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whiskey neat | jwy

there’s no common ground between yours and wooyoung’s vastly different circles. that is, until tuesday nights at the black cat form the center of the venn diagram.

pairing: jung wooyoung x reader au: strangers to something type: one-shot | smut wc: 8.3k rating: 18+ | minors do not have my consent to interact. cw: inspired by hozier’s “too sweet”, primarily wooyoung’s pov with one switch at the end; bartender!wooyoung, musician!reader, alcohol use, setting is a bar, uhhh wooyoung is a (to the tune of that arctic monkeys song) cigarette smoker, oral sex (v), protected sex (p in v), corruption kink kind of?, use of “sweetheart” (fatal). reader notes: afab (gender identity not designated); kind of naive; into fitness/“wellness” (no body type/weight is described, except wooyoung thinking they’re “strong” + reader thinking that they are in the best shape of their life); wears a sundress at the beginning. the following terms are used in the scenes involving smut: pussy, cunt, clit, tits (no description given). a/n: i quite literally started this in march 2024 and then experienced the most severe hobby death of all time. this is coming after five (5) months of scooping it out of my brain with a melon-baller, so… not my best, but here she is! thanks @sailoryooons for beta-ing because i’m self-conscious lately 🍤

Tuesday nights at the Black Cat never used to be busy.

For three years, Wooyoung spent the majority of his shifts behind the bar doing fuck all: Folding receipt paper into increasingly complicated and wasteful shapes; replacing citrus wedges that went unused and then brown; paying visits to the stray cat camping out in the alley near the dumpster. He’d go hours without talking to another human being, and he never took issue with it, even if his wallet did.

Two months ago, however, things changed.

Two months ago, management started panicking about the lack of revenue. To keep the lights on and draw in a crowd of (hopefully) soon-to-be regulars, they implemented a schedule of recurring events — some monthly, others weekly, most stupid.

Wooyoung’s precious solitude disappeared, and in its place, he got trivia nights and turntable DJs, showing off their collections of vinyls. Games of bingo targeting hipsters, who show up en masse to fight it out for prizes — potted plants, of all things — they could easily buy on their own for far less than their tabs’ totals. Themed brunches.

A million other events and just as many used glasses to wash.

Despite his ever-present scowl — his face just looks like that — it hasn’t been all bad. Without the newly-added acoustic sessions, the bar wouldn’t need a local performer to both play and host on a biweekly basis. Management wouldn’t have reached out to you; and you’d have no fucking reason to come to a dive like this. Suffice it to say, your pilates-practicing, daylight-disciplined circle of doers would never otherwise overlap with Wooyoung’s, in all its nocturnal, nicotine-dependent grit.

Tuesday nights at the Black Cat now occupy the center of the Venn diagram.

As usual, you come traipsing in half an hour before your set starts with a gig bag slung over your shoulder and a megawatt smile on your face. This is your natural state, he’s come to learn. Solar-powered. It shouldn’t be possible, but you manage to brighten further when your searching eyes find him sitting on the counter behind the register.

Through no fault of his own, Wooyoung’s gaze trails down from your face to the little sundress you’re wearing. It’s new, he notes immediately. The skirt of it flutters with each step you take, showing off more and more of your thighs as you move.

You don’t react to the migrating fabric. Just the same, you don’t notice his appraisal or the way patrons’ heads turn as you cross the bar.

No surprise there, he thinks.

From the four (4) entire conversations the two of you have had so far, you’ve made one thing abundantly clear: You’re inclined to assume the best of people and their intentions.

Nine times out of ten, Wooyoung dodges naivety like that the second it starts skipping his way, well-versed in the consequences of trusting so implicitly. You and your cotton-candy smile have proven to be the outlier, though. Working in tandem, you and that grin have him pinned where he sits with no urge to run.

You don’t notice that, either.

When you slide onto the stool across the bar from him, Wooyoung finally clocks what you’re holding. Your right hand grips some green concoction that he suspects was made with kale. Or moss? In your left hand, an iced Americano — beautifully black — weeps condensation onto manicured fingers, making hard-earned calluses glisten.

Wooyoung’s racing thoughts about those hands are still inflicting psychic damage when you lean further over the counter.

“Extra shot of espresso,” you hum as you hold the coffee out to him. You do your best to tease him, though you’re shy as hell about it, so the words still manage to come gently: “For those of us who were still awake when the sun came up.”

Wooyoung mentioned his coffee order several weeks ago in passing. It’s sweet in a way he’s not used to that you’ve not only remembered how he takes his coffee, but that you’ve brought it to him ever since, apropos of nothing, when all he’s ever done is his best to get a rise out of you. What he’s up to isn’t sweet — not by a long-shot — but it’s easily done and well worth the misplaced effort when he sees how flustered he can make you.

Wooyoung tilts his head, draws his lips in a straight line, and gestures to your cup with his. “Worry about those waking up shortly after sunrise, sweetheart. They’re drinking algae.”

As intended, you’re visibly affected by the pet name, so much so that you stumble over your defense. “It — it’s healthy!”

“It’s swampy.”

Your nose scrunches indignantly, prompting the edge of Wooyoung’s mouth to tick upwards. He doesn’t emote more than that. Five (5) conversations in now, and he’s already picked up on how much it gets to you when he only concedes a hint of a smirk.

As much as he’d relish the opportunity to sit here and keep toying with you, the crowd surrounding you has doubled in a matter of minutes. Just over your shoulder, Wooyoung sees a patron glance down at the screen of her phone to check the time; then, he hears the complaint she thinks is muttered quietly under her breath. It’s not. In fact, you hear it, too, and you divert your wide, heart-shaped eyes away from him. That smile of yours curves in the wrong direction once you do.

When you look back at him, you say, “I should go,” but he hears it for what it is: an apology.

He’s never been good at ending conversations — especially in the rare case that he’d prefer to keep one going — so he nods, leaves it at that. You pause for a nanosecond, as if you’ve got something else to add, but you don’t. You smooth down the back of your dress once you’ve hopped from the stool to your feet. Then, you mimic his gesture.

You make it two steps towards the stage before Wooyoung calls out to you, prompting you to spin back around and your dress to flutter:

“Thanks for the coffee, sweetheart.”

Your frown disappears instantly. The smile that replaces it is still there when you disappear into the crowd, only to resurface several seconds later on the tiny stage across the room.

Guitar now in hand, you duck your head through the woven strap, shuffling carefully closer to the microphone stand. You introduce yourself, strum a quiet, major chord, and chirp, “Welcome to both the Black Cat and my favorite day of the week.”

Normally, you leave shortly after your last set, as if you’ll turn into a pumpkin when the clock strikes ten. With the schedule you keep, it’s no wonder. From what Wooyoung has gathered so far, you wake up before dawn most days to get a workout in before heading to the office. The very idea makes him nauseous whenever he thinks too long about it, so he does his best not to.

Mornings are for sleeping, he told you once.

Life is for living, you’d replied.

Apparently, the two of you have drastically different ideas about what living looks like.

For Wooyoung, life on Tuesday nights looks like catering to a steadily dwindling crowd once you finish up and disappear with a friendly wave goodbye. It’s cleaning up sticky spills, resetting migrated stools, and doing a half-ass restock that will make the opener — him — complain about the closer — again, him — when his next shift starts at 5:00 PM on Wednesday.

In the gap between his shifts, life looks like meeting up with his similarly shadow-dwelling friends on someone’s balcony to chain-smoke, sip whiskey, and watch the sunrise until he gets bored. From there, it’s either walking back to his apartment or kicking said friends out of his, so he can rot in front of his PC. Eventually, life looks like blackout shades and crashing into bed while the world around him heads out for brunch.

Tonight, however, life is starting to look a little different.

When you wander over, it’s not to say goodnight or close out the tab you think you’ve accrued, which Wooyoung never opened in the first place.

Maybe, he thinks, you’ve finally caught on that all these “technical issues with the point-of-sale system” — occurring for the last four (4) shows in relation to one (1) patron in particular — can’t possibly be a coincidence. That a free drink given will always beget a free drink received. That Wooyoung doesn’t deal in unpaid debts, even if he hasn’t and won’t own up to his petty workplace theft.

You sidle up to his bar and slip back into the stool you’d previously occupied, no more aware of the way your sundress shifts now than you were earlier. Likewise, he’s no less blatant with the way he looks you up and down, eyes lingering unabashedly and hungrily. The pair of you float in each other’s orbit for a few moments just like this: waiting for the other to speak first.

“Don’t you go to yoga class at ass o’clock on Wednesdays?” He eventually inquires, leaning back against the counter behind him with his arms crossed and head tilted.

Your eyes flick down to the screen of your phone, which rests face-up on the bar between your elbows. You clock the time but not the way your current posture causes the neckline of your mostly modest dress to plunge. Conflict creases between your eyebrows, then you tilt your chin to look at him.

Wooyoung knows that look, although he’s never seen it on you before. That look begs to be talked into something, rather than out of it. It’s a look he gets often. For better or for worse, it’s one he never turns down.

“I do,” you admit through a sigh.

Offering nothing more than a hum to indicate his intrigue, Wooyoung watches you and waits patiently for you to elaborate. Another few seconds slip by without a word. His attention makes you shy, he notes; he loves it.

But he loves the idea of toying with you even more, so when you don’t say anything else, he takes that attention and diverts it to the few remaining patrons, all of whom have vested interest in closing out and getting out.

Good riddance, he thinks as the last of them stumbles out and away, leaving the two of you in charged silence.

Even more seconds pass.

Still nothing.

Wooyoung glances around and finds a bottle of Jameson on its very last leg. It’s the perfect amount for a litmus test — two shots left, nothing more to give and everything to prove. Snatching two overturned shot glasses from where they dry on a holed rubber mat, he empties the whiskey evenly and turns back to you with an eyebrow raised.

Your eyes widen slightly when he sets the spare on the bar in front of you, more so with interest than surprise. For a moment, you stare at it with the same ambivalent expression, nibbling thoughtfully on your lower lip.

Finally, you all but whisper, “I should’ve been in bed an hour ago.”

With his left palm flat against the bar, Wooyoung rests his weight and leans in, eyelids and voice dropping. “Why aren’t you?” He murmurs, gaze flicking down to your lips then back up again — just long enough for you to notice that he was, in fact, looking. “Hmm?”

Your breath hitches — just loudly enough for him to notice that you are, in fact, finding it hard to function this closely to him.

“On a school night, no less.” His eyes narrow teasingly.

“I’m asking myself the same question,” you confess, though you’re the picture of innocence. Your fingertip traces idly down the side of your shot glass, then back up again.

He’s as distracted by the mindless movement as you are, albeit for different reasons. Before he lets himself get carried away in wondering whether or not your touch is always that delicate, Wooyoung lifts his glass and gestures for you to do the same. “Sounds like you could use a bad influence.”

A soft clink permeates when your glasses touch, followed by a muted thump when the bottom of each one is tapped against the bar. Your heads are thrown back in unison, just like your drinks, and when your faces finally level out towards one another’s, you counter him breezily, “Maybe you could use a good one.”

Wooyoung thinks he could use more than that.

Breaking eye contact, you glance down at your phone again. It’s obvious that you’re second-guessing your decision to linger. He wants to chuck that brick in the bin with the other useless shit, to get rid of any excuse you might give for having to leave, but he doesn’t.

And you don’t give him an excuse.

Your hand wraps around that fucking phone, then you stand up slowly.

“Try not to stay up too late,” you advise with a smile that still manages to read like disappointment.

Don’t.

Reaching into the pocket of your jacket, you pull out the tips you made tonight and collect a few bills before dropping them on the counter to cover the shot you didn’t even order. Wooyoung wants to tell you not to — that your money isn’t good here, even if you are — but he knows it won’t make a difference.

You sling your gig bag over your shoulder, thank him, and tell him that you’ll see him in two weeks.

He scrubs his hands over his face the second you walk out the door and mutters through gritted teeth, “Fuck.”

You don’t see Wooyoung in two weeks.

As a matter of fact, you cancel your acoustic session for the first time ever. Management either doesn’t know why you bailed or doesn’t think it’s any of Wooyoung’s business, so no one bothers to tell him. If he’d ever thought to ask for your number, he could check in on you himself, but he didn’t and therefore can’t.

Ignorant and annoyed, he resigns himself to occupying an empty tavern on a goddamn Tuesday night, yet again.

Nobody brings him coffee.

Nobody worth talking to crosses the threshold.

No one makes little comments — genuine concerns poorly disguised as digs — when he uses the paring knife to carve little stars into the lip of the bar top, instead of slicing limes.

And when he gives up and closes down early, he’s so tired of his own shit that he simply goes home and goes to bed.

Bed being the operative word.

He doesn’t go to sleep, even though he has nothing better to do. Alternatively, Wooyoung replays your last interaction on a loop in his head, daydreaming about what could’ve happened if you’d stayed. While his thoughts spiral, his hand drifts, finds the pulse beneath the zipper of his jeans, and feels the throbbing ache building through the denim.

It’s pathetic.

He knows it.

Too bad that doesn’t stop him from fucking his fist every night for the next several, imagining how much softer yours must feel.

The patron pulls a face the absolute second Wooyoung slides her glass across the bar.

Wholly uninterested in the response one way or another, he slathers on his customer-service smile and asks her, “Alright?”, in a tone that doesn’t match his expression in the slightest.

“There’s no ice in it,” she mumbles, cringing in mild horror as she does. As if the liquor features his spit instead. “I wanted ice.”

There’s a split second where he almost lets his mask crack, says something shitty just because his mood was already sour before she walked over. Wooyoung doesn’t get the opportunity, however. Over the girl’s shoulder, someone gently intervenes: “Neat means no ice. You’d have needed to order it on the rocks.”

A beat passes, then comes, “Or — you know, with ice, please.”

Wooyoung neither hears nor cares what the girl says in response. She shuffles off, and that’s all that matters. Without her body blocking the way, he sees you clearly. You’re more done-up than usual, like you’ve just come from somewhere far nicer than here.

“It’s Saturday.”

Probably should’ve started with hello.

After eyeing the glowing, neon clock on the wall, Wooyoung notices that both hands are pointed skyward. He corrects himself, “Nah, it’s Sunday.”

You slip into the now-unoccupied stool ahead of him and nod, chuckling like you can’t believe it, either. When you settle in, you prop your elbow on the bar top, then your chin upon the heel of your hand. Just above, your eyes twinkle with a kind of mischief he’s never seen you wear before.

That might be the thin veil of tipsiness, actually.

Not that he’s complaining.

Wooyoung hides his amusement by bending over and rummaging through the under-counter refrigerator that hums beneath the register. The rush of cool air has nothing to do with how awake he suddenly feels. He wonders if you feel the same but can’t ask outright; eagerness isn’t his style.

“You’re here on purpose?” He asks instead, resurfacing with a bottle of soju — some new, fruity flavor he assumes you’ll like — and a raised eyebrow.

You hum appreciatively when you see what he’s holding. That soft sound that punches him right in the center of his chest with force. “I was out with friends, but…”

Your voice trails off, too distracted by his hand enveloping the seal-covered bottle cap. With a firm grip and quick twist, it’s gone. You’re still eyeing his hands, he notes, even though all they’re doing is holding the bottle.

Normally, he’d love to give you the benefit of the doubt and attribute your sudden fixation on the rings he wears. It wouldn’t be the first time a man in jewelry snags attention, complimentary or otherwise. Unfortunately — or maybe fortunately? — for you, Wooyoung forgot to put his usual accessories back on after this afternoon’s shower.

Nope, he thinks, biting back a wolfish grin. He’s not alone. You daydream about his touch, too.

Catching yourself staring, you shift atop your stool with a quiet, self-conscious laugh that sounds more like a sigh. He opts to let it go without further teasing, but he doesn’t let it go entirely. That breathy little noise echoes in his ears, drowning out the faint slosh of liquor as he fills your glass.

In a weak attempt to distract himself, he remembers your half-finished sentence and prompts with a low voice, “But?”

“They wanted to end the night.” You accept the glass into your hand from his and raise it slightly in thanks. “I didn’t,” you whisper, then bring the rim to your lips to cloak their upward curve.

Wooyoung would be lying if he said your tiny act of defiance didn’t send all the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick. Maybe it’s arrogant of him to assume that he’s the source of this newfound rebelliousness. The spark that lit the fuse, or whatever. Maybe that should bother him. Of course, it doesn’t.

In an effort to hide how strong of a chord your confession has struck, he gestures with one extended finger to the clock. Your eyes follow, and he leans in closer; the smirk you can’t see is still evident in his voice, he’s sure. “How much of a coincidence is it that you showed up right before the trains stop running?”

When your gaze flicks momentarily back to him, he spots a hint of surprise. This impeccable timing wasn’t a scheme at all, he realizes. Not a plot. If he had to bet, Wooyoung would guess that you’re never out late enough to know that the train schedule ends at all.

God, you’re going to give him a cavity.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Coincidentally, I know someone who gets off just in time to walk you home.”

“This gonna bother you?”

Having stepped out of the bar before Wooyoung, his question prompts you to look back over your shoulder at him, one eyebrow raised slightly out of curiosity. He lifts his right hand from his jacket pocket to reveal the half-spent pack of cigarettes he’d been storing there.

He expects it to, and to his surprise, he cares enough about that possibility that he doesn’t light up without asking in the way he normally would.

“In theory, yes,” you laugh, “because I’d prefer your lungs to be tar-free.”

“And in practice?”

You must not have expected him to note the distinction; you fluster. Grinning slightly, Wooyoung answers his own question on your behalf, “In practice, you find it kind of hot.”

He keeps his eyes on you as he pulls a cigarette from the pack — slowly, to test his hypothesis that you’ve got a thing for his hands — and then, Wooyoung slides the cardboard back into his pocket.

Your gaze follows while he gently places the filtered end between his lips. It stays put when he furnishes a lighter, holds the flame to the opposite side, and inhales. Turning his head to the side, Wooyoung exhales the smoke where it won’t reach you.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he assures you, eyes devilish. Deer in headlights that you are, you freeze but for the bob of your throat as you swallow. “I won’t make you admit it out loud.”

Yet.

Once he’s decided that he’s played with you enough for the time being, two of you head south, ambling under streetlights without any sense of urgency. Making up for lost time, maybe; picking up where the last Tuesday left off.

He can’t tell if it’s the alcohol making you more talkative than usual, or if you’re feeling the rush of your off-brand decisions, but Wooyoung’s fine with it, either way. You tell him about your week — in full and without hesitation — like you’re chatting to a friend and not someone you’ve only just started to encounter on a brief, twice-monthly basis.

You had a date this Tuesday night, he learns. It didn’t go well. Too similar, you explain with a wave of your hand. According to you, it’s boring to sit with you at a dinner table. Wooyoung looks pointedly at you as soon as he hears it, noting his disagreement. For a second, you assume something he doesn’t mean: that he enjoys his own company more than you enjoy yours.

“No,” he corrects you. “I just can’t picture dinner with you as something boring.”

You duck your head, embarrassed. “Oh,” is all you manage in reply.

Wooyoung follows your lead across several more city blocks, hanging on every word you say in the meantime. When the pair of you reach the front of your apartment building, his cigarette is spent, but neither one of you is. He takes an extra step towards the garbage can near the door and drops the butt amidst the others in the lid, which doubles as an ashtray. A faint vein of smoke bleeds out until the dark sky laps it up entirely.

You look conflicted when he turns back in your direction. Clearly, you don’t want him to leave just yet, but asking him upstairs is likely way out of your pattern of behavior. Wooyoung sees two options: He could say goodnight and go; take a few steps towards his side of the city, and hope you to act even further out of character, or —

“If you’re asking, I’m saying yes.”

— he could go off-script entirely.

Your apartment looks exactly the way Wooyoung expected it to. Everything is cozy; a far cry from the modern and monochrome edge of his place. It all makes sense, based on what he’s learned about you so far. Feels like you, although he’ll concede that you haven’t been felt by him just yet.

Each shelf features a tchotchke or framed photograph — or several — but not a single speck of dust. Likewise, the various potted plants you’ve displayed artfully around the space are well-kept. Flourishing, he assumes, despite the fact that he doesn’t know shit about fuck when it comes to plants.

His shoes, ratty in comparison to yours, are toed off at the door before he follows you further into the kitchen. You stop at the island, bottom lip between your teeth once again. Unsure, you nibble on it, like it’ll help you set your dizzy mind straight.

When Wooyoung inches closer to you, he does it slowly, even though every part of his body demands that he ramp up the pace. As badly as he wants his hands — and his teeth, and his tongue…— all over you now, he can’t be the jump scare that sets your little bunny heart to sprinting. The adrenaline is practically vibrating off your frame already with every step he takes in your direction.

Though you could, you don’t move further away, the nearer he gets. You stay put with the small of your back against the lip of the granite counter, hypnotized. Right where he wants you.

Once he’s close enough, Wooyoung tests the waters. You let him; your gaze clings to him so strongly that he feels the weight of it without reciprocating. With his thumb and forefinger, he traces the belt loop closest to your left hip, then tugs slightly, making your breath quicken for a moment.

Eyes still focused on his own ministrations, he murmurs, “Am I the first stray you’ve ever brought home?”

You don’t answer with words. His gaze flicks upwards, and from under heavy-lidded eyes, he sees the tiny nod.

“Full of surprises.” He looks down again, purposely depriving you of eye contact, and moves his fingers from your belt loop so that the pad of his thumb brushes over the top of your jeans. There, the skin of your hip peeks out from under the denim, hot to the touch. “Not just sweet, are you?”

“Someone told me I needed a bad influence.”

The sudden re-introduction of your voice pulls his focus. You stare back at him boldly, and it feels like a dare. Both of his hands move to your hips now, simultaneously guiding you closer to his chest and keeping you pinned between his body and the island.

“You’ll miss your Sunday morning pilates, I fear,” he tuts with a slight shake of his head.

“You’ll make attending redundant, I hope.”

And then your mouth is on his, all tongue and teeth, while you card desperate fingers through his hair. It occurs to him, as he licks into your mouth, that the split-dyed strands you're clinging to are a microcosm.

Black and white.

Conflicting tastes, like sugar and salt, that only make sense together in certain contexts. Like this one — right here, right now — with the two of you tangled up in your half-lit kitchen, so caught up in exploration that inhibition takes the backseat. Steeping in the aftertaste of soju and cigarette smoke, scent heady like arousal.

You break the kiss to catch your breath but can’t make it very far. His teeth claim your bottom lip, pulling forth the softest little growl he’s ever heard.

“Fuck,” he echoes with a growl of his own.

That’s it. Breathing is overrated. Wooyoung’s ready to suffocate, so long as you let him.

“Lay back on the counter.”

You’re stunned into silence for a second, and while you blink back at him, he wonders if you’ll actually let him eat you out where you eat. It’s objectively filthy, he knows, but he might drop dead where he stands if he has to wait another second — or take another step elsewhere — before he tastes you.

Your answer is a leap, figuratively and literally. The hands you’ve been using to cling to him each flatten palm-down on the island behind you. With his grip on your hips to boost you, you scramble to your new stage; and you shatter the conservative expectations he had for you in the process.

A newfound confidence flashes in your eyes, making his stomach flip and his dick twitch. A patronizing frown graces your kiss-bitten lips. “You didn’t walk three kilometers here just to look at me, did you?”

He sure as shit didn’t. Still, he can’t help but bask in the odd sense of pride he feels in staring up at you on the pedestal he put you on. The more time you spend with him, the rougher you seem to get around the edges; and he’d be lying through his teeth if he said he didn’t love the grit.

In lieu of a verbal response, Wooyoung locks eyes with you and gestures downward with the index finger of his right hand. You follow his silent command eagerly and without question; he keeps the praise you’ve earned on the tip of his tongue, saving it for later.

It takes less time than he expects to strip you of your jeans, most of which is attributed to slipping them off your ankles and dropping them blindly over his shoulder. They hit what he believes to be the range with a soft twack, then a barely audible crumple when they finally find the floor.

Your lace underwear disappears in a similar fashion, albeit more eagerly. Couldn’t be helped, he thinks. That scrap of fabric was the last barrier between him and the thing he’s been craving most since he met you; and fuck, if you don’t exceed his expectations once again.

“Christ,” is all he can say.

It’s rare to find a pussy so perfect that it wipes out his vocabulary, let alone makes him want to weep. That’s exactly what’s waiting for him when you spread your thighs wide enough to accommodate his body between them. Really, the only thing driving him more insane than the sight of you is the thought of how many self-imposed rules you’ve broken to get to this point — the self-discipline you’ve thrown out the window on your way down to him.

He accepts the invitation, descends upon your wet heat like a man starved, and loops his arms underneath your thighs. Immediately, your thighs tighten around the sides of his head, muffling the groan that slips out of him the second your taste hits his tongue. Just the same, you’ve got him drunk in an instant while he laves his way through folds sweeter than cherry wine.

From under his own lashes, he looks up and sees yours flutter at the sensation of his lips encircling your clit and suckling slowly, deeply.

“Oh, my g-god,” you hiccup before your fingers are in his hair again, nails scratching perfectly along his scalp. “You’re so —”

Wooyoung’s wickedly curved lips are slick in more ways than one, though he doubts you can see them through all those stars in your eyes. You don’t see the switch-up coming, either. Unwilling to let you race too far ahead of him, he scales it back, trading his deep pulls for targeted kitten licks.

“— evil.”

Your frustration rings out with a tortured whine. Wooyoung can’t blame you; he knows he’s cruel for guiding you so close to the edge, right out of the gate, then refusing to send you off of it. But he has to draw this out as long as he can, savor what he can for however long you give him.

And to your credit, you take it well.

You give, too, offering up the moans, whimpers, and sighs he couldn’t have dreamed up correctly if he tried.

Well…

Wooyoung did try. Gave it his best shot, even, but his imagination fell short. He knows that now. The pitch was wrong, the timing was off, and he failed to anticipate just how badly it’d fuck him up to feel you grinding against his tongue. To have your fingers tied off in his hair, refusing to accept anything less than closeness.

That particular chorus swells for the first time when he unwinds his right arm from where it secures your left thigh; and his middle finger slides into your cunt, curls upwards to greet that spongy patch of nerves along your front wall.

Eyes swimming with previously untapped desire, you look so pitifully perfect. Only breaking eye contact to throw your head back, you start to wail, “Wooyoung, I —”

But the rest of that thought must turn to static before you can finish it. Charged silence settles in its place, save for your ragged breathing. All the while, his tongue never lets up on your poor, abused clit, though your arousal already has him coated, leaking down over the knuckle.

A particularly needy tug of his hair seeks what you can’t verbalize.

More.

Closer.

When he adds his ring finger to fuck you further open for him, you can’t keep his name from spilling out of your mouth. Wooyoung starts to sound like a summoning spell; an invocation repeated so desperately that he just might give you what you want.

“W-Wooyoung, please,” you choke out, hips bucking up to chase his mouth. “I’m so close!”

The fact that you’re downright begging — on the brink of tears, no less — goes straight to his head. He lets up for a moment to purr, “Since you asked so nicely…”

The hand he doesn’t have half-buried in your heat grips your right hip, hard, securing you against the granite. It’s for the best, really. You jolt so much when he finally lets you cum that you could’ve knocked him out otherwise.

Not that he’d complain.

When the aftershocks peter out, and you gain back some control of your trembling limbs, you collapse back onto the countertop, chest heaving as your breath struggles to even out. One leg stays put, hinged over his shoulder, the best kind of dead weight; the other pools off the edge of the island, hanging limply.

Before pulling away entirely, Wooyoung presses an open-mouthed kiss to the soft skin of your inner thigh, suckling slightly — just enough to leave a calling card, though he doesn’t want anyone but you to know it’s there.

“You fucking menace.”

Your eyes flutter open and catch the way he’s grinning, the lower half of his face otherwise shining with a mix of spit and slick. With you watching intently, he licks his lips, simpering, “Think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you swear.”

“Deserved.” You sigh contentedly and close your eyes again for a second, but the blissed-out look on your face doesn’t dissipate.

Wooyoung wonders if you’re holding onto the image of him between your thighs, replaying it behind your lids. The sight of you is going to haunt him — then and now, before and after. Even if your stamina is depleted now, his appetite’s been sated. He can survive off of this moment alone for weeks if necessary.

But you summon the strength to stretch your arms over your head, to moan breathily while you arch your back off the counter and ease the tension in your muscles. Then, in a burst of vitality, you sit upright. Eyes alight, you give him a smile to match.

“Help me down?”

As if he’d say no to a question asked that sweetly.

You wobble when your feet touch the ground again and thank him when he snakes an arm around your waist to steady you. With a nod in the direction of what Wooyoung assumes is your bedroom, you beckon him, “Come with me.”

“That’s been the plan, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes at him — another first — and take his hand in yours. Fingers intertwined, you lead and he follows through the adjoining living room towards a door on the far side of the apartment. The pair of you barely cross the threshold into your bedroom before you turn and tug his hand, pulling him into a kiss.

“Do me a favor,” you murmur against his lips.

Wooyoung has no questions about that — the answer is yes, no matter what the favor is — but there is something he’s wondering about: when you open your mouth against his, can you taste yourself on his tongue?

Distracted by that thought, and the way your free hand makes its way to the button of his jeans, he nods. It gives him the opportunity to swallow down the groan that builds in his chest when you squeeze his still-clothed cock.

Your mouth leaves his then, drops to the side of his neck. Something about the light nip of your teeth below his ear makes his resolve start to crumble. It only gets harder when the warmth of your tongue flicks over his skin to soothe the sting. He sounds fucked out already when he sighs, “Anything.”

“Let me repay you for all those drinks you never charged me for.” Between kisses down the length of his neck, you purr, “Not exactly subtle, you know.”

He clenches his jaw to keep it from dropping. “Have I been hustled?”

“Is it hustling if I offer to reimburse you?”

Knowing damn well what it’ll do to him, you flutter your lashes against his skin, forcing him to fight off a shiver. There’s no hiding the rush of heat that follows; he doesn’t need to ask to know that you feel it creeping up his neck. “I’ll make up for it,” you promise. “Atone, and all that.”

Wooyoung reaches up and cups your jaw with his hand; you follow his direction and look up at him with excitement twinkling in your eyes, juxtaposing the deep black in his. “I’m charging interest,” he bites back. “The rates are astronomical.”

“Oh?”

“Oh, indeed. Get on the bed, sweetheart.”

With a light smack on your ass, he sends you on your way. In the few seconds it takes you to skip over to your mattress and jump onto it, he tugs his shirt up and over his head, then tosses it aside. Before unbuckling his jeans and tearing those off, too, he snatches his wallet from the back pocket. More specifically, the condom he’s been keeping within just in case you ever decided to stoop to his level.

You’re a second away from drooling when he makes his way over and stops at the edge of the bed. That kind of hunger is yet another thing he failed to see coming. There’s something insatiable in your eyes now, darkening by the second.

You reach out for the condom, but he pulls his hand back, holds it up where you can’t reach. Frustration makes your eyebrows pinch together. Out of context — if you weren’t naked, wet, and wanting him — he’d likely go out of his way to tell you how fucking cute you look when you’re annoyed.

“Don’t pout at me, sweetheart.” Wooyoung’s warning tone is gravel-lined, sharp to the touch when it hits you. Whether you intend it or not, your breath hitches in tandem with your pupils dilating. “I’ll let you do it, but I have one condition. Consider it a repayment term.”

You tilt your head to the side, eyes narrowing with intrigue. “And what’s that?”

“No hands.”

The surprised look he was counting on never comes. He gets sheer determination instead. You pull the packet from between his fingers, rip the foil open with your teeth, and flick the empty wrapper onto your nightstand. Not a second is wasted in you tugging his black briefs down his thighs.

You don’t deal in unpaid debts, either, it seems.

What happens next nearly puts him in an early grave. Wooyoung fucking wishes for a fly on the wall to witness you — someone else to memorialize the finesse you exhibit in working that latex down his length with your mouth alone — because he can’t believe his own eyes. In fact, he has to screw them shut to keep from cumming at the sight of you with his dick down your throat, lips flush to his pelvis.

“My god,” he groans, head dipping backwards. “If that’s how good your fucking mouth feels…”

You give him a second to pull himself together. Then, you wrap your hand around his wrist and pull him. He drops into the space you were occupying just a second ago, and as soon as his back hits the mattress, you steady yourself with your palms on his chest and position yourself over him.

Now, he can’t keep his hands to himself. His fingertips scratch up your thighs, leaving goosebumps along the fastidiously trained muscles underneath his touch. Palms gliding up the curve of your ass, then your waist, then those fucking tits.

“Shit,” you mewl. He lightly pinches your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, spurring you on to rake your nails over the flesh of his chest. The way he tenses under your touch must embolden you. “Play with me all you want, but I need you inside of me now.”

Wooyoung has no idea where this assertiveness came from, but he’ll be goddamned if he doesn’t give you everything you want and then some. To prove that you’ve earned the lot, you line yourself up and take everything he has.

Somehow, you manage to take his vision, too. The world gets blurry as your heat envelopes him; everything in the periphery blackens until all that’s left is you throwing your head back in pleasure. No other light, no noise beyond the obscene sound of your pussy soaking his length and the collision of your perfect ass against the tops of his thighs.

As strong as you are, Wooyoung knows your orgasm will wipe you out long before your body tires. He sees your eyes start to roll back in your head, even when you put your palms down behind you and lean away from him to perfect the angle.

Not good enough, he decides. He wants to watch your pupils blow when you fall apart.

“C’mere,” he rasps.

Fuck, he’s about to break, too.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

You push off your hands and move to lean in, but you wind up crumpling against his chest, immediately overwhelmed by the depths of his strokes when you re-enter his gravity. With the proximity perfected, every movement that follows is desperate — animalistic, even. Clinging fingers, sweat slicked bodies swapping searing heat. He lifts his hips to drive himself further into you with every downbeat, sets a pace so punishing that he has you speaking in tongues.

When you cum the second time, the moan that rips through you almost sounds like a sob. It really might be. The droplets on your cheeks are either tears or sweat; one or both would be justified, considering the show you just put on for him.

Shit, how you managed to blow his world to pieces just by walking into his bar, he’ll never understand. All he knows is that when he cums — not long after you — and his entire fucking body goes numb, you’re there on the other side of the cataclysm to kiss him back to life.

Sweet.

When you wake up, you don’t even have a guess as to what time it is. That’s your fault, you know. You didn’t think to connect your phone to its charger prior to falling asleep in a mess of sheets. The numerous alarms you always keep set didn’t go off, obviously, but right now, that’s the least of your worries.

Until your phone has enough juice to power back on, you won’t know if Wooyoung texted you before sneaking out of your apartment.

You’d taken it as a good sign when he asked for your number in a fucked-out haze. Now, you realize, that naivety of yours was operating in full swing, even when the rest of you was down for the count. That’s what one-night-stands are for, you tell yourself. That’s the decision you made.

Uncharacteristically, you’re tempted to spend the rest of your day — however much of it is left — rotting in bed. It’s an urge you’ll give in to, you can already tell; just like the one that got you here in the first place. The only thing stronger than the call of your bed is the grumbling of your stomach, begging for sustenance.

Sighing loudly, you throw your comforter off your lower half and wiggle towards the edge of your bed. Bare feet meet the braided rug below, then unsteady legs do their best to get their bearings. As you ache, you realize that you need to give credit where it’s due:

You’re currently in the best shape of your life, and Wooyoung still managed to fuck the constitution out of you.

You bend slowly to scoop a shirt from your untouched laundry basket, groaning all the while. On its own, it’s long enough to cover your ass, so you don’t bother to dress yourself further — except for the fuzzy slippers waiting next to your bedroom door.

It’s closed, you note when you finally bother to look at it. It wasn’t when you fell into bed with Wooyoung. He probably didn’t want to disturb you on the way out, you figure. This would strike you as thoughtful if it didn’t feel like a chapter ending too soon. Reaching out to reopen it, you tell yourself to be less sentimental.

In the living room, laying eyes on an empty kitchen, you also tell yourself, I told you so. This isn’t a drama, after all. There’s no love interest in your kitchen to cook you an unexpected breakfast.

Pre-made frozen breakfast sandwich it is, then.

You tear open the package with more effort than you should’ve needed to expend, then dump the single-serving lump onto a paper plate. As if on autopilot, you shove the plate into the microwave and smash a few buttons without registering much of it. The quiet hum of the machine nearly lulls you straight back to sleep.

Well, it likely could have.

The metallic rattling up the hall catches your attention, prompting you to step backwards so you can peer over at your front door and confirm that it’s locked. It is. You turn back to your breakfast in progress, and it takes five (5) entire seconds before you realize the issue here.

Keys jingle with more determination, right on cue. You spin around fully this time, eyes wide, to find Wooyoung in your doorway. He holds the door open with his elbow because both his hands are full; and as if that all wasn’t enough, he tries to toe off his shoes without being able to see them over the cardboard to-go tray in his hands.

“Fucking —” he grunts, wobbling.

It must’ve been louder than he intended because he winces immediately. In his moment of panic, his eyes flick over to your bedroom door. Then, when he realizes it’s open, they search for you, blinking in surprise when they find you. He peeps, “Oh.”

As it turns out, his ability to make you lose your words isn’t limited to late hours. The sun is beating through the sliding glass door to your balcony, and you confirm that you’re just as dumbstruck by him in daylight. So, you simply point to the drinks and paper bag he’s holding with your eyebrows pinched in confusion.

“Found that café you go to on Tuesdays,” Wooyoung explains gruffly. His morning voice is every bit as ruinous as you imagined it would be. “The logo on their cups is just a cloud, so it took a lot of wandering to solve that fucking mystery.”

This time, it’s you who peeps. “Oh?”

It’s then that he finally succeeds in getting his shoes off. With his hip, he nudges the door shut; your key ring chimes in the process, having been attached to his belt loop. In a few steps, he sets his burdens down on the kitchen island and looks up at you with a wicked glint in his eye. Apparently, his immediate thought is the same as yours. Simpering, he picks everything back up and makes for your living room’s coffee table instead.

“I’m glad to report that the green shit you drink doesn’t include algae or moss.” He lifts a smoothie from the carrier and holds it out to you, flashing you a smile that makes your knees wobble. “However, I regret to inform you that it does contain vegetables.”

If you try any harder to bite back your idiotic grin, you might lose your lips. “Did you — did you really think there was moss in it?”

He waves his hand dismissively. Notably, he doesn’t say no. That hand then lowers, finger crooked to beckon you closer. You move in, and you try to focus on the moment in front of you, rather than the obscene flashbacks the gesture gives you. The knowing look you expect doesn’t follow, though. Wooyoung simply places your drink in your left hand and your keys in your right.

“Sorry for borrowing those without asking or — well, notifying you in any way, whatsoever.” He grimaces. “I figured I’d be gone for a minute, and I didn’t want someone to waltz through your unlocked door and wake you up.”

“Was burglary on that list of concerns, or is sleep truly your main priority?”

At this, he grins like an idiot. “You’re getting better at that, you know.”

The look on your face must convey your confusion.

“I like the version of you that doesn’t pull punches,” he continues, sounding almost embarrassed to admit something about himself.

You take a move from his playbook and slide your finger through his belt loop, tugging him forward until he’s squarely within kissing distance. “This Wooyoung?” You murmur, “The one who got up early to hunt down a smoothie he’s disgusted by? Objectively likable.”

He rolls his eyes, but it doesn’t distract from the pink tint overtaking his cheeks. “I don’t know about that.”

You kiss him before he can offer to agree to disagree. And when you finally pull back, you nod firmly. “He might be sweet enough for me.”

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blaire-apricity · 1 month ago

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Hi! So I would like to request the LaDs boys or just Sylus honestly lol. What they would do if mc got kidnapped, possibly kidnapped for their aether core and experimented on. I imagine it would be quite interesting to read. Thank you for your writings!

Blood-bound Retribution

sʏʟᴜs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ synopsis┆ : They had dared to touch what was his, he'd make sure they pay for that mistake—

ᯓ❅ ┆ tags┆ : short fiction, slight gore & possible OOC

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Normally, missing Sylus' calls would mean you were ignoring him out of some petty reason or spite. But when his third call went unanswered and your phone showed as out of service, he knew instantly something had gone wrong.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sylus barked orders to his loyal henchmen, Kieran and Luke, commanding them to scour every CCTV feed and dig through records to find your last known location. Sylus had connections everywhere—an underworld network of people ready to act at his whim—and he wasn’t shy about using it, especially when it came to you. He would burn the city down if that’s what it took to keep you safe.

It didn’t matter if his own life was on the line—there was no hesitation in his mind when it came to saving you. No second thoughts, no doubts.

It took him less than five minutes to locate you, he almost admired the audacity of your kidnappers. Whether they were stupid or simply suicidal didn’t matter. Regardless of what fueled their recklessness, they would soon regret kidnapping someone who belonged to him.

He didn’t need backup for this—no, he wanted to personally deal with these fools. He relished the thought of their faces when they realized the depths of their mistake.

Kicking down the warehouse door, Sylus shattered the warehouse door, splinters flying as his imposing figure stepped into the dimly lit space. His crimson eyes swept the space, taking in the twisted array of scientific equipment, confirming what he suspected—they knew about the aether core within you.

The dozen or so people in the room—some in lab coats, others armed to the teeth—stopped their work, all turning to face him as he strode inside. “Who are you? Leave now, this area is restricted!” one barked, the group tightening around him, guns pointed directly at his chest.

Sylus chuckled darkly, tilting his head as he adjusted his gloves with a practiced calmness. “You really don’t know who you’re dealing with, do you?” His voice was low, amused.

“I’ve got to say… the sheer audacity it takes to try something like this is almost impressive.” He shook his head, still unfazed by the guns trained on him, his eyes glowing more intensely.

In the corner of the room, you stirred. Your vision blurred from the blow to your head, but the sight of that familiar silver hair pierced through the fog. “Sylus…?” you croaked, barely able to form the words.

You hadn’t been harmed—yet. Had they gone further… well, death would’ve been a mercy compared to what he had planned for them.

In the blink of an eye, Sylus was at your side, effortlessly tearing the restraints from your wrists. You collapsed into him, your trembling arms wrapping around his back, and he returned the embrace—briefly, but firmly.

The kidnappers, clearly on edge, turned their guns toward you both, and you braced yourself for the sound of gunfire.

Sylus leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Close your eyes for me, sweetie.”

The next few moments were a whirlwind of screams, then deafening silence. The metallic tang of blood filled the air, warm splatters dotting the floor. You didn't dare to open your eyes knowing the gruesome scene he left.

Limbs were strewn across the floor, blood pooling beneath the mutilated bodies—there wasn’t a single one left whole. He had torn them apart as if they were nothing but paper.

Sylus held you tightly, unbothered by the carnage around him. Gently, he lifted you into his arms and carried you out of the blood-soaked room as if it were just another day. Opening your eyes, you saw Kieran and Luke waiting outside, as if nothing had happened, completely unfazed by the massacre that had just unfolded inside.

"Investigate the warehouse," He ordered, his tone icy. "I want to know who was behind this." Without a word, the two men moved into the now deathly quiet space, ready to uncover whatever secrets the kidnappers had left behind.

As Sylus carried you away, his hands tenderly soothing your wrists, his mind was already racing ahead. Whoever orchestrated this would pay, no matter where they hid. They had dared to lay hands on you—his, and his alone. They would learn the true meaning of suffering.

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╰｡ Author's Note: I actually meant to post this way earlier but I messed up the queue so I had to manually post it. (╥ ω ╥) I apologize for taking long to fulfill this request-

Thank you for requesting this prompt! I actually enjoyed writing it, I hope it's up to your liking!

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love-byers · 3 months ago

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....wait . there are people who don't think the show is centered around will? there are people who don't think a core part of s5 will be wills culmination as a character?? there are people who don't think the entire supernatural plot will circle back to will???

besides the fact that the duffers LITERALLY CONFIRMED that will is the center of s5...

the show itself literally tells you. that is the narrative they've been pushing the entire time.

the entire first season is about finding will. every single plotline is connected to finding will.

mike and the boys are using el to find will

jonathan and nancy are working together to hunt the monster they believe has taken will and barb

joyce is trying to communicate with will to find out where he is and how to save him

hopper is a cop investigating the case, and eventually he and joyce team up to investigate further into the lab conspiracy, believing it's tied to wills disappearance

a massive chunk of s2 is about wills connection to the upside down. he's being hunted by the mind flayer and used as a spy, causing a lot of the conflict but also leading to the resolution.

now that we know vecna was behind all of that, that open so many doors for will in s5. if you use your fucking peanut brain for 5 seconds you'll realize there are lots of things we don't know surrounding will and vecna that will come to light in s5. vecna specifically sought will out and hunted him down. remember s2?

"It wanted to kill you?"

"Not me. Everyone else."

we're also getting flashbacks of will in the upside down so we can see exactly what happened to him the week he was there. clearly there's something important we don't know about. the upside down is literally frozen on the day will went missing. but will isn't important and won't be a big part of s5?

s3 is the first time will is less significant to the plot. he still has the connection to the mind flayer and his ability to sense it is still relevant to the story and helps push it along. bit still, he had significantly less lines and screen time. much of his story is portrayed as him struggling to 'grow up' and not being interested in romance like the others. there are several jokes that present will as simply being childish and reluctant to grow out of it. which a lot of people found sort of annoying. i remember seeing a lot of people enjoying s3, but wishing will had more depth and importance.

but we now know that that's not the whole truth. all of that, him being annoyed and disinterested by romance, just wanting to play dnd with the party, and fighting with mike was all subtext leading into his sexuality and the fact that he's in love with mike. that's been confirmed by actors and the duffers themselves. though will's sexuality was always hinted at, it wasn't meant to fully come to light until s4. so they tried to pass it off as will just being childish. they tried to pass of mike and wills conflict as only being about dnd and growing up. a prime example of this is will tearing down castle byers after his fight with mike. he rips the photo of the core 4 as the ghostbusters down the middle, aka where he and mike are in the center. that is easily passed off as just being about the friend group. people BELIEVED that it was just about the friend group, and that there was no way will was in love with mike. but it's now literally confirmed that he is. like it's insane how many people never even considered that as a possibility. people literally just tune out parts of the show they don't immediately find interesting. i've seen so many comments on byler scenes, for example "it's not my fault you don't like girls", saying "wait i don't remember this scene when did he say that??" people just don't pay attention or think deeper than surface level, which in this case is okay because wills sexuality was meant to be something you slowly realized. the problem comes when people just start denying its significance and refusing to see it for what it is.

if you take in all of will's story with mike and whittle it down to "stupid gay crush on best friend" i don't know what show YOUVE been watching. did you forget that will only remembered his mom and mike when he was possessed and lost his memory? that mike recounting the day they met was enough for will to break through and communicate while possessed? that will puts mikes happiness before his own? that will has literally said he needs mike and always will?

it's not a crush that will can just get over. you know we actually have an example of a simple crush and it's dustin and max. how did that work out? dustin got over max very quickly and it's no biggie. he didn't go on a monologue about how he needs max and always will. he just thought she was cool and pretty.

also, the show spends so much time getting the audience to feel bad for will and want to see him happy. you are SUPPOSED to like him. you are supposed to have empathy for him. will is written to be extremely gentle, kind, and selfless.

will is too nice to say anything bad about anyone, even after being viscously bullied and called slurs for years. even by his own father, WHO HE STILL CANT TALK BAD ABOUT!!!

no matter how much will suffers, he remains kind and selfless. he gave a girl his tonka truck knowing joyce couldn't by him another one. mike says they shouldn't give up on looking for him because will sacrificed himself in dnd to save the party. remember the whole thing in s2 about joyce getting on will for constantly apologizing even when he did nothing wrong? there is no point to that besides evoking empathy for him!!!!! he is sweet and sensitive and doesn't deserve any of this!!!!!!!!

and about bylers being delusional for thinking will and mikes relationship will be a big part of s5 and the culmination of everything in a show about monsters killing people, here's a quote from shawn levy, who has directed many stranger things episodes

"People talk about mythology and The Upside Down, and all that is huge, but the magic of S5 are the characters who find sense of belonging with other and through that connection, become heroes."

everyone loves the stranger things relationships until they're queer. when they're queer suddenly there's no time for romance in a sci fi show, the writers actually suck, and they're just baiting. lumax and their love for each other was a core plot of the season where the big bad was trying to kill her all season. there is an entire plot point about max's memory of kissing lucas at the snow ball saving her life. in a show like this, there is time for relationships and supernatural stuff because they are interwoven when the time comes. they can do the exact same thing with byler in s5. s5 is going to be the longest season thus far. there will definitely be time for relationship development.

so yeah. call me delusional but i don't think the show will end with wills feelings for mike unresolved or with them just evaporating. given everything we know about s5 (relationships and finding belonging being an important factor, noah and finn constantly filming together, leakers saying will has a love interest) and everything we already know about the relationship formulas in ST, literally all the signs are pointing to byler. the only rebuttal people have is calling us delusional because the writers just wouldn't do that. if you actually push past the heteronormativity and consider the fact that the duffers do want to represent queer people in a way that doesn't reinforce the idea that we can never find love or be happy, things will start making a lot more sense.

i'm sorry to have to say this about mike but mike is a character presumed straight who hasn't been super relevant in the supernatural plot for 2 seasons now, just as long as will. his significant plot points are related to el or will. relationship development. and unlike will, he has been an ACTUAL asshole!!!! lots of people stopped liking mike as much after s2 because of his personality change. (ofc i still love mike, but there's been multiple plot lines about mike being a dick for no reason and apologizing for it) but no one has VISCERAL hatred for him like they do will byers. not saying mike deserves hate, cause he certainly doesn't, but the problems people have with will, they only have with will. any other character doing it is fine. 2 seaons of wills feelings for mike is boring and distracting but 2 seasons of mike having the same 'i love you' problems with el isn't?

i'm not saying the sudden hate for will is because it's now clear that he's gay but im kind of saying it

some people can't sympathize with queer issues because they don't care about queer people. they don't empathize with queer people. queer issues bore them.

will byers i will ALWAYS defend you. you are safe with me pookie

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motomamita · 3 months ago

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old!moviedirector!könig × actress!reader

warnings: +18, smut, manipulation, abuse of power, sex on camera, no condom, age difference.

Imagine old!moviedirector!König who loves being part of the casting for each of his successful films. He is not only known for his success but also for how perverted he becomes with his actresses.

This time, his next film has as its protagonist a woman who is everything that is known as a femme fatale. Obviously, König was not going to miss the auditions to find his ideal leading lady.

Several girls passed by and tried their best to try to leave a good impression on König and his assistants, but none of them succeeded. Then you arrived. You look totally innocent and naive despite having done everything necessary to look like the main character. You were wearing a tight dress, red lips, and eyeliner that highlighted your look.

König quickly put your presentation folder aside, putting it away next to his belongings. You had no experience in acting and much less idea of how film productions were handled. That's why you didn't find it strange when König called you on your phone and invited you to his house to chat about your audition.

You arrived dressed as the main character because König requested it. He welcomed you into his luxurious home and you shared a couple of drinks. You talked about your life and your desire to act in Hollywood while König only paid attention to your breasts that protruded from the tight dress. Soon he invited you to sit on the couch to talk more comfortably about what he expected of you.

"You know... When you came in for the audition you totally blew me away." König began speaking, your heart racing at his words.

"Thank you. I really want the role of the protagonist, I have worked hard." You explained excitedly, watching as he put his glass aside.

"Yeah? But I have to tell you that I'm not entirely sure you're going to get it..." your worried look forced him to continue talking. "It's a very risky character and I need a girl who is really willing to give it her all."

"Please, sir..." you interrupted him, moving a few centimeters closer to him. "I feel capable of achieving it, I can give everything and more..." you also assured, leaving your glass aside.

König looked at your face and couldn't help but smile at your need, it excited him to know the power he had over you. He slowly placed his hand on your bare thigh, caressing your skin with his rough hand.

"I need you to prove it. I need you to show me that you are capable of anything for the role." He spoke softly, moving his hand up a little towards your center. "Look, there are risque scenes in the movie..."

"I will do it, I will do whatever it takes." You nodded your head, sure of yourself.

"Show it to me. Show me that you're not afraid to suck a good cock on camera." He quickly took out his home video camera and turned it on, recording your face in the foreground.

You hesitated for a few seconds at his direct request but in the end you agreed. You kneel in front of him and König opened his legs giving you access between them, he wanted you to open his pants. Determined, you went to his zipper and soon noticed the hard erection it hid. His cock was thick, uncut and precum glistened at the tip.

"Come on, darling, win the lead role." He encouraged you by pointing his camera at your face and at his cock that was centimeters away.

You started by giving him a few kitten licks while jerking off his cock. König moaned loudly and stretched out even further on the large sofa, enjoying your wet tongue. You soon took him into your mouth, breathing through your nose and trying your best to make him feel good. König brought one of his free hands to the back of your head, forcing you down to the base of his cock.

"Come on, take it all in your mouth.. What a good girl.." he encouraged you as you noticed how your throat squeezed his cock.

When you felt like you were about to faint, König grabbed your hair and pulled you away from him. Your saliva was dripping down your chin and your breathing was labored. König laughed lightly at seeing you like that and made sure he had filmed your expression.

"Enough, now lie down."

You obeyed and lay down on the large sofa. König finished taking off his pants and then focused his attention on you.

"Look at what a beauty.." he commented, bringing one of his hands to your chest, massaging it over the fabric of your dress. "Show me those tits, come on!"

You obeyed and left your breasts exposed for the camera and for König, of course. He brought his hands to you again and caressed your breasts, pinching your nipples making you moan.

"Let me see what you're hiding here.." Now he record your pussy covered by small panties that showed how wet you were. Without waiting for orders you took them off, showing your wet pussy. "This pussy is the pussy of the next Oscar winner."

König massaged your clit with his thumb making you moan at the sensation of his touch. Then, he slowly inserted his index finger into your pussy, pumping it and listening to the dirty sounds due to your wetness.

"You want this job, huh? You're going to let me fuck this pussy?" The camera came to your face, recording your expression and how you nodded your head. "Let me hear you, use your words.."

"I want you to fuck me, please, fuck me!" you begged, hugging him around the waist with your legs.

König placed the camera in a position where only you were in the image. He spit in his hand and masturbated, looking at you with total desire, he was finally going to fulfill his fantasy.

"This is going to hurt a little.." he murmured placing his cock at the entrance of your pussy. Slowly he entered inside you, feeling how your wet walls received his thick cock. "Shit, you're so tight.."

You placed your hands on his shoulders and bit your lip trying to cope with the pain between your legs. When König was inside you, he moved slowly while massaging your clit. You moaned his name loudly and dug your nails into his shoulders, turning him on even more.

"Do you like it? Uh? Fucking your boss to get the lead character?" He asked, bringing his mouth to your ear and sucking on some of your sensitive skin there.

"Yes! I love it, fuck me harder!" You moaned, hugging him even more with your legs and feeling how his cock moved against you.

König obeyed you and increased the speed of his thrusts, hitting his skin hard against your pussy. Your moans increased in volume and you hugged him even tighter, feeling his balls slap against your ass.

"Fuck, baby. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" König moan and, without stopping moving, grabbed the camera again and pointed it at you. "Show me, show me that beautiful face while I cum inside you!"

You made your face look more pleased and you let yourself be carried away by his hard thrusts. Soon, König came in front of you, filling you with his thick, hot liquid.

After a few weeks, you received a call from him. You had earned the role.

#könig cod #könig call of duty #konig call of duty #könig smut #könig x reader #könig #konig fanfiction #konig x reader #konig smut #konig cod #old!könig #old!konig #moviedirector!könig #actress!reader

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controld3vil · 5 months ago

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costume mishaps

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic!)

synopsis: requested by this ask, & 2!!

⤷ alt: costume mishaps happen all the time.

notes: when i saw the film, i just knew they were going be awarded best costume. LIKE princess irulan dressed up to be taken hostage. also actor!reader is referenced to have hair long enough to be braided. also this might be the last installment i do for the dune cast, i apologize but it's been slowly fallin off for me. but if i get motivated, ill be so sure writing more :)

Only recently film channels have released behind-the-scenes footage of Dune: Part Two. One of which went in depth about each important character.

When it came to your character, Denise Villeneuve placed much emphasis on wanting to find an energetic spirit. Someone who can channel childlike wonder and at the same time, play a menacing and emotional one. And for that, you were chosen and had always appreciated Denny's choice of you.

"Nerre's, they're essential to the House Atreidas. They grew up under their rule, with Paul, and have the mentality of what it means to be loyal to the things you love and hold. And I think," Fondly, Denise murmurs your name with a smile. "They delivered what was needed for the character." Shortcuts of shots of you in the desert exhibited your enthusiasm for the project. You're constantly smiling, at the joy of people's laughter. It was as if you were born to play Nerre, resembling much of their attitude and spirit.

At the end of Villeneuve's talk, it quickly moves to another shot into the desert.

"I can't do this Denny!" From far away, it zooms toward your figure, sitting at the edge of a valley of sand. In costume and everything, the only thing that discerned different was you were missing your headgear. Your locks, loose and free from any shackle you previously had, are long gone. The sunset hits your face directly and only elevates the sad pout on your lips. "Can I please put my hair up?!"

Beside you, the Paul Atreides actor sits with one leg over the other, giggling, holding his fist up to distract himself from your petty endeavor. It was fortunate today that the wind was kind. Yet it bothered you apparently, as you try to readjust strands of your hair away from your face every few seconds. There were faint shouts behind the camera and muffled current, comments that were directed back to you.

"No, it's a part of the scene!" Denise hollers, cupping his hands into a circle. A few familiar faces show up beside the director, amused and chuckling joyfully. The sun would soon be gone and it is a waste of film if you did not comply with the director's order. Yet as the video picks up, you shamelessly and eventually accept your fate, crossing your arms, and glaring at him.

In another, your annoyance grew further. Your persistence towards Denise was undeniably petty and unnecessary. It was another day shoot, with the sun glaring back on the desert lands and everything it lays its eyes on. In particular, you who is braided with loose and intricate braids on your hair. You were even advised, more encouraged to grow your locks out for the film. Which you happily followed and now regret to this day.

"I really want to just," You scoot towards the camera's view so nobody can hear except you and the cameraman. "Yank all of the hair from my scalp! The heat's killing me!"

It switches to a sit down interview of you, slowly diffusing your voice on top of the footage to connect both portions on what you were trying to convey. "Now obviously, I was exaggerating," As you nervously laughed at yourself. You're not sitting in front of the movie poster. You were in casual outing clothes and showed off a relaxed manner, "But Denny did request for me to grow out my hair for the film- not just to show that time has passed but a part of their maturity. It's not extravagant but a small change that gradually will show later on."

Your character did not have a dramatic wardrobe change. More or less, the production team wanted to include small changes to your outfits. In the first film, you were dressed in a simple Fremen still suit, with not much other than the mask attached to it.

You did not have many options to customize. Everyone's was the same, with few alternations. You were aware for Paul, Timothee adorned a long hooded cape and extra layers of fabric behind his back. Rebecca took a completely different change and discarded the Fremen attire altogether. In the sequel, she had to wear multiple layers covering her body to represent the Reverend Mother of the Fremen people.

"Just one change, that's all I'm asking!" You recited a previous conversation you had with the director. Another Dune behind-the-scenes documentary, it showcased the intricate works of the costume designers. A beautiful work of art. Every single piece of fabric was handmade and crafted. And of course, you who couldn't help but praise their efforts and reminisce the the first time you wore the still suit again before shooting.

"I remember desperately wanting a cool cape or something. And in the end, I got what I wanted!"

A cool compilation showed you running around in the Fremen attire for the first few shoots of Dune's sequel Sometimes you run off into the distance with your cape, flying behind your back. Or the times when you flipped it over your head for extra protection. Even on other occasions where you are the one fanning your cloak for your costars like Florence Pugh or Rebecca Ferguson.

"Yes, they were happy when we gave them a cape," One of the costume designers who specialized in Fremen wear said in a quick interview. She spoke of you with hearted tenderness as like many of the other designers appreciated your participation with Denise on what to change. "We also thought it would be cool to add a few chains and charms- if you see around their waist area to show how long they've been living in the desert. Things you pick up like scrap metal or maybe materials they had from their home planet that bring homage to them. We thought it would be a cool idea for Nerre, in their time, they would be scavenging for things to bring back home."

Although the most well-known shot of you was with your well-acquainted costume. Timothee and you were walking side by side in between a long valley. It was a thin canyon, built upon tall feet of rocks and dusk. The camera crew and others were careful to walk the ancient monuments. All of the Fremen extras were following behind last. In the scene together, you and Timothee were discussing plans while striding through the rocky corridor. Josh Brolin was at the side to your right and Zendaya was on Timothee's left.

But what the documentary picks up on is what happened after the scene. Right after the scene, captures the two of your mischievous and harmless banter. All of the extras and film crew scurried out of view. Zendaya can be seen sitting by a nearby ledge.

It captures you, jumping in pace to wake yourself up. Or maybe because your feet were asleep. Eventually, the French actor joins you, following the rhythm of your jumping. It's comical how casual random occurrences happen around you and your younger cast mates. To the average person on set, it was the norm to see you and Timothee replicate childish acts.

Viewers can pick up a muffled conversation as the two of you continue to bounce in unison. "You tired?"

"I feel numb!" You quicked your pace slowly and your costar continued to stare at your movements to follow. With the additional shade the canyon provided, the heat wasn't an issue but the humidity was. Zendaya who was resting behind gave you an encouraging laugh when you began to spin and jump clockwise.

Eventually, you and Timothee went back and forth to copying each other. It led to a game of tag, which dispersed people into making a circle in the middle of the road for you to play. At some point, Timothee managed to grab onto your hooded cloak which halts you backwards. Thus it was an infamous funny blooper viewers can seen reposted over thousands of times.

With him holding your cape, and slowly going under as if performing a dance.

Even when asked about that particular clip on the carpet, you both only shared dotting reminisce and giggles.

"He almost made me fall when he grabbed my cape," You huffed, pointing at the said perpetrator while the interviewer, holding the microphone looked his way accusingly. Timothee doesn't deny your claims as he blatantly grins, happily on the special moment.

"Wow!"

"I mean, I think I won that tag game but sure," The brunette sarcastically directs his eyes toward the veil behind your back that replicated the cloak cape you wore in the movie. "You could've gotten hurt."

"Yes, because you were about to rip that thing off my neck!" You emphasized greatly into the microphone which had the interviewer throw out a chuckle. Timothee breaks as well but regains his posture before glancing at anyone behind who wants to defend him.

"I think a rematch would be in order," They added, earning hums from you, only fueling your competitive drive.

"Obviously!"

"You wanna go right now?" Timothee speaks up, emitting false confidence as he puffs up his chest. You do the same, despite knowing you are at a disadvantage for not wearing a flexible outfit to run in.

"Yeah if you're game!" You shouted back, cracking your knuckles as a few paparazzi snapped photos of your hilarious rivalry. Within seconds, he taps your shoulder before running off in the opposite direction. It leaves you off, gawking in surprise before chasing him down the carpet, struggling as you run past your other cast members and cameras.

By the end of the night, the two of you were in a tie. You won, in revelation to everyone's surprise as a picture was posted online of you posing with rock and roll peace signs and Timothee holding up the veil that was attached to your outfit, replicating the previous video.

"I have a question,"

This was the BuzzFeed UK interview. For all the five younger cast members to sit down and talk with one another. Really more of a natural and informal discussion that didn't need to pertain to obvious questions about the film. Everyone sat in comfortable sofa chairs of their own, each receiving their own microphone.

It was Florence who spoke, directly eyeing Austin Butler to your left side. Your eyes followed her insulated question, but your mind was unbothered. Your fingers unconsciously fiddled and scratched the mic as your blonde costar asked, "Your bald cap, at what point in the day were you like God I can't wait to get it off!"

Your stoic expression broke into a warm smile, remembering all the times you've seen Austin in his Feyd costume. "It's a good question."

"When did it get uncomfortable and sticky?"

"After lunch?"

"Yeah yeah I mean it kind of got to a point where I did- I would forget, it just feels like it's a part of you and I was focused on so many other things, but it's usually when it got really hot," The Princess Irulan's actress mumbles in agreement, "Particularly the arena scene cause I'm outside in the sun and it's 110 degrees and that's on your head. I just would- want to cut the damn thing off."

It earns honest chuckles from Florence and Zendaya who both agreed. A few seconds later, it cuts to you with a knowing smile before speaking up into the microphone, "At least you didn't have to deal with all of your hair- and mess," Additional hums from the others joined as Austin chokes out a laugh, before taking a second glance at you.

"I mean yeah- there are a few positives to wearing a cap," He shrugs his shoulders, knowing how you'd react to his casual response meant to be teasing.

"What was your experience like?" Florence turns the question towards you. She states your name accordingly as if seriously questioning you. Your head turns and you give her a look before answering.

"Madness," Only to be returned with huffs and pants, mostly coming from Zendaya who knew well of your petty endeavors with your hair and makeup. "I wouldn't say it was worse or better but god, the extreme heat from the desert really sold me cutting my hair short." From your side, Austin squints his eyes, unable to take your sarcasm seriously. While you can see Timothee on the far side of the group, humorlessly shaking his head as you try to reaffirm yourself.

"I think out of everyone, you take the most with hair and makeup beside Austin," The mixed actress addressed, clasping her hands together with the microphone in-between. Florence hums and you nod your head far too quickly, only to be caught by your French costar.

He calls out your name, "You take like forever in the chair, what's up with that?" Suddenly you feel the air change as you give an accused look, trying to play innocent.

"Some people take their time longer in the chair okay," You huffed and puffed as you glanced around the room. Luckily Austin decided to help on your side, empathizing with how long it takes for him to prepare in the chair.

"Both of us gotta take care of our hair you know," He adds, quickly lowering his microphone which leads a twinkle in your eyes as you gleam adoringly at him.

"Yes exactly!"

"Wow really?"

"Okay but the bald cap requires much more time and precision. You're just taking a long time and can't sit still," Florence buts in, moving closer to the edge of her seat.

You gawk at her, grasping the nonexistent pearls on your chest as you can discern Timothee and Zendaya's laughter. "Where did all of this hostility come from?"

"You know what? Ever since you broke my headpiece!" There were gasps and your blonde costar only looked at you, with a cold funny stare. Your jaw drops, knowing it was the few incidents you wanted to erase from your memory.

"Did you really break her headpiece?" Timothee sighs at you in disappointment. He gives you a fake frown before you turn to the camera, looking at the audience, unbelievable how the tables quickly turned.

"The tea!"

"First it was minor, only a few of the shards dropped." You raised your index finger, then cast eye contact with each person, "And not to mention, Florence, you let me touch it!" This time, it was Zendaya who gasped in astonishment, looking back and forth.

"I guess this was how the holy war started," Timothee speaks indistinctly, cupping one of his hands on the mic. Only to be heard of your exclamations in bewilderment.

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grimesgirll · 6 months ago

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you love forcing your guys to watch tv with you.

snuggled up on the sectional together, there’s nothing you’d rather be doing with your saturdays.

your head is on daryl’s chest and your feet in rick’s lap while the old vhs tape plays an old episode of six feet under.

one of the alexandrians who’d passed long before your group arrived had a considerable hbo collection, along with some of the other most popular television series of your time before the end of the world as you knew it. from dvds of mad men to nip/tuck, there was enough to keep you preoccupied binging the best of the 2000s.

your duties in your new neighborhood kept you to a constant schedule but making time for tv wasn’t hard. slipping away to rock judith asleep in your arms was made easy with an episode of grey’s anatomy. it was nice to feel normal for once - like someone who wasn’t holing up behind ten foot high walls from hordes of the dead.

it’s even nicer getting your busy, go-getters to simply sit and enjoy your company, and the glow of the tv.

having never had a tv aside from the busted flatscreen merle’d once ditched at his place before everything went down, you were shocked when daryl told you he didn’t have a favorite show. it seemed every dvd or vhs you inserted had the man mocking the media.

dexter is dumb. arrested development’s cast consists of assholes. house bored him. psych too. and don’t get him started on desperate housewives.

at least you could count on wrestling rick into the couch for an episode of cops. rick’s rambling on everything the show got right and wrong was worth it if you could get him off his feet, because then it wouldn’t be long before you were teasing a foot along his leg.

still on top of daryl, you’re hoping the two pick up on what you’re putting down without you having to be too obvious. rick ruins your perfectly scripted scene with a single clearance of his throat. that’s all it takes for his attention to be diverted from the screen and for a hand to settle on your foot.

your tongue swipes across your lips. your twinging foot eventually brings rick’s attention from the limb to your lust addled expression. daryl’s probably half asleep. he doesn’t give a fuck about cops.

“they’re all gettin’ caught doin’ some dumb shit merle’d do,” he’d gruffed when you first played the title.

regardless, he’s relaxed beneath you. the hand wrapping your frame into him pulling him close. a lightly planted hand on your breast that lures your gaze back to his. you curl into the warmth of his arms and into a balmy kiss.

rick blisters his own impressions onto your calf. “ah,” you hum off-guard into daryl’s mouth. that only spurs the sheriff further up your thigh until you feel a finger over top the crotch of rick’s your boxers. between two pairs of masterful mouths, you could care less about cops. you have your own pulling down your underwear with his teeth and an outlaw on your lips. the latter is laying a hand on your head, savoring the feeling of your soft hair beneath his rough, calloused hand. you don’t mind it at all when he ushers you crushingly closer.

“were you even watchin’?” rick asks, the breath of his laughter panting onto your thigh.

“a bit,” you admit in a puff of breath. “cops is boring.”

“say that again,” daryl snarks into your neck.

rick shakes his head. those bronzed locks brush against the sensitive skin of your thighs, with rick now situated front and center facing your dripping core. he parts the light bush you’ve been maintaining to spread open your plush pussy. cool air makes you whine just as the roving pucker on your pulse point pulls the same sounds from you. “you want a finger? or my mouth?” rick leaves it to you.

you choose the hybrid option.

rick should know that you live for the way he prods you open with a nice fat finger, then letting his tongue wander up and down your clit.

knowing you inside and out, rick is ready to do just that. so it only makes sense that his tongue and a thick finger is already driving you up the sofa, so far gone already that all you can do is muffle your cries with daryl’s mouth.

the brother of georgia’s most wanted has no problem absorbing your pleasure. in fact, he works in near tandem with rick to get your heartbeat racing on both ends. fingers fall into a deft hold on your breasts, going from groping to taunting the buds popping up through your thin long sleeve. bunched up over your chest or your head seems to be the only fate that typically befalls that shirt. the thin material is always accenting your headlights in a cold room or straining holding back your bust enough that your boys always take note of it.

daryl loves it. loves getting a fistful of the flowy, flexible, blue and white flowered fabric. loves it even more when it’s out of his way. bunched up over your tits, it goes. “you gon’ come, pretty girl?” daryl questions, ducking down to capture your breast in his mouth.

you don’t know what to say. the answer is obvious but your words are mere babbles and all you do is moan and huff and pant yes.

all you can see of rick is that fluffy mop of brown. hands dug into your hips, he’s not relenting even as your clit pulses beneath his tongue. he only takes it as an opportunity to run his skilled appendage along the single pronounced ridge of your pleasure point.

“rick takin’ care of ya’? givin’ you a break from the pig show?”

you feel a snort against you, but it’s not long before you’re bucking your hips against rick’s face and he’s steadying your hips. that damn tongue just has to drag against you and you’re ready to flop off the couch. you can barely manage a smile at daryl’s dig because your mouth is contorting into an open o shape - o for orgasm because that’s the only thing on your mind. not the dead stalking the gates upon hearing a single human breath, not the responsibilities of running the community within those gates, not worrying about who’s on watch, definitely not anything other than the burst of delight coursing through you.

sunlight tumbles through the windows onto the perfect center of the living room. it would be blinding rick had he not still been between your thighs. squeezing your eyes shut, the last thing you see is rick’s sunlit head grooving up and down.

feeling snug on rick’s two fingers is enough for you to feel completely unbound. clenching but not clamping like daryl is now on your tit.

“fuck me,” you groan. the vulgarity comes out wispy as the man flattening his tongue and pancaking a new finger to your soaked clit steals your breath.

the denim hardness beneath you has you guiding daryl’s mouth from your chest to your face for another kiss. your hand is wound in his hair, almost like the kiss could distract you from the overstimulation rick’s so hellbent on.

a stripe of gold beams across your faces - and rick’s - so once you’re parting from the messy mash of tongue and lip you’d shared with daryl, the sight of rick has you squeezing your thighs again. with a finger still inside of you, rick’s slowly massaging your newly drenched cunt, and he’s never looked better. pink glossy lips have you yearning for a taste.

luckily, you and rick are always on the same page, thus, he’s leaning up on forearms to croon, “wanna taste yourself, baby girl?” and with a sure nod, your mouths are connecting so you can sample the fruits of your labor.

a hand on daryl’s dick, a bit of maneuvering on your part, and some sweet sounds from rick are all it takes for the television to be ignored. it feels like you’ve all fast forwarded through a season of cops by the time anyone recognizes the television’s still on but no one gives a damn. not when there are better distractions.

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blues-valentine · 4 days ago

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This is my last post about it. OBX 4 wasn’t just bad in terms of JJ but all characters in general.

The writers, knowing they’d kill JJ off, started a character assassination train on him perhaps expecting us to feel like he deserved to die? But we know JJ. We all know JJ’s reckless but not to this level of detachment. He was acting like an entirely different person. JJ would’ve never treated Kiara, John B or any of his friends like that. Ever. Not matter how bad life turned out. Even with the whole “JJ blew all of our money!” it’s like they wanted us to hate him so badly.

Don’t even get me started on how bad that JJ plot twist was and since Part 1 I said it. Trying to erase his entire life like that even when it didn’t make sense was lazy writing. And all for what? To have his biological father be the one to kill him at the end? Because that’s the only possibly cruel explanation for that plot twist.

Killing JJ in such a way when this character spent his entire life suffering physical and emotional abuse from his adoptive father is cruel and it sends such a sad messaging.

OBX has always been bad at giving the girls good story lines and that aren’t always about their boyfriends. Kiara’s relationship with her parents was totally ignored. We got from them cutting her off at 401 to them clapping for her at the ceremony and we never got to know how they reached that place. Did they go to family therapy in those 18 months? Did they talk and came to an agreement together? But nothing.

Cleo didn’t get to have a story line that wasn’t mostly adjacent to Pope. And for a character that’s been here for 3 seasons we only know she worked for Terrance and it’s good with knifes. We don’t know her actual surname. And I was expecting more from her revenge plot and I feel silly for expecting that from those writers.

Sarah’s PTSD regarding Ward was never further explored. The writers also forgot about Wheezie and Rose. Sarah wouldn’t have continued on without trying to reach out to her. It’s like they just didn’t want to deal with it. And the worst one is them making Sarah say she didn’t feel ready for a family at her age for them to forget about it and have her pregnant. Despite how silly it is considering the circumstances of their life and how much trauma she has to heal from.

Don’t even get me started on the way the writers never explored the girls relationship. The only bonding scene between the girls we got was Sarah telling Kiara she’s pregnant and Cleo wasn’t even there. We never saw them just existing as young girls just joking around. Hell; even a whole boys conversation would feel somehow natural and we didn’t even got that.

Pope is a killer now? And by the influence of Cleo not less. Did the writers forgot about Season 3? And how she was the one that stopped him from killing Rafe. So, now you’re telling me she was the one egging him on to become a killer. Make it make sense please.

And the pogues dynamic was so bad. God, it was so out of character for them all. Firstly, John B would’ve never allowed JJ to walk into that self destructive path especially after learning about Chandler. And then, the way JJ confessed to Pope he was sucidical and he just didn’t say anything about it? Kiara was also incredible out of character. And that death scene was particularly dumb in so many levels, because it could’ve been preventable and it was pointless. But the thing that pisses me off the most is that the pogues stood there watching. In a scene that felt perhaps a bit anticlimactic. “Not pogue gets left behind” but they buried him on a desert in Morocco and had Rafe be the one to dig the hole too. Those are not my pogues and this wasn’t the dynamic I feel in love with. OBX went from being a comfort show to give me so much unnecessary frustrations.

#outer banks #outer banks season 4 #this is for real THE LAST thing I’ll say #good riddance #i won’t watch season 5 #obx #obx season 4 #obx s4 #jj maybank #jiara #kiara carrera #sarah cameron #john b routledge #cleo obx #pope heyward #jarah #cleopope #text post

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aohisworld · 7 months ago

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YOON AOHI & her seven babygirls!

in other words, the evidence of ENHYPEN being babygirlified for Aohi! ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

poly!ot7 x addedmember!oc. — headcanons!

contains: babygirlism, some words of killing game characters, cringe writing lol

key: japanese - korean ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

EXHIBIT A, BAMBI's NAP:

¡! ❞ Heeseung and Aohi sat in their seats as they relaxed from performing their last show, to the back of them, Sunghoon and Jungwon entertained the camera that recorded their 'behind the scenes'.

Aohi ate her way into gaining more energy as she munched on ordered kimbap happily, her feet swinging together like a kid would with candy.

The video suddenly zooms into the munching girl, and Jungwon addresses her in the video.

(oh? what's going on in the background?)

"Heeseung-hyung is sleeping, while Aohi is eating.." Jungwon explains, pulling the camera from Sunghoon as he approaches the table, and the video is met with the scene of a sleeping Heeseung on Aohi's lap.

(he's knocked out cold ㅋㅋㅋ..)

"Hello.." Aohi spoke softly, covering her lips with her mouth as she still had some food in her mouth. She was a little shocked at the sudden arrival of her group members beside her, smiling nervously.

"Heeseung-hyung's absolutely knocked out..." Jungwon snickers, poking at the sleeping eldest on Aohi's lap. "We should draw on his face." Sunghoon suggests, instigating something he shouldn't, Jungwon agreeing.

(???)

"Aiya! Don't wake him!" Aohi whispered, slapping Jungwon's arm as she tries to protect the eldest ENHYPEN member from Sunghoon and Jungwon's terrorizing.

The two giggled like evil kids as Aohi continues to slap away the hands that kept trying to poke Heeseung, but she could only do much with one hand as the other was holding utensils to eat her food.

(protector mode on!)

"Eung..." Heeseung nods off in his sleep as his eyes slightly open at the commotion.

Aohi clicks her tongue when she realizes the two boys were successful at ruining the eldest's nap, she glares up at them, like a mother cat would to strays who nitpicked on her kittens.

Suddenly Jungwon and Sunghoon sweatdrops at Aohi's expression, they knew they went too far when Aohi clicks her tongue, a warning not to test her patience any further.

(Jungwon & Sunghoon: ^^")

"Ah, let's go bother someone else." The two troublemakers make a dash for it before Aohi could scold them or even think about getting angry at them, running off with their tails tucked between their legs.

The last of the clip shows Aohi in the background running her hand through Heeseung's hair, trying to lull him back to sleep.

A few seconds is shown to see Heeseung looking up at her with his sleepy bambi eyes, effectively getting her to smile.

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EXHIBIT B, AOHI'S MINI GAMING LESSON:

¡! ❞ The vlog was supposed to be peaceful, Heeseung and Aohi decided to spend some time at a gaming cafe, the aoheung content was thriving and the gaming was a win streak all around.

Until it came to Valorant. Heeseung should've known they were going to be playing her favourite game, and with Ni-ki and Sunoo, no less.

See, Heeseung is good at games, don't get him wrong, but he's never played Valorant before.

(pew pew! Heeseung tries valorant!)

Now that he's being vlogged by Aohi and her gaming minions, his dignity as her boyfriend, the eldest of enhypen, AND as the main gamer of the group were all on the line.

"Hyung! Behind- behind!" Sunoo screeched as he watched Heeseung whiff his shots on to the enemy Reyna. Heeseung just puts his head in his hands as he laughs away his failure.

Aohi could be heard having an ugly laugh as she and Ni-ki watch from their own computers.

(Enhypen loses their first valorant game....)

"Aishhh... I can't teach this hyung!" Sunoo complains as he mirrors Heeseung's actions, a small pout on his face. "It's his first game! Cut him some slack!" Aohi spoke in between her laughs.

Aohi moves towards Heeseung's computer and fixes his settings, trying to give the deer-like member some comfort when playing. "Here, try my settings."

(Mother bat helps bambi!)

Heeseung fixes his posture in his chair as they queue another game, instantly being put into a swiftplay. "You should try Phoenix, oppa, you can heal." Aohi suggests, adjusting the headphones on her head.

"Eung.." Heeseung mumbled, picking a pepero stick from the various snacks they brought to munch on.

They lock in their characters, Sunoo locks in Gekko, wwhile Ri-ki and Aohi lock in Sage and Jett, and Heeseung takes Aohi's advice, locking Phoenix in.

(will this game be a win?)

"I got a kill!" Heeseung announces, a giddy grin on his face, and a compliment from Aohi follows. "Hyung, you're so lucky- Aohi-noona doesn't give me any whenever I clutch for her." Ri-ki complains from beside him.

"You're literally immortal, you don't need any more of an ego boost." Aohi replied, her gaze focused on her computer as she tries to kill off an enemy Yoru.

"Aohi! Heal me!" Sunoo spoke, a giggle leaving his lips when Aohi is stuck between two enemies and he watches from his screen as Aohi died healing Sunoo.

"Yah! You just watched me die!" Aohi complained, but at the end, laughing with Sunoo.

The quadruplet gaming group continued to play for a few more rounds, and it came to a 4-3 game, one more round to them for a win.

(Heeseung's the only one alive!)

Aohi groans as she's double peeked by the enemy Sage and Sova, pouting her lips as she watches Heeseung's play.

Ri-ki tries to scare away Heeseung's focus by jumping at him, getting complaints from the eldest as he tries to clutch the last round. "He's not going to get this-"

"Don't be so pessimistic!" Aohi quickly shuts Ri-ki's teasing down, the baby duck pouting in his seat in return.

Heeseung watches his map and his line of sight as the enemy Sage peeks him, giving him a free one vs. one to win. "Nice!" Sunoo and Aohi spoke, after he successfully downs her.

"Sova last elbow!" Ri-ki comms to him, out of his seat as he watches from Heeseung's own monitor.

(The valorant trio is quiet, watching bambi...)

Sova peeks Heeseung from his corner, and by a stroke of luck, Heeseung manages to flick a win for the trio. Sunoo and Aohi jump out of their chairs with a yell as Ri-ki holds his head in shock.

The victory screen is shown after Heeseung defuses the spike, Aohi taking it as an opportunity to shower the eldest in compliments.

"Daebak! I didn't think you would clutch since you're so new!" Aohi pats at the boy, him grinning at Aohi and absolutely relishing in her words. "Did I make you proud, batsy?" Heeseung grins as he asks for reassurance from their female member.

"Eung! Did so good!"

Heeseung turns evilly at Sunoo and Ri-ki, who looked at him with jealousy as Aohi continues to shower their bambi member with praises.

He almost had the feeling of blowing a raspberry at the younger members, but since he was so nice, he just turns to Aohi, happily sucking up to her.

It was a successful game for ENHYPEN.

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user: ㅋㅋㅋ, is Jungwon the mother cat or is it Aohi rlly?

user2: I don't know if I wanna be heeseung or aohi, to sleep or to be slept on? that is the question ~

user3: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

user4: pt. 1 of heeseung babygirling in front of aohi for attention

user5: alt exhibit title: mother cat swats at kittens for disturbing their eldest hahah

user6: aohi must be scary when shes angry, look at how quick hoon and won ran *cry emoji*

user7: my mom does the same stare to me and my siblings when we misbehave ㅋㅋㅋ aohi def has little siblings

user8: waahh... Aohi is so god at gaming, no wonder she and heeseung get along so well ~

user9: heeseung looking to Aohi for more compliments during the gaming vlog cry cry cry

user10: get you a guy who looks at you for compliments like heeseung does to aohi

user11: Not heeseung looking evilly at Sunoo and Ri-ki when he got aohi's attention LMAO

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EXHIBIT C, JAY's SMALL FASHION CRISIS:

¡! ❞ Jay was struggling to pick an outfit backstage for him to wear, complaining to a nonchalant Aohi who was doing a mukbang live on weverse for engenes.

“Oppa, how about this, why don’t you just wear something comfortable and cute at the same time?-“ Aohi chewed through her words, her chopsticks stuck into a ramyeon bowl.

(Aohi enjoying her ramyeon in the back ^^)

“Eung, you’re complaining about nothing..” Heeseung brought his two cents in, earning a ‘no one asked, hyung!’ From Jay.

Aohi turns to him, a tilt to her head. “Ah, you know what you should wear, oppa? That one pink cardigan everybody liked during the valentine’s live.” Aohi nodded her head, agreeing with her own opinion.

"Can we even wear the same outfits?" Jay grumbled, taking the pink cardigan out and patting it of imaginary dust, he tests the material to see if anything's wrong with it, before deeming it wearable.

"Jeongie, fast fashion is overrated, wear the same outfit because it's not like they'll care much!" Aohi whines, annoyed at being unable to eat her food in peace.

Jay turns to the dressing room, closing the door so he could change. With this, Aohi returns to her food, which has cooled down as she spoke to her fashionista boyfriend.

"Do you see this, engenes? They won't leave me alone, ever!" Aohi spoke towards the camera, a small playful eyeroll as she finally takes a bite of her ramyeon.

Aohi's food heaven only lasts for a few minutes as she is called by Jay again, this time, she still had ramyeon in her mouth, she couldn't even bite off before Jay called for her once again.

(fashion crisis Jay returns!!)

She turns with an eyebrow raised to look at Jay, who snorted at the way she looked, Aohi bites down on her ramyeon as she starts to scold Jay for laughing when he was bothering her first.

"Yah! Stop laughing at me! I'm hungry and you're taking away from my food time!" Aohi glared as she watched Jay double back in laughter. "I'm sorry!" Jay apologized behind his laughs.

"Go look for someone else to bother if you're gonna laugh like that!" Aohi snarked, completely over it as she returned her attention to her food once again, this time not listening to Jay's calls.

"Aohi-san..." Jay called sadly, trying to aegyo his way to get Aohi's gaze on him again. "It's pink or nothing, Park Jjongseong!" Aohi stood her ground, Heeseung laughing at Jay in the background.

Jay frowns at the call of his full name in front of engenes, he was being scolded in front of their fans!

(black cat sulking)

"Okay! okay!" Jay spoke, finally stopping his own rambling and sitting next to Aohi with a soft frown. The girl glances at Jay, continuing to speak to the engenes. "Anyways, Ri-ki's out with Jake-oppa and Sunghoon-oppa, so I'm hoping they bring me an ice cream or something-"

Que a sulking Jay laying over Aohi with a frown, "Yah! My hair's going to dip into my broth!"

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EXHIBIT D, JAY's BIRTHDAY LIVE:

¡! ❞ Jay sat in his seat his feet unable to still underneath the table. A small cat cake sat in front of him alongside black cat decorations. "Hello, everyone.." Jay greets the engenes with a gentle smile.

Despite it being his birthday today, he felt really sad since Aohi couldn't hang out with him, her saying something about a busy schedule.

And who wants to spend a birthday without their girlfriend?

(is our black cat sad? ㅎㅎㅎ)

"How was my day? Mm, really good, the members greeted me... Jungwon got me a gift-" Jay pulled the gift-bag from the side to show the camera. "Am I sad that Aohi didn't give me a gift?" Jay reads, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second.

"No! She's busy, so, I don't mind!"

(oh he's secretly sulking, definitely)

"Yah! It's my birthday, stop teasing me!" Jay scolds his live, a small frown on his face as the chat giggles over his annoyed features.

"It's okay because the other members and the staff did this for me so, I already got so much-" — "Aohi prepared this for you, not us."

Jay looked up at the staff, alarmed by what she said, "What?" He clarifies, wondering if what the staff said was right.

"Aohi baked the cake, and she put up the decorations, we just helped.." The staff behind the camera shrugged, and with the fact that Aohi set up the live for him, Jay couldn't hide his smile.

(his instant smile! too bright!)

All of the sudden, Jay was injected with a burst of energy as he happily looks around the setup, that he knew now, Aohi made, despite being busy, for him.

"Oh, well- Let's try the cake then!" Jay clapped his hands as he grabbed a pair of chopsticks off-screen, ready to taste the cake Aohi made, totally because he was hungry and not in any way because Aohi made his cake.

"ㅋㅋㅋ, you started to smile because you figured out Aohi set it up for you-" A staff teases Jay from behind, and he couldn't do anything but smile guiltily as he takes a bite of the cake. It was in his favourite flavour.

(happy cat =^∇^*)

"Aohi-ssi also got you a gift.."

"Where?! I'll open it now!"

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user: Jay, you absolute babygirl for Aohi

user2: did anyone notice the way Jay called for Aohi in Japanese? I stan a multilingual sulking king!

user3: how does Aohi handle them *cry emoji* I think I’d be more than annoyed when I’m trying to eat huhuhu

user4: I’d like to thank Aohi for urging Jay to wear his pink cardigan again, really accents his babygirlism ㅋㅋㅋ

user5: Jay usually -> 😐 Jay when Aohi -> 🤭

user6: is this compilation of Aohi’s babygirls or is this her scolding the boys ㅋㅋ

user7: the way he instantly smiles when he finds out Aohi set up his live for him and not the staff 🫶

user8: oh park jjongseong how lucky you are to have aohi

user9: where to get an aohi?

user10: enhypen’s hubby and wifey fights and hubby goes giggly knowing wifey set his bday live up for him

user11: jaohi my roman empire 🫶

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EXHIBIT E, JAKE's LITTLE PREDICAMENT:

¡! ❞ Jake swore he didn't mean for it to happen! He was talking with engenes who went to the event and when he looked away, the whole group was gone!

Now he sat here, absolutely lost. Various cameras and photographers called for his name, trying to get pictures of the idol as he tried not to panic at being by himself.

Jake tried to look for any signs of Aohi or the other members through the crowd, smiling softly when engenes would call his name. People filmed his lost puppy expression, giggling over the puppy-like behaviour.

(poor puppy is lost!)

Aohi was on the other side of the room, talking to a few guests with Ri-ki by her side, the boy was tall, making sure to cover Aohi well like a bodyguard.

"Ah, yes, we received the glasses well! The bags they came in were gorgeous, and I'm glad you chose us to help sponsor gentle monster." Aohi spoke happily to a sponsor, still unaware of Jake's small predicament.

Aohi smiled for pictures as she took some with guests at the event, giggling and conversing without a care in the world, it was only then, Ri-ki approached her and bent down to her ear.

"Noona, Jake-hyung's missing.."

(alarmed mama cat!)

"Where?" Aohi turned quickly, almost gaining whiplash at how fast she turned around. "What do mean he's gone, I thought he was following us?" Aohi whispered back, looking amongst the crowds for the humanified golden retriever.

"I swear we should put a leash on him! I literally look away for a few seconds and he gets lost!" Aohi sighs, turning around to the guests and saying her goodbyes as she goes to look for their elder member.

Jungwon joins them a little later, confused on the searching gazes the two held. "What are we looking for?" Jungwon asked, his hands instantly placing themselves on Aohi's back.

"More like who..- ouch! Noona!"

"Jake's not with us, and I have his phone so I can't call him.." Aohi mutters, showing Jungwon the black Samsung in her hand. Ri-ki shrugged at Jungwon's gaze turning to him, as if he doesn't know where Jake went either.

"Go look for him outside by the tables, I'll go search for him in here, call me if you find him!" Aohi ordered, quickly separating from her other two members, looking around.

(Will they find him?)

After a few moments of looking around for her puppy boyfriend, she spots a familiar blue dress shirt sitting down by an empty table as he desperately scanned the crowd, she assumed for her or the other members.

(She found him!)

"Jaeyunie!" Aohi called out, quickly walking to his side. Jake turns to the side and finds Aohi approaching his side, and his hearts feel a little lighter, sighing in relief at the sight of his girlfriend.

"Batsy..." Jake softly called out, opening his arms for Aohi to fill with her figure as his arms tightly wrapped themselves around her waist. "Oppa, where were you? We were so worried.." Aohi frowned, running her hand through his hair.

"I was talking to engenes, when I turned back you guys were gone.." Jake looked up at Aohi, mirroring her frown, but to her, he just looked like a kicked puppy.

"You be careful next time, I don't want to be in trouble with management.." Aohi scolded gently, flicking his forehead as a punishment, earning a small 'ouch!' from the boy.

"Now let go of me, before people see..." Aohi whispers, tapping on his wrapped arms. "If you promise we cuddle later?" Jake whispers back.

"Aish.." Aohi scrunched her nose, nodding at his words, and only then did Jake let go of her.

(the things she does for her boys...)

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EXHIBIT F, JAKE"S FAILED PEPERO GIFT:

¡! ❞ "Aohi-ssi! Turn more to the side please!" The photographer called, gently urging her to turn to the left of her. Aohi obliges, giving her best smile.

The camera took a good video of Aohi posing for the photographer's camera, her familiar rockstar charm shining through her pictures.

It was the month of February, and with this month, comes a mountain of fanservice. In this case, Aohi and Xiulin's part of the valentine's day shoot.

(Waah! Aohi's so charming in school uniforms!)

Xiulin comes up to her with a soft smirk, Aohi takes notice of the girl's attire, instead of sporting a skirt like Aohi was, she wore pants and a uniform similar to the boys.

Aohi's jaw dropped, all the girl could express was betrayal. "Unnie! No fair, you get pants!" Aohi whined as soon as the shoot's been finished.

"Sucks to suck, Batsy." Xiulin teased, taking a lollipop, a supposed-to-be prop, and placed it in her mouth.

"Do you know how horrible this skirt is? It rides up like crazy!" Aohi huffs, crossing her arms as she is escorted off the set, presumably to relax. Xiulin shrugs and pulls her to the side of the camera, which were on both of them.

"Everyone, Aohi is complaining about wearing skirts rather than pants." Xiulin explains to the camera, letting Aohi defend herself for the engenes. "I hate skirts!" Aohi shakes her fists jokingly at the camera, Xiulin laughing with her.

Suddenly a puppy sneaks onto set with Aohi's favourite Pepero in hand, cookies-n'cream. Jake greets their staff politely, bowing and asking where Aohi was last.

He wanders the set, trying not to cause anything so that people wouldn't be disturbed while working. In the distance he spots Aohi and Xiulin, a small smile forming on his face.

(puppy spots relaxing cat!)

Jake maneuvers around staff to get to the girls, spotting the camera filming them, "Hello!" Jake greets the camera, his puppy smile instantly showing through.

"Jake-oppa, what are you doing here?" Aohi spoke in surprise, suddenly seeing him take a spot beside her and Xiulin. "I thought you had a separate shoot." Xiulin agreed, popping her lollipop out of her mouth.

"Aohi, this is for you, happy Pepero day!" Jake quickly pulled the box of Pepero out, smiling giddily when she gasps, taking the snack in her hand. "Thank you!"

Xiulin looks on the interaction with an unamused expression, not the slightest bit impressed at Jake's attempt at greeting Aohi with a singular box of Pepero.

(???)

"Why is it just one?" Xiulin asks, Jake immediately deadpanning towards Xiulin. "Xiulin." — "Jaeyun-hyung." Xiulin was afraid of no man!

"It's the thought that counts, unnie!" Aohi laughs as she watches Jake deflate at his failed attempt towards even using his hyung privileges into scaring Xiulin.

"So, do I think bigger than hyung too then?" Xiulin amusingly replies, nodding her head to now... noticeable basket of... Peperos... for Aohi, and what burns worse is that the tag obviously says from Xiulin-unnie.

(The EN- boys: 0 - Xiulin: 1)

Jake laughs his failure away as he squats down, his arms crossed as he rethinks his actions, he was just trying to impress his girlfriend by getting her, her favourite pepero!

"You'll get her next time, oppa..." Aohi attempts to console the sulking puppy on the floor as the camera captures everything, further embarrassing Jake even more.

Xiulin just walks away laughing, happily taking her win.

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user: huhu clingy puppy hates being alone without his members

user2: it’s starting to look like Aohi’s just taking care of her seven sons hahahah

user3: oh… gentle monster Jake… my love 🫶

user4: Aohi looks like a mafia’s wife and riki and jungwon’s her bodyguards ㅋㅋㅋ

user5: So Jake’s that type? (clingy hehe)

user6: wait he’s so cute like that

user7: Sim Jaeyun, the babygirl of the babygirls.

user8: not Xiulin outdoing Jake on Pepero day??

user9: someone save Jake from Xiulin she keeps bullying him

user10: Xiulin said Xiuhi >>> Aohyun ㅋㅋㅋ

user11: Xiulin’s afraid of NONE of her oppas 😭

EXHBIT G, ENHYPEN GAINS A NEW MAKNAE:

¡! ❞ Aohi couldn't stop staring at Sunghoon after his haircut, could you really blame her? They made him so adorable, especially with his cute brown and white long-sleeve, it almost felt like ENHYPEN had gone through another addition as she watches Sunghoon look through his magazine with gusto.

(mama cat is so proud of her baby cat..)

Aohi smiles as Sunghoon laughs at something Jay said, feeling her cheeks hurt at how amused she was of Sunghoon, 'did his cheeks get fatter? He has such a cute baby-face.' Aohi thought in her head.

To engenes, this little moment could be taken as either, as a mama cat looking at her kitten with endearment, or a girl being charmed by Sunghoon's boyish charms.

Unfortunately for her, Xiulin was highly observant. "Aohi, why do you keep staring at Sunghoon-hyung like that?" She exposes the girl, who is startled by the sudden attention. Aohi looks around with widened eyes when she sees the boys looking up at her, including Sunghoon.

Aohi could only look at Sunghoon for a few moments before a guilty smile rises, and she covers it with her hand as she turns away, her shoulders shaking as if she was laughing.

(Is she laughing at sunghoon?)

"What?" Sunghoon asked, looking at her bewildered, looking at his outfit and wondering if there was something on him, put on by the boys or stuck on by staff.

Aohi struggles to explain as she waves her hand through her laughs, trying to regain composure. The boys soon join as Aohi further struggles to get a hold of herself.

Xiulin scoffs jokingly as Aohi hits the girls shoulder, as if it would stop her from laughing. "Yah! Don't hit me, I didn't do anything!" She holds Aohi's arm.

"I'm so sorry!" Aohi cried, wiping her tears with her finger as small whimpers of laughing left her lip. "Hoon-oppa just looked so cute, and I couldn't stop staring-"

"I was so embarrassed that someone noticed, that I laughed!" Aohi explained, a small giddy grin is left on her face.

The boys laughed, pushing Sunghoon around to tease him for being cute. "Ey... Aohi thinks you're so cute, aegyo, do aegyo!" Heeseung teased behind him, patting his shoulder with a smirk.

(teasing brothers and shy sunghoon~)

"Ah... stop!" Sunghoon spoke, smiling behind his hand as he tried to hide away from the camera. "Don't tease him!" Aohi laughed, trying to pry the other oppas off of Sunghoon.

"Aish, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, oppa." Aohi giggled, patting the boy's hair before ruffling it, and Sunghoon makes a move to pull at Aohi's hands, his fangs flashing as he grins.

"Ah! No!" Aohi yelped, trying to pull away as Sunghoon tries to get her out of her seat.

(taking you down with me!)

"Guys, the interview!" Xiulin reminded them with a laugh, and the boys sit up quickly, Sunghoon is quick to let go, the remnants of their antics was a toothy grin. "Sorry! I forgot there was an interview!" Aohi laughed.

Aohi readjusts herself onto the chair, making sure she looked nice, before resuming with the interview.

The group quickly adjusts back to being professional, looking through their own magazines as Aohi is caught glancing over at Sunghoon for the rest of the video.

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EXHIBIT H, SUNGHOON IS NOT SLEEPING’S STRONGEST SOLDIER:

¡! ❞ Sunghoon hasn't been feeling the greatest, but he was subjected to a weverse live, so he couldn't rest yet. Sunghoon set up his phone, staff being by him to help place his phone into a holder.

"Can you get through thirty minutes, Sunghoon-ssi?" The staff asked, he looked towards them, debating whether or not to ask if he could cancel tonight's live.

Sunghoon then glances at the clock, it was five minutes until he had to start, and he knows some engenes probably anticipate a live to start. Sunghoon decides against disappointing their fans with no live, and stays quiet.

"Live starting!"

Sunghoon is alerted, trying not to doze off on the couch he sat on. The staff couldn't be even more worried that Sunghoon would fall asleep.

(Sleepy hoonie :( )

"Hi, Engenes!" Sunghoon softly greets, waving a tired arm at the camera, the comments filling up quickly. Sunghoon is energized for a little bit, trying to interact with fans to keep him from dozing off.

It helps for a little while, Sunghoon gets into a rhythm of asking questions to the live and answering a few questions as well.

"Where are the others?" Sunghoon reads, "The others are enjoying their free time before bed, Heeseung is gaming right now.." Sunghoon points behind him, trying to say that the eldest as rooming in the next hotel room to his.

"Aohi and Xiulin? I think they're having dinner, we shouldn't disturb them.." Sunghoon places a finger up to his lips, telling engenes to keep from bothering Aohi and Xiulin.

"Engene, what did you eat for dinner tonight?" Sunghoon yawns as soon as he asks that question, watching the chatroom zoom past with various questions, feeling his eyelids droop.

The staff member looked on with Sunghoon worriedly, they don't want to make any sign that they were in the room, and so their only bet was texting Aohi to come to the room, in case Sunghoon ends up falling asleep.

(Droop droop... eyelids are falling!)

Aohi manages to read the text on time, and she silently enters Sunghoon's and Jay's hotel room, seeing the youngest of the hyuppa line fighting for his life trying to stay awake.

She tiptoes to the scene, gently placing her hands on Sunghoon's shoulders, startling the boy awake for a little. "You scared me..." Aohi giggles at his reaction.

"Hello, engenes! How are we?" Aohi asks, walking around the couch to sit beside Sunghoon who honestly looked ready to let go and knock himself out.

(he can't hold on any longer..)

Aohi manages to get a few sentences out of Sunghoon, answering a few more questions before Aohi turns to Sunghoon, he looked desperate to just close his eyes.

"Want to sleep on my lap, oppa?" Aohi asked, patting her lap. Sunghoon looks to the staff member, who looked like she couldn't say no to Sunghoon's soft and tired pout.

The staff member allowed him to sleep, shooing him off with the flick of her hand as she went back on her phone, Sunghoon grinning happily at the greenlight to sleep.

"Sure, I need a nap.." Sunghoon jokes, even though it was true. Sunghoon lays on Aohi's lap, and instantly the girl's hand gravitates to his soft hair.

Aohi gently runs her fingers through the strands, her acrylic nails seems to lull Sunghoon to sleep. Soon enough, the chat was giggling over how Sunghoon quickly knocked out on Aohi's lap.

"Our penguin was really tired today, engenes.."

(sleep well, little penguin!)

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user: Aohi is every engene during the dicon interview because he looked extremely babygirl in that clip

user2: not hoon being teased by the rest of the hyuppa line 😭

user3: oh to be called cute by the Yoon Aohi 🫵

user4: ahh the way aohi looks at sunghoon ~ hes really her babygirl ㅎㅎㅎ

user5: Aohi notices so much about her members, I always notice her taking care of Riki but Sunghoon too?? 🥹

user6: I’m gonna need a girl who’ll put me to sleep like Aohi does for Sunghoon..

user7: is the massage that good Sunghoon 😞

user8: ㅋㅋㅋ I’m surprised they allowed Sunghoon to sleep on Aohi’s lap, they must’ve felt bad for tiring the poor boy out~

user9: move hoon it’s my turn with Aohi

user10: hoonaohi compilation next!!!

user11: sleep well indeed sunghoon!

EXHIBIT I, SUNOO’S EMOTIONAL MENT:

¡! ❞ Aohi’s favourite part of every concert is that everyone in the group gets to say something nice for the fans after the performance, and in this case, ENHYPEN had a concert in the Philippines, Aohi’s home.

Well, not that Japan isn’t her home either! She misses both homes just as much. Just, something about the air in the Philippines or just the memories that resurface when she steps back into the country makes her feel amazing.

Her favourite thing to do in the Philippines is obviously visit her old home while she has the time to do so, and it makes her happy that she could just relish in being home.

She wanted to mention that when she spoke, looking happily amongst the crowd of fans as each of the members did their moment of speaking, Jungwon going first.

“Aohi actually, speaks a lot about the Philippines,” Jungwon stops to let the translator do her job, “She gets really emotional when we get off the plane—“ Aohi pinches Jungwon gently, telling him to knock it off.

(fans awe at their playful banter..)

“It’s just a little nostalgic for me, that’s all!” The fans seem to scream encouragement to Aohi, she knows about how proud Filipino fans are of their celebrities internationally.

“I just have to say thank you, for letting us perform for you tonight, and we hope that you guys have a great experience, dancing and singing with us!” Jungwon bows as he finishes his ment, earning a gentle elbow from Aohi as she grins.

Jay seems to stop both of them by stepping in the middle, making Aohi pout now that she couldn’t annoy Jungwon, and vice versa.

(Enhypen’s cat line ㅋㅋㅋ)

“Sunoo-hyung, do you want to make a ment as well?” Jungwon spoke, tipping over to look at Sunoo from the end of the line.

Sunoo’s surprised for a little bit at the sudden mention, not having something in mind to talk about. “Ah? Ah!- Yes, uhm…”

Sunoo steps out, glancing towards Aohi, who discreetly sent him a thumbs up of encouragement.

"Well, I want to thank engenes for making the time to come see us..." Aohi claps along with the boys, who agree with Sunoo's words.

"and I'm really grateful that you guys could come to support us, even though we all have such busy lives, it means well that you guys make the time to show us your support, despite not knowing us well—"

Aohi puts her hand up to her lips as Sunoo's lips start to quiver, signaling, maybe a small emotional moment for the boy.

"Sunoo-hyung.. why're you crying?" Ri-ki spoke softly as Sunoo turns before he could even continue, trying to hand his hyung a towel to wipe his tears.

Aohi pouts softly at Sunoo's crying face, leaning back to see if he was okay, before she cuts the line and approached Sunoo with open arms, the boy instantly taking her hug.

"Aigoo-yah.... Sunoo-kun, crying already?" Aohi teased softly, and although Sunoo couldn't understand well, he laughed along with her words, knowing her intentions weren't ill.

"Sunoo-yah! You're just crying to get Aohi's attention!" Sunghoon tried to lighten the mood with the playful accusation, earning a 'no!' from said boy.

The other boys from the hyung line seemed to jump on the tease train as they try to back up Sunghoon, Sunoo smiling as he shook his head, the fans seem to scream in support of Sunghoon, as if trying to make Sunoo smile again.

"Yah! You T-types leave him alone!" Aohi shielded Sunoo from the hyung line, hugging him close and cradling his head with an angry pout, laughs could be heard from the crowd as Sunoo's is picked up by Aohi's mic.

(T-types ganging on the ENFP)

"Aish! We're supposed to be doing ments, get it together, kids!" Xiulin gently smacked Jay's and Heeseung's arms, inevitably ending the goofing session between the group members, a small aww resonated in the arena, enjoying the bickering between members.

Aohi smiled as the groups retained their line-up, but not before she pulls down her mic, covering Sunoo's mic, and putting her free hand up to whisper something in the boy's ear.

Sunoo smiled as he hears the words Aohi whispers, unable to keep his happiness to himself.

"Oppa, I'll be here whenever you cry, don't worry."

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EXHIBIT J, SUNOO's DRESS UP:

¡! ❞ Sunoo and Jungwon were supposed to be the ones to take care of Jjaeyul and Ayun for the day, but in a last minute decision, Aohi was joining them.

Aohi and Sunoo stood together as Jungwon dribbled the stray basketball in the court. Aohi cheers when Jungwon gets it in, a huge smile on her face. "Waahhh, really good, wonie!"

(cheerleader batsy on call!)

Suddenly, a rumbling from behind the door is heard, and Jjaeyul and Ayun make their appearance, Aohi gasping as she made a wave at the kids, who also waved happily back.

"Hello!" Aohi greeted, bending down to get on the kids' level, Aohi was extremely great with kids, having two little siblings herself, she knew her ways around keeping toddlers happy.

The kids started to talk to the trio, trying to get comfortable with the presence of the new hyungs and unnie. "How old are you, unnie?" Jjaeyul asks, looking up at Aohi curiously. "How old am I? Unnie's twenty." Aohi explains, making a zero and a two with her fingers.

"What about the hyungs?" Jjaeyul asked, pointing at Jungwon and Sunoo, who were occupied with familiarizing themselves to Ayun.

Aohi gently takes Jjaeyul's hand in hers, making sure he doesn't point since it was awkward, "the hyung over there, Jungwon-hyung, is twenty, like me." Aohi points to her brown-haired boyfriend, who doesn't seem to hear Aohi talking about him.

Sunoo approaches the two, leaving Jungwon to play with Ayun at the moment. "Hi, Jjaeyul!" Sunoo cheerfully greets, squatting down to gently shake the toddler's hand.

"How old are you?" Jjaeyul is quick to investigate, looking at Sunoo with a curious look, same as Aohi. "Me? I'm twenty-one." Sunoo nods, and Jjaeyul is happy with his answer.

"You are one year older than Aohi-noona?" Jjaeyul asks, Sunoo nods to his questin. "Eung! Why?" Sunoo asks, "You like noona?" Jjaeyul asks, shocking Aohi and Sunoo, leading to a burst of laughter from the girl.

(Sunoo is exposed?!)

"I like Aohi, she is my group-mate." Sunoo replies, looking nervously at Jungwon and Aohi, Jungwon snorts as he overheard their conversation, and Aohi's losing it behind Sunoo.

"Ah... my mom's twenty-seven, and my dad is thirty!" Jjaeyul explains, absolutely oblivious to the reason why Aohi's dying of laughter and Jungwon was trying not to laugh from afar.

"Want to switch? I want to play with Jjaeyul.." Jungwon tries to salvage his hyung's dignity, switching from Jjaeyul to Ayun in hopes that Sunoo doesn't get asked anything embarrassing.

Aohi follows after Sunoo with a smile, shooting Jungwon a thankful glance, because if not for Jungwon switching, Jjaeyul was bound to ask another embarrassing question, and she wasn't sure she was going to survive another laughing attack.

(Jungwon switches teams, team sport!)

Aohi sits beside Sunoo as Ayun pulls out a small stylist kit, complete with nail polish and a working hairdryer. "Hi, Ayun!" Aohi greeted, an adoring smile on her face. Sunoo almost forgot why he was there for a moment, before following after Aohi's greeting.

"Let's paint some nails, Ayunnie!~" Aohi sing-songed, taking the bottle of yellow polish out of the bag, picking Ayun up and placing her in her lap as she puts her hands out, letting Ayun paint her bare nails.

"Waah, you're so good at this, Ayunnie~" Aohi encourages the little toddler in her lap, Sunoo watching with a soft smile from the side lines.

Despite Ayun's lack of perfection, Aohi is happy with her manicure from the little stylist.

(Aohi, Ayun's first satisfied customer!)

"You wanna do Sunoo-oppa's nails next?" Aohi asks, pointing at Sunoo, who nods, putting his hands out for Ayun to work on. The small girl was a little hesitant, before Aohi helps her to paint Sunoo's pinky.

"Wow, oppa looks so good in yellow, Ayun! Good job!" Aohi compliments, setting the stylist off in an energy boost as she's comfortable with continuing Sunoo's manicure.

"I love it, Ayun-ah! You did so well." Sunoo smiles down at his messily painted yellow nails, and stylist Ayun rummages in her bag to get her hairdryer, thinking of drying the polish.

"Are you going to dry our hands?" Aohi asks, pulling her hands back out for her to point her toy hairdryer on. "Woah! It actually works!" Sunoo spoke, placing his chin on Aohi's shoulder.

"Right? It's actually so cool, I might buy one for myself." Aohi jokes, letting Ayun finish her blow-drying service and looking at her now dry nails with a thankful smile. "Thank you, Ayunnie.." Aohi moves aside for Ayun to finish Sunoo's nails.

"Clip?" Ayun spoke, giving the clip to Aohi with one hand as she used her other to blow-dry Sunoo's nails. "For me?" Aohi clarified, pointing to herself, and when Ayun shakes her head, Aohi speaks again.

"For oppa?"

Ayun nods at her words, she was asking Aohi to put the clip on Sunoo since she had dry nails. "Ahh, I get it." Aohi turns to Sunoo as she fixes his hair for her to clip it nicely on Sunoo's head.

(dress-up victim #1, Kim Sunoo ㅋㅋㅋ)

Aohi giggles at the cute scene where Sunoo just has a plastic flower in his hair. "You look so pretty, oppa." Aohi teased, gently running his fingers through the side where the flower wasn't clipped.

Sunoo playfully rolls his eyes, turning to Ayun and leaning his head down, "Do you think I look pretty, Ayun-ah?" Sunoo grins when the toddler nods happily.

"Ayunnie, want to go inside so we can dress Sunoo-oppa in a princess dress?"

"No! The clip is enough!"

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user: Aohi is adorable! She cares so much for sunoo <3

user2: Sunoo’s babygirlism showing to Aohi ㅋㅋㅋ

user3: waahhh.. Aohi’s Sunoo’s protector ㅋㅋㅋ

user4: mama cat protecting sunoo from his teasing brothers hahaha

user5: they’re the cutest ship ever!!! sunoahi 🫶🫶🫶

user6: you know Aohi’s mad if she starts yelling at her oppas ㅋㅋㅋ

user7: Sunoo’s just relishing in Aohi’s attention huhuhu

user8: not aohi trying to put Sunoo in a princess dress lmao

user9: Aohi and Sunoo look like a Family with Ayun 🤭

user10: Aohi is trying to plot Sunoo into being a princess huhu

user11: they’re actually so cute together???? wish companies would let idols date :((

EXHIBIT K, JUNGWON’s FLOWER BOY ERA:

¡! ❞ Jungwon was supposed to go home after lunch, he was supposed to be at home, with Aohi preferably, and relaxing, maybe taking a nap with said girlfriend.

It didn’t seem like the case when the stylist brought on new clothes onto the set, matching clothes.

Aohi smiled at the pair of clothes, thinking it was adorable, she patted the fabric gently, looking over at Jungwon, who had furrowed eyebrows.

(angry cat)

‘Did he not like the outfits?..’ Aohi thought, dropping the fabric from her hands as she approached him. “Don’t like it?—“ Aohi asked, looking at the rack, then back at Jungwon.

“No… I just want to go home.” Jungwon replied, sighing, everyone around him could almost see a cat tail sway sadly while his ears folded down on himself.

“Ah…. Well! Tough it up, buttercup!” Aohi spoke in exaggerated English, patting the boy in the back in a loud manner.

“Ow!” Jungwon yelped as he rubbed his back, making Aohi laugh and rub his back.

“Are you guys done chatting over there yet?” The stylist spoke, looking over at the two cat-like members. “Eung! Coming!”

Aohi steps out of the dressing room, pulling at her skirt, despite it being over her knees. “I really hate skirts…” Aohi mumbled, scratching her head as she walks to the set of the last shoot (hopefully) of the day.

Jungwon’s sits by the stone cylinders by the set, waiting for Aohi so they could start their photoshoot.

He swings his legs around, a little stuck in his mind, whistling softly. “Jungwon-ssi!” The staff member called him over and Jungwon turns to the sound, Aohi had already been waiting for him with a pout.

Jungwon couldn’t help but smile at the pout, if he could, he would’ve already squished Aohi out of cuteness aggression.

(giddy cat ㅋㅋㅋ)

“We’re going to do the shoot in the flower field.” Aohi approached Jungwon and took his hand, and like it was reflex, she quickly intertwines her fingers with his.

To the staff, this was just natural group habits. If Aohi isn’t doing it, Sunghoon is to his other members, Jungwon does the same with Ri-ki like he’s a toddler about to get lost.

The photographer ushers the duo over, and Aohi is asked to sit down on the patch of grass. “Jungwon-ssi, I need you to lay on Aohi’s lap for this.”

Jungwon feels a little hesitant as Aohi grins, she was a naturally affectionate person, always locking pinkies with one of the boys, and if not, with Xiulin.

And since the boys and Aohi can barely show their affections without consequences, she takes what she can get, and one of her boyfriends laying on her lap? It’s practically a jackpot!

(happy aohi!)

Aohi pats her lap happily as Jungwon hesitates to lay down, fearing he might like it so much he wouldn’t want to leave her lap.

“Ey… how come Jungwon gets to lay on Aohi’s lap and I couldn’t even wrap my arm around her last time?” Jake complains from the side, a puppy-like pout.

“Shut it, dog-boy, they’re taking pictures right now.” Xiulin pulled Jake by the ear like a mother would. Jake let out yelps of complaint as he’s pulled away, Xiulin drowning out the boy’s cries.

(ㅋㅋㅋㅋ)

Aohi laughs at the sight, and the photographer takes a picture, and he smiles at the result. “Keep that smile, Aohi-ssi!” The photographer encouraged.

Jungwon could feel his cheeks warm up the more he stayed laying on Aohi’s lap, and it takes everything in his power not to cover his face.

“Won-ah, you look so red!” Aohi laughed, looking down at her lap as Jungwon let out groans of complaint.

“Don’t announce it! I know!” Jungwon replied. Aohi giggled, and she glanced to the side, a small patch of beautiful flowers bloomed beside of them.

Aohi makes a move to pluck a few out, before gently placing it in Jungwon’s hair. She seemed to be in her own little world as she showered her boyfriend in the orange flowers.

The staff makes a move to get their attention, seeing Jungwon and Aohi only looking at each other, and they worry that they forgot that they were in a shoot.

“Aohi-ssi!—“ The staff called, but the photographer stops them, camera in hand. “Don’t, they look really natural, this is perfect..” The photographer whispered, making sure he doesn’t bother the moment the two shared.

Aohi looks up after a while, seeing that the photographer was taking photos without telling them, and her cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Were we still shooting?— I didn’t realize and I already covered Jungwon in flowers—“ Aohi looks down, and Jungwon’s hair was littered with a crown of flowers.

(Aohi’s flower boy..)

“We got our photos, Aohi-ssi, don’t worry!” The photographer reassures her, even walking up to her and showing her the shoots he had gotten.

“Wah! Jungwon-ah, you look so cute!”

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EXHIBIT L, THE STRAY CAT INCIDENT:

¡! ❞ See, when you put Aohi and Jungwon together, they’re the perfect cat duo. They’re both so cat-like that even Jay could sneeze at just the sight of them together.

The two didn’t mind being compared to cats though, because in all fairness they loved cats! Aohi even has some back home!

But they didn’t think it was so serious, especially on one night, where Jungwon and Aohi were making a secret vlog on their own.

“We’re going to get ice-cream, our manager doesn’t know we’re out to the convenience store—“ Aohi spoke softly, fixing her newly-cut bangs for their comeback.

“Aohi! Quickly!” Jungwon ushered as the two ran across the street, a laugh resonating from both of them.

Despite Jungwon’s leadership, with Aohi, it seemed that the girl resorted Jungwon to just a teenager doing teenager things.

(all for the ice cream?)

“Wah- I almost got ran over!-“ Aohi laughed, Jungwon scrunching his nose as he pushes against the girl’s head. “Don’t laugh about it, it was a serious situation!”

Aohi let out a yelp, rubbing the spot where Jungwon pushed. “This, engenes, is why Yang Jungwon is crazy.” Aohi points at Jungwon, who tries to grab the camera with a smile.

“Ah! No! Don’t take away my engenes!” Aohi cried out, running off where she ends up at the front of the No-staff ice cream store.

(arrived at your destination!)

“Won-ah, what are you getting?..” Aohi perched behind the boy, watching him look through the various kinds of ice cream. “Honestly I didn’t even know Korea had so much ice cream..” she mumbled.

“I’m going to get this ice cream!” Jungwon shows a strawberry Samanco to the camera. “Strawberry with chocolate!” Aohi recited a familiar sentence, pointing at the fish.

(Aohi’s aware of fandom jokes ㅋㅋㅋ)

“It doesn’t even have chocolate!” Jungwon laughed. “Still!” Aohi retorted, she hands off the camera to her boyfriend, wandering to look at the other types of ice creams the store had.

Jungwon points the camera at a shopping Aohi, an ice cream in hand. “Look how pretty she is, engenes.” He whispered to the camera, making sure the girl doesn’t hear.

“Aohi’s one of the prettiest girls in the world, don’t you all think?” Jungwon faces the camera, his lips curved in a cattish grin.

“Don’t think about marrying her though, she’s mine!” Jungwon joked, despite it actually being true, well— one in seventh of a fraction, true.

(Catwon protecting his cat wife)

“Wonnie, I’m done!” Aohi calls Jungwon over to the check-out machine, checking her ice-cream in. “You’re eating two?” Jungwon asked, seeing three ice-creams on the machine.

“I wanted to try the grape ice balls.” Aohi explained, showing him the package. Jungwon reads the content as he nods.

“Fair enough.” — “okay, I paid! Let’s go eat it at the park!” Aohi grabbed the bag and started to walk towards the door.

Jungwon walked faster in front of her to hold the door open. Anyone who watched the blog can see how Jungwon looked at Aohi like she was the love of his life.

Jungwon was always looking at Aohi that way, even if she doesn’t see it, and he can’t help it, even when the staff catch him.

Jungwon and Aohi continue to walk down the streets, and Aohi grabs for her screw-bar, opening it. “We’re not even at the park yet..”

“So? I have another one anyway, and i’m hungry!” Aohi took a small bite of her popsicle, Jungwon wincing.

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

Aohi only grins, “I don’t have weak teeth like you, Mr. Yang.” Aohi teased, poking the boy’s shoulder. “Nobody bites ice-cream, Aohi!” Jungwon retaliates, although it is playful.

“Whatever you say, Jungwon.” Aohi calls him by his name, earning a complaint. “Yah!”

“Shh! It’s a stray cat!” Aohi shushed, seeing a calico emerge from the parks’ bushes. Aohi made a small ‘spspsps’ sound, trying to lure it towards them.

The cat approached Aohi, sniffing at her hand, Aohi only started to rub the cat when it deemed her worthy.

“I’m still allergic, you know.” Jungwon spoke from beside her, distancing a step away from Aohi continued to pet it with Gusto.

“Oh You’re adorable! You’re such a cute boy!” Aohi cooed, the stray cat meowing happily in return. “I wish I could take you home.”

“Nuh uh, you have me and Jay-hyung at home.” Jungwon sounded very adamant at keeping the stray cat at the park.

“But!-“ — “Nope!”

(Catwon intimidated by stray cat getting cat wife’s affection)

She pouts, standing up from her squat as Jungwon ushered her over, the stray cat meowing at the sudden absence of Aohi.

“Here, I have sanitizer.” Jungwon pulls Aohi away from the stray cat, pulling his hand sanitizer from his pocket.

“Yah! No! Kitty!” Aohi whined as she’s pulled away from the stray cat, who meowed after her.

(Don’t go!!!)

The stray cat follows the two, as seen from behind the cat duo. “Engenes! I tell you, he’s crazy!” Aohi spoke into the camera, a frown on her face.

“Yah! Stop following us!” Jungwon pointed at the cat from behind him, a meow of defiance being heard.

“C’mere my cat prince!” Aohi cooed at the stray cat. “Save me from Jungwon!”

(I’ll save you, meow!~)

“Okay, blog over, Aohi’s picked me over a stray cat!” Jungwon called out, Aohi yelling ‘no!’. “You’re such a jealous guy, won-ah, it was a cute cat.” Aohi flicked Jungwon’s ear, scolding him for taking her away from the stray cat.

“I’m cuter!” Aohi laughs at this retaliation, patting the huffing Jungwon as he had a frown on his lips, a furrowed brow and his hands balled up.

“Okay, okay— don’t be angry!” Aohi salvaged what she could before Jungwon could lash his leader anger onto Aohi.

“You’re the cutest cat, obviously! You big baby!”

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user: aigoo felinez 😭

user2: jungwon would probably let aohi do anything

user3: Jungwon: you can’t defeat me, I’m leader rest of ENHA: we have an Aohi!

user4: aohi-ssi! Where do you get your cat from?

user5: I want to make Jungwon a flower crown too ㅋㅋㅋ

user6: felinez duo huhuhu

user7: not an actual cat taking Aohi from Jungwon 🤭

user8: they really tried to get aohi into the cat distribution system

user9: jungwon sulking when his cat isn’t better than an actual cat

user10: aohi biting ice cream????

user11: this duo is so funny wth 😭

EXHIBIT M, RI-KI’s ANIMAL CROSSING EXPERIENCE:

¡! ❞ Ri-ki usually gamed when he got home from anything idol-related, and his favourite game to play was always roblox.

Don’t get Aohi wrong, roblox is a fun game, and she loves to somewhat… make fun of some kids (teenagers these days, huh?) but it gets boring sometimes.

And it’s not like they allow bullying on idol vlogs either, so they had to find a family-friendly game to play for their engenes!

So this was where Aohi tries to convince Ri-ki to play Animal Crossing: New Horizons with her.

“We can play minecraft—“ Ri-ki points to the Nintendo version of the block game, getting a complaint from Aohi.

“That’s literally Roblox but survival-based!” Aohi makes him put the packaging down, Ri-ki pouting his lips.

Aohi ignores the fact that it makes Ri-ki look like a little duckling as she scans through the games. “There’s nothing else to play! Let’s just get animal crossing and go!”

“No, please let’s look for something else!” Ri-ki begged, and it was like this for five minutes until Aohi grabs a game, specifically a Barbie game, and threatens the youngest with it.

“You either play this or animal crossing, our engenes are fine with whatever!” Aohi points the Barbie packaging at him, and he seems to sweat-drop.

(sulking duck)

“Okay, but I’m not going to like it.” Aohi turned her head to the other side, “you don’t have to like it, the engenes will enjoy it anyway.”

Ri-ki and Aohi soon get home from their nearest Game Woori, two staff members already waiting for them for the film.

“Ready? We have it all set up for you.” The staff member spoke, gently fixing Aohi’s hair with a clip. “Eung, ki-ah, hurry up!” She called from the bathroom, getting a response.

“I can’t rush going to the bathroom, you know that?” Ri-ki flicks Aohi’s nose, making her glare at him.

“I CaN’T RuSh goING to ThE BathrOOM, yoU KnoW That?” Aohi mocked, and Ri-ki stared, before he started to tickle her out of revenge. Aohi is quick to squeal as she shielded her sides.

“Stop it!” Aohi tried to defend herself, before the staff members broke up the two teens. “Noona started it!” Ri-ki pointed, a laugh leaving his lips when the staff members started to scold Aohi.

(Duck-ki remains victorious over bat-hi!)

“We’ll start soon, let’s get it running!” The staff member reminded, and Aohi actually started to take the vlog seriously.

“In three, two….” The staff used his hand to signal one, and the blog was off!

“Hello, engenes!” Aohi smiled and waved her hands towards the camera, Ri-ki joining with a smile of his own.

(naohi gaming session, start!)

“Ri-ki actually didn’t want to play animal crossing, and he actually wanted to play minecraft—“ Aohi spoke, turning her nintendo switch on, "But he's been playing roblox, and he needed a relaxing game."

"So, I already have my own island—" Aohi gets a complaint from the youngest, "How come you have an island already?—" Aohi clicks her tongue and turns to Ri-ki with an annoyed look.

"How much longer are you going to interrupt me?"

(Ri-ki sweat-drops...)

"Sorry, noona..." Ri-ki spoke from his seat, a giddy smile on his face when Aohi returns to her switch. "Anyways, we'll just set Ri-ki up, and then we can get him to start his island!"

Aohi and Ri-ki spent the next hour creating their islands, along with starting Ri-ki off, and Aohi is irked with his starter villagers, "Yah! No way you got Genji and Renee!" She looks at Ri-ki's switch with furrowed brows.

"Stay jealous!" Ri-ki laughed, pulling his switch away as Aohi pouted. "Whatever, just start your island already!"

The remaining time (edited by staff to be fifteen minutes most) ends with Ri-ki being forced to decorate his island by Aohi while she showed a tour of her own island.

"So, I kind of, tried to recreate my hometown back in Japan, thankfully there was a lot of items so I was able to—" Aohi is interrupted by a tap on the shoulder by Ri-ki.

“Noona, I finished.” Aohi looked at him with a blank look, it’s been twenty minutes. What could Ri-ki have possibly decorated in twenty minutes?

“What did you do?” Aohi cut straight to the chase, looking unamused, expecting a mess of random furniture strewn around the whole island.

“I did what you asked!” Ri-ki laughed, and Aohi wasn’t convinced. “You can’t of done much with twenty minutes.” Ri-ki just grinned and Aohi couldn’t feel any easier.

(mischievous grin ㅋㅋㅋ)

“Come visit, I’ll show you!”

Aohi prepared herself for the mess Ri-ki made, to her, it felt more like taking care of a toddler the way Ri-ki would do the childish things you’d see him do.

The switch started its transition while connecting her device to Ri-ki’s.

“Engenes, I’m really scared.” Aohi honestly stated, staring at the camera with a worried side eye.

(???)

“I haven’t even done anything?” Ri-ki complained, looking at her shocked. “That’s what makes it worse! You’re gonna do something!” Aohi whined, looking to the staff members for help as they stared back, shaking their head, amused.

“I actually did something nice though, really.” Ri-li greets Aohi’s avatar at the airport, “how do you get clothes like that?..” Ri-ki asked, looking at Aohi’s avatar, looking like her.

“Because I’m cool.” Aohi replied, “now show me what you did!”

Ri-ki runs through the island with Aohi, and as the girl continued to see more and more trees and natural land, Aohi starts to feel like she’s been bamboozled by Ri-ki.

“Did you lie to me?” — “no, just walk a little further!”

Aohi sighs and does what he says, walking up to find a small place where Ri-ki had made a small park like area, with a pond in the middle.

“Oh!- Wait!- you actually decorated something!” Aohi gasped, looking around at the flowers Ri-ki collected over his island. “Wah! It’s actually so pretty!”

(impressed bat-hi)

“Noona, read this part..” Ri-ki showed Aohi a sign at a bench by the middle of the park. “Why? What does it say?” Aohi’s avatar sits by the bench while she read the sign.

“‘Ri-ki loves Aohi-noona’—“ Aohi smiles as she reads the sign, feeling her cheeks warm at the digital confession.

Ri-ki smiles at Aohi’s blushing cheeks, and it takes him his entire patience and strength to not bring his hand up to pinch her cheek or smother her in a kiss.

“Yah!- corny, it’s so corny!” Aohi shooed it off by playfully scolding Ri-ki with his teenage confession, in animal crossing no less!

(duck-ki confession.. success??)

Ri-ki giggled as Aohi playfully hit him over the shoulder, telling him to knock it off— “Is that you saying no?” Ri-ki tilts his head.

Aohi takes this opportunity to look at the camera, “only Engenes have my heart!” She makes a heart shape with her hands, looking through the middle of it with a wink.

(heart attack!)

Ri-ki just smiles, knowing that behind this fan service, Aohi has long given her heart to him and his six hyungs.

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

EXHIBIT N, AOHI’s LITTLE DUCKLING:

¡! ❞ ENHYPEN was given a week off to relax, and what better way to spend it if not to a small vacation? Aohi, Xiulin and the boys were brought to a small vacation house, where they were to spend the entirety of the week!

The group decided to travel by car, four members in each, Aohi being the extra inside of the hyung line's car

Aohi buzzed in her car seat happily, currently the passenger princess in Heeseung's Chevrolet Camaro. The group was fairly quiet, the car being filled of Aohi's music.

Aohi looked out the window, humming along with Basics by Twice, blasting on her side of the car.

"Aohi-yah, I'm opening the window." Heeseung announced, looking to his safety mirror before rolling down the passenger window, Aohi squeals at the sudden brush of air from the slight opening.

"My hair!" Aohi complained, holding her pins in place. The hyung line laughs at Aohi's pout, watching her fix her hair. "You look fine." Jay spoke, fixing her strands from the backseat.

(hairstylist Jay to the rescue!)

Heeseung spoke a soft apology, his eyes on the road. Aohi ruffled in the passenger seat. "Oppa, you have the seat warmer so high, are you trying to cook my butt?" Aohi grumbled, turning down the heat as she leaned back.

"Sorry, sorry!" Heeseung replied, soon enough the car arrived to the small vacation house, it was a beach house!

"Wah! Look at the beach!" Aohi enthusiastically pointed out the window, Heeseung parked the car and unlocked his seatbelt, doing the same for Aohi as he opened his driver's door.

Heeseung jogged from one side to the other, opening the door for her. "Thanks, seungie-ah." Aohi spoke, grabbing her stuff and getting out of her passenger seat.

(Heeseung's passenger princess treatment..)

"Hyung, you don't do that for us!" Sunghoon laughed, getting out after Jay, who was busy grabbing their stuff from the trunk.

Heeseung just shrugged at Sunghoon, closing the door when Aohi has walked away. "You have hands." And with that reply, Sunghoon sulks.

Aohi approaches the beach house, Xiulin and Sunoo calling after her. "Batsy! Wait up!" Xiulin called out, jogging up to her as Aohi opened the clear glass door. "You two are so fast!" Sunoo complained, joining the girls.

"Just excited is all, sorry, Sunoo-oppa." Aohi walked into the living room, gasping at the pretty interior, "Wah! It has a sun-roof!" Aohi pointed up at the ceiling.

"Oh now, we definitely have to take photos!" Sunoo gasped, Aohi agreeing with a squeal, the two jumped for joy like two high-schoolers at the mere thought of getting the perfect golden photos.

(photogenic duo jumps for joy!)

"Noona," Ri-ki emerged from the front entrance of the home, making a bee-line for Aohi, who turned around at the sound of him. "What's up, Ri-ki-san?" She instantly opens her arms for Ri-ki, the youngest happily taking his spot.

"I want to sleep." Ri-ki's muffled voice spoke, the mic he wore rubbing against Aohi's sweater. "Then sleep, you big duck." Aohi retorted.

"Puma! I'm a puma!" Ri-ki complained, pulling away with a pout, and Aohi laughs at the youngest's sulking behaviour. "You're still a baby-duck, don't get me started."

"Go join the others, guys! I have to cook!" Jay spoke, bringing the last of the bags inside the home. "I want to help!" Aohi raised her hand, following a grocery carrying Jay into the kitchen.

The film-camera zoomed in on Ri-ki, who seemed contemplate where to go, before turning to the kitchen and following after Aohi.

(Duck-ki follows after mama bat..)

"Yah! Go outside, I can't have three in the kitchen!" Jay tried to shoo Ri-ki away as soon as he appears by the hall of the kitchen from the living room.

"Did you follow me, ki-ah?" Aohi giggled, washing her hands as Ri-ki sat by the table in the kitchen. "I won't be in your way hyung, don't worry."

Ri-ki watched as Jay glanced at him with a distrustful look, before setting up his workspace. "Oppa, which veggie did you want me to cut again?" Aohi dried her hands as she pulls out a cutting board from seemingly nowhere.

Ri-ki peers from behind her, curious of what she was doing. "The potatoes, garlic and then just pluck the greens." Jay gently places three potatoes on her board, handing her a peeler.

(ENHYPEN's personal chefs, Aohi and Jay!)

"Are you sure you want to just watch me? Sunghoon and Jake-oppa are going swimming." Aohi looked out the window of the beach house, seeing the two hyungs ruffling around the shallow part of the waters.

Ri-ki just shakes his head. "I'll join later, I want to watch noona." Jay makes a side-eye, "Just Aohi? What about me?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. "You're not pretty enough." Ri-ki shrugged, and Jay scoffs.

"Wow, don't eat my food anymore, you hear?" Aohi laughs at Jay's and Ri-ki's playful conflict.

"As in to say! Hyung, you're too masculine and you're handsome, you know?" Ri-ki makes a smooth save, hoping to keep his Chef Jay privilege.

"Uh huh, thought so.." Jay spoke.

The trio continued to silently work. Aohi peeling potatoes and then cutting them. She finishes by placing the cubed potatoes into cold water, making sure they don't bruise over.

"I'll do the garlic, just finish the greens and then you can go, okay?" Jay patted Aohi's head gently, making her lean into his hand. "Eung!"

Ri-ki watched the interaction with puckered lips and squinted eyes, as if like a jealous duckling. "Aohi-noona, me too! Give me a headpat!" Ri-ki ordered, leaving his seat to approach the girl who was washing greens.

"What? Why? You didn't do anything-" Aohi looked over her shoulder. "I want one, anyway!" Aohi let out a huff, looking down at her greens. "Go ask Jay-oppa! I'm doing something!"

Ri-ki frowns at this, "I want one from you though." And at this, Aohi clicks her tongue. "Okay, just, let me finish washing and plucking this, and if you can wait, I'll give you a headpat." She compromises.

Ri-ki seemed to smile, satisfied with the deal, nodding softly and sitting back down. "I don't know how you handle him, he's so scary especially with his height." Aohi snorts at Jay's words, pushing her hips into his.

"he's just a big duck, that's all. We're talking about the same boy who can't sleep in a bed without someone being in it." Aohi replies, looking behind her to see Ri-ki playing on his phone.

(Clingy duck waits patiently for Aohi ㅋㅋㅋ)

"I guess you're right.." Jay looked along with Aohi, before turning back to cutting the carrots. "It makes it less scarier when we know he follows you around so much." Aohi gives Jay a side eye, before looking at the camera set up in the kitchen with a 'is he serious?' look.

Soon enough, Aohi finished with her kitchen tasks, cleaning her space. "I'm going to go join the oppas for swimming, do you need any more help?" Ahi asks Jay, who was stirring pasta sauce in a pan. "No, go have fun, batsy." Jay ushered her.

Aohi nods and places her stuff away to join Xiulin and the others on the beach. Ri-ki finally looks up from his phone to see Aohi leaving, and he silently leaves along with her.

"Ri-ki, are you good with shrimp?- Ri-ki?" Jay seems to ask into the air, turning to see the youngest was gone. "Seriously? He followed after Aohi?"

"Noona.." Ri-ki called after her, Aohi jumping as she walked down the wooden porch, looking behind her with a look of surprise. "Yah! Did you just follow after me in silence? How long have you been behind me?"

Ri-ki stayed quiet, his lips in a slight pout. "You said you'd give me a pat." He points to his head. "Aish..." Aohi clicks her tongue.

"Here, c'mon." Aohi ushers with a sigh, urging him to lean down as the camera catches the pat on camera. "You and your headpats, eung? The boys can't get one without you getting one, huh?" Aohi spoke, making a 'tsk, tsk' sound.

"You still spoil me though." a sigh leaves Aohi.

"You're right..."

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ comments:

user1: not Aohi threatening Ri-ki with a barbie video game 😭

user2: I think Naohi is the cutest between all of them, Ri-ki can’t leave his noona alone ㅋㅋㅋ

user3: Ri-ki’s so cute making a pond for her in acnh — I hope he continues with his island for her

user4: Aohi’s going to be a good mother because she has seven boys following her everywhere huhuhu

user5: You’d think it would be the other way around but noo Aohi has these boys tripping over each other

user6: Aohi’s so cute taking care of Ri-ki, I want a headpat from her too!

user7: Ri-ki’s so real for confessing to Aohi, me too ri-ki me too

user8: “only engenes have my heart” oh Yoon Aohi, You’re for the ladies 😭

user9: ive never seen such a big guy follow after someone as small as Aohi— gives me whiplash

user10: the last scene is just Jaohi and their son, ri-ki ㅋㅋㅋ

user11: now, Aohi being babygirl for enhypen next!

bonus! EXHBIT O, AOHI’s CASE OF THE CLINGIES!

¡! ❞ The TV closes with a click, Aohi yawning. "I didn't think the boys were so clingy, that there was a compilation." She looks up at Xiulin, who had an arm around Aohi.

The two cuddled on the couch late at night, the boys already sleeping in their own respective rooms.

"I don't know how you never notice it, they're so clingy, I can't even get close to you without them being asleep or on the other side of the country." Xiulin snorted, patting Aohi's head.

"I guess it just feels normal, I'm surprised the fans don't really connect the dots." Aohi shrugs, tightening her arms around Xiulin as the older girl hums.

"I think some fans have, but then again, them saying anything is a reach because we can't date our group members." Xiulin replied, glancing down at Aohi, who sleepily stared at her with a soft smile.

"Why aren't you clingy with me, unnie?" Aohi asked softly, her eyelids drooping at the midnight fatigue hitting her. Xiulin laughs quietly at her question, her hand running themselves in the girl's dyed hair.

Aohi hums, "Why're you laughing?" Xiulin shakes her head, "I don't need to be clingy because you already cling to me first." Xiulin smiled, she ruffles her hair last minute as Aohi pulls away with a grin.

"Then I'll stop depending on unnie!" Xiulin playfully scoffs at the bold statement. "I doubt you'll last before I break." Aohi whines at her words, Xiulin never letting her win their playful banter.

"One day, I'll win over your arguments, unnie.." Xiulin shakes her head, "Sure, you can dream about it tonight." Aohi groans at her words, rolling around, as if playfully annoyed with Xiulin's smart remarks.

"It's late, we should head to sleep." Xiulin starts to move from her spot. "Nuh uh, I'm too tired to move to the bedroom, let's just sleep here." Aohi yawns, further proving her point.

"You're right," Xiulin sighs and lays back down on their couch, and Aohi happily takes her spot next to Xiulin, squishing against each other to fit the small space.

Xiulin closes the few lights on with a remote, and a small bit of shuffling is heard, Aohi trying to get comfortable, the two girls laid in the dark for a bit, a yawn leaving Aohi.

"Goodnight, unnie." — "Goodnight, my babygirl."

"Unnie!" — "Sleep!"

#˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑺 𝑨𝑶𝑯𝑰!#enhypen #enhypen 8th member #enhypen added member #enhypen addition #enhypen au #enhypen eighth member #enhypen female oc #enhypen fic #enhypen ot7 #enhypen members #enhypen x oc #enhypen x fem oc #kpop addition #kpop added member #enhypen oc

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illiterateaffairs · 1 year ago

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DISTRACTIONS IV | CATCHING FEELINGS

pairing: jamie tartt x f!reader (ted lasso)

rating: T

word count: 2,468

summary: you and jamie are a couple...a couple of besties with benefits! that’s definitely all this is.

A/N: very excited about this one - even though its a little shorter! also wanted to let you all know since i have chapters planned out almost through the end of the season, i have this idea of revisiting chapters and writing “missing scenes” to fill some gaps, like within this one which you’ll see. let me know if you’d be into that?

distractions masterlist | previous chapter

After Jamie showed up at your door the evening following their loss to West Ham, you did not stop sleeping together. Two nights turned into three, and then into four. Once you passed five, you decided to upgrade your relationship to friends with benefits status. Jamie was honestly happy that meant you considered him a friend.

The two of you usually hooked up after Richmond lost a game, which had unfortunately been happening a lot as of late. Sometimes Jamie would find you after a training session with Roy to relieve some tension. Occasionally you went to Jamie when you were feeling anxious about work or something reminded you of Mason. And while the team mourned the loss of Zava after he announced his retirement, Jamie was the happiest you’d ever seen him. (You think you might have had the best sex of your life that night.)

At some point, you’d added other locations to your repertoire, other than your bedroom and sometimes your shower. On rare occasions you’d meet up in your office for a quickie, or even Jamie’s car in the parking lot after everyone had left when you couldn’t wait to get home. Only once had you tried to spend the night at Jamie’s, but at the crack of dawn, Roy was banging on his door for another practice. That was the last time you did that.

You had to admit, you got a thrill out of sneaking around. You’d gotten less skittish at the office, sharing secret looks with Jamie during practices. Rebecca was still the only one who knew. A week into your new arrangement, she’d inquired about your situation, which you explained. She still seemed weary, but less so because of Jamie and more so because she didn’t think a casual relationship was the best idea. If you’d asked yourself a year ago, you would have agreed. But now, you kind of enjoyed the lack of pressure surrounding your dynamic. Jamie was obviously very skilled when it came to sex, but he was also fun to be around. Your pillow talk conversations were often the highlights of your day. You’d talk about your days and vent when you’d need to. Sometimes you’d get little nuggets about Jamie’s life and childhood, and you’d let him in on some details about your life as well. The more you got to know him, the more you liked him.

As a friend of course. Rebecca also warned you that if feelings got involved in your situation, things could get messy. But you weren’t worried about it. Sure, you and Jamie playfully flirt from time to time, but you’d do that around the office in plain sight too. It was just Jamie’s thing. This dynamic you had was just innocent, casual fun. That’s what you two agreed to and that's what you wanted.

Jamie was also enjoying your arrangement. Unbeknownst to you, from the second he saw you, he’d found you appealing. Though, when he’d found out you were working for the team, he thought any chance of hooking up with you was off the table. Then he assumed you were seeing Sam, and he would absolutely never interfere with one of his best mate’s relationship. But when he’d found out you were available, he’d crumbled under the pressure. He got to know you a little bit, which made it harder to initiate anything. That was until you initiated it that night in his car and he couldn’t have been more thrilled. He honestly hadn’t expected it to go further than that night, but he couldn’t resist you. You were addictive, and extremely good at distracting him. Not just when you were fucking - which was mind-blowing - but also during the in-between moments when you’d whisper to each other under the sheets.Your mere presence was so soothing, he wished he could be enraptured in it all the time.

That’s honestly the worst part of your deal; that it was secret and he couldn’t just wrap you up and listen to you breathe whenever he felt anxious.

The fact that you have such a hold on him only adds to his anxiousness, though. He knows that your relationship is strictly sexual, but platonic, and he’s not worried about wanting more than that. He knew he wasn’t exactly boyfriend material, and wasn’t sure if relationships were something he wanted, at least at this point in his life. But he couldn’t help being attached to you. No one’s ever been so kind to him; so attentive and gentle. So, while your arrangement may be fleeting, he wanted to soak up the affection while he could.

That’s why he feels so off when he doesn't see you around the club today.

The team had an early training time, so when he didn’t see you before, he figured you probably just hadn’t arrived yet. But then he didn’t see you around lunch time either. He nonchalantly asked Sam if he’d heard from you, as he spotted him while he lifted weights, but his friend hadn’t heard from you either. That didn’t sit right with him.

He tried texting you after that, not once but twice, but you didn’t answer. That was also out of character. He knew it bothered you when there were red bubbles over your apps, but you hadn’t even read the text.

As a last ditch effort, he even found himself asking Colin or Isaac if they knew anything but of course they didn’t.

Jamie was nervously staring at your text chain as he walked out of the locker room at the end of the day. Still nothing. Not looking at where he was going, he ends up running straight into Rebecca. He apologizes distractedly before taking another step towards the door, when she calls out to him.

“She’s at home.” Jamie looks at her with a quirked eyebrow, so she clarifies by saying your name. “She called in sick so I gave her the day off.”

Though he’s grateful for the information, he fidgets nervously, “How did you…”

“She told me about you two, or rather I figured it out. But I haven’t said a word to anyone else,” she explains reassuringly, “Plus you’ve been wandering around like a lost puppy all day. Wasn’t hard to guess why.”

Jamie flushes, but smiles tightly in thanks before wishing his boss a goodnight. On his way to run some spur of the moment errands, he wonders what kind of things you’ve told Rebecca.

As the sun sets for the night, you’re finally forcing yourself out of bed.

You weren’t sick sick. You were on your period, and this morning you’d woken up with a migraine and some of the worst cramps you’ve had in a while. It wasn’t uncommon for you to feel this bad every couple of months, but when it got this severe, there was no way you could function as a human being. So you made yourself persevere through the pain for a few moments to call Rebecca and explain the situation at hand. She was quick to suggest you stay home, and while you weren’t surprised, you still adored her for understanding. Best boss ever.

When your pain is bad, you can only stomach so much food, so you just pick on things like crackers to hold you over. Now that it was nearing dinner time, and your headache had finally subsided, you were ravenous. You quickly search for nearby pizza places and select the first thing that comes up on Google and place a delivery order.

While you wait, you curl up with a blanket on your couch and turn on one of your favorite Grey’s Anatomy episodes. You’re only ten minutes in when there’s a knock on your door. You begrudgingly stand up, impressed that your pizza had come so fast. When you pull the door open, you instead find Jamie standing there with a bag of groceries.

“You’re not pizza.”

Jamie narrows his eyes at you, “And you don’t look sick.”

Your shoulders sag, “Rebecca told you?”

Jamie nods, “Yeah, I was worried. Wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Your heart warms. You pull your door open wider, and he doesn’t hesitate to enter.

“I’m sorry I worried you,” you shove your hands in your sweatshirt pocket awkwardly, “I’m actually not technically sick, just on my period, which I’m sure is exactly what you want to hear.”

Jamie surprises you by not visibly reacting to your admission.

“Damn, I wish I’d known that, otherwise I would have picked up different things.” he draws your attention back to the paper grocery bag in his hands as he sets it on your coffee table. He starts pulling out items as he lists them off, “I got you some soup, some tissues, a shit-ton of different medicines because I didn’t know what kind of sick you were. Some gummy bears, but that’s just cause I know you like those.”

You try not to be overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness, “Aw, Jamie, you didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugs, not making direct eye contact, “Sorry most of it's not very helpful. Although, this might still work?” He pulls one last thing from the brown brag: a carton of Neapolitan ice cream.

You gasp, immediately taking the item into your hands. “You are a saint. I will be saving this for later.”

Jamie smiles as he follows you to the kitchen where you transfer the ice cream to the freezer. It's at this moment he also realizes you’re wearing one of his Richmond sweatshirts he must’ve left behind one night. He keeps this realization to himself.

“D’you say you ordered pizza?”

“Yeah. You’re welcome to stay if you want, there’ll be plenty.

“Where from?”

“Uhh,” you scratch your head trying to recall the name of the place, “Pizzeria Pellegrini, I think?”

Jamie groans, “That place is rubbish, you should have ordered from Lucia’s.”

For some reason, a small smile makes its way on your face, “I’m sorry I didn’t consult you first, Mr. Pizza Expert.”

“Well, now you know,” Jamie pulls out his phone and begins tapping up a storm.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Ordering us a pizza from Lucia’s. You like pepperoni, right?”

“Jamie,” you gasp exaggeratedly, “I already ordered one. It will be here any minute.”

“Well, now you’ll have two, so save room. I’ll get express delivery. I need you to try both so you know which is superior.” he snickers and you roll your eyes, “Anything else I should get?”

You shake your head amusedly, but still ask, “Can you get me a side of ranch, please?”

Jamie scoffs, “Aren’t you getting some with your first order?”

Okay, he knows you too well.

“Yeah, but every restaurant has a specific ranch. I can’t have Lucia pizza with Pellegrini ranch, that’s insane.”

He gives you a crazy look, “No, I think you’re insane.”

“Look, I’m right and you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

Jamie shakes his head, but bites back a laugh. He orders you a pepperoni pizza with extra ranch.

As you lead him back to the couch, you catch him up on your evening plans of binging Grey’s.

“But we don’t have to watch if you don’t want to. We can watch something else, or…”

Jamie sits beside you on the couch and shrugs, “You’re the one feeling like shit, we can do whatever you want.”

“Alright, then buckle up, Tartt,” you chuckle, pressing play on the remote.

As the episode continues, Jamie asks questions about what is happening and who the characters are. Normally, you’d be annoyed with the constant talking over the show, but you like that he seems genuinely interested. So you fill him in on what has happened in the episode so far, and some backstory for the characters.

“Wait so there’s a bomb in that person’s body?” “Yup.” And then he’s hooked.

Both of your pizzas arrive at different points during the two-part episode, and you give in and admit his pizza place is better. You even let him share your ranch dressing. However, your eyes widen in horror when he goes to dip a piece of Lucia’s pizza into Pellegrini’s ranch.

“What the hell are you doing?” you exclaim, sitting up slightly.

“I’m going to prove your theory wrong,” Jamie scoffs, shoving the slice into his mouth.

You watch in anticipation and smirk in satisfaction when he frowns.

“Okay, you’re right. This is wrong.” he immediately switches out the cups of ranch.

You bob your head up and down, “Yeah, it's sacrilegious.”

“Each ranch just compliments its own pizza so well!”

You press your hand to your chest and smile, “You get me.”

After dinner, the two of you treat yourself to bowls of ice cream and settle back into the couch. Jamie lets you lay across it, while your feet rest in his lap. With Grey’s Anatomy becoming background noise, you two chat quietly. Jamie tells you about his day and how stressed out the team has been with all the losses.

“I’m sorry I can’t help you destress tonight,” you joke, referring to your usual nighttime activities that are being cockblocked by your favorite week of the month.

Jamie chuckles, absentmindedly rubbing your ankle. “S’alright. Just being here’s made me feel better.”

You look at Jamie thoughtfully as he continues staring at your television screen. Before you’re really aware of what you’re doing, you sit up and plant a light kiss on his cheek.

He turns to you a little caught off guard, but not bothered. “What was that for?”

“Just because.”

You go back in for a kiss on his lips this time, and he immediately reciprocates. When you pull back, you give him a shy smile before laying back down on the couch, wrapping your blanket around you, and turning back to your comfort show. Out of your peripherals you can see a small smirk settle on Jamie’s face as he refocuses on Grey’s Anatomy as well.

You’re proud that you pulled that off nonchalantly because inside you were feeling anything but. An uncomfortable feeling settles in your stomach as you come to the realization that that wasn’t just a casual kiss. You kissed Jamie because you wanted to, not just as a prelude to sex. All night he’d been attentive to your needs, genuinely interested in hearing what you had to say even when it was nonsensical ramblings about a show you liked, and just an overall sweetheart. The more you think about it, he was always like this when you two were together, even when he was teasing you. It didn’t help that he also looked especially good tonight.

Holy shit, were you…falling for him? When you explicitly said you weren’t going to?

Well this certainly won’t end well.

A/N: this apartment scene and the car scene from part two are the first things i thought of and inspired this whole story :’) can’t wait to know what you guys think!

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fan-goddess · 6 months ago

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MY ANALYSIS OF THE SCENE BELOW

Gif and photo credit goes to @barbieaemond

A/N: First of all! I want to say these are personal opinions and ideas I have come up with and discussed further on! None of the things I will say are confirmed! I am merely speculating and debating theories! The start is less on topic but it gets more focused the more I talk.

I didn’t want to bother users by directly tagging but there users are there and in some cases links to their posts are added in bold. I also bolded certain quotes.

Okay, first of all I want to discuss the words they had playing when they showed this scene before we look into the scene itself. When listening to the voiceover I couldn't tell who it was who was saying the quote, but after putting on the captions I found its Larys Strong which is interesting given his character is pretty much the master of whispers. He's the man who knows everything on everyone the man behind the curtains as shown in season 1 when he manipulated Alicent to make her believe she was responsible for Harrenhals fire and therefore make her guilty enough for her to feel the need to keep Larys in kingslanding where hes at his most powerful. Why go back to Harrenhal and trust his birdies to bring him the information while he sits back when he can do the dirty work himself? That is a key aspect of his character which is why it makes the quote so noteworthy.

The quote itself though is this: The enemy without may be fought with swords. The enemy within is more insidious. Even the use of camera shots which are placed while he's saying that have meaning, as when he says the enemy without its showing Rhaenyra who has lost her daughter, her son, her crown and her throne. And when he says may be fought with swords Aegon shows to be possibly mourning the loss of Jaehaerys, and it's known that after finding out about blood and cheese Aegon went on a rampage killing all ratcatchers in the city. This is showing the shots they’re showing in this line have meaning, meaning we need to take into consideration the scenes/words they show next.

The shot saying The enemy within shows Daemon walking down in a dimly torch lit tunnel somewhere underground with no real indication of where he is. Perhaps they'll play around with blood and cheese by having Daemon come with them to show them the tunnels needed to get to Helaenas chambers, but that would not make sense as it's been highly discussed how Dyana (A maid shown in season 1 who had been a victim of Aegon) would be a part of season 2 for a few episodes, so its much more likely she'll be the one guiding blood and cheese to Helaenas chambers. Though I must say I feel Dyana will most likely be punished and killed for this as she has affectively been part of a plot to kill the innocent son of Helaena. I suspect her guilt will show, and maybe Alicent or maybe even Aegon himself can see that she knows something and questions her, leading to Dyanas confession and death.

Though the scene with Aemond as Larys says is more insidious, that is what caught my eye and no doubt brought you here. We can still that the whole line as part of the reasoning for the use of that scene, as I have discussed with @/anjelicawrites and we have thought of the possibility on this being Aemond crumbling down from his usual, "Tis I the younger brother who studies history and philosophy, it is I who trains with the sword, who rides the largest dragon in the world. It is I who should be-" This is a new side of Aemond. A version of him which we beleive is him finally directly suffering for his actions in the war, AKA killing Luke and indirectly causing the death of Jaehaerys. He looks as though he is becoming something that even he said he would never become as he even says to Criston, as Anjelica mentioned to me, that the two of them were people with morals. It's honestly quite an interesting take as by having the usually stoic Aemond break down in front of this woman, the identity of whom I will talk further on later, shows even he is not safe and that no one is truly immune to the grief of war and that sacrifices must be made by all.

Now we do not know the setting in where the photo takes place but if this truly is a brothel then maybe Aemond went back to the place which truly psychologically hurt him in order to enact punishment on himself, as what punishment can really be done after what Aemond has had to go through. Torture is not an option especially since he's already had to suffer through the major damages of loosing an eye which has already permanently damaged not only Aemonds vision but his whole nervous system. There is a post where a lovely individual goes through the medical side of Aemonds injury which I shall link here for those who would like to take a further look. Going to the brothels as well could be a sign of him becoming what he hates most of all. Aegon. Aegon has always been Aemonds biggest jealousy as he has everything Aemond wants. Aegon has the title of first born son, two eyes, a valyrian wife, heirs, even an actual inheritance and yet he throws it all alway and very easily wanted to when Aegon tried to convince Aemond to allow him to board that boat to wherever he was planning to run off too (Probably Lys when you think about all the people there who have silver hair and the violet eyes.) To see Aemond slowly develop into Aegon would be almost strangely poetic to see as he becomes the epitome of what he hates and wanted most, especially when its just the worst side of Aegon he becomes and not the good parts.

Now onto the context of the scene! The way Aemond is laid on the women suggests intimacy, as he has his hair put down naturally, has his sapphire eye on pure display, and most noticeably of all is naked as the day he was born. He also has his back to the person, which to him especially given his lack of vision on his left side, means he trusts them enough to be vulnerable. People are heavily implying that Aemond is in a brothel, but when you think about how Aemond reacted to the brothel owner in the first season, who it turned out to be the woman who SA'd 10 year old him, I do not believe he would go back there willingly with that much sense of vulnerability around those sort of people. But when you think about the idea of him going back there to punish himself for his misdeeds then it cannot be ruled out as a possibility. Though someone mentioned it didn't seem right how Aemond was the one in the nude while the woman he is laying his head on is still fully dressed, which is certainly odd especially when you remember that when we got a first glimpse of the whores they pretty much walked around the room stark naked with very little clothing. Perhaps Aemond walked in with her naked and demanded she dress in clothing that was either laying about or even brought her clothes for her to wear (possibly Helaenas or even his mothers) we will not know until we watch the scene on screen.

When discussing the position Aemond is in with the woman too like I said earlier defenitely gives an idea on intimacy, possibly bordering on motherly. We know that when Aemond returns from storms end and tells his family of what he had done, 'Queen alicent went pale when she heard what he had done, crying "mother have mercy on us all." nor was ser otto pleased. "you only lost one eye" he is reported to have said. "how could you be so blind?" In the books it is said that since Aemond did kill Luke with intention to kill, he was expecting to revieve pretty much a heroes welcome. But since they changed that and make Lukes death accidently Aemond will no doubt go back to kingslanding feeling grief and regret, with maybe some happiness that he finally in his own way got revenge back for Luke taking his eye. Going back to the almost motherly seeming position he is in, I suggested that perhaps Aemond went to the brothel for a sort of motherly comfort for what he has done as Alicent almost certainly will not be giving it to him for what he has done. Perhaps he went there to get comfort from women but not in a sexual way but in an emotional way so he can feel less at fault for what he has done, even when the physical reminder haunts him daily.

Some people have suggested this to be Alicent who he is with, and whilst that makes sense given the intimacy of the position he's in it does not make much sense to me as why would he be naked with his mother. That to me is more of an Aegon move than an Aemond move. Though it was also brought up how she possibly came into his chambers at night whilst he sleeps nudes which very well could be a possibility so I've decided not to rule out that idea.

Another possible idea on who the woman is is the brothel lady from season 1 who I talked about earlier as being the one who SA’d Aemond when he was 10 years old. When looking at how other people have viewed the picture and came across a user named @/scaly-freaks who gave great insight on this topic which I shall leave a link for here. Firstly they mention how of course CSA is a sensitive topic, I want to mention that first. Though what they further talked about what how in some cases a victim can subconsciously find traits of their abusers in romantic partners (which thinking about it may be why he went for Alys given that she was a much older woman similarly to the brothel worker) or they can return to their abuser even at an older age. I won’t discuss these two points further as consideration for those who may feel triggered with this topic and so I will just say to click on the link for the post and read the rest there. Like I said about Alicent, I will not rule out this brothel woman as a possibility especially as it’s supposedly been confirm that she has filmed some nude scenes for season two. We do not know if she will be the woman in the scene, especially since in the picture the woman is seen wearing clothing, she may have filmed some general brothel scenes involving Aegon. I read another user @/lovelykhaleesiii theory about who the woman was and she said it was the brothel women and that it was her, as possibly Aegon may have taken him to the brothel to celebrate Luke’s death as we’re apparently getting scenes of Aegon at the whore house. This would make a lot of sense given the evidence shown and makes it a lot more believable as to why Aemond is in a brothel in the first place as like I had mentioned earlier it’s a more Aegon thing to do not really an Aemond act. Also a user named @/magnificentdelusionr has spoken out about how apparently the woman Aemond is with and the brothel lady share the same scar, so my belief in this being the woman has increased I’ll tell you that now. Though like I said, I will not rule her out as a possibility. The evidence for the brothel is bellow. I think this may be the most likely theory honestly given all the evidence that has been shown for her to be the one Aemond is with.

Now, this third possibility for who the woman is technically unknown as we do not know who she is. The actress from the scenes shown appears to be a dancer and the theory as it shows in the photo shown bellow is that she may have been sent by Mysaria as a distraction for Aemond. But looking at the scenes (pictures of which are shown in the twitter post down bellow) I don’t believe the scene in the top right is of Aemond and her, purely from the fact Aemond does not wear rings and the fact it looks very similar to Daemons ring. Furthermore the woman looks as though to be a younger Aemma purely from her face shape so that is why I’ve decided to rule out this theory. I will admit that it’s a high possibility that Aemond would be seduced by a dragonseed, as in my mind Aemond wants tradition of his culture. If he could’ve he would’ve married Helaena, as those are the ways of his people and the culture he cares for. He also, as was shown in the scene where Driftmarks inheritance was called into question, is seen to have a great admiration for Daemon who has married two women of Valyrian blood and has fathered technically 6 children (two of which did not survive past the womb). Aemond in my mind if the war never happened would’ve 100% been a sort of student under Daemons wing so in my mind it is not hard to imagine Aemond as wanting to mimic Daemon in his own way, that way being bedding a Valyrian woman. Yet even so when looking at the dragonseed people believe to be the woman Aemond was with I believe she plays a different part of season 2, my belief is that her role of season 2 is to be one of the dragonseeds team black or team green hunt down to try and recruit, as it was said team black went around Westeros finding anyone of dragon blood and offering them a chance of a dragon. So I do not think she is who Aemond is with.

Now the final idea on who the woman is is Alys Rivers. I have seen people freaking out over the idea of Alys changing her looks to seduce Daemon, and that is who we see in the scene shown at the top left of the twitter post screenshotted above. But that is not Alys style as there is honestly less of a chance she could get shit done with Daemon. What there is though is a chance she could use Aemond given he was younger, more naive and ultimately more emotional and needing an outlet she is happy to become to ensure her freedom. Though in context with the scene, when discussing the idea about Alys with @/anjelicawrites, she brought up the idea about Alys possibly visiting Aemond in a dream. This lead me to think about her doing this which would ultimately force Aemond to come to Harrenhal and fulfil his ‘duty’ of coming to Alys and giving her a son of pale hair. I spoke to her saying how I like the idea of Alys visiting Aemond in his dreams, as this would further the witch allegations. With the context of the scene though I believe she could put this image of a finally calm Aemond who is finally at peace with himself in his mind and make him crave that part of himself. This would ultimately force him to come to Harrenhal in the future. One thing I do want to bring up is this connection that was brought to my attention by user @/boundlessfantasy. They made the connection about Alys possibility being the woman holding Aemond in a dream since Ewan said in the interview with TGC where they discussed three scenes from season 1, that the process of killing Luke haunts his dreams possibly hinting at a dream aspect of the season. This may end up being just a sarcastic comment, but if this actually a hidden Easter egg then I must applaud Ewan for being so sneaky. There is a screenshot of the interview down bellow with the line also a link to the interview here.

We cannot see the woman’s face therefore we cannot be sure on this woman’s identity, but out of these four main theories on the woman’s identity I think this is most strongest in my opinion. Though us could very well be some random women we’ve never seen in the series before so I very much am not exoecting my theories or anyone else’s to be particularly right. I accept them all (pretty much) but am expecting pretty much for the unexpected.

Some other theories though I would like to take into consideration is the idea it’s Helaena in the picture. I do like that idea as it brings further this idea of Helaemond, a ship I do enjoy personally, especially as they hinted at the idea that Aemond was the father of Helaenas children. The clothing the woman is wearing by the looks of it does seem to be a similar shade of blue that Helaena is usually seen wearing, and there are seem similarities in the hands (this idea was brought to my attention by @/lady-phasma who has talked on this idea on their account) Though I do suggest you click on the photos bellow to see them much more up close as then it’ll be a clearer image. Helaena and Aemond have been shown to be close together so it’s no surprise if he’d want to break down and show weakness with her. It’s a very intimate position as his back is to her showing he in his own way trusts the woman, making it believable this woman could be Helaena. I haven’t made this a main theory as there are some more compelling evidence for the other cases but still I will say this theory is quite strong especially when looking at other theories like the idea the woman is Alicent.

And the final theory on who the person is which I would like to take into consideration is that the person Aemond is with is Aegon. Now I’m sorry to have to break it to the Aegmond shippers but I do believe out of all these 6 theories I’ve talked about this one is least likely. For one it’s clearly a woman who Aemond is with, given the way the body is shaped, even when we cannot see her breasts. I will admit I have seen people though speculating it’s Aegon which is why I’ve decided to mention it and discuss it. One user named @/cyeco13 has done some incredible art of what it would look like if Aegon was the person Aemond was with and I shall link it here for those who wish to go see it (I do recommend it!)

Okay, out of the six Ive decided to rank those that I believe are most believable to be the woman!

1) The brothel madam

2) Helaena + Alys (as I’m tied with these theories not gonna lie)

3) Alicent

4) The unnamed dancing dragonseed woman in the trailer

5) Aegon

This is all I really can say on the matter as there are constant new theories daily and sad to say I cannot directly talk about them all. Still send me your favourite theories I am interested in hearing and if people would like debating them with me.

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Eleven- Why is it always her?

(a/n: i was so excited about this part i had to post it as soon as i was done writing :D Enjoy!!)

TW: MENTIONS OF WEIGHT, ED AND SEXUAL ASSAULT.

wc: 4.7k(?).

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You have had a bad morning. If not the worst in a while. Your mom had gone a little crazy again. That’s how it always has been, your relationship with her was never stable. And deep down you know it will never be. but hope had always found its way into your heart. Blooming endlessly on the days where she is a little quieter, a little timid. So when you woke up this morning and saw her in the kitchen, a glass of red wine in her hand and a string of curses falling from her lips directed at one of the poor maids. The little garden of hope in your heart died as quickly as it grew.

Nonetheless you were still excited about today, the idea of finally watching the plan you have been thinking about come to life makes you all giddy.

“All done?” You ask, arms crossed on your chest as you watch Wooyoung jog towards you. A bright smile on his face and hair a cute fluffy mess on top of his head “Yes Queen.” You smile back at him as he takes his spot on the right, next to you. Leaning his head on your shoulder. He’s panting, trying to catch his breath “Good boy.” You untangle your arms, bringing your palm and caressing his cheek lovingly. And just like a cute puppy there’s a light pink tinting his cheek that he tries to hide, chuckling as he buries his head in your shoulder further.

“Are you a baby? Get off her.” Yeosang speaks from your left. Voice shamelessly dripping with venomous jealousy and a glare so dark if Wooyoung wasn’t so familiar with Yeosang harmless bullets he’d be running away by now.

“Your jealousy is showing again. Yeo.” Wooyoung spits back however with a lot less venom and more a teasing edge in his voice. He pushes it further by squeezing your arm a little harder, buries his face in your neck and watches out of the corner of his eyes as Yeosang rolls his eyes grumbling a ‘whatever’ under his breath. You end their bickering by linking your other free arm with Yeosang's “Thanks for coming Yeo, I know you hate these things.” And it’s true. Yeosang never participated in any of the little pranks you and Wooyoung liked to pull sometimes. So you were honestly surprised when Wooyoung greeted you this morning by your car with a grumpy Yeosang following right behind him.

He relaxes next to you, the few words dripping with so little sweetness seem to do the trick. "Anything for you, kitty." He replies, The frown immediately melts off his face and is replaced by a soft smile that he tries so hard to hide as well. Ducking his head as if you didn’t already catch it. Your heart can’t help but swell with harmless affection for the two boys.

“Are you sure everything is sorted out?” You ask again, eyeing Wooyoung beside you “Yeah we just wait for Yeji to appear, and the show shall begin.” He replies, eyes following the random students passing by and throwing glances at you. By now you were used to the attention, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. A pair of eyes following wherever you went happens so much that it became the new norm for you. Although the attention does seem to be intensified simply because you and your friends are never seen around campus. Or at least not as much as people would like. Usually preferring to stay indoors and away from too many prying eyes. But just for today’s show specifically you thought an audience wouldn’t hurt.

You admit your last work was sloppy, leaving evidence behind and showing up at the crime scene so shamelessly. It’s no wonder Hyunjin doubted you right away. Although he couldn’t link it to you directly but no matter how many times you denied it, it’s not gonna change the fact that it was you after all and you had foolishly gotten caught by him.

You felt the need to redeem yourself today even though your little prank is still too childish for your liking for now childish pranks are the only thing you're capable of pulling. You knew if you wanted to pull anything….hardcore. You will need Hyunjin to be somewhere far from her and that seems a little impossible now. Since for whatever reason they always seem to be stuck together.

Hyunjin is another problem, ultimately you don’t care what he thinks and you’ll keep denying everything he throws at you but that doesn’t change the fact that having him on your back constantly is annoying. And knowing him and how stubborn he is he won’t let it go until he proves it’s been you all along.

Which is why for today’s show you decided to step back, watching from afar and letting someone else do your dirty work. Nothing a little batting of your eyelashes and money couldn’t get. Wooyoung flirting did help too, he can be quite charming when he's not acting like a dork.

However, your biggest advocate is definitely that gossip account. If anything happens to Yeji and Hyunjin doubts you, you can simply blame it on his crazy fangirls. It’s not farfetched for Yeji to get targeted after being the rumored girlfriend of the prince of jyp himself.

“They’re here.” Wooyoung whispers, nudging you with his elbow. You follow where his eyes are looking and as he said there they are. Yeji and Hyunjin walking side by side.

You try not to focus on the way their hands are brushing, the way that Hyunjin looks so relaxed next to her. Blonde hair blown by the wind, he looks like a dream. A dream that you seem to have every single night and more than anything a dream that is always far away from your reach. Your heart twists painfully when Yeji laughs, throwing her head back she puts her hand on his shoulder, so casually. You can’t help but be taken back to when this was you. When you were the one walking next him, when you were the one he’s smiling at.

You don’t notice how hard your nails are digging into Yeosang’s arm until he moves it, instead taking your palm and intertwining your fingers together.

On your right, you watch Wooyoung signal to the girl he seduced earlier this morning to begin the show. She pulls up her hoodie, hiding her face behind big square glasses. Grabbing her tray that has a plate full of spaghetti sauce on and very little spaghetti on it. She makes a beeline towards Yeji. Keeping her head down and just like Wooyoung had instructed her to do she crashes right into Yeji. The contents of her plate ends up on Yeji from head to toe. Too obviously purposeful that it makes you cringe at the poor execution.

Both of the girls end up on the ground from how strong the impact of them colliding. Wooyoung starts chuckling from beside you and you can’t blame him. Yeji has sauce all over hair, dripping down the side of her and her light beige shirt is now colored maroon, she looks pathetic. Embarrassed as the students around them stop whatever they’re doing to look at them. A small crowd starts to form around them but not big enough to block your vision, wondering whispers of what's going being thrown around.

A short laugh escapes you at the sight, you have thought about it all night but seeing her in front of you like is so much more better than you could ever imagine. Wooyoung starts laughing harder and you nudge him “Shh!” you attempt to shush him with a wide grin fighting its way on your face. He purses his lips, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth “I’m trying.” He chokes out between giggles.

From this distant you can’t really hear what they’re saying but from the shaking of Yeji’s head, waving her hand around in dismissive manner you assume that she was getting apologies thrown at her.

What a stupid girl.

And just like you predicted Hyunjin is there next to her, worry evident in the furrow of his brows and his habit of puckering his lips in a manner akin to a pout that it’s adorable. It’s the same look he used to shoot your way whenever you got hurt back then. It hits you again how that could have been you. You had thought it all night, all the possible scenarios orf Hyunjin helping Yeji. The way he would react, what he would say and what kind of expression would he make.

You didn’t know why but you knew you had to prepare yourself for it. You told yourself if you thought about it long enough you won’t feel anything when it really happens. Yet seeing him there, crouched next to her still felt like a dagger was plunged into your heart. And you can't understand the sinking feeling in your stomach.

Your smile falters when again just like you predicted Hyunjin helps her stand up, a hand on her shoulder. He’s so much taller than her, so much wider that when he starts guiding her to what you assume to be the restroom. It’s like he’s shielding her from the curious and shocked stares around them.

They pass by you and Hyunjin doesn’t spare you a glance, doesn’t even notice you standing there and you don’t realize you were holding your breath until they’re out of sight. Were you waiting for him to notice you? Is that why you’re feeling hurt? Is that why you’re so bothered by the fact that he’s so busy taking care of Yeji to even notice you? But you knew this was gonna happen it's only common sense so why are you feeling this way?

Yeji had looked so pathetic, so hilariously embarrassed reeking of food yet you didn’t even feel an ounce of satisfaction because Hyunjin was next to her.

“Is your other bitch in place?” You ask Wooyoung who shoots you an offended look “She’s not my bitch.” Seeming to notice your sour mood and your dark gaze, he sighs “yeah she is waiting for Yeji in one of the stalls.”

“Good.” You reply, untangling your hand from Yeosang and start walking the same direction where Hyunjin and Yeji went “Where are you going?” Yeosang yells after you “Taking matters into my own hands. Don’t follow me.” You reply looking back at both boys to show them how serious you were being before continuing your route.

You knew you had to get this dagger out of your chest somehow. Which is why you had to talk to Yeji yourself. You don’t care if she rats you out to Hyunjin anymore. You just want this heavy feeling in your chest to be gone already. And if these childish pranks aren't doing the trick maybe talking to her directly would.

You thought you’d find Hyunjin waiting in front of the restroom for Yeji so when you get there you’re pleasantly surprised to find the halls empty. However when you twisted the doorknob open you didn’t expect to find both of them inside. And you for sure did not expect Yeji to be topless with only a black bra on, her tomato sauce covered shirt is thrown on the floor and Hyunjin’s jacket is now over her shoulder leaving him only in his plain white shirt.

She turns to look at you and her eyes are red with tears and if this was in any other situation you’d be gleaming with happiness. Heck maybe you will start laughing in her face just to watch her cry more. But your heart only grows heavier at the sight of Hyunjin cleaning her hair for her, wiping it hopelessly with tissues that definitely will not get that sauce out of it. You only grow angrier, sadder at the fact that she’s so casually topless and is surrounded with Hyunjin’s scent.

Your original plan was to come in here and unleash your anger at her, pull this stupid dagger out of your heart and plunged it into her instead, But you can’t do that. Not when Hyunjin is right there. So you knew you had to improvise.

Your nails start digging into your palms hard enough to draw blood yet you widen your eyes in fake innocence, form your lips into a pout and walk towards them. Ignoring the way Hyunjin’s eyes sharpen, gaze turning into a glare in contrast to the way he was softly looking at Yeji two seconds ago.

“What do you want Y/N?” His tone is harsh, full of venom and it’s not like you expected anything else. You ignore him “Are you okay Yeji?” you ask, feigning concern. A single tear starts rolling down her cheek, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. She looks pathetically weak. The laughing Yeji from minutes ago is long gone. And in a sick way a sliver of satisfaction makes its way up your stomach.

You lean closer to her, your hand brushing her arm. She flinches and that’s when Hyunjin pulls her towards him, his arm comes up between you as if it shield her from you “Don’t touch her.” He spits through gritted teeth. The satisfaction you felt dies right away and the same anger only builds up more at the way he’s treating you as if you were some kind of wolf that’s gonna eat his precious little pet.

But you control your composure “I’m just trying to help.” You tell him softly, looking up at him through your eyelashes but Hyunjin doesn’t even falter. The ice in his eyes remain as cold as if he sees right through your act.

“It’s okay, jinnie.” Yeji speaks out weakly from behind him, hand on his arms and you try your hardest to keep your eyes from looking down at it.

Jinnie? Just who this girl thinks she is?

“Are you okay Yeji? Do you need any clothes? I have an extra sweater in my car.” You ask when Hyunjin steps back and away from both of you. He keeps his gaze on you watching your every move and trying to analyze if you’re being sincere or if this is just another stunt you’re pulling.

“I’m okay, thanks for asking Y/N.” She wipes her tears, sniffling and pulls at Hyunjin’s jacket to cover herself with pink cheeks.

So she’s feeling shy around you but not around him? Just how much of her have he seen?

The questions roaming around your head are too suffocating.

“Should I go grab my sweater for you?” You tilt your head in an attempt to appear nicer, smiling at her and leaning down to her level since she’s a little shorter than you. but she avoids your eyes. Focusing on something on the floor. She opens her mouth to speak but Hyunjin beats her to it “She already has my jacket. She doesn’t need your clothes.” You glare back at him and you guys stare at each other silently “you expect her to walk around with your jacket only and nothing underneath?” he keeps quiet, keeps his expression blank and when you raise a challenging eyebrow at him, urging him to argue back. He tsks, looking away.

You straighten your posture. Pushing your hair back with your hand you let out a sigh “God was that girl blind? How could she not see you?” You try to make conversation feeling the tension grow thicker the longer the silence stretches. You try to not think about the fact that this tension is only present whenever you and Hyunjin are in the same room.

But you can’t help but wonder if he feels it too? Or was it one sided like everything you’ve ever felt for him?

“It’s okay. It was an unfortunate accident.” Yeji says with the same dismissive waving hands she was doing earlier. An innocent smile starting to tug at her lips as she takes some of the tissues they have piled up on the sink and starts wiping the remaining sauce on her hair.

You stare at her blankly. An unfortunate accident? It was so obviously on purpose you could tell from a mile away. Was this girl really this innocent and stupid or was she just pretending? For the first time ever you couldn’t tell.

You find yourself unable to say anything back. Your anger wavering and unstable. You look in the mirror only to find Hyunjin already staring at you. He doesn’t look away when you lock gazes in the mirror, doesn’t budge and instead you’re the one starting to feel overwhelmed by all the confusing emotions clashing inside of you. It's like overwhelming draining cycle of you getting angry only to end up sad and disappointed. It's like no matter how much you try to get your anger out, to feel better you end up feeling more miserable. Today was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to be out there with Wooyoung and Yeosang recalling the pathetic look Yeji had on her face and laughing about it.

But all these expectations die and burn into nothing as soon as you see them together and then you're left there to pick up the ash and wonder to yourself what any of this means.

You don’t realize the blue expression that takes over your face and you don’t realize how fast Hyunjin notices. How his eyes start to soften because in that small moment of vulnerability you subconsciously showed he saw flickers of the old you. The you that he had fallen for so effortlessly. His heart starts hammering in his chest and his own emotions battle against each other.

This is exactly why he hated seeing you, he hated how every time he saw you, you somehow were the same person he loved yet so different that it only built stupid hope inside of him. That maybe you weren’t some vicious and a horrible person and maybe the sweet and loving you from high school is still there somewhere. It only built stupid hope that latched onto him and squeezed any logical thinking he had.

He lets out a sigh, looking away from you and your pretty innocent eyes that only seem to drag him deeper into your darkness. He refuses to be swept away by you.

“I’ll wait for you outside okay, Ji?” he says patting on her shoulder, a friendly gesture that only turn your insides into knots twisting and twisting tighter when he passes by you. Shoulders brushing but he doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t even glare at you this time like you aren’t even worth any attention from him. The negative emotions take over your entire body and they start eating you from the inside.

Silence settles between you as Yeji continues cleaning her self, the only noise filling the room is the sound of running water that she soon closes “I’m sorry about Jinnie,” she speaks first, her fingers fidgeting with a piece of tissue “I heard a little bit about what happened between you two.” She says weirdly nervous. Maybe because she knows how sensitive this subject or maybe it’s the undeniable intimidation she feels towards you.

“Is that so?” Your tone is no longer dripped with cheap honey, instead it’s lifeless. Cold and perhaps that’s why Yeji finally looks at you, eyes wide and concerned. Is she scared she upset you?

“Hyunjin is not a bad person. He’s just a little hard to deal with.” She pathetically tries to explain as if you didn’t know Hyunjin first. As if you weren’t his first love, first kiss, first everything. You almost want to scoff at her. Something akin to disappointment and a lot like heartbreak pulls at every part of you when you realize none of it matters. You were first but you are nothing now.

“I know.” Is the only thing that manages to escape your mouth. You smile at her a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. The bubbling anger you felt is no loner evident in your bones and you’re no longer seeing red, Instead the only thing you feel is sadness clawing at you. Suddenly the sight of Yeji crying and looking pathetic is no longer satisfying the more you remember how through it all Hyunjin was next to her. Hyunjin is kind to her, he takes care of her. Speaks to her so softly and it’s the complete opposite to the way he treats you. And for reasons you’ll never admit. It kills you.

Yeji smiles back at you awkwardly, seeming like she doesn’t know what to say. Your eyes flit across the stalls, you see one of the doors slightly ajar. Guessing that’s where Wooyoung's girl is. You decide not to interfere and let the rest of the play go as planned.

“Mhm is there something there?” Yeji asks innocently, turning to look at where you’re looking and you shake your head “I’ll let you be.” You tell her and she nods at you slowly with confusion written all over her face. You leave the restroom, closing the door you find Hyunjin waiting outside, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. You share a short look before you start walking.

“what’s your deal?” He asks when you pass by him and you stop in front of him, turning to face him. Years of hardened tension seeps into the air around you immediately. You’re sure if you breath it in it’ll choke you.

“What?” you ask, tilting your head and looking up at him, and a strand of your dark hair falls over your face. And Hyunjin tries his hardest not to stare at you but you’re so pretty. So pretty it feels criminal. Fuck he was already fighting against the urge to stare at your thighs in that short little skirt but now that he’s face to face with you in so long. It’s hard to stop his eyes from trailing over your features, lingering a second too long at your plush lips. It's not like he didn't know you were pretty, you always had been. Always had this magnetic aura around you. But god the first time he saw you again was magical, he recognized you right away and even then you still stole his breath but in a different way. You had flourished in such a pretty flower, grown more into your feminine side. He felt bitter like the universe wanted to rub it in his face how much more beautiful you had become.

“What was that with Yeji just now?” his tone is nothing like his softening eyes, mean and monotone “I was just trying to be nice” you reply with faux pureness that the both of you know does not exist in you.

He straightens, keeps his eyes on you and you can tell he knows you’re lying. It’s not like you were trying that hard to hide it. A playful smile starts tugging at your lips but it vanishes right as quick as it comes when Hyunjin is taking a step towards you, you step back a little nervous but he keeps going until your back hits the wall. His arm stretch out and his palm is flat against the wall. Caging you. You’re breathless, startled and didn’t expect him to be all up in your space all of sudden.

“I don’t like these games you’re playing, Y/N” his eyes alight with pure hatred and another emotion mixed in there yet your heart hammers against your ribcage wildly, almost like it’s begging to be let out.

“I-I’m not playing any games.” You argue weakly, almost cringe at yourself for stuttering and if anything you just want to disappear because Hyunjin’s lips tilt in a smirk, suddenly taking in the situation you guys are in. He does admit that his inflated ego only grows at the sight of the unattainable Y/N blushing and avoiding his gaze.

“You seem a little nervous,” he comments sarcastically, tapping his index finger on your chin and you slap his hand away. Looking up at him with a glare that is not threatening one bit “You’re all up in my space I can’t breath.” You attempt to push him away with your hands on his chest, ignoring how hard it feels but Hyunjin doesn’t budge, Doesn’t move a single step and he keeps his eyes locked on you. Watching in amusement as you try to break from him. In that moment his mind runs wild and he can finally understand why Yeosang and Wooyoung call you kitty all the time. It suits you so well. You look just like cat fighting for their owner’s attention.

At the silence you look up at Hyunjin with a glare again, a string of curses dies on your lips when you notice that he’s unfocused. Instead his eyes are fixated on your thighs, the dark hatred in his eyes is slowly melting into lust and the lines are blurring between you two. You’re blushing, overwhelmed and confused by the way he’s acting but more than anything you’re confused by the flash of scalding heat that his stare sends through your body.

Your hands fall to your thighs, palms flat against them in a poor attempt to cover them up. Hyunjin notices, lets out a scoff and looks at you “Don’t worry. I’m not interested in you or your body.” His voice drips in mockery and your face burns in embarrassment and anger. You gather enough strength to push him again and this time he steps back, that same stupid smirk on his lips “Fuck off.” You grumble, pressing the back of your hand on your lips. Another poor attempt to hide your red face. Hyunjin can’t help but chuckle because he can’t take you seriously not when you look so much like an angry kitten. He couldn’t understand how he went from wanting to kill you to wanting to devour you in mere seconds. A part of him liked that though, he liked the fact that you always acted all high and mighty but was a blushing mess the moment he was a little too close to you.

If he knew how easy it was to break you he’d have tried this a long time ago.

Just then the door of the restroom busts open, slamming loudly against the wall and breaking whatever bubble the two of you were in. A girl runs out, almost tripping but picks herself right up and starts sprinting away. A disheveled Yeji follows, a panicked look on her face with Hyunjin’s now zipped jacket on her “H-hyunjin!” she starts crying and Hyunjin is by her side right away. Ignoring the fact that you were there again. Like he wasn't just staring at you like he wanted you moments ago “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asks frantically, hands on her shoulders and eyes scanning her body “someone-“ she chokes on her tears, a sob wrecking through her body “someone was trying to take pictures of me while I was undressing” it all happens in a blur, Hyunjin yelling something in anger that you block out and then he’s running after the girl. While Yeji stands there crying. She looks at you and you don’t know what kind of expression you have on. But she’s terrified and for some reason in that moment you know she somehow figured out you were behind all of this.

You watch as she starts walking away, running after Hyunjin as well. You stand there and think about everything, in the end everything went perfectly according to plan. Everything happened exactly like how you imagined, just like how you and Wooyoung talked. You embarrassed Yeji in front of countless students, made her cry and if anything she seems scared of you now. It's exactly what you wanted yet you don't feel good at all. In fact your heart feels heavier than ever and there's tears threatening to fall the longer you stand there.

You can’t help but feel like a piece of trash that has been tossed aside for something better, something nicer.

That night when you’re back home, you find your mom in the kitchen another glass of wine in her hand and a mess of papers on the kitchen island in front of her “What’s all this?” you ask, walking to stand next to her.

“Did a background check on your father’s little….” She staring blankly at the wall, eyes empty “little side entertainment.” She finishes. It’s specially moments like these that make you feel sorry for her. She’s just a woman who fell in love with a man who didn’t love her back. How ironic. You think to yourself as you wrap your arms around her waist and hug her. Head resting on her shoulder. She doesn’t really move nor hug you back. You didn’t remember the last time she hugged you back.

“I’m sorry mommy.” You whisper softly, and she pats your hands in cold touches that are loveless “are you still following your diet, Y/N?”

You nod against her shoulder “Yes mommy.” She sighs, untangling herself from your embraces and drinks the remaining last bits of her wine “Her daughter weighs 2.5 kgs less than you, so we need to work hard yeah?” she says cupping your cheeks and looks at you for the first time today, you force a smile on despite the feeling of your heart breaking for the second time today “Yes mommy.” You reply like you always do and she never smiles back and her hands are always so cold but you don’t flinch “Good girl.” She compliments emotionlessly and she leaves you there, alone to pick up the pieces of your broken heart. You bite your lips to stop your tears from falling, telling yourself not matter how shitty you felt today you will not cry but then you look down at all the papers laid in front of you and despite all the expectations you had for today you didn’t expect a picture of Yeji to be smiling back at you.

Why is it always her?

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Synopsis: It girl, Queen Bee the most popular girl around campus Song Y/N was envied by everyone. She has it all, money, the looks and brains. After making a bet with her bestfriend Yeosang her life takes a turn to the worse, seeming to lose everyone around her she doesn't expect the only person to stick by her side to be her Ex-first love and long time enemy - Hwang Hyunjin.

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