Now I feel awkward being the only one left.

Soonyoung: Moon Junhui, don’t feel awkward

Y/N: I might leave you two for a while, I kind of need a shower

Soonyoung: Oh! Let me run a bath for you and we will let you relax. Just wait here

He went immediately to prepare your bath, leaving you alone with Jun.

Jun: How are you, after everything?

Y/N: I don’t think my brain fully understands the danger I am in right now. It’s like it’s protecting me from going insane

Jun: That’s a good strategy. But. Please never be alone on the street again

Y/N: How do I do that, though? Everyone had a life, can’t have people glued to me 24/7

Jun: Actually, you can. We’re getting you a bodyguard until the scumbag is caught. And we will make sure he gets caught

Y/N: That sounds so.. fancy. I am not some celebrity, Juni

Jun: Shut up. You’re important to me. To Hoshi, to Hana, to the others. Just accept tge help this time

Y/N: Ok, but only because I’m really scared for my life

After 15 minutes, you hear your boyfriend calling for you that the bath is ready. He made sure to put all types of oils inside the water. It smelled really good and you just wanted to sink into that warm bath and not think.

Soonyoung: Want my help with your clothes?

Y/N: Would be nice, thanks

You let him take your clothes off slowly. He was so gentle, all the love he had for you emanating from his eyes. After you were completely naked, he gave you a warm hug, telling you how much he loved you., then left you alone.

You lowered yourself in the tub and let the feeling take over. His bathroom had big windows and you sat there, looking over the city. Just the light from a few scented candles surrounding you, and some slow relaxing music in the background.

Somehow, you thought that hearing your boyfriend and your friend watch a movie would be more relaxing. It was because not hearing them gave you a little anxiety, feeling lonely.

Yeah, it was because of the events from today, not wanting to be alone in a room. You knew the creep wouldn’t be able to climb Hoshi’s building to find you in his bathroom, but still.

You wondered where he could be, what could he be doing right now. Planning his next move? Planning how to murder you? If it was so easy for him to get into your building, wouldn’t it be easy to get into this complex too?

And it would be easy for him to find out where you are, he could easily follow you from work. You have no idea how he looks like, he could be any guy on the street, on the subway, in the supermarket.

You decide that this is not relaxing you and after 10 minutes you wash yourself, put fresh clothes that Hoshi brough for you from his closet, brush your teeth, clean your face and get back into the living room.

Soonyoung opens his arms for you, patting the couch for you to lay between them. You really feel safe like this, you think. You don’t want to think what you’re going to do after he enlists.

You felt like home with his arms wrapped around you. Felt so good that you feel asleep pretty fast. You were exhausted after today.

At some point you heard voices, and you don’t know how you ended up in bed. You were too sleepy to open your eyes, but you felt your boyfriend next to you, facing you, his hand over your waist.

Since he was few inches away, you needed to feel him so you dragged yourself next to his body. It felt warm and good. You put your right hand under your head and the left one stroking his face and hair.

But it wasn’t close enough. You pouted and whined and moved so that your forehead touched his, your nose touched his. Your left leg went over his hip, pulling him into you.

After a few seconds you whined again. No, this won’t do either. You gave him lazy sleepy little kisses all over his face. Now he’s whining, trying to whisper something

Soonyoung: What is it, love? Can’t sleep?

Y/N: No, I felt like loving you

Soonyoung: Feels nice

Y/N: You’re so cute, I think I might eat your cute little nose

Soonyoung: Nooo, I need it

As you were being silly and sleepy, things started to heat up as you were now kissing his lips too. Because one little kiss leads to more little kisses, that lead to bigger kisses, and deeper kisses, and needy kisses.

The kissing lead to touching, groping, rubbing. You needed to feel his naked body net to yours. Both your clothes were gone in a heartbeat.

It was something very intimate about laying facing each other on your sides, naked, making out. It felt like time has stopped and you have no care in the world.

The sleepiness was long gone, the only sensation you were feeling now was love. It was not always about sex, you sometimes had moments when you were in this same context, making out, naked, but no orgasms or penetration involved.

It just felt so satisfying to both of you to show your love like this. Two freaks for physical touch.

But tonight you wanted to feel him deep inside you, to hear his moans into your ear, to watch his orgasm face as he spilled his cum into you. You wanted everything.

So you moved your hand between your bodies to grab his hard cock, stroking it slowly. Didn’t take long for him to be a mess.

Soonyoung: Baby….I want you so bad. Please let me feel you around my cock

You position the tip right on your entrance and let him push inside. You were already so wet from all that foreplay that the stretch didn’t hurt that much.

Y/N: Oh fuck

Soonyoung: Does it hurt?

Y/N: It always hurts at first, Soonie. Your cock is so fucking fat

Soonyoung: God, don’t say that, I might explode right now

Y/N: Please fuck me. Fuck me and don’t let me go

Soonyoung: I won’t, my love. I’ll fuck you like this until we both cum

He continued to fuck into you, alternating the speed. He loved fucking you slow, he could concentrate better like that. One of his hands went around your throat, chocking you. He knows it drives you crazy.

You kept one hand on his chest, scratching at it and the other in his hair, pulling on it. Sloppy kisses, deep wet thrusts, dirty words and moans could be heard around the room.

Y/N: Shit, you feel so good. You’re going to make me cum soon

Soonyoung: Wanna feel you cum around my cock

Few thrusts later and you started shaking in his arms, your walls squeezing his cock impossibly hard, triggering his own release.

Y/N: Oh my God, that was so good. I needed that

Soonyoung: I love you

Y/N: I love you

The next few days were crazy. Jun and Soonyoung hired you a bodyguard who would follow you at all times while you were outside. He would escort you from Hoshi’s apartment door to work and back home, he would go with you shopping and anywhere else you had to be.

It felt a bit weird but you felt safe. You kept in touch with Jungkook and with the detectives working on this case. They managed to find out who the creep was and where he lived and worked.

It seems that he’s a photographer, working for a well known magazine in Seoul. They looked for him at his apartment but he was not there, they even broke his door down.

The guy just vanished. Then they looked with anyone he could have connections with, but found out he had no friends and his family didn’t want to hear from him.

Now, this is a bad sign. The stalker must be really angry right now since the police is onto him and he can’t even go home or to work. That means no money and no place to sleep.

He might have a car, so he could sleep in it, or use his savings to sleep in cheap rooms. But now, more than ever he would want to hurt you. He probably blames you for ruining his life.

Soonyoung has been extra busy, filming stuff in advance that the company could use while he’s gone. But at least you were spending every night together and it brought a little bit of comfort.

One afternoon while you found yourself at the police station, together with Jungkook and his lawyers, your boyfriend calls you.

Y/N: Yeah, Soonie

Soonyoung: I finished work early today, can we order some food?  I’m on my way home

Y/N: Oh, I’m not home though. I’m at the police station again

Soonyoung: Oh. You need me there? I can be there in 30

Then he hears Jungkook’s voice, calling for you, telling you to hurry the phonecall. This pissed off Hoshi a lot.

Soonyoung: Ya, why is Jungkook telling you to end our call? Why is he there again with you?

Y/N: No no no, don’t get upset now. He doesn’t know I’m talking to you. And we both needed to be here with the lawyers, to speed things up. I’ll be home soon.

Soonyoung: Don’t take his side

Y/N: I’m not, just explaining why we’re here and that you there’s no reason to worry about him. We’ve talked about this

Soonyoung: You know what? I’m coming there to take you home myself

Y/N: I don’t want to argue with you, so I’ll let you do that. I need to get back to the others, I’ll be done until you get here.

When you finished the meeting and got out of the room, you find a very sulky Soonyoung waiting in the hallway. He quickly comes towards you when he sees you, with an apologetic look on his face.

Jungkook: Oh, hyung, you’re here

Soonyoung: And you’re here. With my girlfriend. Again(trying to wrap it in a joke)

Jungkook: You have nothing to worry about, though. She is crazy for you

Soonyoung: Really now?

Jungkook: You’re all she talks about

Y/N: Guuuys, I’m right here

Jungkook: Well I’ll be going now, have to stop by the company

As soon as you got into Hoshi’s car, he started to apologize about his fit earlier, telling you that he trusts you, but not Jungkook. Because he knows how men can be and he has eyes and obviously, you’re the most beautiful creature ever.

You two drove home and he had to order your favourite food and spoil you. He played one of your favourite movies and prepared a bath for both of you.

As you were laying there in the bathtub, him holding you from behind, you started to become emotional. You told him to hold you tighter and talked about how much you will miss each other.

Many times he would say that he won’t enlist anymore, that he’ll wait another year. It was very conflicting in his mind, he wished everything was easier. He always wanted to go to the military and see what’s that about, but now he finds it really hard to wish for it.

He tells you he wants you to be there along with his family when he goes. Maybe you’ll be able to go undercover as a company staff. That also means you’ll meet his parents and it makes you nervous.

Soonyoung: But my parents know about you

Y/N: What?

Soonyoung: We don’t have secrets, they know everything

Y/N: How do they feel about our relationship?

Soonyoung: They are happy if I’m happy. I’m the pride of the family, you forgot?

Y/N: Silly

Soonyoung: I do want you to meet them before I leave, though. Wanna come with me to visit them next week?

Y/N: Are you sure? Do they know?

Soonyoung: Of course

After relaxing some more in the warm water, you washed each other’s hair and helped drying it, then got into bed. Like usual, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other and you had a steamy session of love making that left both of you spent.

You couldn’t help to overthink things this time. How will it go with his family, how are you going to keep the relationship while you’re not together physically, is he going to get bored? You know that saying, out of sight out of mind.

He’s a pretty emotional person, what if he will get over you as fast as he fell in love? You can’t actually know what he’s feeling, how strong or genuine his feelings are.

He told you that he never took a girl home to meet his family and you wondered why. You didn’t bother him with questions like that about his ex. You just knew it was a shit show and he was not comfortable talking about it.

You wondered why you’re doing this to yourself, why so much overthinking and doubting. Why are us all doing this to ourselves? And why can’t people just be honest, loyal and not assholes?

Not that Soonyoung was one. He was a sweetheart so far.

A week later and just a few days before his enlistment. You already met his parents and sister and it actually went pretty good. You felt welcomed and heard. They treated you as their own daughter.

You loved the dynamic between them, a little teasing between siblings. But all that showed how much they cared for each other.

Sometimes you wished you lived that with your own family. But eh, not everyone is meant to be a parent. You accepted that long time ago. That’s why you put so much into your relationships with people around you.

You make sure that the ones that deserve all the love, receive it.

The last few days together went on really fast. He was gone most of the day, shooting in advance. Each time the group was having nights out, you were there too. He wanted to make the most of the time left, spending it with everyone he loved.

His enlistment ceremony was hard. His family and the members were there. And you, as an undercover staff sent by the company.

You said you goodbyes and there he went, holding Jeonghan’s hand. At least they’ll have each other and you’re a little less worried.

The boys wanted to cheer you up and took you to lunch to a nice barbeque place. it was hard to hold your tears all day.

Jun: Come on, bestie, things are going to be ok. He’s going to get back in no time

Dino: And you’re still going to chat every day and meet from time to time

Y/N: That’s true, but still

Mingyu: Let’s put some food in you and you’ll feel better

Mingyu knew you and knew that food always helped. He wasn’t sure which one was the bigger foodie, you or Hoshi. He thought how lucky his friend was for having you and how sad he still felt for loosing you.

No, he was not going to steal you now that it was the same context. Boyfriend gone to the army, you alone. What type of lowlife would he be this time…

 2 days after you receive a phone call from Jungkook.

Jungkook: Yaaa, they caught the creep

Y/N: Seriously? Are we sure it’s him?

Jungkook: Yes, 100%. And he’s going to be behind bars for a long time. We’ll be needed at the station tomorrow.

Y/N: That’s fine, I’ll make time for this, I want that son of a bitch locked away. This has been a nightmare, could barely sleep at night.

Arriving at the police station the next day, you meet Jungkook in the parking lot and you go inside the building together. You meet with the lawyers and the detectives that lead you into a room.

They say you’ll be able to see the suspect behind a protective window. And when you move your eyes to his face you’re left stunned.

Y/N: It’s that fucking photographer

Jungkook: You know him? What photographer?

Y/N: When I was in Paris at this fashion show, he came to me and Hana and said he recognised me. Turns out he was the one who took the photos of me and Mingyu in our vacation in Italy(turning to Jungkook to give him a nasty look)

Jungkook: Oh! I had no idea who the photographer was. All I did was talk to a friend and she found the guy and talked to him and paid him. I never saw him.

Y/N: Anyway, we’ll talk about this later. But yeah, it’s him. This is crazy

This was big, now you could finally feel relieved. The crazy stalker was behind bars and you can walk around in peace. Only if your boyfriend was here to share the excitement with and give him a big hug.

One year and a half went fast. You kept in touch, texting every night before bed. He would be spent after the intense training and duties. He would talk about how nice people were to him and how many friends he made.

You would tell him stories from work and the times you would spend with the members, going at their shows, going out with them and so on.

He was trilled to know that you would visit his parents from time to time and formed a really nice relationship with them. His sister would joke that they should swap and have you as a sibling instead of Soonyoung.

Your outings with the ’97 crew got back to normal. Jungkook became…a friend? He was not like Jun, but you would talk sometimes. Hana was the happiest that the group reunited and everyone was getting along again.

Sometimes, Mingyu would give off a weird vibe but you could never get him to talk about what bothers him. Whenever you’d bring up Hoshi, he would try to change the subject, but at the same time he was very supportive of your relationship.

You also knew that he was seeing someone, a girl from a group. He didn’t want to disclose her identity and the guys were bullying him for it.

The thing with him was that he was still thinking about you and no matter how hard he tried to date others and fall in love, he couldn’t. He didn’t know why or how to get you out of his head.

And now, he hoped that this new girl was closer to what “perfect for him” was. He couldn’t avoid comparing her to you. He thought that everything you did or said was perfect, that you were just perfect.

He really tried to love other women but he was settling. For how long, he didn’t know. And you had no idea he was going trough all of this. Even if you knew, how would you help him?

Your worries now were about your future with your boyfriend, because you didn’t know how things will change when he gets back home in a few days. You grew to feel like home at his place and you felt safe there and closer to him.

There was no conversation about what you two will do after his military service and it kind of made you anxious.

It was almost Christmas and you couldn’t wait to spend the holidays with Hoshi and cuddle him every night. His discharge was quick, the members were there, except Wonwoo and Woozi who enlisted recently after their last comeback in September.

The plan was for everyone, including members and his family to get together at the company for a little welcome home dinner-party. Since Soonyoung had to meet up with some staff to finish some paperwork, Mingyu offered to pick you up from home.

The drive to the Hybe building was pretty quiet, Mingyu was not himself today. He is nervous, he wants to say something but doesn’t know how.

Mingyu: Y/N?

Y/N: Yeah

Mingyu: You know I will always care for you, right?

Y/N: I guess? Why?

Mingyu: I think I am not over you(a long moment of silence, in which you were shocked). I don’t know why I’m telling you this, I guess I feel like it will help me with closure and stuff. Or maybe it will help me get over it once and for all, with you knowing how I feel. I’m sorry, I am not trying to burden you, I just needed to get it out of my chest.

Y/N: Oh! I…. don’t know what to say

Mingyu: Don’t need to say anything, really. Please, don’t feel bad or weird, ok? Just be my friend and that’s it. I am really happy for you and Hosh. Like really really happy.

You looked at him and could see the sadness in his eyes. But he was also genuine about him being happy for you. You trust him and you will be his friend if that’s what he needs.

And if he needs to put some space between you two, then you will give him that.

Arriving at the company, the elevator ride with Mingyu felt awkward. You tried to act natural but it was hard, considering what he just told you 20 minutes ago. Also, should you tell this to your boyfriend?

Entering the room where everyone gathered, there was no sign of Soonyoung, and Jeonghan. They probably haven’t finished their meeting with the managers, you think.

Jun comes to you and keeps you in a tight hug for what feels like minutes, observing your worried face.

Jun: What is it? Nervous?

Y/N: Yeah, I really am nervous.

Jun: Wanna talk later?

Y/N: We’ll see how things go. Some people might get really drunk tonight and need babysitting. By people I mean Your good friend Hoshi.

Jun: Let’s have fun tonight and get some drinks, girl!

Y/N: Who gets drunk first pays for one dinner

Jun: Get ready to lose, you loser!

You were already starting your second glass of whatever Joshua made for you. Tasted sweet and you thought it will be easy to beat Jun since you barely felt any alcohol in the drink.

You were in a conversation with Dino and Cheol, when the door opens with a bang, barely having time to turn around to see what was the sound, when you saw someone running to you and crashing into your body, lifting you off the floor.

Soonyoung: Babe!!! You’re here!

Next thing you hear is him crying, saying how he missed you. He put you down, but his arms still strong around you. You couldn’t contain your own tears either, letting them fall down your cheeks.

Then he pulled away, littering your face with kisses, making you giggle.

Y/N: Soonyoung, there are people around!

Soonyoung: Don’t care. Everyone knows I’m obsessed with you, so..

After a minute or two he lets you go to hug the rest of the people in the room, his parents looking at him with great pride.

Most of the day, Hoshi stood by your side, even though you kept telling him that you’re fine and he can go mingle with his friends. But he felt like he could not breath if he was not touching you in any way.

Soonyoung: Love? Ready to go home?

Y/N: I love the sound of that.

The whole ride home your hand was in his, didn’t let go until you were both inside his apartment.

Soonyoung: Let’s make a huge bed on the living room floor so we can lay down, looking out the windows and cuddle.

Y/N: But let’s shower first

With both being needy and fucking horny, the shower took longer than expected, but you both decided to behave. Still, you kept kissing and touching each other. Hands all over your naked bodies. Things were getting really heated and you couldn’t wait to get to bed.

You didn’t even bother to put sleep clothes on, you just got under the blanket, holding each other tight.

Y/N: Missed this so much. Missed you

Soonyoung: I know, baby. Me too

And without any more words, you started kissing, him shifting his weight on top of you, hands going all over your body. Your hands flew over his shoulders, pulling him impossibly close.

You wanted to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, but your mouth would not cooperate with you. And whenever you had a second free from kisses, his lips would be on yours immediately.

Both feeling starved for each other, to feel, touch, love. The only thing you could get out of your mouth were pretty moans that were quickly devoured by his own mouth.

You felt him enter you slowly. You haven’t felt him like this in months and it felt so good that all the emotions and feelings made you cry of happiness and pleasure. Orgasms starting to come one after another, your vision getting blurry, mouth searching for his.

As he kept thrusting into you, making love to you, he would whisper “I love you”, not breaking the kiss. Everything felt so intense and you wanted more.

You felt him cumming inside you, and all you could say was “Don’t stop” and he didn’t. He needed more, he needed more of you. In minutes he came a second time and you didn’t even remembered how many times you came.

He kept his thrusts but at a low pace, just enjoying a little overstimulation and your puffy lips on his.

Soonyoung: Marry me!

That made you squeeze around him so hard and it made him giggle, so he said it again and that made you cum again.

Soonyoung: My God, please. I don’t think I can go for another round right now.

After you came down from your orgasm, you tried to gather your thoughts.

Y/N: Soonyoungie, what are you trying to do? Don’t mock me, that’s a very serious question

Soonyoung looks at you with a straight face.

Soonyoung: Baby, I am as serious as I can be. I want to be your husband, put a ring on your pretty finger and make you mine forever. So answer me, please.

Y/N: There is nothing that I want more, so yes. Yes, of course I’ll marry you, my silly tiger

Soonyoung: When can we start making babies?

Y/N: You came back from the military today, slow down!

Soonyoung: Sorry, I’m just really happy right now.

Y/N: Me too

That night, you fell asleep in each other’s arms, talking about your future. You never felt happier and it made you think that you probably deserve to be happy too. The only worry you had now was how Mingyu will feel after he’ll find out about your engagement.

You knew this will break his heart again and it made yours sink into your chest.

Feeling guilty that your happiness might upset someone else is real, and maybe this is your punishment for being happy. But whatever happens, you’ll allow yourself to feel all these emotions, good and bad. You didn’t feel alone anymore, you had someone that made you feel appreciated and loved.

Final note: Thanks to everyone who have interacted to my fic. This was the final chapter from the long story and will start my new mafia fic very soon. Hope you enjoyed it and I hope I did a good job, this being my first ever story that I have written. Now I'll go cry into my pillow, missing Jeonghan, bye! Stay safe!

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I love you, it's ruining my life | Part V

pairing: Kylian x black!fem!Reader

word count: 4.5k

part one, part two, part three, part four

V. May 2024

She’d gotten the invitation in the mail a few weeks ago, a creamy white envelope announcing the upcoming wedding of Julien, a childhood friend from Bondy, to his fiancee of several years. Seeing his name on the paper had brought a smile to her face; it had been years since she’d seen him.

She’d be in Paris to visit her parents anyway, it would be a crime not to go.

She’d quickly written to him to say congratulations, and Julien had texted back a thank you. Moments later, he’d texted her something she’d expected. 

Not sure if you’re still in touch with Kylian, but if you can let him know about the wedding, that’d be great. We haven’t seen each other in ages!

Unsurprisingly, the response she’d gotten from Kylian was a firm and resounding no. 

“Why not?” She’d asked over the phone.

“Because of a lot of things, Y/N” There was a lot of chatter from Kylian’s end, she had caught him just as he’d entered the locker room after a grueling match. 

“Well, what are those things?” She’d asked. 

“I can’t just go to a wedding” He’d grumbled. “Haven’t been able to do that in years, in fact. I  have to think about bringing security and all that stuff”

She’d expected he’d say that, so her response was quick. “So bring your bodyguard. I’m sure Julien and his fiance won’t mind”

“And let someone leak a story to the press about how I’m a stuck up asshole who brings a hundred people with him everywhere he goes?” He’d snorted. “No thanks”

She’d rolled her eyes. “I don’t think anyone we grew up with would do that, Kylian”

“How would I know? I haven’t spoken to those people in years” 

“I haven’t either.”

“Exactly” He’d said. “Let’s just not go. It’s Ousmane’s birthday party that weekend  anyway. Actually, he said to tell you that you should come”

She’d frowned. “So you’d rather go to a party than to your childhood friend’s wedding?”

“It’s just a wedding Y/N” He’d said, his tone weary. “People get married all the time”

She couldn’t believe how mean and dismissive he was being.

“And get divorced all the time” He’d continued, letting out a humorless chuckle. “The stats on that are crazy, actually. Someone should let Julien know”

“What? Kylian, that’s so harsh. Why are you talking like that?” She was starting to get angry now.

“I’m not being harsh. Just honest” He’d said “Look, the last thing I need right now is to go to a public event, okay? I’m sick of people asking me about where I’ll be next year, and I’m sure as hell sick of having a hundred cameras pointed at me”

“Ok, then.” She said, her irritation evident in her voice. “You have fun at the party. I’ll go to the wedding.”

“But–”

“Tell Ousmane happy birthday for me”

He’d paused before responding with a resigned “Fine”

They hung up after that, goodbyes curt. She didn’t know what was going on with him, but he’d been very tired and irritable lately. He called less and less, and took longer to text back whenever she reached out.  She suspected it had to do with his contract with PSG, which she knew was nearing its end, but they didn’t speak about things like that. If he had news, he’d tell her. So far he hadn’t said anything, which meant things were probably still up in the air and it was troubling him. She’d chalked it up to that, and was therefore able to quickly move on from the conversation. 

The day of the wedding arrived, and Y/N found herself at the crowded venue of the wedding reception, wearing a silky blue dress she’d bought a long time ago but had saved for an occasion like this. She was seated next to Manon, a girl who used to live two doors down from her, and Anna, who she knew was Kylian’s first kiss and who she’d consequently been very envious of as a pre-teen. It was great catching up with the two and reminiscing about the old days. It turned out Manon worked in marketing while Anna was a tattoo artist. 

“So, are you and Kylian still friends?” Anna asked, taking a sip from her drink. The toasts had been made, and dinner had been eaten. They were now watching the bride and groom take the floor for their first dance. 

“Yeah” She said. “We’re still friends”

“Well, wave him over then. He looks like he’s lost” Anna nodded towards something behind her. 

Y/N whirled in her seat. Sure enough there was Kylian, his head down, weaving his way through the tables. People looked up to stare with hushed gasps as he passed by them. Y/N raised her arms to wave, and thankfully his bodyguard noticed and started guiding Kylian towards their table. 

“Hi” Kylian said, smiling tightly as he pulled a chair and took a seat.

“Hi” She said. “I thought you weren’t coming”

He shrugged. “You were mad at me”

“And I was right to be” She said, smiling despite herself. He looked handsome, she could tell he’d gotten a fresh cut. 

“Sure” He rolled his eyes before turning to their tablemates. Anna and Manon were briefly starstruck as he greeted them, as if they forgot they’d grown up with him. The initial awkwardness wore off quickly though, and before long they were all chatting animatedly. 

“Remember when you two–” Manon chuckled,  gesturing between Kylian and Anna.

“Ah, yes. When we dated for a whopping two days in the seventh grade” Anna laughed. “I do remember that” 

Kylian laughed along with her, shaking his head in embarrassment. 

Y/N couldn’t help but snicker. “Two days? What happened?”

Kylian opened his mouth to respond but Anna beat him to it. “We kissed one day, and then the next day was valentine's day. I found out he gave you a card, while I got nothing. So I dumped him”

Y/N gasped, elbowing Kylian. “Oh my god, I remember that. Those anonymous valentine’s cards we did in class. That was the first year someone sent me one, I was dying to find out who it was. I didn’t know it was you”

“Oh, we all knew” Manon said while Anna nodded in agreement. 

“Everyone knew he had a crush on you”  Anna said. “At least everyone except for me. I found out after the whole card thing”

Kylian said nothing, keeping his eyes trained on the bride and groom as they swayed. 

“Okay, so what happened after that?” Y/N pressed. She was flushed. If only her twelve year old self had that information. “Did you two ever talk again?”

Kylian finally turned to her, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Not really. I acted like it never happened” He grimaced at Anna. “Sorry about that, by the way”

Anna laughed. “You were the ultimate heartbreaker, Kylian!”

He chuckled, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes that made Y/N’s heart skip. “Yeah, well, I got my karma back, don't worry.”

“What do you mean?” Anna asked curiously. 

He hesitated before answering. “I’ve had my fair share of heartbreaks, is all”

Y/N looked down at her lap, idly fiddling with her jewelry. The cynic within her had convinced her that Kylian didn’t care for her in that way. She’d allowed herself to believe he wanted her only for her body, just another fleeting fling in a long line of them. But his behavior over the past couple of months had made it clear that her own insecurities had clouded her judgment. She had the person she cherished most right in front of her—the boy she had loved since she was twelve—and yet she had pushed him away.

As she watched the bride and groom twirl, doubt grew inside of her. Was that kind of love even possible for her? Could she ever meet someone she cared for as deeply as she did for Kylian? The thought felt almost laughable. In her heart of hearts she knew that there would never be anyone else who could fill that space in her life.

Suddenly, the DJ switched to an upbeat song and people started to flock to the dance floor, eager to join the bride and groom. Manon and Anna went off as well, leaving just the two of them at the table. 

Y/N nudged Kylian gently.“Dance with me?”

He looked at her with an apologetic look, wordlessly shaking his head no. He looked tense, evidently very aware of being in public. 

Y/N visibly deflated. She wanted to be in on all the fun, but Kylian clearly wasn’t up for it. Oh, well. He did come here for me. I don’t need to make him even more uncomfortable, she thought. 

She smiled tightly at him, hoping he couldn’t see her disappointment. But of course he did. 

He hesitated before grabbing her hand and standing up, pulling her out of her chair. “Let’s go”

She grinned, her heart fluttering as  they made their way to the dance floor. Sometimes, when he did things like this purely to make her happy, the walls she’d built around her feelings for him would break down, sending her heart into a joyful spin.

They got to dancing, laughter bubbling between them as she playfully teased him about his abysmal dancing skills. 

“You just want me to be publicly humiliated huh?” He grumbled, a mock pout on his face. 

Just then, the song changed to a slow ballad. They froze, exchanging uncertain glances. It was only couples around them now, slowly moving to the romantic song playing. 

“What now?” Kylian asked, his voice low.

She stepped closer, wordlessly wrapping her hands around his neck. Her breath hitched when she felt his hands land on her hips.  They swayed to the song,  shifting their eyes  away from each other whenever their eye contact got too intense. His fingertips on her hips felt like they weighed tons. She wondered if he wanted to kiss her; she knew she’d let him if he tried. She’d fantasized about it more times than she could count.

Suddenly, she bumped into someone’s back. They’d been so focused on each other they’d completely lost track of their surroundings, it seemed. She turned around, ready to apologize, but froze when she saw who it was.

“Lucas?” She said incredulously. 

He had a different haircut than the last time she saw him, but it was definitely him.

Kylian's grip on her tightened slightly. “You’ve got to be kidding me” He muttered under his breath.

Lucas’ eyes lit up in recognition. “Y/N, wow. How are you?”

“I’m good” She said, forcing a smile.“ Crazy running into you here”

He smiled a fake smile, pointing to his dance partner, who she hadn’t noticed until then. “My girlfriend is co-workers with the bride”

She greeted his girlfriend, who was nice enough. 

“So you two finally got together, huh?” Lucas said. Y/N could tell he’d had a little bit too much to drink by the way he was swaying on his feet.  He leaned closer to Kylian, making it known the next part was just for him. “Better have her on a tight leash,  or she’ll start emotionally cheating on you”

Kylian recoiled at his words. “That’s not a bigger red flag than breaking up with a person over the phone, or thinking of women as animals you put a leash on” He gave a pointed look to Lucas’ partner. “He’s in the habit of doing that, by the way”

Poor girl looked like she wanted to disappear. 

Y/N felt disgusted. “Can we not do this here?” she said to Lucas. “It’s a wedding.”

Lucas shrugged, unfazed. “Just looking out for the guy. He should know what he’s getting into.”

Kylian stepped closer, a protective stance forming. “She can speak for herself, Lucas. And right now, she’s not interested in your opinion.”

Y/N suddenly noticed that some of the wedding guests had their eyes on them, clearly having noticed Kylian on the dance floor. They had their phones out, no doubt ready to send social media ablaze with pictures of Kylian and a ‘mystery woman’. Without thinking, she stepped away from Kylian and his hands fell away from her hips. 

He gave her a hurt look, confusion etched on his face.  “Y/N…”

“There you go!” Lucas laughed. “She doesn’t even want you to touch her”

Kylian gave Lucas the dirtiest look she’d ever seen him give to someone. “Fuck you” 

He turned on his heel and strode away without waiting for a response, his bodyguard trailing closely behind him adding a dramatic effect.

She made to follow him, but he disappeared into the crowd quickly. She turned to Lucas angrily. 

“You’re disgusting, you know”

He opened his mouth to say something, but she stormed off. 

She found him taking pictures with a group of people, dimples and charisma on full display. Someone even pulled out a jersey—though she couldn’t quite fathom why someone would bring that to a wedding. Still, he signed it with a gracious smile, effortlessly charming everyone around him.

“Kylian” She said as she stepped closer. “Can we talk?”

“Sure” He said, his smile fading slightly as he excused himself from the group. 

“Look, I’m really sorry” She said. “It’s not that I don't want to be seen with you or anything. It’s just –”

“No, it’s fine” He said unconvincingly. 

“It’s not fine” She said earnestly. “That was really inconsiderate of me. Especially since you were standing up to that asshole for me. Thank you for that, by the way”

He shrugged. “That’s what he deserved” 

My sweet Kylian, she thought.

She enveloped him in a hug, taking in the smell of his cologne. He hugged her back, albeit somewhat hesitantly. She could tell something was still bothering him.

“Kylian, are you okay?” She asked, pulling away. “You’ve seemed off for a while now”

“I’m okay” He said, looking at the ground. “Just a bit stressed is all”

She looked at him empathetically. “Tell me”

“Well, for starters, I shouldn’t be in public right now”

She frowned, feeling guilty. “I know, it’s a lot–”

“No, it’s not just that. That I can prepare myself for.” He said. “It’s because there’s a video announcing my departure from PSG that’s going to be released–” He paused to look at his watch. “-- In about 20 minutes, so…”

She stared incredulously. “What?”

“I said there’s a video–”

“You’re leaving PSG?” She said in a hushed yet raised tone.

“Yes” He affirmed.

“And it’s going to be announced in 20 minutes?” 

“Yes” He repeated. 

“And you’re in a packed wedding full of proud Parisians” She stated the obvious. “One week after crashing out of the Champions League”

He nodded, then yelped when she smacked his arm. 

“Kylian, why the hell did you come?” 

“Because I wanted to make you happy” He said simply, rubbing his arm.

She didn’t know whether to smack him again or kiss his beautiful lips. She decided on neither.

“Let’s get out of here then” She said, already dragging him to the exit. “Before the video is released and all hell breaks loose”

“But we haven’t even talked to Julien!”

“You’ll send him an expensive gift” She said, sounding determined. 

He chuckled, letting her lead the way.

They were in his car, his driver speeding away from the wedding venue. She watched him look out the window, the city lights casting a yellow glow over his skin. He looked less stressed, but she still thought there was something going on with him.

“So, where are you going?” 

“Hmm?” He pulled his eyes away from the window, seemingly jolted out of his thoughts. 

“Where are you going to play next?” She asked.

“Take a guess”

“Uh, let’s see, Leeds United?” She teased. 

He rolled his eyes. “You know where”

She squealed, launching herself across the backseat to give him yet another hug. “Real Madrid? Oh my god! Congratulations, Ky”

“Thanks” He giggled, hugging her back tightly. “I’m really excited”

“You should be! This is your childhood dream” She pulled back to look at him, her eyes wide with excitement. “Remember that winter you abandoned me to go visit them?”

“Well you’re getting back at me for that now” He said with a sad smile.

“Hm?”

“You’re moving back here” He clarified. “While I’m going there. You’re the one doing the abandoning this time”

“Oh” She said, understanding. “About that, I, uh–I’m not moving anymore”

He froze. “What?”

 “ I mean, I was going to, but… things changed. I got a promotion at my job, and the pay raise means I actually get more than what I’d earn at the new job here, so I told them I’m not gonna go for it”

He lets out a strange laugh. It’s near hysterical, but it stops as abruptly as it starts. “So you’re not moving back? You’re staying in Madrid?”

“Yes” She said slowly. “I’m staying in Madrid”

“Cool” He fidgets in his seat, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest “Great”

He looked out the window again, then turned back to her, his face breaking into a huge grin.

“What?” She giggled. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m just really happy you’re staying” 

“Why?” She knew why, she just wanted to hear him say it.

“I wanted better for Luna” He exhaled loudly, as if this was a concerning issue he’d thought long and hard about. “ I hear the cat food here sucks”

She burst out laughing. She didn’t know what, but she could tell something just shifted between them. 

“You know, I haven’t been back in a while” He said. “To Bondy”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” He said thoughtfully. “You just reminded me, when you mentioned that time I went to visit Madrid”

“Why don’t we stop by?” She said, her eyes lighting up. 

He paused for a moment, contemplating. 

“I don’t have anywhere else to be. Let’s do it” He said finally. 

He told his driver, and they went on their way. They sat in silence for most of the drive to the suburbs, both lost in their own thoughts.

“Oh!” Kylian’s eyes lit up suddenly. He pulled something from the console. “I forgot to give you this”

“What is it?”

“Belated graduation gift” He said as he handed her a small gift bag. She’d graduated from her masters program a couple weeks ago.

She beamed,  pulling out a jewelry box from the bag. “You didn’t have to” She cooed.

“Liar”

“You’re right, I love gifts” She grinned.

Her eyes widened when she revealed the pair of earrings. “ Kylian, wow” 

She looked at him in disbelief as she held up the jewelry delicately. “They’re so beautiful”

“I got them from Cameroon, when I visited last year” He explained. 

There was a card nestled amongst the wrapping of the earrings, small enough that she almost missed it. 

“Oh, there’s a card” She said as she picked it up.

Kylian’s eyes widened, reaching out to take it from her hand. “Wait, no—”

She leaned away from him to avoid his grasp, her smile almost fading as she read what was written:

“Y/N,

I don’t know if you’ll ever see this, but right now I’m in Cameroon, and I’m heartbroken. 

Maman thinks I should call you. Tchaga and all the others think I’m annoying because all I do is sulk.

We visited a traditional market today. I saw these earrings, and I thought of you immediately. They’re made by female artisans, which I think you’ll like.

 I love you, I think it’s ruining my life.

–K”

She looked up, the last sentence reverberating in her head, almost drowned out by the pounding of her heart. 

She didn’t know what to say, just looked at Kylian, who was avoiding her gaze.

“I forgot that was there” He said quietly. 

The car came to a halt just then, and Kylian’s driver let them know that they’d arrived at their destination.

They found themselves at the park they frequented as children, where they spent countless afternoons and evenings. They took a seat on a bench, facing a gaggle of children playing football. The park was otherwise empty save for a couple other wanderers, which was unusual for a summer’s evening. Y/N wasn’t  complaining though; fewer people meant less chances of Kylian being spotted.

They seemed out of place in their formal clothes; her in her silk maxi dress, and him in his suit.  She stole glances of his side profile as they watched the kids’ game, marveling at his beauty: his big brown eyes, the strong nose he’d inherited from his mother, and those pink, pouty lips. More than 10 years of knowing him and yet he still managed to take her breath away.

He turned to her suddenly. “What’s on your mind?”

She decided to be honest. “I was thinking about how pretty you are”

“Pretty?” He chuckled.

“Yeah. Pretty” 

“Don’t think anyone’s used that word to describe me before” He said.

“Well I have” She said. “Many times before – in my head”

“Me too,” He admitted, his gaze warm. “I’ve called you pretty. Also many times —in my head.”

She grinned at him. It was impossible not to. “Speaking of pretty, I want to try those earrings!”

She pulled them from their box, quickly removing the ones she was already wearing and carefully putting on the new pair. Kylian took an exaggerated double take, his eyes widening. “Qué hermosa!” 

She snorted. “ Working on your Spanish, I see”

“I’m already fluent, cherie” He winked at her as he pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of her. 

A loud cheer erupted from the kids; someone had just scored a goal. Y/N and Kylian briefly turned their attention back to the game, smiling at the infectious joy of the kids as they rushed to one another for a group hug. The celebrations gradually faded, and the children returned to their positions to continue the game.

She swallowed hard. “Did you mean that?”

“Mean what?” Kylian dragged his eyes away from the game. It didn’t matter if it was being played by a bunch of 10 year olds, football was still his favorite thing. It was quite endearing, actually. 

“What you wrote on the card” She said quietly. 

“Yes” He met her eyes. “I do”

“What did you mean– what do you mean when you said it’s ruining your life?” She asked.

He took a deep breath before answering. He had a pained look on his face. “It’s just – I don’t know, it feels like torture sometimes, not having you. First it was the whole time you were with Lucas when I was pining after you, and then it felt like I had you, but you ran away. Let me tell you, those couple months after that when we weren’t speaking were the worst of my life.” He took a shaky breath. “And whatever we are now, just friends, it’s never going to be enough”

“Kylian..”

“And I was speaking to Papa” He continued, ignoring her. He scooted closer to her, eyes so intense. “He told me to take a leap of faith. To cut out all the bullshit and tell you I love you.  So here I am, I guess. I want you to tell me what you truly want. Not what you think you should want, or what other people want for you. What you really, really want. Because if it’s me? I’m all in, Y/N” 

He took her hand, gently opening up her palm. “Because you’ve had my heart here” He traced his index finger over her palm. “Ever since I met you at my birthday party all those years ago. It’s always been you for me. There will never be anyone else”

Y/N didn’t respond immediately,  lifting his hand that was on hers to her lips and kissing his trembling fingers. “Just so you know, I’ve wanted you as long as I’ve known you. And you’re right, maybe all of the excuses I was telling you and myself were lies. Because I was scared. I thought if we did this and it didn’t work out, I’d end up losing you forever. I didn’t want that, Ky. But how would we know if we don’t try? We have to try, right?” She paused. “I really want to try”

Kylian let out a relieved laugh at her words. They were so close to each other, their faces mere inches apart. He cupped her face with his hands, caressing her cheeks in a way only he could. She closed her eyes, basking in his touch. She felt gentle kisses on each of her eyelids.

“Yes” She heard him murmur. “I want to try”

They closed what little distance was between their lips, kissing passionately. All the tension, all the unspoken feelings that had been brewing for ages seemed to dissolve in that moment. It felt like releasing air after holding her breath for a long time. It felt like relief.

“Wait, there’s someone taking pictures” Kylian muttered as he pulled away.

“I don’t care” She said, chasing his lips with hers.

To her annoyance, he pulled away again. “But you–”

“I said I don’t care” She mumbled, kissing him again. She felt him smile against her lips.

They left the park after the game ended, satisfied and at peace. Hands intertwined, lips swollen from kissing. She thought about the kids that they used to be, the ones who used to run to the very same park everyday after school. Oh how they’ve grown,  how they’ve changed. 

Inside the car, she turned to him, her heart steadying after a long while of drumming loudly. “So, what now?”

His gaze was unwavering. “ No more running away.”

"No more running away" She repeated softly, leaning her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes.

A/N: Aaand thats it folks. hope you like this last part <3 i'm working on an epilogue though so stay tuned for that. as always lmk what you think in the comments or in my inbox. thank you for reading!

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[docholligay]

Bozeman Half Marathon 2024

The race starts at 8. The shuttle drops us off at 6:55. 

There was a little bit of fucking around too close to start time, so we ended up in the back of the pack. As I break over the start line, it’s immediately clear to me that I am behind people who are shooting for a 2:30 or more time, which is so beautiful and hope they had the best time but all of my encouragements to newer or slower runners immediately die away in a wave of “get the fuck out of my way.” I have never bobbed and weaved as I did here, and I get afraid that I’ll lose my pacer, because I am trying so hard to just get get out of the fracas. 

Mile 3. I call out, “What are we sitting at?” “9:05” comes the answer. I’ve been fucking around too much, and make a breakaway in between two runners in front of me. I’ve got to hit harder than this. 

My pacer grabs his stomach and steps off to the side. 

You’re a beautiful person, but this ain’t ‘nam, and I’m leaving your ass. I will buy you a drink later, salutations and good luck. 

I actually start running faster at this point--i hadn’t realized how much I was holding back because I sensed he was struggling and I didn’t want to leave him in the dust. I need something to pace me. My stryd isn’t connecting, i don’t even have a timer watch, and I didn’t set my music to time me like I usually do, until the tornado siren. There are two girls in matching outfits, including pink banana shorts. They’re the ones. They look fast. 

If it were not for them, I don’t know that I would have been able to get it back, because they got me into a rhythm of running about a 8:30 mile for two miles, which gave me a huge cushion. Mile 4 and 5 were entirely on their pink-festooned backs. They stopped for water mid Mile 6, and i kept going. 

Mile 7: What the fuck have I done wrong in my life, and why is it being visited upon me, the sweetest and most innocent of human beings, right now? There is a long, slow, plodding hill. 

There is a moment, in every race I have ever run, called, “What the fuck is my problem?” It is very important to get over the ‘What the fuck is my problem?” hump, because it is my own personal Jesus being tempted by Satan in the desert, with the idea of walking and giving up. Why would I, a sane woman with a loving family, think about running 13 miles and change full send? Did I think that would be fun? What about my life up to that point made me think it would be fun?

We have to attack this little demon inside us. We can always doubt the wisdom of our decisions later, but for now, the only way out is through, and my only reward for slowing down is that I have to be on the course longer. 

I round the corner, no longer on the hill, and then from behind me, the sound of a truck, and a voice I ahven’t heard in a while: 

“C’mon Doc, let’s fuckin go! It ain’t that far!” I look to my left, and it’s my buddy Jake! I haven’t seen him in a couple years, and he must have figured out it was me by sheer chance of “I bet that little red headed dyke in the unicorn shorts is Doc. She loves to run” and he is correct! He bangs twice on the side of his BLM truck, laughs, revs his engine at me, and drives on down the course. 

This carries me for a solid two miles. If your family has been in Montana for as long as both of ours have, it’s hard to hide from each other. Do i want to come across as a little bitch to Jake? Do i want to tell him it was just too fucking hard? Fuck no. 

The Tracer voice inside me, “What’s the worst that could ‘appen? Push it!” “We die?” “Not a problem we’d ave to deal with!” 

I push. I go. I fly through the cross country kids handing out water. I’m trying to pace myself beside runners just a little ahead of me, runners that look fast and also infuriatingly casual in their matching banana shorts and pink tank tops. They hold me on for the next few miles, but as they start into their negative splits (Unfortunately, they not only look fast, they are fast) they begin to leave me behind. 

I have heard the half marathon called “10 decent miles and then the worst 5k of your life” and for me, at the very least, that seems to hold true. I am getting exhausted by the time I hit mile ten, and my form is falling apart. I like like one of those inflatable noodle men, running down the street, limbs flopping. My body is swinging wildly, which is costing me energy, but I can’t stop myself. I’m getting tired mentally and physically. 

In  the middle of mile 11, I hit a pothole. I’m not watching what I’m doing, my foot goes directly onto the lip of the pothole and I go careening forward. I know it’s a cliche to say things happen in slow motion, but I swear it must have taken me ten seconds to fall. I had time to think about how I absolutely did not want to hurt my knee, so I, with a reasonable amount of stupidity, put my arm out straight, which keen-eyed viwers will note is a great way to break your wrist. I didn’t, so, unearned victory for me, but I slammed down hard into the asphalt, and threw myself onto my hip. 

A struggled for a minute, and then, as I held up my hand to stand, someone grabs it, without breaking his stride at all, and yanks me to my feet. 

“We’re fucking doing this!” he yells to me. 

And then he continues on. I could have given up, and my pride and my time are badly hurt, but having that moment gives it all back to me. I might not be able to run this in time, but I can run it to the end, and not give up. Giving up isn’t what I do. 

Unfortunately, to be the people we tell ourselves we are, we have to make the choices that make us those people. If I am a runner, who doesn’t give up. I need to both run, and not give up. Annoying. 

So I keep on. By the time we reach the city proper, I am in mile 12 of 13, and I am well and truly suffering. It hurts so bad, and I want to stop, but I can’t stop, because I am so close, and how much would I hate myself to run all this way and give up now? I can’t walk. I have to keep going. 

The tornado siren goes off in my ear. I have ten minutes to cross the finish line before losing my goal. I haven’t hit the final mile yet. This is bad. But the only way to get there faster, is to run faster. I have no idea what I drew on in that moment. But I find something deep inside me, and I yank it out and throw it on the road. 

I go down the final pull, praying, waiting for the final turn, where I can see the finish line. That always gives me something more, sets off a firework inside me. 

There’s a gal with a sign by the side of the road that says, “ ***ing finish so we can drink!” and, again, it is only through the encouragement of strangers that I have made it through this race at all. I point at her sign and smile, and she yells to me, “You know what I’m talking about! Fuck yeah! Go! Go!” 

This last mile is one of the hardest of my life. I just keep having to chant, ‘Right, left, repeat. Right, left, repeat.” 

The final turn! I can see the finish line, I only have to run three more stoplights before I make it. I can do it. I kick on the afterburner. I am so close. I’m almost there. 

My heart falls when I see the timer. 1:57:40. I’ve already failed. There’s no way I can cross the finish line in 15 seconds. Or can’t I? Fuck it, whatever, I will maybe not make it, but I will run as hard as I can. My hip is screaming, my form is the worst it has ever been, and I don’t care about absolutely fucking any of that, because if I cross even one second under, I will have made PR. 

I go. 

I cross the finish line, wobbling, half limping, about to throw up. I’ve made my time goal by about 3 seconds. Great. That’s enough. The guy giving out the medals is nice enough to come over and put it on my neck, because I look like I’m suffering as much as I am. The text comes through. 

I COMPLETELY FORGOT IT TOOK ME NEARLY A MINUTE TO CROSS THE START LINE. I have made my time by a full goddamn MINUTE. My joy is total. I would jump up and down screaming but I do not have even the slightest amount of energy for any of that. I have a can of champagne in my drop bag, and I am going to go get that, and crush it. 

Someday, I’ll stop setting PR, but today is not that day.

Video evidence of my extremely bad finish: You can tell how much I'm favoring my hip, which is making me swing my body WILDLY.

[lesbiansanemi]

I was never the “weird kid in school” growing up, because I was homeschooled. So I was then “the weird kid in the family” because other children I was blood related to were the only people I was allowed to spend time around. And they weren’t “allowed” to be mean to or bully me because obviously I was family and they’d get in trouble. So, I got that brand of bullying that specifically a lot of autistic kids gets where they were subtlety making fun of me and I never realized but I had vague notions something was wrong and they secretly didn’t like me and could never figure it out and when I tried confiding in adults over it I was told I was insane and being over dramatic. You know the drill

Specifically, there were two girl cousins I grew up with that were REALLY really bad about it. They thought I was a weirdo and a freak and annoying and one of them actually frequently made fun of me for being a lesbian before I was really even fully aware of what a lesbian even was (she was the only one of us who wasn’t homeschooled and so overly sheltered)

One of them, after high school when we coincidentally began working the same job when covid first happened, I eventually ended up being chill with. She apologized, and she never had a very easy life either (which I always knew), and we’re fine now. She’s actually one of the very few people on my mom’s side of the family I still talk with, and she doesn’t get along with most of them either. The other one…. We never even saw each other again after high school, and stopped speaking several years before that

Anyways, I was talking with the one I was chill with today, and apparently the other girl is getting married. She asked if I was coming to the wedding and I was like oh yeah no I didn’t even know that was happening and she was like. Oh. She said she sent you an invitation? Which is so funny to me because this girl DEFINITELY does not know where I live, meaning she either sent the invite to my mother’s, or she lied to the other girl and said she invited me and both are really amusing but also I’m like. Why would she even think about inviting me to her wedding we haven’t spoken in like 7-8 years and I know my other cousin didn’t ask if she invited me or not, the other girl had to have brought it up. It’s just odd lol

[pepprs]

also the favoritism thing is still making me so fucking mad and insane btw. im not jealous / resentful of my brother bc he deserves her love and is also burdened in his own ways by it and bc i think my drama w my mom has shaped my life in profound ways and given me friends i cherish and i would never trade any of that for the world but jesus fucking christ. why do i have to beg you to interact with me like a mother. why do i have to talk to me at all beyond asking me to do you 847439473 favors a day. why do i have to beg you to take an interest in my life and apologize when you hurt me and be nurturing and perceptive for once in your fucking life. like it hurts to hear her asking him about his classes and whatever bc she didn’t think i was stressed out w school but i had to talk to a ****** hotline last decemver when i couldn’t take it anymore and my mental health was crashing and burning and it doesn’t even fucking matter to her at all and she’s going to get him the nice gifts and throw him the nice parties and whatever because she hates me and my sister for… and let me get this straight… being complicated and anxious and depressed and also girls. lol!

[theriverdalereviewer]

just remembered how in the sixth grade there was a fucking riot in the cafeteria that ended in the entire grade getting silent lunch for like 3 months

[teamred]

any other way

✩‌ logan howlett/wolverine x reader | fluff | 1.8k

SUMMARY | in which your good friend, wade, ditches your planned movie night, but his roommate offers to watch one with you instead. however, logan ends up falling asleep on your shoulder.

WARNINGS | drinking, kissing, swearing, gets a little steamy/handsy

RATING | teen+

NOTES | it's funny... i've been a big x-men fan for a while, but i never really fell for logan until d&w. if this pops off, maybe i'll write more for him!!!

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“Wade, hurry up and let me in! A girl can only hold freshly popped popcorn for so—oh.” 

Instead of your dear, annoying friend, it’s his gorgeous, rugged roommate who answers the apartment door instead. Your eyes sweep over him, taking a liking to how his brown plaid button-up drapes over his white tank top. His clothing choices compliment his sturdy frame and strong pecs. His facial hair is perfectly groomed and—  

And it doesn’t help that you have just the teeniest, tiniest crush on him. 

“Logan, hey!” you exclaim, a little too enthusiastically. “I didn’t know you were going to be here for movie night too.” 

“Wade’s not here, bub,” Logan says, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms and a sympathetic half-smile.

“What?! That little shit said he’d be free tonight…”  You sigh, shaking your head. “Well, it’s all good. I’ll just—” 

“Did you want to watch a movie with me instead?” Logan offers. You think you hear a hint of hopefulness in his voice. “Since you came out all this way?” 

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to bother you. I’m sure you’re—”

“Darlin’,” he interrupts with a soft chuckle. Your heart stumbles at the sound. “I have never been more free on a Saturday night. You’re welcome to join me, but only if you’re comfortable with it.” 

Now your heart is melting over his kindness. You smile warmly. “I always feel comfortable around you, Logan.” 

He returns the smile and gestures for you to come in, offering to take the popcorn and if you want anything as you remove your shoes.

“I got it, but thank you. A beer would be good,” you reply, settling in on one end of the couch in the living room. You glance around curiously. “Is Blind Al not home either?” 

“Yeah,” Logan calls from the nearby kitchen, bending towards the open fridge to grab the drinks. “She’s getting, in her own words, ‘turned up’ at the casino tonight.”

You snicker as you browse through streaming services to pick a movie for tonight. Logan returns with a beer in each hand and you’re surprised when he takes the middle seat next to you. You catch a whiff of his scent and it is intoxicating–a blend of woody notes, perhaps leather and pine. 

“So what’s the movie for tonight?” Logan asks, taking a sip from his bottle. 

“Well, be honest with me here: Wade promised that we could watch this new movie that just released a few days ago, but it’s a romantic movie, so—” 

“Of course,” he cuts in with a roll of his eyes, tossing a kernel into his mouth. “That’s his favourite genre.” 

You deflate a little. “Okay, with that tone, I’m assuming I will have to change the movie choice.” 

“No! Don’t change it because of me,” Logan quickly interjects. “We can watch whatever you want. I’m genuinely content to just sit here and do something other than watching reruns I’ve seen a million times before.” 

You study him for a moment, trying to gauge his sincerity. “Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure,” he reassures you, nodding and flashing another smile. You will yourself to calm your racing heart and focus on finding the movie. Once you select it, you press play and relax into the couch cushions. 

Out of nowhere, Logan places his arm around you, his hand slightly hovering above your shoulders. You stiffen at the unexpected move, unsure why he’s doing it. But then he quickly pulls back, shuffling a bit away from you.

“Shit, sorry,” he mutters, clearly embarrassed. “It’s out of habit when I watch stuff.”

“You can leave your arm there,” you blurt out. You don’t even register the words coming out of your mouth. Where was this boldness coming from? 

He quirks an eyebrow, amused. “Yeah?” 

“Mm-hmm,” you nod fervently, rushing to grab your beer to steady your nerves. Taking a long sip, you try to force your body to relax again. 

The first few minutes of the movie starts quite slow, but your eyes are glued to the screen to ensure you don’t miss the exposition. Just as you reach for the popcorn, so does Logan, and the back of your hands brush against each other. 

“Sorry,” you both mumble, glancing at each other in awkwardness and something hanging in the air. He juts his chin out with a subtle smirk, gesturing you to go first. You grab a handful, and as he follows suit, his fingers graze against yours, causing you to shiver. 

The air in the room is electric, and you wonder if the tension is just in your head or if Logan feels it too. The movie continues, but your thoughts are consumed by the warmth of his body so close to yours and the possibility of what might happen next. 

Later into the movie, you freeze as you feel Logan leaning in closer. You turn your head, ready for what might happen–

But then, he goes completely lax, slouching into your shoulder and resting his head in a comfortable position. 

“I should’ve chosen a different movie…” you think, shaking your head. 

It’s hard to focus on the movie with this gorgeous being asleep on your shoulder (and the movie doesn’t seem to be that great anyway). Towards the end of the movie, your attention drifts completely and you indulge in how Logan sleeps. His soft snoring. The gentle squeezes he gives your shoulder as he dreams. The steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes in and out. 

Suddenly, Logan stirs and lifts his head, almost snorting up air cutely. He blinks groggily. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, gorgeous. Did I sleep through the movie?” 

You hesitate, hung up on the fact that he called you gorgeous. Your cheeks prickle as you search for the right words to say.

“Yeah, you did,” you whisper with a small smile. “But it’s fine. It wasn’t that great anyway.” 

“Mm, figures,” he mumbles. “Did you wanna watch another movie or—” 

As he straightens up, you instinctively lean towards him, closing the gap between you two. Your noses practically touch.

“Or did you wanna do…” Logan’s voice is low and gravelly. You hold your breath and hold his gaze. “...something else?” 

You barely nod, and he drags you into a searing kiss. His hands cup your cheek and neck with urgency. Soon enough, his tongue dips into your mouth, sending a jolt to your core. 

Logan cradles your body and carefully positions you lower onto the couch. The weight of his body pressed up against you sends you into overdrive. His hands dive underneath your shirt, exploring your soft skin. The pressure of his body against yours leaves you breathless. Not only the pressure of his body, but also his—

“Winner winner, chicken dinner!” 

Wade’s booming voice cuts through the front door like a tornado, forcing both of you to scramble away faster than opposing magnets. However, it’s too late; Wade has witnessed everything. 

“Oh, my God, Blind Al, my plan worked! It fucking worked!” Wade squeals, jumping up and down. 

“Oh, no. Are they butt-ass naked on the couch? Times like these, I’m grateful to be blind.” 

“No, they’re thankfully fully clothed. But they were just dry humping the shit out of each other though.” 

“You ditched movie night on purpose, you asshole!” you screech. 

“Hey, you should be thanking me,” Wade retorts with a wink. “You and Wolvie always have had palpable sexual tension every time you were in a room together. Hell, even Laura agreed it’d be a good idea to set you two up.” 

Logan and you exchange a sheepish smile, acknowledging the truth in Wade's words. 

“Blind Al and I will just be basking in our casino winnings with a few drinks and then we’ll be out of your hair in a few. And then you two can carry on and fuck each other freely on the couch.” 

“But keep it down, please,” Blind Al adds with a hint of desperation.

“I probably should get going now,” you chime in, eager to avoid the awkwardness. Logan quickly follows behind, walking you to the front door. 

“I’m sorry about all this,” he says in sincerity.

You wave him off. “You never have to apologize for them. They’re like family; I’m used to them.” 

“I didn’t know where the night was heading, but—” He turns around to check over his shoulder, lowering his voice and leaning in slightly. “—I’m glad Wade set us up.” 

“Heard that!” Wade calls out from inside the apartment. 

“Damn it,” Logan mutters, making you giggle. “Anyways, would you let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow night?” 

You beam as you reply, “I’d love that.” 

“Great, I’ll call you later.” 

Logan steps outside of the apartment and closes the door behind him, pulling you in by your waist for another kiss. Innocent at first, but then he presses you up against the wall and his hands grips at your waist, extracting a few moans from you.

“Either get back inside or just go home with her rather than wall-fucking her outside of the apartment!” Wade’s muffled voice echoes through the thin walls. 

Logan retreats slightly, his breath warm against your cheek. He keeps his voice low. “And not trying to put pressure on our date tomorrow, but if—”

“If things get heated, let’s go back to my place,” you finish his thought with a soft promise. 

His eyes light up with a relieved smile. “You read my mind. Thank you.” 

You smile into one last kiss, the world fading away as you savor the sensation of Logan’s mouth on yours.

Until Wade pops his head out through the door like a whack-a-mole you’re dying to hit. “Okay, seriously. I will offer you my bedroom, if you’re really that horny, you guys.” He calls out your name. “Also, did you know he can smell how horny you are?” 

“I—what?” you stammer, blinking in confusion.

“Wade, shut the fuck up,” Logan snaps with gritted teeth. He faces you again with a gentle smile. “Have a good night, gorgeous. I’ll call you as soon as you get back home.” 

Logan’s a man of his word, almost calling immediately as you stepped foot in your apartment (with Wade providing unnecessary commentary in the background, as always). 

Later, as you get ready for bed, you can’t help but admit how grateful you were for Wade’s set-up. If it wasn’t for him, neither of you would’ve made a move; it would’ve progressed at a glacial pace. 

Lying in bed and looking up at your bedroom ceiling, you think to yourself how tonight truly was perfect, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. Smiling, you drift off to sleep, dreaming of what tomorrow’s date might bring. 

ENDING NOTES | thank you so much for reading and giving some love! part two can be read here!