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minnieminshi · 9 months ago

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Pucking Chemistry

Summary: You never should’ve agreed to tutor the captain of the hockey team. Who shows up a full hour after the agreed meeting time? Choi Seungcheol, apparently as you’ve come to learn. And now you’re stuck tutoring him because for some reason, you're his last hope to pass chemistry so he’s eligible to play in an upcoming tournament.

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself lol, mentions of your father abandoning the family (it's minor and only mentioned like once)

Word Count: 9.9K (I was possessed lol)

Author's Note: this fic made me realize my little brother is turning 13 this year and I can’t handle that because what do you mean he’s a teen now he literally turned one the other day and I think that shows in this fic lol. Also if I only count the days I actually sat down to write this fic it only took me 3 days lol, but I had 3 tests this week and had to be productive so that nerfed me. This is also the first fic I'm posting in this app so bare with me lol and in honor of Scoups and Jeonghan getting cleared to return to activities, I present the beginning of this series

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Sitting in the school’s library, all your chemistry notes laid out, you began to rethink agreeing to tutor the school’s hockey captain, Choi Seungcheol. With another glance to your phone, you sighed, ten minutes passed what the two of you agreed to meet at. If you didn’t like your chemistry teacher as much as you do, you would have never agreed to do this.

He’s a sweet guy, I’m sure he won’t give you any problems!

But it’s only ten minutes and sometimes things come up. Maybe he’d walk in after a few more minutes and then you two could finally start.

Except those ten minutes slowly morphed into thirty minutes, forty five minutes, and now suddenly it’s an hour and not a single word from Choi Seungcheol about where the hell he’s at.

And while having to wait an hour for someone to show up to something they needed sucked, that’s not what pissed you off. What pissed you off was the fact that after this tutoring session, you had a date with Changkyun, set up by your friend Somin, but thanks to the no show Choi Seungcheol, you’d have to rush home, get your little brother ready for the evening and get ready for your date. And while you could hypothetically get everything done in time, you would prefer it if you didn’t have to rush. Your little brother’s probably gonna complain about his quick dinner of chicken nuggets and macaroni after you promised him yesterday you’d make him what he called an “actual meal.” You reminded him that he was twelve and fully capable of cooking for himself and suddenly the quick meal was the best thing he’s ever eaten.

So he could survive a rushed meal, however getting ready for your date was a different story. Rushing to get ready in the morning for school was one thing. You could halfass an outfit and get your brother out the door in fifteen minutes flat if your mom was already at work, but you needed a little more time to actually look good enough for someone who wasn’t related to you or hasn’t seen you slumped over your desk with textbooks and notes sprawled all over the floor.

Now, because of Choi Seungcheol, you’d have to rush, something you wished wouldn’t happen.

“Sweet guy my ass,” you mutter under your breath as you begin shoving your things into your backpack. Just as you finished shoving the last textbook into your backpack, a deep voice caught you off guard before you rolled your eyes.

“Where’re you going princess, aren’t you gonna tutor me?”

Oh?

Letting out a low chuckle, you turn to face the captain who you wished you could smack that smirk off his face and crossing your arms over your chest, you leaned against the table. “Tutor you? I agreed to tutor you an hour ago, and since that’s passed, I’m heading home to go enjoy my evening.”

As you turned around to grab your backpack and go home, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see him holding onto you, a hesitant look in his eyes. Your brows furrowed as you shook his hand off.

“Look, I’m sorry about being late, but something came up.” He muttered, his hand falling to his side as he shoved his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie. You scoffed as you shouldered your bag. “Too busy to send a heads up?”

You look up to see a light blush dust his cheeks as he looks away from you, and if you weren’t so pissed at him, you’d find him kinda cute.

“I’m sorry.”

You sighed as you glance at the clock on the wall, and with a sigh, you turn to the hockey player. “Look, I have plans so I can give you 45 minutes.”

“Forty five minutes? That’s barely any time to learn anything,” he complained with a small pout on his lips as you rolled your eyes. “Take it or leave it Choi, you’re the one who was late.”

He let out a small huff before agreeing to the terms, pulling out a chair as you pulled out your phone, setting an alarm for exactly 45 minutes. Thankfully tutoring him wasn’t terrible, he actually seemed to listen to you and he even took notes while you explained the most recent lesson to him. Maybe if he was kind enough to send a message earlier you might actually feel bad about leaving, but alas that wasn’t the case.

With the default alarm ringing, you began packing up your things once again, this time, really just throwing everything with no regard as to how things landed in your bag. With a little speeding you should be able to make it home in about fifteen minutes which gives you about ten minutes to make your brother’s dinner and have about thirty minutes to get ready for your date. Perfect timing as long as you leave right now.

Just as you begin to walk away, pulling up your little brother’s contact to tell him you’re on your way, Seungcheol calls you out. “Are we still good for next week?” You freeze, slowly turning to look at him as your phone rings. “Next week? Listen Choi, I think it’s best if you find someone else to tutor you.”

Before he can say anything, you cut him off. “Listen, I have things to take care of after school and I can’t wait for over an hour, wondering if you’ll show up. I’ll tell Ms. Park to find someone else and we don’t have to worry about seeing each other again.” With that, you walk out the library, your little brother having finally picked up and making things easier for you as he grabbed all the food you told him to.

Looks like things will be going back to normal after today, no more having to worry about Choi Seungcheol.

Or so you thought.

What you didn’t expect to see when coming to pick up your little brother from his little hockey club practice is Choi Seungcheol out on the ice, with your little brother excitedly talking to him about who knows what.

You internally groan, why, just why did he have to be the one to coach your little brother’s team. And why did you have to say you’d never see him again, it’s like you were asking for the universe to play a cruel prank on you by making sure this would happen to you.

Weeks ago, when your little brother asked you if you could start taking him to a hockey club he joined every Saturday, you didn’t see any issue with it initially. As long as he had the proper gear (that your guys’ mom provided) you thought it was great he found a sport he enjoyed after he burned through basketball, soccer, tennis, and baseball in a matter of a few years. Plus it meant you could have Saturday to yourself for a few hours while everyone else was out of the house. So a win-win in your book.

Or so it was a win before you were left in disbelief, standing off to the side as you watched him talk to Seungcheol. You shook your head, calling out his name as you made your way to the plexiglass wall, wanting to go home. You made the rookie mistake of walking into the rink with no jacket, thinking it would be a quick run of picking him up and going back home. How foolish of you to think things would work out for you.

You let out a small gasp as you made eye contact with your little brother, holding it for a few seconds, only to have him ignore you and continue to talk to his coach, who you knew was aware of your presence. You groan, grounding the heels of your palms into your eyes. Oh how you wished you were an only child in moments like this. Instead you were cursed to be a big sister to a little brother who made your life oh so difficult.

Calling out his name one more time, he finally looked over at you and started to make his way off the rink. You sighed, thankful you weren’t going to have to resort to actually going out on the ice to drag him out.

“Took you long enough, I’m freezing over here,” you said once he was at the wall, carefully stepping onto the non-frozen ground with his skates. “That’s on you for not bringing a jacket into the rink.”

“And that’s on you when all you get for dinner is a slice of bread,” you say when you hand him his sneakers that he had put on the seats before practice had started, and where his backpack was. “Can’t believe you feed me like I’m some paperboy from the 1900s,” he grumbled, but he took the shoes.

Before you could shoot back a reply, Seungcheol skates up to the wall, a smirk on his face. You roll your eyes, wishing he’d go back to doing figure eights or whatever the hell he does on the ice. He calls out your name but you choose to pretend you don’t hear him, instead leaning down to grab your brother’s backpack, a small groan leaving your lips from the sheer weight in his bag. It’s like he carries rocks in this thing, you complain as you shoulder the bag. He shoots you a look as if asking why are you carrying my backpack, but he doesn’t question it, you know the whole gift horse saying.

Just as he finishes tying his shoe, Seungcheol crosses the threshold, leaning against the door as he eyes you. You could feel your eye twitching as you watched him what looked like inspect you, and you fight back a groan when he smirks at you.

“What happened to never seeing each other again prin-”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you grit out, hoping your little brother could help you if he truly cared about you. You glance over at him, and just from the look in his eyes, you know he’s not helping you out. It’s like his eyes are shining with awe just from being near Seungcheol and you wonder what your little brother sees in him.

He can’t be that great, you still– well hate’s not the word, that’s too strong, it’s more so you greatly dislike him for what he did a week ago. You still think it was shitty of him to not tell you anything about being late. And of course his cocky personality is really starting to get on your nerves, especially when he calls you princess, as if you two are that close. You’ve only spoken to him a handful of times and yet he calls you a petname as if you’ve known each other for ages. It just makes your skin crawl.

“You know each other?” Your brother asks, poking his head into the conversation as he looks between the two of you. Before you could say anything, Seungcheol butts in, “she tutors me.”

Your jaw drops as he smiles, as if he didn’t just lie to your little brother. It’s like every time he opens his mouth he finds a new way to piss you off. You dryly chuckle as you grab your brother’s shoulder, trying to guide him away so you can leave. “I don’t, now come on, I gotta start prepping dinner.”

“But it’s Saturday, we usually eat out today,” he says and you give him a tightlipped smile. “I just feel like cooking today so why don’t we go home now.”

At that, it seems like your brother finally puts the pieces together, and nods his head. Just as the two of you are about to leave the rink, Seungcheol calls out your name once again. Already knowing what he’s going to ask you shake your head. “I’ll tell Ms. Park on Monday to find someone else to help you.”

And with that, you’re gone and Seungcheol’s on his own again, wondering how the hell he’s supposed to get his chemistry grade up without your help.

“Do you hate Scoups hyung?” Your brother asks once you pull out of the parking lot, your car currently playing I’ll Make a Man Out of You as you let out a confused sound. “Scoups? Is that what you guys call him,” you chuckle, finding the nickname a little silly.

“He said he doesn’t like people calling him his full name,” he explains with a shrug. “Now, do you hate him?”

Wow, he’s really not letting this go.

You sigh as you look over to your right. He’s looking at you expectantly, as if there’s this great and terrible backstory to explain why you wanted to leave the rink as soon as the hockey player approached you. When you tell your brother what happened a few days ago between the two of you, he just rolls his eyes. Yes rolls his eyes, as if being forced to wait an hour for someone to show up isn’t a good enough reason to dislike a person.

“He apologized, what’s the big deal?” He asks, and it’s moments like this when you're reminded your brother is just a boy. “It’s the fact he made me wait an hour with no heads up that I’m still upset about.” Your brother looks over at you, a small smile on his face. “I think he’s a good guy, I’m sure he had a reason why he was late. I don’t think he meant to blow you off like that.”

You blink, letting his words sink in for a moment before shaking your head, focusing back on the road. “Let’s stop talking about Choi and focus back on planning your essay that you have due on Monday.”

He groans, throwing his head back onto the headrest, complaining about why his teacher needed them to write about an important person in their life. “I’m going to write about our dog,” he mutters once the two of you pull up into the parking lot of your apartment. You chuckle, locking the car as he holds open the elevator for you. “We don’t even have a dog.”

“Ms. Kang doesn’t know that.” He shrugs and sometimes you wonder how your brother’s made it this far. “Whatever you say Frosty, but that essay better be done by tomorrow since mom wants us to go out to eat for dinner.”

“Hey Frosty’s a pretty good name for a dog, you think I could use it for a husky?”

“You know what, go crazy dude.”

The last thing you expect when you were walking to the parking lot, heading over to the middle school to go pick up your brother, was to be pinned against a wall in the science building, much less to see Choi Seungcheol, on his knees, begging for you to not talk to Ms. Park.

You could only blink, wondering what the hell has gotten into him. Did he hit his head too hard from a fall on the ice or something? Feeling a little embarrassed, you try getting him back on his feet before anyone walks down the hall. Thankfully he gets up, but unfortunately he keeps you pinned to the wall, towering over you.

“Choi, what the fuck’s gotten into you,” you mutter, trying to push him slightly away from you, putting some breathing space between the two of you.

“Please don’t talk to Ms. Park to find a replacement tutor.” He quietly says and you could feel your jaw drop. No fucking way he’s still on this. You put your hands on his shoulders, effectively getting him to look at you. “You can’t be serious.”

He groans as he closes his eyes, as if he was thinking of what the best thing to say is. One of your eyebrows raise as you wait to see what he says, and what looks like great reluctance from him, he finally confesses his woes.

“There’s a big tournament coming up in a month and if I wanna play, I need to get my chem grade up.”

You stare at him for a few seconds. That’s it? Why would this concern you? Feeling a little nice, you don’t voice out your thoughts and instead ask, “so what does that have to do with me? You can just find another tutor.”

He shakes his head and you tilt your head to the side, now intrigued on what he could possibly say.

“You’re the only person who actually makes chemistry make sense so if I want a chance to pass this class,” he looks up and your breath hitches when you look into his eyes. You never noticed how pretty his eyes are, or how fucking long his eyelashes are. Shaking those thoughts away, you notice what looks like hope in his eyes, and you realize he really thinks you’ll help him. “I need your help.”

You blink, trying to weigh your options. While you still hold a grudge against him for the first tutoring session, this tournament’s important to him. The two of you are seniors, and depending on his plans for after graduation, this may be the last time he gets to play the sport. Then of course, you can’t stop thinking about what your brother said the other day, and unfortunately for you, you trust your brother’s judgment. And if Seungcheol’s ineligible to play, you really don’t want that to affect your brother’s team. He’s grown to love the sport in the weeks he’s played and you really don’t want him to lose his growing passion.

You sigh, closing your eyes as you lean your head back against the wall. “Fine, I won’t talk to her.” He smiles and before he could thank you, you cut him off. “But just know I’m doing this for my brother, he really seems to like you and I don’t want you failing to affect your coaching.”

“I’ll take it as long as you’re agreeing to keep tutoring me,” he smiles and you’re stunned into silence for a few seconds when you see dimples dot his cheeks. You shake out of it and wiggle out of his grasp. “Yeah, just make sure you’re not late without a heads up, Choi.”

The next few weeks are filled with Choi Seungcheol, and you’re not sure how you feel about that statement just yet. In the beginning, you were still a bit reluctant, still fearing he’d be late with no excuse, but at your first tutoring session, he had arrived at the library before you. You were walking to some of the tables at the back of the library when you heard someone call your name, only to see it was Seungcheol, who had reserved a study room for the two of you and already had all of his notes out.

You felt a little bad even though you arrived on time. You had to drop your brother at home so you couldn’t meet right after school, but you did your best to get there as soon as possible.

He was very attentive while you explained everything to him and you wondered how he was failing chemistry in the first place when it seemed like he knew all the topics. It was when the two of you got to the practice problems did you see where the problems were coming from.

Your teacher, Ms. Park, has the tendency to make half of your homework situational problems, where you had to apply the basic knowledge that, on its own, was quite simple, but once put in a non-laboratory setting became a lot more difficult if one didn’t have a complete grasp on the concept. And that’s what you suspect is happening to Seungcheol, and the reason he was failing the class. Good thing you caught on in the beginning of these sessions and you could plan accordingly.

It was another tutoring session when your phone started ringing, you grabbed your phone, confused on who was calling you when you excused yourself, leaving him to work on a problem on his own while you stepped out into the study room next door to take the call.

Your eyes widen when you hear your little brother’s quiet voice on the other end, hoarse as he asks if you could come back home. You tell him you’re on your way before hanging up the call, and rushing into the study room you were just in.

Seungcheol jumped at your sudden intrusion, but before he could complain about you scaring him, you started to throw your things into your bag, grabbing your keys. “I’m sorry but my little brother’s sick so I gotta go take care of him.”

You were halfway through the door when you turned to look at him, “I’ll make it up to when he’s all better!” And just like that, you were out the door, apologizing to the little kid you almost bulldozed down in your rush to your car.

You make it back home in a new record, most definitely going past the speed limits as you skid into the parking spot in the parking garage, haphazardly raising your hand with your keys in hand in the air as you run towards the elevator, not double checking to see if you actually locked your car. If you didn’t live on the fifth floor, you’d actually consider taking the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator, but alas, not even the haze of trying to get to your little brother was enough for you to suddenly have an increase in stamina.

Thankfully the elevator didn’t take long and you were able to make it to your apartment, throwing open the door as you tossed your backpack down the hallway. You rush into the living room to see your little brother laying across the couch, buried under a pile of blankets. He’s really out of it if he didn’t even bother to look up at all the noise you made trying to get in. You sigh before heading to the bathroom, looking for a thermometer and to check if there was anything you could give him over the counter.

Tsking at the 100.4° on the small screen, you wiped a damp towel over his forehead, wondering how he got this bad in the span of the 45 minutes that you were gone. He didn’t look too bad when you had picked him up from school, tired sure, but not knocking on death’s door like he is now. You were about to give him the medicine you found when there was a knock at the door. Not knowing who it could be, you quickly gave your brother the medicine and headed to the door.

You check through the peephole and take a step back, your jaw slacking as you realize who’s on the other side of your door.

Choi Seungcheol.

How the fuck did he figure out where you live? You don’t remember telling him and last time you checked, your address wasn’t public knowledge. Shaking off the initial shock, you open the door, now curious as to why he’s here. Before he could explain his sudden visit, you beat him to the punch. “How the hell do you know where I live?”

He pointed to the floor above you. “Jeonghan told me, plus it was listed on the emergency contacts your brother filled out.” You blinked at him, wondering why your upstairs neighbor would rat you out like that, or how he knew your exact unit number. Whatever, what’s done is done. You point at the convenience store bag in his hand, asking about what he has.

He brings his free hand to scratch the back on his neck, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips, avoiding eye contact. “I- uh got kinda worried and wanted to check up on you guys.” He brings the bag up, “I don’t know what he’s sick with so I just got the generic stuff and I brought snacks.”

You stare at him for a few moments before chuckling, thanking him as you take the bag from him and gesture for him to follow you into the apartment. He hesitates for a second before you nod at him, assuring him that it’s okay. He slips his shoes off and sets them down next to yours, following you into the apartment.

Your little brother looks a little better, actually looking up when the two of you walk into the living room (it’s only a few steps past the little entryway). He looks at the two of you for a second before laying back down. He shoots back up, as if wondering if Seungcheol is actually in your guys’ apartment.

“Real or am I hallucinating?”

You laugh as you adjust the towel over his forehead, “as crazy as it looks, he’s real. Now you should lie back down while I make you a porridge to eat.” He nods his head, laying back down as he adjusts the towel to sit over his eyes. You expected Seungcheol to stay in the living room with your brother, you didn’t expect him to follow you into the kitchen, asking if he could help you. Getting over the initial shock, something that keeps happening whenever you’re around him apparently, and start telling him to grab everything that you need.

It was funny to see him panic everytime you left him on his own to check on your brother, his eyes wide as his head kept snapping from the stove to you. Who knew the tough hockey captain could get so nervous by being left alone in the kitchen?

Thankfully it didn’t take long for the porridge to be made, and once you confirmed that your brother was able to keep his food down, you went back into the kitchen. “How do you like your ramen Choi?”

You turn to see him pouting and for some reason you feel the urge to poke his cheeks. Weird.

“Why do you keep calling me Choi?” He complains, leaning against the counter as he watches you take out another pot and two packages of your favorite ramen brand. You look over your shoulder, closing the cabinet before standing back up. “Would you prefer me calling you by your full name?” You tease, smiling as you see his cheeks turn the softest shade of pink. He stumbles over his words before you hear him mutter a quiet no, and you just laugh.

“I just don’t get why you call me by my last name instead of what everyone else calls me,” he says, handing you an egg when you ask for one. You shrug, “it started when you blew me off the first tutoring session and it kinda stuck.”

“What do I have to do for you to call me something other than my last name,” he begs, and you laugh at how serious this is for him. You didn’t think his name would be this sore spot for him, but it is amusing to see him so stressed over something so small. You look over at him while the water’s boiling, biting your lip as you pretend to think it over. “Get over a 90 on our next chem test and I might consider it.”

His jaw drops as he stands there frozen for a few seconds before groaning. “A 90? Listen, you're a great tutor but our next test is in literally three days and the best I’m getting is probably a mid 70.”

“Then Choi it is,” you reply, grabbing two bowls. At least he believes he can pass this next test, that’s some progress. Before he can start complaining, you both freeze when you hear your little brother yell out, “can you two stop flirting and get me another bowl of porridge,” and before you can yell at him for even saying that he throws in a little “please” at the end. Wow, how polite of him.

“We’re not flirting!” You say, walking into the living room to take his bowl, and as much as you want to tackle him to the ground for even suggesting you’re flirting with the hockey player, you decide to take pity on him, this time. He’s lucky his body failed him today.

Once your sickly brother is content with his second bowl of porridge, you take your and Seuncheol’s bowls to your small dining table. He follows and you go back for utensils, asking what he’d like to drink. Once everything is set on the table, the two of you start eating in a comfortable silence, the show your brother was watching filling the otherwise silent apartment. Your eyes fall to his backpack that was by the door and you swallow what’s in your mouth before motioning to his bag.

“Wanna continue with where we left off? I really think if we can get past this topic you can definitely score somewhere in the 80s.” His eyes follow at what you’re pointing at, and he nods, finishing his bowl before getting up to grab his backpack, and even getting your backpack that you had thrown earlier.

The two of you pick up where you left off, occasionally taking breaks when your little brother claims he needs your assistance with what he calls “surviving” when in all actuality it was just him wanting another refill of his water.

It was nearing 8 o’clock when the two of you were done for the day. As he was gathering his things, your brother got enough strength to get off the couch, heading to his room before waving bye to Seungcheol, telling him he’d definitely be good to go to practice on Saturday. The hockey player laughs as he leans over the table to fist bump him, telling him he better keep his word. You smile at the exchange, happy to see your brother doing better.

“Come on, I’ll see you down,” you say when he’s gotten all his things. Before he can argue with you about it being unnecessary, you wave him off, saying how it’s the least you could do after he came all the way over to check up on the two of you.

The two of you are in the elevator when he finally speaks again.

“Is it usually the two of you this late into the evening?” He asks, his eyes hesitantly flitting from your face to the wall next to your head. You hum, leaning against the railing with your eyes closed, “our mom works late at the hospital and…” You trail off, opening your eyes to see Seungcheol watching you, something in his eyes that makes you look away, the floor suddenly a lot more interesting to look at. Why does he look at you with so much care?

“Our dad left when my brother was a couple of months old so it's just been us three,” you say, not quite believing you're actually telling him this about yourself. Hell, you don’t even know if he has siblings and yet you’re out here telling him your family life. Crazy what some dimples and pretty brown eyes can do to a girl.

“Oh.”

Ah, probably should’ve lied about your absent father. Something about him working late should’ve been excuse enough. Well, too late for that you internally groan at. Before you can apologize for making things awkward, he interrupts you.

“Can we move our tutoring sessions to your place?”

Your jaw drops for a few seconds before you snap out of it, blinking to try to get your brain caught up to speed. “Why?”

He sighs, turning away to face the elevator doors and you’ve never been more thankful for someone to stop looking at you. “I kinda hate the idea of your little brother waiting at home by himself while you’re tutoring me.”

“He’s twelve, but as long as you don’t mind coming over here,” you say, glancing over at him, “then okay, we can move to our apartment.” He smiles and you feel this weird pang in your chest. The last time you felt this excited over a person was when you were getting ready for your date with Changkyun the other day. Does that mean you’re starting to actually enjoy Seungcheol’s company?

Bound to happen considering you spend your Monday and Wednesday afternoons with the guy. It’s just, it feels different than what you felt with Changkyun and part of you just wants to bury that thought away and focus on anything else. Thankfully the elevator ride didn’t last too long and you walked Seungcheol to his car, your chest feeling a little bit tighter as you watched him drive away.

It’s Saturday and you’re back at the rink to pick up your brother from practice. He’d gotten better and while you were hesitant to drop him off at practice, he insisted that he was all good to practice. You let him go, but not without texting Seungcheol before heading over to practice, asking him to keep an eye on your brother. This was the first time you texted him about something other than about your tutoring sessions and while your hands were shaking just thinking about talking to him about something other than chemistry, thankfully he agreed to keep an eye on your brother.

You grab a jacket from the backseat, not wanting to freeze while you wait for your brother. He always manages to be the last one out of the rink, always talking to Seungcheol while everyone else skates towards the door to change out of their skates and into their shoes.

And just like the past couple of weeks, your brother was still out on the ice, except instead of the two standing to the side talking about their practice, the two were skating over across the ice, the small black puck gliding between the two of them as they pass the puck amongst themselves. If you squint, you can see what you assumed is Seungcheol giving your brother tips because soon he nods and adjusts his hold on his stick.

Then, catching the two of you off guard, he steals the puck from the hockey player, successfully scoring a goal on the unguarded net. Your mouth falls open before cheering for your brother. Sure it wasn't a game changing play, but you were still proud of him. Upon hearing your cheering, your brother skates to the wall where you’re standing, the short wall and the plexiglass the only thing separating the two of you.

“Did you see that! I totally got him good!” He excitedly told you and you smiled. “Sure did dude, next time I think you should go for his knees, then you’d have no one stopping you,” you joke, smiling as your little brother laughs, complaining how that’s “not very good sportsmanship” but winks at you when Seungcheol skates over to the two of you, wiping off some of the ice shavings off his pants.

“I can’t believe you’re telling your brother to kill me, princess,” he pouts and you roll your eyes, glad it’s so cold in the rink you can’t tell if your face is burning from the petname or from the freezing temperatures. You roll your eyes, pulling the collar of your jacket higher in an effort to cover your face. “Isn’t that part of the sport Choi, pushing and shoving each other?”

He shrugs, a smile on his face. “Glad to see you know something about the sport, I see Frosty over has been teaching you.” Your brother groans when he hears his coach use the nickname you gave him once he started hockey. It started off as a small joke that somehow morphed to having the whole team only ever calling him Frosty. Hey, at least he’s already got a marketable name, you told him one day when you were driving back home after practice a few weeks ago.

You shrug, tugging your jacket tighter. In all actuality your brother hadn’t explained the sport all that much besides the occasional “you don’t do that” or “that’s a good thing” or other vague explanations when you ask him questions. Instead, after a tutoring session with Seungcheol, and as a way to procrastinate an essay you had to work on, you decided to look into the sport. It wasn’t much, just a quick google search about the rules that had you clicking off the site after a few paragraphs and instead watching a couple of matches on youtube. You had half the mind to ask Seungcheol but decided against it. You were just supposed to be tutoring him in chemistry and you thought learning more about the sport he put years in was a little much for you. (And the thought of him in his full uniform was starting to make your heart ache just a little much.)

“Might as well since I come here once a week,” you say, and Seungcheol smiles, and you wish he didn’t have such a cute smile. His gummy smile is going to be the death of you, you think as you look over to see if your brother’s got his shoes on.

You don’t know when you started to see Seungcheol in a different light. Probably around the time your brother got sick since that was the first time you got to see him not in a school setting. Or to be more exact, the moment he asked if your tutoring sessions could be moved to your apartment so you could watch over your brother. Whenever it was, you wished it didn’t happen.

After the results of the chemistry test the two of you have a week, your tutoring sessions would be over since by then you’d know whether or not he’d be good to compete in the tournament. While a part of you was sad to think about not being with him every Monday and Wednesday with him, you’re at least happy about the fact his grade’s would be doing better. And sure, at first you were helping him out reluctantly, but after spending so much time with him, you realized he was nothing like you originally thought he was like.

Your first meeting really was just a fluke, and he was just a nice guy. You actually had asked him after a few sessions why he was so late to the first tutoring session and you can remember the cute blush that grew on his face as he explained how he was planning the youth hockey team’s practice and lost track of the time. He looked so cute, his cheeks a rosy pink and a small pout on his lips, and that’s when you thought, yeah, he’s not that bad of a guy.

“Okay, I’m good to go,” your brother says, and you blink, snapping out of your thoughts. You nod, extending your hand to help him carry some of his gear. Noticing your empty motions, Seungcheol takes a step towards you but you shake your head. “I’ll see you on Monday Choi.”

“Yeah… see you later, princess.”

You’re really, truly fucked, you come to realize as you stare at your phone. Why, just why did you have to send that text?

Your friend, who was under the impression you still hated Seungcheol for blowing you off the first tutoring session, asked if there was a way you could set her up with him for a date. And you, still not wanting to admit the fact that you’ve definitely started catching feelings for the captain, agreed to set the two up. And trying to convince yourself that the warm feeling you get in your chest from just seeing him smile meant nothing, you sent a text wondering if he was down to meet with your friend over the weekend.

And now you’re waiting for a response, hoping that he won’t agree to the date. Hell, you’re on your knees hoping that even if he does say yes, that it goes horrible so they don’t keep meeting. Terrible, yes, but your heart can’t handle the idea of someone who isn’t you by his side. And yet you still won’t admit that you have a crush on him. (Denial is one hell of a drug.)

When you hear your phone go off from a notification, you push yourself off the floor, where you’ve made home the past couple of minutes. With a shaky hand, you flip your phone over, clicking on the notification.

Choi 🏒: tell her sorry, I’m not interested in dating right now 🫤

Oh.

He’s not interested in dating right now? For some reason that hurts more than if he said he is interested in the date. With a shaky inhale you text him back, letting him know you’ll let her know and you toss your phone away, burying your face against your knees.

Okay so maybe you do have a crush on Seungcheol, big fucking hurray.

You’re walking back to your car when you hear someone calling out your name. You recognize the voice and freeze, wondering what Seungcheol wants with you and wishing he’d just leave you alone. Despite him doing nothing wrong, you really don’t want to see him right now, especially since you were going to use the drive back home to prepare yourself for your tutoring session with him.

He runs up to you, a smile on his face as he blocks you from opening the driver’s side. You cross your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow as you look at him. “What’s up Choi?”

“I came by to tell you that I can’t make it to today’s session.” He explains and you notice how his cheeks are tinted pink. Just how far was he running from? You give him a look as you lean against your car. “So why didn’t you just text me then?”

“I wanted to see you.”

Your eyes widen as you turn to face him fully. You feel your face burn as you try unsuccessfully to say something in return. He smiles and you want nothing more than to wipe his adorable smile off his face. The fact he doesn’t even know the emotional turmoil he’s putting you through is insane and you wish he didn’t have this much power over you. You try coughing, covering your face as you look away from him. “Yeah, whatever, is that all you have to say?”

He nods and he shoves his hands into the pockets of his sweats and still with that frustratingly cute smile, his stupid dimples on full display, “I’m still good for Wednesday though, I want to celebrate our last session before the test Friday.” You nod, a tight lipped smile on display as you wave him goodbye.

Once in the comfort of your car, you groan, dropping your head on the steering wheel, wishing you weren’t so crushed over this. Things come up all the time, it’s not a big deal he can’t make it today. If anything you can just use this time to get your homework done for the week so you don’t have to worry about it later. Maybe instead of groveling over a guy you could actually be productive for once.

Wednesday rolls around and you don’t think you’ve given yourself a chance to think about Seungcheol. How could you when you’ve been busy doing your homework, planning what you’d cover in today’s session, helping your brother with his homework, doing all the chores around the apartment, and if you weren’t busy with all that you had your headphones on, not even giving yourself the chance to think. Who needs to think when you’ve been so busy?

You pull out of the parking lot of the middle school, your little brother grabbing your phone to change the song that was playing. Sticking to a song that you hoped wouldn’t show up on your spotify wrapped, you keep driving, your thoughts starting to drift off to Seungcheol. Catching yourself, you will yourself to listen to the song your brother chose, and you wonder which was worse for your mental health.

Once in the comfort of your apartment, your little brother heads off to his room claiming how he doesn’t want to watch his older sister flirt with his hockey coach while he does his homework. At first you’d argue that you weren’t but as of late you knew there was no saving yourself and didn’t even try to fight back anymore, only groaning as you started to set the table.

A few minutes later you hear someone at the door and you take a deep breath, preparing yourself to get through your last session and as a way to prepare your heart for the inevitable. Seungcheol smiles as he steps inside, slipping off his shoes as he places them next to yours. You turn around and your eyes widen as your face heats up as you take in his appearance. He was just wearing a pair of sweats and a black shirt and yet you could feel your heartbeat race at the sight. You quickly turn around, pretending to adjust your notebook as you try to calm your beating heart. He’s worn that outfit combo tons of times and yet now your heart decides to give you trouble.

If he notices your internal struggle, he doesn’t say anything. He takes his seat at the table, taking out his things as you finally look at him to start. Hopefully your heart can take the next few hours, if not, thankfully your mom’s a registered nurse.

“Hey princess,” he starts and you, against your better judgment, smile at the petname, “can I ask you something.” You put your pencil down, turning to face him as he put his pencil down, the problem you had given him to work on an afterthought. “Sure, go ahead.”

“If I ace this test will you come watch me play in my tournament?” He asks, his eyes sparkling with hope and you find yourself leaning against your hand to cover your mouth so he can’t see the dopey smile on your face. “When you say ace, how high of a score are we talking here,” you tease. You don’t know where this sudden confidence came from but if it helps you from burning away in your seat, you’ll take it.

He smirks, leaning close to you and your breath hitches, freezing in your seat. “I say at least a mid 90.” You chuckle, leaning in close as you internally scream at yourself to back the fuck away from him. “Sure, you got yourself a deal, but I’m expecting the best from you Choi.” You say, beginning to turn away so he can’t see the dopey smile on your face.

“Of course, can't disappoint my princess, can I?” His pointer finger and thumb gently hold your chin, making you look at him and his stupid smug face that you so desperately want to kiss.

Oh yeah, your heart’s definitely going to explode.

You think you mutter something along the lines of “in your dreams Choi” but at this point you’re not even sure you can still rangle up enough brain cells to formulate a coherent thought. Heat floods your cheeks as he still holds your face and you swear you see his eyes fall to your lips, or at least you think they do. You’re too busy staring at his lips to really be too sure.

Somehow your one brain cell manages to scramble enough thoughts to control your body, except it makes you lean in closer to him, close enough you can feel his breath hover over your lips. Your eyes flutter shut and just when you think everything is going great you hear your little brother yell your name from his room and that’s enough to snap the two of you out of the daze you’re in. You clear your throat, excusing yourself as you push out your chair and head to your brother’s room, wondering what the hell he needs that he just needs you right now.

“What do you want?” You hiss out, leaning against the doorframe of his room. He looks up from his desk, papers scattered across the wooden surface as he turns his swivel chair to face you. He shrugs, “I felt this weird disturbance in the force and called you over here.”

It takes everything in you to not throw him across his room. You sigh, “yeah that disturbance was born twelve years ago.”

“Hey!” He throws a pokemon plushie, piplup if you remember correctly, at you. You duck and the plushie hits your bedroom door behind you. You turn around to pick it up, only to immediately throw it back at him, and successfully manage to hit him in the head with it. He stumbles back in his chair and you laugh at him. He glares at you for a moment before breaking out into laughter as well. “Okay fine good aim, I’ll give it to you,” he acknowledges with a surrender of his hands, the plushie back on his shelves, joining the rest of his collection. “Now go back to tutoring Scoups hyung so you can make dinner.”

You shake your head, a small smile on your face. “You can always make dinner, you should probably start now since I’ll be going off to coll-”

“Don’t say the c word!” He interrupts, a new pokemon plushie in hand. His eyes are wide and your smile softens before it’s turning into a small pout. The past year you’ve been trying to teach your brother how to take care of things around the apartment since soon it’ll just be him waiting for your mom to come home, but each time he always changes the subject, or even resorting to throwing his plushies to stop the conversation. In that moment you don’t see your twelve year old brother who loves to get on your nerves, instead you see your baby brother who never left your side for anything. Your other half despite the six year difference between the two of you.

Before you know it, your throat tightens up as you watch him lower the plushie, turned away so he’s not looking at you. “Um… you should probably go back to Scoups hyung.” His voice is small, like if speaks any louder and he might start crying.

You nod, slowly backing out of his room, “yeah, just let me know if you need anything.” You turn to walk out when you turn back to face him, “I’ll make your favorite for dinner tonight.” His head perks up and you smile at him, to which he returns.

You make it back to the living room to see Seungcheol working on the problems you had left him. You let out a small chuckle, and he looks up, smiling when he notices your back. “Everything okay?”

You nod, “he’s fine, he was just a little bored.” He smiles and the two of you get back to your homework. Soon enough, the two of you finish, even with the practice you gave him to really prepare him for your upcoming test, and you relax in your seat, a smile on your face. Seungcheol faces you, his smile growing as he looks from his papers to you. “Thank you, I don’t think I could’ve done this without you.”

You wave his compliment off, your smile perpetually stuck on your face when you're around him. “Nope, it’s all you Choi, I’m simply here to help you. Now you’ve gotta ace this test so I can go watch you win this tournament.” He smiles and you don’t think you’d ever find dimples this cute on another person in your life.

“Anything for you, princess.”

You’re walking out of your last period class when you hear Seungcheol call your name out. You turn around, already smiling since you know what this is going to be about, and judging by his voice, it’s going to be good news.

He runs up to you, stapled papers in hand and you just know it’s his chemistry test. He makes it infront of you, his hands coming up to hold your shoulders in an effort to stabilize himself, his test pressing against your shoulder. “I got my results back!”

You laugh, your hands coming up to rest over his, smiling and feeling heat begin to creep up your face at the close proximity. “I can tell, but come on I’m dying to know what you got Choi.” A light blush grows on his face as his smile grows, his hands moving away from your shoulders as he straightens up his test since it had gotten crumpled during everything.

Once it was straightened out, he flipped it over, handing the test to you. You take the test and your eyes widen when you see the large 100 written next to his name. You look up to see him smiling and in your excitement, you pull him into a hug. “Oh my god! I knew you could do it, this is amazing!” He tightens his hold on you, picking you off the ground to spin you in a hug. You’re laughing as he gently sets you down, you’re smiling so much your cheeks are starting to hurt but you don’t even care right now. You’re just so happy for Seungcheol, happy that this means he gets to play in his tournament.

He pulls you into another hug, muttering into your hair, “thank you, I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.” You pull him closer, “of course Cheol.”

The day of the tournament arrived and you don’t know why you’re so nervous. Seungcheol and the team have been doing great all day, moving farther and farther up the rackets, and yet you’re still nervous. It probably has to deal with the fact neither of you really discussed what happened last week, the whole really intimate hug in the middle of the hallway and all that. You two actually were texting back and forth the past week, and yet neither of you dared to talk about the hallway incident.

Just like how neither one of you spoke about the almost kiss back in your apartment.

So your nerves are most definitely tied to whatever you got going on with the captain of the hockey, the very same captain who’s leading his team to victory. This is the first time you’re seeing Seungcheol in his full uniform and damn, he looks good in his uniform. Something about how it makes him look larger just makes your heart beat faster every time he skates by where you’re sitting.

The first time he skated by, you watched as he did a double-take before smiling his gummy smile, dimples on full display and waving at you and your brother, who insisted on coming along. (You weren’t going to tell him no, of course you’re going to bring him along.) Occasionally, he’d shoot you a look, smiling at you and you’d wave at him, feeling your face burn up every time.

It’s the final match of the day, and you don’t think you’ve screamed this much in your life. You always make sure to cheer for Seungcheol every time he makes a goal, and halfway through the day, it turns into a competition between you and your brother on who could cheer the loudest for him. And you’re not about to lose against your brother.

Somehow the match had gone into overtime due to the teams being tied and you’re at the edge of your seat, your little brother in the same position. At some point he grabbed your gloved hand, squeezing tight as they entered the sudden death overtime. (Why the hell is it called that?) You squeeze his hand as you watch Seungcheol go head to head against someone on the other team and you hold your breath watching as the two try to steal the puck from the other.

Just when it looks like the other guy’s about to steal the puck, Seungcheol finds an opening, sending the puck into the unguarded goal, making the winning shot.

You and your brother shoot up in your seats, and you pull him into a hug as you both jump in excitement and happiness. Seungcheol gets affectionately tackled by his teammates as they swarm him, and you can hear them chanting their captain’s name as the announcer relays the winning team. You look over once you’ve calmed down a bit and somehow manage to make eye contact with him. You smile and you mouth “I’m so proud of you," hoping he’d be able to understand you.

It seems like he does because soon enough it looks like he mouths something along the lines of, “all for you, princess.”

The tournament’s over now and you’re waiting for your little brother to finish in the restroom before you two head back home. A part of you wishes you’d get to see Seungcheol before leaving but he’s probably busy with after game things and celebrating that you’ll just settle with talking to him some other time.

You’re about to text your brother to ask him where he’s at when you feel someone come up from behind you, spinning you around. You shriek, holding your phone close to your chest, about to curse out whoever it was when you hear the person laughing and you immediately soften, knowing exactly who it is.

He sets you back down, turning you to face him. You smile and before you can even open your mouth to congratulate him on winning his senior tournament, he cups your face, leaning in to kiss you. Your eyes widen at the contact before they flutter shut, your own hands coming up to rest over his. His hands are freezing but you don’t mind, not when your face is burning up enough you’re sure you could warm up his hands in minutes. Your hands drift from his to rest over his shoulders, pulling him closer as you lean slightly back, with him following. He pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath, causing you to chase after his lips, already missing the pillowy feeling of them on your own. He chuckles before dipping down to kiss you again when someone clears their throat.

You groan, already knowing who it is, dreading whatever comment he has to say. You look over your shoulder, only to see your little brother smiling. You definitely expected him to be pulling some disgusted face to make fun of you. Instead he was smiling, smiling so big you would think he just won a year’s supply of his favorite food.

“If you’re done making out with your boyfriend, do you wanna ask him if he wants to join us for dinner?”

Seungcheol's hand slips into your own, squeezing your gloved hand as you look up at him. His smile is so big and his cheeks are a pretty pink blush. “I really like the sound of that, what do you think princess?”

You like that a lot, you think, squeezing his hand as you drag him to follow you and your brother, laughing when you hear his teammates cheering for their captain, for finally getting his girl.

Maybe tutoring the captain wasn’t so bad after all.

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bad idea | backstage series | l.sm

It was all an act. A mantra you repeated to yourself since the moment you first kissed. You'd made a pact with Seokmin to remain friends. Yet even when his touch seemed like wildfire, you clung to the fragile threads of that promise, as you felt yourself melting at the touch of his lips.

♡︎ pairings: lee seokmin x afab!reader ♡︎ genre: angst, smut mdni you'll get blocked ♡︎ aus: theatre performer seokmin,fake dating with benefits ♡︎ word count: 10.8k

↣ part 1 – part 2 – navi post

₊🎧: i.m - more ♡︎ | kiss of fire - woodz

₊ nsfw tags under the cut

♡︎ warnings: multiple mentions of food and alcohol, swearing, smut with plot, pet names: baby, noodle (hers), soft dom seokmin, big dick seokmin, multiple unprotected sex scenes, unprotected sex in public spaces (1), doggystyle, creampie, oral sex (f, m), soft-edging, a bit of praise kink (f) drama | i wrote this at 3am so sorry if there's any mistakes weird time jumps in narration again sorry

part 3

The pain in your chest was almost unbearable.

You found support with your hands on your knees, breathing hard under the scorching bright midday sunlight.

"I'm calling it," Seungkwan announced, he was pretending to look for your pulse with two fingers under your jaw. "She's dead. Or will be. Soon. I give her twenty two seconds."

"Shut up, Kwan," you laughed brushing his hand away. "I'm just out of practice, okay?"

"Well, no shit, dummy," he laughed. "You've been spending too much time with your boyfriend now, you barely have time for volley."

His white sneakers came into your view, so bright under the sunlight that almost blinded you. Seungkwan patted you in the back twice, and walked off.

"Yeah, that and the fact that we've been going for hours," you stood upright. "Can we go? I really need to eat something otherwise I'll truly die."

He scoffed and brushed sweat from his brow with a towel. "Fine. But you're buying."

"What? Why me?" you whined, still breathless. "It's your turn!"

He turned to the bleachers to grab his stuff, and you followed. "Consider it as pay up for standing me up last tuesday."

"I've told you already that I'm sorry for that!" you whine again when you grab your duffel bag and follow him away from the volleyball court.

"Buy me coffee and I'll think about it."

Seungkwan wasn't angry at you. You knew that. He just liked playing with your head because he knew you still felt guilty for standing him up.

So you bought him iced coffee and a bowl of yogurt parfait.

"Now, you're trying to get under my good graces again," he said feigning dignity, lifting his chin up and eyeing you up and down.

"Well, I truly am sorry for standing you up," you said as you dug into your bowl. "I know I should've texted. I was... busy."

Your best friend saw your cheeks flush. "Oh, keep the details to yourself, please," he said, threatening to throw his plastic spoon at you. "I don't wanna know what you two were doing."

Last tuesday you woke up to find your friend, Seokmin, lying in bed next to you.

He was lying face down, his muscly arms around his head and hugging the pillow his face was half buried in, your lavender bed sheets covered him up to his lower back, leaving his bare back to your view.

On his back were pink scratch marks that you had made on him the night before. Then you understood the fixation he had for the hickeys he gave you on your neck.

You resisted the urge to touch him. To use your fingertips to connect lines between his moles and freckles of his face. Even asleep, he looked beautiful.

Silently, you grabbed the first piece of clothing from the floor and left your bedroom in search for your phone. The scent of Seokmin's plaid shirt coated you when you put in on closing a few buttons.

As you made your way out the bedroom, you noticed your muscles blissfully sore and tired from the day before. So in your search, you took the opportunity to drink water and take something for the pain.

Your jeans were tossed on one side of your couch, and right there you found your phone just a few minutes before your first alarm went off at 7 am.

An hour later, you had prepared breakfast and coffee when Seokmin emerged from your room, wearing his jeans and putting his white tank top on. His face and hair were slightly wet, which you assumed he had washed himself before joining you in the kitchen.

"Morning," you chirped.

You saw him glance your body up and down, noticing you were wearing his grey plaid shirt.

"G'morning," he pressed his lips in a smile.

"Are you hungry?" you asked with a shaky voice because for some reason you felt nervous under his gaze.

"Famished," he muttered.

You pushed a plate full of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon onto the counter of your tiny kitchen, which had two stools that already came with the lease for your otherwise mostly empty apartment.

Seokmin eyed you, a sweet smile on his lips. "I feel spoiled," he quipped and sat on a stool. "How can I repay you?"

"It's just breakfast. Chill," you laughed and handed him a cup of coffee.

"Still," he said while munching on his toast. "The next one's on me."

"What, you'll cook for me?" you asked, incredulous.

"Of course not," he chuckled. "I'll take you somewhere you won't die from food poisoning."

When you saw his sweet smile, a sharp pain tugged in your stomach. He was so cute that it gave you the same feeling you felt whenever you saw a squishy so cute you wanted to squeeze it.

You realized that you too had a smile on your face while you ate breakfast with him.

When Seokmin helped you clean the kitchen, he sang while doing so. It was usual for him, whenever he had a new role he did that, he would just break into song loudly and perfectly. He was known for doing that and it turned into a bit when you were in uni. The menace walking in the halls before class, singing loudly at 8 in the morning.

But you liked it. You've always liked it even when he only sang the same lyrics over and over again every five minutes. Each time was better than the one before it.

Now as he had to rehearse the songs for his role, he sang them from start to finish while you finished doing the dishes. Like your personal little show.

His voice was warm, it was like sunshine warming your chest after a cold cloudy morning.

He was sitting on a stool, scrolling through his phone while still humming some tune. You had finished doing the dishes already and he noticed, lifting his head to see you.

You had been quiet for a while, and it wasn't just because you were listening to him.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" he asked.

You approached where he was sitting and leaned on the kitchen counter next to him. You chewed the inside of your cheek, deciding where to begin.

"I uh... never thanked you for what you did when my ex was talking to me," you breathed. "I didn't know how to get out of that situation and you helped me. Thank you for that."

He blinked and put his phone down. "You don't have to thank me for that," his brow furrowed a bit. "Even if I wasn't your fake boyfriend, I would have done it."

"Well, I felt like saying thanks because it meant a lot to me," you mumbled, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt that fit you a bit too large.

"You never told me what he said to you," he reminded you.

You rolled your eyes at the memory. "He says he's happy that I moved on. And that he wants to put everything behind us," you chewed on the inside of your lip. "He never once said he was sorry, though."

"Does an apology from him mean anything to you?" Seokmin mused, "I mean, given all the shit he has said and done to you."

"It doesn't," you put in simply. "It doesn't mean anything to me anymore. But I'm still angry that I didn't have the guts to tell him that."

Seokmin's eyes darkened. "It's not worth it," he muttered. "I don't think he deserves your forgiveness."

That made you smile. "That's a bit extreme."

"I mean it. He's an asshole. He broke your heart," if he didn't look serious before, he did now.

Your lips quivered a little bit when you tried to hold your laugh in.

"Don't laugh," he muttered with pouting lips.

"You're cute when you're angry," you laughed.

"I'm not angry," he countered, still pouting his lips but then he broke into a smile.

"Bullshit, Lee Seokmin," you smiled, landing a soft slap on his shoulder.

"Shut up," he muttered and grabbed your hand with his as it landed on his skin.

Then he yanked your hand towards his body, pulling you between his legs as he was still sitting on the stool, now you were face to face, the counter digging at your back.

"You're such a tease, do you know that?" he muttered with a playful smile, before capturing your lips with his.

Hands gripped your hips and after squeezing once he decided that it wasn't enough so he dipped them under his plaid shirt, finding your bare skin with a groan.

"I like how you look with my stuff on," he growled before crushing his mouth on yours again, tongues lapping and sinking his teeth on your lips.

Then he stood up from the stool, pushing it back as his hands on your hips lifted you up and took you to the bedroom. You let out a yelp when your back hit your bed, but as soon as his lips found yours again you immediately wrapped your legs around him.

His left hand made his way to the base of your head, grabbing your hair to pull your head back. A moan left your lips as he dipped his head to kiss your sensitive neck, he had made hickeys there so he was now kissing them softly.

The other hand was placed on your hip, under his shirt. He traced circles on your skin softly, sending shivers down your body.

"Seokmin," you gasped when his tongue slid on the crook of your neck.

"Mmm?" he hummed in your ear. "Want me to stop?"

The question wasn't genuine. It sounded gentle on his voice, but you knew he was taunting you. You muttered some incoherencies under your breath, you didn't even know why you called his name but sure as hell you didn't want him to stop.

"Mm? I didn't catch that," he muttered.

"Do that again, please," you whimpered.

A sigh brushed your collarbones and you could tell he was smiling when he found the sensitive spot on your neck again and planted a wet kiss on it before lapping your already tingling skin with his tongue.

That drew a moan out your mouth. And suddenly you were too conscious of all the noise you've been making.

But Seokmin's fingers pulled the shirt you were wearing up to reveal the lower half of your body. He kissed you sweetly on your sternum, all the way down to the band of your panties.

You noticed that he ignored your chest area, but didn't think too much about it. Two of his fingers came down to your clothed pussy, feeling that the fabric of your underwear was already wet in your arousal.

You jolted at the touch, even if he wasn't really touching you. "Seokmin, please. Stop teasing me."

He deposited one chaste kiss on your mouth. "We're going to have to make this quick," he said quickly. "I don't have much time."

Then he broke away and stood from the bed, your legs falling on the mattress as you watched him take off his tank top and jeans. You followed suit and begun to undo the buttons of his plaid shirt.

He patted one of your hands with his. "Stop that," he muttered. Then he removed your panties and tossed them away.

You watched as he knelt down before your bed. He was just wearing his underwear, his cock so hard that it was pressing against the dark fabric. Seeing him kneeling after you on your bedroom floor did something to you, it made you salivate, widen your eyes, it made your core throb with anticipation.

And before you knew what was coming, he yanked you down on your bedsheets grabbing you by your legs. So now your ass was by the border of the mattress, and he was between your thighs.

"Put your legs on my shoulders," he muttered softly.

When you did so, he ran a finger down your core, and now you held in a breath. "You have the prettiest pussy. Have I told you that?"

You felt your cheeks flush, not knowing what to answer really.

But he was wasting no time. Rolling up the shirt to your belly button, he placed his hands on your lower belly, pressing down gently at the same time he dipped his head down on your core.

Soon you forgot about not being loud. You rolled your eyes and arched your back, moaning loudly.

Starting by lapping on your folds, Seokmin moved his head up and down to lick you fully. The tip of his tongue traced a circle around your clit, before sucking on it. And as if testing what made you scream louder, he also pressed his tongue flatly on your clit and moved his head.

You felt your legs tense up, and grabbed onto the sheets of the bed, trying to wriggle your hips against his face desperately but the hands on your belly pressed down with more strength restrained you completely.

He repeated the same process, licking, sucking and teasing your clit. To whatever he did, you wouldn't stop moaning his name, pleading for him to not stop.

Until you realized that he was edging you. Whenever you felt closer to your release, he'd notice it and change to either just licking your folds, or sucking your clit, or tracing circles around it.

"Seokmin," you breathed. "Let me cum, please."

He just hummed in response, as if he were pondering on it while he continued teasing your cunt. His tongue came up to your clit, and as he did, his eyes landed on your face.

A groan came out through your gritted teeth and you arched your back, closing your eyes tightly. The tension in your core was almost unbearable.

"Seokmin," your fingers tangled in his soft copper hair. "Please. Just let me-ugghh fuck. Fuckfuckfuck."

He continued sucking on your clit, without changing in pace or movement, he sucked while moving his head up and down ever so slightly over and over, sending you over the edge.

Your orgasm hit you, hard. You felt your body tremble as it took you in erratic waves. It left you breathless and you had closed your eyes so tightly that when you opened them again, you had to blink a few times to regain focus.

Small kisses landed on your mound, and then made their way back to your belly. You felt exhausted, but still pulled him into a sloppy wet kiss when he climbed back on the bed. He motioned you to move back to the centre of the bed and as you did, he planted wet kisses on your face.

A chuckle was muffled by your mouth when your fingers tugged clumsily at the band of his underwear. He took them off and climbed back, his body hovering closely on top of you.

"Should I take the shirt off?" you asked, feeling that it was weird that he hadn't taken off of you yet.

"Leave it on," he muttered at the same time he leaned down and placed one elbow next to your head.

"Why?" your brow furrowed.

Your head was within his hand's reach, so he dug his fingers in your hair and placed a kiss on your chin.

"I want to fuck you in it."

You didn't think about it further. You knew it might be a possessive thing. But just as you liked the scratch marks on his back and the hickeys you had on your neck, you liked the idea of him fucking you wearing his shirt.

"Is that okay?" he asked in a soft tone.

"Yeah," your brow furrowed. "I'm okay with everything you give me."

A satisfied smile appeared on his face. It shocked you a little that you even find it arousing to see him smile while having sex.

"You'll let me do anything to you?" he muttered, capturing your lips with his briefly.

"Anything," you nodded eagerly. You grabbed his cock with one hand and guided it to your core. Earning another soft chuckle from him. You thought he'd chastise you again about being impatient but he didn't say anything about it.

He didn't warn you this time, his cock was already aligned with your core so he just started sinking in. You pushed your knees back, lifting your feet from the mattress and thus angling your hips for him. He groaned and dropped his head on the crook of your neck.

Your hands held onto his naked shoulders as his hips dipped in a few shallow thrusts and you stopped biting your lip when he was fully inside you.

"God," you whimpered. "So fucking big."

He had a light smile on his lips when he found your lips to give you a few tentative kisses. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you breathed and pointed a finger at him. "Just don't edge me this time."

He started thrusting on you without any warning again. "Don't be a tease, then," he placed a chaste kiss on your lower lip. "Can you do that?"

His thrusts landed so deep inside you that you let out a cry. "Yes," you replied without much thinking.

"Yes, what?" he muttered while grazing his teeth across your chin.

"I won't be a tease," you said as you let out a strangled moan when his thrusts became more unrestrained, slamming on you.

"Good girl," he whispered before his lips slid in yours.

The room flooded with the sounds of skin slapping together along with your loud moans that slowly would turn into gasps.

Seokmin watched you intently. There was something in his eyes, you couldn't quite tell what it was. But you thought that he was tense and you concluded that he was probably trying to get this done quickly.

You moved your hands to cup his face. The sleeves of his shirt were so long that covered your arms up to your knuckles. You pulled him into a hot kiss of teeth clashing and groans from both you and him.

"God," you sighed when you pulled your head back to the bed, feeling your body sink into a wave of pleasure.

Seokmin dropped his head next to yours, his face burying in your hair lying in the crook of your neck. You could hear his strangled low moans in your ear.

"You feel so good, baby," he muttered with a tense voice.

You nibbled at the soft skin of his shoulder, caressing his back over the scratch marks you'd left the previous night. Seokmin was breathing harder on your neck, and you were tempted to tell him to just let go. But then he pulled out, his hips retracting from your fully.

A shiver ran down your spine at the loss of warmth and him inside you. But you didn't move, didn't touch him. With a groan, he visibly shuddered and waited for a few seconds.

Before you could say something, he lifted his head from the crook of your neck, and deposited open mouthed kisses on your lips. "Turn around, baby," he muttered in a strangled voice.

Seokmin sat back on his heels and when you did as he asked, he grabbed your hips with his hands, propping you up on your elbows and knees on the bed. You squealed at the roughness with which he grabbed you, but you didn't complain. You liked it.

Feeling his hands move from your hips to your lower back made you angle yourself in anticipation. Moving the fabric of his shirt up, he pressed a hand gently on your back before he eased himself in. You moaned loudly at the feeling of having him deeper in you and you heard him hiss.

His hands moved from your back and he placed them on the bed, soon you felt his back on yours as he pounded his hips against your backside hard enough you knew it would leave bruises. You heard his breath hitched next to your ear and then he groaned.

"Seokmin," you whined and shut your eyes tightly, trying to savour the feeling of him being inside you as much as you could.

Seokmin was panting behind you between the small kisses he left on the back of your neck. "Cum for me, baby," he whispered.

You slid a hand between your thighs, your fingers rubbing your clit to reach your release faster. Suddenly you let your face bury on the pillow, thus angling your hips towards him even more, which earned a groan from him. It only took a couple of thrusts from him to achieve what he asked.

The pillow muffled the loud sounds that were coming out of your mouth, and your hand grabbed at the corners of it while the other rubbed your clit sloppily.

The orgasm shook your body so hard, it had you squirming and grabbing at the sheets until you were reduced to strangled sounds and panting.

"Fuck," he groaned behind you and hearing his voice so taut in pleasure made your body respond with a shiver.

Then his hands were on your hips again, his thrusts became shallow and fast as he rolled the shirt up your back uncovering it completely and before you knew it, he pulled out. A soft groan resounded behind you when warm cum landed on your ass and lower back.

You felt your skin prickle at the sensation of his cum on your back. But you waited, trying not to move but your limbs were shaking, breathing loudly against your pillow.

"Don't move. I'm going to get something to clean you up," Seokmin said climbing off the bed.

Soon he was returning to clean your back. "Done," he muttered and patted you in the ass lightly, making you yelp in surprise.

Slowly, you let your body drop on the bed sheets, limbs shaking badly, panting loud enough to make you feel embarrassed. You rolled over and thought for a moment that Seokmin would lie next to you to catch his breath with you.

But he just leaned towards you to kiss your forehead, your cheek and then your lips. "You're always so good to me, baby," he muttered.

A warm feeling overwhelmed you. Your skin was bumpy from a mix of the frenzy and from Seokmin's warm compliment.

"I thought you were going to be quick," your voice was hoarse when you spoke again as he made his way out of your bedroom.

"Are you complaining?" he called back, and you could imagine he was smiling.

"No," you mumbled, but he was out of earshot.

You heard the shower running and you groaned.

"Come on. Let's get cleaned up," you heard him say and before you could move, he was taking you in his arms.

"Oh my god," you whined. "I can get there on my own."

You opened your eyes to see him smiling. "Let me take care of you," he mumbled as he set you down on the bathroom floor. "Arms up."

His shirt came off your body easily. And then you were standing under the stream of water.

"Was that okay? Was I too hard?" he asked as soon as he joined you in the shower.

"I'm fine. I like it," you hummed.

"Like what?" he cocked his head to the side.

"When you're a bit rough with me," you muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed.

He pressed his lips in a smile, showing his small dimple under the side of his mouth. "I know. I heard. Pretty sure your neighbours heard, too."

A hand landed on his chest, hitting him softly. "Shut up, Seokmin," you laughed.

"I like that you're loud," he shrugged.

"I know," you quipped. "I also noticed."

Grinning, he rolled his eyes and continued washing his body. He was lifting his arms up to wash his hair, and you saw him as the water ran down on his face with his eyes closed, his mouth parted a bit when he tilted his head back towards the stream of water.

The sunlight that came from the small window up in the bathroom clashed with the stream of water, thus painting a rainbow between Seokmin and you.

Your stomach twisted a bit.

When you returned to your bedroom, Seokmin was already half dressed. A travel toothbrush which he kept on his backpack he took for rehearsals, was hanging on his mouth.

He raised a hand at you and you threw his plaid shirt at him, which he caught gracefully and quickly put on. Then he went back to the bathroom to rinse his mouth.

"You should bring some of your clothes," you suggested when he came back to your bedroom.

Seokmin lifted his head to see you, then averted his gaze with a furrowed brow. "Uh..."

"If you want, I mean," you shrugged. "I don't mind. Plus, it could save you the effort for next time, y'know?"

"Sure, I'll keep it in mind," he replied, but there was something in his tone that wasn't really convincing. You decided not to push it.

He took his things from the nightstand and walked up to you.

"Sorry, I have to go. I'm already late."

You were about to reply to him that you were okay with his abrupt leave, but then he planted a kiss goodbye on your mouth. It was so quick that it made you stutter, and you almost assumed that Seokmin didn't initially mean to do that when you saw his alarmed eyes and quickly left your room.

It was fast, but it showed a lot of intimacy to you. Seokmin didn't normally kiss you outside sex. He only did it whenever you acted like a fake couple.

"Bye," you mumbled, but the door of your apartment was already slamming shut.

You sat on the edge of your bed, absentmindedly touching your lips with your fingers when your phone buzzed. In the back of your mind, you thought that you might have earned a noise complaint from your neighbours.

But looking at the screen, you groaned.

It was a text message from Seungkwan, you had stood him up.

A noise complaint would've been better.

"Are you there?" Seungkwan asked, pulling you out of your train of thought.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry. What were you saying?" you mumbled. Seungkwan had already finished eating his food. You were barely halfway through.

"I said," he was looking at something at his phone screen. "Are you going to be at Minghao's dinner party this saturday?"

"Yes, I think I can make it," you replied. "Maybe I can ask Jae to cover me."

He shook his head. "He's already covering me."

"Umm, I'll ask around, but I'll be there."

"Good. Now, can we go?" he set his phone down and looked at you. "We're going to be late for our shift. And you take forever to finish your food."

"Okay, okay, let's go. But we're even, right?"

Seungkwan rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but break into a smile.

The hickeys on your neck had all healed. You had been concealing them, either with makeup or by wearing turtlenecks and scarves. Given the demands of your profession, where you had to protect your vocal cords by keeping your chest covered, nobody really asked about the extra coverage.

But as you looked in the mirror, you didn't find any trace Seokmin's lips on your skin anymore. You decided to wear a black dress to Minghao's dinner party. According to the invitation details, he wanted everyone to wear something fancy.

So that's what you did. You thought the dress was on par with the intent of the night, and you imagined that it was something Minghao would approve.

It was semi long, it didn't show too much but it flattered your body in the best way possible. You paired it jewellery and red details on your makeup.

The style of the dress left her neckline and collar bones exposed, so you felt a little relieved that you didn't have to cover hickeys for tonight. It saved you some time.

It has been over a week since you last saw Seokmin. You two were busy anyway so you didn't think much of it. But you missed him. You found yourself anticipating the next time you saw each other.

In addition to the excitement, you were surprisingly in a good mood. You even noticed some positive changes in your daily routine; you started exercising more regularly and reconnecting with friends you had drifted away from during the toughest days after your breakup.

You even purchased a few pieces of furniture for your apartment to give it a cosier, more lived-in feel that truly reflected that you enjoyed living there alone. Because, truthfully, you did.

A buzz came from your bedroom, and you went to investigate that your phone had a few new messages from Seokmin.

[06:12 PM] seokminnie: noddle [06:12 PM] seokminnie: i'm picking you up at 7 [06:12 PM] seokminnie: for hao's party [06:12 PM] seokminnie: be ready :)

You couldn't help but smile at the nickname he used for you. Noodle. He was the only one who still called you that since university. Over time, you had developed a love-hate relationship with the nickname, but hearing it from him, you couldn't bring yourself to complain anymore.

[06:13 PM] you: okidoki :) [06:13 PM] seokminnie: okidoki? [06:13 PM] seokminnie: god you're such a dork [06:13 PM] you: shut up you like me either way :P

That was the end of your conversation so far.

You were already bubbling with anticipation to meet him once more. You were eager to show him the new additions you'd made to your apartment and to share the news that you were in the final auditions for another play.

While there wasn't any official confirmation about the role yet, you felt optimistic. You were putting your best effort into it, and for the first time, you felt that even if you didn't secure it, you would be okay. After all, you had your sights set on other projects too.

There was a knock on your door and since you were sitting in the kitchen, you ran to get it in two seconds.

Seokmin was standing there. Your eyes absorbed everything about him. His copper hair was parted slightly, his bangs brushing his eyebrows a little. He looked between laid back and still fitting for the night; black jeans, white shirt and a denim jacket.

"Hiii," you chanted.

He blinked, a grin appearing on his lips. "Hi there," he muttered.

Your stomach twisted a bit and before anything else was said you moved aside to let him in.

"Just let me get my bag and we can go," you grabbed your phone and your bag from the kitchen counter.

"Aren't you forgetting your shoes, noodle?" you hear him call.

"Oh, yes!" you laughed.

You had your shoes ready by the entrance of your apartment, and while putting them on, Seokmin held out a hand for you for you to remain on your feet.

"Thanks," you smiled at him.

"Ready?"

"Yeah," you breathed, somehow feeling agitated.

"Let's go," he smiled sweetly again and for a moment you fought the impulse of pulling him to your lips.

"Okidoki," you said promptly and followed him out your apartment and locked the door.

"Dork," he laughed.

You chuckled and when you both stepped into the elevator, you felt your mouth go dry. Suddenly you felt nervous to be in such an enclosed space with him.

But he was looking at his phone distractively.

The ride there was... odd. Not what you had expected entirely. He didn't say much and was too busy looking at his phone so you decided you didn't want to pry.

When you got there you saw some familiar faces outside the fancy restaurant. The guests were gathering outside the door, queueing to get their names and id's checked before entry.

Everyone looked elegant. When you saw some girls dressed in the same manner and style you were wearing you felt relieved, since you were doubting on being too much or not quite so.

You turned to Seokmin, who was just putting his phone on the pocket of his jeans and when he lifted his head to see you, he smiled softly. He caught up with you and as he did so, your hands touched for a moment.

You thought it was natural to just grab his hand, locking your fingers in his.

"Sorry. I was fixing an appointment for the costume fitting," he muttered, looking at the ground.

"For a moment there I thought you might be fake cheating on me," you smiled, but as soon as you blurted out the words, your heart dropped. Too far.

"You think I'd do something so horrible?" he asked dramatically, putting his free hand on his chest.

You smiled in relief. "Well, we haven't really talked about it. I don't know, you might want to start seeing someone for real," you shrugged.

His brow furrowed. "What if I don't?" he mused. "What if I enjoy being your fake boyfriend?"

"Then you're in luck because I enjoy you as my fake boyfriend too. It's fun," you smiled up at him.

You expected to see him smile, but instead he looked deep in thought.

As you joined the queue, the grip on your hand tightened gently. And you knew why. Your ex was in the queue, with a new girl wrapped in his arm. This girl you had never seen before, it wasn't the same girl he cheated on you with.

Your ex's eyes went through the crowd and your eyes met.

Seokmin was behind you, so he let go of your hand but his arms were encircling you from behind. A soft kiss landed on your temple and you shivered at the feeling of him so close to you.

"Are you okay?" he asked on your ear.

You turned your head to see him and your hands rested on top of his. "I'm okay," you reassured him with a smile.

The proximity had startled you for a second, but you enjoyed this. His warmth, the scent of his clothes and skin.

His sweet brown eyes searched your face. "You look beautiful," he mumbled.

Not knowing what to reply, you lifted a hand to cup his cheek and reached for his lips. The kiss was tender, so slow that you felt him sigh on your lips, a shiver went down your spine.

"Ugh, come on! Get a move on, you lovebirds," an annoyed voice protested behind you.

It was Soonyoung. When you turned around you saw him beaming at you, he lifted a hand in the air and waved frantically at you. You smiled and waved back in the same manner.

"Come on, we're next," Seokmin stopped hugging you and pulled your hand in his again.

The table you were taken to was located in a secluded room within the fancy restaurant. You knew that Minghao had sold a few paintings to this restaurant the moment you were shown inside.

The place was dimly lit in soft orange hues and the tables were adorned with a trailed of roses and candles. In the room there was a wall fountain in the room, the water running continuously made a soft background noise paired with the live jazz show.

You strolled to the side of the room where Minghao was greeting his guests with a shy smile on his face. When he saw you he pulled you into a hug.

"Birthday boy," you chanted into the hug.

"I'm glad you're here," he said at the same time he patted you in your head.

"I brought you something," you said and unfasten your tiny purse.

You heard him giggle shyly. "You shouldn't have," he muttered but at the same time he was bouncing on his heels in anticipation.

His giggles became more bubbly when you pulled a black box the size of the palm of your hand and handed it to him. His eyes beamed at you and back to the box.

"What's this?" his lithe careful fingers took it from your hand and he looked up to find your eyes. "Can I open it now?"

"Course," you shrugged with an excited smile. "It's your birthday."

"Hehe," he chuckled in a tiny voice and opened the box to find a super tiny tea set.

You watched Minghao's mouth part a little and slowly turn into a child-like smile. His fingertips brushed over the tiny blue and white cups and teapot.

"I love it," he giggled again, "thank you."

Then he tucked you into a hug again and you returned the hug.

"I loved it so much that it makes me want to forgive you for fucking in my dressing room," he mentioned with a laugh.

Your cheeks flushed and he was patting your head and shuffling your hair teasingly.

"Y-you know? How?" your voice was high now.

He look straight in your eyes with a devilish smile. "Nothing gets passed me."

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry," you groaned covering your face with your hands. But your friend was laughing cheekily.

Minghao had carefully assigned seats for everyone to get to know each other. You were assigned a seat next to Soonyoung; which didn't make sense to you until Jeonghan took the seat to your left. You didn't know each other well, besides from casual meetings for work.

Jeonghan was a sweet guy. He was mostly quiet but soft spoken at first, but he was eager to get to know you and he told you just that.

"Ah, it's so good to finally get to know you," he said when he had drank more and started to loosen up a bit. "You know how hard it is to get to talk to you?"

"What do you mean?" you laughed, feeling that Jeonghan was doing a bit.

"You're the stellar this season and I don't even know you," he chuckled as he spoke. "That bothers me. I want to meet everyone in the company."

"Why is that?" you frowned. It was weird that a director wanted to get to know everyone. Everyone you had worked with before Jeonghan could do with a first name basis with the cast and crew. Some not even that.

"I like to think of the company like a big family," he shrugged as he sat back. "I know that it might not be practical but who knows really. So far it's working for me."

"Do you act too or you're just in the management?" you asked, genuinely curious.

"Oh, no. Not at all," he chuckled again. "I'm just interested in management and production. The acting part, props, staff, lighting and such is totally yours. I just revise projects, budget, plan and put the money."

"That sounds... like a lot of work," you looked up at him.

His short black hair covered half of his forehead. He looked a little bit tipsy, his heavy lidded eyes were turning lazier as you spoke, but he raised a soft smile.

"I enjoy it," he nodded with a grin. "And I get to make great friends, so best job ever."

Jeonghan excused himself and left the seat momentarily, thus leaving you without your new partner for the dinner.

You looked at the people sitting at the table. There were at least eighteen people sitting there. Most you knew and a few you didn't at all. Seokmin was sitting just across you, next to two actresses you knew.

He was talking to the girl to his right, while the other was laughing with Seungkwan. While Seokmin listened to the girl, he would casually nod and reply to her politely. Then you remembered that he tended to be shy on social reunions like these and that made you smile.

"Hey, why haven't you replied to my messages?" Soonyoung elbowed you.

You turned to look at him pout. "Sorry, Hoshi. Been busy," you patted his blond head.

"I hate it when you leave me on read," he continued to pout.

"I don't remember what you texted," you said, pursing your lips while you tried to remember.

"I asked you if you were in the final auditions yet," he groaned.

"Ah, yes that's right," you nodded. "And yes. You?"

He scratched his blond head. "Uhh, me too. But I'm not too confident," he shrugged.

Your brow furrowed. "Why?"

He eyed across the table before leaning towards you. "What if we both get the role? I'd have to kiss you," he hissed with a strained look on his face.

"Really?" you asked in disbelief. "That's why you don't want the role? I feel offended," you laughed.

He nodded his head shortly. "I don't wanna kiss my best friend's girl. Nuh-uh. That's fucked up."

Your smile faded a bit. "Right. That might be awkward."

Soonyoung tilted his head to the side, still speaking in a hush tone. "Can you imagine that? What will I say at your wedding feast?"

That made you almost choke on your drink.

"Whoa, hold on tiger," you tried to laugh. "There's no wedding."

"Not yet," his eyes widened a bit and he pushed his lower lip out.

As if planned, you both glanced across the table. Seokmin was resting his head on his hand, elbow on the table listening to the girl next to him with a polite smile.

"I think you've had too much to drink, my friend," you chuckled and patted his reddened cheek softly.

"I'm not drunk," he shook his head and then rolled his eyes. "Well, just a bit tipsy but I'm for real when I tell you that I've always rooted for you guys."

"What do you mean?" you asked carefully.

"You're my best friends," he shrugged again. "And I've always been aware of how Dk looks at you and I'm not dumb. I know how love looks like."

"Love." you stuttered.

When Soonyoung sent a weird look, then you knew you had to compose yourself and remain on your act.

"Well, you both were always in your own little world to notice," he explained and leaned back on his chair. "But I'm happy that you're together now."

Trying to keep your cool as best as you possibly could, you smiled at him. And it was enough for Soonyoung because he was already speaking to the other person next to him.

Bewildered, your eyes fell on Seokmin. As if he knew you were about to look his way, his eyes met yours. His smile was gentle and blinked slowly your way and you managed a small smile.

When the dinner was over, someone had already organized an after party. Minghao wasn't at all prepared for an after party but didn't complained.

As you walked out of the restaurant, the air of the cold night had grown cruller. You hissed at it and your hands covered your face.

"Here," Seokmin mumbled and slipped his warm denim jacket on your shoulders.

"Thanks," you beamed at him, sinking your arms inside the warm sleeves. His scent coming from his jacket flooded your senses.

"No problem," his hand took your chin briefly, a warm smile on his face.

You resumed walking at his side, following your friends towards the after party. Then a hand slipped between yours almost as if it were second nature. You intertwined your fingers with his, enjoying the warm sensation that flooded inside you.

"D'you want to go to the after party?" Seokmin asked. "Apparently everyone is going."

"Uh... sure. Why not," you shrugged. "Do you?"

"Is there something wrong?" he asked suddenly, reading your face.

"No," you blurted a bit too quickly. "Everything's fine. Why?"

He pointed a finger to your face. "Your mouth is doing that thing it does when something is bothering you."

You huffed. "And what is that?"

Seokmin pursed his lips and did an impression of you chewing the inside of your mouth. "You do it every time something's wrong."

"Really?"

"I've noticed," he put in simply. "We've known each other for years, it's hard to not pick up on some stuff."

"Huh."

"Are you guys coming?" Soonyoung asked while passing you and Seokmin on the sidewalk.

"We'll meet you there," Seokmin nodded with a nod of his head.

"Don't bail on me, you two. I need my drinking partner!" he scolded in a slurred tone, his drunken face so flushed it made him look cute.

You were the drinking partner in question. It was a thing you had while in uni. Whenever they dragged you to a party and you played any drinking game, somehow you ended up worse than them. So you earned the said designated title.

"We don't have to go if you don't want to," Seokmin suggested, still thinking that you were upset by something.

"I want to go," you reassured him. "I just don't think I can drink too much tonight."

"Then don't. I'll help you win, or not drink. Whatever comes to it," he pressed his lips in a smile.

Then he gently clasped your hand with his and started walking together to catch up to Soonyoung.

"Okiedokie," you mumbled, knowing it would make him smile.

"Such a dork," he sighed.

The after party was in a gallery art that was owned by one of Minghao's friends. It was down a street in between two restaurants that had already closed.

The gallery was spacious, pale grey concrete floors and walls that made it feel like a liminal space. The walls were covered by large murals and paintings and in the back there was a large space where someone was drawing some foldable chairs from a small closet.

Soon, more and more people started to show up, you even saw some faces that weren't at the dinner. Someone had brought sound equipment, and the art gallery turned into an artful improvised nightclub.

Seungkwan crossed the space, walking among the crowd towards you and pointed a finger to you. "There you are! I want to introduce you to a friend, come."

He promptly took the hand and the last thing you saw before breaking away from your fake boyfriend was his warm smile and him disappearing into the crowd with Jeonghan and Soonyoung.

You let your best friend drag you through the mass of unknown faces. He introduced you to a friend called Jun. The reason Seungkwan wanted you to meet his friend was because Jun was a tv actor and you kind of always been interested in acting for tv projects, so a conversation with the shy actor ensued.

Jun was one of the most beautiful individual's you've ever met. His red wine coloured hair made a shocking contrast with his sweet kind smile. He was sitting on top of a big wooden crate that quite possibly had paintings inside. But he seemed to not pay too much attention to it, he even invited you to sit beside him.

However, no matter how interested you were in the conversation, your eyes darted back were you last saw Seokmin, searching for him in the sea of faces.

You exchanged contacts with Jun, promising to keep in contact with him if you ever want to meet up and even meet his agent. It was an interesting opportunity, too promising to pass up.

The bellowing, drunken voice of Soonyoung made you look into the crowd, and beside your drunk friend you found Seokmin, his hands on his knees, laughing silly at something drunk Soonyoung was saying.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of Seokmin laughing so hard he had to crouch down, hands on his knees, trying to compose himself.

"That's your boyfriend, isn't it?" Jun asked, since everyone was looking at his direction.

"Yeah," you muttered simply. It made an effect on your body whenever you called him your boyfriend. Even if it wasn't exactly that.

"Go to him," he pointed with his nose towards Seokmin. "I know you don't want to be here."

Your brows furrowed. "I'm sorry," you saw him smile as you left Seungkwan's friends. "I'll stay in touch, though."

Jun raised a hand, waving you goodbye as you made your way to where Seokmin was with Jeonghan and Soonyoung. They were playing some silly game in which they had to fake scream in pain, but Soonyoung was so drunk that couldn't make sense of his own words.

"Alright, big boy," Jeonghan said, pulling a chair in front of Soonyoung. "Enough alcohol for you."

Soonyoung was already red in the face, but if you could give him anything, he was an obedient drunk.

"Hey, that's my drinking partner," Soonyoung mumbled, pointing a weak finger at you as his head landed on the table.

"What did you do to him?" you asked.

"He lost the game three times in a row," Seokmin explained with a shrug.

"I'm taking him home," Jeonghan patted the drunken head resting on the table once and went outside to get his car.

"Thanks," you crouched to level your eyes with your friend. He smiled, making the cheek that was pressed to the table bulge.

"'m fine," he mumbled. And closed his eyes, within seconds he had already fallen asleep.

Seokmin was behind you when you stood up, a hand sneaking on your lower back. "Well if it's any consolation, you won't have to drink tonight."

"Yeah, lucky me," you smiled, turning to him so that your body was facing his.

"Who did Seungkwan want you to meet?" he asked.

"A tv actor. Told me to meet up with his agent to talk auditions," you told him.

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like an interesting opportunity. Who is he?"

You subtly gestured toward Jun, who remained perched like a model on a large wooden crate, even the lights on him appeared to be lighting him up like a piece of art in the gallery.

"We exchanged numbers to meet someday," you mentioned casually.

"You did?" he shifted his gaze from the charming actor to study your face.

Your eyes narrowed. "Yeah. What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. Just curious."

A smile played on your lips. "Are you…"

His brow furrowed slightly. "What?"

"Jealous?"

He let out a chuckle, attempting to mask his surprise. "Jealous? Why would I be?"

You tilted your head, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you've been showing a possessive streak lately?"

His expression softened, and the hand on your lower back pressed on you a little. "What if I did feel a little jealous?"

A warmth rushed through your body, you felt it pulse in your chest.

You leaned into his touch, savouring the warmth of his hand on your back. "Well, then I might have to make it up to you somehow," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

He smiled, a mixture of playfulness and curiosity. "Oh, yeah? And how will that be?"

"Why don't you find out?" you replied coyly, and you stood on your tiptoes, letting the hand on your back go a little lower on the small of your back.

Curious fingers gingerly and discreetly explored the small of your back and ass. Seokmin understood immediately, his alarmed eyes stopping on yours. "You're not wearing underwear." he muttered.

A nervous laugh bubbled up in your chest as you nodded with your head.

His free hand took you by your jaw, pulling you into a rushed kiss. "You'll be the death of me," he groaned.

He dragged you through the dense crowd and led you out the dimly lit art gallery. You walked through a small door and found yourself in a deserted, dark alley. A tall ceramic pot with a dried plant was the only feature in the secluded area.

Seokmin was already pinning you against a wall, leaning his head down to find your lips. You had already decided to ignore all your rational thinking and melted into his lips.

"We're gonna have to be quick," he muttered, his lips brushing yours before sinking down on them again.

"I don't trust your definition of quick," you whispered, your hands slipping behind his neck to drag him into another wet kiss.

"For real this time," he smirked.

"I've never been fucked against a wall," you blurted out when your hand reached for the belt in his pants.

"Just hold onto me. I'll do the work," he mumbled and his breath hitched when he felt your fingers on his skin when you buried your hand beneath his underwear, grabbing his already hardened cock. "Your hands are cold."

"Sorry," you whispered, your hand feeling the soft skin of his length, the tip of his cock was already wet in precum when you rubbed your thumb across it, smearing the wetness around his cockhead.

"Lean against the wall. I'm going to lift you up," he muttered and you did what he said.

Seokmin reached down at your legs under the skirt of your dress and he swiftly lifted your body up, grabbing your ass in his hands. You pulled your skirt to your hips, giving him space to properly slot himself between your thighs.

Your hand snuck between his body and yours, finding his cock again with your fingers and led it to your core. Watching his face intently, you played a little with his cockhead, dragging it across your wet folds. A groan reverberated through his gritted teeth.

"You're soaking wet, baby," he said, dropping his forehead on yours when he felt you. "Does making me jealous turn you on?"

"You turn me on," you mumbled. "I missed you, Seokmin. It's been days since we last fucked."

The squelching sound coming from you playing with his cock against your entrance only made you more aroused. You bit your lip down before aligning his cockhead to your entrance, and looked at Seokmin's eyes.

"Are you sure you can take me like this?" he whispered.

You nodded, feeling so eager that you couldn't breathe. "I'm sure."

But soon you understand what the really meant. He started to ease himself inside you with shallow thrusts, stretching your tight core open so slowly, but so deliciously your eyes screw shut, making you see stars.

Normally when you had sex with him, he would play with your core with his fingers before fucking you. But now he went in without stretching you beforehand, and it had been days since you last had him inside you.

Your breath hitched at the sharp pain, grabbing him by the shoulders of his shirt and your fingers twisted to resist the pain as he was still sinking his length inside you. It was a bit painful, but you found out that your body liked it. The mere thought of him stretching your core, having him raw aroused you even more.

"You told me you could take me," he muttered in a hushed tone. "D'you want to stop?"

"No," you mumbled quickly and reached for his lips. "Keep going, please."

Your hands were clinging at his shoulders, fingers twitching at the exquisite feeling of having him inside you. His hips came to a stop, and you could feel that he had sheathed himself completely inside you.

This could drive you crazy. Him being so closely connected to your body that you could feel the warmth of him, you could feel his cock throbbing inside you as he moved in a slow pace, still adjusting to your body.

"Are you okay, baby?" he mumbled.

You muffled a whimper biting down your lip at the sound of his voice calling you that.

"I'm okay," you replied, feeling out of breath but in plain ecstasy.

His hips started moving, not caring about being slow or patient and you silently thanked him for it. He was thrusting in you so fast that there was barely any chance to capture his lips in yours so you resorted to see his face as he fucked you into the wall.

Your hands moved daintily from the shoulders of his shirt to his neck. It was already covered in a light layer of sweat, but his hips didn't faltered, thrusting inside you so deep that you felt like you were impaling yourself in his cock.

You stiffened a moan when he found a rhythm that hit your core so deliciously you felt like you had to cum soon.

"Quiet, baby," he whispered when he heard you. He leaned down and pressed a quick tender kiss on your lips, still rutting his hips against yours.

Seokmin's eyes were focused on your face, you could tell he was attentive to the faces you made whenever he'd hit the golden spot inside you. Then, one of your hands slid between your bodies, your eyebrows furrowed with tension as you managed to rub your clit, feeling so close to the release your body was building up, he smiled.

"Aw baby, are you going to cum?" he whispered.

The hand that was still clinging to him clenched at the hem of his shirt and felt your body tense up and you could savour your release. You nodded, "'m so close, babe," you whimpered.

Seokmin groaned as your walls clamped erratically around his cock, a warm wet sensation slipped where your bodies connected. You knew you were creaming on his cock and the thought of it sent you over the edge.

You came, hard enough to shake on his arms and whimper quietly his name. It took everything you had to not scream, tears brimming up in the corners of your eyes as your body went limp under the waves of bliss consuming you.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered on your lips, and you knew he was close too.

As his hips were faltering, you wrapped your legs around his hips. "No, don't pull out," you muttered wildly. A groan was muffled by your mouth as he came inside you, pumping warm ropes of cum deep inside you.

His hips came to a stop, his cock still buried deep inside your core. Now that he had stilled, you reached to kiss his lips fervently, still feeling under the craze of your orgasm.

Seokmin pulled his head back, breaking the kiss with a gasp from you.

"Babe?" he repeated, his brow deeply furrowed.

Your heart stilled.

"You don't like it?" you asked innocently. "I won't use it again."

He didn't really give an answer. He just blinked slowly, his gaze drawing away from your face and into the night sky. "You didn't let me pull out."

"I missed you," you replied with a small voice.

He lowered his eyes to find yours. "You missed me that much?" he muttered, his lips rose in a downturned smile. "Did you miss my cock so much that you needed me to fuck you in a dark alley?"

"I did," you breathed, feeling your blood rush to your cheeks. "It's all I could think of; you inside me, cumming in me."

He was breathing softly against your lips, his forehead sweaty as he gently rested it against yours. "Don't," he whispered. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

He shook his head slightly, his forehead still on yours. "Saying you missed me. Making me feel jealous. Calling me babe. Fucks with my head."

"Sorry," you heard yourself say. "I..."

You wanted to tell him that you did miss him. Not just the sex. But you couldn't quite bring yourself to say it.

You waited for a long second, his breathing was not slowing down and his forearms were starting to shake a little. He put you back on the floor, not quite letting you go until you could stand on your own.

You leaned against the wall as you watched him fix his pants quietly, his belt hanging lose as he looked at you.

"Do you have your panties?" he asked.

You nodded. "Yeah," your fingers dug at your tiny purse and you pulled a clean black thong.

He took it from your hand and knelt down before you, patting on your ankle for you to lift it up the ground and then the next. Then he slid your underwear up your legs, fixing the edges so they wouldn't bump on your dress.

"Thanks," you whispered.

"I'm going to take you home now, okay?" he muttered, he was serious now. Something you rarely saw on him.

"Kay," you whispered.

Taking your hand in his, he led you through the alley and to the street. Soon you realized that you were ten minutes away from your apartment building and Seokmin was leading you back.

He was too quiet, dangerously quiet you'd say. And you didn't know how to make him talk about what kept him this quiet. So you stayed silent too because you didn't know what to say.

"Are you... are you staying tonight?" you asked when you got to your apartment door and opened it for him.

He leaned his head against your doorframe, looking at you as if he didn't know what to do with you.

"I just wanted to get you home," he mumbled. "I'll be going now."

Your brow furrowed, feeling a morose pain sweep in your chest. A pain you knew too well.

"What's wrong?" you asked, in a small voice.

"We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" he said softly, a sad, tired look on his face.

You felt your knees wobble a bit. "We can talk now," you suggested, already feeling what would come next.

Seokmin sighed and stepped inside your apartment, closing the door behind him.

You slowly removed his jacket and handed it to him. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Of course not," he replied with a reassuring tone. He took his jacket and put it on and you noticed the expression on his face was conflicted.

You bit the inside of your cheek, your heart beating so hard against your chest you thought it might tell on you. Seokmin approached in your living room, and now you could see him under the light of the lamps.

"I don't think I can keep up with this," he admitted.

Your heart felt heavy, as if it were being squeezed in a tight fist.

"Why? What changed?" you murmured.

"I broke our promise," he sighed heavily.

A burning sense of fear crippled you. Everything was happening too fast for you to cope or understand. But you knew that you had to face it.

"The more we fuck around the more I realise that it's not just the sex what I want anymore," Seokmin continued. "I know I promised this wouldn't happen, but it did. And I'm not sure how much longer I can take this fake dating, because I want more... I want to be with you."

A heavy silence hung in the air, and you struggled to find the right words to respond. After a moment, you managed to say, "I didn't think this would happen so soon."

He nodded, his eyes darkened with a mix of regret and longing. "I understand if you need space. I just had to be honest with you."

You inhaled deeply, attempting to calm your aching heart. "I'm not ready. Not yet."

You could see the internal struggle in his eyes, the turmoil of emotions he'd been dealing with. And he could probably see the same in your eyes.

"I know," he finally said, his voice tense with defeat.

Of course he knew. He was your best friend. He was there when you were broken after finding out your ex had cheated on you. He understood everything you had gone through to move on. He would know if you're ready to love again.

"But we can work it out," you murmured, your eyes suddenly filling with tears. "I want us to."

His gaze softened, and he reached out to wipe away a tear that had escaped down your cheek. "I don't want to rush you. I'll be patient."

Your voice trembled as you replied, "I just need time."

He pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'll give you all the time you need," he promised, his voice reassuring. "I'm not going anywhere."

As you both stood there, wrapped in the weight of the moment, the air felt heavy with unspoken words and a understanding. You hugged him close to your body, shaking with sobs, allowing yourself to bury your face in the warmth of his chest.

"I need to go now," he muttered with a heavy tone.

Your arms tensed around him. You heard him release a sigh, and knew he was smiling.

"Have a bath and go to bed," he instructed. "You'll feel better."

You didn't want him to leave. But when you finally forced yourself to let him go, he kissed your forehead sweetly before patting your head as he always did.

"I'll stay close, noodle. Don't worry," he muttered with a soft smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Then he turned away and left quietly.

♡︎ a/n: i love dk sm! u-u i got a bit carried away with the angst i just love it hehe. if you liked reading this feel free to show it some love leaving a like, reblogging, commenting. k, bye! ( · ❛ ֊ ❛)

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kawaoneechan · 1 year ago

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You know how the cartoons in King's Quest 7 (1994) were done by Animation Magic, who also did CD-I Zelda (1993) and I.M. Meen (1995)?

I've been pondering how anachronistic the cutscenes in The Dating Pool look. Sure, 3D pre-rendered backgrounds are one thing but the characters are 3D too...

Now, the cutscenes in my game aren't animated like I.M. Meen and Zelda are, all you get is some limited animation cos I'm just one guy making a point-n-click adventure game that's supposedly from late 1993, early 1994. Hence the whole old-school "natively runs on MS-DOS" thing.

But still! Just as an example, here's a single slide from an early cutscene in my game, next to an overdraw I whipped up in like half an hour tops. One looks better, perhaps, but the other looks maybe more... time-appropriate?

#firrhna project #felin #sci #game design #visual design #cd i zelda #i m meen #the dating pool

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androgynealienfemme · 1 year ago

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"I was barely a dyke then, let alone butch, but it was the lure of female masculinity that drew me out and into the queer world. When I was coming out, butch was no longer new. There was both popular knowledge and an underground cultural understanding of what it meant to be butch -- and there were books written from both perspectives. I may not have known it intimately, as a late-blooming queer who grew up in an extremely straight southern-US town, but I knew enough to feel self-conscious about claiming butchness.

You see, I was never a tomboy. There, I said it. I was never a goddamn tomboy; I never resisted the dresses my mom wanted me to wear, never hid in my dad's closet trying on his clothes. I did gender conformity without any real fight, and when I came out to my mom, she used it against me-- "But you were always so feminine!"

Maybe I didn't have the fight in me, maybe I wanted to fit in more than I wanted to know myself, but until I was well past twenty, I wore my hair long, with earrings dangling, and makeup on my face. I wore spaghetti-strap tank tops and flowing skirts. I flaunted my cleavage.

The butch narrative I had absorbed, the one I began to furtively read about as I came out, wasn't mine. I wasn't a rough-and-tumblr butch kid, all scabby knees and hardness, fighting against mom over Sunday dresses. I wasn't good at sports, didn't have trouble being friends with girls, didn't feel more "boy" than "girl." So when I slowly started easing towards the masculine side of the spectrum, I was self-conscious as hell. I felt like an imposter. I felt like a phony. I had similar feelings when I came out as a lesbian, but my fantasies about women quickly assuaged my fears of being a queer fraud.

With my gender presentation, I couldn't get over the feeling that I was trying too hard. Even as I slowly shed the layers of femininity in my presentation, the self-consciousness still affected what labels I used. I knew what butch was, and I still felt it couldn't be me. I had dated me. I wore a pink dress to prom. I was short and chubby and more giggly than tough.

It was a fierce femme who bossy-bottomed me into the role of butch top. It was easy to be the butch to C's femme, and she delighted in my enjoyment of her high hells, pretty dresses, and makeup. In those moments, when my insecurity was stronger than my sense of self, the contrast between my budding masculinity and her strong, well-articulated femininity were just what I needed to feel whole, strong, even butch. C didn't change me, exactly, but our gender-play heavy sex gave me room to figure out what my gender could look like in those private spaces we shared."

“Persistence: All Ways Butch and Femme: Coming Back Around to Butch” by Miriam Zoila Perez, On Butch and Femme: Compiled Readings, (edited by I.M. Epstein) (2017)

#persistence: all the ways butch and femme #Miriam Zoila Perez #on butch and femme: compiled readings #on butch and femme #butch lit #femme lit #lesbian lit #lesbian #lesbianism #butch and femme #femme 4 butch #lgbt #lgbtq+ lit

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mebeindelulu · 1 year ago

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- I.M -

Your dates with Changkyun

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k-tarotz · 1 year ago

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꒰͡ㅤlist of works ͡꒱

ི꒰͡ ໋.⠀ please take these as a grain of salt .. ˖ ᘝ ׄ ׅ

Enhypen;

Sunghoon’s FS

How sunghoon acts around his crush

Sunghoon's personality

Sunghoon red and green flags

Jake’s FS

Jake's current love status

Jake's personality reading

What is Jake like when angry

How the industry views Jake

Jungwon’s FS

How does the industry view jungwon

Heeseung 2024 career reading

Jay's ideal type

How Jay would act around his crush

Jay Love Life (240314)

Jay's [current] love status

How the members/industry view sunoo

Niki's future spouse

How niki would act around his crush

Mtl to date a fan

Enhypen's love languages

How enhypen would react to their s/o crying

Ateez;

San’s Ideal Type

Has San already met his FS? - 231107

Seonghwa's Personality

Hongjoong’s Ideal Type

Mtl to date a fan

What do the members think about the lack of support from knetz

Txt;

When will Soobin meet his FS?

Soobin's [current] personality reading

When will Yeonjun meet his FS?

Yeonjun current love status

Beomgyu's red and green flags

Beomgyu's ideal type

How beomgyu acts around his crush

Mtl to date someone younger

Mtl to be possessive

Mtl to date a fan

Riize;

Wonbin’s & Sohee’s view of each other

Mtl to date someone younger

Wonbin’s future spouse

NCT;

How people in the industry view Haechan

How people in the industry view Mark

Chenle's future spouse

Chenle's Personality reading

Chenle's ideal type

Chenle's current love status

Jisung's current love life

Jisung's Personality

Mark Lee current love life

Jaemin current love status

Jaemin's Personality

Mtl to date a fan

BTS;

Taehyung’s FS’ personality & his first impression

BoyNextDoor;

Taesan’s Ideal Type

Leehan's ideal type

Sungho's ideal type

Jaehyun’s ideal type

Boynextdoor dynamics

Seventeen:

Wonwoo ideal type

Mingyu's current love life

Joshua's current love life

Mtl to date a fan

Zb1;

Ricky's ideal type

Gunwook's ideal type

Gunwook as boyfriend

Stray kids;

Hyunjin's career & aesthetics

Hyunjin's current love status

Jisung's current love status

Jisung's ideal type

Minho's current love status

Minho's ideal type

Felix current love status

Changbin's ideal type

Seungmin's ideal type

Exo;

Xiumin Fs

The boyz;

Eric love life status

Lesserafim;

Lesserafim dynamics

Yunjin's current love status

New jeans;

What kpop idols think about minji [male version]

Ive;

How wonyoung is viewed

Wonyoung's ideal type

Somi about wonyoung

Itzy;

Ryujin current love life status

Mamamoo:

Moonbyul's current love status

Somi:

Somi's Personality reading

P1Harmony:

Theo Love Life (240314)

Theo's ideal type (personality)

Theo's ideal type (appearance)

Keeho's ideal type

Jongseob Love Life (240314)

Jiung Love Life (240314)

Jiung's ideal type (personality)

Members love languages

I’LLIT:

Will they become famous?

Monsta X:

Did I.M meet his FS yet?

I.M's mental health

Aespa:

Karina & Jaewook energy check

Astro:

Eunwoo's Love status

82major:

Yechan's ideal type

#updated everyday #masterlist #kpop

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etherealyoonghwa · 2 years ago

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Monsta X Recommendations

I.M

feel better @moonhoures

He Calls You Clingy @blu-joons

‘til death do we part, changkyun @mxnrly

Babe @kimbapuhkidding

chasing love - two @peachoony

“Why can’t I ever get enough of you ?” @crabsxdragons

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” @milfgyuu

Time for a Change @kwanisms

Jealousy @kwanisms

Give it a Chance @kwanisms

Close your eyes and hold out your hands @bebecue

Wrong Number @prettywordsyouleft

Affectionately Attached @jae-bummer

“You’re still here and I already miss you” @crabsxdragons

DATING IM CHANGKYUN @taexual

Minhyuk

Ditto @svtcarat-exo-l

Shownu

a blackout @shownusgfayoooo

Hyungwon

Angel @eternalmx

Unknown Number @heartau

Fuck Away The Pain @seunguwoos

[10:49 p.m] @bearseokie

Friends Don’t Do That @welovekpopscenarios

Kihyun

I Only Hate You A Little- Part 4 @little-chimchim

Cruel Lips @little-chimchim

Borrowed @little-chimchim

Jooheon

Dating Jooheon would include @ultkpp-blog

Ot6/7

When He Carries An Item Specifically For You @blu-joons

When You Feel Lonely @blu-joons

When He Gets Jealous Of Another Guy @blu-joons

When you confess your feelings to them @narika-a

Them crying in their s/o’s arms after a hard day @narika-a

Monsta X as the guy who hits on you in a bookstore @thesnowinthemountains

You wearing their shirt/sweater as pajamas @sugarjaee

Asking to call you baby girl @cho-ji-eun

First Time: Kissing @fymoanstax

Zoey Masterlist @k-llama-llama

Zoey Masterlist P.2 @k-llama-llama

"when I get home you better be on the bed waiting for me" @kpurereactions

Thigh riding @taexual

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zheniakirsikkalove · 4 months ago

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I.M WORLD TOUR 2024 <Off The Beat>

✔️ Get your tickets here

→ https://imnameim.lnk.to/WORLDTOUR2024

- 2024.05.25-05.26 : SEOUL

- 2024.07.26 : LONDON

- 2024.07.28 : PARIS

- 2024.08.01 : COLOGNE

- 2024.08.03 : BERLIN

- 2024.08.08 : BOSTON

- 2024.08.12 : NEW YORK

- 2024.08.15 : TORONTO

- 2024.08.17 : CHICAGO

- 2024.08.23 : HOUSTON

- 2024.08.25 : DALLAS

- 2024.08.27 : VANCOUVER

- 2024.08.29 : BERKELEY

- 2024.08.31-09.01 : LOS ANGELES

- 2024.09.19 : TAIPEI

- 2024.09.22 : TOKYO

- 2024.09.24 : BANGKOK

- 2024.09.29 : MACAU

Source I.M Official Website

#i.m tour dates 2024 #몬스타엑스 #MONBEBE #i.m monsta x #i.m #monsta x #아이엠 #im changkyun #monstax #changkyun #monsta x monbebe

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panjakes · 1 year ago

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MASTERLIST

GROUPS

-BTS(Biases-J-Hope&Yoongi)

-MonstaX(Biases-I.M&Jooheon)

-Zero base one(Biases-Ricky&Matthew)

-Enhypen(Biases-Jake&Heeseung)

-TXT(Biases-Yeonjun&Hueningkai)

-Seventeen(Biases-Vernon,Dk,Jeonghan)

-NCT127(Biases-Yuta&Haechan)

-Ateez(OT8)

-The Boyz(Biases-Juyeon,Jacob&Q)

-NCT Dream(Biases-Jaemin&Renjun)

-Stray Kids(OT8)

SHOWS

-All Of Us Are Dead

No matter what-Cheongsan

Not on my watch-gyeongsu

In the end-Suhyeok

-Vincenzo

Hard goodbyes/Part 2-Hanseo

Wife?!-Vincenzo

Come back

-Blind(2023)

I didn’t Do it-

-Sweet home

Surprise-

Actors

-Go on a date with me?

Cramps

Wedding Day-Ahn Hyoseop

Meet the family- Ahn Hyoseop

Butterflies- Ahn Hyoseop

Series

The First Lady(On going)-Chp.1, Chap.2, Chap.3

The investigator and the Thief(on going) Chp.1, Chp.2, Chp.3

Blood stains(On going)-Chp.1, Chp.2

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ateez-himari · 2 months ago

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ATEEZ PLAYLIST; RECCOMENDATIONS

[ATEEZ UPLOADED A NEW VIDEO]

ARTIST REFLECTION

제이홉 (J-Hope) - Blue Side

Having an anxious nature it was not unexpected that attending high school in the midst of training would be stress inducing for the young girl, so once the rapper finished the song the file was sent to her in hopes that the calming melody would make morning walks to the establishment less dreadful. The picture chosen as a background was actually taken by him on a day he was brought along by her older brother to pick the trainee up, which had become somewhat of a routine for them on rest days.

종현 (Jonghyun) - Moon

This song had been part of her life since it was released as it rapidly became her favorite, often being used for vocal practice or simply played through headphones at night while looking out of the dorm balcony in order to distract herself from thoughts that would turn into nightmares in the deepest of sleeps. It holds such significance to her that she has been thinking about making a cover, yet keeps recording it until it truly honors the original which means it will likely never be released.

세븐틴 (Seventeen) - 우리의 새벽은 낮보다 뜨겁다 (Our dawn is hotter than day)

At the time when she was still unwell mentally the members went on a camping trip together in order to give everyone a break from the hard work they had been putting into the preparation of their comeback and this song just so happened to play while they sat around the campfire. Wooyoung was the first to start singing, followed closely by the rest of the group, turning an already relaxing night into one of laughter and since then, this song has been tied to one of the warmest memories of their friendship.

수호 (Suho) ft 장재인 (Jane Jang) - Dinner

While the track talks about the loss of love between two people it was playing during the couple's first anniversary date which later ended with the two dancing around and singing, leading the rapper to fall in love with her voice once more. When she performed it on I.M ON THE BEAT people were surprised at how perfectly this fit her voice due to hearing rougher vocals in group songs, showing audiences the more delicate side of herself. In a sense this symbolized the transition from the darker part of her life into a happier mindset as she has a habit of humming this song when painting, which she had stopped doing at the time.

#ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez 9th member #ateez extra member #ateez female member #kpop oc

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prettyrealm · 8 months ago

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monsta x i.m as a boyfriend reading

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overall:

i.m is super dependent and wants the perfect partnership, but he’s also very closed off, so he wishes he could skip the talking stage (getting to know each other, gauging whether he can trust you or not and eventually having to open up himself) and just be locked in and in love. he has very high expectations - it’s not just about going on dates and remembering anniversaries to him, it’s a life long partnership. i.m wants to grow with his partner and do everything together - he wouldn’t even be in a relationship if he didn’t want to do things as a unit. he’s someone who really values loyalty, so he will be there for you through tough times or if you were to fall ill. he wants a classic “your strengths make up for my weaknesses” and vice versa relationship, where you are always each others first choice. I think i.m genuinely wants to be a good boyfriend. he wants you to be able to go to your friends like “yeah my bf does everything right.” he’s also a very patient person, he wants to stick by someone through all phases that they go through. another thing is that i.m is good at removing himself from toxic situations when he recognises them (it’s just that he can also find “red flags” that could really be worked through instead).

strengths:

i.m is mega romantic, he wants wants you to feel special and loved. he will do all the easy things like celebrating birthdays and vacationing but also all the hard things - supporting you through goals & dreams, sicknesses, grief etc. he’s genuinely a giving person. he really wants to learn about you and make you feel comfortable to the point you can tell him ANYTHING, he doesn’t want you to be shy about anything, even with smaller things (like he’ll buy your tampons). he wants to grow with you and even likes to talk about long term goals and making sure that you guys achieve them (like coming up with a 5 year plan or “ok where will we be this time next year?”). he is also the type to own up to his faults and apologize if he truly believes he was in the wrong. but basically, he’s going to try and be giving to you in every way (time, energy, money etc.), he is a very generous lover.

weaknesses:

he looks for red flags and he’s paranoid about how much the other person really likes him, so that causes him to put unnecessary stress on the relationship. he’s definitely still hung up on someone from his past. he’s still trying to find someone he likes as much as her, to the point that even if he’s in a long term relationship currently, he’d be thinking “when will it feel like how it was with her again..”. and in an attempt to be there for people at their worst, he can put up with being treated pretty horribly by partners (not reciprocating his same love & care), and even rationalizes his mistreatment by thinking they’re just going through something and that he’s being supportive (the way he hopes they would for him during bad times). he really has a problem with letting people be really selfish with his money, energy and time. while he will end things once he realizes a person is truly selfish, he realizes too late. due to wanting such a deep connection, he can be a smothering partner - behaving too pushy and not giving the other person a chance to breathe. i.m is really desperate to be understood, he wants a girl that can get him like he wants to get her, but then still refuses to open up to her. it’s like he doesn’t get people can’t learn to know him if he refuses to tell them who he is. he puts more value on looks than he thinks he does, going after super pretty girls and just hoping their personalities will be compatible (or even improve) once they date. overall, he’s just really paranoid.

what kind of relationship is i.m looking for?

right now, i.m wants a very serious relationship. one where they feel safe with each other and they don’t mock or tease each other - mutually very supportive. he wants a really close relationship - to the point where other people might judge it or think it’s too much (maybe having each other locations on, or knowing passwords etc). he is looking for a very equal relationship, where they are both very giving but they don’t leech off of each other (so he wants a strong woman, sort of like a power couple, though he not really looking to dominate the business world or anything). he wants to spend A LOT of time with the person he’s dating (decorate their home together, travel together etc.). he wants a relationship where you go home to them after a long day and know you’re going to feel safe, supported and comforted. a peaceful and protecting relationship. he’s looking for a long term relationship.

#tarot #kpop tarot #kpop readings #kpop #celebrity tarot reading #celebrity tarot #as a bf/gf reading #changkyun #i.m #monsta x #commissions

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minnieminshi · 9 months ago

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Sporteen Masterlist

Welcome to what I call my chronic brainrot and where I start to accept the fact that I might actually like watching sports even tho I spent most of my childhood saying I hate sports lol

This is the first series I’ve done and I’m also a first year uni student so I make no promises on how frequent I can update this but I do wanna try to get them done at least by when my semester ends in like April

Also some of the stories are linked as since some of the guys are on the same team/sport

Choi Seungcheol: Pucking Chemistry

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself lol, mentions of your father abandoning the family

Extra info: high school setting, Cheol uses the term "princess" a lot and I'm a sucker for calling people by their last name, mentions of Monsta X’s I.M (aka Changkyun) and Kard’s Somin (but she gets mentioned like once lol), your little brother’s name never gets mentioned but you do call him Frosty lol, and my knowledge of hockey is limited to watching Dr. Mike on yt talk about hockey injuries so there’s not a whole lot of hockey action in this fic lmao. On a personal note, this fic made my realize my little brother is turning 13 this year and I can’t handle that because what do you mean he’s a teen now he literally turned one the other day and I think that shows in this fic lol

Release: 2/24 Read Here

Word count: 9.9K

Yoon Jeonghan: Maybe Romeo and Juliet Were Onto Something

Summary: When you agreed to help your dad with coaching his soccer team, you expected to help with writing down prs and handing out water bottles in return for free tickets and an excuse to be out of your dorm. What you didn’t expect to happen was falling for the charming co-captain of his soccer team. So do you take your shot with co-captain or do you heed your dad’s one and only rule of absolutely no dating his players?

Warnings: cursing since that’s gonna be pretty much a staple in my writing lol, arguments with a parent

Extra info: uni setting, so originally Jeonghan was gonna be a basketball player but then I remembered I hate basketball due to getting hit in the face and breaking my glasses on my birthday during practice… Plus I saw a tiktok of svt playing sports and Jeonghan was playing soccer and the gears started turning in my head lol

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Hong (Jisoo) Joshua: It’s a Win-Win! Right?

Summary: Agreeing to fake date your best friend definitely wasn’t on your schedule when you dropped by after Joshua’s swim practice after your student council meeting had ended. But with his oddly passionate fangirls, you suppose this was more for his comfort than anything else. And hey, you could also use this to get your vice president to stop hitting on you as well, so it's a win-win for everyone. Plus it’s not like you’d be met with the realization that you might be in love with your best friend, that’s crazy…

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself lol, and crazy fangirls

Extra info: high school setting, I got a confession… I don’t actually know how to swim lmaoo I just never learned so I apologize for the lack of actual swimming lol and Joshua is definitely inspired by Oikawa from Haikyuu in the sense of his fangirls lol and I guarantee there’s at least 50 fake dating Oikawa fics so here’s my spin on that with Joshua lol. I was also half tempted to make Joshua like one of my friends, who, for some reason decided our senior year to join our school’s swim team that I didn’t even know we had lol while he was on the varsity soccer team but I decided against it for simplicity lmao

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Wen Junhui: Racing Hearts and Skating to Love

Summary: Getting the chance to perform at an end of year celebration? Amazing! Having to perform a paired performance with Wen Junhui? Not amazing! Don’t get it twisted! You don’t hate Junhui, in fact it’s the opposite. You’ve been silently crushing on your fellow skater for months, and now you’re going to have to create and perform a paired program with him. Which of course meant having to spend weeks with him, and getting close to him to actually practice. But you can do this, it’s only for a few weeks, your heart can handle it. Hopefully it can, at least.

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself lol

Extra info: it’s never mentioned but it’s a uni au lol, reader wears contacts and glasses because I do too and I love Wen Junhui so next question lol and literally all my knowledge of ice skating comes from the time I was obsessed with Yuzuru Hanyu like a year or two ago so I apologize for the inaccuracies of the sport lol

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Kwon Soonyoung: Goal- Wait Watch Out!

Summary: Meet cute except it’s not cute and you probably have a concussion from the rogue soccer ball to the head. All you were trying to do was drop off your roommate's lunch since she forgot in the morning and now you’re being carried by a concerned goalie and your roommate treating you like one of her athletes. At least the goalie carrying you is cute?

Warnings: cursing since I can’t help myself, and of course injuries (a concussion) since that’s the plot lol

Extra info: uni setting, my knowledge is very limited on soccer and all that I do know comes from when my librarian would let me stay in the library while the cup was going on last year instead of making me go do errands for the teachers during my student aide period lol and putting Hoshi as goalie is most definitely brought on by Jeonghan’s monthly meeting pics of him as the goalie lol

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Jeon Wonwoo: Scheming Love

Summary: When your coach told your team that you guys would play a skirmish against the boys volleyball team for fun, you felt your heart freeze. Now you weren’t scared of the boys team, you believe your team is fully capable of beating them in a game. No, what scares you is the fact that it means you have to play against Jeon Wonwoo, one of the middle blockers on the team. And your longtime crush. Normally you’re confident as a libero, doing your best to make sure your team’s defense’s on top and making sure the ball doesn’t touch the ground, but with Wonwoo on the court at the same time? Maybe you should start apologizing to your team now. Wait, why did they have a team huddle while you were helping the manager bring the water bottles? And why are they smiling at you like they’ve just made the greatest plan in the history of the world?

Warnings: cursing as usual, and threatening to strangle someone (as a joke lol)

Extra info: high school setting, reader wears glasses because I do too and I love Wonwoo lol. One of two fics that are fueled by my Haikyuu brainrot that’s coming back thanks to the movies and the new content that’s been coming out recently. Wonwoo as a middle blocker is brought on by this twitter artist that’s drawn Tsukishima in some Wonwoo stage outfits and that has caused me great pain I eat it up every time and reader being a libero is because that’s my favorite position lol

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Lee Jihoon: Wait Where Are You Going? Come Back!

Summary: You really didn’t plan to watch your university’s baseball team play today, especially since it was so hot out and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky to provide some shade to hide under. But alas, your best friend insisted on dragging you along, wanting to watch her boyfriend play. Sure that’s fine and dandy, but why drag you along? At least the catcher’s cute, or what you can see of him on account of his mask. Wow, he's really muscular and is he giving Seokmin signs on how to pitch- wait why is your best friend and her boyfriend pushing the two of you after the game is over? And why are they running away? Oh, she’s gonna pay for this once you get through his conversation with the cute catcher.

Warnings: cursing as usual, and betrayal from your best friend and Seokmin lol

Extra info: uni setting, I’m like 85% sure Woozi said he used to play as catcher when he played baseball so that’s why he has this position. I don’t know anything about baseball besides one man named Shohei Ohtani and that getting hit with the ball hurts like hell (and all the injuries Dr. Mike on yt covered lol)

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Lee Seokmin: Breaking News! Falling in Love is Scary!

Summary: Being part of your university’s blog and radio show is great, until you’re being forced out of the studio/office and out in the open to go interview the baseball team after a recent winning streak. Normally this job would get assigned to another team member, but after a recent bout of frat flu ravaging your crew, the interview is left up to you. Whatever, just get the answers to the prewritten questions you have and the sooner you can go back to the studio/office to work on other things. Or that was the plan before the pitcher, Lee Seokmin, took an interest in you and suddenly seemed to pop up everywhere around campus. Or aka, grumpy reporter x sunshine baseball player.

Warnings: cursing as per usual, and you being a hater for no reason lol

Extra info: uni setting, I don’t know much about baseball other than the fact that I would kill to see DK in a baseball uniform

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Kim Mingyu: Red Bandage of Fate

Summary: When you joined the athletic team as a student trainer and got assigned to the university’s soccer team, you wondered if the team’s number 06, Kim Mingyu, the ace of the team and top scorer, was the same Kim Mingyu who basically lived in the training center, constantly in need of treatment for his never ending list of injuries. And please, slow down with the injuries, the center’s almost out of athletic tape and bandages, you’re begging him to please be more careful out on the field.

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself, and very obviously injuries (I’ll come back to be more specific with the injuries lol)

Extra info: uni setting, I’m taking an intro to athletic training class this sem so I know some stuff about treating athletes but again it’s intro class so beware if some things aren’t super accurate lol

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Xu Minghao: Filmed Lovestory

Summary: When you agreed to help film your friend’s practice for an upcoming competition, you didn’t think much of it. You’ve done it thousands of times. Put on your skates, a couple of extra layers so you won’t freeze, use her phone to record her, and follow her out on the ice. It’s simple, really, and a great way to spend Saturdays while also getting some exercise in between your tiring uni life. What you didn’t expect is somehow to agree to film the practices of one of her skating friends. Her very handsome skating friend, you might add. So now your weekends are fully booked for the ice, but watching Minghao skate on the ice, it’s not so bad.

Warnings: cursing as per usual

Extra info: uni setting, as I mentioned with my Jun fic, all of my figure skating knowledge comes from the time I was obsessed with Yuzuru Hanyu like a year or two ago so again I apologize for the inaccuracies of the sport

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Boo Seungkwan: Tangerines, Confessions and a Supply Closet

Summary: When you agreed to be the boys volleyball team’s manager, you didn’t think you’d spend your high school career taking care of the team. Yet, here you are, in your senior year and the only reason some of your players are even here (and why some of them are passing their classes, seriously signing up as a manager became a lot more than just handing out water bottles!). The only reason you’ve been able to stick around as long as you have is because of the team’s setter, Boo Seungkwan, who makes your job of wrangling the team a little easier. Now if only you could get the team off your back about confessing to him before the two of you graduate, that really would be great.

Warnings: cursing as per usual, threats to kill an entire volleyball team (all jokes), and getting locked in a supply closet

Extra info: high school setting, this is the second fic that is 100% fueled by my Haikyuu phase that is slowly coming back due to the movies and the new content that’s been coming out recently. And out of all the sports, this is the one I’m most knowledgeable in since I actually watch matches (shout out to Lim Sungjin and Heo Subong). Also I had such a hard time giving Seungkwan a sport since he does so much I decided on volleyball because the thought of him playing makes me want to bark so there’s that

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Chwe (Vernon) Hansol: Quick, He’s Not Watching!

Summary: When your older brother told you to wait for him in the bleachers, promising to give you a ride after your night class, you didn’t think much of it. If you’re lucky, you’d be able to take a nap in the bleachers waiting for him. What you didn’t expect was to somehow catch the attention of one of the midfielders, Vernon. As you come around more and more often, you find the midfielder always making an effort to say hey to you, and even stealing some of the team’s snacks for you. Now you just wonder if he’ll make a move before your brother notices the two of you getting closer with each other.

Warnings: uni setting, cursing as per usual, and older protective brother that means well but doesn’t go about it the right way

Extra info: I deadass looked up what the positions in soccer are because I have no idea what goes on in the sport even though one of my friend’s played our entire high school career

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Lee Chan: You’re Not Too Bad

Summary: You didn’t think that showing up to your best friend’s, Seokmin’s, baseball practices would make one of the players hate you, but here you are and apparently Lee Chan hates you. Or so you think at least. The rest of the team loves you, especially since you always bring them plenty of food to feed them throughout practice (it pays to be a nutrition major) and always try to help out even though you’re not an official manager. But it’s no biggie, it’s not like Chan hating you bothers you, nope, not at all. But maybe you’d skip out on stopping by Seokmin’s practice for the week… Yeah that sounds like a good idea.

Warnings: cursing as per usual, Chan being a bit of an asshole but it gets resolved don’t worry

Extra info: uni setting, Dino being assigned baseball is all because of the 231105 fansign where he was given a baseball jersey and glove, and I still don’t know how baseball works

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sugolara · 6 months ago

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𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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The shades of purple and pink disappeared and were replaced with blue as the sun finally appeared. A few clouds were added, but not enough to look like the day would be rainy. It did, however, make the trees sway and shadows could be seen everywhere. The weather would have looked nice, especially with the leaves fluttering around as Fumikage drove by the thousand trees that rested around.

Fumikage and Mezo were just coming back after they spotted a gas station just a few buildings ahead where they dropped Ochako and Izuku. The other two stayed at a discount store, figuring out how to open the doors without causing any noises as a few rotters were just behind them. They were both covered by a semi-truck that had its trunk open with a few boxes, most likely it was dropping off the store's supplies.

“So…” Ochaco eyed him briefly, “how’s F/n?”

Izuku, who had his hands busy with his knife as he fiddled around the keyhole, jamming the tip of his knife to act like a lockpick was rather unsure of the question himself, “She’s good. I know she can take care of herself, but sometimes I wish she would let me do it for her. She sometimes scares me. A big part of it is because I can never guess what her next move will be.”

He then let out a small sigh, “I guess that’s what dating is supposed to feel like, right?”

She let out an airy chuckle as she looked around for any presence of danger. To her it felt like she was seeing herself. That she was sitting where Izuku was as she felt like that towards him back in high school. It was funny to her, now he understood how she felt when he behaved recklessly, “It’ll get better. You’re at the beginning of the stage. As the years pass by, this will be nothing but light work.”

He smiled at her, hearing that was reassuring, “You think so?”

She awkwardly scratched her head, “I think so..? I’m not sure. I’m just trying to say anything that’ll help you feel better, sorry.”

He didn’t feel disappointed, instead it kind of helped, “No, I think you’re right. Everyone’s relationships are different. Maybe with us, it’ll be slow. Which is a good thing, right? I’ve seen some relationships that do start off slow, like my parents. They had a healthy one at least that’s what I’ve seen, even though my father wasn’t around much I would sometimes hear them talk and my mom would laugh. When he’d come by to visit they always this face that I never understood, but now that I think about it, I finally understand…”

She let out a laugh as she let him ramble on, “I’m positive you guys have a healthy relationship. It may look off considering you two are completely different, but it's just like they always say, opposites attract.”

He perked up at that as he grinned, “You’re right! I can’t believe I forgot about that!”

She chuckled as she gave him a glance, “She’s really lucky to have you, Izuku. You’re lucky to have her too, y’know. When she first got here, she was different. Like scary different! But then I noticed how she was with you and the look on her face she had when she spotted you…was completely different than she had with everyone else. If I had to guess, she loved you more than anyone else.”

Izuku looked at her. His hands left his knife as they reached to grab hers that rested neatly on her own weapon, “Thank you, Ochaco, really. It means a lot coming from you.”

Her heart was beating fast at his warm hands. She in return smiled at him, a coat of blush on her cheeks, “You’re welcome.”

Despite the cloudy sky, the sun shining down at them felt warm. Like a toasty blanket or the arms of their parents wrapped around them. Their bodies soaked the sunlight, unsure if they were to ever see it again with how things are.

One last smile was shared as Izuku returned to fiddling with the key hole. Despite their situation, Izuku was glad to have her around as her presence was soothing. It was comforting.

Finally, with a click, the doors were no longer tense as the glass wobbled slightly, indicating that the doors were now open. He couldn't believe he had even managed to open it. He thought he might have needed a lockpicking gear or perhaps just breaking the window, but to see it actually open with him just jamming his knife had him feeling accomplished.

“Nice work, Deku!” Ochaco then grabbed one side of the door as she pulled it open. The male did the same to the other, though only opening so only one could fit through.

WIth their bags on their back, they each pulled their flashlight as the store was dark from the lack of windows. To see the store was left untouched was concerning, so they both needed to hurry and grab what they needed in case someone else had already claimed it.

They shined their flashlights everywhere and upon seeing the state, it seemed like the wilderness were beginning to take over as vines began to penetrate through the cracks of the building and just on the pavement were they last where they could see moss spreading.

“Let's check if it's clear.” Izuku said as he glanced to the back of the store. It was fairly big and thankfully the shelfs didn’t reach to the top like other stores, it was about neck length. He could see the end of the wall but he wanted to be sure they were the only two, “You check the front and I’ll check the back. There’s more room over there so let me take care of that.”

As much as she wanted to tell him she can handle such measures she complied, “Okay, yell out if you’re having trouble.”

With a nod, Izuku left her and began to approach the back. He shined his light around before entering through the only door that led to the back rooms where it was used for storage. Boxes were placed on shelf racks but despite that he ignored it as his nose could faintly smell something putrid. The further he walked the smell became strong, he was sure the smell would stick to his clothing. It had him holding his hand to his nose as he tried his best to contain a gag.

Upon seeing another room, most likely the breakroom, he opened it and just as he did so, the smell smacked his face. He backed away as he squinted with tears, the atrocious smell burning his eyes. He maintained his hand to keep steady as he shined his light.

A feeling of sadness and grievance hit him as he saw the employees, with their work attire on them, huddling in the ground with a pistol just beside them. One of them had actually managed to survive the pack of suicide, but instead of being a corpse with blood coursing through them, they were left to turn into the dead as it quietly moaned and reached its hand out of the male.

He watched as it tried to get up, but it quickly fell as it had been broken and was placed in an awkward position. The person must’ve injured itself and crawled its way back here as Izuku looked below him where he could see dried crimson that stopped where the dead were sitting.

To see it had given up and decided to die where its other friends had committed was depressing. It was probably too scared to do anything as it knew that there was no hope with a broken leg as well with no one being around to heal it.

With pity and mostly grief, Izuku pulled his pistol from his holster and carefully approached the dead. He then closed its eyes as he felt it grab his jeans with a weak grasp before ending its pain, the body going limp and the hands no longer on him.

He stayed there for a couple seconds before leaving and closing the door, but not before grabbing their gun. With the door closed behind him, he walked to where Ochaco was last seen and checked how many bullets were left in the chamber. As expected, there was nothing.

He placed the gun on his waistband as he exited it. Seeing Ochaco look around, he entered the room next door, but quickly left when he saw it was a bathroom. He checked the last room that was a small hallway, leading to the outside judging from the exit sign. He roughly let out a sigh as he should’ve checked that door first before opening the main doors.

Letting the girl do her business, he walked into an aisle where rip-off board games, party supplies and birthday cards as well as toys were displayed. As he slowly strolled through the aisle, the corners of his eyes stopped as he spotted something familiar.

He backtracked his steps and reached his hands towards the shelf where he picked up a board game. It was dusty, so he wiped it away until he could see the name of the game. A feeling of nostalgia hit him. A smile appeared on his lips as he remembered the day he received such a gift from his mother.

It was his sixth birthday and he desperately wanted to get his hand on it as the game was made after a movie. He played by himself, sometimes his mother or when his father was home would join, but for the most part he played alone. However, over the years he’s forgotten about it as it sat underneath his bed, collecting dust, yet it seemed like the board game never forgot about him as it always appeared to be in his life.

Even through this sickened world.

“Roll the dice, move your character, pick up a card and it decides your fate!” Izuku beamingly said as he showed Katsuki and F/n. He rolled, moved and picked up a card where he then showed it to them, “I’m a hero! There's also civilians, police, doctors and workers, but they’re not that important.”

“What’s this?” F/n pointed to her side of the board where she could see what looked like a cell but with money inside.

“It means you go to prison for a bank heist.” Izuku said, his smile never leaving.

“What if I’m a hero and I land there?” Katsuki said, getting annoyed as he didn't understand, “Does that make me a villain or what?”

Izuku shook his head as he grabbed the hero information card and turned it around, “If you land on anything that has a cell it means you did your job and sent the villain to jail—which also means, if any of you are a villain, you have to place your character on that box.”

“What if there's two?” F/n asked as she had previously rolled her dice and picked up a card. She was a villain.

“That's when the hero decides on who gets to be put in jail!” Katsuki and F/n could feel his happiness emit from him. Had they known he would have been this excited to play a child's board game, then they would have grabbed this days ago. At least it gave them something to do other than keeping watch over the two story tan house.

“And the benefits of a villain?” Katsuki asked as he scowled when he grabbed his card and was fated to be a villain as well.

Izuku grabbed the villain's information, “You pretty much have free range of anything. You can go back, go forward, move to a different box, but that's only if you get a card which only the villain is allowed to have. I guess you can call it your ace card.”

“Lucky me.” Katsuki was no longer feel mad after hearing his ace card.

“But!” Izuku looked at the information, “There is a catch! If there's two villains, either one of you is allowed to throw each other under the bus considering there could only be one winner. Whatever you can do to the hero can also do to your other opponent, the villain!”

“Really?” F/n said as she glanced at Katsuki’s card with a smirk, “So I can do anything as long as the card says so.”

“Mhm!” Izuku nodded, though upon seeing her glance at the blonde, he sweat dropped.

Katsuki on the other hand, held his villain card to his chest while glaring at her, “Don’t you even think about it!”

Hearing Izuku roll his dice, the game began, but just as quickly as it started it also ended very quickly with F/n declaring winner. She fanned herself with the fake money she had stolen from Katsuki after she threw him under.

Just as expected, the blonde threw his small character at her, “You backstabber!”

She let out a grin as she continued to fan herself, “All’s fair in love and war.”

The other male laughed at their behavior. His laugh was short as he jolted when the blonde jumped at her and began to playfully brawl, or well wrestle, “Kacchan!”

He quickly got up from his seat to help F/n as she was squished underneath the blonde's frame. He wasn’t exactly sure if she needed help as she had Katsuki's head locked in her arms. It almost seemed like Katsuki was the one who needed help as couldn’t budge his head away and tried to move her hands off him.

Before he could even put a hand on them, he was shoved to the ground by Katsuki’s feet and was now underneath them as they ignored Izuku, continuing to wrestle until one of them gave up. The poor freckle male was having trouble trying to claw his way out from them as they were quiet heavy, “A-ah!”

It didn’t help that everytime he thought he was free, he would quickly get dragged back in. He gave up as he laid his head on the floor and let them fight their frustration out. He knew by morning, his back would be aching and a few bruises were surely to imprint on him.

“I hated that board game.” Ochaco said when she found him, “I never won, even when I was the hero.”

Izuku smiled at the fond memory, “It's actually really easy, but some rules are weird to understand.”

Ochaco hummed, “I liked playing the civilian. You don’t win, but you don't lose either. You just lived comfortably.”

“Until the hero or villain damages your property and you have to pay thousands for that.” Izuku said, smiling as Ochaco laughed.

“I totally forgot about that. I guess that’s why I was always in debt.” Ochaco let out a distasteful sigh, but she looked back to the front, a radio in her hand, “Anyways, I radio Fumikage to keep an eye out while Mezo helps us with the rest. So far, we have what we need.”

“What’s next?” Izuku said, subconsciously placing the game away as he walked by her side to help, “After this, where do we go next?”

Ochaco hummed as they exited the game aisle and headed to the front where a small shelf held fake flowers. She picked one up and eyed it, “I’m not sure. Fumikage said we just go to the next town over. Even though we’ve already been there, we don't want to miss anything important, y’know.”

“Yeah, I get it.” Izuku placed his hands in his pockets, “I just want this day to be over with.”

“Just a week.” She offered him a gentle smile and passed him the artificial flower, “A week and we go home and sleep and be with the people we love. Hey, maybe we can do a big cooking. Bring our friends and really, just get together, for old time sake.”

“That sounds like a great idea.” Izuku said with a content smile. He twirled the flower in his hand before placing it in his bag that had been gifted to him. He then looked out the window that was next to the flower rack.

“Or better yet, invite everyone.” She just wanted the community to feel like a family. To trust one another, “How about that?”

He wanted to respond back, but as he stared out the window, his mind had gone blank at the sight of Mezo running towards them as he frantically waved his hand at them, “Hey, d-”

Then all of a sudden the front store's glass was shattered and bullets came flying. The two inside quickly got down with Izuku making sure he had his arms around Ochaco to protect her. He had pulled his gun when he saw a figure quickly rushing through the shattered doors.

Seeing Mezo had the freckle male aim his pistol away, “What the hell is going on?”

The taller male let out light huffs to catch his breath, “Half way here they came out and started chasing us. We tried to get them off our trail but they found us right when Fumikage dropped me off. He’s heading to the back so we need to hurry.”

“Okay!” Izuku said as he pushed Ochaco to the front of him as they headed to the back. They used the shelf’s to block them as the gunshots once again came back.

Mezo had clutched his upper arm as he had a large gash across it. Thankfully his clothes had hindered it from making the wound deep, but just in case he covered it so as to not let any dirt from entering it.

“This way!” Ochaco quickly grabbed the freckled male's hand as they approached the back door. They entered the small hallway where Ochaco and Mezo exited first. Izuku should have noticed the way the door clamped on his bag when it closed behind him, but the rush had him not paying attention.

The strap ripped as the bag layed on the floor and they quickly took cover as a car screeching alerted them. It came to halt and every one stood quiet, until another car came by though and soon followed gunshots.

From where they hid, Mezo peeked out and he saw the car Fumikage had been driving crash into the other car. He didn’t see any sign of him as the windows were tinted, but he was deathly worried if Fumikage had used himself as bait or worse, as a sacrifice.

His worriedness were short lived as that gave them the opportunity to run. While Mezo and Izuku had been given the opportunity, Ochaco had stayed back to cover them.

She was thankful for the extra lessons F/n had given her. Her aim has definitely improved which was why she was glad as she was able to stop someone from almost putting a bullet into her friends.

When she pulled back she glanced at the van only to see the driver's door glass had shattered and no sign of Fumikage was there. She glanced at Mezo who was busy defending himself from the rotters that were coming from behind. She wondered just where the raven-haired male went as she paid attention to the front.

As she did so, Izuku was trying his hardest to control his heartbeat. He let Mezo take care of the rotters and he didn’t know why he even let him do that. The gun in his hand was all he could look at as he realized that this could possibly be the first where he would take an actual life, but he couldn't think about that as Ochaco was left to defend herself.

So he quickly moved towards her despite the bullets flying and shielded her just as someone had managed to sneak up on them by using the nearby cars. He didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger, though when the body landed with a thud he could feel a bit of vile reach his throat. Thankfully he was pulled back to his senses when another car screeched by.

Ochaco and Izuku looked back to where they could see Fumikage in a bright colored van, with just a few rotters approaching it. They still kept low, but they knew the other people were closing in judging from their yells mixed with laughter.

“Deku, go!” Ochaco said, “I’ll cover you!”

He scoffed as he pushed her to the front, making sure to keep her head low, “I’ll cover you! Go with Mezo, I’ll be behind you!”

She eyed him but she didn’t get the last say as he quickly shoved her again but towards Mezo. If they were under different circumstances, she would have glared due to the scrape she adorned on her palms, but she didn’t as she quickly rushed towards Mezo as Izuku kept them from getting hit.

It was where he messed up. As soon as Izuku stood up, he realized the others needed to reload their rifles. He thought he could've quickly avoided them, but the damn brick that laid next to where he hid had caused him to trip and sprain his ankle.

His eye twitched in pain and for a split second it was quiet and he could hear the birds singing. The sound of a bang caught his attention and he quickly moved to where Ochaco and Mezo stayed. He didn’t know why he did it, but he stood up and pulled his own trigger to the ones who were aiming at him.

He should have looked to his surroundings, but his ears were ringing, a faint sound of snarl soon arrived and just before he could even turn around a single bullet was heard and it shot straight into his skin, just as he could feel his jacket being pulled and pain seeped through his body.

His eyes widened as the faint sound of wind rushed by his ears, mixed with the yells of his fellow friends. Another bullet was shot but it was from behind him and he could feel himself being pulled back, his vision blurry as the second he looked down, a red spot had bleed through his shirt.

He was pulled inside the van where Ochaco quickly lifted his shirt and had Mezo reach into his bag where he pulled out a few gauzes.

“Okay, okay, just press down so the blood stops flowing.” Ochaco said as she let Mezo place the gauze on his wound near his stomach. They slightly jolted as Fumikage had driven over a speed bump as they rushingly left the parking lot, the bullets of the others soon fading, “Try not to hit anything!”

“I know!” Fumikage responded. He had sustained a few minor scratches but he was unharmed. He pressed on the speed to quickly arrive at Sorston as he could see just how much blood was pouring out of Izuku as the freckle male tried his hardest to stay awake.

Thankfully they hadn’t driven far from their community so they should be there in no time. All they needed was for Izuku to hold on. But his eyes were threatening to close and they did so, the last thing he saw was Ochaco’s and Mezo’s frightened faces.

“That’s disgusting.” Katsuki said as he grabbed F/n’s arm examining her dirty fingernails, “When's the last time you cleaned them?”

She scoffed, pulling her arm back, “Did you just not see me pulling the weed out? Did you go blind to?”

“Yeah, fuck you.” The blonde said, eyeing the garden that was supposed to be Shoto’s job, but since he wasn’t here, Momo needed extra help. He had no idea why he had volunteered himself along with F/n.

But, that wasn’t true. He knew. And he was going to enjoy it.

“It’s still nasty.” He grumbled, “I don't want you touching me with that shit. Better clean them with the nail polish shit they got at the supply room.”

“Really?” She eyed his fingers, “Yours are dirty too. How ‘bout you clean them too, Mister. Judgy.”

He flicked some dirt at her causing her to flinch. He fought back a smile, “Go get the damn rake. I think it's in the supply room.”

She let out a groan as she stood up, “I have to walk all the way over there? Why can’t you do it?”

“Just go.” He said, lifting up a seed packet, “I got other shit to do.”

“Fine, but just so y’know I’m going to take at least thirty minutes.” She said, but quickly rushed away when he glared at her. She in return grinned and waved at him, unknowing of what the action did to him.

She strolled by, peacefully enjoying the weather. She looked to the street lights where she could see two birds perched up, cuddling next to each other. It reminded her of herself and Izuku. A ghost of a smile was placed on her lips, before it was rudely interrupted as the second she turned the corner she could see Ochaco rushing by with blood on her hands. Behind her was Mezo and Fumikage who were holding up an unconscious bloody Izuku.

She quickly ran to them where she entered the infirmary room. Her ears catched the clattering as her wide eyes looked at everyone quickly moving around. She could see Ochaco aiding Yawara as she passed him the medical supplies, Mezo and Fumikage ripping Izuku’s jacket and shirt, but they stopped, and everything was quiet.

She took a step to the side, a small step and her heart dropped. She felt weightless, the room was spinning and she didn’t know what to do, but she could certainly feel the tears start to brim her eyes as she let out a breath and left the building, almost tripping in the process as she took deep breaths.

She leaned against the building, placing both hands on her knees as she stared at the cement trying to catch her breaths. She could see her cries staining the cement and she wondered if it were enough to cause a flood as all she did was wipe and wipe her eyes.

She should have noticed the time and realized she was taking too long as Katsuki quickly came to her and seeing her state, a feeling in him had settled, “Hey..what’s wrong..?”

He could feel the feeling get deeper when she paid him no mind, “F/n, what's wron-”

He looked inside the infirmary where he heard items falling. Seeing those shoes on the patient's bed had him quickly entering the room. He felt no sense as his eyes widened and took a step closer.

He wanted to panic at the sight. The wound, the bullet and the…bite was terribly bad. His shoulder veins were a deep dark purple, it pulsed as the wound exposed to the air with blood dripping down, staining his skin and sheets.

It was the first bite they had seen and of course it had to be on the guy that they wanted to spend their entire life with. So tragic. Their universe just came crashing down and all F/n could do is weep as for Katsuki, he stared at his unconscious long term childhood friend being patched for the gunshot.

Was he unaware, was Izuku unaware that he had been bit?

“Another gauze.” Yawara hurriedly said as he used pliers to pull out the bullet and thankfully it wasn’t like last time where it had shattered.

Before Fumikage could get to one, Katsuki stumbled out of his freezing state and quickly grabbed the gauze and rushed to Yawara, passing it to him, “Let me help.”

Ochaco, despite wanting to cry her eyes, had to applaud for how well he was controlling himself. She glanced at Yawara and spoke with a few sniffles, “He can go grab the tape.”

Yawara nodded, “It's in the cabinets behind me next to the itching cream.”

He rushed there to grab it and began to take off the plastic that protected it. He let Mezo help him as the taller male had experience and Katsuki didn’t want to accidentally injure Izuku any more. When his bullet wound was patched, the blonde swallowed harshly and his pupils would look away from the bite wound as it made him deeply uncomfortable, “How…are we going to clean that..?”

“We don’t.” Yawara said, breaking the silence. He stood up, throwing the bloody tissues and placing a thin blue blanket over Izuku’s body. He was thinking of how to tell Nezu that one of his students would meet a tragic death.

“We don’t!?” Katsuki could feel his anger rise and he was trying so hard to keep under control, but sadness would soon place over that as his eyes burned, “W-what do you mean we don’t? Can’t we…can’t we do something? Anything?”

“When someons been bit..” Mezo started, looking anywhere but his companion, “We let the families put them to rest…or their friends.”

“We don’t waste medical supplies either.” Fumikage said before leaving as he didn’t want to hear whatever came next, besides, the others should know. He knew the blonde would be too out of it to even mention Izuku’s state.

Ochaco hugged herself as looked at the blonde. She didn’t say anything as she feared the moment she did her eyes would cry out and the blonde knew as he could tell her eyes were glossy. He only wished she would have said something before she left the room, a sniffle being heard.

A hand was then placed on him and glanced to see Yawara. His eyes were blurry and he softly spoke, almost catching him off guard, “..What?”

The older male gave him a sorrowful look, “It lasts for hours. The pain, the dreams, the hallucinations.”

“...What do I do?” He genuinely asked for the first time since forever. He had no idea what to do and he didn’t want to hurt his dear old friend. So what is he to do? Could he even go through with it? Putting an end and letting Izuku finally, finally be at peace like he’s always wanted.

For the first time since forever, he wanted help.

“Look for Gunhead.” Yawara said before leaving, “He’s in the weaponry room.”

He was alone with his own thoughts, the only breathing were his and Izuku’s. He slowly walked until he sat on the stool. He let out a shaky breath as he raised his arms to where his elbows perched themselves next to the freckle male's arm. He then let his head rest on his palms, tightly shutting his eyes. His brows soon furrowed when he let out a choked sob, a sniffle soon following.

This was the end. For one of them, but for Katsuki, his end was just beginning and if he had to experience this feeling, this sadness, this everything, he wasn’t sure if he had it in him to handle it. Maybe he should have taken a page from F/n’s book; drive off to the sunset to spare all the heartache and leave his mind running with questions.

As for F/n, she stared at the blonde. Having returned after she ran into Ochaco, or well the girl walked up to her and knocked some sense rather harshly, she watched as he tried to keep quiet but he would let out small whimpers.

She would have been shocked to see him crying, but instead she walked towards him and let her mind take control. She pulled the stool, startling him as he looked at her with scared eyes, but the moment she pulled him to her, she let her eyes cry and he let his feelings loose as he tightly hugged her, his own tears staining her shirt, “What now..?”

“...What are we going to do now..?”

“What are we going to do now?” Hanta said before stuffing his mouth full of food, “Shouldn’t we like, I don’t know, take a trip to Tokyo or Shibuya or I don’t know go to the mall?”

“Are you an idiot?” Katsuki then rolled his eyes though more to himself, “Who am I kidding, you are. Shibuya is in Tokyo, dumbass.”

“How was I supposed to know that? I’m not a map.” Hanta shrugged, swallowing his food.

Shoto, who sat in front of him, squinted, trying hard to not judge his friend, “Musutafu is right next to Tokyo. We live right next to Tokyo. How do you not know that?”

“Hanta’s bad at geography .” F/n said, playing with her salad, a smile on her face, “Ask him what’s next to Japan.”

“What’s next to Japan?” Shoto quickly said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“A-” Hanta glared at him as he crossed his arms, “Why you gotta be like that?”

“It's Russia and Korea, dumbass.” Katsuki laughed, “The hell were you going to say?”

They laughed as Hanta continued to glare at them and threateningly pointed his fork at them, “It’s not funny! Not everyone can be good at maps like you guys. Stop laughing!”

From the sideline, Izuku had a smile on his lips. The kitchen light that hung from above them was a soft glow and it illuminated their faces just right. It catched their smiles and their eyes and their tears as their laughter was beginning to hurt them.

They looked so happy, like a happy family. Izuku liked it very much and he wanted to stay in this dream forever, because it’s where F/n’s first pulled him in as Hanta, out of nowhere pulled out a wine bottle and had Katsuki pop the top off. Shoto had gone to grab some glasses, but they were too impatient as she held Izuku’s frame and let the blonde, with a grin pour some down Izuku’s mouth as he tried to swallow it all.

“Chug it all, Deku!” Katsuki laughed, surprised at how well just a little had spilled down the freckled male chin.

“He’s going to throw up.” Shoto said, but F/n’s laughter caught his attention. “It’s just wine, Shoto. If anything we’ll take care of his drunk self.”

“He pukes, I'm not cleaning it up!” Hanta said, wishing he could have his phone to record this moment.

His ears heard their voices and her breath softly hitting his neck as her arms tightened around him were comforting. So, so comforting.

“So, what do we do now?” Izuku said in betweens coughs, wiping his mouth as the wine was still on his taste buds. He loved that F/n made no effort to move her arm as it was neatly resting on his shoulders.

“A toast.” Hanta poured each cup with the rest of the wine, only pouring a little for Izuku as he basically had everything.

“To new beginnings?” Shoto eyed him with a look, “Isn’t that a bit cliche.”

“Fuck cliches.” Katsuki grabbed the wine, offended at how little Hanta had given him some. He raised his as he looked at every one of them, “A toast…that we all see the sun. We wake up and live our life to the fullest and that we all live until we die from our saggy oldeness. So fuck any of you who decided to hit the bucket first.”

F/n raised her mug, pulling Izuku closely to her, unaware of what her actions were doing to him. She eyed them, a smile forming on her lips before she chugged her wine, “Fuck cliches.”

“Fuck cliches.” Shoto smiled, as the others laughed from how weird it sounds coming from him, but they all chugged their wine with grins on their face, “Fuck cliches!”

In that moment, he felt excited, happy, like he was at the top of the world. Maybe it was the wine or F/n’s warm body that was getting to him. But he couldn’t deny that he liked the feeling of this. Wanting to drown himself in it.

“...ches..” Izuku tiredly opened his eyes. They stared at the ceiling, his room ceiling. His entire body ached and as he tried to move, he grunted and hissed in pain, but soon hands were lowering him back on his bed.

“Stop fucking moving.” Katsuki quietly said, his heart beating as he had just watched Izuku talk to himself. Where these the dreams Yawara mentioned? He knew of what the green-haired male was talking as it was the night where they had a meal together, for the first time, “Stay still.”

“My b-body..” Tears brimmed his eyes, gliding down his freckle cheeks. He felt so uncomfortable. He was hot and sweaty and his shoulder was mixed with soreness and excruciating pain. His vision was blurry, so he could only see the outline of his long term friend.

He knew that he had been bitten and honestly if it weren’t for Katsuki next to him he would be freaking out, he just wondered where F/n was, “..It hurts..so much.”

“I..know. I know.” Katsuki said as he propped Izuku’s head with some pillows, so he wouldn't strain his body, “F/n will be here soon so i-it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

So that's where she was but, but Izuku couldn’t keep his mind on her as he let out a choked whimper, his cries echoing the room as all he wanted was to be in the hands of his mother. Oh, how he wished to be a kid again. To have her comforting, gentle arms around him as she sung him a lullaby, whisper sweet nothings into his ear as sleep consumed him.

He wanted to hear her voice so bad. To just see her face and let him know that everything, everything would be okay, but the pain was excruciating and it didn’t help that the bullet wound he endured on his stomach intensified it. Like he was on fire, even talking hurt so much, “I-I can’t. ..I don’t think I ca-can do this.”

He couldn’t believe this was it for him. Because he wasn’t careful. He broke her promise, his promise, all their promises. This time, there was no happy ending like he always daydreamed of and everything would be just that—a dream.

He just wanted one more chance, one more chance to make ends meet, to say goodbye to the people he loved instead of laying on his bed where he would soon die. Just one more chance and he prayed to anybody listening to give him that fateful chance as his sobs only grew, his body aching even more.

All while his childhood friend looked away, blinking the wetness of his damn tears away and letting his friend, his family, the one he grew up with cry in despair and wither in pain. He could only muster up a small voice that feel deaf on their ears, “Be quiet..”

On the other side of the door, she wasn’t sure if she could even enter. She could hear his pain, but the stolen bottle of liquid and needle in her hand reminded her of why she needed to take a step. So she did so, alarming the blonde as he quickly looked away to wipe his eyes, “I’m back.”

“Hurry up.” The blonde mumbled taking a step back.

She made her way towards Izuku, passing the blonde the medical supplies as she grabbed a rag from his nightstand and began wiping his sweat away, trying to calm him down though she sniffled in the process, her eyes blurred with tears, “Hey..it’s going to be okay.”

He could barely see her but his ears still worked and to hear her voice as well as Katsuki’s broke his heart. He wanted to say something but he couldn’t.

“Does this shit even work?” Katsuki fumbled with the bottle, poking the needle through the flimsy foiled plastic and sucked some liquid in with the needle. He then placed the small bottle on the bed, holding the needle in the air as he glanced at the girl, trying to ignore Izuku’s cry and the way he desperately clung onto her hands, “Where? Where do I put it?”

“Ochaco..” F/n sniffled, her hands getting sweaty due to Izuku’s sweat, “S-she said to put in his wrist, where the veins are noticeable. She doesn’t know if it’ll work considering she’s never done thi-”

“Isn’t it supposed to go to where his…where that thing got him!? And why isn’t she here to do it!?” He was beginning to get angry as his hands were jittery and he was filled with nervousness the closer the needle got to Izuku’s wrist. Izuku’s fingers were tightly clenched on Katsuki’s hand, almost as if he were saying it’s okay which made the blonde scared, “If she helped us why isn’t she fucking here? I thought she liked him. Where their flirts all for nothing or what.”

He said too much. He knew it, but he didn’t care as he injected Izuku until nothing was left in the tube of the needle, “Fuck..this shit better work.”

F/n eyed him before looking back at Izuku’s whose sobs began to die down and his fingers began to relax and soon it rested on her lap, “How long do we have..?”

“He said hours.” The blonde sat down, eyeing the girl as she looked at him. One of them had to do it. One of them had to pull the trigger, but they didn’t want to and they sure as hell wouldn’t leave it to someone who’s never been there for Izuku like they had.

“You look so happy.” F/n tiredly smiled at Izuku. With her free arm she raised her hand, swiping his bangs to the side to where she could fully see his face, “What are you thinking of?”

He smiled, his eyes filled with love and admiration, “Do you remember the time when we first met?”

She nodded, wondering where he was getting at as she let him continue, “It wasn’t, y’know, like a happy situation. I aimed my gun at you and were covered in blood. But, the story you told me, I could tell you were lying.”

She glanced away from him with an ashamed look as Izuku quickly shook his head, placing her hand back on him, “No, no, I wasn’t mad, I’m not mad at you. I understand why you said it. You didn’t know me and something tragic happened to you just hours earlier, it was a defense mechanism.”

“So?” She said, in a soft tone, “What about it?”

His smile returned, as he bashfully looked away with red cheeks, “I never thought that we would be here.”

“Here?”

“Here.” He softly yet so quietly said as he raised his hand to where it wiped the bottom of her eye, the feeling of her lashes on his finger were always so comforting, “With you holding me, sleeping in the same bed and our feelings growing each day we’re together.”

A grim expression mixed with embarrassment was then shown, “I always thought you’d choose Kacchan or Shoto.”

A soft chuckle left her throat, “Why? What made you think that?”

It was lays his insecurities getting to him and he didn’t know it was showing as F/n pulled him in closer, until her chin rested on his head and he let out a soft breath that hit her neck, “I don’t know…but i never stopped believing I would have you and it would be me and you and if we were still in high school, I would have looked for you and I wouldn’t have stopped until I did.

“I thought you were beautiful, despite the dirt and blood sticking to you, despite pushing us all away because you were scared.” His fist clenched her shirt, “You don’t know how glad I am that you picked me. You really don’t know…how you make me feel.”

He expected her to say something, but when he lifted his head to look at her, a small smile played on his lips. She had fallen asleep and though feeling a bit dejected he turned off the lamp and settled back in with her, pulling the blankets and listening to her heartbeat.

“Goodnight…F/n.”

The sun had finally set. The soft glow from the battery lamp and candles emitted the room and while some corners were dark, the bed was lit brightly. Earlier, as Izuku was sleeping, his friends, Class 3-A had come by.

Eijiro, Denki, Momo, Ochaco, Mezo and Fumikage were the only classmates he had, apart from Mina, Tenya and Mashiroa. They had left a few days prior to when Ochaco’s group had left. They couldn’t return as if they did it would already be to late and instead, they had to hear the worst news.

At first, Katsuki thought it would be for the best considering how well Tenya got along with Izuku. Hell, they were friends all these years, supporting each other and being there for each other so to see his good friend, his best friend fall ill and on death's door would be crushing. But now as Katsuki watched his class faces form too distraught and how they tried to hold in their sorrows, he wished Tenya were here. At least he would know what to say and it would stop the blonde from telling him that his best friend had died while they were away.

Although he was terrible at comforting people, he would try. It's the least he could do and if meant honoring Izuku then so be it. Because deep down in the regrets of the decisions he made, Izuku would and will always be his family.

“Are you…” Momo took in a deep breath as they all sat in the living room. She refrained from saying something that would upset them all even more, “What are you going to do?”

Eijiro glanced at the blonde before it shifted to F/n and then to the bookshelves next to the door, “Y’know…Gunhead-”

Denki kicked his shin while frantically shaking his head. He had been biting his nails, a trait he’s received since this whole thing started. He knew what the red-head was going to say, and it would be best to say it now, but judging from Katsuki’s twitching brow, he didn’t want either of them to set him off.

Far as they can see, Katsuki was a ticking time bomb. He might have controlled himself, but there's no saying when he’ll explode.

“We still have a few hours.” Mezo broke the uncomfortable silence with reassurance, or at least that's what he hoped, “It’s only a little, but we still have time to figure something out.”

“We?” Katsuki locked eyes with him before looking at them all, “There is no we, it’s just me. I’ll take care of this shi-”

“That's not fair!” Ochaco stood up from the couch, glaring at him as she pointed to everyone, “We are all his friends! Not just you so you don’t get to deci-”

The blonde scoffed as he took a step forward, “I do get to decide because I’ve known him the longest! I knew him since we were fucking kids, not you or you or you or any of you! It was me! So if I decide then thats what I’ll fucking d-”

“Were you his friend when you bullied him?” It felt like the room had gotten colder as Ochaco stood with a fierce glare. She had no right to bring up the past, their past and she knew she had overstepped, but she had a part to play in Izuku’s life and she still would until she died, “When you tormented him, when you made his self esteem bad? The reason why he hated his middle school, were you his friend then?”

“Ochaco.” Eijiro jumped in, afraid that maybe the blonde would jump at her due to his glare, “We should-”

“No, we shouldn’t, but he doesn’t get to decide when he’s done nothing but hurt him.” She said and the cherry on top that made the blonde almost, almost come at her was her last sentence, “You’re just guilty for doing that and you’ll always be.”

Denki had even managed to stand up and place himself in front of the girl. He so desperately looked at F/n as if telling her to do something, but she just played with a book. He then eyed Mezo who thankfully also stepped in while Momo stood next to Ochaco. Fumikage was still by the door and he wanted to leave as he didn’t think he could take this any longer, a part of him felt like he was the cause of this.

“Fuck you.” Katsuki spat out, shaking his arm as Eijiro had grabbed him to hold him back from doing anything he’d regret. He quietly took in a deep breath while eyeing her, his glare turning to soft, “You don’t know jack shit about me and him. I apologize for my damn mistakes, for everything I’ve done to him and he forgave me. You don’t know what we’ve been through and you have no damn right to bring up shit you don’t know. So, fuck you.”

She didn’t really know what to say. It was hard to swallow and she could feel her throat close up, minutes away from letting out a sob as her eyes tried to swallow in her tears. Maybe it was time for her to go. She didn’t know just how long she could take it and maybe it was for the best. For the childhood friend to do the honor instead of a girl who had a pathetic crush.

She was nothing compared to Katsuki and if she had not met Izuku again, she would have been a memory and would stay so. And she couldn’t deny she felt a bit envious as she’s always wanted something like that. So to save her the trouble of starting anything else, she left, though not without letting her mind out, “It’s not fair, I’m done.”

“Ochaco..” Momo softly called out. She wanted her to stay, to hear what the verdict is, but she understood as well.

“I’m leaving too.” Fumikage finally said, “I can’t take part in this.”

Eijiro looked at Momo and Mezu, “Don’t tell me you guys are leaving too?”

“No,” Momo shook her head, “I want to stay. I want to hear what's next. Whatever is the plan I support it.”

That caused a smile to appear on Eijiro’s face. He then turned to Mezo, “What about you? I understand if you want to leave.”

He let out a sigh, “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if I don’t hear what's next. Besides, I was there with him when it happened and I didn’t even know.”

“If this is some self victim blaming or whatever, we don’t have time for it.” Katsuki said with a scoff.

“It’s not.” Mezo quickly said, “I just want to know whats next-”

The slam off a book caught their attention. They watched as F/n stood up and with her tired, sad eyes, she looked at them before looking at Katsuki. With her right hand, she reached over to waistband pulling her gun, which of course startled them, but she extended her arm to where the handle was facing him.

She wanted to be the one to pull the trigger. She wanted to be the one to end Izuku’s suffering, but after being quiet and listening to Katsuki and going back to the days where Izuku, her one true love, spoke about him, she couldn’t be the one to do so. It would be a disrespect to him, to both of them and to her.

She set aside her feelings, no matter how much it hurt, “You’re right. It should be you. So whatever you want to do, I’ll respect it.”

It was easier than he suspected. He thought he had to fight her until she understood or knock her out but he was glad he didn’t. He wasn’t going to let the fact that what he felt for her get in the way and he was so much thankful that she was allowing him to do this for him, escdaily after she said she’d respect it which he never thought he’d hear.

Maybe they really are different from each other.

He gently grabbed the gun, his eyes never leaving her and for what felt like ages, his face morphed into softness, “Thank you…F/n.”

A nod was received, but when she opened her mouth, Katsuki had assumed she changed her mind, “I want to be there though. If that's okay with you.”

It was like she turned into someone else, and he didn’t recognize her, but nevertheless he accepted her request. She made Izuku’s life better, better than he ever did so of course he would accept her within a heartbeat.

He then glanced at his friends and although they wanted to be there in the room with him, they decided it would be best to stay back, but not without having a final shared goodbye to the freckle male.

One last glanced and one last touch.

“Whatever happens, we’re here for each other.” Eijiro tried to muster up a smile, but it shortly fell. He had placed a comforting hand on Katsuki’s shoulder as he along with Denki, Momo and Mezo left Izuku’s room, “Remember that, okay?”

Katsuki nodded and he slowly closed the door, the faces of the remaining Class 3-A stayed in his mind as he turned around to where he faced F/n and Izuku. He swallowed harshly looking at the only girl in the room, “Your goodbyes?”

She never looked at him, instead she moved Izuku’s bangs, some strand stayed on his forehead due to the sweat he profusely made. She couldn’t believe this was really it, that after this day there would be no more of him.

His smile, his eyes, his freckles would all be gone. And it saddened her. It really did.

“Do you remember that time at the house where everything was better?” F/n started, a tiny, sorrowful smile on her lips, “You and him were out gardening and he dug a hole behind you ‘cause I guess he saw a gopher or a mole I think, and he wanted to see where its nest was. Do you remember that?”

The blonde knew the day she was talking about. He was embarrassed that day because he felt like Izuku had destroyed his image and thought that F/n had deemed him uncool, “Of course I remember. It was fucking embarrassing.”

And he would have been embarrassed now, but he didn’t feel the need to, “I took a step back, my foot got stuck in the hole, I fell backwards and landed on his back. I sprained my leg and got mud all over my hands. But Deku’s face was muddy.”

She let out a soft laugh and Katsuki wished she was looking at him to see that he also had a small smile, but she never did, “Despite getting mad at him, he was laughing and then I was laughing and I knew you wanted to and maybe it's because he looked stupid with the mud still on his face, but I felt like it was because you were just happy. In that moment, you didn’t care.”

“Your point?” He quietly said, “You wanna go back to that day? You want to…be happy again or what?”

“No.” She clenched her fist, “That's the point. You didn’t care and Izuku was happy because you didn’t care. We were all happy without a care, like we didn’t care that the dead were walking, that we had to fight, survive and do stuff we never thought we had to.

“My goodbye?” She took in a deep breath, her clenched fist setting free as her eyes stared at Izuku who looked in pain and was drenched in sweat, his bite mark turning uglier and the veins growing, “I just wished we had more time.”

He did so too. He wished that they had all the time in the world. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fucking fair that one who had hopes despite knowing that it would never happen was the one to be first to die. To be gone and to be nothing.

He’d wish it would be him instead of Izuku. And yeah, maybe right now he shouldn’t start with the blaming or trying to be the hero and instead look at the good, but it’s hard and tiring and honestly, Katsuki just doesn’t know what to do.

“Your goodbye?” F/n asked with a sniffle.

His goodbye?

Was that he’d wake up and this would all be nothing, but a nightmare and he’d see everyone in his dorm, smiling and laughing and then he’d share his nightmare and his friends, Class 3-A as well as his parents would look at him like he was deranged. Then, just then would he look for F/n.

His goodbye, is that he’d see everyone again.

But he wasn’t going to say that.

He took a couple steps forward to where he stood next to Izuku, the gun clattering in his hand, “…I wish…there was more time.”

She finally looked at him, a longing in her stare, “Y’know, it’s just you and me now.”

And it’s not like it wasn’t true. She didn’t even know where Shoto was and if he was still alive. What would she say, what would Katsuki say when the day came in which Shoto returned only to see Izuku, their friend, their family was no longer here and all that rest is a grave.

“…It’s just you and me.” He softly let out as he took a deep breath, his hand raising just little above until the pistol was at the right height.

“Izuku!” A voice so familiar yet so far called out, “Izuku!”

The smell of pancakes, or maybe it's waffles hit his nose. It smelled so delicious that it had woken him up from his slumber. He let out a pleasing sigh as the blankets that draped over him swallowed him, sleeping once taking over again.

But his dreams were once again interrupted as his mothers voice called out to him. He groggily woke up, his eyes fluttering open as he stood up to remove himself from his bed that his body called to.

He stumbled towards the kitchen, still half asleep and tiredly rubbing his eyes. He entered where he saw a blurry version of Inko smiling down at him. He blinked many times to let the sleep go away and once he could see a clear vision of his mother and her soft smile, he spoke, “Morning..mom.”

Inko’s smile had turned into a worry one, her back was turned to the stove as she eyed her child, “Oh, sweetie, what’s wrong? Did you not get enough sleep?”

“N-no!” He jumped, his small hand clenching and trying hard to deceive her, “I went to sleep when you told me! Honest!”

She smiled, knowing that just last night she could hear Izuku cheering as he watched a hero movie, one that he’s seen over and over, “What did I say about staying up late, Izuku? If you don’t get enough sleep you’ll be-”

“Tired for the rest of the day.” Izuku finished her sentence as he sheepishly looked away, “I know, mom. You say it all the time.”

She hummed, watching as her little son let out a yawn while tiredly rubbing his eyes. His outfit and hair were disheveled due to the way he weirdly slept, just like his father. She crouched down to where she picked him up, ignoring the burning pancakes as smoke began to emit. With a warm smile, she wiped underneath his eyes where his soon eyebags would exist and softly called his name, “Izuku…”

He hummed as he hugged her neck and closed his eyes, “Yes, mom?”

She tightly wrapped her arms around his smaller frame, the smell of burning reached her nose and the smoke detector rang but she didn’t care, instead she let out a comfortable yet sad sigh, “I love you, Izuku.”

In return, he hugged her tightly, like a koala clinging onto its mother and his freckle cheeks squished against Inko’s, “I love you too, mom.”

The smoke had then turned into a beautiful shade of fire. They were complete in each other's embrace and afraid that if they let go, they would never see each other.

A regret that Izuku would have, is that he never got to say goodbye, but he didn’t mind. He knew that someday, somewhere far in the future he would see them again and there would be no need to say goodbye, but instead smile.

And then the fire spread and there was nothing. Nothing but a faint echo of a bang and eternal slumber of peace washed over him. Goodnight and goodbye, Izuku Midoriya.

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