#but my other roommate like seems to have her life together so I wouldn’t think she’d be missing rent

[yowumi]

Hotshot surgeon Gojo x Medical Student Reader Ft. Hotshot Surgeon Suguru [ modern au ] TW. Pregnancy & Love Triangle

shotgun wedding CH. 02 | Diagnosis

summary. Satoru Gojo, The states #1 Neurosurgeon, known for his wealthy clan. He was known for his success, parties, and his willingness to fuck anybody and everybody in a 10 mile radius. Unfortunately, one unlucky night, you make the wise decision to do what any hard working young medical student would do when faced with a sexy doctor…you sleep with him in which changes your life forever.

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warnings. Accidental pregnancy, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), love triangle, roommates (they all live together), arranged marriage, satoru is a bit of a meanie, plot twists, angst, smut, you only end up with one.

A/N. this is my first time writing a fanfic, although i’ve always wanted to! i’m always open to take constructive criticism or any tips to make my writing better! I hope you guys enjoy and definitely lemme know if you have any suggestions, read well luv <3

keep up! // ch. 1 // ch. 2 // ch. 3 (coming soon)

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getting used to Satoru’s house wasn’t easy, for all the woman dreaming to be feet away from him at all times should think again.

one of the major problems was the noise. he must have some type of superhuman strength on his dick or something because whenever he was home, he was using it like there was no tomorrow.

from the room over you could hear the moans from the room across the hall, soft chants almost religious screaming ‘Satoru’ and lewd comments you wish you had forgotten.

on top of that, he hated wearing clothes around the house. his poor maid is probably traumatized from the things she has seen because he is allergic to clothes when he’s at home, constantly walking around shirtless or in his boxers.

just the second day in, the creek of his door was open and you caught a glimpse of his bare ass just out in the open.

never in your life did you think a man’s ass would look edible…

although, not even Hercules himself could get that information out of you.

Suguru on the other hand was a great house mate, constantly cleaning up behind you, offering to cook for you and do your laundry.

he didn’t make noise and wouldn’t bring woman home, although he definitely used to considering satoru’s life concerning comments on how suguru has changed his habits of being a man whore since you’ve moved in.

“I wouldn’t want to cause noise for the woman, she doesn’t need more extra stress, she already has to deal with you as the baby father, satoru” he grins at his cheeky remark as satoru pouts.

one thing you couldn’t complain about though was how spacious and comfortable everything was in the house. it was no secret satoru was rich and came from money but seeing his wealth in person almost felt overwhelming.

you wake up to vomiting once again, the whole stress of the situation now has been a bit overwhelming and you can’t deny pregnancy is taking a toll on you.

your maid is holding back your hair as you vomit straight into the toilet, perhaps maybe it was from all that thinking of satoru.

“Ms. Y/n L/N, Mr. Geto has suggested you stay home from work until you feel better” she says while patting a hand on your back comfortingly.

“I should be fine, it’s nothing i can’t handle and besides, i’m in a hospital so if push comes to shove, i’m in the same building as the two of them, although i doubt anything horrible would happen. it’s nothing more than pregnancy sickness” you say reassuring her seeing the worry across her face.

you give her a comforting smile and she seems to relax just a bit.

“hey, you’ve worked her for quite some time right?” you ask

she replies with a nod, “yes ma’am”

“well…i have some concerns, i don’t know satoru or geto too well before all of this and i would like to know your thoughts on them, they are obviously playing a huge role in my life now that i’m carrying satorus child and staying here, i would just like another persons opinion on who they really are.”

she pauses for a second almost surprised you would ask her that question out of all people but to be fair, you didn’t have much options to choose from, it was either her or megumi.

[ megumi would have said to run for the hills ]

“well, i was hired by satoru when he was just barely an adult so i would have known him for about a decade by now, but my personal opinion is that he really does mean well, he’s a good person and has a big heart, he can be a handful but he means well deep down, to be fair, he is letting you stay in his house rent free-“ she catches herself in what she’s saying and she lets out a gasp,

“oh i’m so sorry miss! i didn’t mean to offend you or anything-“ she starts apologizing frantically as she bows down in apology.

you giggle at her motions and stop her from bowing “haha it’s okay, i suppose you do have a point”

she blushes at your understanding of her behavior, “when i first moved her, i didn’t have much money and made my living off of being a maid, i’ve dealt with many house owners but satoru is by far the most generous. he has helped me pay for my child’s schooling and has helped me more times i could count, i don’t know what kind of father he will be or person he will be towards you but i know he will try his best at whatever it is you need him to be…for you and your child.” she says giving you a light hearted smile, you can tell she truly means what she says.

“and suguru…?” you almost forgot, you almost feel embarrassed asking about him. after all, you didn’t really need to know about him but you were still interested…just as any other person who lives with someone new would be…right?

“oh yes, suguru! he’s a very kind man, he has lived here for about 5 years with satoru, the two seem to get along very well. he’s a generous man and very friendly although it’s hard to see his interior..” she says

“interior?” you ask now curious.

what did that mean?

“well…it’s almost like an empty smile, it’s warm and gentle and it makes you feel welcome but something about him almost feels unreal, like it’s a mask he uses to perhaps hide how really feels. even when him and satoru argue, he seems to keep his good attitude but it makes you wonder what’s really going on, you know?” she is now seeing the worry in your face as she says this and continues,

“oh but i’m sure it’s nothing to be worried about, he is a generous man and very helpful, he seems to care about you a lot nonetheless! his intentions seem very pure and kind hearted, i was just stating that he seems like he has more depth underneath his smile” she says patting your hand in comfort and you smile.

you appreciate her advice towards the boys, it almost helps you have a better understanding of the two.

*knock knock

you hear a deep voice echoing behind the door, “mind if i come in”

satoru.

your maid turns towards you looking for your approval and you nod as she opens the door for satoru to come in and he sees you on the bathroom floor.

“is everything alright in here? don’t tell me you’ve thrown up again?” he asks walking closer to bend down to speak to you.

“it’s just morning sickness, i’ll be fine” you say as your maid passes you a glass of water from your nightstand.

“hmmm” is the sound satoru makes as he thinks to himself, “you’re taking the day off today, i’ll let shoko know for you, i’ve gotta go in anyways to sign some stuff anyways” he says making a groaning noise at the mention of signing papers all day.

“yeah yeah i get it dad” you say rolling your eyes as you get up off the floor, satoru offers out his hand so you can use it to help you stand.

“will you be okay for the rest of the day, should i bring you anything back? do you need ibuprofen or something”

“some gummy bears would be nice” you say and he shoots you finger guns as he makes his way towards the gun

“you’ve got it” he says as he makes his way out with a light wave goodbye as he walks out.

a small alarm beeped from your maids watch as she seemed startled by the noise, “oh that’s lunch, i will be back here in the afternoon, if you need anything Mr. Suguru should be home soon, i suggest some rest for now” she says as she sees her way out.

this gave you time to rest up today before going back to work where you’ll have to work up the courage to tell nobara, yuji and megumi about the news.

you’ve been dodging their messages, there was probably about 200 messages from nobara and yuji themselves meanwhile there was no text or anything from megumi.

maybe he was pissed about the whole gojo thing?

after a long needed nap you wake up and the sun is already going down, no sign of gojo or suguru as the house seemed unusually quiet.

you make your way towards the kitchen and scramble for a pot to make yourself dinner on, although it seemed impossible considering satoru had a million cabinets.

you groan as your finding no sight of the pans growing frustrated before a large arm comes up behind you reaching up at one of the top cabinets that you hadn’t even acknowledged until now revealing tons of pans.

you look up and see suguru put on his signature smile as he pushes his long black bangs behind his ear, the rest being held in a bun.

“oh” you say as you look towards the pans like an idiot.

“this what you were looking for?” he says with an amused grin,

you nod and put your head down in embarrassment,

“well go on, get what you need” he leans back with arms against him as he is eager to watch you grab the pan

you then realize how high it was, that dick.

you step on your tippy toes hoping he wouldn’t notice your struggle as he lets out a soft chuckle behind you as you’ve now retorted to climbing the counters.

“you need some help over there?”

“shut up…yes”

he lets out a laugh as he brings the pan down from the cabinet.

“so that dumbass knocked you up, hm? how are you feeling about that?” he asks in a playful tone although the concern was still there.

“oh you mean how much of an honor it is to carry THE satoru gojo’s child is? just amazing, brilliant” you say sarcastically.

before you knew it time flew by in an instant talking to suguru, you guys talked about work, life and satoru.

it was dark out and you both were comfortably sat across from each other of the couch that laid in the middle of the living room, the dim light lit down on the both of you, it felt homely almost.

you and suguru were mid conversation when you heard the chaos coming from the opening front door with a loud drunk satoru with a blonde wrapped around his arm, satoru not paying attention to him nearly leaning his whole body weight on her as they walked in.

they both must have came from some sort of party because they were both dressed in fancy clothing, their outfits had to be worth someone’s house.

satoru stumbles across the kitchen searching for the alcohol in one of the cabinets, “hey suguru, where did we leave that whiskey we got back at that one party shoko threw a few years back”, he stutters over his words.

“left top cabinet above the oven, but go easy on it”

“why? you feeling greedy suguru” satoru says in a teasing tone as he finds his way back towards the woman he walked in with

“perhaps, but shoko said that’s some strong stuff, you get all bratty when your hungover darling” he remarks back at him.

satoru let’s out a laugh

your eyes turn towards the woman he’s s with in which you come eye to eye with as she’s already staring at you, she seems almost disgusted and you feel a sense of intimidation.

you weren’t jealous or anything but it was no secret that you clearly didn’t belong, they were both dressed nicely and suguru’s house clothes themself are well kept meanwhile you look like a mess

you didn’t bother to care since suguru was the only person here but being around satoru just felt…

humiliating.

you’re interrupted by your thoughts when it’s almost as if suguru reads the uncomfortable situation and places a soft comfort hand to your back, rubbing it slowly

you’re brought back by satoru’s voice once again, “hey suguru, wanna join me with this one”

it was like you weren’t even there.

the woman carrying his child and he hasn’t looked at you once let alone acknowledge that you were even in the same room as him.

the woman next to him laughs and gives suguru bedroom eyes, you look towards him to see that his eyes were staring down at his cup with a hint of annoyance as if he was embarrassed by the way satoru is acting as of now

he places a firm hand now still on your back.

“nah. she ain’t my type” he takes a sip of his coffee now grabbing the side of your waist gently, protective like

you see satoru let out a frown before noticing suguru’s hand placement, staring directly at you now.

the first time he has the whole night.

“ahhh i see. hey there” he greets you with a wave,

a wave? why the hell is he greeting you as if he hasn’t seen you before, as if you don’t live in his house, carrying his baby.

satoru continues, “is this one of your girls? damn you must’ve messed her up real bad, she looks a little beat. you alright sweetheart?” he teases but leans down to look at you examining your face.

you look down, not answering him

suguru notices your upset expression and squeezes your hand softly before standing up to look at satoru

“Satoru, why don’t you show your companion the guest house, i’m sure she would find it much more amusing” he says as he starts to lead satoru out of the house

“haha i get it, want some alone time with the lady, i wouldn’t go to hard on her, she already looks worn”

satoru says nothing as he walks them to the door before satoru turns around towards you again, “oh right, where are my manners, nice to meet ya darling”

and he left.

suguru comes back you, now kneeling in front of you

“are you okay, y/n?” he asks looking up at you for any sign of anger or tears

you nod, “yeah, think i’m ready to sleep, night” you say as you get up to walk towards your room without looking back at suguru

that night, as you lay in bed with tears staining your pillows, you wonder how you ended up here.

could you have had a child the right way? with someone you love?

why did the father have to be satoru gojo.

06:25

beep beep

the alarm goes off on your phone, not bothering to scroll down at the concerned messages sent from nobara and yuji.

still nothing from gumi.

today would be the day you would have to face them, still having no clue what to tell them exactly

the morning was quiet, not bothering to talk to anyone as you make your way out in your own vehicle as you go to work.

you are faced with yuji when you walk in, noticing your face he lets out a smile and big wave motioning for you to come his way

“hey yuji” you say as you walk up to him

“hey l/n, where the hell have you been, kugisaki has been like losing her marbles and has been taking her insanity out on me! she hits so hard” he frowns at the thought

you laugh, “sorry i’ve just been really busy lately and it’s a long story but i’ll make sure to explain to all of you when i find the time to sit down and talk with all of you today, that way she doesn’t end up shaving you in your sleep”

yujis eyes widen playfully holding a shushing finger to your mouth, “shhh! you never know when she’s listening, don’t give her ideas!” he says looking around paranoid

you’ve got to admit, you missed hanging out with the gang again, it reminded you that you were still young and distracted you from the fact that you would become a mother soon.

you made small talk with yuji as he caught you up with how things were at the hospital and with the gang,

“how is megumi? has he said anything?” you ask

“surprisingly not, i thought he would’ve made some comment by now about how you ran away to per-sue a life of becoming homeless and popping pills from the stress finally breaking you but he has been unusually quiet!”

“oh, uh-“ you were interrupted by being tapped on the shoulder behind you as you turn around being met face to face with familiar white hair,

asshole.

“hello Mr. Itadori, would you mind if i borrowed Ms. L/N from you?” he gives yuji his signature persuading smile and yuji nods

“yeah sure, my break is about over anyways but nice talking to you y/n- I MEAN UH MS. L/N!!!!” he says as he waves you off and walks away,

you turn your attention to satoru and without a word he grabs your hand to pull you

“where are we going? the hell do you want Gojo!” you ask annoyed

he pulls you aside to an empty closet and locks the door behind him with a key he had in his pants,

“what the fuck satoru? why did you lock us in here?!” you grow angry at his lack of communication.

the anger doesn’t last long because moments later you are faced with the white haired man on his knees now hugging your hips,

“i’m sorry y/n, i’m so sorry. suguru told me what happened last night and i was hammered and wasn’t thinking at all and i’m so fucking sorry, i promise i wont be bringing any of my ‘friends’ to the house anymore.” he says as he catches his breathe, leaning against your stomach leaving a small kiss on your stomach that held his baby.

“i don’t care if you bring your fuck buddies to the house, you’re a grown man, that isn’t my problem” you say not looking at him as you keep your hands to your side,

you were trying your best to keep your composure, satoru has a habit of getting exactly what he wants so his affection wasn’t gonna work on you.

“then why wont you look at me? i know we aren’t together or anything but i mean you’re carrying my child so the least i can do is respect you, and the drinking thing isn’t a thing that happens a lot i swear…i’ve just been a little stressed and worked up because this is all new…”

the way he acted wasn’t okay but you did understand this was a lot, it’s a lot on you too so you couldn’t really blame him for having a drink, you would too if you could.

“It’s okay, satoru” you say helping him get up from his knees so he can stand again and you help him fix his composure and he looks at you with a smile

the smile that could always make you forget how much of a dick head he can be sometimes.

but he meant this one.

his walkie talkie goes off as he hears his co worker stating that he’s needed in for last minute surgery

“gotta go” he says as he gives you a soft pat on the head

“be careful, if you need anything you can come to my office” and he rushes off.

work was pretty slow today, most of the patients had very minor injuries thankfully, it’s nearly the end of your shift before you get a last minute patient

“hey listen y/n, i know this is so last minute to ask but can you stay a little late today and take this last patient, i’ve got an emergency back at home, good news though! you’ll be working with kugisaki, i know how close you two are” shoko says as she smiles, “thanks again”

nobara stares at you and waits for shoko to leave,

“y/n where have you been, i’ve been texting you like a million times, i thought something serious happened to you”

“I know, i’m sorry just- i need to tell you something, i was going to wait til everyone is all together but i’ll just say it now” you say and this catches nobara’s attention as she looks at you with worry

“spill the tea, what is it?” she asks

“i’m pregnant..”

nobara pauses and you think she’s upset before her jaw nearly drops to the floor

“WHAAAAAAATTTTT???? BY WHO? OH MY GOD DID YOU HOOK UP WITH ONE OF THE MEN AT THE EVENT??? OH MY GOD I BET IT WAS SUGURU” she says invested as she begs to hear more details dying to know who the father is

“i would rather not say who but that’s why i haven’t been answering you guys texts, it’s just been a lot to take in lately” you say

and she finds her composure and hugs you

“don’t worry about it girl, i just wish you would have talked to me sooner, i wish we could’ve helped you” she says

you smile and let her know it’s okay before you make your way to meet your next patient,

you read over the information listed in your check board about the patient, the patient was minority injured in a car crash but needs to be checked for concussion

this shouldn’t take long

you look up to meet eyes with the woman from last night that was around satoru’s arm.

nobara now takes the clipboard, writing things down as she watches you examine the woman

“oh so you’re that one girl who looked sick last night with suguru, wow never would’ve guessed you would work in a place like this” she cockily laughs and nobara looks up at you with a slight hint of confusion and excitement at the mention of you being with suguru last night

“don’t know, you probably have me mixed up with someone else.” you say trying to stop this conversation before nobara gets any ideas.

“oh no i never forget a face. you know…” she scoots in closer to try and get under your skin, “i’ve never seen you around before and trust me i’m over there a lot”

you can tell she’s lying but you don’t really care enough to correct her.

“listen, i saw the way you were looking at satoru all lost puppy like and shit and i know you want him and all but me and him are kinda a thing and know each other really well and he was telling me last night about how he can’t wait til i get all swell with his kids and birth his baby, so you should probably pregnancy test me, you never know!” she says

it’s obvious she’s trying to get a reaction out of you and nobara is obviously catching on to a hint of annoyance from you but she knows not to push on or ask more, especially from a bitch like the woman sitting in front of you.

nobara figures it’s better to ask you yourself than some delusional woman who probably has a concussion.

“Ms. L/N I think we should discuss these papers, we will be just a moment, you just sit tight!” she gives the woman a fake smile before leaving the room with you

she grabs your arm and pulls you to the side,

“what am i hearing about! oh my god..geto??!!…ughhhh hes such a sweetheart! and doctor save a hoe? oh my god what about all this? you never told me you moved in girl!”

“keep your voice down nobara” and nobara giggles,

“so it’s true then!” she might as well start jumping from excitement, “oh my god this is like the stuff you see in movies, i’m high key jealous of you rn!” she says as she pokes your arm and you roll your eyes playfully at her

“yeah yeah whatever, what about the woman’s results?”

“oh yeah, she doesn’t have a concussion although she may be a tad bit delusional” she says and you both laugh

“could you walk her out? yuji has been waiting in the parking lot for like an hour complaining”

“yeah, no problem” you say

you both go your separate ways as you are now walking the woman to the entrance as she blabbers on about the details of satoru gojo, as if you cared to know more about the famous satoru gojo. not like you were carrying his child or anything

you both make your way to the checkout desk when you see satoru walk towards you both in his formal work attire rather than the scrubs he was wearing earlier, hes wearing black shoes and dress pants with a blue button up shirt, leaving the top buttons undone

the classic sexy doctor get up

the woman next to you waves at him trying to get his attention and he formally waved at her as he would any patient

“hey Mr. Gojo, last night was amazingggg!” she draws her words out and satoru looks confused and nods and waves her off wishing her a nice day

did he not remember her?

“Y/n, when does your shift end? we should ride home together, suguru and i came together but he left early so do you mind?” he asks turning his attention fully towards you

you see the woman give off a small scoff of jealousy as she marches away

“my shift ends now and yeah sure” you say bluntly

as you both walk silently to the car. watching his tall shadow trail behind you, your curiosity gets the best of you.

“did you uh get her pregnant” you stop in your tracks,

he stops to stand in front of you and gives you a look of confusion, “huh? uh i got you pregnant if that’s what you mean but you know that already obviously so..” he lets out a nervous laugh,

“no uh i mean the girl just now, like um did you uh…finish inside of her…?” you don’t know why you felt so nervous asking about this, was it really your place to ask if he got another woman pregnant? “she said y’all are a thing and you were talking to her about how you can’t wait for her belly to get swell and for her to birth your baby? did you get her pregnant?” you continue, not being able to hold eye contact with him

“oh uh i had no clue who that girl is, must have been a one time thing, pretty sure i just picked her up from a bar, but uh no i didn’t finish inside, pulled out..” he sounds nervous and a little embarrassed.

you nod somehow relieved, maybe you just didn’t wanna live with her, you thought to yourself

“okay…good then, uh let’s go home”

“mhm” he hums

he follows you like a dog as you grab your things and he takes them out of your hand to hold. the car ride home is silent and he places a gentle hand on your stomach softly pinching your hips, you feel a little awkward at first before you let yourself embarrass his touch. you can feel satoru’s eyes on you as you doze off, leaving satoru watching you with a hint of a soft smile across his lips.

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A/N. this took forever to write but im excited on writing the next chapter, which will hopefully be done by thanksgiving, i hope you enjoyed luvs <3

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Uh, she was always dealing with the devil

Grief can make life feel unbearable, especially after losing someone so dear to you. 

She knew this. It was consuming her whole, leaving her with a pain she couldn’t seem to numb in her daily life. The loss brought a new sense of pain she didn’t know one could feel.

In her attempt to escape the harsh reality, she kept drinking and drinking. But now, even the alcohol’s buzz no longer numbed the pain; she had grown used to it. It only brought her more agony, yet that didn’t mean she’d stop trying to numb it.

She had once mentioned wanting to try something else—another method to get a temporary fix, just a brief moment of relief from the pain. 

That’s why she was here tonight, with her friends, trying to dull the ache grief had left behind.

Shot after shot, Jisung and Hyunjin stayed by her side. 

Already buzzed from pregaming at their shared apartment with their other friends, they couldn't stop thinking about what she had said before.

She was always into taking those chances, yeah

The apartment Y/N shared with Hyunjin and Jisung was, yet again, the designated pregame spot. She needed another night out to drown out the pain she felt, so she suggested getting together with their friends, drinking a lot of booze, and going out afterward.

As the hours went by, the alcohol ensured they were all tipsy and gave her a rush of confidence she wouldn’t have otherwise.

“I just need to get laid again,” she said, sipping her mixed drink. Catching the wide eyes of her roommates over the rim of her glass, she smirked. Her intention became more obvious to them as she continued.

“Y’know, I’ve always wanted to try a threesome. Have any of you tried it?” she asked the guys as innocently as possible, but her two roommates caught her underlying tone.

“I have! You guys gotta try it!” Changbin, already very intoxicated, yelled out.

The rest chimed in with, “No, you didn’t,” “What was it like?” and the most-asked question: Was it with two women or with a man and a woman?

Grinning at the commotion she stirred up, her eyes drifted back over to her two roommates. They were huddled together, having a hushed conversation.

Jisung glanced at her with an almost pathetic and desperate look in his eyes. Quickly averting his gaze back to Hyunjin, his mind started to wander because of her statement.

Maybe they should ditch the substances tonight and try a different form of relief. Maybe even two different forms?

It was no secret to her, or any of their friends, that her two roommates were attracted to her. They, however, were oblivious to her attraction towards them, but the rest of the group wasn’t.

“Maybe we should ask her tonight,” Hyunjin quietly said to the younger boy next to him. 

Jisung pursed his lips and nodded. “Maybe.”

“I mean, she said she’d always wanted to try it,” Hyunjin proceeded. 

“And we both want to try it. So maybe we should do it.” Jisung nodded again at his friend. Lust crept in and clouded his mind. 

Man, he needs another drink. 

“What are you boys talking about?” Your voice pulled both boys out of their hushed conversation as if they were getting caught doing something they shouldn’t. 

“Uh–just uh, nothing special,” Jisung stammered out, mentally face-palming himself for his stupid cover-up. 

Hyunjin gave him a pointed look and averted his eyes back to yours. 

“Just sharing some thoughts,” he said as he gulped down his drink all at once. He set his glass on the table and wiped his mouth with his long fingers. 

The gesture did not escape her, her eyes fixed on his fingers. Hyunjin observed her as her eyes glassed over, still fixated on his hands. He watched her as she took her lower lip into her mouth and softly bit down. The look spreading on her face could only be described as horny.

It made him smirk, and now it confirmed for him that tonight was the night he’d show her another way of pleasure with Jisung.

Then she fell in love with a pill that could take away all her pain, uh 

Then she fell in love with a whole new drug that could fill her veins, and then

She kept chasing that high. The euphoric feeling blocked out all the pain she felt, pushing it further down the black box of grief and mourning. The box she didn’t want to open up and allow herself to feel with all the emotions at once.

She didn’t want to just feel, she just wanted to feel. Feel the ecstatic rush, the euphoric sensation, and just block out all her thoughts of the real world. She wants to be in this moment, in this delicious bubble of ecstasy, surrounded by her people.

Swaying her hips to the beat of the music, she let her hands roam her body. Featherlight touches as if teasing her skin, leaving a trail of hot, tingling sensation in its wake. She let her head hang back, closing her eyes while she felt the dopamine rush coming in.

Strobing lights flashed through the area, and she could only see flashes behind her closed eyelids. Lost in her pleasure out on the dance floor, two pairs of eyes followed her every move. 

Their eyes glued to her body, viewing how her hands teased her soft tummy, fingers trailing up, up, up to her tits. Gentle fingers teased her mounds through her top, making the two pairs of eyes glaze over with lust and excitement.

As if their gazes burned holes in her tingling skin, she looked over at her admirers. A sly smile clear on her face as she continued to fondle her tits.

They all knew what would happen tonight, even though they hadn’t said it out loud yet. By the way they had shared lust-filled looks, they knew how the night would end. 

Jisung downed his drink in one go, setting his glass back on the bar as he wiped his mouth. His eyes were still fixated on her sultry-moving body as his hand approached Hyunjin’s shoulder. He clasped his shoulder and nodded. 

The older boy broke out in a sly grin as he looked over at her swaying hips and lust-filled eyes. Jisung walked over to her, her eyes lighting up as she saw him approach her. 

Her hands pull him in as soon as he’s within arm's length of her, her body ignited by his touch alone. 

His hands pulled her closer to his body, as he watched her with a smirk on his face. Then, she felt another pair of hands on her body from behind her. 

She didn’t need to turn around to know whose hands were on her. Hyunjin’s scent infiltrated her senses. 

“Let me show you another way of pleasure, please baby?” Jisung asked her gently, as he leaned closer to her and she felt his hot breath on her ear. “We can show you another way, angel.” 

Hyunjin observed from behind her and pulled her body closer as she nodded at the younger boy. The music was so loud, but both boys could hear her sultry voice clear as day, “Show me.”

She's high (high)

She lives in the sky

Grinding her hips against Hyunjin’s groin, his hands travelled up her body. Roaming around, touching her skin so deliciously, it left a tingling sensation. Her head spinning, she let it fall back on his shoulders. Her neck is now exposed to the two boys wanting to dive in and satisfy her every need.

Jisung stood in front of her, his eyes glued to her exposed neck and how her top showed off her tits just right. Stepping forward, his hands went to her hips, grabbing them and guiding her movements on the older boy’s body. One hand grabbed Jisung’s shoulder, pulling him closer to her until her chest pressed up against his. Her other hand came up to Hyunjin’s hair, pulling at it out of pleasure.

Jisung’s gaze darkened, travelling from her face to her neck, and watched how Hyunjin slowly pressed his plump lips against the exposed skin. A gasp left her lips, as she felt delicious slow kisses on her neck. Her eyes locked with Jisung’s and her hand travelled from his shoulder to his neck, pulling him closer until their mouths ghosted over each other until he finally caved in first and pressed their lips together for a soaring, lustful kiss.

Hyunjin kept kissing her neck, pulling enticing sounds out of the girl in his arms. Now grinding his restrained cock against her ass to the rhythm of the music surrounding them. She let out another erotic gasp, allowing Jisung to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Wet, obscene sounds could be heard from the trio that stood in the dark corner of the club. 

Pulling away from the eager pair, her sultry eyes took in the two breathtaking boys in front of her. Grabbing their hands, she pulled them towards her and made her way through the crowd. 

She stopped in front of a door, kissing Hyunjin first before pulling her puffy lips away and pulling in Jisung. Ghosting her lips over his, a desperate whine left his mouth. Smirking slightly she pushed her lips on his. 

Then she took them both by their hands again and pushed open the door. The dimly lit, small bathroom was empty. She turned around and motioned the boys to come in and close the door. 

Jisung followed her first, Hyunjin trailing behind them and locking the door. Jisung’s lips were already back on hers, as he lifted her and sat her down on the bathroom sink.

Hyunjin quietly walked over to the pair, lost in each other. His eyes took in her body, how it reacted to Jisung’s touches and the sounds she made. 

His heartbeat sped up as the arousal spread in his body, blood rushing to his cock. 

His hands reached out to her as Jisung kissed his way down her body. Hyunjin touched the soft fabric of her top, and Jisung fumbled with her denim skirt. Slowly, Hyunjin pushed down the straps of her top, letting them fall off of her shoulders. Her hazy eyes met his, and a seductive smile formed on her lips. 

Jisung tapped her ass to lift, and he slid her panties down her legs. His boba eyes roamed her body, drinking in every single detail as if she could slip through his fingers.

Both Hyunjin and Jisung felt as if she was their drug, addicted to her taste already, even though she only touched their lips. At this moment, staring at her as if she was the centre of their universe. 

This is exactly how she wanted the two boys tonight. Willing to show her different ways of pleasure.

Tonight, she's satisfied (satisfied)

Rolling back her eyes

Spreading her legs as she was propped up on the bathroom sink, Jisung kneeled in front of her. The sight of her wet cunt bare in front of him made his mouth water. Then, he leaned forward and teased her with soft kisses on her inner thighs. 

A loud whine came from above him, her desperate sounds begging him to do something — anything. He looked up at her through his thick lashes, the dim light of the small bathroom dancing hand in hand with lust in his boba eyes.

Still teasing her, he gave her a featherlight kiss on her aching heat. A soft but erotic gasp escaped her lips and the sound drove him insane. He dove right in and flattened his tongue against her wet cunt, pulling another obscene sound from her chest. Her hands flew to his hair to pull him even closer to her aching core, grinding onto his tongue.

Hyunjin grabbed her face into his hands, forcing her eyes to be on him as Jisung pleasured her with his mouth. His thumb glided over her lips, forcing them to open and wrap around it. Her half-lidded, lust-ridden eyes stared up at him while her tongue swirled around his thumb. 

His cock was already painfully hard but the feeling of her wet mouth around his fingers made him lose his mind.

Her hands were tugging on Jisung’s hair, making him groan out in pleasure against her cunt. The vibrations of his groans added to the pleasure she already felt. She felt his fingers now prodding at her entrance, gathering the wetness of her arousal and his spit with his fingers. Teasingly, he slid between her folds, watching in awe at how her body was reacting to his touch.

Then, he slid one finger into her pussy, feeling her walls immediately clench around his finger. The stretch of his finger already felt amazing, she couldn’t wait until she would feel the stretch of his cock — and Hyunjin’s cock.

She felt Jisung slipping another finger into her pussy, fingering her open. Her eyes rolled back and she kept sucking on Hyunjin’s thumb. Seeing her experience pleasure by getting fingered and eaten out, Hyunjin couldn’t contain himself and his restrained cock any longer.

Pulling his thumb out of his mouth, he pulled her in for a hot, open-mouthed kiss and swallowed all her sweet sounds of ecstasy. “Please let me fill you up, pretty girl,” he moaned against her soft lips. She nodded frantically in response to Hyunjin’s question. 

He made quick work of his pants and boxers, hurrying to push them down far enough so his cock sprang free. Her eyes were glued to his cock, a bead of precum leaking out of the tip. She immediately grabbed his cock in her hands. Pumping it a few times as Hyunjin connected their lips again in a passionate kiss. 

Hyunjin moaned against her lips, her soft hands working on his shaft. Maybe it was because it had been a while for him or maybe it was because of the erotic scene playing out in front of him, but he felt like he could come any second by her touch. 

Entranced Jisung watched her as he still lapped at her cunt, feeling his cock harden at the sight of her kissing Hyunjin and pumping his cock while she got eaten out. Curling his fingers in her pussy, he felt her walls clench down hard on his fingers. She pulled back her lips from Hyunjin’s, a trail of saliva following their lips, as she felt the knot in her stomach tighten more and more. 

Hyunjin needed to slow down and calm his erratic heartbeat and his cock as he wasn’t done with the night yet. As she pulled away from his lips, he gently stopped her hands from stroking him, otherwise he would come already, 

She let out a whine in protest but soon was already lost again in the arousal and pleasure she felt because of Jisung’s mouth and fingers. 

Her moans echoing and bouncing off the walls of the small bathroom, she hung her head against the mirror behind her as she kept chasing the orgasm Jisung was about to pull from her with his fingers and his tongue. 

“Gonna cum on my fingers angel?” Jisung teased her, his fingers still pumping in and out of her and curling just right at that spot. 

She cried out at his words, biting her lower lips so hard she almost drew out blood. 

“Yes, yes— right there Sungie”, her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open as she felt the knot in her stomach tighten, ready to snap at any moment.

“Come around his fingers princess,” Hyunjin whispered in her ear seductively, as his hands came up to her neck. His large hand wrapped around her exposed throat, his hand tightening just enough to add to the pleasure she already felt. 

Their names spilt out of her lips like a mantra, as her orgasm washed over her, eyes rolled back. 

Her heavy breathing as she came down from her high was heard together with the wet sounds of Jisung still teasing her walls with his fingers and Hyunjin groaning at the sight of her. 

His lips captured hers once more. Jisung gently pulled out his fingers, making her whimper against Hyunjin’s mouth. 

Hyunjin pulled back, breathing heavily as he nudged Jisung to move. Jisung smirked and got up. While maintaining eye contact with her, he licked his fingers clean. 

She moaned out at the sight of Jisung enjoying her taste on his lips and fingers. 

Hyunjin stood between her legs, stroking his cock a few times before positioning himself in front of her wet cunt. Slick with her arousal and Jisung’s saliva, Hyunjin teased her aching hole with the tip of his cock. 

Slightly rubbing up and down, her back walls clenched around nothing. “Please Hyune,” she moaned, begging him to do something. 

Her hips shifted slightly as his hand came up to grab her waist. Holding his cock at the base he gently eased himself into her core. 

Hyunjin closed his eyes and groaned out loud at the feeling of her walls wrapping around his dick. It felt so soft and warm, so heavenly. Her moans reached his ears and he opened his eyes to see her face contorted by a twinge of pain from the size of his dick. 

Even though Jisung prepped her for Hyunjin and his cock, Hyunjin was still bigger than she was used to. 

Halfway in, he pulled out gently before pushing in again. She felt him go a bit deeper and the twinge of pain turned slowly into pleasure. Bottoming out, his other hand came up to her neck and pulled her in for another kiss. 

“Please– fuck, move,” she moaned out against his lips and he was happy to oblige. His hips snapped into her at a brutal pace, one hand holding her soft waist as the other held a firm grip on her neck. 

This position allowed him to pull her back on his cock and watch as his cock disappeared into her tight hole. 

He saw her fingers sneak their way down and she began rubbing tight circles on her clit. 

“Are you gonna cum again princess? Come all over my cock?” Hyunjin’s voice was deep, and sultry and sent another wave of pleasure through her body. 

His cock was hitting the right spots and she felt the tension in her core creep up again. 

“Yes, yes, yes–”, she cried out in ecstasy, her head falling back against the mirror. 

Hyunjin kept his brutal pace and snapped his hips against hers, hitting just the right spot. She moaned out his name over and over again as the pleasure kept building in her core. 

Hyunjin leaned down, kissed her once more and took her lower lip between his. The slight pain of his teeth on her lip made her cry out in pleasure.

“Come for me baby,” Hyunjin gritted out against her lips, and she did. 

Her orgasm hit her hard, seeing white spots in her vision as she closed her eyes tightly and let her head fall back. She kept rubbing furiously as she rode out her orgasm. 

Her body almost went limp as Hyunjin kept fucking her through her orgasm. 

“Good girl,” he kissed her once more. His pace slowed down to sharper thrusts.

Jisung had pulled his pants down and was stroking his cock at the sight of her getting fucked by Hyunjin. Her skirt and panties were discarded on the dirty bathroom floor, and her top was pulled down so her perfect tits were bare.

All the sweet sounds she made went straight to his cock. 

He didn’t know he could be so aroused by seeing her come undone on another man’s cock. 

Her head rolled to the side and her half-ridden, pleasure-filled eyes locked with Jisungs. Her free hand reached out to Jisung, “Please Sungie,” she motioned for him to come closer.

Hyunjin looked over at Jisung, but the younger one was focused on her body and how she responded to Hyunjin’s cock hitting all the right spots.

“You wanna get filled up by Jisung now, princess hm?” She nodded and bit her lip in response, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Use your words, princess.” He gave another sharp thrust into her sensitive walls. 

“Y-yes, please-” she whimpered out. 

He gave her one last sharp thrust, before pulling out and leaving her aching for more. 

He stepped aside so Jisung could take his place, while Hyunijn wrapped his own hands around his cock. Using her wetness as lube and jerked up and down as he watched her and Jisung. 

Jisung pulled her in for a kiss, a bit softer than how Hyunjin pulled her in. Gliding his tongue over her bottom lip, she gasped as she felt him pick her up. 

He set her down gently and spun her around. Bending her over the small bathroom sink, the action was rougher than how he picked her up. Her face was pressed against the fogged-up mirror. 

Jisung spread her ass cheeks and dropped a glob of saliva from his lips, on top of her used hole. The slightest touch already had her whining and withering around. Her eyes closed and biting her lip. 

Jisung guided his tip inside of her, the feeling of her walls engulfing him almost made him cum on the spot. 

She was getting impatient and tried to back her hips back up onto his cock. 

Jisung shook his head and tutted. “Angel, you have to be patient. Be a good girl.”

The pet name made her cry out, and Jisung slid his cock into her with one motion, bottoming out immediately. 

While Hyunjin’s cock was longer, Jisung’s was thicker. Her pussy got fucked open by Hyunjin but she still felt a slight sting because of the girth of Jisung’s cock. 

Grabbing her hips, he felt her pushing back onto his cock. He groaned out at the feeling of her fucking herself onto his cock. 

His eyes look down at how his cock gets swallowed by her pussy. Her mouth hung open in ecstasy and she felt his hands trail up to her shoulder blades and her neck.

His hands tangled in her hair as he roughly pulled at it, lifting her face from the mirror. Hyunjin stepped closer, still stroking his cock as he wiped the mirror in front of her face. 

“Look at yourself angel, look how pretty you look-” He murmured in her ear as he kissed her neck. “All fucked out,” Another heating kiss on her neck. 

“Cumming so prettily for both of us, doesn’t she?” Hyunjin’s voice seductively asked them both, and Jisung groaned in response. “So pretty.”

Her eyes took in her reflection and she whimpered at the sight of her make-up smeared, mascara under her eyes and lipstick smudged. Her hair was sticking to her face. 

Then her eyes flicked over to Hyunjin’s, locking their eyes as she felt Jisung pound into her aching but sensitive hole. 

“H-harder – please Sung–”, she cried out as she dug her fingers into the sink to hold her steady. 

More than happy to oblige her request, Jisung thrust harder into her wet core. He tugged at her hair again and kissed her shoulders. “Pussy feels s’good angel,” he whined, hot breath on her skin.

Hyunjin felt his orgasm creeping in but tried to hold it off until she came again for them. “Are you gonna cum again princess?” he asked her as she tried to hold herself up against the sink. Her legs wobbling as Jisung kept pounding into her. 

She nodded and let her head fall against the mirror. Whining out, she felt another rush of arousal spread through her body. The feeling kept bubbling and Hyunjin’s words added to the pleasure she felt while Jisung kept fucking her. 

“Shit– fuck, angel,” the words spilt from Jisung’s lips sending the bubbling feeling over the edge. She tried to hold herself up but the feeling of Jisung’s strokes and words was becoming too much. 

“Oh my god-” Flushed and sweaty, she sobbed through the sensitive feeling of her walls clenching around Jisung’s cock.

“I’m gonna cum, where do you want me to cum?” Jisung grunted as he tried to keep his pace steady. 

“Inside – please inside Sungie”, Jisung moaned loudly as he heard her words, his steady pace faltering. With a few more sloppy thrusts, Jisung came loudly, moaning her name as his cum painted her walls. 

The warm, sticky feeling made her moan out in pleasure. Jisung let his head rest on her shoulders and placed a soft kiss there. “Thank you angel.”

Hyunjin couldn’t hold his orgasm at bay any longer, seeing Jisung’s cum dripping out of her pussy as he pulled out with a hiss. 

She turned around and gave him one last kiss before pulling away and locking her eyes with Hyunjin. 

“Now it’s your turn to cum baby,” her voice was sultry, eyes still full of desire and cum was dripping down her legs. But she still went down on her knees and took Hyunjin’s cock in her hands. 

She moved her hand up and down slowly, seeing how Hyunjin watched her every move. She then took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around the tip of his length. 

A strangled sound left his lips as his hands tangled in her hair to guide her on his shaft. Her hot mouth sucking him in, hallowing her cheeks. Her hand stroked the rest of his length that didn’t fit in her mouth.

“Just like that princess,” his hips moved along with her movements, eyes locked on his. 

“God, you’re gonna make me cum.” He bit his lower lip as she kept sucking him and taking him deeper into her mouth. 

Breathing through her nose, she almost took all of him in. Hyunjin felt his abdomen tighten as he felt her gag slightly on his cock. 

“Are you gonna take it all like a good girl princess?” he chased that feeling in his abdomen, travelling down to his cock. 

One of her hands came up to cup his balls and palm them while she bobbed up and down his length, the other still stroked the rest she couldn’t fit. His hands were still in her hair, he pushed her head down a little harder, which made her moan around his cock. 

The vibration of her moans sent Hyunjin over the edge and spurts of his hot cum painted her throat. And just like promised, she took it and swallowed all of it. 

“Good fuckin’ girl, princess,” Hyunjin gasped out as she released his dick with a pop and smiled up to him. Showing her tongue, she swallowed every last drop he gave her.

Blissed out, silence fell over them as the bass of the club's loud music penetrated through the walls. 

Hyunjin helped her up while Jisung picked up her clothes from the ground. Hyunjin turned on the faucet to wet a piece of toilet paper. With this, he helped her clean her sensitive core. 

Jisung helped her put her denim skirt back on and put her top on right again. 

She still felt like she was on a rosy cloud of dopamine. Her two roommates, both of whom she had wanted for a long time, finally showed her another way she could also get a rush of dopamine without turning to substances.

A dopey smile spread out on her face. Jisung caught her staring at how the two boys gave her some aftercare, even though they were still in the dirty, small bathroom of the club. 

After he adjusted the straps of her top on her shoulders, he leaned in once more to give her a soft peck. “Thank you,” she murmured against his lips. 

“Any time angel, just let me–us know.” Jisung smiled softly as she leaned back with still a blissed-out look on her face. Hyunjin took one of her hands in his and left soft kisses on the back of her hand. 

Both boys were at either side of her, as she spoke up after a minute. “Wanna go home and go again?”

Hyunjin and Jisung looked at each other, words unspoken. 

They would be happy to help her again and again get that temporary fix, a dopamine rush, pleasure. 

Because she just went to heaven and back.

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Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.

[hannie-roses]

Love in the line of fire

Pairing: Seungmin x fem¡reader

Synopsis: Y/N never expected her quiet, life to be turned upside down by Seungmin, the most frustrating guy she’s ever met. With his sharp tongue, annoying sarcasm, and habit of always being right, Seungmin seems determined to get under her skin.The two can’t seem to spend a moment in each other’s presence without clashing. But as circumstances force them to work together with a shared project. Y/N begins to see seungmin in a different light. Beneath his biting remarks are moments of surprising vulnerability and kindness that confuse her a weird kindness. And maybe, just maybe, the reason she can’t stop thinking about him isn’t because she hates him — but because her heart is starting to betray her.

Genre: Romance, Enemies-to-Lovers, smut, hardcore degradation¡

Etc: Emotional growth, misunderstandings, vulnerability, and the fine line between love and hate. MINORS DNI

Word count: 15k

Y/N tapped her pen against the edge of her notebook, glancing toward the clock and praying for the lecture to end. Just as the professor launched into another tangent, the seat beside her creaked, and she didn’t have to look to know who it was. Seungmin. Of course. He always had a way of showing up when she least wanted him around. Without a word, he slid into the chair like he owned the place, tossing his bag to the floor with that same careless confidence she found maddening. “Still pretending to not care?” he muttered under his breath, barely glancing her way. Y/N exhaled through her nose, gripping her pen tighter. “Do you ever shut up?” she whispered sharply. Seungmin leaned back in his chair with a lazy shrug. “Not when you’re this fun to mess with.”

Seungmin’s grin didn’t waver, but his eyes darkened, sharp and unyielding. “Wow, someone’s feeling bold today,” he shot back smoothly. “Must be exhausting trying that hard to stay relevant when no one actually cares.” He leaned closer, voice dropping just enough to sting. “If you spent half as much effort on your grades as you do on these weak comebacks, maybe you wouldn’t be clinging to a B-minus like it’s a lifeline.” Y/N’s jaw clenched, but the smug glint in Seungmin’s eyes told her he knew exactly how deep he’d cut and that he was enjoying every second of it.

The collective groan from the class did nothing to calm Y/N’s nerves. She tapped her pen nervously on the desk, praying—please, not Seungmin. But, of course, life wasn’t that kind.

“Y/N and Seungmin,” the professor read aloud.

Her heart sank like a stone.

“No way,” Y/N muttered under her breath, but the professor’s sharp glance silenced any further protest.

“You two will coordinate where and when you meet,” he continued, oblivious to the glares she and Seungmin exchanged. “And given the size of the project, you’ll need a consistent place to work. Off-campus is probably best.”

Seungmin leaned over, grinning like a cat that just cornered a mouse. “Guess I’ll be seeing a lot of you for the next two weeks. Your place works, right?”

“No,” Y/N hissed, her voice low and tense.

“Unless you plan on coming over to my place every day, I suggest you rethink that,” Seungmin said smugly. “I have roommates, remember? Way too loud for serious work.”

“And you think I want you at my house?” Y/N shot back, her pulse pounding.

“Not really,” he replied, flashing a smirk. “But it’s that or fail. Your call.”

She clenched her jaw so tight it hurt. Before she could snap back, the professor interrupted. “Enough. Either work together, or get comfortable with an F.”

As the bell rang, Y/N grabbed her things and stormed out, but Seungmin followed right on her heels. “This’ll be fun,” he said, far too cheerful for her liking.

“Fun?” she spat. “The only fun part will be when these two weeks are over.”

“Aw, come on. It’s not that bad,” he teased. “Two weeks, your place, no distractions. What could go wrong?”

“Everything,” Y/N muttered, marching ahead—but Seungmin’s voice trailed after her, smug and infuriating as ever.

“Careful, Y/N. I might grow on you.”

She whipped around, glaring at him. “In your dreams, Seungmin.”

“Plenty of room for that in two weeks,” he said with a wink, leaving her fuming as he strolled off, whistling like this was all a game.

Y/N stared after him, heart pounding with frustration—and something else she wasn’t ready to name. Two weeks of Seungmin in her house? This was going to be a nightmare.

That evening, Y/N sat on her couch, scrolling mindlessly through her phone, hoping to find some miracle excuse to cancel this nightmare of a project. But just as she began to delude herself into thinking she could fake being sick for two weeks, her phone buzzed. A new message. From him.

Seungmin: Be there at 7. Try not to cry about it.

Her fingers twitched over the keyboard. She wanted to tell him to go to hell—or, better yet, to find a different partner—but the professor’s warning echoed in her mind: Failing. Forty percent. No excuses. With a growl of frustration, she threw her phone down and glared at the ceiling.

Her front door rang at exactly 7:00. Of course. Punctual and annoying, as always. She stomped to the door, wrenching it open to find Seungmin leaning against the frame, duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a grin plastered on his stupidly perfect face.

“You’re right on time,” Y/N muttered, arms crossed.

“Impressed?” he asked, stepping inside like he owned the place. “I aim to please.”

“No, you aim to annoy,” she shot back, closing the door a little harder than necessary.

“Close enough,” he said, kicking off his shoes and scanning her living room. “Cozy. I like it. So, where’s the workspace?”

“In the dining room,” she muttered, leading him to the table she had already set up with books, notebooks, and a few pens. “And keep your stuff over there. Don’t touch anything else.”

Seungmin dropped his duffel onto the floor with an exaggerated sigh. “Bossy, bossy. We’re going to have so much fun.”

“Yeah, can’t wait,” Y/N said flatly, flipping open the book they had to analyze. “Let’s get this over with.”

He pulled out a chair and sat across from her, leaning back with that smug expression she already hated. “So, what’s the plan, partner? Or are you just winging this?”

“We split it in half. I handle character analysis, you do themes,” she said without looking up.

“Yawn,” Seungmin responded, drumming his fingers on the table. “How about we both do everything? It’ll be easier if we bounce ideas off each other.”

“That’s your definition of ‘easier?’” she scoffed.

“Yup. I get to show off how much smarter I am. You get to keep up if you can.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “I swear, Seungmin, if you make one more cocky comment—”

He leaned forward, cutting her off with that same infuriating grin. “Relax, Y/N. You’ll survive. Probably.”

“Oh my God, I already regret this,” she groaned, dragging a hand down her face.

Seungmin pulled the book toward him, skimming the first page. “What are we working on first, genius?”

Y/N shot him a glare but decided to pick her battles. “Fine. We’ll start with the protagonist’s flaws.”

“Perfect,” he said, smirking as he tapped the book. “Flaws are my specialty.”

She gave him a deadpan look. “Yeah. That, I believe.”

For the next hour, they bickered over every minor detail—whether the protagonist’s decision was reckless or necessary, whether the author’s message was subtle or obvious. Every suggestion Y/N made, Seungmin found a way to challenge. Every time she pushed back, his smug grin only grew.

“You like being difficult, don’t you?” Y/N snapped after another argument about a minor character’s importance.

“Not my fault you’re wrong,” Seungmin replied, effortlessly flipping the page.

“You are unbearable,” she muttered, scribbling in her notebook with enough force to rip through the paper.

“And yet,” Seungmin said, not missing a beat, “here we are. Stuck together. For two whole weeks.”

Y/N glared at him, determined to ignore the little flicker of heat that surged in her chest. She hated him. Absolutely hated him.

So why was she starting to think that two weeks might not be long enough?

Seungmins POV:

Seungmin leaned back in his chair, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his sharp gaze locked on Y/N. She was hunched over her notebook, scribbling furiously like the fate of the world depended on it. And honestly? Watching her spiral into frustration was the most entertaining part of his day.

He twirled his pen between his fingers, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. There was something almost addictive about pushing Y/N—like winding up a spring just to see how far it would snap. Most people couldn’t keep up with him, but she gave as good as she got. And that? That was rare.

“So,” he said slowly, voice laced with mock interest, “are we really going to sit here and act like your little analysis makes any sense?”

Her pen stopped mid-sentence. She lifted her head, fixing him with that deadly, narrowed stare that said she was two seconds away from throwing the book at his face.

“You’re joking,” she said flatly, but the dangerous edge in her voice said otherwise.

He tilted his head, flashing her a grin that had irritated more people than he could count. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

Y/N leaned back, arms crossed tightly over her chest, radiating annoyance. “If being insufferable were a career, you’d be CEO.”

He laughed, low and smug, as if her insult was the funniest thing he’d heard all day. “If that’s the best you’ve got, these two weeks are going to drag.”

“They already are,” she shot back, the venom in her voice making his grin widen.

God, she made this too easy. The way she bristled at every word, as if her whole mission in life was to prove him wrong—it was almost impressive. Almost.

“Look,” he said, leaning forward just enough to make her shift uncomfortably. “We can sit here and argue all night if you want, but at the end of the day? I’m still going to be right. Might as well save yourself the trouble.”

Her jaw clenched so hard he could practically hear her grinding her teeth. “The only thing worse than working with you is that you actually believe you’re always right.”

“Not always,” he said with a cocky shrug. “Just when it matters.”

She let out a frustrated groan, muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like an insult. He didn’t care—if anything, it only made his grin grow. He drummed his pen against the table, letting the rhythmic tap fill the tense silence. Two weeks. She’s stuck with me.

And the way she glared at him, as if every second spent in his presence was a personal offense? Yeah, this was going to be the most entertaining project of his life.

“Let’s just finish this,” she grumbled, flipping the book open with a huff.

“Oh no,” Seungmin said, settling into his chair with a lazy smirk. “This? We’re just getting started.”

Seungmin leaned his elbows on the table, chin resting on his hand, watching Y/N pretend he didn’t exist. Her pen scratched furiously across the page, her jaw tight with irritation. She was probably imagining setting him on fire. If looks could kill, he’d already be six feet under.

The thought made him grin.

This wasn’t just any school project—this was two weeks of uninterrupted, front-row tickets to every scowl, eye roll, and exasperated sigh she had in her arsenal. And for some reason, knowing he could irritate her with so little effort made the whole ordeal worth it.

But the silence between them was too tempting, too perfect to leave untouched. He tapped his pen on the edge of her notebook, just enough to make her pause. “So,” he said, voice light and teasing, “how long are you going to pretend that ignoring me will make me disappear?”

Y/N’s head snapped up, her eyes blazing with a mix of hatred and exhaustion. “If I concentrate hard enough, maybe the universe will do me a favor.”

He smirked, leaning closer until their faces were inches apart. “Hate to break it to you, but I’m not going anywhere. You, me, this project? We’re in it for the long haul.”

Seungmin could already feel the headache forming behind his eyes, and it had Y/N’s name written all over it. She sat across from him, muttering under her breath as she flipped through pages, acting like she could outwork him through sheer willpower. He watched her, amused, as she bit the inside of her cheek—her tell whenever she was pissed but trying to keep it together.

God, she’s so predictable. Every time she tried to ignore him, it was like dangling a challenge in front of him. And if there was one thing Seungmin didn’t do, it was let a challenge go unanswered. Two weeks. He had two whole weeks to get under her skin, and he’d be damned if he didn’t make the most of it.

She thinks she can just steamroll me? Cute.

He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the edge of the table, each little sound like a ticking bomb waiting to go off. Y/N’s eyes flicked toward his hand, then away, as if acknowledging him would only make it worse.

“Come on,” he thought, watching her squirm. Take the bait, Y/N. You know you want to.

And right on cue, she slammed her pen down with just enough force to make it bounce. “Can you not?” she snapped, her voice strained with that particular kind of irritation reserved just for him.

He grinned, enjoying the way her frustration simmered right beneath the surface, begging to spill over. She makes this too easy.

“Sorry,” he said, not sorry at all. “Didn’t know focus was such a fragile thing for you.”

Y/N shot him a glare so sharp it could’ve sliced through steel. And just like that, there it was—that fire he knew all too well. The one that made this project more than just an annoying grade—it made it entertainment.

Admit it, Y/N. You love this game as much as I do.

“Look,” she said, her voice tight and clipped, “the sooner we finish this, the sooner we don’t have yo be around eachother.”

Seungmin leaned back in his chair, pretending to think it over. “Tempting,” he said lazily, “but where’s the fun in that?”

She let out a breath, long and heavy, like she was two seconds away from strangling him. And for a split second, he wondered what it would feel like to really push her past her limit—what it would take to see her lose that tightly controlled composure completely.

Careful, Seungmin. Too far, and she’ll actually murder you.

Still, the idea made him smirk. “Two weeks,” he reminded her, voice low and smooth. “Better get comfortable. We’re just getting started.”

Y/N let out a frustrated groan, rubbing her temples like dealing with him was a full-time job. And Seungmin? He was loving every second of it.

This is going to be fun.

Day 5

Y/n POV:

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, chewing the inside of her cheek as Seungmin lounged across the floor of her room, flipping through his notes like he owned the place. She hated how comfortable he looked, leaning back against her bed frame, one leg stretched out, the other bent just enough to tap his stupid pen against his knee. Every movement he made was irritatingly relaxed, as if this project wasn’t suffocating her sanity more with each passing day.

It had been five days. Five long days of Seungmin’s sarcasm, smug smirks, and infuriating comments. Five days of biting her tongue to keep from losing it completely. She should’ve been ready to scream by now. Should’ve been counting down the hours until they could submit the project and be done with each other. And yet…

Her heart did this weird little flutter every time he smirked at her. And that was new.

She clutched her notebook a little tighter, glaring at it as if the page was responsible for the uncomfortable sensation growing in her chest. It made no sense. None. She hated him—or at least, she thought she did. So why, in the middle of an otherwise perfectly normal afternoon, did her heart stutter when he absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair? Why did the sound of him quietly clearing his throat make her stomach twist?

This was bad. Really bad.

“You know,” Seungmin said, breaking the silence without even glancing at her, “if you keep frowning like that, your face might get stuck.”

Her head snapped up, ready to fire back, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, all she could focus on was the way his lips curved—just slightly, like he knew exactly how close she was to throwing something at him.

But instead of the familiar anger bubbling to the surface, something else stirred inside her. Something softer. Something that made her feel unsteady, like the floor wasn’t quite where it should be.

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to look away, pretending to scribble down nonsense in her notebook. What the hell is wrong with me? This was Seungmin. Annoying, arrogant, thinks-he-knows-everything Seungmin. The same guy who had spent the last five days driving her to the edge of her patience. There was no logical reason for her chest to feel tight just because he was sitting a few feet away from her.

“Y/N?” His voice was smooth, with just the right amount of smugness to set her on edge. She hated how much she noticed that now. “You zoning out on me? Wow. Guess I’m more interesting than I thought.”

She clenched her jaw, willing the heat rising to her cheeks to go away. “In your dreams, Seungmin.”

He chuckled, and that stupid sound made her stomach flip. Oh my God. Get it together.

Forcing herself to stay composed, she scrawled something—anything—on the paper in front of her, just to avoid looking at him. But it didn’t help. She could still feel him there, his presence filling the room like he belonged.

And the worst part? A small, traitorous part of her didn’t mind it.

Day 5 – Later That Night

By the time the sun set, the air between them felt heavier. Y/N could still hear Seungmin’s voice echoing in her head, every sarcastic comment, every smug laugh lingering far longer than it should. She hated that he lived rent-free in her mind, yet here she was, sitting across from him in her own room, pretending she wasn’t hyper-aware of every time he breathed.

Seungmin stretched his legs out further, toes brushing her ankle beneath the table, and she jolted at the unexpected contact. It wasn’t like he kicked her—just a graze. Nothing. But it sent sparks racing up her leg. What the hell was that? She tucked her feet beneath her chair, desperate to create some distance between them, but the damage was already done.

No. Nope. Don’t do this, Y/N. You do not catch feelings for Seungmin.

He glanced up from his laptop, one eyebrow raised. “You okay over there? Or is this the part where you malfunction?”

She shot him a withering look, trying to smother the warmth rising to her cheeks. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

But her voice lacked its usual bite, and Seungmin noticed. Of course, he noticed. That smug grin crept back onto his face, slow and deliberate, like he knew something she didn’t. And for the first time, she felt completely out of her depth.

“Relax,” he said, his voice low, almost playful. “I’m not that irresistible, you know.”

Her heart stuttered. The teasing in his voice was meant to annoy her—it was supposed to drive her crazy. But now, all it did was send her pulse racing. And the worst part? He could probably hear it.

She rolled her eyes, trying to hide the crack forming in her composure. “God, you’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” he murmured, leaning back against her bedframe, “here we are.”

There was something dangerous about the way he looked at her then—like he wasn’t just trying to get under her skin anymore. No, this felt different. Like he was testing the waters, waiting to see what would happen if he pushed just a little further.

Y/N clenched her jaw, forcing herself to look anywhere but at him. But the silence between them had shifted. It wasn’t the usual battle of snarky comments and irritation—it felt thicker, heavier. Like tension wound too tight, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.

And God help her, part of her wanted it to snap.

Seungmin cleared his throat, pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. “We’re getting nowhere with this,” he said, closing his laptop with a soft click. “Let’s take a break.”

She blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “What? Now?”

“Yeah. I’m hungry.” He stood, stretching his arms above his head, the hem of his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin.

Her gaze flickered—just for a second—and she cursed herself internally for even noticing. Get it together, Y/N.

“Come on,” he said, smirking as if he caught her looking. “You’ve gotta eat, too. Or is brooding your new diet plan?”

“I don’t brood,” she muttered, standing reluctantly.

“Sure you don’t.” He grabbed his jacket, slinging it over one shoulder. “You coming, or are you just gonna sit here and think about me all night?”

Her jaw dropped, and for a moment, all she could do was stare at him, heat flooding her face.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “You’re unbelievable.”

He shot her a wink—an actual wink—and headed for the door.

And against every ounce of logic and reason she had left, Y/N found herself following him.

What am I doing?

Later That Night – Y/N’s Thoughts

What the hell is wrong with me?

Y/N trailed a few steps behind Seungmin as they made their way down the dimly lit street. The cool night air kissed her skin, but it did nothing to chill the chaos swirling in her head. She was supposed to hate him—despise him with every fiber of her being. Yet here she was, walking next to the human equivalent of a headache, heart thumping against her ribs like it had no idea they were supposed to be enemies.

He’s a nightmare. A smug, know-it-all pain in the ass. I hate him. I do. I’ve always hated him. So why the hell do I keep looking at his stupid smile like it’s some kind of rare eclipse?

She risked a glance at him. He was walking easily beside her, hands stuffed into his pockets, his usual cocky energy radiating off him like he didn’t have a care in the world. The streetlights caught the angles of his jaw, and for one fleeting second, she wondered how someone so irritating could look so—

Nope. Nope. Abort mission. I did not just think that.

Her eyes shot forward again, face heating with the kind of embarrassment that felt physical. God, if there’s a hell, I deserve front-row seats for this.

Why did her heart do that annoying little flutter every time he so much as breathed in her direction? Why couldn’t she stop wondering what his hair would feel like if she ran her hands through it? And why—why—did it feel weirdly comfortable being next to him? Like maybe, if she wasn’t so busy hating him, she could—

No. No, no, no. This is Seungmin. Arrogant, rude, irritating Seungmin. You are not allowed to feel anything for him. You’re supposed to roll your eyes, not… not want to kiss him.

That thought hit her like a slap, and she nearly stumbled over her own feet. What the hell? No. No way. I did not just think that.

But now that the thought was there, it was impossible to unthink it. The idea of kissing him hovered at the edges of her mind, taunting her. And the worst part? Some small, deeply buried part of her didn’t hate it.

This can’t be happening. I’m losing it. It’s only been five days, and I’m already losing my damn mind.

Seungmin glanced back at her, his lips quirking up in a grin that made her stomach flip. “You good back there, or do I need to carry you?”

She shot him a glare that was half-hearted at best. There it is. That smug, cocky look that makes me want to throw him into traffic. So why does it also make my chest feel weird?

“Shut up,” she muttered, shoving her hands deeper into her jacket pockets.

He chuckled softly—just enough to make her pulse stutter—and turned back around, still leading the way.

Two weeks of this. Two whole weeks of being alone with him, stuck together in my room, breathing the same air. How am I supposed to survive that when five days already feel like this?

She bit the inside of her cheek, desperate to stop the thoughts before they spiraled further. But it was too late. They were there now, sitting in her mind like uninvited guests, whispering things she didn’t want to admit.

What if I don’t hate him as much as I thought?

And the scariest part? She wasn’t sure if she wanted the feelings to stop.

The quiet hum of the city filled the air around them, but all Y/N could focus on was the warmth radiating off Seungmin as they walked side by side. He’s infuriating, she thought, clenching her fists inside her pockets to keep from reaching out and shoving him—or worse, touching him. And yet, there’s something about him that’s so… captivating.

She could feel the weight of their proximity. With every step, the space between them felt charged, like the air before a storm. Each time he laughed at something that wasn’t even funny, her heart responded in ways that left her unsettled. Why was her body betraying her? It made no sense! I should be focused on the project. I should be annoyed! But instead, I’m caught up in this stupid, stupid distraction.

As they reached a small café, Y/N hesitated at the entrance, suddenly questioning everything. Why am I even here? Seungmin had a way of breaking down her defenses, and it terrified her.

“Are you coming or what?” he called over his shoulder, his voice laced with amusement.

Rolling her eyes, she followed him inside, trying to ignore the way her pulse quickened at the sight of him ordering. He moved with an ease that made it seem like he belonged anywhere he went, and part of her resented how much she admired that. Why can’t I be as effortlessly cool?

“Your usual?” he asked, turning to face her, that mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Yeah. I think I can manage to order for myself, thanks,” she shot back, crossing her arms defensively.

He shrugged, a playful smirk stretching across his lips. “Just checking. Wouldn’t want you to starve, especially since you seem to be so preoccupied with… whatever is going on in that head of yours.”

Ugh. Why does he have to be so infuriatingly perceptive?

The barista called their names, and they took their drinks to a small table outside, the cool breeze playing with her hair as she sat down. Seungmin leaned back, eyes scanning the street as if he owned it. He’s so casual, so sure of himself. What is it about him?

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked suddenly, snapping her from her reverie.

She was taken aback, heat creeping into her cheeks. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t. I’m just bored.” His nonchalance was maddening. “And besides, it’s either that or watch you brood.”

Brood? She was not brooding! But she couldn’t deny the truth in his words. She was on the verge of an emotional meltdown, and he was somehow the cause. How was that even fair?

“Fine,” she said, voice tight. “I was just wondering why you’re so annoyingly confident all the time.”

His eyebrows shot up, surprise flickering across his face before he laughed. “Annoyingly confident? I like that. But seriously, why wouldn’t I be? Life’s too short to spend it pretending you don’t matter.”

His words hung in the air, and Y/N found herself searching his eyes, looking for any sign of insincerity. But there was none. He looked genuine—almost earnest. It made her heart race again, this time with something she didn’t want to name.

“I just don’t get it,” she muttered, leaning forward. “How can you just… be so open? You act like everything’s a joke.”

“Because it is,” he said simply, a grin playing on his lips. “What’s the point of taking life too seriously? All it does is stress you out.”

So easy for you to say, she thought bitterly, but she couldn’t help but be intrigued. Maybe there was something to his carefree attitude. It was like he found joy in the chaos, while she was stuck in her own head, overthinking every little detail.

“Okay, Mr. Wise Guy,” she said, a challenge lacing her voice. “What do you do when things get tough?”

Seungmin’s expression shifted, a brief flash of something deeper crossing his face. “You adapt. You find a way to make it work. Or you move on. It’s that simple.”

For a moment, Y/N felt her defenses wavering. There was something in his tone, a raw honesty that made her want to lean in closer. But before she could respond, he shifted topics, breaking the tension. “But enough about my wisdom—I need to know what’s going on in that frowning little head of yours.”

“Nothing,” she insisted, her heart racing as she tried to deflect. “I’m just thinking about the project.”

“Sure you are,” he said, teasingly rolling his eyes. “You know, I can see through your lies.”

She let out an exasperated sigh, frustration mixing with an unexpected thrill. “You really think you know me that well?”

“I’m getting there,” he replied, leaning back in his chair, that smug grin returning. “Just give it time.”

Why does that make my heart race?

With every teasing remark and playful jab, Y/N found herself drawn deeper into the tangled web of their strange relationship. This back-and-forth was exhausting, but exhilarating. She wanted to fight it. She wanted to shove it down, to pretend it didn’t exist. But the longer they spent together, the harder it became to ignore the spark that crackled between them.

What if he was right? What if life really was too short to overthink everything?

And just like that, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle overhead, Y/N realized she had a choice to make: keep pushing him away or lean into the storm brewing between them.

Day 7 – Seungmin’s POV

Seven days in and I was beginning to wonder if hell had frozen over. It was day seven of the project, and Y/N still acted like she wanted to rip my head off, but I could sense a shift in the atmosphere. Maybe it was the way her eyes lingered on me a fraction too long, or how her lips curved into an involuntary smile whenever I cracked one of my usual jokes. It was infuriating, really. The more I tried to get under her skin, the more she seemed to react in ways that made my heart race—and not just because she was a walking tornado of annoyance.

Today was supposed to be just another tedious afternoon spent holed up in her room, but there was something different in the air. She paced back and forth, hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, the tension in her body nearly palpable. Every step she took seemed to echo in my mind, pulling my focus back to her time and again.

I was supposed to be working on our project, but all I could think about was how those jeans hugged her hips just right. How her eyes sparkled with fire whenever I teased her, and how her laughter, despite all my efforts to annoy her, could cut through the tension like a hot knife through butter. It was a disaster waiting to happen, and I was the one holding the match.

“Seungmin, can you focus for once?” she snapped, breaking through my thoughts.

I looked up, feigning innocence. “I am focused. Just contemplating the complexities of our groundbreaking project.”

She rolled her eyes, arms crossed over her chest. “Right. Because this is groundbreaking.”

And there it was—that irritation that ignited something primal in me. The way her eyebrows knitted together, the tilt of her head. It was infuriating how even when she was pissed, I found her captivating. I hated that I was starting to notice her like this. I hated that I wanted to tease her, push her buttons, and yet I felt drawn in, as if she were a magnet and I was the metal.

“Are you going to stand there all day, or are we going to get something done?” She snapped, the sharpness in her voice only amplifying the warmth pooling in my gut.

“Patience is a virtue, you know,” I shot back, leaning back in my chair, trying to keep my posture relaxed. But the truth was, I felt anything but relaxed. Her frustration was electric, and each moment she spent within my orbit pulled me in deeper.

But it wasn’t just the banter that got to me. No, it was the way my body betrayed me in her presence. The moment she turned to walk back to her desk, I caught a glimpse of the curve of her waist and—damn it—my thoughts spiraled into inappropriate territory. It was like flipping a switch. All of a sudden, my body responded without my permission, a heat rising that I couldn’t ignore.

What the hell?

“Seungmin?”

Her voice pulled me back to reality. I glanced up, trying to hide the evidence of my body’s traitorous response. Act normal. Act cool. “What?” I snapped, perhaps a bit too harshly, but I needed to redirect this energy before it became too obvious.

“I asked if you could stop daydreaming for five minutes and help me with this section,” she said, exasperation lacing her tone.

“Yeah, sure. Just give me a sec.” I leaned forward, attempting to distract myself with the notes sprawled on the table, but my mind was still clouded with thoughts of her. Just focus on the project, Seungmin. You can’t afford to think about her like that.

As she leaned over the table to highlight a point, my breath hitched. The way she focused, the determination in her eyes—it made my heart race for all the wrong reasons. I tried to swallow, but it felt like there was a knot lodged in my throat. I was painfully aware of how close she was, the faint scent of her shampoo weaving around me, intoxicating and maddening all at once.

“Did you hear a word I said?” she asked, her voice pulling me back to reality once more.

“Uh, yeah,” I said, feigning confidence. “You were talking about… um… that thing. The thing we need to figure out.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, a flicker of disbelief crossing her face. “Right. Because that totally helps.”

I couldn’t help but smirk. “Hey, I’m just here for the moral support.”

“Your moral support is useless,” she shot back, the heat in her gaze making it harder to ignore the tension simmering beneath the surface.

And just like that, I felt it again. The pull, the longing, and the undeniable physical reaction that threatened to break through my facade. Damn it. I shifted in my seat, desperately trying to find a distraction.

“Maybe you should get your head out of the clouds,” she said, her voice tinged with that familiar frustration. But even as she scolded me, there was something else there—a hint of something softer that I couldn’t quite place.

What is this?

I leaned back, arms crossed, trying to maintain a façade of indifference. “I’m just saying, I’m here for you. Someone has to keep you grounded.”

“Grounded? Please,” she scoffed, but her eyes flickered with something that looked suspiciously like amusement. “You’re just as much of a distraction.”

A cocky grin crept onto my face. “I prefer to think of myself as motivational.”

We stared at each other, the banter charged with a tension that buzzed between us, electric and full of unspoken words. I could feel the walls we’d built crumbling, piece by piece, and it terrified me. What was happening?

I cleared my throat, forcing my gaze to the notes sprawled on the table. “Let’s just finish this before I—”

“Before you what? Lose your mind?” she teased, and I caught a glimpse of that fierce spark I’d grown to love.

“Before I have to deal with whatever this is,” I muttered, motioning vaguely between us.

Y/N’s expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and curiosity flashing across her features. “What do you mean?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because if I did, I’d have to admit that there was something building between us that felt dangerously close to something more than just a rivalry. And that was a risk I wasn’t ready to take.

“Just—let’s focus on the project,” I said, avoiding her gaze.

But the tension remained, lingering in the air, and I knew that as much as I tried to bury it, the line between hate and something deeper was getting blurrier with every moment spent together. And the worst part? I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep it buried any longer.

Day 12 – Y/N's House

It had started off normal enough. They had found a rhythm by now-working through the project with sharp jabs, teasing remarks, and just enough cooperation to keep things civil. For once, it seemed like they might get through the day without an argument. Y/N sat cross- legged on her bed, flipping through their notes, while Seungmin leaned against her desk, scrolling on his laptop.

"Look, if we just divide this section evenly, we'll be done faster," Y/N said, not even looking up.

Seungmin gave a small snort, the corner of his mouth tugging into that familiar smirk. "You mean I do the real work while you fill in the blanks?"

She shot him a glare. "I'm contributing just as much as you."

"Oh, is that what we're calling it?" he teased, closing his laptop with a soft click. "Because it looks to me like you're slacking.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I swear, you’re impossible.”

He chuckled under his breath and took a step closer, that cocky gleam in his eyes. It wasn’t new—this back-and-forth had become their routine. But today, something about the air between them felt heavier, crackling with unspoken tension.

She stood to put the notes back on her desk, brushing past him without a second thought. That was her first mistake.

The second was not expecting the sudden shift.

Before she could react, Seungmin’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. In one fluid motion, he pinned her against the wall, his body pressing into hers, close enough that she could feel the rise and fall of his chest.

The breath rushed out of her lungs as her back hit the cool surface. “What the hell, Seungmin?” she gasped, but her voice was shaky—betraying the strange rush of excitement blooming in her chest.

His gaze locked onto hers, darker than usual, and she could feel the heat radiating off him. “I’ve had just about enough of you driving me crazy,” he muttered, voice low and rough, as if the words had been building inside him for days.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, and suddenly, the small space between them felt too hot, too overwhelming. “You’re insane,” she whispered, but there was no bite to her words.

“Maybe.” His eyes flicked down to her lips, and for a moment, the world around them disappeared. It was just the two of them—this impossible tension pulling them closer, tighter.

She could feel his breath on her skin, the subtle graze of his fingers still wrapped around her wrist, and every nerve in her body screamed at her to push him away. But instead, she stayed frozen, trapped between the cold wall and the burning weight of him.

“Say you hate me,” he whispered, the words a challenge, a dare.

Y/N’s pulse thrummed wildly, her breath coming out shallow. “I—”

But the words never made it out.

Seungmin leaned in, closing the distance, his mouth brushing against hers—not quite a kiss, more like a warning. Her heart stuttered, and for a split second, she thought she might break apart from the sheer force of it.

And then, without thinking, she kissed him.

It was messy, urgent, like they were both trying to make sense of something they didn’t understand. His hand slid from her wrist to her waist, fingers digging into her skin as if anchoring himself. She grabbed at his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more.

The kiss deepened, and everything else faded—every argument, every insult, every bitter word exchanged over the past few weeks. None of it mattered now. The only thing that mattered was the way he tasted—like something dangerous and addicting all at once.

He pressed her harder against the wall, a low growl escaping his throat as he tilted her head back, giving himself better access. His lips trailed along her jaw, down to the soft curve of her neck, and Y/N bit her lip to stifle the sound threatening to escape her.

“Seungmin…” Her voice was barely a whisper, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

“Say you hate me,” he murmured against her skin, the words more desperate this time.

“I hate you,” she breathed, but the way she clung to him told a different story entirely.

Seungmin’s laugh was low and breathless. “Liar.”

And then he kissed her again—harder, deeper, as if this was something they both knew they couldn’t take back.

Day 12 – Y/N’s House (Continued)

Y/N’s mind spun, and every rational thought slipped away as Seungmin kissed her like he’d been waiting years to do it. His hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped against his mouth, her fingers tangled in his hair, and every time she tried to steady herself, his touch undid her all over again.

His lips dragged along her jaw, hot and relentless, down to the hollow of her throat. Her heart raced, each touch sending sparks through her, making it harder to tell where frustration ended and desire began. The words were already on the tip of her tongue—words that had been their lifeline, their defense against whatever this feeling was.

“I hate you,” she whispered, breathless, as his mouth brushed her collarbone.

Seungmin gave a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against her skin. “You’re really going to keep that up?” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and something darker. His teeth grazed her neck, and she shivered.

“Yes,” she gasped, even as her hands slid beneath the hem of his shirt, fingertips exploring the warm skin beneath. “I hate you.”

“Liar,” he whispered, lips ghosting over hers again, teasingly light.

She hated how much she needed more—how her body leaned into him, desperate for the heat of his kiss, the weight of him pressing her against the wall. Every kiss, every touch felt like both a challenge and a surrender, and it was driving her insane.

He shifted, pinning her wrists above her head, and the action sent a dangerous thrill rushing through her. “You’re still so stubborn,” he said softly, his lips barely brushing her ear. “Even now, when you’re the one pulling me closer.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She could feel every inch of him against her—his body firm and hot, his breath ragged as he struggled to maintain control. But it was slipping, fast.

She kissed him again, rough and desperate, biting his bottom lip as if to punish him for being right. He groaned into her mouth, and the sound shot through her, making her knees weak.

“I hate you,” she whispered again between kisses, the words shaky, betraying how untrue they were.

“Sure you do,” Seungmin murmured, and there was a cocky grin in his voice now. His grip tightened slightly, his hips pressing into hers, and the friction made her gasp. “Say it all you want, Y/N. But we both know you don’t mean it.”

His words made her feel unsteady, vulnerable, and that only made her kiss him harder. Seungmin laughed into her mouth, low and wicked, clearly enjoying her frustration as much as the way her body responded to him.

“You can keep lying,” he whispered against her lips, “but I’m going to make you admit the truth eventually.”

Y/N’s breath came in short, shallow bursts. This was dangerous—whatever this was between them, it felt like playing with fire. But she didn’t want to stop. Not now. Not when everything about this felt so maddeningly, addictively right.

And Seungmin knew it too.

Seungmin’s breath was ragged, his self-control slipping by the second. The way Y/N kissed him—furious and needy—only made it worse. She wasn’t holding back, and neither was he. Every time she bit his lip or dragged her nails along his skin, it sent a jolt of heat straight through him.

This was bad. Very bad.

His hands slid down to her hips, gripping hard, as if holding on to her would somehow anchor him. But the moment her body shifted against his, brushing against him in just the right way, a curse slipped from his lips.

He tried to pull back—just an inch, just enough to breathe—but Y/N followed, pressing closer, as if daring him to lose control. Her scent, the soft warmth of her skin, the way she looked up at him with that defiant glint in her eye—it was all too much.

Focus. Don’t lose it. Don’t let her see.

But it was already happening. His body betrayed him, heat pooling low in his stomach, his pulse hammering as he became painfully aware of how close they were. And Y/N felt it too.

She stilled, her breath hitching, and her gaze flicked downward, the slightest hint of realization dawning in her eyes.

Seungmin clenched his jaw, a mix of frustration and desire tightening in his chest. He could already feel the smug comment forming on her tongue.

But she surprised him.

“I hate you,” she whispered, her lips brushing his, soft but deliberate.

It was infuriating how much those words—so empty, so obviously false—made him want her more. He leaned in, his voice low and rough. “Keep saying it,” he dared, his fingers digging into her hips. “See what happens.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, a wicked little smile playing on her lips. “I hate you,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, teasing, taunting.

Seungmin groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he fought to keep himself in check. The tension between them was unbearable, and every second he spent holding back only made him want to give in that much more.

She shifted again—just slightly, but enough to send another wave of heat through him—and he let out a shaky breath. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he muttered, almost to himself.

Y/N’s grin grew, sensing his struggle. “Good,” she whispered.

His hands gripped her tighter, his breath hot against her skin. He knew he should step away, cool off, regain control before things went too far. But the way she looked at him, daring him to do something about it, made it impossible to think straight.

“Careful,” he warned, his voice dark with unspoken intent. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“And you’re losing,” she shot back, her lips brushing his again, just enough to drive him wild.

Seungmin’s grip on her hips faltered, and in that moment, all his walls came crashing down.

Seungmin’s breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling as his fingers curled into the fabric of Y/N’s shirt. For a moment, he hesitated, as if waiting for her to pull away. But she didn’t. Instead, she looked at him with a mix of defiance and something softer—something she wouldn’t dare say out loud.

His lips brushed against hers again, slower this time, as his hands slid beneath the hem of her shirt. Her skin felt warm under his touch, and the way she shivered made his pulse race. He tugged the fabric upward, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over her head. It hit the floor in a forgotten heap.

Y/N leaned back against the wall, her eyes dark with something dangerously close to surrender. But she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. Not entirely.

“Still hate me?” he whispered, his voice low and edged with amusement as his fingertips traced the curve of her waist.

“More than ever,” she shot back, though the breathlessness in her voice made it clear how thin her resolve had become.

Seungmin smirked, leaning in closer, his lips brushing the hollow of her throat. “Liar.” His hands wandered, slow and deliberate, as if teasing her—testing her patience.

Y/N clenched her jaw, determined not to give him the upper hand. But every touch, every kiss made it harder to think, harder to hold on to the walls she’d built between them.

When his fingers found the button of her jeans, her heart stuttered. He paused, giving her one last chance to stop this, to walk away. But instead of pushing him back, she reached up, her hands sliding through his hair, tugging him down into another kiss.

That was all the confirmation Seungmin needed. His lips curved into a grin against hers as he made quick work of the button and zipper, dragging the denim down her legs with a teasing slowness that made her squirm.

“You’re really bad at hating me,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Y/N let out a shaky laugh, her hands tugging at his shirt in response. “And you talk way too much.”

He chuckled, the sound low and husky as he pulled off his own shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. His gaze swept over her, heated and unguarded, and for the first time, there was no hint of mockery in his expression. Just want. Raw and undeniable.

Y/N swallowed hard, suddenly unsure of where hatred ended and desire began—or if there had ever been a difference at all.

Seungmin pushed Y/N against the wall, his body pressed tightly against hers. "You're so stubborn," he growled, his eyes burning with desire. "But I know you can't resist me."

Seungmin held her firmly in place. He began to kiss her neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire on her skin.

"I hate you," she said, but her voice was shaky and breathless. Seungmin chuckled against her skin. "No, you don't," he said, his voice low and husky. "You hate that you want me so badly."

He began to run his hands over her body, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently, eliciting a soft moan from Y/N.

"You're so responsive," he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. "I love the way your body reacts to me."

He continued to tease her, his fingers tracing the curves of her body and finding all the spots that made her shiver with desire. Y/N tried to hold back, but she couldn't help but arch into his touch, craving more of his attention.

"You're mine," Seungmin said, his voice filled with possessiveness. "And I'm going to make you feel so good."

He lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her against the wall once again. He looked into her eyes, his gaze filled with lust and determination.

"Admit it," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Admit that you want me as much as I want you."

“Fine I want you..” she said barley above a whisper.

Seungmin's hands roamed over Y/N's body as he held her against the wall, his touch becoming more and more intense. He captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth hungrily.

Y/N responded eagerly, her body pressed tightly against his as she surrendered to the moment. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened.

Seungmin's hands slid down to her hips, gripping them tightly as he began to grind against her. Y/N moaned into the kiss, the friction between them sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"You're so wet for me," Seungmin growled, breaking the kiss to nibble on her earlobe. "I can feel it."

Y/N blushed at his words, but she couldn't deny the truth. She was completely aroused by him, and she wanted more.

Seungmin began to kiss his way down her neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses as he went. He reached her breasts and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

Y/N gasped and arched her back, her fingers tangling in Seungmin's hair as he continued to pleasure her. "Oh god," she moaned, her voice filled with need.

Seungmin continued to kiss and suck on Y/N's breasts, his hands roaming over her body as he did so. He could feel her growing more and more aroused, her body trembling with need.

He slid one hand down to her inner thigh, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her sensitive skin. Y/N gasped as he got closer and closer to her core, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"You're so wet," Seungmin said again, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to feel you."

He slid his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her slick folds. Y/N let out a low moan as he began to rub her clit in slow, teasing circles.

"Oh god, yes," she gasped, her head falling back against the wall. "More."

Seungmin grinned and began to move his fingers faster, applying more pressure to her clit.

I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, I will try again.

Seungmin continued to tease Y/N's clit, bringing her to the edge but not quite letting her come. She was panting and writhing against him, desperate for release.

"Please," she gasped, her voice filled with need. "I need more."

Seungmin grinned and slid his fingers inside her, curling them up to hit her g-spot. Y/N cried out, her body arching off the wall as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her.

"You're so tight," he growled, his eyes locked on hers. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."

He continued to finger her, his thumb rubbing her clit in time with his movements. Y/N was completely lost in the pleasure, her body aching for more.

Finally, Seungmin pulled his fingers out of her and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock just barely touching her.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

Seungmin looked into Y/N's eyes, his gaze filled with desire and dominance. "You're mine," he said again, his voice possessive. "And I'm going to take you now."

With that, he pushed into her, filling her completely in one smooth thrust. Y/N gasped, her body stretching to accommodate his size.

"Oh god, you're so big," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Seungmin began to move, thrusting into her with a slow, steady rhythm. He was hitting all the right spots, and Y/N could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge again.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "I love the way you take my cock."

Y/N couldn't speak, she was too lost in the pleasure. All she could do was hold on to Seungmin as he fucked her against the wall, driving her wild with his powerful thrusts.

As Seungmin continued to thrust into Y/N, he couldn't help but notice the way she was looking at him. There was something different in her eyes, something he had never seen before.

It was a mixture of desire and vulnerability, and it made his heart skip a beat. He had always seen her as an enemy, someone he was constantly competing with and trying to one-up. But in this moment, as he held her in his arms and felt her body responding to his touch, he saw her in a new light.

He leaned in and kissed her, his lips claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. Y/N responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back.

For a moment, all the animosity between them was forgotten. In that moment, they were just two people lost in the heat of passion, driven by desire and a strange sense of connection.

Seungmin broke the kiss and looked at Y/N, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and something else he couldn't quite name. "I hate you," he said, his voice low and hoarse. "But I also can't get enough of you."

Seungmin began to thrust into Y/N harder and faster, his hips snapping against hers with a bruising force. He could feel her body responding to his roughness, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

"You like it rough, don't you?" he growled in her ear, his voice low and commanding. "You like it when I take control and use you like this."

Y/N nodded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Yes," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love it when you're rough with me."

Seungmin chuckled and nipped at her earlobe. "You're such a little slut," he said, his words sending a shiver down her spine. "Begging for my cock like this. You're so pathetic."

Y/N moaned at his words, her body clenching around him. She loved it when he degraded her, it made her feel so dirty and used.

"Please," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, I need more."

Seungmin smirked and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so that he could look into her eyes. "More what?" he asked, his voice dripping with dominance. "Tell me what you want."

Y/N looked up at Seungmin, her eyes filled with desire and submission. "I want you to use me," she said, her voice trembling with need. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk. I want you to make me yours."

Seungmin's eyes darkened with lust at her words. He loved seeing her like this, so desperate and willing to submit to him.

"You're mine," he growled, his grip on her hair tightening. "And I'll do whatever I want with you. I'll use you until you're begging me to stop."

He began to pound into her harder than ever before, his hips slamming against hers with brutal force. Y/N cried out, her body shaking with pleasure as he fucked her mercilessly.

"You like that, don't you?" he panted, his breath hot against her ear. "You like it when I use your body like a toy. You're just a hole for me to fill, nothing more."

Seungmin continued to pound into Y/N, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as he approached his own release. He could feel her body tensing up, signaling that she was close too.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice low and demanding. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

Y/N cried out as her orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure. Seungmin followed shortly after, pulling out and spilling on her stomach.

They stayed like that for a moment, both panting and trembling from the intensity of their orgasms. Finally, Seungmin set her down on the ground, both of them still struggling to catch their breath.

He looked at her, his expression softening slightly. "You're incredible," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and tenderness.

Day 13 – Y/N’s House

The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. Y/N stirred, blinking against the brightness, and a flood of memories rushed back to her from the night before. She felt a rush of warmth at the thought of Seungmin, the way he had looked at her, the heat of his skin against hers. It was strange how everything felt different now, how a single night could shift the dynamics of their so-called “hate.”

Turning slightly, she found Seungmin still asleep beside her, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. For a moment, she just watched him, a mixture of confusion and warmth swirling in her chest. There was something almost peaceful about him, and it made her smile despite the chaos of emotions bubbling just beneath the surface.

But they had a project to finish, and the reality of their situation hit her like a splash of cold water. They were supposed to be working together, and time was running out. With a reluctant sigh, she slid out of bed, careful not to wake him.

As she gathered her clothes from the floor, her heart raced. The memory of last night—the heated kisses, the way they had shed their defenses—was fresh and vivid. It felt surreal to have crossed that line with him, yet a part of her felt exhilarated.

After getting dressed, Y/N made her way to the kitchen, needing a moment to collect her thoughts. She poured herself a cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling the space, grounding her in the present. How were they supposed to go back to the project after what had happened?

A soft voice broke her thoughts. “You’re up early.”

She turned to see Seungmin leaning against the doorframe, tousled hair and sleepy eyes. He looked relaxed, and the sight of him sent another rush of warmth through her.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, trying to sound casual. “We have a project to finish, remember?”

Seungmin smirked, that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. “Right, the project. Not the best way to get things done, huh?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, her heart racing at his teasing tone. “I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”

“Touché,” he replied, stepping closer. “So, what’s the plan? We can’t have another ‘distraction’ if we want to actually get this done.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, the tension between them suddenly palpable again. “Agreed. Let’s focus on the project—no more distractions.”

“Sure, sure,” he said, leaning against the counter, his gaze fixed on her. “But can you blame me? You’re hard to resist.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at his words. This wasn’t just about the project anymore; they were navigating uncharted territory, and the stakes felt higher than ever.

“Fine,” she said, breaking the gaze to focus on the task at hand. “Let’s just get started.”

“Okay, but you have to admit this will be way more fun now,” he said, moving closer, his arm brushing against hers.

“Fun? You call this fun?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow but unable to suppress a smile.

Seungmin stepped back slightly, his expression shifting to something more serious. “I meant it. Working together now feels… different. Good different.”

The sincerity in his voice made her heart race again. Y/N swallowed hard, nodding as she felt the weight of his gaze. “Yeah, it does.”

With that unspoken agreement lingering in the air, they set to work, but the undercurrents of their new dynamic kept pulling them closer.

Day 15 – Y/N’s House final day working together

Two weeks had passed since their unexpected night together, and as they sat at Y/N’s dining table surrounded by textbooks, papers, and half-empty coffee mugs, something had shifted between them. The tension that once crackled in the air had begun to simmer down, replaced by a comfortable camaraderie that neither of them had anticipated.

“Okay, so if we present this section like this, it’ll really emphasize our main argument,” Y/N said, tapping her pen against the paper. She glanced up at Seungmin, who was leaning back in his chair with a contemplative look on his face.

“Yeah, that makes sense. But what if we add some visuals? You know, to make it more engaging?” His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, a side of him that she was starting to appreciate more and more.

“Visuals?” She raised an eyebrow, pretending to be skeptical. “Look at you, getting all creative on me. Who knew you had it in you?”

“Don’t act surprised,” he shot back playfully. “I’m full of surprises.”

Y/N laughed, feeling the warmth of their easy banter wrap around them like a comforting blanket. The more they worked together, the more she found herself appreciating his sharp wit and unexpected insights. It was refreshing—almost intoxicating—in a way she hadn’t expected.

They spent the next hour flipping through articles and compiling their findings, the project taking shape as they built off each other’s ideas. The conversation flowed naturally, filled with light teasing and genuine laughter. It was a stark contrast to the arguments that had marked the beginning of their partnership.

“Okay, how about we meet up tomorrow to finalize everything?” Y/N suggested, leaning back in her chair. “I think we’re almost there.”

“Sure, but only if you promise to bring those cookies you made last week,” Seungmin replied, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Ugh, fine. But you have to promise not to eat them all before we even start working,” she shot back, shaking her head.

“I make no promises,” he teased, winking at her.

The playful banter felt effortless, and Y/N found herself savoring these moments more than she had anticipated. As they wrapped up their work for the day, Seungmin stood up, stretching his arms overhead.

“Wow, I didn’t think this project would actually turn out to be fun,” he admitted, looking at her with a genuine smile.

Y/N felt a flutter in her chest at the sight. “It’s not so bad when you stop being such a jerk.”

“Hey, I can’t help it if I’m naturally charming,” he replied, grinning as he leaned against the table, his proximity making her heart race.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Right, charming. Just don’t let it get to your head.”

“Too late,” he said, leaning in slightly. “But seriously, I’m glad we’re doing this together.”

There was a sincerity in his voice that made her pause. The weight of their history—the arguments, the hatred that had once defined them—felt lighter in that moment. Maybe they were finally crossing into something new, something better.

“Me too,” Y/N replied softly, meeting his gaze. The air around them thickened with an unspoken understanding, a connection that went beyond their project.

As they cleaned up, Y/N felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could turn this partnership into something even more meaningful. As Seungmin gathered his things, she couldn’t help but wonder where this new path might lead them.

A Few Months Later – A Cozy Coffee Shop

The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped Y/N as she stepped into the quaint coffee shop nestled on the corner of their college campus. It was a chilly autumn afternoon, and the café was warm and inviting, filled with the soft hum of chatter and the clinking of cups. Y/N loved this place; it had become a regular hangout for her and Seungmin since their relationship had blossomed from a bickering partnership into something much more tender.

Today, the café was adorned with twinkling fairy lights and seasonal decorations, giving it a cozy ambiance that felt perfect for what was about to unfold. Y/N spotted Seungmin at their usual table by the window, engrossed in a book, his brow furrowed in concentration. A playful smile spread across her face as she approached him, his presence always stirring butterflies in her stomach.

“Hey, bookworm,” she teased, leaning over his shoulder to peek at the pages. “Found any good plots to steal for our own story?”

He looked up, his serious expression breaking into a grin. “Only the plot twist where I finally confess my undying love for you.”

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, laughter bubbling up in her chest. “Is that so? You might need a little more practice with that line.”

“Maybe I just need the right moment,” he replied, his eyes locking onto hers with a depth that made her pulse quicken.

They shared a comfortable silence for a moment, the warmth of their connection wrapping around them like a soft blanket. The weeks spent together had transformed their relationship from casual friends into something deeper, something thrilling. Y/N had come to cherish these moments—quiet, intimate, filled with laughter and lingering gazes.

As the barista approached with their drinks, Y/N could feel the electric tension hanging in the air, a palpable anticipation that hinted at something monumental about to happen. She took a sip of her caramel macchiato, savoring the sweet flavor as she watched Seungmin.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice steady but edged with nervous energy. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us lately.”

Her heart raced at the seriousness in his tone. “Yeah? What about us?”

He hesitated, running a hand through his hair, and she could see the gears turning in his mind. “You know how we started off as rivals? Just two stubborn people who couldn’t stand each other?”

Y/N nodded, a soft chuckle escaping her lips at the memory of their fiery arguments. “I remember. You were insufferable.”

“True,” he admitted, smirking. “But it’s wild to think that after all the bickering, you became someone I can’t imagine my life without.”

Her breath caught in her throat, the weight of his words settling over her like a warm embrace. “Seungmin…”

“I’ve fought it for so long, thinking it would complicate everything,” he continued, his gaze never wavering. “But I can’t hide it anymore. I’ve fallen for you, Y/N. I want to be more than just partners or friends. I want to be with you, all of you.”

Y/N’s heart soared, an exhilarating mix of relief and joy flooding her senses. “You really mean that?” she asked, searching his eyes for sincerity.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his voice soft but resolute. “You make me want to be a better person, and I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way.”

The warmth blossoming in her chest felt like sunshine breaking through the clouds. “I feel the same way. I’ve liked you for a while now, but I didn’t know how to say it.”

A wide smile spread across his face, the relief in his expression contagious. “So we’re really doing this?”

“Definitely,” she said, feeling the corners of her mouth lift in a smile that matched his.

Seungmin leaned in closer, their breaths mingling as he whispered, “Then how about we celebrate with a kiss?”

Y/N’s heart raced as she nodded, the thrill of anticipation coursing through her. Their lips met softly at first, a tentative exploration, but it quickly ignited into something deeper and more passionate. The world around them faded, the café’s warmth wrapping around them as they melted into each other, the kiss filled with everything they had held back until now.

When they finally pulled away, both breathless and smiling, the connection between them felt stronger than ever. “Wow,” Y/N breathed, her heart racing.

“Wow, indeed,” he echoed, his voice low and filled with emotion. “This feels right, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” she agreed, feeling a rush of warmth. “I can’t believe we waited this long.”

Seungmin chuckled, his fingers brushing against hers as he held her gaze. “Well, now that we’ve cleared that up, I’m looking forward to all the moments we’re going to create together.”

As they sat in the cozy café, surrounded by the laughter of others, Y/N felt a sense of excitement for the future. The journey they had embarked on was just beginning, and the possibilities seemed endless.

“Let’s make a pact,” she said suddenly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “No more fighting, only adventures.”

“Deal,” he replied, a playful grin spreading across his face. “But I can’t promise I won’t challenge you to a debate or two.”

“Fine, but I’ll win every time,” Y/N countered, her heart light with laughter.

As the sun began to set outside, casting a warm glow through the café’s windows, Y/N knew that this was just the beginning of their story. With every laugh, every kiss, and every moment shared, they would write a tale that was uniquely theirs—one filled with love, adventure, and the promise of many more memories to come.

[winniethewife]

I laugh like me again, she laughs like you (Moon Knight System x F!reader)

Warnings: Presumed!dead character, Reader romantically involved with Jake, Marc and Steven are featured, Mother!reader, Single mom, Angst,

Words: 634

She would never expected to have to do this alone. Just as she thought she wouldn’t do many other things alone. Witnessing her Daughters first steps, Her daughters first doctors appointment, the first time she got really sick, the first time she made a friend, her first move, all the way to London. She wasn’t expecting to be alone for her child’s first…everything. And now as she drives down the street she looks at the little girl with dark curls and brown eyes sitting in her booster seat as she looked out the window eagerly.

“Celesia?” She called her daughter’s name and the little girl looked over at her, the gaze in the rearview mirror reminded her so much of the girl’s father.

~

Jake Lockley was a rascal, but he loved her, and for some reason she loved him back. Despite the complications, Despite Marc living his life how he wished, taking her Jake wherever that was, with whoever that was. She had managed to form a friendship with Marc, which didn’t make it any easier, because she started to care a whole lot, a bad habit of hers. At some point they moved in together, a lovely thing to have with Jake, an interesting time with Marc. So when Marc teamed up with Bushman, she had advised against it. It seemed like a really bad idea, it wasn’t that she just wanted to keep Jake with her, it wasn’t the fact that she would have to find another roommate, she was genuinely worried about Marc. So of course when Marc had already been too stubborn and had shipped off, It was time to get a positive pregnancy test, because the universe finds that shit funny.

~

“Yes Mommy?” Her daughter’s voice brought her back to the present.

“You ready for your first day at school?” She asked, trying to sound excited. The little girl nodded enthusiastically, giving her mom two thumbs up. Which she glanced in the mirror. “Remember baby, I can’t look at you when I’m driving so I need you to use your words.” She reminded the eager five year old.

“Right, Sorry Mommy. I am really excited! I can’t wait to make friends and learn things and-” The young girl continued to ramble, causing her mother to smile warmly. So many things reminded her of Jake, and Marc.

~

She sat tears streaming down her face as she read over the letter, all that was found of Marc Spector was some of his belongings in a bloodied temple in egypt, presumed dead, and seeing as everyone else on the expedition was dead that was a good assumption. But she was three months pregnant and currently trying to figure out what the hell she was going to do without her best friend and the father of her baby who, unfortunately in this case, inhabit the same body. She wasn’t sure how the hell she was supposed to do all this alone. Where to even start. But she didn’t have a choice now.

~

The whole day she kept checking her phone during work, just in case she missed a call from the school or a message from Celesia’s teacher, but there was nothing. At the end of the day she rushed to pick her up from school, and then they went to the store after. As the two of them puzzled over which kind of sweets to buy that week, she was surprised when a man ran into her.

“Oh, Sorry! That was entirely my fault there. So sorry.” The voice was too familiar, wrong accent, right voice.

“Jake?” She turned to look at the man, messy head of curls, Dark Brown eyes. The man looked confused. “Marc?’ She asked, maybe too hopeful.

“Sorry, Er I’m Steven, With a V.”

~

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A/N: Middle of the night angst? Happens more often than you think.

[peterparkersnose]

Give In

pairing: Joel Miller x reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: suicidal thoughts, pining possibly one sided, ANGST (just a large angst piece, i wanted some joel angst so I made it), description of depression, emotional dependency on a person, arguing, fluff sprinkled in, implied age gap not specified, reference to pregnancy, mentions of substance and alcohol abuse, joel is lowkey toxic and uses reader

a/n hi loves I wrote this after the first episode aired, so if anything contradicts anything in the future in this story that is why. also, i didnt know how to end it so im sorry if the ending is a bit choppy. happy last of us sunday!

summary Y/N has feelings for Joel that she can’t control anymore

Part 2 here

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The harsh chill of the autumn afternoon swept your hair off your shoulders. The ration line was as long as ever, but seemed to be moving quickly. A stray dog barked as others murmured on the street. Staring down at your boots, you bit at your chapped lips.

“You’ve been avoiding me,”

His voice sent chills up your spine. He was behind you, must have slipped in line without the other person noticing. Of course now was the time he decided to confront you. And he wasn’t wrong.

Straightening your back, you turn towards him.

“Have I?” you asked, raising your eyebrows slightly. The line moved forward and so did you.

“Tess said you weren’t feeling well.”

She was partially right. It was the blatant lie you were telling the very few who were close to you. You were physically fine.

“I’m fine, Joel.” you said promptly, turning a cold shoulder to the older man.

“If you need any meds or anything…” he began. You knew Joel had anything you needed. Quite literally.

“Next!” The FEDRA soldier called, motioning for you to get in the final line. You gave Joel a tight lipped smile before disappearing in the crowd.

Back at your sad excuse for an apartment, you poked your fork at your stale meal. You tried to think about todays’s job but the thought of Joel Miller consumed you.

How his hands felt on your skin, how soft his hair could be, how much he respected you in private. Flashbacks of previous nights where he had snuck over and stayed with you burned in your brain.

You never thought the hookup would turn in to feelings. Especially in this world. Feelings you were sure he wouldn’t reciprocate. Joel wasn’t a very emotionally available man. And he had Tess- rumors of them being together had been going on for years. Sure, they deny it. But you see the way he looks at her sometimes. His eyes burn with the lust you want from him, but there staring at her.

Tess was friendly and all, you got along quite well with her in fact. Jobs worked with Tess usually went better than others. But the knowledge that she goes home to him every night almost ate you alive. You felt used every time you would watch her turn the alleyway to their apartment.

Roommates my ass.

It had been over a month since the last time you saw Joel.

He was right, you were avoiding him. Taking the jobs you knew he wouldn’t dare go by such as childcare. Taking a different route home to avoid any run ins. Leaving your lights off and sitting in the dark to possibly deter him away from your place. All your little queues worked.

And the pain grew day by day.

You layed in your mattress with your face buried in your pillow. It stopped smelling like him weeks ago, but you liked to pretend it still did.

You couldn’t live like this anymore.

Pills weren’t numbing enough. Alcohol wasn’t as fun as it used to be. The constant state of depression in this damned district was enough to make you want to end it.

But seeing him across the alleyway talking to a group of people or in the line for rations was enough to keep that tiny spark lit inside of you.

There wasn’t much else to look forward to in this world besides others. Living the same day your whole life is miserable without your spark of joy in it.

Sleep was close, you could feel it. Your thin blankets were just cutting it for the night. As the dreams began to dance in your head, you were awoken by a quiet knock on your door.

“For fucks sake,” you groaned, flipping over in bed. You ignored the knocks. They became more persistent.

The old doorknob then dropped to the floor, startling you awake. You didn’t even have to guess who it was. The door slowly creaked open as you heard him curse to himself.

“I’ll fix it later,” he sighed, picking it off your floor and placing it on your countertop. He pushed one of your folding chairs next to your table up against the door to keep it sturdy.

“So your just breaking into apartments now?” you snapped, sitting up right in bed. “I needed to see you.” he protested.

“I never knew Joel Miller to need anything.”

He sighed and rested against your countertop. “I need to know,”

“Know what?” you asked, wrapping a blanket around your exposed shoulders. A tank top wasn’t ideal to sleep in, in these conditions.

“What’s wrong.” he said bluntly. “I said there’s nothing wrong. What the hell are you doing walking around freely at night?” you yelled, realizing the time was way past midnight. The sounds of soldiers a few floors down outside your apartment began to yell. How did he move past them?

“You sick?” he asked in a more hushed tone, walking towards you. “Respiratory? Head pain? Joints? You pregnant?” he somewhat joked, looking over you in bed.

“Shut up.” you said coldly. “Can you please just go?”

You knew Joel wasn’t a good listener. “What is it?” he said sternly, sitting down next to your body in bed. He grabbed your wrist ever so slightly. Your pulse was shaking in his grasp.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

You looked at the other side of your apartment, out the window. Rain had began to slowly plague the window. Ignoring Joel’s touch, you watched as the few drops raced to the bottom of the window.

“After everything I’ve done for you?” Joel sighed, not letting go of you.

“Stop, please. J-just stop talking to me.” you said, lying through your teeth. He could sense the pain hiding behind those eyes. “I’m not leaving.” he protested.

“Look at me.”

You turned to face him. His eyes were locked on yours. A genuine worried look was on his face. He looked softer, nothing like you had ever seen before.

It was almost as if someone asked you if you were okay when you were very obviously not. Silent tears rolled down your face as you tried to catch your breathe.

The man who you couldn’t love was staring in to your soul. There was no way you ever could love him. He was too mean, too stern, too old, too angry for you. The two of you were polar opposites. But as the saying goes, ‘opposites attract’.

Joel was unsure on what to do. Tess never cried. Hell, you never cried. He racked his brain for something, just something to soothe you.

He offered out a hand. Against your better judgement you took it. Connecting his other hand to your cheek, he tried to wipe away the streak of tears silently leaving your eyes. He held you tightly in your bed, stroking your hair as your head quickly made contact with the crook of his neck.

“I wish I didn’t have these feelings,” you cried into his embrace. Joel was confused on what you were getting at, but he ignored it. He tried to shush you in a soothing way.

“No, please. I wish I didn’t have these feelings… but I do.”

Joel froze. “What?” he asked, holding you in place.

You pulled back and looked at him. It felt like the first time over again. “Look at me and tell me you don’t feel a thing.” you hiccupped.

“I…” Joel sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and letting a breathe of air go.

“Say it.” you demanded.

The silence in the room was deafening.

“I can’t.” Joel said quickly. He looked down at his knees on your mattress.

“I think you should go.” you sighed, laying back on your side and facing the opposite wall.

He listened. Finally, Joel caught a hint. The sound of him walking away made you long for him more than ever. But it was good. The feeling of him leaving, knowing you were right. Joel Miller wasn’t a man who could love. At least not anymore.

Your sudden pride stopped when you heard his boots thud against the floor. Then the all familiar zip of his jeans followed by the hit of him placing them on your wooden chair next to your bed.

He rested a hand on your thigh as he peeled up the blanket that was stuck to your legs. Slowly, he moved down next to you in the tiny space you were leaving him.

“You don’t listen.” you huffed, still not giving him enough space on the bed.

“When do I ever?” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist.

Fuck it. You gave in.

You allowed his arm to move closer to the underside of your breasts. Scooting over in bed, you gave him more space for his legs to entwine with you. His boxer’s material rubbed against the back of your thigh. It smelt like him; Wet grass and expired generic soap scent had never smelt better.

Sleep kindly greeted you once you felt his breathing slow. Trying to match his, you fell into the deep sleep you had been yearning for, for what seemed like weeks.

-

The absence in the morning was startling.

You struggled to move, hoping that the previous night was just a horrifying dream. A sigh escaped from your lips when you saw his boots sitting against the wall where he placed them last night.

The clanking sound of tools made you turn. On the other side of your small studio apartment, there he sat at your doorframe attempting to fix your door handle.

The overcast sky stayed, but you could tell it was early morning by the chatter outside.

“Shit!” Joel hissed, grabbing his finger in pain. “Damn fucking…”

He looked up and noticed you watching him.

“You alright?” you asked, watching him in amusement as he attempted to fix your door.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, sucking the tip of his finger. “Haven’t fixed a door in a good twenty years.” he muttered, wiping off the excess blood on his already dirtied jeans.

“Go back to bed, It’s still early.” he suggested, going through the tiny tool kit he had given you as a previous gift.

“This is more entertaining than sleep,” you chuckled, placing your feet on the cold ground and getting out of bed. “You want any breakfast? I don’t know if I have anything good here but…”

“Nah. Tess’l be expecting me.”

The sheer thought of Tess waiting at their home for him was enough to ruin the whole night you had before.

Joel looked up to you after your lack of a response. He noticed the demeanor change in your face. “Everything okay?” he asked, turning back to the doorknob he was almost finished fixing.

“You seem to go sour every time I mention Tess.”

“I wonder why,” you muttered under your breathe, attempting to open a tuna can for breakfast. You tried not to dry heave as the scent of the old fish met your nose. Tuna was never a favorite meal, especially for breakfast. But, it’s all you had.

Joel pretended like he didn’t hear you, but he heard you loud and clear. “We have a run to do today. You understand that, right?”

A bitter ‘mhm’ came from your lips as you shook the prepackaged coffee in your hand before ripping off the seal.

Joel sighed and placed the screw driver down dramatically. Joel’s knees cracked as he got up from his position. “You always gotta fucking act jealous. Don’t you? Ruinin’ a nice morning.”

“Jealous?” you said, raising your voice.

“What the hell do you even want from me?” you scorned, on the brink of tears. He could see through you like glass. You hated to admit it, but he knew you like the back of his hand.

Joel wished he could shout out the answer, but his ego kept it in.

You froze with your back turned to him and set down the brittle coffee mug. “Your always leaving me to go to her…”

“Because we’re business partners, Y/N. Don’t you get it? Don’t you hate livin’ the same damn day over and over again? It’s why I come to see you.”

“Stop,” you whispered, now face to face with him. “Stop yelling. Please, it’s too fucking early to get into that shit.”

“Really? Tell me you don’t loose your mind living the same day, same drama for years!” he yelled. “Always you being jealous. Don’t you ever get sick of it?”

Anger consumed you. Proof that the two of you would never work. He’s just a bitter old man.

“You know I would give anything to leave this damn QZ! To live a normal life, not fucking be here.” you yelled, with a finger now pointed at his face. You were avoiding the original accusation. Jealousy.

“Tell me.” you said, with a quieter but angrier tone. “Am I really just your fuck toy?”

Joel stepped back for a moment, stunned at what you just said. Guilt seemed to wrack his nerves as the realization hit him.

You were in love with him.

“Is that what you think?” he asked, approaching you with a sorrowful more soft look. “What else am I supposed to think? You come here, use me, and leave and go back to her.”

The feeling of letting go of all that emotion felt healing. The sudden aftermath of realizing what you just had accused him of made you feel somewhat guilty.

“No,” he sighed, grabbing your hand. “That- no. Absolutely not Y/N.”

His other hand reached for your chin, and brought your face up to his gaze. You could feel his heat on your skin.

“Understand…” he began to say. “Understand what?” you whispered back. A sly smile came to his lips.

“Give in,” he whispered, dropping your hand and wrapping his around your waist.

You melted into his grasp as he kissed you. Joel hadn’t kissed anyone in years. The hesitation from him only brought out the dominance in you.

As the two of you mutually pulled away, you wanted nothing more as to be back where you were just seconds ago.

“Understand that it’s hard.” he said, still holding you close. “I…”

“I know.” you said, cutting off his words.

You were an anxious, sorrowful over-thinker and he was the bitter, closed off introvert.

“I’ll be back,” he said, with a slighter more chipper tone. “Tonight. We have to get this damn car battery and…”

“Stay safe,”

“I promise.” Joel said. He really did not want to leave you. The thought of the two of you spending today lazily in bed was very tempting.

“But please believe me Y/N when I say, you are and never have been just a ‘fuck toy’.”

He squeezed your hand once more and then dropped it. Silence filled the apartment after he left.

The thought of how you tasted haunted Joel Miller’s mind the whole day.

Part 2

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for calling my roommate crazy?

I (28f) live with 2 other people, a former college roommate who I’m pretty close with (29f) and 2nd roommate (28nb) who we both met when we moved in together 2 years ago.

Let me start this out by saying, this isn’t a fandom aita, it’s going to sound a bit weird at first, but bear with me.

I have a medical condition (relevant later) which stopped most of my bones from maturing past puberty (growth plates closing, cartilage not hardening into bones, ect.), so my skeleton is basically stuck somewhere between 13-19, (I look about 17-19, but the last time I tried to buy hard cider, the cashier thought I was 14, so that’s how young I can look). I also have very pale skin (unrelated to my disorder, just a ginger), and (related to my disorder) lack some liver enzymes so I need eat meat or I get sick (the same reason why cats need to eat meat), I ended up in the ER when I lived with my vegan sister for a week and ate the same veggie diet as her.

Trouble is, Roommate 2 is really into conspiracy theories and other fringe stuff. Nothing alt-right or anything, just like, (for example) they fully bought into that Mermaids: the body found show, and wouldn’t be dissuaded, even when Roommate 1 googled it and showed them solid proof that it was fictional. Wholeheartedly believes the US government preformed 9/11, does alternative medicine (homeopathy, ect), wishes there were ‘all natural’ vaccines (still isn’t an anti-vaccer though, just needs to be persuaded that Bill Gates didn’t put microchips in them).

Anyway, Roommate 1 and I have a recurring joke that I’m a vampire because of the meat thing and the pale thing and the not aging thing. Roommate 2 overheard us and laughed, but weirdly. She kinda joked along with us, but she seemed...odd. About a week later, they start asking me stuff about being a vampire. But they seemed friendly and not nervous then and I was hoping they were just joking and I also sincerely thought they were just asking me about how vampires work on one of my shows (I’m a big fan of Carmilla and the Originals), so I tried to explain, but I cited each show when I’m explaining a thing. This continued for several weeks, but getting worse and more weird every time, eventually culminating about 2 and a half months later into them asking me more stuff about life as a vampire and I really realised that they were serious. Bear in mind, Roommate 1 and I were trying to be very clear that we don’t believe in vampires this whole time because we both know how Roommate 2 is about this. As a result, this was the first time I really registered that they seriously seemed to genuinely believe I was a vampire. I firmly told them that I am not a vampire and that vampires aren’t real, they’re fun to joke about, but they aren’t real. They implored me ‘to be straight with them about being a vampire,’ and that ‘I could trust them,’ and I’m ashamed to say, I kinda freaked out at this point, cuz I was afraid that they would be scared of me and maybe try to hurt me, since they seemed kinda unstable because of this.

This is where I think I was an asshole, I am usually very sensitive to mental health issues. I have some c-PTSD myself and there are a lot of mental health issues in my family (unfortunately, I think some history with my own mentally ill father may have made me react this way, since he has very similar issues to Roommate 2 (vaccines, alternate medicines, specifically involving me in his delusions) and I had a very bad experience in my early teens where he thought I was a demon and ‘sent to destroy him’). Anyway, I got very upset and I yelled at them, I told them they were completely crazy and needed to get mental help and said I thought Roommate 1 and I needed to move out because they might try to stake my heart or something. I feel really bad for calling them crazy, especially because Roommate 2 has some very mental health issues and words like crazy make light of and stigmatise that and I’m very big into not blaming people for their mental health problems, but this was very triggering and in this moment I was very distresssed.

So, aita, all things considered here? I’m still gonna feel like the asshole no matter what, since mental health problems aren’t to be taken lightly or blamed on the person, but I’m curious what the internet thinks.

What are these acronyms?

[bloodibambiidoll]

American Idiot: King!Steve Harrington x Goth!reader.

Summary: Enemies (kinda?)to lovers, opposites attract, early 00s college AU. Steve Harrington had it all. Money, popularity, the perfect girlfriend. He had his whole life planned and laid out for him, and he accepted that. Working for his dad and marrying his collage sweetheart wouldn’t be so bad, right? That’s what he thought at least, until he got paired to do a project with you and you turned his world upside down. WK: 6.1k 18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, steve is still “king Steve” in the beginning, reader kissing someone other than Steve, oral(M&F receiving) unprotected sex(reader is on birth control), lil bit of daddy kink, Steve and reader kiss before he dumps his gf but he does it like right after though, reader smokes a lil weed. I think that’s it? Lmk if I missed any!! My masterlist

A/N: this was born from something I was tagged in where you saved the last character and song you listened to and I got Steve and American idiot and the fact that I have seen so many Eddie opposites attract fics and not enough about Steve with an alt GF. The reader is very much self indulgent for me but I left her description as vague as possible. I think the only thing I mentioned is the shirt she’s wearing and the fact that she’s wearing a skirt. Also I added “Dylan” because I really wanted to make him Eddie but I knew I’d end up involving him too much if he was in it at all lmao. I hope you guys like it!! I’d love feedback so much!✨

You aren’t exactly sure how you let Robin talk you into coming with her to this party but you are deeply regretting it. You were standing in a corner of the packed living room with a red solo cup that you took one sip of and then gagged because whoever made the punch was probably already wasted. Robin was dancing with Vickie, which made you smile. She told you all about how she had the biggest crush on her in highschool and when they both ended up at the same college she took it as a sign and finally made a move.

You glanced around the room and rolled your eyes at what you saw. You really thought by your third year of college the whole “clique” thing would be behind you. But no, for whatever reason the people here still wanted to abide by the conformity of the highschool food chain. You weren’t popular in highschool and you aren’t now, you made friends with Robin your freshman year when you were assigned each other as roommates but you honestly don’t have many other friends.

It’s not like people straight up bullied you like in highschool but the atmosphere was very much the same with the “popular” crowd. They all thought they were better than everyone else. You let your eyes wander to the cluster of people all dressed in the black, white, and green Chicago state colors and scoffed. At the center of it all was the bane of your existence, Steve Harrington.

He thinks the world revolves around him just because everyone in this stupid school kisses his ass. The teachers, all the students, even ROBIN is friends with him. She worked with him the summer before they left for college and she INSISTS that he isn’t actually as big of an asshole as he seems.

Steve Harrington had it all. Perfect car, perfect friends, perfect grades, he was the star of the Chicago state basketball team, and he had the perfect girl. Steve and Veronica had been together since freshman year. They met when he was leaving basketball practice and she was starting cheer practice and the rest was history. Yes Steve Harrington had it all, the perfect American life for the perfect American boy but apparently that wasn’t enough. He needed you too.

It started off when you had been partnered for a project in your English class and you spent some time together working on it. It was all going way more smoothly than you anticipated, you guys were getting along surprisingly well aside from you not being able to hold in your eye rolls and passive aggressive remarks towards him when he said something meat headed. But he would just laugh it off. On the last day of the project things changed drastically. One second you were finalizing your notes and the next thing you knew Steve’s lips were crashing into yours. You were so confused at first, frozen in place.

Then after a second you pushed him off “What the fuck are you doing Steve?? Is this some kind of joke to you? I think I’ve made it pretty fucking clear that I’m only toleranting you for this grade so I don’t understand where your wires got crossed thinking you could just kiss me?” He stared at you wide eyed before catching himself and scoffing “what? Don’t act like you didn’t want it, I could see how you were looking at me.” he gave you a smug look. “This is exactly why I didn’t want it, you ever thought not every single person wants to worship the ground you walk on? Has no one ever rejected you in your life? Get over yourself Harrington, I’ll see you tomorrow for the presentation” you grabbed your notes and swiftly exited the library after that.

That was two months ago, and since then Steve couldn’t let it go. You weren’t wrong, no one had ever rejected him and you continued to over and over again every time he would try and talk to you or approach you in any way and it was doing things to him. It kind of felt amazing, you couldn’t lie. The golden boy chasing after you like a little lost puppy. Especially since you were very much his opposite. You weren’t anywhere near rich, your car was an old piece of shit, and you definitely weren’t preppy in any sense of the word. So yeah, Steve Harrington pining after the quiet goth girl was kind of giving you an ego boost.

You watched him shotgun a beer while everyone around him cheered him on, tossing the can on the ground when he was done. He must’ve felt you looking at him because his eyes locked with yours and he smirked. As you were rolling your eyes Veronica’s arms shot around his neck and she started sloppily making out with him right there in front of everyone. It was honestly pretty gross to watch, you felt like you could hear their tongues and lips smacking from across the room, it made you want to gag.

Just as you were turning to head outside for a smoke break you felt a hand on your arm. When you looked up your breath hitched, because god damn this man was beautiful. It was like he was crafted with Peter Steele from Type O Negative in mind when they made him. “Hey, I like your shirt” he smiled sweetly at you. Suddenly you couldn’t remember your own name let alone what shirt you were wearing so you looked down and saw your Deftones baby tee before you looked back up at him and smiled “oh, thank you. I like yours too!” You pointed to his Korn shirt “their self titled album will always be one of my favorites of all time” he sent you another sweet smile “hell yeah, me too. I’m Dylan.” He held his hand out for you to shake and you took his much larger hand in yours and shook it for maybe a second too long before telling him your name.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl” you suddenly felt a little shy, it’s been a while since anyone (besides Steve, unfortunately) had really given you the time of day and this beautiful goth rock god just started chatting you up so you were a little nervous “do you smoke?” He pulled a joint out from behind his ear, offering it to you. “Yeah, totally, I’m down.” You tried your best to sound nonchalant but you were screaming inside. You decided right then that if this man wanted to take you home? You were fucking going.

You guys passed the joint back and forth and chatted for a bit, he was really cool, you had a lot in common and you enjoyed talking to him. When the joint was almost gone he held it up to you and raised his eyebrows “shotgun??” You bit your lip and nodded. He took the last large pull off the joint before cupping your cheek in his hand and leaning forward to let the smoke into your mouth. You inhaled and let a giggle out on the exhale, his face was still so close to yours, he smelled really good, and the weed was giving you confidence so you grabbed him by his shirt collar and brought his lips back to yours. His hands went to your hips as he kissed back passionately, pushing you up against the wall and deepening the kiss.

You guys had just started really making out, his knee pushed in between your legs under your skirt, his hand groping your chest over the shirt and your fingers tangled in his hair, not even caring that you’re in the middle of a packed party. Then he was suddenly ripped off of you. “What the!?” You opened your eyes in confusion and were met with Steve, shoving Dylan away from you “can we talk??” You scoffed “are you fucking serious right now Steve? I’m obviously busy, so you can get lost now. Dylan? Let’s go.” You started to walk past him but he grabbed your wrist “I want to talk to you. Alone. Please?” His demor changed by the end of the sentence and you saw a softness in his eyes you’d only ever seen a few times when you worked together on your project “Dude. She literally said she was busy, why don’t you just back off?” Dylan came over and stood next to you again glaring at Steve.

“Okay?? And I said I want to talk to her so you can get fucking lost before I make you” Steve got in Dylan’s face and basically growled at him before he shoved him against the wall and grabbed your arm, dragging you through the party and into one of the empty rooms and shutting the door behind you. You ripped your arm out of his grasp “What the fuck do you want Harrington!? You are being a serious cock block!! Did you SEE him?? I could slap you right now!”

“I didn’t like it. Seeing him kissing you like that when I want to be the one kissing you like that! I honestly couldn’t fucking stand it!!” He ran his hands through his hair and dragged them down his face in frustration.

“Okay Steve, I don’t know what your sudden fucking obsession with me is. If you’re just trying to prove a point to yourself that you can have any girl or if this is some kind of bet you have going with your stupid fucking friends but it has GOT to stop!! This is TOO FAR!! You’re keeping me from getting dicked down now and for what? Just let it go, you better hope he’s still out there or I’m going to track you back down and murder you!!” you go to walk past him and leave the room but he grabs your hand, making you turn to face him.

When you look at him you see that same look you saw a few minutes ago, the normally smug look on his face replaced with something softer. “Wait, please? Please just hear me out and then I’ll never bother you again.” You ripped your hand from his grasp and rolled your eyes. “Oh my god. Okay, you have two minutes, that’s it.”

He sighed deeply “Okay. I’m sorry, I know I’ve been bugging you a little-“

“PFT!! A little?” You rolled your eyes again, you honestly think if you have to talk to him much longer they’re going to get stuck in the back of your head.

“Oh my god. Can you just let me talk without interrupting me for two seconds?”

“Okay, yeah, sorry. Continue”

“Anyways… I know I’ve been bothering you a lot since we finished our project… and it’s not just because you rejected me, yeah that didn’t help, it just made me want you more but I wanted you before that. When we were working on our project together I just.. I started to fall for you. You were just so real compared to everyone around me. You made me feel like a person, you didn’t treat me like ‘king Steve’ or just do things how you thought I’d want you to. You told me like it is, and that was so refreshing to me.” He let out the deep breath he felt had been holding since you were still working together and waited for you to respond.

But you didn’t right away, you just stared at him with wide eyes stunned at his confession. “Please… say something, anything.” He gave you that pleading puppy dog look again.

“I… Steve you don’t mean that. You have everything. You’re popular, rich, you’re the star of the basketball team, you probably have some fancy office job lined up with your dad for after you graduate, and you have Veronica. I definitely don’t fit into that equation in the slightest.” You looked at him confused, searching for any kind of explanation that would make this make sense.

“Okay? Yeah I have all those things but I don’t WANT them. Most of those things are what my parents want for me, what my DAD wants. Basketball is fine, I’m good at it so it’s cool I guess, but did I really want to spend all these years just doing that? Not necessarily. And yeah if I work for my dad’s company I’ll be financially stable for the rest of my life but is that what I want to spend my life doing? No, it’s not. And Veronica? We may seem perfect to you but we aren’t. We fight all the fucking time and she’s honestly only with me because of who I am, because I’m king Steve. She doesn’t love ME, she loves the basketball star, she loves daddy’s money, she loves the extravagant wedding, white picket fence, and 2.5 children that we don’t know how to love because no one ever showed us so we just fill that void by showering them with material things. I had that life growing up, and I hated it. But you? You’re different. You’re free. You don’t care what anyone thinks and if you do, you don’t let it change who you are. You’re true to yourself, you don’t treat me like I’m some kind of god, you treat me like a person. THAT'S why I want you.” He took a step closer to you and grabbed your hands, ducking down so you’re forced to look him in the eyes “also you’re so beautiful, like so beautiful I feel like I can’t even breathe when I look at you.”

You looked into his eyes, searching for any kind of falsehood in his words but you didn’t find any. Instead he was looking at you adoring, hopeful. “Steve, I…” you didn’t really know what to say, you had never really entertained the idea that he might actually like you. You didn’t want to even have an ounce of hope in that aspect, because of course you thought Steve was hot. You also couldn’t deny that you did sort of like the side of him you saw during your project, and you liked what you saw now. Maybe you liked HIM and you didn’t even realize it. Maybe you did see the real Steve and maybe you liked that person. Before you could truly think about it you put your arms around his neck and pulled his lips to yours.

You had never had a kiss like this one, Steve’s lips were so soft, and he brought his hands to your face and cradled it like you were something precious. You got lost in the kiss for a moment but soon pulled away from him entirely, bringing your hand to your mouth and staring at him wide eyed “we shouldn’t… we shouldn’t have done that. This is a bad idea. I have to go find Robin.” You turned to leave and once again you were stopped by his hand in yours. “I honestly think this is the only good idea I’ve ever had actually” is all he said before putting his hands around your waist and pulling you into another kiss. Rationally you knew you should pull away, but your heart and body had other ideas.

Suddenly you absolutely needed him to touch you, anywhere and everywhere. You wrapped your arms around his neck and licked into his mouth, deepening the kiss. You went on standing there making out until you were both pulling away breathless “Fuck. You are so amazing.” He pushed some of your hair that fell in your face over your shoulder and left a soft kiss on your jaw. You tried to hold in the little whimper that escaped, but you couldn’t and just hoped Steve didn’t hear it. But he did, and he looked into your eyes again and gave you a mischievous smile before ducking his head to place more little kisses along your jaw.

You let out more little breathy whines and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. You grabbed his face, pulling it from your neck so he would look at you “I think… since you DID totally ruin what I had going with that guy out there, you kind of owe me now” you smirked at him and bit your lip.

“Yeah? You want me to make it up to you baby? Bet I can make you feel better than he ever could.” He ran his hands down your shoulders and around your back, sliding them down until he had two handfuls of your ass, your skirt riding up. “Yeah? I bet I fuck way better than Veronica. What’s she into? Missionary and reluctant blow jobs? Girls like that never like giving head” you smirked at him, not even feeling bad for shit talking his girlfriend. She didn’t deserve him anyways, Steve was yours now, you weren’t giving him back after this.

You were more spot on then Steve liked to admit but he can’t deny hearing you say those things was doing something for him. “Yeah? You like doing it then? You wanna get on your knees for me, pretty girl? Is that what you’re saying?” That’s exactly what you were saying, so instead of responding you dropped to your knees and looked up at him through your lashes while you reached for the button on his jeans, pausing before actually unbuttoning them “I’m going to give you the best blow job and fuck of your life, but only on ONE CONDITION”

“Okay, anything, whatever you want honey, it’s yours.” The nickname sent chills down your spine, you wanted to hear him call you every pet name under the sun. “You’re gonna go out there, and you’re gonna fucking DUMP Veronica, and then when you come back to me, I’m going to blow your mind Steve Harrington.” You stood up from the ground and booped his nose “Can you do that? Or were you bluffing when you said ‘anything?”

He meant it. He would quite literally do anything for you, not only in this moment but just in general. “Okay, I’ll do it.” Was all he said before he walked out the bedroom door, closing it behind him. You stood there stunned for a moment, mouth hanging open, staring at the closed door. You couldn’t believe that actually worked, Steve Harrington was about to throw away his “picture perfect” life for YOU of all people. If he even wanted to be seen with you. If he even did it, if he even came back.. His friends would never approve... God, his PARENTS would never approve of you. Before you could start to fully spiral you heard yelling coming from the other room.

“YOU CANNOT BE FUCKING SERIOUS!!!!?? THIS IS A JOKE RIGHT!!???” Veronica. You walked closer to the door to try and get a better listen but all you could hear after that were jumbled voices. So you decided fuck it, and walked out of the room into the crowded living area. Except people weren’t partying like they were before, pretty much everyone was silent, gawking at the couple they all thought were perfect. When you pushed through some of the bodies and were able to see them your breath caught in your throat. Veronica looked fucking pissed, she had her hands balled into fists and she stomped her foot on the ground several times like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“What the fuck are you talking about THERES SOMEONE ELSE!? Are you serious right now? Who is she? Some other bitch on the cheer team? Swim team?” She scoffs and then makes a gagging noise “oh god, is she in the DRAMA club? Or some nerdy girl you tricked into doing your homework since you can’t do it for yourself?” That last comment had you seathing, giving you insight into how she probably talks to him all the time.

“God Veronica, can you be any more shallow? Not everything is about popularity or some fucking club. We aren’t in highschool anymore, grow up.” You looked over at Steve who honestly looked like he would rather be doing anything but having this conversation right now. “That’s rich, coming from you, KING STEVE!!! Since when do you not care about all those things? I thought that was our whole thing?” She let out a dry laugh “you think anyone else really wants to deal with you? I only dealt with you because of all the perks that came with having a life with you. You think I actually loved you? You think anyone will really love you and your pathetic, whiny, daddy issues bullshit??” Steve looked stunned, he knew she felt that way but hearing it coming out of her mouth hurt a little. He never really loved her but there was a point when he did at least actually like her.

You couldn’t take it, between what she said to him and the look on his face you snapped. You walked over there without even caring about the consequences and got directly in her face. “You’re. Wrong.” You snarled at her.

“Excuse me, what? And what the fuck does it matter to you, mistress of the dark??” She looked you up and down with disgust.

“It matters a whole lot to me actually, because I DO like Steve. I don’t give a fuck about his popularity, or basketball, or how much money he has. I don’t need any of those things because he’s so much more than that!” You thought back to when you worked on the project together, at the time you hadn’t really allowed yourself to notice how different Steve was with you but he was. He told dumb jokes, he smiled sweetly at you and fumbled over his words. When you would tell him like it was, or act annoyed by him he didn’t say anything, just took it. You guys would talk sometimes for an hour or more after you had already finished working, and In that moment you realized that he let you see parts of him he probably didn’t show to anyone, you were just too dumb to see it. “He’s funny, like the stupid kind of dad funny that’s kind of embarrassing but down right endearing at its core. He’s sweet, caring, and listens to me when I talk. He’s not stupid, he’s incredibly smart. You just never took the time to see him and you’re the biggest fucking idiot for it!!” You didn’t move, stayed directly in her face, staring into her eyes daring her to do something.

Her eyes widened and then slanted into a glare “HA!!! Oh my god!!! You’re dumping me for this freak!? You’re even more of a joke than I thought Harrington! Talk about a downgrade, you really think your parents would ever approve of HER? Your dad would cut you off as soon as he saw her, your mom would-“

“THAT'S ENOUGH!!! Just SHUT. UP. For once in your fucking life Veronica stop talking! Don’t talk to her like that, you don’t know anything about her. Or me for that matter. Stay the fuck away from us.” Steve grabbed your hand and started dragging you away towards the front door “come on baby, we are leaving” you let him drag you to the door but before you walked out you turned around and flipped Veronica off “I win, you lose! Dumb bitch!” You stuck her tongue out at her and started cracking up at her stunned face on the way out.

•

Steve took you back to his apartment, your immediate reaction was to feel uncomfortable because of course even his apartment was way nicer than yours. But before you could even really get a look around he was on you. Kissing you in a way that made you feel like you were going to melt into a puddle on his carpet. You pulled away from him and smirked at him before dropping down on your knees in front of him and he felt himself starting to get hard instantly. “I believe I promised you the best blow job of your life, did I not?”

He reached down and caressed your cheek “Yeah you did pretty girl, but honestly you don’t have to, we can just watch a movie or cuddle or something. I wanna do this right with you. I don’t want you to think that’s all I want, ya know?”

“Hey Steve?” You smiled up at him sweetly “yeah sweetie?” You reached for the button on his jeans and popped it open before pulling his zipper down, placing a gentle kiss on the small sliver of skin exposed where his shirt rode up “Stop talking. I want to, I like doing it. If I’m being honest I wanna suck your cock so so bad Stevie” he groaned at that “fuck, yeah, okay baby. Whatever you want.” You smiled at him triumphantly before grabbing his pants and boxers and pulling them down in one swift motion.

His cock sprang out and you forgot how to talk for a moment because holy shit it was the biggest and most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen. “Wow…” was all you could manage, spitting on your hand and wrapping your hand around his girth, giving him a few strokes before leaning up to kitten lick the salty precum from his tip. “Oh shiiit that feels so good” you gave him a few more licks before abruptly taking as much of him as you could at once. He involuntarily jerked forward sending his cock further down your throat, causing you to gag before he pulled back “oh shit, I’m so sorry”

“Don’t be, I like it” you said before you took him back down your throat as far as you could, causing yourself to gag again before pulling back and repeating the action causing spit to drip down your chin and all over Steve’s cock. Steve was a mess, he was making whining sounds he’s never heard from himself and he seriously needed you to stop soon or he was going to bust before he even got to fuck you.

You pulled off and looked up at him “I want you to fuck my face, daddy” that was it, he was obsessed with you. “Oh god, I want that too baby girl but I will seriously cum if I do that right now and I really really want to fuck you.” He pulled his pants up before pulling you up on your feet grabbing your hand and walking towards the bedroom. He closed the door behind him and turned to place a gentle kiss on your lips when he pulled back you pulled your shirt over your head and his eyes nearly popped out when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra “holy shit honey… these are the best fucking tits I’ve ever seen” he grabbed them in his large hands, squeezing them before he leaned down to take an already hardened nipple in his mouth. “Mmm daddy, your mouth feels so good.” He groaned at the sound of you calling him daddy again. He’s always wanted a girl to call him that, it’s just no one he’s been with has been into it and you calling him that in your own accord was making him crazy.

“I know where it’ll feel even better.” He said before pushing you back until you were laying on his mattress with your legs hanging off. You propped yourself up on your hands so you could look at him. “God, you are so fucking gorgeous I’m not sure how you’re real. Sitting all pretty on my bed with those beautiful tits out. I can’t wait to see the rest of you” He pulled his shirt over his head and you didn’t even have time to properly ogle him before he got down on his knees in front of the bed and ran his hands up your legs until he was at the bottom of your skirt. He looked to you for permission, and you nodded excitedly. That was all he needed before he was pushing the front of your skirt up to reveal your red lace thong that had a very obvious wet patch.

“Look at these pretty little panties… too bad they have to go.” He looped his fingers in the band and ripped them off, throwing them over his shoulder. “This pussys is waaaay prettier than those panties anyways, god damn.” He started kissing your calves and the inside of your knees, leaving soft kisses and little bites as he made his way up to your thighs. He bit into the meat of your thigh before soothing it with his tongue and repeating the action on the other side. He left little kisses and licks down your inner thighs until he reached the spot you wanted him most. He kissed the top of your mound and then held his mouth over your clit for a minute letting his breath hit you while he looked you in the eyes “I’m going to fucking devour you”

He licked a stripe all the way up your entrance and to your clit, circling it a few times before sucking on it. Your hands reached down and tangled in his hair and your back arched immediately. “Jesus Christ Steve, your mouth feels so fucking good.” You whined.

He unlatched from your clit to look up at you “Steve? There’s no Steve here right now, only daddy.” You outright moaned at that and he smirked, circling a finger around your entrance before pushing it inside you. “Fuuuck daddy, that feels so fucking good. Put your mouth back on me, please?” You looked down at him with big round eyes and he felt like he was actually going to cum in his pants this time. His tongue started circling and sucking on your sensitive clit, he slid a second finger inside you and that was it for you.

You came so hard, probably the hardest you’ve ever cum in your life. Your grip on his hair tightened and you rocked your hips against his face “oh f-fuckkkk fuck, holy shit.” You pushed his face away “s-sensitive, come here” you reached your arms out for him and he put his arms on either side of your head, looking down at you adoringly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss, groaning when you tasted yourself on his tongue. “Please please fuck me now, I want you so bad” you couldn’t even believe you thought you hated him just a few hours ago and now you were laying under him begging for his cock. He stood up and took his still unbuttoned pants off, now standing completely naked before you.

“God damn.. you are so fucking HOT holy shiiiiit, get over here and fuck me right now.” You pulled your skirt off and scooted up to the head of his bed and spread your legs wide open “how do you want me, daddy?” You giggled a little, feeling high on him. “Fuck, baby, will you ride me?” He walked over to the side of the bed and looked at your naked form, biting his lip. You grabbed his wrists pulling him down on the bed, pushing him on his back and climbing on top of him. You ground down on his dick, sliding your pussy easily up and down his length with your wetness. “Condom?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. “I’m on the pill, I wanna feel you, I want you to fill me up.” His eyes rolled in the back of his head “oh goddd, fuck. Yeah? You want me to fuck you full of my cum?” You didn’t even answer, just raised yourself up so you could line his cock up with your entrance and began to sink down on it.

“Holy fuuuck baby, that feels so good.” You were still holding his cock, sliding the head in and out of you slowly adding more of him inside you with each thrust until he was fully inside you and you could feel his hair at the base rubbing against your clit. You just sat there for a second, adjusting to his size. “Oh shit, you are so fucking tight oh my god.” You move back and forth, just the slightest rock of your hips. “Fuck daddy, you’re so big. I feel so full.” You whimpered. You raised up until you reached the head of his cock and then slammed back down out of nowhere and he let out a moan that you wanted to record and use as your fucking alarm clock. That egged you on, you started riding him hard and fast after that, sitting up fully with your hands on his chest to stabilize you. His hands were on your hips, head thrown back, he felt like all he could do was moan. He was pretty sure you were sucking his soul out of his dick and he had never felt this good in his entire life.

“Jesus Christ, you are such a good girl. You look so fucking beautiful riding my cock.” He moved his hands to your ass and slammed up into you, quite literally fucking the shit out of you. He moved his thumb up to your lips “Suck.” You took it in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it a few times before he pulled it out with a ‘pop!’ And brought it to your clit. Rubbing tight slow circles on the bud. “F-fuck, I’m g-gonna I’m gonna cum” he started fucking you faster, the circles on your clit got quicker “cum for me, cum on my cock like a good girl” your orgasm hit you hard, falling forward on Steve’s chest, letting out loud moans and pulling on his hair. That combined with the feeling of you clenching around him had Steve cumming right after you, filling you up just as promised. “Holy shit, holy fuck, I’m fucking cumming! God baby you feel so fucking good!”

You both just laid there for a moment, catching your breath and coming back into your bodies. You placed a soft kiss on his chest and sat up to look at him. “Wow Stevie. That was amazing, seriously.” He gave you a huge smile “Yeah it was. Holy shit. I’m obsessed with you.” You sent him a shy smile and tried to hide your face on your shoulder but he put his hand on your chin and made you look at him “Hey” he said your name softly “I mean it, I really fucking like you. I really do think you’re beautiful, you literally ruined me for any other woman ever. I’ve never met anyone like you. I’d really like to take you on a real date, like you deserve. If you’ll let me.” He gave you the most bashful adorable smile ever but you couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped you “Steve. You’re literally still inside me right now and you think I don’t want to go on a date with you?” He shrugged and chuckled, “I just wanted to make sure, I didn’t want to assume anything, ya know?”

You rolled off of him to lay next to him, resting your chin on his chest. “Of course I want to go on a date with you silly. It took me a minute to realize it, but I think I’m kind of obsessed with you too, Steve Harrington.” You tilted your head up to kiss him, soft and sweet, different from all the other kisses. “I just hope I didn’t ruin everything for you. I feel like you threw everything away for me.” You sighed and looked down at his chest, running your fingers through the hair there. He said your name more sternly than you were expecting “Look at me.” You looked up into his eyes and suddenly felt extremely shy under his intense gaze. “You didn’t ruin anything, you made everything better, you saved me from a life I was miserable in. I’ve never been more happy than I am at this moment. I don’t give a fuck what my so called “friends” or my parents think anymore. I did it for you, of course, but also for the first time in my life I did something for myself too. I’m not sure what exactly my life is going to look like now, but I know if you’re in it, it’s going to be beautiful.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes at that, no one had ever said anything like the things Steve had said to you tonight. He kept talking so much about how you see him that you didn’t even realize how much he saw you too. “I think so too Stevie.” He saw you and you saw him, and the rest you would figure out together.

[charliemwrites]

Just a thought I wanted to share but imagine something happens to Johnny, Simon, Price and Gaz is the only one left. You said he wasn’t really on board with reader being kept though she’s not his to let go but now that the rest of the 141 is gone, she technically is …

Imagine him feeling too guilty to keep her himself, after all she’s a person with her own life and autonomy she isn’t an animal to be kept. But after all this time she doesn’t know how to be on her own. That coupled with the fact that she lost everyone around her, especially Simon, she’s in such a sensitive state she can’t be on her own.

So now Gaz has to keep her even though it goes against everything he believes in, he’s all she has left. He tries to make it seem like they’re in a normal relationship, (not girlfriend/boyfriend because she was Simons) like roommates where one is strangely super dependent on the other or maybe even an older brother or sm. But deep down he knows the true nature of their relationship and it lwk eats him up with guilt.

Or do you think it’d be different? Maybe over time he wouldn’t feel as guilty or something? Maybe he would still let her go? I’d love to hear your thoughts on the idea but no pressure!

Ooooooh my heart!!!!

You’re absolutely right. She has to relearn a lot of things, and isn’t very good with public settings. Has to hold his hand or arm and gets overwhelmed easily. She cries a lot - because she feels like a burden, because she misses Simon, because her life has been turned over and ruined again.

I think they’d both carry a lot of guilt. They would stay together because she doesn’t have anyone and needs him. Him because he doesn’t want her to have to be a kept animal anymore. Both clinging on to the last remnants of the past.

Oh, and how could anyone beat that connection? Yeah no, those two would spend the rest of their lives together - whether it becomes romantic or stays weirdly intimately platonic. She is always always free to leave, she knows that, but she never will.

[cozyjae]

confessions- j.jh 🥂🎙️

info: roommate au, drunk confessions, jaehyun x reader

wc: 3.1k

warnings: alcohol consumption

a/n: i’m posting my old drafts <3

A loud crash and a subsequent string of low giggles late at night draws you out of your room, cautiously approaching your living room with curiosity and slight concern, only to find your roommate staring at a mess of records strewn across the floor.

It takes all of three seconds for you to realize Jaehyun is drunk, noting the way his head whips around to you suddenly, surprised to see you- as if you don’t live together, before breaking out into a wide smile, skin obviously flushed a deep red.

“Hey!” He says loudly before wincing at his own voice, frown immediately forming as his dark eyebrows knit together. “I didn't wake you up did I?”

“No, I haven’t gone to bed yet,” you wave it off, watching the way he stands up slowly as your eyes drift to the opened bottle of wine on the coffee table, “I was just making sure you were okay.”

In the almost year that you had been roommates with Jaehyun, you don’t think you have ever actually seen him drunk. Occasionally he would come home late at night, a little louder than usual with hooded eyes and red ears, accompanied by his friends- but you have never seen him anything past tipsy.

“Have you been drinking?” You ask rhetorically, already knowing the answer that he confirms as he nods, “You want some?”

“Uh,” you hesitate but are easily convinced by his hopeful expression, wide eyes looking at you with anticipation, “sure, I guess.”

Jaehyun grins, sitting on the sofa and patting the cushion next to him as he pours you a glass, overly concentrated on the simple task as he hands it to you, fingertips brushing against yours. He bumps his glass with yours before he drowns the wine quickly, making you laugh into your glass, only taking small sips.

You watch him with interest, having never seen Jaehyun like this. You were comfortable with your roommate but not drinking wine together at 2 am comfortable, yet he seemed completely content.

Before your former rommate moved out to live with her boyfriend, she introduced you to Jaehyun- a friend of a friend who needed a place to stay as soon as possible after transferring universities.

Since then, you’ve fallen into a non romantic- yet domestic, routine with each other that brought a comforting normalcy and company to your daily life. You took turns grocery shopping and cooking meals and split up chores and kept a shared to do list.

Although Jaehyun was a relatively private person, he was still extremely polite. He played music but it was always at a considerate soft, volume- never too loud. If he stayed out late, he would always tip toe back in and if he had an early class and you were still sleeping, you could always hear his endearingly quiet movements through the walls of your apartment and sometimes the clatter of pots followed by a muttered curse word.

During the first few months of living together, whenever you felt like doing something and your other friends were busy, you always found yourself naturally drifting towards Jaehyun as he did the same with you, often appearing at your doorway with a timid invitation to watch a movie that he rented.

But as time passed, you slowly began to go to Jaehyun first, spending time together not just when your other friends were unavailable as Jaehyun simply became a friend himself.

As much as your friends pestered to you and made obvious the potential relationship between the two of you, you never really pursued anything with Jaehyun. What you had together right now was enough, and you wouldn’t want to ruin everything and lose your roommate and now- friend, by an incorrect assumption. 

Said friends also befriended Jaehyun after he moved in with you as your individual friend groups began to intertwine. Like earlier today, when Donghyuck was over studying and catching up with you, Jaehyun hung around as you ignored the not so subtle hints and ques Donghyuck attempted to give. Even after Jaehyun left, your friend continued with his declaration that you and Jaehyun were obviously infatuated with each other, which you rolled your eyes at and refuted.

You don’t deny that now and then, you could notice a certain level of tension between the two of you, whether it was when the cashier at the grocery store assumed you were a couple or how Jaehyun always listened to your late night, stress induced rants, nodding along as you confide in him and offering kind advice. 

You could always see the two of you moving forward with a relationship, you already lived together and were comfortable with each other- but you can never truly know what Jaehyun thinks and you were definitely not going to outright ask him. 

And so, your budding feelings for Jaehyun stayed between you and Donghyuck- much to your friend’s dismay as you reprimanded his meddling and turned your focus back on the schoolwork he had come over to complete.

Jaehyun’s abrupt movements snap you out of your thoughts as he leans down, reaching for the discarded records, suddenly fixated on opening a specific one. “Do you need help?” You ask warily, watching the way his tongue pokes out in intense concentration.

“No,” he says distantly but his actions say otherwise. You lean down anyways as he fumbles with pulling out a specific disk, taking the record from him gingerly and pulling the sleeve off easily. 

“Do you want me to put this on?” You ask softly as he nods, sitting back up to watch the way you move across the room, staring at the way your oversized shirt hangs off of your frame, legs exposed under the thick material as you stand on your tiptoes to reach the device that Jaehyun brought with him when he moved in. 

You fiddle with the record player, carefully putting on the record that instantly fills the room with soft, melodic jazz that echoes through the player’s speakers with a low, soothing rhythm.

Jaehyun smiles at the familiar song, arm thrown loosely across the sofa, “this one’s my favorite,” he says quietly, making you hum in appreciation. You move back to where he’s sitting, about to join him before Jaheyun reaches out to grab your hand. “Dance with me,” he whispers seriously.

“You’re really drunk,” you say matter of factly, biting back a laugh at his determined expression as you let him use your weight to pull himself up to stand, swaying slightly as he stares at you with hooded eyes.

“Yeah,” Jaehyun agrees before a smile breaks out across his features, dimples appearing in the soft pink, tinged skin of his cheeks, “I can still dance though.”

You laugh silently as he looks at you for a few more moments, smile slowly turning into a small pout. Before he can say anything else your tongue pokes in your cheek as you mutter a quiet, “fine.”

Jaehyun’s arm quickly comes to circle around your waist carefully, almost testing how the touch feels. It felt different, him touching you in a way he never had before. It wasn’t like your usual, accidental touches, like when you bump into each other in the small space of your shared kitchen while cooking and he places a hand on the small of your back while moving past you. 

This felt so intentional, touch weighing heavy on your skin, feeling the way his fingertips each move individually on your waist. Jaehyun looks at you for an okay and you nod your head, “yeah,” you say softly, letting him pull you closer. Your hand comes to rest on his shoulder, skin covered by the simple black t-shirt he’s wearing.

He sways both of you from side to side, hands warm as one stays on your waist and the other holds your own hand delicately. He’s silent from his overwhelming concentration, mind filled with only buried thoughts of clouded admiration and attraction. 

Jaehyun rests his head in the crook of your neck, burying himself into your shoulder as you feel his lips pull into a smile that ghosts along your collar bone and his nose press further into your skin.

The short duration of the song goes by in a hazed quickness that you don’t notice until the song fades out slowly, offering only a few seconds of low static before the sound cuts abruptly and silence fills the room. 

Jaehyun waits before reluctantly breaking and immediately plopping back down on the sofa, letting his body sprawl across the cushions. “That was nice,” he mumbles as you frown at his new position, already concerned about the possibility of him falling asleep there. 

“Here, why don’t you let me help you into your room?” You say gently, knowing his current position on the small couch would only lead to neck crooks and aches in the morning to go along with his already predictable hangover.

Jaehyun hums distractedly, mind elsewhere, not disagreeing but not making it easier for you to help him.

You hoist him up, holding his forearm as his fingers graze over your hand, rubbing your skin softly. His fingertips run over your wrist then hand, grasping onto you for stability.

“How did you get this drunk on wine?” You complain more to yourself, realizing the extent of his lack of dexterity as Jaehyun just laughs breathlessly, mumbling something incoherent into the material of your shirt.

He lets you lead him into his room fairly easily with little resistance. You move him to your side, letting him wrap and arm around your shoulder for support.

You open his door and Jaehyun suddenly breaks away from your grasp to flop onto his bed, sprawling out comfortably.

You smile watching him squirm on his bed, shifting to get comfortable, even drunk Jaehyun was endearing. You make sure he’s in a better position than before and then move to leave, figuring you would see him in the morning with Advil to help the hangover he was bound to have.

“Don’t go,” Jaehyun says lowly, voice laced with realization, trailing off as you turn back to face him. 

“You need sleep,” you say and Jaehyun doesn’t respond, instead he looks at you intently before suddenly groaning and frowning exaggeratedly, his full lips forming a small pout.

“I’m so embarrassed,” he groans, not making eye contact as his thoughts begin to spill freely with no filter.

You sit on the foot of his bed while his gaze follows your movements. “Don’t be,” you say, voice laced subconscious sincerity, “It’s fine. Remember how you helped me when I was drunk after Johnny's party last month? That was embarrassing.”

He laughs, shaking his head, “no, that was cute.”

You give him a small smile, not bothering to disagree. It’s quiet for a few moments as you watch Jaehyun, his eyes close as his eyelashes brush lightly against his skin. You watch the slow and steady rising of his chest, shirt hanging off his frame, exposing the warm skin of his chest and collarbones. 

You start to think Jaehyun fell asleep until his eyes suddenly flutter open to meet yours directly as he sucks in a deep breath, pausing for a few seconds before speaking. “I love you,” he blurts randomly, making your lips part in complete surprise.

You’re momentarily stunned by his words, unable to process any of your own as Jaehyun continues casually, “like,” he breathes out, “really.” He giggles lightly, different from his usual, low laugh. Jaehyun’s eyes widen before he covers his mouth with his palm, seemingly realizing what he just confessed, mumbling a muffled, “oops.”

His words ring in your mind continuously but you refuse to let them completely register. Jaehyun was drunk and you couldn't allow yourself to bask in an admission that you doubt he would remember in a few hours. You smile wistfully, “I’m gonna go,” you say quietly, patting his leg.

“Wait- what do you say to my romantic confession?” He whines, reaching his arms out as his hand plays at your fingers to try and keep you next to him.

You let out a small laugh, letting his fingertips rub over your knuckles, eyebrows raising jokingly, “That was your romantic confession?”

Jaehyun doesn’t respond at first, only staring at you as his gaze flickers down to your lips, obviously lingering too long on your lips. You laugh again, causing Jaehyun's eyes to snap back up to meet yours, matching your smile and laughing airily.

He shifts, hair splayed across his pillow, “yeah,” He says simply.

“You’re drunk. I don’t-,” you stop, trying to find the right words to seriously break down what he said, “we can talk about it in the morning.”

He sighs, air puffing out his cheeks stubbornly, “Technically,” he cranes his neck to look at his bedside clock, “it’s morning right now,” he says, staring at the glaring, red 2:49 AM.

You roll your eyes, turning and looking away to hide your smile as Jaehyun grins at your reaction, “do I make you laugh?”

“Yes, Jaehyun,” you say with endearment, noting how he looked like a child seeking validation with wide eyes and concerned, furrowed brows, anxiously awaiting your response.

“Do you think I’m funny?” He asks again in a small voice.

“Yes,” you reiterate gently as he continues, propping himself up by his elbows. “Is that why you laughed today when Donghyuck asked if you liked me?” He asks pointedly, only blinking as he awaits your response. ‪

Your chest constricts and your mouth opens in surprise, confusion reading across all your features, “Jae, what? You heard that?”

Your mind instantly replays the conversation you and Donghyuck had earlier that afternoon when he asked if you liked Jaehyun after the elder had left. 

You remember laughing awkwardly at Donghyuck’s question, choosing avoidance over straight up denial, but it still didn’t stop a wide grin from appearing on his features, looking at you like he had confirmed his suspicions, “Oh you totally do.” 

“So what?” You mutter, shoving your textbook away from you to lay on your bed, “it’s not like I’m going to do anything about it, and I don’t know, I doubt he feels the same way.” 

Now, Jaehyun sighs loudly, making you realize he must have only heard the first part of your conversation. “You don’t like me.” He says matter of factly.

You look into his searching eyes, lips twisting as you think of what to say. “Of course I do, Jae. I just- I don’t know, I thought I didn’t know if you felt the same way,” you explain, giving him a small smile, “And besides, I didn’t want to admit something that to Donghyuck in the first place.”

He hums, seemingly content, “I like it when you call me that.”

“Jae?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, hand reaching back out to hold yours as you hesitate. “I- I, think we should finish talking about this in the morning.”

He blinks, retracting his own hand. “What does that mean?”

“It just means you’re drunk right now.”

He seems to take that as an acceptable explanation, satisfied with your response and reaction to his admission. When you bid him goodnight he only smiles, relating a soft, “good night,” before you’re closing his door quietly, rubbing your face in confusion.

Jaehyun’s words leave you lying in bed unable to get rid of the fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach and unable to sleep due to the feeling of eventually confession and discussion the next morning would entail.

You wonder what you would even say, what Jaehyun would even say, and if he even truly meant or remembered what he admitted. It makes you nervous, so nervous that you fall asleep with a feeling of dread overshadowing any excitement or anticipation you would have otherwise felt.

-

“Morning Jae,” you say knowingly, amusement monetarily overpowering your nervousness as your obviously hungover roommate comes into view.

Jaehyun turns from his seat at the kitchen bar with messy hair and tired, narrowed eyes due to the light that streams through the large bay window in your apartment.

He laughs tensely, hand on his mug as he looks up at you nervously. “Yeah, really nice,” he says sarcastically, smiling with you before he clears his throat, expression instantly changing and making your voice immediately catch in your throat. “About last night,” he starts, turning away from the countertop to face you.

You bite your lip, awaiting the worst rejection stemming from his own confession, waiting for him to deny and apologize for any admission from his drunken consciences

“Well- first, I'm sorry about that, that was,” he pauses, struggling to find the right words, “uh- not me and very embarrassing.”

You nod, not really knowing what to say as he continues. “But thank you for helping me,” he gives you a smile that you return easily.

“Yeah, of course,” you say, feeling his choice of words had completely affirmed what you feared.

“And I remember some of the stuff I said and I just want to say- I mean, that was not how I wanted to talk to you about my feelings. But I want you to know that I really do like you.” Jaehyun says everything in one breath, adding a small, “if haven’t ruined any chance I had with you.”

He pauses to read your expression that doesn’t look immediately negative as he’s encouraged to carry on. “I overheard your conversation with Donghyuck yesterday and then,” Jaehyun visibly cringes as he continues, “I got kind of sad and drank the wine Yuta bought me from forever ago. I shouldn’t have listened and I shouldn’t have done,” he gestures wildly with his hands, “whatever that was.”

He looks at you with a rawly vulnerable expression that you have never seen before, wincing as he recounts the events from last night while he awaits your response.

“I mean, I really like you too,” you say quietly, making his head snap up in surprise, “really?”

“Yeah,” you say, thinking it was pretty apparent. “Of course I do. I really like living with you and I really like spending time with you,” you twist your fingers subconsciously, shifting under his gaze, “I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I guess I made that easier,” Jaehyun laughs and you so do you, taking the seat next to him and resting your elbow on the counter, looking at him with raised eyebrows in agreement, “it was a very bold approach.” 

Jaehyun’s smile widens before he bites his lip, “Can I kiss you?” He asks shyly before rambling, “I mean I’m pretty hungover right now so maybe not but-.” 

You cut him off, moving closer than you already were, leaning up and reaching up to press your lips into his sweetly, breaking apart after a few seconds only to smile up at him- your roommate who had suddenly become so much more, “I don’t mind.”

[seungminsbaldspot]

Fake it Till you make it

Pairing:  Jisung  x Reader

Prompt 10: Opposites attract when two characters pretend to be dating and fall in love​​

Word Count:  4153 WORDS OH MY GAWD?

Genre: well its fake dating so angst/comfort maybe???

Spoiler:  “Annddd that’s how your father faked his way into my life.” 

Warnings: She/her pronouns, cursing, cheating Minho, toxic Minho, minho is just a bad guy, Jisung is just a loud but lovable college guy trying to make the most of life, mentions of sex (minho is cheating ofc), jisung loves the f word, small mention of a cut/blood, fighting, lowkey a slow burn but also not really but also sort of a slow burn; also i would like to say it’s sort of proofread but also not really so

Notes: every now and then i remember that jisung has me in a chokehold 

Han Jisung was certainly a character. He was loud and reckless, many would call him the “class clown.” But to you, he was just your crush’s best friend. Yes, unfortunately, you had fallen for the one and only, Lee Minho. 

You had one Chem Lab with Minho, and decided that he was the perfect man for you. He was handsome, witty, and smart. Plus he seemed to be kind to everyone, so that was just the icing on the cake for you. 

Luckily for you, your professor assigned the lab partners, and you were partnered up with Minho. Unbeknownst to you, this simple arrangement of partnership will change your life. 

Having Minho as your lab partner meant that You two would be spending loads of time together. And unfortunately for you, Minho loved being inside his apartment near campus. Every time you two would need to do some extra work, Minho would suggest going over to his apartment. His apartment was only a ten-minute walk from campus, but you knew who also resided there, Han Jisung. 

Jisung and Minho are the best of friends, they know each other like the back of their own hand, but they are truly opposites. Minho was more collected and Jisung was, well, everywhere. Jisung was the wilder of the two, he went to tons of parties back then, and he was always at a party. 

But he was also always there at the apartment when you were there. It’s not like you hated Jiisung per se, but his energy and your energy never matched. When you and Minho would be in the living room, finishing up a post-lab assignment, you could hear Jisung in his own room, playing the drums or sometimes belting out random song lyrics. Minho would only shake his head and apologize for his roommate’s behavior, but he always smirked when he apologized. It really gave you mixed signals back then, But you would soon find out what kind of man Minho actually was.  

During the time of the chemistry class, Minho gave you his phone number, so you and him could properly communicate about chemistry projects, but after the class was over, and you two both passed, Minho would still message you. Back then, you could only think about how lucky you were to have THE Lee Minho texting you in HIS free time. Minho would invite you out to lunch, to study sessions, or just to hang out. But as usual, you would somehow end up at Minho and Jisung’s shared apartment. Every time he would invite you out to his apartment, he would smirk, knowing that Jisung’s loud nature made you uncomfortable. 

Even though you never liked spending time at their shared apartment, you still fell harder for Minho, and he knew it. He knew that you liked him, and every time he would invite you out to his apartment, he knew you wouldn’t say no, even though being around Jisung’s loud nature made you uncomfortable. 

Minho would continue to take you on dates, but never asking you to be his girlfriend. On one occasion, he accidentally spilled a drink on you, and on another, he seemed more interested in his phone than in the conversation. But, at the time, you didn’t mind it, you were still spending time with Minho. Minho would often make dates with you, and you would meet up at his shared apartment, so going to the apartment for a date was not out of character. 

Minho texted you to meet at his apartment at 3:15, so you arrived at his door at 3 on the dot. Minho always liked to be on time, so when he said 3:15, he meant that he wanted to leave at 3:15, therefore you needed to be there at 3. It’s just the way Minho was, well still is. 

When you arrived at the door, you knocked twice. You always knocked twice. However, there was no answer. You put your hand on the door handle, just to check if it was locked, as sometimes Minho would leave the door unlocked if he knew you were coming over. And the door was unlocked, so you walked inside, everything was normal until you heard them. 

You heard Minho’s moans, the skin-to-skin smacking that resonated throughout the apartment. You felt your heart drop to your stomach. It’s not that Minho and you were dating, but you thought he liked you. And you thought you liked him. 

Interrupting your thoughts, you heard a few final, louder, moans. You went into autopilot and went into the first room that you could quickly hide in. Once inside the room, you shut the door, as silently as you could. You move out of the way from the door, covering your mouth, trying to hold the sobs in. You slide down the wall, trying to even your breath. He wasn’t even your boyfriend, so why are you upset?  

You could hear their hushed voices as they exited the apartment. Still, you didn’t dare to move. You could hear the front door open again and fast-paced footsteps came closer and closer to you. The door to the room you were hiding in swings open and enters a happily humming Han Jisung. When his eyes met your teary ones, he almost dropped his bags. He quickly set down his bags and rushed over to you, crouching down to you. 

“What happened?” He asked, looking you over for any immediate signs of harm. You shook your head. “Uhhh Okay well Um.. Why are you crying?” He asked meekly, almost unsure to ask any questions. You let out a pitiful sob, “Minho.” With that one word, it was like he understood everything. 

Well, Jisung was Minho’s best friend and his roommate. And if you could hear the two of them in Minho’s room, you couldn’t even imagine what Jisung had to go through. 

“He’s an asshole. Really. I mean He gets into all these girls’s pants all the time..” He trailed off, looking up at you, he stopped talking when he saw the tears flow down your face. “Ah, Shit. Okay, How about this? Me and you,” He gestured to himself and then you, “Fake Date!” He clapped, his smile almost lighting up the whole room. You jumped a little when he clapped, not expecting him to be this loud. His eyes widened, “Oh shit! I’m sorry! I’m just used to being loud.” He said, looking away. You shook your head, “No, you’re fine.” You said. 

Jisung's proposition hung in the air, his eyes still reflecting genuine concern for your well-being. The unexpected nature of his suggestion caught you off guard, and you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at his enthusiasm, despite the circumstances.

"Fake dating, huh?" you said, wiping away a few tears. "That's a pretty unconventional solution, Jisung."

He grinned, looking somewhat proud of his idea. "Well, unconventional times call for unconventional measures. Plus, it's the perfect way to show Minho he can’t go around manipulating every girl he comes across into fucking them."

As you considered the proposal, you couldn’t deny the appeal of the idea. It could perhaps send a message to Minho. However, the intricacies of faking a relationship, even temporarily, are not lost on you.

"How would that even work?" you asked, genuinely curious about the details of Jisung's plan.

Jisung leaned back, scratching his head. "Well, we just act like a couple—hold hands, share a few laughs, maybe even a fake kiss here and there. Make it convincing enough, and hopefully, Minho gets the message that he can't fuck around with every girl he comes in contact with."

You sighed, “Alright.” 

Jisung's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands together. "Great! We'll make this so convincing that Minho won’t know what the hell is happening!"

The two of you begin to brainstorm ways to make the fake relationship appear authentic. Jisung suggests casual touches, sweet gestures, and spending more time together in public. The plan took shape, and you found yourself surprisingly committed to the act if only to put an end to Minho's fuck-boy behavior. 

After a few hours of brainstorming,  you both decided that you would spend the night, starting the fake relationship as soon as possible. Jisung lent you his baggy night shirt and some shorts, as you were dressed for a date night when you arrived at the apartment. 

That morning, when Jisung had woken you up, “I hear Minho in the kitchen.”He had said.  His expression was a mix of determination and readiness for the charade you're about to embark on. The plan was in motion, and you couldn’t help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

You nodded, “Starting already?” You asked, causing Jisung to giggle, “Of course we are! He’s most sensitive in the mornings!” He said, rushing you out of bed.

 As you followed Jisung out of the room, you couldnt help but wonder how convincing this act would be and what kind of reaction you’d elicit from Minho.

In the kitchen, Minho glanced up from his breakfast preparation, a curious look in his eyes as he noticed your presence. Jisung put on a charming smile and gestures between the two of you."Morning, Minho! Guess what? Y/N stayed over last night," Jisung announced with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Minho's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he looked between you and Jisung. "Oh, really? That’s Unexpected. What's the occasion?"

You exchanged a glance with Jisung, both of you ready to play your parts in this charade. “Well since you didn’t answer my text last night for our hang out, Jisung and I decided to have a ‘stay at home’ date night!” You met Minho's gaze with a practiced smile, feigning nonchalance. , "We figured why waste a perfectly good night, right?" You let out a soft laugh, hoping it sounds convincing. Jisung chimed in, "Exactly! We watched movies, ordered some food, you know, the usual cozy night in."

Minho's expression shifted, a mix of surprise and curiosity still lingering. "Huh, I didn't know you two were that close." You nod, subtly intertwining your fingers with Jisung's, a move you'd agreed upon earlier. "Well, sometimes unexpected things happen, and you just go with the flow, right?"

Jisung gave  Minho a playful nudge. "Come on, Minho, you should've joined us. It was a blast!" Minho chuckles nervously, his eyes darting between the two of you. "Yeah, maybe next time." Jisung laughs, “Oh Come On! You’re always with one of your weekly girls. It wouldn’t hurt to be with your friend and his girlfriend for a while!” Minho shook his head, “Yeah, I’m just a little busy currently.” He brushed off Jisung’s offer. Jisung shrugged, “Whatever man.” 

As the breakfast preparations continued, you and Jisung maintained the act, exchanging glances and subtle touches. It's a delicate dance, and the success of this ruse depends on how well you can convince Minho that there's more to your relationship than meets the eye.

The weeks pass, and the facade of your fake relationship with Jisung continues. The charade becomes more convincing with each passing day, and you find yourself caught in the whirlwind of emotions that accompany the act. Jisung's thoughtful gestures and genuine kindness start to blur the lines between reality and fiction.

As you would go on these "fake" dates, you couldnt help but compare Jisung's behavior to Minho's. The difference between the two was like fire and ice. Jisung's consideration and warmth stand in stark contrast to Minho's self-centered actions. Jisung would hold the door open for you, whereas Minho would let you walk straight into the door and then slyly apologize. Jisung would buy you flowers and cute good-morning text messages. But then the realization dawns on you that maybe there's more to Jisung's plan than just fuck with Minho's advances.

You noticed the weariness in Jisung's eyes, the exhaustion that comes from living with someone whose lifestyle clashes so significantly with his own. His attempt to create a buffer, a shield from Minho's late-night fucks, becomes more apparent.

One evening, after returning from a l "date," Jisung breaks starts a conversation that would change your view on some things.

"I hope you know this isn't just about Minho," he says, his eyes focused on the road ahead. "I mean, it is, but it's also about finding some peace in my own home. I can't keep living like this." 

You knew that you both were earning something from this fake dating, but you never thought that you would see Jisung so emotional about Minho. 

“He’s my best friend you know? And I know that he has been doing this for months now, and It’s tearing me apart that he is going around fucking up girls and manipulating them. It makes me so pissed that he’s done this to a multitude of girls and that he’s done this to you.”   

You didn’t know what to tell him at the time, I mean Minho was using Jisung by living in his house, and you were using him to get back at Minho. You could only stay silent. 

A few days after that date, it was Minho’s birthday. Minho and Jisung were having a get-together with their friends at their apartment, little did you know at that time, this small gathering was going to change your life.  

As the roommate’s friends arrived, the apartment was filled with excitement, laughter, and the sound of glasses clinking. A sense of both celebration and anticipation permeated the air.

You keep up the illusion of your fake relationship with Jisung during the little get-together for Minho's birthday, acting as the supportive girlfriend. The party progresses, and the revelry heightens, but beneath the surface, an undercurrent of tension simmers.

As the night unfolded, you noticed Minho's attention lingering on you and Jisung. His eyes showed a hint of interest, perhaps even jealousy. ? 

Sometime during that night, you decided to step outside of the apartment, to have some alone time. Being around Jisung and Minho’s shared friends, really drained your social battery. You were out of the apartment no longer than five minutes, and you heard the sound of the door being opened and closed. Thinking it was one of Minho’s or Jisung’s friends leaving the party, you continued to mind your own business. 

That was until a hand grabbed your shoulder, turning you around, and then pushing you up against the wall. You winced at the impact of you being shoved against the wall, and when you opened your eyes, you were met went MInho’s dark and cold eyes.  “What the hell has been going on between you and Han?” He seethed out. You rolled your eyes, “What does it matter to you Minho? We weren’t together Minho.” He scoffed, slapping his hand on the wall beside you, “Like Hell, we weren’t. But you didn’t even like him! You couldnt stand him when we were fucking around! How can you just turn up one day and say you’re fucking with Han?” 

You sneered, “Minho if you don’t leave me the fuck alone, I swear to God that I will make SURE you will never be able to have sex again.” You uttered. “You-” Before he could continue, the front door swung open, Jisung rushing out of the door, barrelling towards You and Minho. 

Jisung pushes his whole body into Minho, taking the both of them to the floor. The two roommates struggled on the ground for a good minute, you could only stand there. You knew that getting in between the two would be a stupid decision, so you just stood there in shock. 

After what seemed to be hours (but were only seconds, your conception of time was severely warped back then), One of their friends, Chan, came running out the door, followed closely by Changbin, Chan hurrying to grab Minho, and Changbin struggling to catch Jisung.  Jisung and Minho struggle against the bigger, buffer men, still trying to get a hold of each other. Felix, another shared friend of theirs, comes towards, “What on earth happened out here?” He asked, worryingly. He kept glancing over at Chan and Changbin, who were still struggling to keep the two. You only shook your head. 

“He was going to fucking hit her! I saw it! I was watching out the window! I knew you didn’t like her! You just wanted to fuck with me- with her! You knew how I felt Minho! I can’t fucking believe you!” Jisung was yelling, that if they kept this up, the cops were going to be called. “Guys calm the fuck down. The cops are gonna get called. Now everyone shut the fuck up and go back inside.” Chan sternly gave out instructions, and somehow with his hushed voice, he got everyone to go inside. 

The group disperses to various corners of the living room. The atmosphere was strained by the events outside having left an uncomfortable vibe around all nine people inside the apartment. 

Felix, still visibly concerned, glances around the room. "Someone better start explaining what the hell just happened," Chan said.

Jisung, clearly still seething with anger, takes a moment before speaking. "I saw Minho, he was going to hit her. I couldn't let that happen."

Minho, on the other hand, shot a glare at Jisung, his face contorted with frustration. “Why the hell were you watching us? Minho clashed back, becoming visibly angry again. “Guys. Adults.” Chan reminded, Minho sighed, “I was only trying to talk to her.” Chan, and pretty much everyone in the room looked over to you, expecting you to explain. 

“I wouldn’t call  pinning me on the wall against my will as ‘talking’ but okay.” You shrugged, maybe that was a little too rude at the time, but who could blame you? You were still trying to process everything. 

“You knew how I felt Minho. You’re my fucking best friend. I fucking let you live in my house for fucks sake. Every time you would bring another girl home to fuck I tried my fucking best to leave the apartment, I fucking tried so fucking hard. Then you bring her around? KNOWING how I felt? Then you fucking hurt her? I didn’t know what to fucking do when I found her fucking sobbing her eyes out. My dumbass could only think of fucking fake ass dating. That shitty ass shit.” Jisung ranted, almost fully out of breath. 

Your eyes widen. You glanced around the room.  Chan sighed. “Alright, Minho why don’t you crash at my place tonight? We all need some space.” Chan announced, Minho only nodded, leaving to his room for a minute, and leaving with a bag along with Chan. Chan only waved everyone out, but when you tried to leave, Chan pulled you to the side. “You should probably stay. I think you and him need to talk.” Chan smiled at you, You only nodded. Talking felt too much like a chore.

You sat back down beside Jisung, throughout that whole ordeal of everyone gathering their belongings and leaving, Jisung never moved. In fact, he still had some blood on his face, a small cut he got from the scuffle with Minho nearly thirty minutes earlier. 

You two sat in complete silence for a moment. You sighed, “Your cheek is cut.” He hummed. “Want me to clean it?” He sighed but nodded. You knew that he kept a first-aid kit in the bathroom, because on one of your ‘dates’, the two of you attempted to make dinner, but ended up with you cutting your finger and Jisung burning the food.

You grabbed the kit, and then made your way back into the living room. Jisung was still slumped on the couch, his usual vibrant and full of energy far gone now. His eyes met yours as you cleaned the small cut on his cheek, he quickly looked away, his cheeks turning pink. As he’s looking away, you took the chance to really look at him. He was really handsome. The curve of his jaw, the lines of his face, the way his eyelashes flutter every time he blinks - just everything about him, was pretty. 

“I’m sorry for making things awkward.” He said, breaking the silence. Your eyebrows scrunched. “What are you talking about?” You put the little alcohol wipe on the first-aid kit and grab a band-aid, opening it and placing it on the small cut. He watched you as you placed the band-aid on, following your every move. 

“God it’s so embarrassing.” He said, reaching up to gently grab your wrists, keeping them in front of his face, he looked down, almost ashamed. “I gave you the idea of fake dating for my own selfish desires. I literally tackled my best friend because I thought he was hurting you.” He sighed, and then looked up at you, tears brimming his eyes, “I’m so fucking sorry.” Your heart squeezed in a way that it had never squeezed before. He squeezed your wrists, not in a painful way, but in a pleading way. He was pleading with you for your forgiveness.  

“Ji… Although what you did, was not the smartest-” You sort of laughed, “I know you were trying to help me. And yeah Minho was being a dick. I really don’t know what his deal is. Me and him never dated. I don’t know why he had his panties in a twist about us.” He looked up at you, You had messed up. You had said that like you were in a real relationship with Jisung.  

He smiled, “Us?” You blushed and looked at the floor, embarrassed beyond belief. “You know, I was so pissed when he brought you around. And when he was fu-” He trailed off, sucking in a breath, “When he brought that girl home on that day he was supposed to go with you on that date. And I found you… sobbing. I… I was so fucking pissed at him. You were crying so much, I just tried to make you feel better. I didn’t like to see you upset then and there’s no way in hell I will let you cry like that over a man ever again.” He finally stood up, standing as close to you as he possibly could, but not touching, not yet. 

“Could I hug you?” The tears that were pooling in your tear ducts, finally let out, You nodded. He lightly laughed, he wrapped his arms around you, “Why are you crying?” He looks over you, bringing a hand up, wiping your tears. You shake your head, wrapping your arms around him. The two of you hold each other for a few moments. 

He pulls away, looking at your face, “We’ve been fake dating for the past two and a half months, but I think I’ve loved you way before that.” You blushed, “Y/n will you be my for real girlfriend now?” You laughed, “Of course, I will be your real girlfriend now.” He smiles, “Would there be any way that I could get our first real hug and real kiss in one night?” You playfully slapped his arm, “I supposed so…” You joke, He grins, “Hell Yeah!”

He pulled you closer to him by your hips, almost shoving his face onto yours, gently taking your lips into his. Kissing you playfully yet gently, like you were going to disappear if he were to open his eyes. 

“Annddd that’s how your father faked his way into my life.” You say to your daughter. It was her wedding day, She’s in her beautiful wedding dress. She truly makes a wonderful bride. “Oh Mama… Your guy’s love story was so inappropriate!” She laughs, making you smile, “Well Honey you didn’t get here on your own” You smile, laughing at the dirtiness of your story, of course you spared a few details, but only a few… 

Jisung bursts into the bride’s room, “AWH MY DAUGHTER! ALL GROWN UP! GIVING HER AWAY?? WAHHHH!! HOW WILL I HANDLE THIS?? MY LOVE? WHAT ARE WE TO DO? OUR DAUGHTER!!” Jisung whines, shaking you by your shoulders and causing your daughter to laugh. “Dad! Come On!” He stops shaking you, softly looking at you, and then looking at his daughter. “My girls are so beautiful. I’m so glad I faked it till I made it.” 

Just to explain some things, Yes the whole story was past tense, and yes jisung liked you before the whole fake dating thing happened. ok goodbye, I love you thank you for reading

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My Brother’s Keeper

Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N, Sam’s roommate, so far have a pretty good thing going. Both work and function around one another well. What happens when his big brother comes down for the holidays with his mysterious past, mixed with Sam’s own mysterious previous life? Can Y/N and the grumpy older brother find a way to get along? Or will it be a not so happy holidays at the Winchester house?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Sized!Reader x Sam 

Word Count: 1782

Prompt: Roommate AU

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Rating: Mature (because of future chapters, this story is 18 + only, and not fit for minor consumption.)

Warnings: Angst, Some bickering

A/N: This is the first Christmas fic I have written in a long time! You guys will get this one real time, and I hope to finish it before New Years! Fingers crossed! Anyways, This fic is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my won! Feedback is golden! My work is 18+ only! No minors! Thanks so much for reading! 

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Y/N’s POV:

“You sure about this Sam, it is Christmas after all, what if your brother doesn’t want your roommate tagging along all weekend with you guys?” Y/N questioned for what was probably the third time that day, but the thought of Sam’s older brother coming to stay the weekend with the pair of them had her feeling extremely anxious, and a whole lot like the third wheel of the whole situation. 

“Yes Y/N, I’m sure, I promise, everything will be fine. Dean doesn't mind. He knows you live here; he’s not going to expect you to leave your own house, that you pay half the rent on, just because he’s coming to stay for the weekend. It’s really not a problem.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line as she continued to load the dishwasher in front of her. She didn’t quite believe Sam; he had a tendency to downplay things. He was also a Dean Winchester apologist; she knew that for a fact. Not that she’d ever laid eyes on Dean, save an old picture that Sam had kept in his room. Still, some of the stories these two shared growing up! She knew they’d had a complicated childhood, but Dean Winchester was much like his father John in a lot of ways, and John, from what she’d remembered, was not a good person. Add the fact that Dean was a self-proclaimed ‘ladies’ man’, and she just was not looking forward to this weekend at all. 

Not that she was so deluded to think that Dean would actually hit on someone like her. She wasn’t exactly a ten. Her thighs seemed to touch together, no matter how much she exercised, and she didn’t have a super flat stomach. She wasn’t dumb enough to think that Dean would even look her way. She’d seen the pictures of Cassie, Lisa, some wanna be Barbie knockoff she couldn’t remember the name of, and a few others of his conquest via Sam’s sleuthing on Facebook and Twitter, Lisa being the latest. She looked nothing like those beautiful women. Dean wouldn’t even look her way. Still, she doubted the handsome Winchester wanted a female version of Java the Hut hanging around all weekend while he came to visit his baby brother, especially considering it was Christmas. 

“Trust me Y/N, Dean’s an alright guy. Once you get to know him, you’ll love him. Now, I’ve got to go to work,” Sam announced, suddenly standing from the table and closing his laptop before stuffing it in his bag. “Just try not to stress about it too much, okay Y/N/N? It’s gonna be fine, I promise.”

“Fine,” she agreed reluctantly as she pressed the start button on the dishwasher. 

She remained unconvinced, no matter how much Sam assured her that everything would be fine. There would always be this internal battle that the man would be repulsed by her the moment he saw her, like she felt that most men where, save Sam, he’d been her best friend for years now. He didn’t care what she looked like, or that she came from a poorer family. They connected immediately, and quickly became best friends. So, when she lost her apartment due to covid layoffs, Sam had gladly offered her a room in his house. She’d been living there for almost two years now and had never seen his family aside from pictures. She just assumed other than Dean, he didn’t get along with any of them, or they were all dead, she just never asked. It wasn’t any of her business. 

Sam had gone back to school later in life to finish his law degree, before she’d met him, and was now working his first year in his own law firm. He never really wanted to talk much about his life before this, or why he’d left Stanford, and what he’d done all those years in between, or how he’d ended up in Detroit for that matter. All he’d ever say when she’d asked what he’d done in his time, life really, off of school, he just said the story wasn’t all that interesting, and blew her off. She knew Dean played a role in it, because he talked about his big brother all the time, and even talked about some of the adventures they’d had on the road, people they’d met, places they’d stayed in, sights they’d seen, but he never would give her more information than that; never would tell her why they were on a road trip together, or what happened in between to ultimately separate them.

Though, she was pretty sure his ex-girlfriend, Eileen, might have had something to do with it. He’d said that ultimately, ‘they had different goals in life,’ and because of that, it just didn’t work out. 

The only thing she knew about the oncoming house guest, aside from all the above, was that he was a private detective, and worked closely with law enforcement after doing two years as a working FBI agent. She never told Sam, but she had tried to look him up once, and all she found was an obituary, claiming him to be dead. For some reason, she thought that the FBI part of Dean’s story wasn’t exactly true, but considering his line of work, she thought that it must be a ‘need to know’ kinda thing,’ and she didn’t ask more than that. She had a hard enough time in her current life, she didn’t need to have to go into witness protection program and start all over again. 

“Oh, and Y/N, I’m probably gonna be late this evening, the meeting with this client is probably gonna be long, so Dean’s gonna beat me here. Just let him in, he knows how to make himself at home,” Sam called over his shoulder, closing the front door tightly behind him before she had the chance to argue with him about it. 

Y/N’s nostrils flared as she glared at the door. He’d known all morning that she’d be alone here when Dean got here, yet he waited until he was leaving to drop that little tidbit of information on her! 

She picked up her phone, opening her text app, and sent him a lovely little message about how payback was going to be a bitch, and she wasn’t going to be his brother’s keeper, nor his entertainment, or babysitter for that matter, so he can bring his ass home and do a goddamn zoom meeting for the rest of the week. 

It didn’t help the situation at hand any, but it made her momentarily feel better. That is, until she looked around the room at the state of the messy house in front of her. 

Running one hand down her face, she assessed the state of things, before deciding it was more important that the man show up to a presentable house, rather than taking the time to go fix herself up for nothing, because messy bun and PJ’s, or full face of makeup and fixed hair with nice clothes, it really didn’t matter, all that effort would have been for naught anyway, it wasn’t like he’d even look twice at her. 

Y/N took a deep breath, yelled for Alexa to turn on Metallica on Pandora, and made her way into the kitchen to go and retrieve the broom. There was no putting off the inevitable, but at least cleaning will distract her for a while. 

Dean’s POV: 

“For fucks sakes Sammy!” Dean barked into the phone he had jammed between his right shoulder and ear as he hurried around his bedroom, shoving clothing into a duffle bag that was once used for hunting, but now he just kept it around for weeks he decided to go see his baby brother, still, as his large hand gripped the faded green material of the strap, the memory was not lost on him. Not at all. “You can’t even take off for one day before your vacation is supposed to start! It’s not like I get a free weekend all the damn time. I’m driving all the way up there to see you, not spend time with your roommate.”

“You will only beat me there by a few hours Dean, she doesn’t bite or anything,” Sam argued, the eye rolled damn near audible in his voice, and Dean growled into the phone with all the righteous indignation he could muster, mostly because he knew the next words that were about to come out of Sam’s mouth. “Besides, it’s not like you haven’t had to spend an hour with a strange girl you didn’t—”

“I’ve told you, that’s not me anymore Sam! I’m damn near 44 years old! I’m old, cranky, probably got a little PTSD, and a fucking control freak. That poor girl doesn’t want to spend her afternoon looking at me of all people!”

“I’ll see you when I get home Dean,” Sam insisted, “and try not to knock up my best friend before I get home. She’s hot, but I have faith you can keep it in your pants for an hour.”

“Fuck you— wait a minute, what do you mean she’s hot?” Dean questioned and Sam laughed as he hung up the phone. 

Dean grumbled as he tossed his duffle bag over his shoulder and turned to examine his room for the last time to make sure he had all he needed before whistling at Miracle to follow him. 

Sam said she was hot, but honestly, he wouldn't let his dick get in the way of good sense. He’s not the man he used to be, he had scars, big ones, one that poor girl didn’t need to see. Besides, if Sam thought she was hot he wasn’t gonna step in on his girl. Sammy deserved a normal, happy life, and if this girl could do that for him, he was going to behave himself, no matter how hot she was. 

“She better-not-be allergic to dogs,” Dean said to Miracle as he approached his Baby sitting in the parking garage as shiny and pretty as the day she’d been driven off of the lot. The only woman that hadn’t done him wrong, and he’d do well to remember it. “‘Cause if she is, I'll pick you over my brother’s roommate. She can just get a fucking hotel or something.”

Miracle sat and stared, tongue hanging out, and completely unenthused. 

Dean sighed as he opened the passenger door for his four-legged friend to jump in, “yeah, figured you’d care about as much,” he murmured as he closed the door. “Least you care more than Sam apparently does. It’s almost like he doesn’t want to see me at all.”

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*runs in* i had a thought ‼️‼️ francis wilkerson. you two kick shit up before military school, being devious little creatures while dating. and then after he leaves military school, you two go to work at the grotto and start to settle into a nice and calmer life together *runs away*

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A/N: modern au. au where francis doesn’t emancipate himself so he graduates at Marlin Academy. I just feel like it would make less of a plothole doing that instead of getting rid of piama or not having him go to alaska. I wouldn’t know what i’d make him do instead of working in alaska, but piama is kind of the reason francis ends up going from alaska to the grotto. Also warning for a lil nsfw/suggestive, but its only one part

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Lois probably hated you lol

You were a troublemaker who helped her biggest troublemaker cause even more trouble

Even if you occasionally behaved better than Francis, you still weren’t a good influence

“I dunno, Francis.” You said, watching the piercer mark up your boyfriend’s face. “Your mom said that if you did this, she was gonna send you to military school. In Alabama.”

“Don’t worry, babe, she’s bluffing,” Francis muttered, trying to keep still.

“When you have to get up at six in the morning every day to do push-ups or whatever it is they do over there, don’t come crying to me.”

There was a brief pause before Francis answered where you watched the piercer put the needle through one of his nostrils. You winced at the sight, but your boyfriend didn’t seem affected much.

“Who am I supposed to go to to complain about my life?” Francis asked.

“Your mom? You complain to her about everything else.”

Francis laughed, and soon, a comfortable silence fell over the room while the piercer prepped a new needle.

“Hey, do you wanna get matching piercings?”

Safe to say, Francis got sent to military school

You were obviously both devastated and not surprised

He spends a lot of his phone calls on you

Another reason for Lois not to like you, because he usually racks up their phone bill because he wants to talk to you

But at the same time, your calls kept him motivated to stay on track with schoolwork

“Is the answer…” Francis trailed off, wondering if he should actually think or just guess. “B?”

“Wrong.”

“C!”

“Wrong.”

“A!”

“Even more wrong.” Francis groaned, throwing his head back in frustration as you laughed on the other side of the screen. “Next one.”

Francis sighed, looking back down at his practice quiz.

“How many bones are in the human body?” He read, scratching his head. He looked up at his computer just to see you looking back at him expectantly. “Two hundred and… six?”

“Ding ding ding!” You grinned, sitting back in your seat. Your hands reached down to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and over your head.

Francis was glad his roommate was in the rec room.

When he thinks about getting emancipated and going to Alaska, everyone’s pretty much against it

Except for Eric, since he gave Francis the idea

But you’re the only one Francis really listened to about how he’d probably ruin his life if he did it

This definitely warmed Lois up to you a bit more

At least to the point of being able to sit through Francis’ graduation together

“Move in a little closer.” Lois directed, waving her hands around as if to show you where to go. “Francis, lift your hand a little higher. Not that high!”

You and Francis snickered, finally posing in a way Lois liked so Hal could finally snap some pictures.

“So, how was sitting next to my mom the entire time?” Francis whispered to you.

“Not too bad, actually. I think she’s still riding the high of you not failing out of school.”

Now that both of you are out of school, you had to figure out what to do after

Francis knew he wanted to be as far away from his mom as possible

You weren’t opposed to exploring new places, so the two of you packed up and just started driving

Eventually, you found Gretchen, Otto, and the Grotto

“So, what’s your day looking like today?” You asked as you and Francis made your bed one morning.

“Just the usual stuff,” he replied, fluffing the pillows. “Few horse rides, gotta fix a fence, look after the stables.” Francis rounded the bed to reach you, looping his arms around your waist and pulling your back to his front. “But Otto gave us the evening off, so after six, I was thinking we’d grab some dinner and drive out to one of the viewpoints nearby.”

“Ooh.” You cooed, liking the idea. “Sounds wonderful.”

“After work, dress up a little,” Francis said, kissing your cheek before letting you go. “Trust me.”

“Is there some kind of surprise or something?” You asked. The two of you stepped out of your little apartment room at the Grotto, heading to the front office where you worked every morning. 

“I’m not gonna spoil anything.” He smiled, secretly playing with the small box in his pocket that held a diamond ring. “But you’ll definitely be surprised.”

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Operation Carlvard

or How to get your stupid friends together who act more like a couple than actual couples you’ve seen

Being close to your best friend is normal.

Being that close isn’t.

Now, when she first met the two, seeing them bounce ideas off each other and talk made her come to two conclusions.

They already knew each other.

 They were boyfriends.

A short talk with Carl told her that only one of those things is true. 

It made no sense, they acted as if they were dating for years, but they insist that they’re simply friends, which confuses her to no end. Sure, shipping your friends is odd, but if they wanted her to think they weren’t dating, they needed to act differently.

The two seemed clueless about the other’s feelings for the other, which baffles her because how?? Do neither of them hear the way they talk or see how they look at eachother? You would think one of them would have asked the other out, but Harvard can’t handle an emotional talk to save his life and she doubts Carl realizes he’s bi.

So, if those two idiots can’t get together by themselves, it’s up to everyone else to get them together.

“Which is why I have proposed Operation Carlvard,” Manimani finished, ending her slideshow. She, Mikey, and Zhang were all in her apartment, the males sitting on her couch. 

“Carlvard? Seriously?” Zhang questioned, raising an eyebrow at the name. 

“You come up with something.” After getting no response, she continued, “I can’t stand their pining, we need to get them together. At least if they act all lovey-dovey they’ll actually be a couple.”

“I don’t know…” Mikey rested his head on his hand, leaning forward to look at her. “Maybe they are just good friends.”

“They’re roommates Mikey. Roommates. They are not just good friends.” She put her laptop down as she paced. “Did you see those two last week? When we had that sleepover.”

“No?”

“They were cuddling! Like arms around each other. Neither mentioned it the next day, but both still swear they aren’t together. Hoping that they get together themselves is wistful thinking, and we don’t step in, they’re doomed.” She flopped down on the couch between them, dramatically putting a hand to her head.

“Alright alright,” Zhang moved her other arm closer to her, “What’s your plan?”

“I’m so glad you asked!”

 3 Ways to get your friends together:

1.

Slow days at the station were uncommon, yet the past week had been filled with them. The SIU rookie team was relaxing in the break room, piles of paperwork put aside to make way for snacks and card games. It was mostly silent, the air conditioner being the loudest thing in the room. Everyone was concentrating on the cards in front of them. 

Mikey glaced to the side, trying to guess what Mani would put down next as she sat in thought. She had the least cards in her hand, and smiled as she removed one from her hand, placing it on top of the red card in the middle of the deck. 

“Uno! Color’s green.” She tapped the deck of face down cards, waiting for Mikey to pick up what he owed. Yet she had a look in her eye, one that told him he had to put down the draw 2 he was given by her, in order to make Harvard quit. 

“If we do this right, he’ll already have too many cards. He draws more, he has to quit, and you know the rules if someone quits. So just make sure you have a plus 2 or plus 4 on you.”

He chuckled, moving her arm to place the green plus 2 he had in his deck. The plan was faulty, there being way too many ways it wouldn’t work, but she was convinced it would. He still wasn’t completely on board with her trying to play matchmaker, and if he blew up in their faces, he could always blame Mani.

“Sorry Zhang, but I’m not taking that.”

“Not my problem,” he said as he placed down a  blue plus 2. 

“Sorry Carl, but you gotta take it.” A plus four was placed on top of everything, a sly smile on Harvard’s face.

“You can’t do that!” Carl exclaimed from next to him, grabbing the card and sliding it back to him.

“Someone doesn’t know how to play UNO.”

“Plus two on a four works, but not the other way around.”

“It literally does, those are the rules. If it’s a multiple of 4 you can place one down.”

“Now you’re bringing math into this, just take your eight.”

“You mean, your twelve?”

“Just. Take. The. Cards.”

“Guys guys, it’s not that serious. Carl, you gotta take 12. Or, of course, you could just quit. You are almost at 20 cards,” Mani reasoned, hoping that he took the bait. It wasn’t that she originally planned, but it could still work in her favor.

“Sure, I’ll quit. But that means you have to take the twelve now,” he said, sitting back down in his chair. He was right, with him out, it fell on Mani to take what he had to. She gasped, realizing her slight mistake. Sulkingly, she drew twelve cards, the color changing back to red.

“So, if you could date anyone at the station, who would it be?”

“Huh?!”

“You heard me. Quitter rules are rules, unless you wanna do a dare instead.”

He rested his head on his palm, a slight blush on his cheeks. “Well, I mean…,”

“If you were a girl, I’d date you, Harvard.”

Oh?

Everyone but Carl himself seemed to know he was bisexual, but he was not expecting Mani to actually be right. That there was a chance he had a crush.

But did Harvard feel the same?

“Oh really? I’d date you too, if I was a girl of course.” He looked…

crushed? like he wasn’t expecting that answer? No..

disappointed.

He kept his smile though, as if he was simply bantering with Carl, who smiled back at him.

Mikey turned to see Mani’s reaction, who seemed a minute away from crashing out. She looked at the two of them, then back at Mikey and Zhang, as if she was saying, ‘Are you seeing this shit?’

She might have been onto something…

2.

Mani must have been on a semi-lucky streak this week, because her plan seemed to start to work without her even interfering.

“If we set them up on a date, it might push them into getting together,” she explained, pulling up normal date locations.

“This feels like a last resort. Don’t we want one of them to ask the other on a date instead of one of us putting them together?”

“No no no, we’ll give one of them the idea, and he’ll ask the other. I have tickets to a movie, I can give them to Harvard and get him to ask Carl.”

When she went to give him the tickets, she was told no, much to her surprise.

“Sorry, I already have plans that day.”

“Oh?”

“What’s with the shock?”

“Well, I wasn’t expecting you to have plans, that’s all. Whatchu doin?”

“Why do you wanna know?” He squinted, starting to regret even mentioning that he was doing something.

“Can’t I be curious? Why so mysterious?” 

“I’m just hanging out with Carl, nothing to be curious about.”

She nodded, making a mental note to ask Zhang for help later.

“You done with your interrogation now?” 

“Yeah sure, have fun with Carl~,” she walked past him, Harvard staring at her until she was out of sight. 

“That place was good, where’d you even find it?” The two were walking back from the small restaurant they dined at. Carl moved closer to Harvard, resting his head shortly on his shoulder.

“Saw it while I was running errands, looked like a good place to eat at.”

“Well, thanks for inviting me out. If I didn’t know any better, I would think it’s a date,” he laughed, lightly elbowing Carl. 

“Dude, we eat together every day, of course I would take you.”

“Isn’t it odd that we’ve gone on better dates than most people we know?”

“You don’t know many people.”

“Touché.” He grabbed his phone from his pocket, checking the time. “Still though, we’ve taken each other on a lot of dates together.”

“Yeah, but so do Mani and Mikey. They go on little friendship dates all the time.”

“True. Have they been good dates though?” A cheeky grin spread across his face, as he leaned into him.

“Yeah. If I’m being honest, they’re probably some of the best,” he chuckled, thinking about the past dates he’s been on.

“Oh? Am I one of the best people you’ve been on a date with?”

“Hmm, maybe top 3.”

“Ouch, you wound me. Not even top 2?”

“Maybe,” he got cut off by Harvard’s phone vibrating. He checked it, the smile wiped off his face before he shut it off. 

“Forgot to charge it, I’ll do it when we get home.” He waved it before putting it back in his pocket.

“Well, am I one of the best people you’ve been on a date with?”

“You’re the only person, so I guess you win by default.” He shrugged, the smile back.

“Winning by default; the best way to win.” The two laughed, not realizing how close they were. His lips were right next to Carl’s cheek, as he felt his cheeks heat up. He turned to face him, realization hitting him as well.

“Can I…?” Carl’s hands shook a little as Harvard nodded, slightly picking up what he was implying. His lips gently pressed into his, arms wrapping around Harvard’s head. Worry coursed through his veins, wondering if he shouldn’t have done this until he felt Harvard kiss him back. 

When he pulled away, he gasped for air, his entire body feeling warm, not just his face. “So…”

“Can I kiss you again?” They kissed again, more confidently this time. When they split, both were grinning hard, uncertainty still on both of their faces.

“Are we dating now?” Carl whispered, embarrassment filling his body for doing this in public.

“If you want to.”

“What makes you think I don’t? Can I..”

“How about you wait for us to get home?” They were almost at their car, and when they got there, Harvard dramatically opened the door for him, getting a snort out of Carl as the two prepared to drive back. 

“Should we tell the others?”

“Mm, nah.”

Her phone was blowing up next to her, as she rubbed her eyes. She grabbed her phone, seeing missed messages from Harvard.

catboy: Mani

catboy: Mani

catboy: Mani wtf

catboy: Manimani

catboy: Manimani Manoa

catboy: if you don’t answer I will show up to your house

bunnimani: omg can i not sleep

catboy: sure when you tell me why you bugged my phone

Shit, he found out. She had a suspicion that he realized when it suddenly stopped working.

bunnimani: no clue what ur own about

catboy: cut the shit i alr asked zhang

bunnimani: snitch

bunnimani: erm

bunnimani: it was his idea blame him not me ☹️

catboy: it was not his idea be so fr

bunnimani: im sorry 😢 😢

bunnimani: curiosity killed the cat (lol) and satisfaction brought it back so i had to know

catboy: and you couldn’t js ask??

bunnimani: ermmmm

bunnimani: you wouldn’t have told me it was the easiest way 😭😭

catboy: cause it’s none of ur business

bunnimani: always so secretive smh

bunnimani: did anything happen??

catboy: no we js hung out

bunnimani: sighh 

catboy: ???

bunnimani: you wanted smt to happen didn’t u

catboy: go back to sleep

bunnimani: u can’t avoid ur feelings 🗣️

            Catboy has muted the conversation 

She snickered before getting out of bed. Plans 1 and 2 failed; it was time for the final plan.

3.

Carl didn’t know the full story, just to keep their relationship a secret for now. It’s not that So when Mani came up to him, a smirk on her face, he knew he was about to be even more confused.

“Heyyy,” she caught up with him, patting him on the back. “I have a new bet for you.”

Oh god.

Whenever she had something new to bet on, he knew she already had something up her sleeve, to take it with caution. 

“What’s up?”

“$20 if you ask out Harvard by the end of the day.”

“Huh?!”

“Listen,” she sighed, removing her hand from his back, “we all know you like him, and everyone knows he does too, so can yall just hurry up and take him out?”

“And what happens if I don’t?”

“Then you owe me $20, that simple.”

She didn’t know.

This was an easy bet, he didn’t have to do a thing and it’s an easy $20. 

“Deal.”

“Alright alright, hopefully I’m giving you $20 today.”

“I mean, you can give me it right now.”

“Hell no.”

+1

Carl took the bait hook line and sinker.

Now, all she had to do was wait for him to tell her that they’re going on an actual date and her plan would be complete. Sure, she’s losing $20, but that’s barely anything when it comes to love.

The end of the day came by faster than she expected, and she quickly met up with Carl to see whether or not he succeeded. He was packing his bag when she found him, Harvard nowhere to be seen.

“Soo?” She leaned on the table, hoping she would hear what she wanted to hear.

“What?”

“Do I owe you or nah?”

“Oh yeah, I asked him out,” he answered, holding his hand out. The enthusiasm she thought he would have was gone, replaced by exhaustion, which made sense. Still, a small smile was on his face as she received the money.

“Carl, you ready to go?” Harvard strolled over to the two of them, lighting up the moment he saw him. 

“Yeah, let’s go.” He waved to her, walking off while holding Harvard’s hand and-

Wait what?

Carl’s hand was intertwined with Harvard’s, neither acknowledging it or looking awkward. Even if he asked him on a date, there’s no way they would do that already unless…..

Carl turned back to Mani before going through the doorway, and she realized

She’d been played

The two of them were already together beforehand. 

Well, if it worked it worked she supposed.

Even if she got cheated out of $20

[restlessmaknae]

love roulette | keeho

It's a casual uni party, and you meet three very different guys that night: Keeho, the chatty bartender; Jiung, the cute vocalist of the band that's playing that night; Taeyang, the guy who's there for the gig just like you.

Who ends up walking you home depends on your choice.

🎲 This is the ending with KEEHO.

🎲 To read the general setting, go back to the start.

♦️ Pairing: female!reader/you x bartender!keeho

♦️ Genre: fluff, romance, uni au

♦️ Warning: mentions of alcohol

♦️ Word count: 2.9k

♦️ Dedicated to: @dat-town❤️

♦️ P1Harmony taglist: @tranquilpetrichor, @laaylaazyy, @americanokisses, @kuleo26, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @syrxiee2, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @sunooslover, @chang-ryul, @dat-town

🎲 READ FURTHER FOR KEEHO'S ENDING

The rest of the gig was fun just like the first part, and thankfully, no more mishaps came your way. Taeyang enjoyed himself beside you, but he did leave after the performance was over because he admitted that he was there because of the band playing. To that, Gaeul couldn’t help but fangirl a little. However, he let the boy go - albeit with a pout - when he insisted that he didn’t want to bother anyone anymore.

“He was no bother. What was he thinking?” Your friend huffed a bit, but he was grateful nevertheless that the boy had helped you out earlier.

“He was practically a stranger. It’s not like you can set me up with every stranger.”

“I would if I could, you know,” Gaeul smacked you in your side, and sent you a wink. Of course you knew, she was that type of person. You had met her when she was already with Intak, so since her love life was already taken care of, it seemed that she wanted to meddle with others’ non-existent love life instead.

You just sent her a knowing look, but there was a smile forming on your lips. Maybe it was the pleasant times you spent together or how you cried over stressful times together, and how she was always there for you when you needed it - and not just as a roommate but as a friend too -, and she didn’t push you aside even if she was in a relationship, but you were really glad to have her in your life. That’s why you wouldn’t be able to hold a grudge against her or get mad even if she was oh so obviously setting you up with guys when you gave in to hang out with her at such places.

“Uh, how about that blue cocktail now? Intak said they would come soon, but we still have some time,” she suggested as her previous words about getting herself that cool-looking cocktail came to mind. You nodded, giving in to her suggestion, and went to the bar with your arms linked together, so that you wouldn’t lose each other in the crowd.

There were currently two bartenders working, and coincidentally, you ended up in front of Keeho again. When looking up from the counter and meeting your eyes, realisation hit him, and he gave you a big, commercial-like smile.

“Can’t get enough of my Winter Wonderland cocktail?” He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, and you felt a tug on your arm. Gaeul caught onto the fact that you had met before, it seemed, not that you should have been surprised.

“Actually, it would be for my friend this time. She said it looked cool, so she would like to give it a try,” you explained to the bartender who seemed to take notice of the girl beside you only then. His smile didn’t falter though. If anything, it just became wider.

“Oh, so you even promoted my drink. I feel fluttered,” he exclaimed theatrically as he put a hand over his heart. Gaeul started giggling beside you right immediately.

“Too bad I’m already taken. I feel like we could get along well,” she blurted out joyfully as the bartender got cracking on the drink. Your eyes widened comically as you glanced in the girl’s direction, but she was her usual casual self, and Keeho didn’t seem to mind her comment either.

“We can still be friends, you know,” the boy shrugged his shoulders equally casually, and your assumption of him getting along well with everyone seemed to be true as they kept conversing. The chit-chat just flew naturally, and somewhere along the way, Gaeul even mentioned that even if she was with someone, you weren’t taken, and you just hit her arm playfully while Keeho let out a carefree laughter seeing your friendly banter.

“Note taken,” he concluded with a semi-childish smile, and you had a feeling that he didn’t take it seriously, but still… The fact that he didn’t say he was taken made you question whether he was just more private about his relationship status than your friend was, or he was actually single.

Anyways, you couldn’t keep up the conversation for too long because Keeho was working, so you stepped aside, leaning towards the counter while waiting for the boys to show up. You couldn’t help but glance in the bartender’s direction though, and once, you even caught his eyes, so you immediately turned away. You were sure your face flushed.

A couple more minutes went by, and Intak showed up with Jiung by his side. Hyunsuk had given Doyum a ride back home because they lived in the same neighbourhood, so that left you with only the other two coming back. As expected, Intak was more preoccupied with his girlfriend than with his bandmate who took that as a sign to leave. You would have liked to leave too, only leaving the lovebirds behind, but the two kept bickering, and Gaeul insisted that she wouldn’t leave until she finished her cocktail.

In the end, Intak drank probably half of it because he was also intrigued by the colour, and instead of putting the glass back on the counter like anyone else would, the girl waited until Keeho was free and passed it back onto the chatty bartender while you were having a few words with the bassist.

Gaeul came back smiling, and you gave her a puzzled look. She looked like she had been up to something, and her boyfriend caught onto that, too, asking about the reason behind her mischievous smile while throwing an arm around her shoulder.

“I’ve asked your favourite bartender when he is leaving, and I’ve also asked him to walk you back to the dorms,” she admitted giddily, and your jaw literally dropped. What was she thinking? Asking a practically stranger to walk you home? “Before you would protest, he said yes, and I also warned him that if he does anything inappropriate, I know where he works, so I could easily find and take care of him.”

“That’s my girl,” Intak hollered, pretty impressed, and raised his hand for a high-five. The girl joined in, and now you had two widely smiling faces staring at you, not just one.

“You know, you’re pretty crazy.”

“I know you love me. Thank me later when you get together,” she winked at you playfully, and even though you had a nervous knot in your stomach, you were actually not that terrified of Keeho walking you home. Sure, he might have been a stranger, but you had a feeling that he was one of those people who could befriend everyone or at least found a few topics to talk about with anyone, so at least your walk back to the dorms wouldn’t be that boring. Though you were pretty hungry too…

So you asked Gaeul when the bartender would be leaving because you were already pretty hungry, and she said 10 minutes top, so you decided to wait it out while Intak and Gaeul were in their own world, talking about the 7-month anniversary date that they would go on after this. They were a cute couple, a pretty fun on top of that, but you always felt like you were third-wheeling beside them no matter how inclusive they were.

Hence, you were actually relieved when Keeho showed up, and after Intak vibe checked him, your friend and her boyfriend sent you two on your way. You were just about to tell Keeho that you were hungry when he suggested grabbing something to eat.

“I was just about to say that.”

“I’m actually a mindreader, but don’t tell anyone,” Keeho put his index finger on his lips as if he wanted to shush you, and you nodded fervently as if you took his warning seriously. After that though, both of you burst into laughter, and the good mood carried on until you made your way to a nearby American-style diner where you got yourself a strawberry milkshake and some pancakes followed by Keeho’s example who said that they were the best pancakes in Seoul.

“Besides that, pancakes for dinner is a criminally underrated concept. Who said that it’s a breakfast food? I think I need to talk with them,” he blabbered mindlessly, making big hand gestures in the meantime. You couldn’t help but laugh at his exclamation, he just had that dramatic vibe around him, it was difficult to take him seriously.

As you two were having your dinner, the conversation didn't stop. Keeho was the type of person who could bring up any topic that came to his mind in between two bites, so it felt like one of those quiz shows where there were rapid rounds of questions you needed to answer. Not that the boy didn't give you enough time to answer, it was just that you jumped from one topic to another pretty quickly. Once you talked about your uni major, then you jumped onto your favourite songs, then favourite colour, then opinion on pineapple on pizza and so on. You got to know that he was working at the bar because he liked music, he liked getting to know people (though not drunk ones, he admitted with a semi-jokester smile), and because he was trying to make money for a European trip. He didn't yet know what he wanted to do as a profession, but he hoped that this trip could make him realise what his strength was, and how he could use that for a job.

"I think the fact that you get along so well with strangers is a pretty big strength in itself. You might think you aren't doing anything special, but I know that I wouldn't be able to do the same," you confessed straightforwardly, not ashamed that you were on the other end of the spectrum when it came to extroversion-introversion.

“What? I think we’ve overcome the strangers phase, haven’t we?” Keeho gaped dramatically, but continued on with a lighthearted laughter carrying his words. “For real though, I am usually outgoing, but there are people who can’t take my extraness and my extra sass, might I say, so sometimes it doesn’t really work out with them. I might be a bit oblivious, but I can sense when it’s reeeeally awkward with someone, so I just don’t force it then. I don’t feel like I have to force this conversation with you though,” he came to a halt and looked at you, expectantly. As the lights shone on him in that moment, you actually realised that his hair wasn’t totally black, it had deep blue strikes in it, too. It was pretty cool, and fit him and his outfit so well. Huh, how come you had not noticed it before?

“I hope I’m sensing it right,” he added hopefully, bringing you back to reality from your quite long stare at the boy’s hair and style. You tried to act coolly, hoping that he didn’t actually think that you were checking him out, more like zoning out (with him in the view).

“Yeah, absolutely. I was just curious. You seem like you can get along well with everyone.”

“Ah thanks,” he snickered and acted as if he flipped his hair. “That’s just my charm, I guess,” he added proudly before taking a few sips from his milkshake. You just shook your head; when he acted like this, he reminded you a bit of Gaeul, and how she was so eccentric sometimes, but maybe you found his behaviour charming because of the similarity to your friend.

A few seconds passed by without you two saying a word, just munching on your pancakes delightfully, but then, Keeho broke the silence.

"I know there are a lot of people-centric jobs out there, it's just that I haven't found the one yet. Though I don't mind my current job either. If nothing else comes, I'll be happy to continue doing it," he mentioned with a light, yet determined smile. You could tell that he was being honest, and you deemed that it was a great forte when people enjoyed what they were doing even while they were searching for something else. You remembered when you had that summer job as a shop assistant to raise money to go on a few day trip in the countryside with your high school friends, and while you were glad to have made money, you hadn't particularly enjoyed it.

"I mean, you're still young. You have time to figure it out."

"You say it like you're so old," he mentioned playfully, and you couldn't help but agree with him. You let out a giggle before explaining that you didn't even know that what you were studying for would end up being something you like as a real job, so you tried to reassure yourself with this in mind.

"I mean, what's there to worry about? What is meant to be will eventually happen," he pointed out with a casual shrug before taking another bite from his pancake. You nodded to his words because you also felt this way, and what better way to prove it than to look at yourself now with the chatty bartender from before.

The rest of the conversation went as smoothly as possible, filled with jokes and laughter and everything in between. Even though you were very different from Keeho in terms of your personalities, you didn't feel uneasy while being with him. If anything, it felt like you were perfectly at ease beside him because he made you feel good - in general and about yourself as well. You felt weightless as if you were in the clouds, and time passed by in a haze.

You only realised how late it was when you started yawning, and despite Keeho's joke about him boring you, he was the one who suggested going now. So you did, and even though you told him that he didn't have to feel compelled to walk you back to the dorms as per Gaeul's instructions, he insisted.

"I'm a gentleman. I absolutely must walk you home or else your friend will haunt me in my dreams," he faked being scared as he put his hands on his chest, but let out a laugh at the same time as you did.

You didn't protest though, so the walk to the dorms was equally as fun as the conversations with him before. You did get a few weird glances though when the boy suddenly broke into an Ariana Grande concert, but your face was red only because of laughing, not because of the embarrassment.

"You know, walking you back to the dorms was pretty fun when I didn't even know the route," Keeho admitted cheerily as you halted in front of the dorm building. His eyes were twinkling, shining oh so brightly and enthusiastically like a child’s. He did act like a big kid sometimes, but you found that really precious; that the world out there didn’t take this side away from him.

"But you did follow my lead well."

"I sure did, ma'am. You can also tell Gaeul about that," he continued being the prankster he was, but his facial expression soon turned more natural as he got out of his role. The creases on his forehead smoothened, the end of his lips curled upwards and instead of a cheeky smile, there was an almost melancholic smile on his face. A momentary silence struck you as you gazed at each other, looking for the right words to say. He had really pretty eyes, you noticed, and not just because of the life and joy in them, but because of their deep, dark yet gentle colour. You could probably stare at them for a while.

"I should probably head inside," you broke the silence, braving yourself to be the one to speak up first when you felt like it would have been inappropriate to stare at him any longer. He nodded, not taking your words to heart.

"Well, you know where to find me if you need some company. I usually have the same shift as today," he shared, not forcing you to stay in contact but giving you the opportunity to see him nevertheless.

"I will. Thanks for everything," you were about to bid your goodbye with a wave of your hand and a wide smile when your phone beeped with a message. You fished your phone out of your pocket and looked down at it, then at the bartender in front of you. He was already looking at you, his boyish smile on full display.

"Did Gaeul give you my number?"

"She did, but I wasn't sure whether she gave me a fake one or not, so I wanted to try it out before you leave," he confessed as he scratched the back of his neck. He seemed giddy and cheeky, almost child-like with that smile on his lips and his eyes twinkling, and your heart felt warm at the sight.

Now that he checked that the given phone number was real, he let you go your way, but he stood there in front of the building until you got out of his sight, and he stopped waving excitedly only when you stepped into the building. You shook your head in disbelief, but you also found yourself smiling.

If somebody had told you that you would end up walking back to the dorms with a boy like him, you wouldn't have believed them. That night, however, was full of surprises, and getting to know Keeho was the best of all.

🎲 CONGRATS! THIS IS THE END OF THE GAME

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading my story! I hope you’ve enjoyed it! ❤️

At first, I was pretty scared to get cracking on this series because I've never written anything like this before, but I think each ending has its own charm, so I'm happy that I could finish it. *-* I'm always fascinated by the idea of chance encounters and many different possibilities leading to a certain ending, so that's what I wanted to show here, too.

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[bluedalahorse]

wlw in the sad swedish teens show: some thoughts

I’m going to share some stedrika thoughts, not as a meta, just as a kind of… sharing of my unsolicited personal opinions. There was a thread going around with some idea-provoking discussion, but I also feel like I’d be hijacking said thread if I weighed in. So I figured it was better to make my own post and chat there.

So I’m aro ace, but I also kind of identify with the label sapphic. I’m more gray ace than full ace, and that grayness of ace identity is 90% of the time directed toward women. I was in a romantic-sexual partnership with a woman for 2.5 years before figuring more things out. (Also, my ex was pretty toxic, so there was that.) I attended a single-sex college, continue to hang in groups of women today, and just generally exist in a social culture that leans more sapphic/wlw, homosocial, and ace. Probably the most masculinity-dominated experiences I have are logging onto my dash and watching fandom interaction that is a lot more mlm-focused than the rest of my life.

In the gap between seasons 1 and 2, I wasn’t hoping for stedrika as my wlw representation. I was hoping we would get gay or bi or ace or otherwise queer Felice. It isn’t too hard to make up a queer narrative for Felice. She connects with Wilhelm, who’s also figuring himself out, and we know how it is with the queer kids all finding one another even before they fully understand themselves what’s going on. Felice’s pursuit of Wilhelm and then pivoting to August also feels like she’s hitting the two ends of the spectrum of compulsory heterosexuality. Wilhelm is that nice, approachable boy where it’s easy to convince yourself you have a crush on him, because who wouldn’t? Also he’s a prince! August is that guy where you’re like “well if the idea of dating men is generally unpleasant all around, then dating the most unpleasant one is doing heterosexuality right, isn’t it?” Felice’s mom also puts a lot of pressure on her about boys (and that line about whose babies are royal feels like it’s something Felice would have been told growing up) in a way where you can parallel it to Kristina putting pressure on Wilhelm. There’s a lot of good queer and wlw material to work with for Felice! And I’m glad fandom hasn’t entirely given up on that, even if it doesn’t seem like canon is going that direction. (Send me your gay Felice fics where she’s the center of the story, btw. Send themmmm.)

Stedrika as wlw representation brushes up against the archetype of two femme best friends who are also roommates, one of whom is secretly pining for the other, one of whom may or may not be pining back. That archetype in its requited form is… not my favorite wlw archetype. I don’t mean I hate it, but I do mean I’m pretty “meh” about it. I read a lot of YA fiction, for both personal enjoyment and career reasons. Best-friends-to-lovers wlw comes up a lot, especially in stories where a wlw couple isn’t the center of the story. It can be enjoyable for me, if the characterization is complex enough overcome the trope itself. But I can’t help noticing how many mlm YA stories let a boy crush on the hot new boy, or someone outside his usual social circle, whereas the message for girls is “the one for you has been near you all along! Girls achieve an adventure by clicking their heels and saying There’s No Place Like Home!”

I understand that the sapphic girl with a crush on her bestie is a trope that has some basis in reality, and for some folks it can be really empowering to see those kinds of pairs get a Happily Ever After together. I also think it can be empowering for the female character with the sapphic crush to come to the realization (either through rejection or other circumstances) that her bestie isn’t going to like her back that way, but she does understand herself better now. And she’s going to use that knowledge to build herself up and explore new values and seek out new wlw relationships and join the queer revolution. Hahaha you can tell what sort of storyline I prefer. Truth be told I would be more interested in a story where Fredrika doesn’t requite Stella’s feelings and Stella has to reinvent herself than I would a story where suddenly they love each other. I’m sure the YR writing team would make the latter interesting too, but if they gave me a choice between the latter and the former and promised they would be equally well written, I’d pick the latter.

Here’s the other thing about stedrika. I don’t entirely find them boring. I do like them! This is going to sound like me being a problematic queer, maybe, but… I like the fact that they’re mean. Not in a “you go girl!” sort of way where I’m cheering on their meanness and tendency to gossip. I don’t want them to stay mean. But I do find it interesting that Stella at least is hiding some part of her authentic self, and she and Fredrika haven’t gotten to discuss something honestly, and the price they pay is lashing out at others for their authenticity, especially their authenticity around romantic feelings. I think there’s some interesting narrative questions to explore then, in terms of how do you learn to embrace others and yourself? What toll does it take, being closeted? How do you empower yourself within structures that are harming you—is hurting other people going to do it? Like gosh, that’s a whole character arc! I also think it’s really interesting how Lisa and the writing team have addressed the role that misogyny and assumptions around sex and physicality play in oppressing wlw queer folks. Like that whole discussion around what counts as “real sex” and losing one’s virginity that we see at Sara’s birthday sleepover. That was interesting to see play out onscreen and I’m glad they went there! (Send me your fics about messy stedrika, send themmmm. Send these girls on some kind of journey.)

Anyway, I’m also glad that stedrika is not the only wlw representation we have in Young Royals. Because we also have Rosh, who I absolutely adore with every fiber of my being. Rosh isn’t white or upper class, and she’s more tomboyish and comparatively less femme. She talks about her rebound after dating Yasmin/Yasmina, and there’s this wonderful sapphic chaos quality to it. She’s an openly queer girl in a best friendship with an openly queer boy, and you can tell that she and Simon lean on one another and probably came out to one another in middle school. (I think I have read this fic a few times, but I will always read more of it!) I love Rosh’s sense of justice and how committed she is to athletics and making sure Simon succeeds on the rowing team even if, as we all know, rowing isn’t a sport. Overall Rosh feels very specific and that makes her very real. Also I can’t resist a confident soccer lesbian, obviously I imprinted on Keira Knightly and Parminder Nagra in Bend It Like Beckham like every other queer girl born in the late 1980s.

Anyway. I actually think YR has a ton to offer us in terms of potential wlw representation, and interesting stories and characters that can be explored. (It has a lot to offer us in terms of female characters, period. I wish I had the time and fandom knowhow to create a female character centered ficathon. Is there any interest out there?)

The weird thing is I don’t know if I would feel confident writing this post at all if I hadn’t put in over 100k words of effort in fanfic for this fandom, most of it from female characters’ POVs. Some of that is het, sure, but I’m really, really proud of the sapphic self-discovery arc we gave Felice in Heart and Homeland. We let her struggle with her feelings at a time when she didn’t have the vocabulary for her feelings. We let Felice have a 19th century romantic friendship with Sara while also having sex and romances with other women, because lesbians can do both dammit. We let her kiss other women on the page, and do additional things beyond kissing also on the page. She was the first character we upped our rating to M for! We let her have friends-with-benefits hookups (because wlw characters shouldn’t always have to meet their forevergirl in their first girl) and we’re developing a new relationship in the upcoming chapters. (Okay, we did accidentally erase stedrika, because we wrote the first 19 chapters of our fic before season 2, and made occasional blink-and-you-miss-it references to a Stella/Henry sideplot. But let’s just say additional things are happening in the coming chapters.) I’m really happy with Felice’s storyline. I’m also happy that for a long time, I was the kid in fandom sighing and wishing there was more femslash, while feeling bad bad because I hadn’t written any myself. But now I have, and it feels a bit like achieving a Life Goal. I’m proud of myself!

And if you want to write femslash of your own, but you’ve always been a little scared or unsure of how to start? Hi. I’ll be your sounding board and your biggest cheerleader, if you want that. Tell me and we’ll have a lot of fun planning and writing! I BELIEVE IN YOU AND YOU ARE AMAZING.