#but uhm i was easily like almost twice this fast earlier

[oflgtfol]

i got a milkshake from haagen dazs earlier and it gave me incredible heart palpitations that lasted for an hour so bad it made me light headed and feeling nauseous and i finally calmed down but i still have a remaining headache and a bit of nausea and now my nose is bleeding. never getting haagen dazs ever agaun

[yunhofingers-writes]

Let’s Play A Game- SeongSang

Note♥︎- Please I was working on this for a week..Special thank you to @tenelkadjowrites for giving me advice <3 and This is an early Happy Birthday for @multidreams-and-desires since i’ll be a bit busy for these past two days for my recital. I’ll give you something better if you don’t like this though ! also sorry for taking so long with an update for “Diary Fantasies” I was going through writers block.. comments will be nice please

Genre♡︎- Smut

Warnings/Tags♥︎- Degrading (slut), Master, Top! Hwa, bottom! Yeo, MXM SMUT, unprotected sex, choking, oral, dirty talk, rimming, Seonghwa got big dick syndrome, talks of restraints, and Yeosang has blonde hair and Seonghwa has black hair here

Pairing: Yeosang X Seonghwa

Word count♡︎- 1,973+

❥-Yeosang smiled as he applied the clear lip gloss to his lips. Seonghwa called him earlier, telling him he wants to play a game with him and telling him to dress pretty for him. Yeosang had on white, see through briefs with roses decorating them, a white choker that connected to his nipple clamps, and a long, white, high knee socks.

Now, Yeosang isn’t one to lose or back down from a challenge so he easily accepted it. He got dressed and sat on the bed, waiting for Seonghwa to get back from the shower.

He almost dozed off waiting for Seonghwa until he heard the bathroom door open. He sat up and looked at the way Seonghwa walked in with just a towel on. His eyes traveled to the water dripping off of his abs, his tiny waist, and the thick bulge that poked out of the towel.

“My eyes are here, baby.” Yeosang looked up at Seonghwa with wide eyes, licking his lips.

“I see.” Yeosang responded and got up doing a small spin. “I dressed up nice for you like you asked.”

Seonghwa felt himself twitch at the boy’s choice of ‘dressed up' and walked over to him, towel loosening up every step he took.

“Don’t you look gorgeous.” Seonghwa lightly traced the clamps, tugging once his finger reached the middle part. “You look so pretty, baby. Can I take a picture of you?” Seonghwa asked and Yeosang nodded, looking at Seonghwa with huge puppy eyes.

Seonghwa took more than one picture with Yeosang in different angles and different poses. He was going to continue until Yeosang had asked him what was the game he wanted to play.

Seonghwa stopped what he was doing and put his phone up only to get on top of Yeosang, attacking his lips with his. Yeosang noticed and snatched the towel from Seonghwa’s waist, throwing it to the side. Seonghwa bit Yeosang’s bottom lip, pulling away, stretching it. He squeezed his stomach in lightly at the faint touch of Seonghwa’s cock touching him.

Seonghwa smirked and got up, biting his lip at how Yeosang already had looked fucked out. His head turned towards the left, cock hard and leaking through his briefs, and his eyes were completely dazed.

Seonghwa wanted to ruin him.

Yeosang looked up at Seonghwa, ready to find out what the game was going to be.

Seonghwa finally answered Yeosang’s unanswered question.

“I want you to tell me your most dirtiest fantasy.” He kissed Yeosang’s belly.

That’s all he wanted? Yeosang wandered. They don’t usually have ‘kinky’ sex or anything, just the usual, casual sex. Nothing thrilling really and Yeosang really didn’t want to tell him his fantasy, specifically because it is.. nasty.

“Here’s where the real game began. I’m going to touch your pretty body as much as I want and where I want while you’re telling me. If you moan even once, you’ll have to tell me a different fantasy.”

“Wait, so even if i’m in the middle of the story and I moan-“

“You’ll have to switch to a different one.” Seonghwa finished

“And what if I win?”

“Then you’ll get my cock in any position you want.”

Yeosang blushed. He never knew Seonghwa had such a filthy mouth like this until now. He didn’t know how to react to it.

“What if I run out of fantasies?” Yeosang felt bad he kept questioning, but he needed to know.

Seonghwa smiled reassuringly .

“You’ll only have 3 tries, baby. If I win, you can’t cum tonight.”

Seonghwa is kind of enjoying this. He went out earlier with Wooyoung to go shopping and asked Wooyoung has Yeosang ever told him anything he likes during sex, because he noticed Yeosang seemed kind of bored with casual sex. He told Seonghwa that Yeosang really like sex games and lots of dirty talk so he spent the rest of the day learning different things about ‘dirty talk’ and different kind of sex games and his favorite has to be ‘oral dice’ he’s definitely going to try that.

Yeosang stopped to think about it and decided ‘fuck it.’ He agreed and laid down, waiting for Seonghwa to start.

Seonghwa took a deep breath before starting. He palmed Yeosang through his briefs, squeezing him lightly to tell him he’s ready for him to start.

Yeosang's breath hitched before he could start. He closed his eyes, feeling Seonghwa’s hand rub up and down his torso.

“I’ve had this one dream.” He swallowed, hips jumping up when Seonghwa pinched his nipple. “Y-you were u-uhm, you were saying all of these dirty things to me.” He was almost done. He’s going to win on his first try.

“Mhm what dirty things, baby?” Seonghwa rasped, tugging at the nipple clamps making Yeosang moan out loud. “Aw, I really wanted to know what dirty things I was telling you, baby. Oh well, I'm sure that you have something else in that pretty, dirty mind of yours.” Seonghwa smirked and Yeosang frowned. He wanted to win on his first try.

He’s going to win this time, he’s determined. He calmed his nerves and straightened his back.

“I’m starting again.” Seonghwa warned before touching Yeosang’s inner thighs, lightly.

“I once daydreamed at work, thinking about how big your cock is.” He bit his lip, stopping the moan from coming from his throat at the way Seonghwa finally pulled his cock out of his briefs.

“Y-your hands were holding my hands down above my h-head and you were f-fucking my mouth.” He finished with a deep breath.

Seonghwa looked up at Yeosang with a dark gaze.

“Tell me, what was I saying to you? Was I whispering filthy things to you while you took my cock? Seonghwa asked before taking Yeosang full.

Yeosang moaned loudly, feeling Seonghwa’s mouth on his cock. He thrusted his hips up, wanting more. Seonghwa pulled up and laughed at him

“Everytime we get to the good part, you end up moaning, baby.” He teased and Yeosang threw his head back, upset that Seonghwa’s mouth isn’t on him anymore.

“That’s not fair, you literally put your mouth on me.” He whined and Seonghwa just smiled at him.

“I said I'll touch wherever and however I want , didn't I? He tilted his head and Yeosang rolled his eyes.

“Aww baby, are you sad that you’re finally losing?” Seonghwa pouted at him.

“I won’t lose.” He told Seonghwa, licking his hand only to rub Seonghwa’s cock twice, biting his lip at the deep groan Seonghwa let out.

“We’re playing like that? Okay.” Seonghwa cracked his neck and got on top of Yeosang, leaning down by his ear. “Same rules except this time you have to tell me everything I've said to you in the second fantasy.”

Yeosang shivered at Seonghwa’s words, breathing heavily at the intense moment in the air. He had to think about what story was the first one for a moment.

He took another deep breath. Now this time is his time to win. He’s going to win.

“You were calling me degrading names.” Yeosang felt Seonghwa take off his briefs. “You said I looked pathetic, thrusting in the air trying to feel friction.” Yeosang’s breath hitched when Seonghwa licked his hole with his flat tongue, but he continued anyway. “Y-you called me a nasty slut and came down my throat.” He finally finished.

Seonghwa hummed and added a finger inside of him. “You won, baby.” He smiled at him and turned his finger inside of yeosang. “You can have me anyway you want.”

Yeosang moaned loudly, happy that he could now make noise. His hands went down to rub his cock, he yelped the moment Seonghwa’s hand made contact with his hand.

“Did I tell you to touch yourself, slut?” Seonghwa almost growled out, adding another finger inside of him.

Yeosang whined at the words that left his throat. He wants to hear more of that. Seonghwa sounded so fucking good like that, growling, voice deep in his dom tone.

Seonghwa scissored Yeosang’s hole with his two fingers. Yeosang’s moans were like music to his ears. Listening to Yeosang’s moans could make him bust right there.

“You sound so fucking hot.” He took a dramatic pause just to thrust his two fingers inside of the blonde and groaned at the way Yeosang whined. “Taking my fingers like a good boy.” He smirked.

Yeosang threw his head back and tugged with his nipple clamps . “Y-yes, i’m your good boy, master.” The word slipped out almost too fast for him to catch it. His fast turned a deep pink color, embarrassed that he let that out.

Seonghwa paid no mind to it and added another finger. “Once I finish prepping you, you can have master any way you want, baby. I’ll even choke you since you like being choked. Even if it’s not with my cock.” Seonghwa licked his lips at the thought of choking Yeosang with his cock.

He curled his finger inside of Yeosang, chuckling darkly. Yeosang wailed loudly, his cock now red and angry.

“I-I’m ready, Seonghwa. Just please.” He begged and Seonghwa tsk’ed.

“I’m sorry, who?”

Yeosang blushed and looked down at Seonghwa. “M-master, I'm ready to take your cock.”

Seonghwa curled once more before taking his fingers out of Yeosang, cleaning them on the bed.

“How do you want me, baby?”

Yeosang thought about it before smiling at Seonghwa. “I want to ride you.”

They quickly switched positions after hearing that. Seonghwa was holding his cock in place so Yeosang can slide down. Yeosang slowly slid down, his ass facing Seonghwa with a small shudder. His body went limp when Seonghwa bottomed out inside of him. Seonghwa groaned and held on to Yeosang’s hips tightly.

Yeosang just stayed there for a minute or two before he decided he was ready to move. He placed his hands on Seonghwa’s shin and began bouncing.

Seonghwa slapped Yeosang’s ass hard, biting his lip at the sight in front of him. He watched the way Yeosang’s ass bounced in front of him, the way his cock disappeared in Yeosang.

“G-god, baby.. come on, you move faster.” He teased, gripping Yeosang’s ass hard. That’s definitely going to leave a mark there if his hand for a while.

“Y-you’re so big.” Yeosang moaned.

He slowed his movements down just to tease Seonghwa a bit.

Clearly, that worked.

Seonghwa growled and grabbed Yeosang by his neck, bringing him down on his chest a little harder than intended. His worries stopped when Yeosang clenched tightly around him.

Seonghwa propped his feet up before wildly bucking into Yeosang, panting into his ear. “You’re so warm, baby.” He bite Yeosang's ear. “You must really like being choked and manhandled, baby. You’re clenching so tight around master..”

Yeosang reacted with a whorish moan. His eyes rolled in the back of his head.

Seonghwa tugged at Yeosang’s nipple clamps harshly with his other hand.

Yeosang sinfully grinded down once more, before cumming unexpectedly. Seonghwa gasped loudly, not expecting that. He fucked into Yeosang faster, close to cumming.

“W-where do you want it?” He rasped in Yeosang’s with his deep voice and Yeosang drooled, telling him to cum inside of him.

Seonghwa bucked into Yeosang a few more times before finally painting Yeosang’s insides with a moan of Yeosang’s name.

Yeosang got up slowly, moaning at the overstimulation and turned towards Seonghwa and sat in his torso. Seonghwa’s hand wrapped around Yeosang’s body and hummed.

“Did I satisfy you, Angel?” Seonghwa asked and Yeosang nodded happily.

“Yes, It felt so good. I didn’t know you talked dirty.”

“Me either, until I saw how my voice clearly affected you.”

Yeosang looked away.

“Can we talk about your master kink?” Seonghwa teased and Yeosang smacked his chest and hid his face between Seonghwa’s pecs.

“Let’s go get cleaned up.”

End

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“Wendy!” Kun gasps for air as he almost literally runs into her.

“Go away Kun” she huffs pushing past him.

“Let me explain” Kun followed her into the cafe.

“I’m not interested in your excuse” Wendy spoke as she stood in line hoping Kun would get the message.

“She bugged my phone” Kun felt like crying. Y/n means so much to him & his mother is really about to absolutely ruin it all.

“What?” Wendy almost yelled in shock. A few people shot nasty looks their way due to her commotion but she didn’t notice.

“Yeah. I called her today because that’s never something I would tell her. She kept insisting I told her around the same time she got to Korea which I knew was bullshit because Y/n didn’t even admit her crush on you for another week or two, but then she said I told her about my relationship which I know I didn’t because again why would I tell her anything? Yet she kept insisting I did. She finally brought up how we were setting you guys up & it clicked she’s gotta be listening to me somehow. Haechan is one of our newest frat brothers and he’s really good with technology & he found it. She was listening to me long before I even moved to Korea. I haven’t spoken to my dad yet but I’m definitely going to soon and see what he knew. But Wendy I swear I would never tell anyone about the two of you without both of your’s consent and even if you were cool with me telling my mom I still wouldn’t tell her.” By the time Kun was done talking they made it to the front of the line. As he pulled out his wallet to pay for Wendy’s order she stopped him “buy Y/n and I coffee when you’re on good terms again. Besides Yeri is paying for this!” She says handing the cashier the money. While they wait for their drinks to be made Wendy speaks up

“Honestly Kun I’m sorry for doubting you and not giving you the chance to explain yourself. To be honest I couldn’t believe you’d done that even when Y/n said you did. Something felt wrong. But I knew now wasn’t the time to question that as my only focus was Y/n. I’m sorry for what I said to you earlier” Wendy sighed

“I don’t blame you. I can’t say I’d be very understanding either. I’m thankful Y/n has someone like you who obviously cares so much about her. I know she really likes you & you make her very happy. I hope you and Y/n are together for a long time.” Kun smiles softly.

“Thanks. I’m glad Y/n has you too. She talks so highly of you & I can totally understand why. I mean you fight your own mom over Y/n when you easily could’ve agreed with your mom.” Wendy responds before the barista calls her name.

“Well that’s you, thanks for listening. Let me know when’s a good time to talk to Y/n” Kun says before turning towards the door.

“Now.”

“I’m sorry, I could’ve sworn you just said now” Kun says as he turns back to face Wendy.

“I did, if Y/n knows it wasn’t you.. er well it wasn’t you intentionally that will help her a lot. I don’t think she’s even upset with your mom calling her slurs, but upset that she thinks you are the one who told her” Wendy says before she and Kun walk outside the cafe together.

“Okay just let me go in first for a second to just give Y/n a slight warning & to pull Yeri out of there.” Wendy whispers before opening the door.

“Y/n babe there’s someone here for you” Wendy smiles while handing you your coffee.

“You didn’t have to get me coffee Wendy I thank you but I really would’ve you just stayed with me. Will you come back and snuggle I don’t really want guests” you felt bad not enjoying the surprise Wendy gave to you, but also you really felt like Wendy is all you have right now. Yeah Yeri is fine but she’s awkward with you right now which is fair since you’ve been sobbing the whole time.

“Baby, normally I’d absolutely agree but this is important.” Wendy says before making her way to the door and opening it to reveal Kun.

“No” is all you say. Tears from sadness morphed into anger extremely fast. “Wendy how could you?” You cried.

“Y/n please let him explain, trust me I wouldn’t have brought him back otherwise” Wendy begged

“You’ve spoken with him?” You feel confused on top of your anger. Was coffee her peace offering for bringing Kun to your room?

“Y/n it’s my fault. I tricked Wendy” Yeri was quick to defend both Wendy and Kun.

“Y/n please I won’t take longer than a minute” Kun was now the one begging.

“Fine” is all you said noticing Wendy usher herself and Yeri out side of the dorm while Kun moved in further.

“She bugged my phone” Kun hurried as soon as your door clicked shut.

“Prove it” you didn’t want to doubt Kun, but you didn’t know what to believe. Kun pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number putting it on speaker phone before the recipient answered.

“Twice in one day Kun? Seriously stop waking me up” the voice whined. You tried not to giggle.

“Haechan please, is mark with you?” Kun asked not even acknowledging the formers lack of formalities.

“If you wanted to talk to mark why didn’t you call him” he whined again before you could hear rustling.

“Yes?” A new voice spoke

“Great, Mark & Haechan what happened this morning?” Kun asked. You faintly could hear muffled voices which worried you

“Uhm yeah about that Hyung, umm look the vase wasn’t our fault” the new voice spoke causing Kun’s eyes to widen

“What?! No I’m talking about why I came into your room this morning, we can talk about the vase later”

“Great going mark why don’t you give away the lampshades too?!” Haechan can be heard before he addresses Kun.

“When you woke me up to check for bugs on your phone & I told you your mom’s been bugging your phone since I was in diapers which is insane that you only even thought of that now” Haechan spoke. You didn’t believe it

“Is this about your sister hyung?! Have you spoken to her yet?!” The second voice Mark asked sounding rather hopeful.

“I’m working on it” was all Kun said before hanging up.

“Y/n I promise I would never fucking tell anyone about that but especially her! I don’t know how else I can prove it to you” Kun’s voice started to get shaky as if he was going to cry.

“I believe you. Thank you Kun” you said before embracing your brother in a hug.

Roommates, no refunds!

Reader x Wendy | featuring Brother!Kun, Nct, and Red Velvet.

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When Kun’s sister transfers to SMU Korea & left without a place to stay due to a mix up, Sorority sister Wendy who got a double room instead of her single room gets a last minute roommate. Maybe?

[minewako]

Heart of Stone - Chapter One

Summary: Following the events of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Sam and Bucky are accompanied by a new friend.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: English isn't my first language. If there are any mistakes please tell me so I can fix it.

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Bucky was sick of it. Not all of it, of course. But sick of this feeling. Sick of the guilt. Sick of all the stuff he did. Being reminded of it again today was no exception. The food was great as always and he enjoyed the old man’s stories. He even got a date planned, first since 1943. And still… He would never get used to this feeling. He did not know what time it was, neither did he care. He was lost in his thoughts, asking himself how he should confront Yori about his son. About how he should explain what the Winter Soldier had done to him. He barely even registered his surroundings as he took the long route home, He thought that somehow the rain could wash away his guilt. It never worked, of course. A female scream pulled him out of his trance and he immediately jumped into action. Sometimes he thanked the serum for his enhanced hearing as he could easily locate the screams origin. He rounded a corner and saw a man that was forcibly holding a woman in his embrace. The woman struggled to get free and was about to do something when her eyes fell on Bucky and she stopped all of her actions. In complete contrast to her, Bucky lunged forward with such a speed that he was just a blur. He grabbed the man’s arm, twisted it into an angle arms shouldn’t be in and pushed him to the ground. The woman, now free, scurried a bit away and Bucky didn’t register the way her eyes went wide. “Hey man, ouch, hey, be a bit gentler!” the man screeched and it made Bucky wince. “Just as gentle as you were to the lady over there. I guess you didn’t intend to hurt her and were just messing around, right?” “Yes! Yes, of course!” the man was near to a panic attack as Bucky released his grip, pulled him upwards and pushed him away. He nodded with his head along the street, signalling the man to get lost, which he gladly did. As Bucky turned around to the woman, he mustered her for a second. She did not look injured or otherwise affected. Her green hair was a bit messy and her business costume wrinkled but otherwise than that nothing caught his eyes. Well, nothing besides her almost golden like eyes, that were staring straight up at him. “Are you alright” Bucky found himself saying, stepping closer to the woman and reaching out his hand as if to touch her arm in a comforting way. She just folded her arms and smiled, showing her rows of white teeth. “Yes, thanks to you I am now.” She either was not bothered by the situation at all or was just immensely good at hiding it. “You should not walk around alone at this time. There are many people that will get advantage of that.” As he said these words, he picked up the umbrella the woman must have dropped during her unpleasant encounter and hold it up to her. She muttered a quiet thank you and took the umbrella, quickly covering herself as if it would help anything with her already soaked up state. “I’m usually snuggled up in my blanket with a hot cocoa at this hour but, you know… business and all.” She laughed nervously and paused for a moment, looking along the street, her brows furrowing for a second, before she turned to Bucky again, beaming up at him. “Thanks again for your help. I didn’t know how it would have ended if you didn’t show up. So, uhm… yeah. Thanks.” She turned and began to walk away. Her heels clicked on the stone, barely audible due to the rain. As Bucky stood there, he watched the woman slowly getting away. He did not even make a conscious thought about his next move, just followed his instinct. In just a second, he was by her side, keeping a decent distance though, and fell into step with her. She chuckled and a smile spread across her face. “So, you’re my bodyguard now?” She turned her head to Bucky and found him already watching her. One of the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “Told you, it isn’t safe to walk alone at this time.” He simply stated while shrugging his shoulders and focusing his gaze ahead the street again. “What are the chances that I encounter a thief twice at the same night? Or…” she stopped abruptly and brought her hand dramatically over her golden

necklace that was loosely hanging around her neck. “Are you trying to rob me as well?” Bucky whipped his head into her direction and his look must have been so confused that she just began to laugh. “Oh, I was just kidding. Please don’t take it too seriously. I have terrible humour, sorry.” Bucky huffed and a chuckle left his throat. The woman shifted a bit closer so that their shoulders were mere inches apart from touching. She just did that so she could hold the umbrella over his head as well, protecting at least some part of him from being rained on. They walked along one another for quite some time, rounding corners and passing streets. They finally arrived in a part that was familiar to Bucky and he immediately got annoyed because this was actually pretty near to were his therapist is. Luckily for him, they slowed down and stopped before an old building that was slightly towering over the others. He immediately checked the parameter and was surprised to find large windows to his side giving away the view of a gallery. The woman however did not turn to the door of the gallery but rather to the one that was probably a side door to the building. “Thank you for walking with me. I felt a lot safer.” The woman said while underlining her sentences with a genuine smile. Bucky returned the smile and nodded. Fumbling for her keys, she holds the umbrella to Bucky for him to hold. He took it hastily and did not even register how fast the woman had the door open and winked at him while saying: “Keep it, don’t want my saviour to get soaked. Or even more, that is. Good night.” Before he could protest, she gently shut the door and the faint sound of heels against floor was heard from inside. He stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, before he turned around and began his journey to his own home. He couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he met the woman before. But the longer he rummaged through his brain, the more it started to hurt. * * * Bucky zoned out. He was just so tired and the rambling of his therapist did not help with that. He had another nightmare. Nothing unusual but he definitely was not in the mood to talk about it. “So, did you make any progress with your list?” This question brought Bucky back to reality. He shook his head. “It’s a bit hard tracking down some of them or rather getting to them without breaking two of your rules-” “Not my rules, James. Your rules. Those rules are not for me, remember?” The brunette interrupted him. He just rolled his eyes and hummed in annoyance. Yeah, definitely helped him a lot. One hundred percent. “Any other progress? What about the trust thing we talked about earlier?” One of her eyebrows was raised as she watched every muscle on Bucky’s face. He knew that and he knew that even the tiniest twitch could make her interpret something into it. So, he just stared blankly, expressionless as so often. The therapist let out a resigned breath and grabbed her notebook a bit too annoyed. “Oh really? That again? C’mon Doc.” “You know the drill, James. You won’t talk so I write.” Bucky rolled his eyes again, a common thing for him now. “Okay.” He finally gave in and the scribbling sound immediately stops. “It has nothing to do with my list. Or my trust in other people, which is fine, thank you very much. It’s more like something that felt… right to do.” He paused and fumbled nervously. He was not used to talk about such things. It would be comedic if it wasn’t that sad how he could kill this woman in front of him in about 37 ways with just the things in this room and not bat an eye, but is not able to open his mouth. After what felt like too long, he cleared his throat. “There was this woman. She was in a… not so great situation. Without thinking about it I helped her. And she did not care about the way I handled the situation. I mean it was the right thing to do. But… seeing her not afraid after all that happened, it was… weird.” Bucky did not know how to describe the situation and he definitely did not want to tell how he accompanied the woman home. The brunette just stared at him, her

face not giving away anything. She just gave him this look, this calculating one that send shivers down his spine. “You rescued a damsel in distress and felt good about it.” She concluded and Bucky blinked a few times about her bluntness. “That is a very noble thing, James, and something you should be proud of. You did not hurt anyone though, did you?” “No, of course not.” Bucky lied and got an approving hum from the woman across from him. “Thank you for sharing that with me, James. Now we can focus on that feeling that you had.” Bucky just grunted. * * * He exited the building where his therapist trapped him so often and flexed his metal arm. He heard the hissing and whirring it made and closed his eyes for a moment. He hated it. His grip tightened around the umbrella he still caried with him every step he goes. He told him himself that he would return it to the woman every time he left his home. That didn’t work too well so far. He grinded his teeth and searched his brain for any excuse to not go and return the umbrella. To be fair, he did not even know her name, nor if she were at home this time around. And it would probably let him look like a stalker if he just turned up on the doorstep or even worse, waited there. While he was collecting those thoughts, he was already moving into the direction of where he left the woman. He tried to curl into himself, which was actually pretty hard considering his form. Passing some fancy stores and shops on his way, he finally arrived at the gallery he remembered. He looked inside and saw a light flooded room with several walls that had some paintings on it. Bucky wasn’t an art critic but even he saw immediately that the main focus of this gallery wasn’t the few paintings that were probably just decorations but the various sculptures that were highlighted by spotlights around them. The former assassin shook his head and sorted his thoughts. He wasn’t here to look at some art. Just as he wanted to move past the gallery and on to the door beside it, he saw a flash of green from the corner of his eyes. His head snapped in its direction and his assumptions were confirmed. Inside the gallery stood the woman, wearing another business costume, her green hair flowing over her shoulder. She was currently talking to a pair in front of a sculpture. Now or never soldier. With nervous steps he entered the gallery and looked for possible escape routes and threats. Old habits die hard. Light classical music played in the background emphasizing the fact that this was a higher ranged gallery. A look on one of the statues prices only confirmed that. How could someone pay half a fortune for such things, Bucky would never understand. He didn’t mean to, but he just tuned into the conversation that the group of three had. It was a business talk, of course, and the pair was about to lose half a fortune. “Thank you so very much! I guarantee you both this sculpture will just look lovely in your living room. I’ll contact you concerning a date for the delivery after this beauty here is packed and ready.” Her smile never faltered and her eyes lit up while speaking the words. Bucky feigned interest in one of the stony images as the woman tapped on her tablet and then accompanied the pair to the door. In the corner of his eyes, he could see that she glanced at him for just a millisecond, registering his presence. After another thank you to the customers and exchanging goodbyes there was silence for a long stretching second. Bucky did not know how to proceed, his mind going blank. “Took you long enough to finally make the way inside.” The woman declared with a smirk that was clearly audible in her voice. Bucky didn’t really know what to answer and as if she sensed his confused mind, she elaborated while turning to him. “I’ve seen you strolling around the gallery for quite some time. Was wondering if it was coincidence or if you were actually interested in art.” Her smirk turned into a smile and he scratched his neck. “Well, it’s actually on my way to… work.” No need for her to know that he was seeing a

therapist. Not that it mattered anyway. “So, what can I help you with, Mr…?” She slowly approached him, raising her eyebrows at the end of her question. “Bucky.” He simply stated. The woman furrowed her brows. “Mr. Bucky? Sorry to say, but I’ve never heard such a surname.” ”Oh, uhm… no, Bucky is my normal name. Well, it’s actually James Bucky Barnes. But Bucky is just fine. Just Bucky.” He rambled and a light chuckle left her throat. Man, he really lost his charm. “And I just wanted to return your umbrella. Thought you might need it back.” As he holds the umbrella out to the woman, he noticed the slight widening of her eyes when he saw his gloves. He actually expected a remark about it or something like that but the woman just pushed his outstretched hand back and quirked up a brow while smirking mischievously. “Keep it. I have a feeling that it’s going to rain today. Just return it the next time you come and grab your coffee.” Was she really doing what he thought she was doing? He must have misheard that last part. Or at least he tried to convince himself of that. The last date he had a few days back didn’t went too well. And he didn’t know if he was okay with another one going downhill in such a short amount of time. “Yeah, that sounds good.” One of the corners of his mouth raised upwards as he first watched his fingers and then up again into the golden eyes of the woman. She just smiled in approval and opened her mouth to say something as the door opened and an older man strutted inside. She immediately turned her attention to that man and told him that she would be there in just a minute. “It’s a promise then?” her eyes were wide and full of hope. Bucky just had to nod. Without another word she turned around and started to tend to her new client. He awkwardly waved at her as a goodbye which she returned and then felt the gallery. That went better than expected. As Bucky set off to his home, he felt a few droplets of water fall on his face. It was starting to rain. He smiled to himself as he opened the umbrella, a small business card falling out of it. He picked it up and observed it. On the one side was a head with snakes around it, shimmering golden. A twist of the card revealed white letters that formed a telephone number and a name. Althaia Laskaris.

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 28 - Losing All Control

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy) 

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.9k words 

Disclaimer: Acts of violence are depicted in this chapter. Please read with caution!

Chapter 28 - Losing All Control 

“Seokjin? Jungkook?” you hummed, leading your children closer to the front door. The boys that were pacing outside your apartment looked up and grinned.

“It’s about time you arrived!” Jin said. “We’ve been trying to call you for the last 20 minutes.”

“I’m sorry, my brother invited us out to see his shoot and bought us lunch. My phone must’ve been off.” At the mention of lunch, Jin and Jungkook’s shoulders slumped. “What’s wrong?” you asked curiously. It was then that you noticed the bag in Jin’s hands. You also started to notice a…weird smell in the area, one that was starting to make you nauseous. You tried to ignore it, assuming that it was some other family cooking something in another apartment.

“I brought a late lunch for us all to enjoy.” He said, holding it up. “But you already ate….”

“Well, we can always save it for dinner.” You smiled. “Come on in.” You opened the door and led everyone inside. “Make yourselves at home.” You said as the boys began to get comfortable, slipping off their shoes. “Min Ja, do you remember Mr. Jungkook and Mr. Jin?” you asked, glancing down at your daughter, who was slightly hiding both herself and Hyo Bin behind you.

“Uhm…I think so.” She said, glancing up. You knelt down. “Are they your friends? Or Daddy’s friends?” You blinked, glancing at the boys, who were smiling as they stood before you.

“They’re my friends, sweetie. I work with them.” Min Ja looked up.

“You’ve gotten big, Min Ja.” Seokjin said happily. “Lemme ask you something, do you like sweet and sour pork?” Her eyes sparkled.

“Yes!”

“Well, I made a whole bunch of sweet and sour pork and sides for dinner. So, I hope you guys really like it. Will you show me where the kitchen is?” Min Ja took his hand and pointed straight ahead to the room that could be seen from where they were standing.

“It’s there, silly. Can’t you see it?” she asked curiously, and Seokjin and Jungkook laughed. She walked him over to the kitchen, helping him open the fridge and even showing him where he should put the food until later. You stood up, dusting off your pants and scooping Hyo Bin up into your arms.

“Hyo Bin, can you say hi to Mr. Jungkook?”

“Hi, Mr. Jungkook…” she said softly. Jungkook, bunny smile plastered on his face, waved at the little girl.

“Hi, Hyo Bin. I think the last time I saw you; you were just barely walking.”

“I walk really good. I’m a big girl.”

“I can see that~.” As Seokjin returned with Min Ja in tow, you sighed.

“You boys should’ve said you were stopping by at lunch. I would’ve made it a point to come home earlier.”

“But then where’s the fun of a surprise visit?” Seokjin asked. “Besides, as you said, we can have it at dinner.” You sighed, setting Hyo Bin down as Min Ja looked up at the men.

“Do you want to color? Mr. Hobi just bought me a new crayon box. There’s even a sharper on the back!”

“No way.” Jungkook’s eyes widened a bit. “I haven’t seen one of those since I was a kid.” Childlike innocence washed over his face. “Can I see?” Min Ja took his hand, leading him into her bedroom with Hyo Bin quickly following behind them, taking Jungkook’s other hand. You sighed.

“How is everything going?” Seokjin asked curiously.

“It’s going fine.” You said. “Weong-Bin hasn’t called me because he’s in prison, but I heard he keeps trying to get a leeway from some of the cops he knows.” Seokjin clicked his tongue in frustration. “But the trials at the end of the month, and I just can’t wait for it to be over.”

“Well, Jungkook and I plan to be there. So, I’m sure seeing this handsome face as you testify will make everything alright in the end. Just look at me when you get too overwhelmed.” Laughing, you shoved Seokjin, who grinned playfully. “I’m just kidding. But we will be there.”

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t think you want to hear all of this depressing stuff.”

“Well, I’m sure you don’t want to talk about it either. So, the more familiar faces you have in the crowd, the better, right?” he asked. You sighed, smiling happily as you nodded. “Do you have something to drink?” he asked. You nodded, leading him into the kitchen.

For the next few hours, you and Seokjin talked a bit while Jungkook played with the girls. Eventually, you and Seokjin entered the playroom as well. Seokjin joining the circle of chaos. Jungkook was teaching the girls how to play 007, a game that Min Ja was kind of starting to understand, but Hyo Bin had no clue. She kept throwing her hands up after every round, causing Jungkook to howl in laughter. Seokjin lifted her into his lap and took her hands, guiding her hands up as the game progressed.

“AH!” Seokjin shouted, lifting Hyo Bin’s hands up as she too let out a shriek. Jungkook grinned.

“You guys got it! But we need more people to play. That’s when it gets really fun because it can go really fast.”

“I want to play more games!” Min Ja begged, and Hyo Bin nodded. Jungkook rubbed his chin, trying to think of games that he could easily explain to young kids. As you checked the time, you realized that it was almost dinner time.

“How about we start heating up some of that pork, hm?” you asked. As the girls hopped up in their spots, you stood up. “Let me call Hoseok and see what’s going on with him.” You hadn’t heard from him since he had arrived at the studio, but he did warn you he would be busy. Still, it was a few hours ago. As you led everyone into the kitchen, you pulled out your phone and called him.

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“Jin-Tae is acting like the boss all the time! I’m the leader of this dance group but it never feels that way!” Sang-Chol shouted, eyes narrowing.

“Maybe if you weren’t always slacking off and acting like a real leader, I would never have to take the role up. You’re so immature.”

“What?! You wanna fight or something?” Sang-Chol glared.

“By all means! Do you forget that I’m a black belt in judo, dumb ass!”

“Boys!” Hoseok finally shouted, crossing his arms. All five of the dance members looked up. Though this was mostly between Sang-Chol and Ji-Tae, all of them were on edge. “You all have been fighting for hours. You’re going to lose your voices. Thank goodness you’re only a dance group.”

“We wouldn’t be in this funk if Sang-Chol just stopped being so ridiculous, Sir,” Ji-Tae said. “He got mad the other day because we practiced Mal-Chin’s backflips when he went to take his 8th phone break in half an hour.”

“I need to be there for those because I’m the only other one of us that knows how to do backflips well. If you guys tell him, he might break his neck and there goes any chance of winning the next competition!” Hoseok sank to the floor, sprawling out. He was thinking of everything that you were doing today, seeing Taehyung outside in the beautiful sun and eating snacks, before getting a free meal. And here Hoseok was, dealing with stubborn college students. His groan altered the attention of all five boys. “Sir?”

“You boys are going to disband.” He said simply. The boys shared a look. “It’s only a matter of time before-.” Before he could finish his sentence, his phone rang. “Hold that thought.” He said, sitting up and reaching over to his bag. He dug around for a moment, eventually pulling out his phone and seeing your face on the screen. “Finally, some much-needed peace…” he sighed, quickly answered. “Hey.”

“Hey. You almost done? Seokjin and Jungkook came by from my job with some dinner. We’re just about to heat it up. Hoseok glanced behind him at the silent boys, but the tension in the room was still as thick as it has been all afternoon.

“I think so. I’ll try to be home soon but just saved me a little bit. I’m still trying to get these boys to stop yelling.”

“Must be pretty serious if you’ve been at it so long.”

“That’s the thing, it’s the most trivial thing ever.” He sighed. “I’ll call you when I’m headed home.”

“Alright.” You said. “Love you. Fighting!” You laughed, hanging up. A small smile graced Hoseok's lips before he set his phone back down in his bag. When he turned back to the boys, they all could tell he had officially had it. His face was showing less of his helpful and cheerful side, and it was now straight, stone-cold. “Alright, guys, my beautiful girlfriend, and lovely future step-daughters are waiting to eat sweet and sour pork with me. This ends now. You need to find common ground.”

“But-.”

“No buts. I know you guys are going through it. I was in a dance group too; I know how it feels. But if you guys can fight for hours on end after all you boys have been through together, then you should just disband now.” The boys shared glances among each other, this time, with eyes filled with guilt instead of anger and annoyance. Hoseok noticed this, and let out a satisfied groan. It wasn’t long before his smile returned to his face. “So, who is going to apologize first?”

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Seokjin was by the stove, heating up the pork a bit in a pan while everyone else sat around the table. You were in the bathroom, while Jungkook was talking to the girls. Min Ja was going on and on about her more recent dance class.

“And then, Mr. Jimin let us all go into the ballet class with the grown-ups and we all got to dance together!”

“Oooo, so cool.” He said to her, smiling. “I bet you did really well.”

“Mr. Jimin says I’m the best in his class.” Her beaming smile makes Jungkook laugh a bit. “And when Hyo Bin turns 4 next year, she’s going to be in Mr. Jimin’s class and I finally get to graduate to the next ballet class!” As they chatted, Seokjin placed all the warm food on the table, side dishes, and all. “Woah.” She beamed. “Can we eat?”

“Sure, enjoy.” He said sweetly. The sound of the bathroom door closing and footstep approaching altered him to look up. “You’re just in time.” He said happily.

“I appreciate you doing all this. I could’ve heated it up.” You hummed, getting closer to the kitchen.

“No worries. I just-.” As he talked, he noticed you stop in your tracks. Your nose scrunched up and your brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s that smell?” you asked curiously. Walking closer to the kitchen, you leaned down and looked at the pork and the side dishes surrounding it. Suddenly, the smell hit you right in the face and you felt your stomach do flips. “Oh…” you covered your mouth. Even doing that, the smell slipped between your fingers and into your nose, and you almost coughed. “What on earth?”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I…I feel fine. But just…that smells making me want to throw up.” You backed away, covering your mouth and stepping into the living room.

“Maybe you’re getting sick?” Seokjin asked. “Want me to put it away?”

“N-no,” you assured. “You guys eat, and I’ll find something to eat later.” You assured. “You’re right, I might just be under the weather right now. I’ll just…” You coughed again, before excusing yourself back to the bathroom. Seokjin frowned, looking at Jungkook and the girls. Jungkook was concerned as he looked at his Hyung, and Min Ja was watching them too, wondering if they would say anything. Seokjin made his way towards the bathroom, and Jungkook looked at the concerned Min Ja.

“Don’t worry, just eat, okay?” He smiled happily. Min Ja nodded, and the trio continued to stuff their faces.

You weren’t sure what made you so nauseous. Normally you loved sweet and sour pork, and Seokjin was really good at making it. However, for whatever reason, that smell was so strong today that you wanted to vomit. You were currently lying in bed, a glass of water on your bedside from Seokjin before you shooed him out of your room so he could eat. Rolling on your side, you groaned. You felt bad leaving the boys out in the kitchen alone, but Hoseok would thankfully be home soon. That, or they would finish eating and that horrific smell would leave.

Hoseok did arrive home about 30 minutes later. When he walked in, he saw Seokjin and Jungkook cleaning the kitchen while the girls sat in front of the TV. He blinked as he stepped in.

“What’s going on?” he asked, making the boys lookup.

“Hi, Mr. Hobi!” Min Ja and Hyo Bin said. He waved to them as he entered the kitchen.

“Is everything okay?” he asked curiously. “Where's.”

“For some reason, the pork I brought made her nauseous. So, she’s inside. I was just about to bring her in because I finished cleaning the kitchen, so the smell should be gone.” Seokjin explained.

“Oh. Well, thank you for doing that, Hyung. I’m sorry to make you clean and watch the girls.”

“No worries.” He said happily. Jungkook immediately faced Hoseok and bowed his head a bit.

“I don’t think we’ve really met yet. I’m Jeon Jungkook.” Hoseok blinked, smiling.

“Nice to meet you.” He said, and Jungkook smiled. “Thanks for looking after the girls.” Jungkook nodded, eyes sparkling in happiness, glad he could help. “I’ll go check on her, then.” Hoseok began to head into the bedroom. However, just as he was about to, you were walking out. “Hey. You feeling alright?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah.” You said simply. After sniffing the air, a bit, you sighed in relief. “That smell is finally gone. I don’t understand what’s wrong with my nose.”

“Do you still feel nauseous?”

“It’s coming and going.” You admitted. Turning to Seokjin and Jungkook, they were heading into the living room. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s no problem. I won’t bring pork next time.” Seokjin laughed. “Something that doesn’t smell, like sushi or something.” You nodded. “But it’s getting late. We should head home. We all have work tomorrow.”

“Don’t remind me.” You groaned, smiling a bit as you helped them get everything together so they could leave. Jungkook turned to you after saying goodbye to the girls.

“Did Hyung tell you? About the trial?” He asked. You nodded. “Okay. I’m going to sit front row so that you can look right at us when you’re nervous.”

“Jin said the same thing. Thank you, Jungkook~.” You smiled. Everyone said their goodbyes as Jungkook and Seokjin made their exits. Once the door closed, you groaned. “Hungry, Hobi?” you asked, turning to him.

“Starving.” He grinned. You nodded, leading him into the kitchen as he began to tell you all about his afternoon with the boys in the dance troupe.

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“Come on, Officer. I need to make a phone call.” Weong-Bin begged, standing up from his little table. It was lunchtime, and the room was bustling with bitter inmates battling to get their meals first. Weong-Bin was sitting by himself until he got bored. He wanted to call you, or the girls. He wanted to know how they were doing, genuinely. He didn’t give a crap about some order of protection, some ban that forbid him to see his kids?

“No. It’s lunchtime. You can make your call later.” He said simply.

“But Officer Song has let me do it before.”

“Exactly. I’m not Officer Song, now am I?” He asked, glaring at him. Weong-Bin frowned. “When it’s time to do phone calls, be annoying then.”

“But-.” Before he could finish, the cop walked away. Weong-Bin groaned, sitting down angrily in his chair. As he continued to sit there, his mind was racing. He had no contact with you or the girls in days, almost weeks. It was stressing him out not being able to call you whenever he wanted. What were you doing? What were the girls doing? How were the girls doing? He had no idea, and it pissed him off! Even knowing that his plan would be going into effect within a few days, it didn’t help soothe his nerves. He wasn’t sure it if was supposed to, but the point was, it was not. He was so in his own world that he didn’t notice In-Ho walk over and sat down across from him.

“You alright? You look like you’re on edge.” He asked.

“Can you blame me?” Weong-Bin huffed. “I can’t stop thinking about everything.” In-Ho looked around before he continued to speak.

“It’s normal to be nervous. Once this is all over, you’ll feel better.”

“It’s not that,” Weong-Bin said. “I just...what’s going to happen when it’s all over? I…” he groaned. “I’ll still be in here, waiting to be proven innocent. And what if I’m not? She’ll sob and cry and lie and next thing I know, I’m serving a long sentence, I’m out when Hyo Bin is entering college.” He leaned forward, his hands gripping his hair in a bitter rage. “It’ll only be a matter of time before she finds someone else. That douche coworker Seokjin of hers can get real cozy if he wanted. I can’t let it happen anymore; I can’t let anyone else take my family from me.” In-Ho raised an eyebrow.

“I can’t help you there.” He said. Weong-Bin groaned in annoyance.

“You don’t seem to understand, moron. If I can’t have those girls in my life, nobody should. They’ve been built up by me, they’ve been stable because of me. Nobody else can have them. Nobody else knows how to take care of her, she can get really crazy if she wants.” Weong-Bin saw In-Ho went to say something, but Weong-bin wouldn’t let him get a word in. “I’m going crazy.”

“I can see…” In-Ho said. He was a bit concerned. “You know, I was just joking when I said-.”

“Oh, so you’re trying to save your own ass now?” Weong-Bin hissed. “Unbelievable. You are just as bad as me.” In-Ho blinked, frowning.

“Well, what do you want me to tell you? To kill-.” Before he could finish, he immediately forced himself to stop. Weong-Bin blinked, staring ahead at In-Ho. He could see the absolute psychotic break that this man was starting to have, and it was then he knew he needed to make an important decision. “I want no part of it.” With that, he got up and walked away, not looking back to even see if Weong-Bin gave a damn. In-Ho was a scumbag, that much he knew. But what Weong-Bin was turning this into was too much. “I really was kidding.” He mumbled to himself, snickering as he found a seat with a few other inmates.

Weong-Bin was once again alone, and his eyes scanned the busy cafeteria. Though he seemed calm on the outside, just a blank face, he was trying to do to not alter any weird suspicion. He knew exactly who he was going to call when the afternoon rolled around.

“Office Song, I need to make a personal call,” Weong-Bin said quickly as he approached the man. Officer Song frowned.

“Weong-Bin, I’ve been too lenient on you. I shouldn’t-.”

“Last one.” Weong-Bin gasped. “Last one, last one, I swear.” Officer Song was a bit taken back, the usually cool businessman looking as if he was about to collapse into a mess of a person.

“Promise it’s not your ex-wife.” Weong-Bin nodded. “Okay, but-.” Before Song could finish, Weong-Bin hurried away from him and to the phone, quickly beginning to dial. Officer Song stood outside; arms crossed. He had known Weong-Bin through his wife, who swore he was a good person and was to be trusted. “He was just a man who was a bit private.” She would say to him. Officer Song knew the risks he was taking by being lenient with a prisoner, but at the same time, his wife was a pretty good judge of character. So, he just bit his tongue and prayed the call would be fast.

As Weong-Bin waited for the phone to ring, he was practically shaking. Finally, the voice picked up. “Hey! Hey, hey. I need you to do me a favor.”

“I feel I’m already doing you a favor that’s pretty big.” The man replied. Weong-Bin groaned.

“Listen, it’s the same thing. I…I need you to not just kill Hoseok.” He whispered. “I thought about it for the past few days. I can’t handle not being the one in their lives, and I won’t watch while someone else is.” He was silent for a moment. “I need you to just kill them all.” The other side of the phone was absolutely silent and it made Weong-Bin anxious. “Hey!”

“I heard you….” He said softly. “I…all of them? How do you propose I do that?” Weong-Bin had to collect all of his strength to not reach into the phone and strangle this kid himself.

“How the hell should I know, that’s why I asked you. I’m not crazy, I couldn’t do it myself even if I wanted to. Now listen, I’ll give you even more money but you need to do it.” Weong-Bin could feel his palms sweating, his heart racing as images of his daughters and you flashed into his mind. Beach trips, Disney trips, family outings, parties. They were good memories. Memories he would no longer let you guys share with anyone else. Almost immediately, he slammed the phone down. Stepping back, he stood and stared at the phone. He had just made a call to not only seal the fate of Jung Hoseok, but of you, and his two young daughters. All because he couldn’t get what he wanted. “…It serves them right.” He said under his breath. “It was the only way.” With that conversation over, his body began to relax, and he staggered out of the room, allowing Officer Song to take him to his cell.

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A few days had passed without much fuss. The girls went to school and daycare, you and Hoseok went to work, and you were preparing for your trial, which was drawing ever near. The entire ordeal was something that you had grown accustomed to the more times that you practiced what to say, and the more times you stood in the courtroom, picturing what it would look like full of different people. Days were passing quickly, and it was peaceful, for a while.

One night, about three days later, you were getting the girls ready for bed. They were just finishing up their baths, Min Ja drying herself off while you shook Hyo Bin in her fluffy, pink towel. Min Ja was talking to you about the newest episode of Pororo that she watched, and you were listening as much as you could as you helped slide Hyo Bin into her pajamas. Once both girls were ready to go, you lead them into their bedroom. Hoseok was sitting on Min Ja’s bed, a few books in hand as he waved the girls over.

“Okay, which ones should we read today?” He asked as the girls snuggled up to him. He spread out the books on the bed, and each girl began pointing frantically at all of them, trying to decide which one they wanted Hoseok to read. While the three of them were occupied, you took the time to straighten up some rooms in the apartment that were messy from the day; cups on the coffee table, the TV still being on despite a low volume, the pillows being scattered as the girls tried to find a comfortable one that they could use to sit on. You could hear the kids giggling at Hoseok’s multiple different voices and sound effects as he went through a book that they had read through multiple times, the reason specifically being Hoseok’s wide arsenal of voices. It made you smile as you listened to it, using it as motivation to finish tidying up the apartment. By the time you had finished, Hoseok was finishing up the final story, so you stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. “And then, the duck and the rabbit made it to the pond, where they played all day until the sun went down. They were so tired they-.” As if on cue, Min Ja let out a loud yawn. “They were so tired that they finished their book just a little early, and went to bed because their friends Min Ja and Hyo Bin are super tired and ready for bed. The End.” He closed the book, and Min Ja pouted behind her tired eyes.

“That’s not how the story ends, Mr. Hobi.” She mumbled as Hoseok got off the bed, scooping Hyo Bin in his arms. You walked over, gently laying Min Ja in bed and tucking her in. “Next time you have to read it the right way, okay?” He smiled.

“Okay…” He assured. “But this time, we’re going to bed. Goodnight.” Min Ja snuggled into her bed, doll clutched tightly into her hands. She watched Hoseok set Hyo Bin in her own bed as well, who was probably already on her third dream now, as she fell asleep pretty quickly.

“Goodnight, girls.” You said happily. “I’ll see you in the morning~.” Min Ja mumbled a soft goodnight before you and Hoseok closed the door behind you. “Whew, I’m so exhausted.”

“Me too,” Hoseok said. Taking your hand, he simply kissed it before leading you into the bedroom. “Have you been getting nauseous recently?” he asked curiously.

“I got a bit nauseous in the middle of last night and early this morning. I might have Doctor Park check me out tomorrow before I take a day off to schedule a doctor’s visit.” Hoseok laughed as he crawled into bed.

“You just love cheating the system.” He teased. You grinned happily as you crawled in beside him. He turned off his light, before rolling over and pulling you tightly into his arms. “Goodnight~.” He said happily.

“Goodnight, Hobi.” You said, looking up to give him a goodnight kiss. Both of you hummed as you began to fall asleep. It wasn’t an immediate thing, both of you would say something that led to a few minutes of conversation. It was never anything deep or philosophical, but just whatever came to your mind, and it made you happy to just hear each other’s voices for another moment. The comfort of each other’s voices was enough to lull the both of you to sleep.

It was a silent night, the apartment still and quiet as the four inhabitants slept, waiting for the time to tick by so that morning could come and you all could start your days just like always. However, there was one event that would offset the usual still peacefulness of the night. Footsteps crept silently down the hallway, passing by each and every apartment door until they stopped in front of yours. The person stood there for a little while, slightly out of breath and shaking. He had been out for the past few hours, and this was the last thing he needed to do before he could finally go home to his family. Wanting to be extra cautious, he peeked into the window. It was dark, but he could just barely make out the silhouettes of an empty couch, a dark TV, and an empty kitchen in the back. A deep sigh was the only sound that interrupted the stillness of the night, and the figure looked at the window, unsure of what his next moves should be. Finally, after a few moments, the figure simply lifted up his foot, shattering the window. Glass fell around him, but most of it fell inside the apartment. He pulled a pocket knife out from his back pocket, flipping it open and cutting open the wired inside of the window, the last thin barrier keeping you safe. Once he had access inside, the figure lifted up two wadded up cloths, doused in liquid. He slipped the pocket watch back into his pocket, and then pulled out a lighter in its place. For a moment, he gulped, his hand shaking as he sparked the flame, the light tickling his cheeks as he lowered it towards the wadded-up cloths.

In seconds, the cloth went up in flames, small flames at first, but flames nonetheless. The figure took the cloths and reached into the apartment, tossing them as deep into the house as he could given what little space he had. He threw them both in different directions, allowing them to spread farther in a shorter period. He backed up, seeing the living room come alive behind red and orange flames as the couch caught on fire and the lamps that stood in each corner of the room.

When he saw the coffee table burst into flames, the figure disappeared into the night.

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