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ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR - LN4

↳ pt.3

summary : Feelings are complicated and you and Lando aren’t a great mix to express them. A tension filled boat that leads to sexual chemistry so thick that you end up in the same bed.

og summary : Its the vacation of your dreams! With your best friends, rich men, live music, and flowing drinks, nothing can ruin it. Even if a certain Formula 1 driver (who seems to have an affinity for annoying you) is there every step of the sandy way.

listen up : ho this is long. suggestive comments!! hope you like part three!!! muah! previous part

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“Boat day! Boat day!” Alex chants while walking down the dock with Lily on his shoulders. I woke up to over a hundred texts to get to the dock with a swimsuit and sunscreen.

Charles’ friend doesn’t just have a boat he has a fucking yacht. It’s not gigantic but it’s definitely the nicest boat I've ever seen. “Uh Charles… you do know how to drive this, right?”

Alexandra shares my worried stare as Lando and Carlos race each other onto it. Kika throws her arm around me and grins as we walk onto the back. There’s four steps and my jaw drops as we go ‘inside’.

There’s a huge couch that turns into a dining area, a TV, followed by a small kitchen. Kika and I hurry to the front where there’s one day bed that shaded and one in the very front that’s for tanning.

Apparently there’s three bedrooms and two bathrooms! “I think I need a yacht.” I say to Kika as we check out the table and chairs on the side.

She looks like a mermaid today, in a bright blue bikini and sparkly nail polish. I’ve taken more of a siren route in dark red.

I’m all for woman doing things in ‘male’ fields, but I let the men figure out how to get the boat working. Alexandra, Lily, Kika, Rebecca and I, put our things down in one of the rooms and make our way to the Bow where the sun is hitting us perfectly.

Rebecca pulls off her shirt to reveal a light pink one piece while Lily runs over with a speaker in a multicolored bikini. We start blasting Dominic fine as Charles evidently figured the boat out, and we start to leave.

The moment we only see clear blue water, the girls turn to me. I’m laid out on the tanning bed, sunnies on and fully ready to take a sunny nap, but Rebecca pokes me.

“So, you and Lando are still alive!” She says the obvious as I sit up and lean against my arms, “How’d it go!?”

I want to tell them everything. I want to tell them that It was genuinely fun and I had a great time and i’ve never laughed harder, but I can’t. I shrug, “It was okay.”

Alex eyes me, “Just… okay?”

I nod, “He fucked up my plan so we didn’t go anything crazy and we got kicked out of a pottery place.”

Kika perks up at this, “Pottery? Did he do that thing like how the movie stars do it?” She gets behind Lily as they start to recreate those weird sexual pottery scenes.

I roll my eyes, “No. Like I said, we got kicked out. Then we just went to the hotel and split up.”

Lily frowns, “Lando said you two got a drink.”

Shit. “Oh right, I went to sleep pretty early.”

Kika groans and falls down next to me, “So nothing happened at all? No flirting, no kissing?”

Lots of flirting and fuck yes kissing!

I love my friends, and I trust them! I just don’t trust them to not tell their boyfriends. “Did you have this ‘couples day’ just so Lando and I would have a chance of hooking up?”

Lily leans in, “So is there a chance!?”

I look at all of them to make sure everyone is listening, “No chance! I told you I wanted to have a fun vacation which does not include you trying to set me up!”

Rebecca slouches a bit, “You’re right.”

“Sorry.” Alex mumbles, “We just feel bad.”

“It’s not your fault i’m single and you’re not.” I stand, “I’m going to get some water.”

My plan to hide away on the couch is immediately ruined by Lando taking up the whole thing. He’s scrolling on his phone, shirt and shoes off.

I turn quickly and go downstairs, running into Pierre, “Hey Y/n! Looking for something?”

“Uh… water?”

There’s a little mini fridge that he pulls a bottle from, “You okay?” Pierre is sweet and it makes me happy for Kika.

“Yeah!” I open the bottle and drink.

“Just that… Lando told us what happened.” I choke on the water, coughing as his eyes get panicked, “What!?”

“Are you- Uh… He just said that you two ended the night weird. We all thought it would magically turn you into friends but I guess not.” Fucking hell he just scared me so bad.

“Oh! Right… I guess some things just aren’t meant to be.” So everyone was rooting for us to become friends yesterday?

Pierre just shrugs and moves past me, walking up the stairs without another word.

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LANDO

I’m playing poker with my friends while the girls dance around the front deck. We’re anchored on the water and after an hour of swimming, we all needed to pause.

I’m shit at poker but it doesn’t matter because i’m already distracted by the shadow of a girl through the window.

I kissed her. I kissed her and she’s avoiding me.

I think i’m an idiot but I know i’m not because anyone smart would fall for her. Not that I'm in love or anything, I’m just… intrigued?

“Lan?” Alex kicks me under the table, “What’s got you so uninterested in money?”

I just shake my head and look back down at my cards, “Something happened, didn’t it?” Pierre asks, clocking my weird mood. “With Y/n.”

“No.” She would kill me if I told, and I already said too much by drunkenly explaining that the night did not end well to Alex and Lily.

They would definitely tell their girlfriends, so I keep my mouth shut, “You’re a shit liar.” Carlos says, “But whatever, None of my business.”

Charles frowns, “Totally our business! We all love Y/n and want to know what happened!”

“Nothing happened.” I shake my head, taping a chip against the table, “Drop it.”

Just then, Y/n walks in while clutching her hand, her face scrunched up, “I need a bandaid asap.” Charles stands quickly and grabs the first aid kit from a cabinet, “Your girlfriend pushed me off the boat!” She points to Pierre who cringes.

She’s soaking wet, her hair dripping water onto the floor as she crosses her legs. She's in a red bikini and I think I might faint.

I instantly feel bad when I remember her hand is bleeding and i’m just checking her out. Kika runs in, “I’m so sorry, Y/n!”

Y/n just shakes her head, walking over to the kitchen and washing off her hand, wincing at the pain, “Don’t worry It’s just a scratch, i’m just joking.”

I stand and walk over, looking over the sink to get a better look at her hand. She’s got a cut along the side of her hand, bloody and sort of gross. “You sure you’re okay?”

She nods without saying anything, just turning to Charles who has his kit ready.

I bite my lip and sort of awkwardly walk towards Carlos who’s already watching me. “The fuck did you do?”

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YOU

Besides my little incident with my hand, I’m having a great time.

Charles drives us to a secluded area with caves which you can swim in. I personally stay out in the open air but Rebecca, Pierre, Charles, and Alexandra check them out.

I sit in a tube with my head tilted back and my hair floating around me. My stomach and chest are warm while my back is cold against the water.

Someone dives in near me and I can hear my laughing as they jump and flip off the boat. I regret opening my eyes as soon as I do because I catch Lando back flipping off the boat.

It’s one of those moments where I don’t remember why I don’t like him. I suppose that’s not as true now, but seeing him flip off is still hot as hell.

I end up dunking and swimming back to the boat, sitting on the back where my feet dangle in the water. I know Lando’s the one walking down and sitting next to me before I see him.

“Hey.” He sounds nervous and quick.

“Hi.” I stand and walk up the stairs, screwing up my face and mentally yelling at myself. I hide in the kitchen, grabbing some fruit before venturing out to sit with Lily and Alex.

They’re all cuddled up and giggling so I spare them my company and sit at the table on the side of the boat.

The music is quiet and I can hear my friends talking across the boat. I bite into a strawberry and stare at the water below.

My anxiety is through the roof and i’m on a boat in fucking turkey. I’m annoyed that Lando just being near me is making me on edge.

As if he heard me, his head pokes out from behind the door, his hair wet and his eyes shining. “We’re gonna take off soon. Might wanna hold on cause of Charles’ driving.”

“Ok.” It’s like I can’t control my feet. I just stand and walk past him, giving him a quick smile and leaving him.

I then interrupt Alex and Lily, loudly stepping down the steps so they sit up. I hear everyone else getting out of the water and Lily can tell something wrong immediately.

“Could you get me some water?” She turns to Alex who gives her a quizzical look.

“You can’t do it yours-” She gives him another look which he immediately understands. Alex leaves quickly and Lily hurries over to me. I sit with my knees to my chest as she puts her hand on my arm.

“What happened? For real this time, what’s wrong?”

I look up at her, our friends walking past and up to the kitchen. I try to say it but I just groan and shove my face into my knees, “Y/n!”

I mumble it but she pokes my face so I look back up at her. I take a breath and force it out, “Lando kissed me.” And then she screams.

I shove my hand over her mouth so fast that her scream is muffled. We practically wrestle as she tries to get my hand free, “Lily!” She licks my hand and I gasp, pulling it off her.

“I’ll stop! I’ll stop!” She shuts her mouth and sits on her feet, staring at me, “We saw him last night… He looked drunk and completely in a different world.”

I groan into my hands, laying back on the cushion, “We were drunk! Sort of… We had a great day and it was actually fun like the type of thing friends do.” she nods at my words, “But then we were on the beach drinking and joking and he just… kissed me.”

Lily leans in, whispering, “Did you kiss him back?”

I bite my lip at the memory, nodding slowly. She screams again. I lay face down on the cushion as she taps my shoulder repeatedly and the boat starts to move. “Was it like a peck or make out?”

My cheeks get red so she already knows the answer, “Who stopped it?”

“Me? I think.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes… God, Lily!” she’s smiling at me again, “He’s a good kisser. Also please don’t tell anyone! Especially the girls. I just don’t want it getting around or making anything awkward.”

“Of course I won’t! Even Alex, I promise.” she attaches her pinky to mine and grins, “I have so many questions and we will talk about this later but I have one thing I need to ask.”

I sigh, “Go ahead.”

“Do you want it to happen again?” I think I'm going to be sick.

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LANDO

I find Lily and Y/n at the front, Y/n looks panicked at my appearance. “Can I talk to you?” She looks at me, then Lily.

I actually think she’s going to jump off the boat to avoid talking to me. But instead she goes for a quicker route, “I gotta pee.” I roll my eyes as she runs inside, slipping a bit at the wet deck.

Lily and I both watch her run, she just blinks and shrugs, “Good luck with that one.” She probably told Lily and it’s making me ultra aware that she knows I kissed her friend.

I settle back inside on the couch, listening to Charles tell a story while my eyes are completely distracted by Y/n laughing with her friends and eating raspberries.

I need to talk to her. She’s got a good poker face when she isn’t blushing and it’s practically impossible to get her alone.

“What about you, Lando? The only single one left!” Alex laughs and nudges my arm.

I laugh awkwardly, “Right.” I know the girls can hear this and I don’t want it to continue.

“So… how many models are you talking to?” Carlos asks as I scratch the back of my neck.

I shift my gaze to Y/n, who’s looks frustratingly good with her back arched, her elbows on the counter, and her eyes trying not to meet mine.

I run my tongue over my teeth and look back at Carlos, “You really wanna make that joke when your girlfriends a model, Sainz?” His face drops immediately and he punches my arm.

Charles and Pierre are crying laughing, “You two really wanna laugh?” They shut up real quick which makes me hear Y/n’s laugh.

It makes me smile and as soon as I realize why, I stop. “What about that girl you were debating on bringing?” Pierre snaps back fast.

“Hey, I was drunk and-”

“Pussy whipped!” Pierre coughs as Kika throws a raspberry at his head.

My friends start a new conversation (per the girls request) and move it out to the deck, Charles and Pierre arguing in french while they drive. I watch Y/n excuse herself and slip inside, and I follow.

I corner her outside the bathroom, her hands brushing through her half dried hair. She freezes, “Excuse me.”

She tries to walk past but I don’t let her. “Did I overstep?” She looks at me confused still, “Because I feel like an asshole.”

“No… You didn’t overstep.”

I groan, placing my hand next to her head against the wall, “So then talk to me.”

She crosses her arms, “I don’t want to.”

“Tough shit. You kissed me back.”

“I wish I didn’t.” She’s not looking me in my eyes and I haven’t been able to forget how she kissed me so I know she’s lying.

I step closer, “Try again, pretty.”

She looks up at me, her mouth pouty and her eyes big. “It was a mistake…”

I frown, “Mistakes can happen more than once.”

“Not this kind.” She lets out a breath, “I can’t stand you.”

“So use me.”

She opens her mouth, then shuts it. Y/n bites her lip and it takes everything in me not to physically whine. “You’re not mine to use.”

“I’m offering.”

“I’m rejecting.” that hurts way more than I expected.

“I’ll get on my knees.” Her hand goes to my arm that’s braced against the wall, her touch is soft and makes me weak.

I swallow and she clocks it instantly. “Go on, then.” I think I'm dreaming, but I’m not one to pinch myself.

I slowly sink to my knees, my hand trailing down the side of her body. I didn’t think she’d say yes. Right here? Where anyone could find us? I’ve never been more down for anything in my entire life.

She smiles, cute and innocent as if i’m not kneeling in front of her. God she’s beautiful. Her tanned leg moves to my shoulder and just as I think she’s about to pull me in, she shoves me back down.

I stare at her from my new place on the floor, her smile much wider now. She gets down to my level as I try to pull myself back up, she pushes me back down. “In your dreams, Norris.”

I breathe out as she walks up the stairs, my view cushioning the embarrassment I feel, “Trust me, you will be.”

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YOU

My lovely friends have decided to have another lovely couples night. I honestly am excited to have a moment of peace after today's day.

I get all dressed up in my favorite outfit. A red cocktail dress that fits like a glove, white heels, and my hair wavy and salty.

I’m in a great mood, it’s the type of mood where i’m avoiding everything but am by the ocean so I can’t be sad! Everything is nice and well until I get turned away at the restaurant.

It’s the one place close to the hotel that I haven’t been, “I’m sorry, there just isn’t any table for tonight.”

So it appears that every single person has decided to settle down and wallow in self pity at this restaurant, “Please!”

“I’m sorry, we just can’t have you sit unless you have another-”

I hear him swear before I see him. He’s dressed up too, arguing with another waiter as he sets eyes on me, “Great.”

Lando’s face below me flashes in my mind as he looks at me as if he wishes I was anybody else, “I’ll eat with her.”

“Don’t seem so happy.” I cross my arms, my clutch in my hand as he walks closer.

“My beautiful date.” The word beautiful makes me drop my annoyed expression and I'm lucky he’s looking at the hostess, “One table, for two, please.”

We’re shown our table, given water and ordered drinks, but I refuse to talk first. Lando seems to have the same idea, sipping his drink and looking out at the dark water.

Still, He clears his throat and looks at me. His jacket is hung over the chair, a curl falling just perfectly down, and with his green eyes in the moonlight, he looks like a prince.

“Have a good day, pretty?”

“Are you small talking me now, Norris?”

His brow quirks as he brings his glass to his lips, “You’ve been ignoring me all day, what else am I supposed to say? Would you rather me beg?”

Maybe I would. “I saw Kika push you into the water today. You hit your head?” I fake pity, pouting.

“I must have because suddenly I'm imagining a very pretty girl run her very pretty hands through my hair.” He sits up straighter, “Hm… must be the head injury.”

I thought I would be more upset because of our dining situation. But I find myself smiling as he teases me. We order and he does the oddest thing… he starts asking me about my life.

“I know you. I’ve been around you. I’ve kissed you. Yet I don’t even know where you live.” I’m surprised but should I be? Just because I didn’t like him, doesn’t mean I didn’t laugh at his jokes.

So we start talking. And for about an hour and a half, it’s all we do. We talk with a side of food and a beautiful view. We talk about Formula 1, we talk about my work, we talk about my hair, we talk about his family.

He asks me about my pets and he doesn’t complain when I make a jab at his food which is plain as can be.

It’s the first time that I really believe we could be friends. It’s when I truly see the potential that my friends have seen. “We were too alike.” I snap my fingers together, swirling my pasta, “That’s why I hated you.”

“So you hated yourself? That’s quite harsh, pretty.” He’s finished his food, and is lounging in his chair. The restaurant is almost empty, we could sit wherever we’d like and leave too, but I keep talking.

“No. I mean you just clashed with me because two of the same personality is too much.”

“I think I think ‘too much’. Has me enjoying our date.”

I shake my head, “Not a date.”

“Totally a date.” He winks and I drop the subject.

“I think I didn’t like you because I liked you.” He says it so casually that I almost don’t understand it.

“What?”

“I really like you.” He nods and I wonder how many glasses of wine he’s had, “Y/n, i’m not drunk. I’m just honest. Don’t freak out i’m not gonna get down on one knee…” this makes him smirk, “Or two!”

“You can’t just dislike someone because you fancy them!”

“I don’t fancy you! I just… like you. I like the way you are around me and I really liked messing with you. You’re easy to frustrate.”

“I am not!” He raises a brow and I shut my mouth.

“Let’s get going… everyone’s party already at the beach club. You wouldn’t want to miss your local lovers.”

“Um… are you dining and dashing? We have to pay.” He scoffs. Actually scoffs at me!

“I already did. Come on.” He takes my bag and walks out.

At my request, Mamma mia plays from his phone as we walk down the path next to the beach. I spin around with my heels in my hand and my hair in my face. “Why can’t I live on an island!?”

“Why can’t you?”

I eye him, “I’ll live on an island when you buy me one.”

“Woah- I bought you dinner and you just started to tolerate me… Save the island for next week.” I smile and almost trip over something that hisses.

“Aw!” I practically scream and kneel down to it. It’s a tiny cat, orange and brown and rubbing against my outstretched hand, “Oh my god!”

“It’s gonna bite you.” I just roll my eyes and tug at his pant leg to join me.

The cat takes to him immediately, rubbing up against his leg and clawing up to his chest. I laugh as it falls off and comes back to me, “Cutie…”

I scratch its ear with my nicely done nails which he clearly appreciates. He starts licking my hand and I wish I had something to feed him. A small smile settles on my lips as the cool breeze brushes back my hair.

I look up to see Lando staring at me. “I really did mean it, when I said you were beautiful.” I feel a little sick at his words. The good kind of sick. The butterflies kind of sick.

The cat runs away when someone joins us on the path and I stand with him, “We should hurry, party time.”

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LANDO

She left her purse in my room. We were heading back and I had to put down my jacket so we stopped in my room.

She left her bag which explains why she’s standing at my door in a matching pajama set and hotel slippers on her feet

“I need my mints.” She pushes past me and looks around for it. I help her because I have no idea where she put it either.

She had guys buy her drinks all night. You have no idea how much it killed me to see them all over her as if she wasn’t having dinner with me an hour before.

“Your room is a mess.” she says as she tears apart my nicely made bed.

“You’re tipsy, huh?”

She giggles as I lean against the door frame. She falls on my bed and looks up at the ceiling, “Guys love me!”

I shake my head and yawn. I finally find her bag, it’s in the bathroom for some reason and when I come back into my room to hand her it, she’s passed out on my bed.

“Y/n!” I shake her a bit but she only slaps my hand away, “You are so close to being in the correct bed! I found your purse.”

Her eyes open slightly, then she rolls over and moans louder, “Shh!” Then she’s out like a light. I hear her soft breathing and rustling around as I give up and sit next to her.

“I’m not sleeping on the couch!” I tell her but I know she’s already asleep.

She looks oddly peaceful. She looks tan and happy, even asleep on my bed. I accept my fate quicker than I probably should have, “Goodnight, then, pretty.” Flipping off the lights and pulling the blanket over her, I slip next to her and push a pillow in between us.

I don’t want her to wake up screaming after all.

I see her outline in the dark, the weight of someone sharing my bed, and the smell of her perfume I know is going to be there tomorrow. I see her, and curse myself.

She really is beautiful.

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unabashegirl · 1 month ago

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the cover | part 2

Y/N and Harry, lifelong best friends, pretend to be a couple for a family wedding weekend in Edinburgh. As they navigate the event, old feelings resurface, and what starts as an act turns into something real, leading them to confront their true emotions for one another.

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The hum of the car engine and the rhythmic sound of tires on the motorway created a comforting backdrop as Harry and Y/N cruised along, leaving the city far behind. The sun dipped low, casting a warm glow over the landscape. The scent of takeaway coffee and crisps filled the air, with the windows cracked open just enough to let in a cool evening breeze.

Harry, who insisted on driving first, had one hand loosely on the steering wheel, his sunglasses perched on his nose. Every now and then, he glanced over at Y/N with a teasing grin.

“You’re quiet for someone who signed up for a whole road trip,” he teased, nudging her with his elbow. “Thought you’d be the one keeping the conversation going.”

Y/N smiled, sinking back into her seat. “Just enjoying the peace before the chaos of my family.”

Harry laughed, the sound warm and comforting. “You act like they’ll eat us alive.”

“They might,” Y/N muttered, earning another chuckle.

Soft music played from the speakers—an eclectic playlist Harry had made, full of road trip classics. When Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac came on, Harry grinned and cranked up the volume.

“Oh, this is a good one,” he said, tapping the steering wheel. “You have to sing along. Road trip rules.”

Y/N tried to hold back a laugh. “I’m not singing.”

Harry, undeterred, started belting out the lyrics dramatically, completely over the top. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, eventually caving and singing along—though much less theatrically.

“There you go!” Harry said, laughing. “Now it’s a real road trip.”

The moment slipped into a comfortable rhythm—the music, the open road, and their easy companionship making the miles disappear. Y/N found herself relaxing, but the weight of the upcoming wedding lingered in the back of her mind.

After a few hours on the road, they pulled off at a small roadside diner nestled in the countryside. The fresh air was a welcome break from the car.

“This looks like a good spot,” Harry said, stretching as they got out. Y/N couldn’t help but glance at him, the sun catching the sharp angles of his face, making his curls look effortlessly perfect.

They walked into the diner, greeted by the soft chime of a bell over the door. The woman behind the counter didn’t seem to recognize Harry, and it was a relief—just two people grabbing a bite, no fuss.

“This is nice,” Harry said, sliding into a booth by the window.

Y/N smiled, knowing what he meant. “It must feel good to just be normal for a minute.”

Harry nodded, leaning back with a content sigh. “No cameras, no pressure… just us.”

They ordered burgers and fries, and Harry insisted on getting milkshakes to complete the meal. The conversation flowed easily, laughter breaking out as Harry joked about the wedding and Y/N’s family.

“You’re terrible,” Y/N said between laughs, wiping her eyes.

“I’m just preparing for what’s ahead,” Harry replied with a smirk. “Perfect fake boyfriend mode.”

After eating, they wandered around the small town nearby, snapping photos of the countryside. Harry held up his phone, grinning. “Stand by that tree,” he directed, and Y/N rolled her eyes but obliged.

“Why are you taking photos of me?” Y/N asked, half-heartedly posing in front of the sprawling oak tree.

“Because,” Harry said with a grin, snapping away, “you’re part of the adventure. Gotta document it.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Fine, but I’m taking one of you too.” She grabbed his phone, snapping a quick photo of him standing with the tree and hills in the background. His goofy smile made her heart warm—Harry, carefree and happy, just her best friend, far from the pressures of fame.

They lingered a bit longer, soaking in the calm before Harry checked his phone. “We should hit the road if we want to make it to Edinburgh before dark.”

Y/N nodded, feeling content as they climbed back into the car. The road trip was turning into something more special than she’d expected. She glanced at Harry as he drummed his fingers along to the music. There was something unspoken between them, as if a shift was happening, slow and subtle, yet undeniable.

As they approached the castle, the setting sun cast a golden glow over the estate, its stone walls and ivy-covered turrets straight out of a fairytale. Y/N’s stomach flipped, nerves kicking in as the car bumped along the gravel driveway.

“We made it,” Harry said, parking the car. “Ready?”

“Not even a little,” Y/N muttered before her door was yanked open, and she was pulled into a whirlwind of hugs and greetings. Her mom was first, squeezing Y/N before pulling back to critique her hair. “Sweetie, a haircut before tomorrow might be good, don’t you think?”

Y/N forced a smile as her aunt chimed in agreement. Her heart sank. Her family always had something to nitpick. It didn’t take long before her cousin brought up a dreaded subject: “One of the groomsmen is single. We thought you two might hit it off.”

Y/N’s stomach clenched, ready to politely deflect, when Harry’s voice cut through. “Hey, love, what did I miss?” He strolled over, all confidence, slipping his arm around her waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I’m Harry,” he introduced himself, leaving her family speechless.

His presence immediately eased the tension, and Y/N leaned into him, grateful. “You alright?” he asked quietly.

“Better now,” she whispered back.

Her mom’s eyes darted between them, clearly surprised. “Harry! I didn’t realize you were coming with Y/N.”

“Yep,” Harry replied smoothly, shaking hands with the rest of her family. “Thought it’d be fun to make a weekend of it.”

Her family exchanged glances, mentally recalculating their plans to set her up with anyone else. Y/N could only smile, leaning into Harry’s warmth, thankful for his perfect timing.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, clutching the edge of her oversized t-shirt as she padded over to the bed. The atmosphere between them was still light, but there was an undercurrent now—an unspoken awareness that lingered with every glance. She climbed into bed, sitting cross-legged as she pulled the covers over her lap.

“This is surreal,” she admitted, running a hand through her hair. “My family, this place… us pretending to be something we’re not. It feels like I’m in a weird dream.”

Harry looked over at her, his phone now abandoned on the nightstand. “It’s not that weird, is it?” he said with a soft chuckle, his voice low in the quiet room. “I mean, we’ve been through worse, right?”

Y/N snorted. “True. But this is different. There’s more at stake here. My family’s already plotting wedding dates for us in their heads, I just know it.”

Harry grinned, shifting to prop himself up on his elbow so he could face her more fully. “Well, let them plan away. They don’t need to know the truth, and if it helps you get through this weekend without the endless setups, I’m happy to keep playing along.”

His words were casual, but the way he looked at her, his eyes soft and reassuring, made something stir in Y/N’s chest. She wasn’t sure if it was the weight of the day, or the strange intimacy of being alone with him in this room, but she felt the pull between them more intensely than before.

“Thanks for that,” she murmured, her voice quieter now. “I don’t know what I’d do without you here.”

Harry’s gaze lingered on her for a beat longer before he shrugged lightly. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

Friends.

Y/N nodded, trying to shake the feeling that there was something more beneath the surface, something they hadn’t yet addressed. She laid back, sinking into the plush pillows as she stared up at the canopy overhead, trying to quiet her racing thoughts.

“Goodnight, H,” she whispered.

Harry turned off the light, settling beside her as the room plunged into comfortable darkness. “Goodnight, love.”

But long after the room had gone still, Y/N found herself wide awake, her thoughts spinning. The warmth of Harry’s presence beside her was impossible to ignore, and though nothing had changed between them in any outward way, something deep inside her knew that this weekend was going to shift things—whether they wanted it to or not.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as Harry’s arm remained wrapped around her, the subtle weight of it grounding her in a way she hadn’t anticipated. She had always known Harry was protective, the type of friend who would go out of his way to make sure she felt safe. But this—this was different. This was intimate, a closeness that blurred the line between friendship and something more.

She swallowed, trying to focus on anything but the way her body was responding to the warmth of his presence. “You always this smooth?” she asked, half-joking, though her voice wavered slightly.

Harry’s chest rumbled with another quiet laugh. “Only when I’m with you.” His voice was soft, almost teasing, but there was something underneath it that sent a shiver down her spine.

Y/N shifted slightly, feeling her pulse quicken as she let out a quiet sigh. “It’s going to be a long weekend, isn’t it?” she murmured, unsure if she was asking him or herself.

Harry’s hand tightened just a fraction on her waist, his thumb brushing the edge of her ribcage. “It doesn’t have to be,” he whispered, his breath warm against the back of her neck.

Her heart hammered against her chest as she lay still, the weight of his words hanging in the air between them. It felt like an invitation, a choice she didn’t know she’d have to make. She wanted to say something—anything to break the tension that had started to build—but the words caught in her throat, too heavy to speak.

Instead, she stayed silent, her mind spinning with possibilities she didn’t dare entertain.

The moments stretched on, the castle’s wind whispering through the cracks in the stone, a reminder of the world beyond this room. But right now, none of that mattered. Right now, it was just the two of them, wrapped up in a situation neither had prepared for, pretending to be something they weren’t—yet somehow, it felt more real than it should.

Harry’s voice was a quiet hum in the darkness when he finally spoke again. “If it gets to be too much, just let me know. We’ll figure it out together, like we always do.”

Y/N closed her eyes, feeling the weight of his words settle over her like a blanket. “Yeah,” she whispered. “We always do.”

And despite the uncertainty that lingered, she allowed herself to lean into him just a little more, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull her into a fragile sense of peace.

The next day arrived with the welcome party in full swing. The castle grounds had been transformed into a lavish setting with fairy lights strung between trees, soft music playing in the background, and long tables covered in elaborate floral arrangements. It was all as grand as Y/N expected, but she had other things on her mind.

As they approached the group, Y/N could feel the familiar sense of dread creeping up on her. Her family had always been a bit overwhelming, but with Harry by her side, the stakes felt higher. The weight of their fake relationship loomed over her, making her hyper-aware of every glance, every whispered comment.

Her mom was the first to make the introductions. “Everyone, this is Harry,” she said with an exaggerated flourish, as though presenting some sort of prized possession. “Y/N’s boyfriend.”

The group’s attention shifted to Harry, and Y/N braced herself for the inevitable barrage of questions. Sure enough, her aunt—one of the nosiest people Y/N had ever met—jumped in first.

“So, Harry, how did you and Y/N meet?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Y/N opened her mouth to respond, but Harry beat her to it, his voice smooth and confident. “We’ve been friends for years,” he said, glancing down at Y/N with a soft smile. “But recently, things just... fell into place.”

Y/N blinked, surprised by how effortlessly he lied. His voice was calm, his words so convincing that even she almost believed them. The way he looked at her, like she was the center of his world, made her heart do a strange little flip.

Her aunt nodded approvingly, clearly buying into the story. “Well, it’s about time, isn’t it? Y/N’s always been too focused on work. It’s nice to see her finally settling down.”

Y/N resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Settling down? She wasn’t sure she even believed in that, let alone the idea that her family thought it was long overdue. But she plastered on a polite smile, not wanting to create any tension.

Harry’s hand found its way to the small of her back again, and she felt the warmth of his touch seep through her dress. “I wouldn’t say it’s about settling down,” he said, his voice laced with a teasing edge. “Y/N’s too ambitious for that. She keeps me on my toes.”

The group chuckled, clearly charmed by his response, but Y/N’s mind was racing. The way Harry was handling the situation, so calm and collected, made her realize how deep into this charade they really were. And while it was supposed to be fake, there was something about the way he was acting—protective, reassuring—that made her wonder if it was more than just a performance.

As the conversation drifted on, Y/N found herself stealing glances at Harry, trying to read the expression on his face. Was he just playing his part, or was there something deeper behind the way he was holding her so close, speaking about her with such genuine affection?

The party continued, with more introductions and obligatory small talk, but Y/N’s mind kept returning to that moment—the way Harry had looked at her, the warmth of his hand on her back, and the weight of the unspoken emotions hanging between them.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the garden, Harry leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. “Want to sneak out of here for a bit?” he asked, his voice low, meant just for her.

Y/N glanced around at the sea of relatives, the endless chatter, and the forced smiles. The idea of escaping, even just for a little while, was tempting. “I thought you’d never ask,” she whispered back, a grin tugging at her lips.

With a quick excuse to her mom about needing some air, they slipped away from the crowd, making their way toward the quieter part of the castle grounds. The noise of the party faded as they walked down a path lined with tall hedges, the soft glow of the fairy lights barely visible behind them.

Once they were far enough away, Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “Thank God,” she muttered, running a hand through her hair. “I thought I was going to lose my mind back there.”

Harry chuckled, his hand still resting lightly on her back as they strolled further from the party. “You held up well,” he said, glancing down at her. “Better than I would’ve.”

Y/N shot him a sideways look. “You? Mr. ‘I can charm anyone’? I don’t believe that for a second.”

He grinned, but there was something in his eyes that softened as he looked at her. “It’s easier when I’ve got you by my side.”

Her heart did that strange flip again, and she cursed herself for letting his words affect her so much. This was all pretend. It wasn’t real. But as they walked together in the fading light, the castle looming in the distance, it was getting harder and harder to remember that.

As the evening drew to a close, the soft glow of fairy lights gave the garden a warm, magical feel. Guests had settled down at their tables, and the soft clinking of glasses quieted as the groom stood up, ready to give his speech.

The crowd hushed, eyes turning to the head table where Y/N’s cousin sat, beaming at her soon-to-be husband. He cleared his throat, his voice steady but emotional as he began to speak about the woman he was marrying.

“When I met her,” he started, looking lovingly at Y/N’s cousin, “I didn’t know what I was missing in my life. She has been my best friend, my confidante, and my greatest supporter. She pushes me to be better every day, encouraging me in everything I do.”

His words hung in the air, and Y/N, sitting beside Harry, shifted uncomfortably. As much as she was happy for her cousin, the familiar ache of longing settled in her chest. This kind of love, this partnership, felt so distant—something she admired but never experienced herself. Her thoughts drifted before she even realized it, thinking of Harry beside her.

She glanced at him quickly, wondering what was going through his mind. He seemed lost in thought, eyes forward but a subtle frown tugging at his lips, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of his glass.

The groom’s voice cracked slightly with emotion as he continued, “In my hardest moments, she was my rock, my stability. I’ve never had someone I could lean on like that until her.”

Those words cut through Y/N like a jolt. Leaning on someone... having that kind of trust, that connection. Her mind swirled with the memory of the night before, of Harry pulling her close in bed, his arms steady around her. For a second, she let herself feel what that could be like if it wasn’t just a game.

She was about to push the thought away when she felt something warm brush her hand. She looked down and saw Harry’s fingers, tentative at first, before gently intertwining with hers. Her pulse quickened as his thumb slowly grazed the back of her hand.

She looked up at him, her breath catching slightly, and saw him already watching her, an unreadable intensity in his eyes. It wasn’t playful or casual like it usually was. There was something else—something that made her heart pound harder in her chest.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the world around them had faded away.

Y/N swallowed, nodding, but her throat felt dry. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she murmured, not entirely sure if she was telling the truth.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Harry’s grip on her hand was firm, his gaze unwavering. The air between them felt charged, thick with the weight of unspoken things.

He didn't say anything else, but he didn’t need to. His hand remained clasped in hers, a silent reassurance, and maybe something more. But they weren’t there yet. Neither was willing to take the leap into what that more could be—at least, not tonight.

The groom’s speech concluded, and the applause broke the moment. Y/N reluctantly pulled her hand from Harry’s, though she could still feel the warmth lingering on her skin. As the attention shifted back to the celebration, she stole one last glance at him, her heart racing for reasons she wasn’t quite ready to admit.

But it was becoming harder to ignore the way Harry’s touch felt like something she’d been missing all along.

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kissitbttr · 9 months ago

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mafia!toji first time meeting stripper!reader

a/n: reader is fem. and since i’ve been hit with biggest writers block known to a man, this one is inspired by one of my old work called gold. enjoy!

toji zenin is a ruthless man. that, you can definitely count on.

he’s known to be the one who shows little to no mercy. who’s soul isn’t as clean due to the countless of lives he had taken.

as crazy as it sounds, toji craves for the sound of piercing cries from someone who begs to spare them compassion. he likes to taunt them. mock them. pretending that he would eventually let them go just to see that little flicker of hope lighting upon their gaze.

a sinister smile would play coyly upon his lips before he decides the latter. pulling the trigger and watches the victim face planting the dark tile as their brains scatter all over the walls and floor.

it’s one way to teach people a lesson to not fuck with him. to not fuck with his business. because toji zenin is crazy like that.

he has no time for patience nor pity.

toji fixes the collar of his black sheer shirt, checking himself out in the mirror to make sure he looks good tonight. who are we kidding though? he’s toji fucking zenin,

tonight was supposed to be his day off. he had plans. before a motherfucker who runs a strip club decides to mess with him about the package deal and had almost lost him half of the money he’s supposed to own,

he could’ve let his right hand man to handle it. but this is bigger than anything he had ever done. is this goes to south, then one person’s death wouldn’t be the only thing on his agenda,

he’ll track down every single one of the bastards and kill them with his own hands,

however, tonight needs to be as clean as possible.he’s aware of the reputation he has put on himself to the world, so no point of hiding or camouflage. yet, he still doesn’t want to cause too much of a scene,

stepping away from the full length mirror, he swiftly picks his black velvet coat off the hanger before shrugging it on,

“talk to me, satoru” his heavy voice echoes the hallway as he steps out of the room to walk downstairs, watching a few of his men pocketing their weapons,

gojo satoru. his right hand man, nods,

“he’s there. word from bianco. he appears isn’t expecting you to stop by” he informs, showing toji the message on his phone. “it’s going to be crowded. but bianco is taking care of that right now. he’s got nowhere to run”

toji scoffs, snatching a glass of whiskey off the table before downing the remaining drink. “good. i need him to see me when he less expects it. owes me more than some fucking money” he mutters, tucking the G21 down his holster.

gojo raises an eyebrow. “G21? you’re going soft tonight eh, boss?”

toji shoots him a hard glare, one where the white haired man only chuckle at. “the car’s ready?”

another nod, gojo leads toji down towards the basement. “as requested. Lamborghini Murcielago. your personal favorite. packed with 640 PS and 471 Kw—i think you know what that means— rules around 213 mph if you consider on going hit and run. i packed a standard aeropack wing if you wanna go slow. windows? bulletproof. in case anyone tries to kill you” toji knows for a fact that gojo is only joking about the last part.

no one dares to try to take him down before he does it. it’s a pattern everyone knows by now,

toji lets out a low whistle, head softly shaking at the machine beauty before him. fingers tracing along the hood of the car,

“shit—you know i need to lay low, man? got anything less attractive?”

“i don’t do less. you know that, boss” he winks playfully, laughing to himself when he watches toji rolls his eyes. “besides. this thing right here will for sure earns you a bird. take her out on a stroll, bring her home. women love fast cars” he comments,

humming as a response, toji walks towards the driver’s seat. “i don’t date. were you born yesterday or something?” he speaks in a firm tone before catching the keys that gojo throws at him,

“no I wasn’t. but isn’t ‘she who shall not be named’ is like what? two years ago? and you got to stop with the one night stands. go get a girl tonight” he suggests, watching the dark haired man sliding himself into the car,

toji gives him a half hearted smile. “noted”

“i’ll be right behind you, boss. slow down, yeah?”

it takes about thirty minutes prior to arrival. toji blames it all on the traffic and the slow pedestrians crossing the road. cursing to himself every five seconds, each time he stops at red lights.

he parks his car close to the entrance before exiting from the vehicle, tossing his keys at one of the valet but not before roughly grabbing his collar and threaten to kill him if one scratch is prominent on his car.

clearing his throat, he walks into the bar. ignoring the stares and whispers at the sight of a notorious ruthless man who decides to pay the club a visit.

one thing he first to notice, the club is indeed packed. gojo wasn’t lying. as if God knew what is about to happen later on and isn’t going to let him get away with witnesses. he needs to play it safe tonight.

as he strides through the darkened room to find the table he had been reserved for, a few half naked girls walk right pass him. delicate fingers stroking his chest and brushing against his shoulders, making him smirk. he can’t lie, most of them are gorgeous and he’s tempted enough to touch their skin, but he has to hold it. not that he isn’t interested, because his mind changed. he is definitely taking someone back to his place tonight.

fucking gojo. he has to be right every time.

speak of the devil, the white haired man appears by his side in minutes. nodding his head towards the area where the business should be conducted. toji follows him close towards the end of the room,

he gently pulls back a chair for him to sit, as gojo and the two of his other men stands behind to watch over. toji specifically asks for the furthest table, with a glass of whiskey has been prepared for him.

toji feels irritated. he hates doing all of this dirty work just because some fucking bastard isn’t able to keep up with the deal. he should’ve known not to trust alec to do business, yet when the pathetic excuse of a man begged on his knees with a gun knocked against his head, toji thought why not? if he didn’t get to fulfill his demands, he gets to kill him either way.

“alright, alright—fuck! easy man!” alec’s frantic voice causes toji’s eyes to avert from the scene of the crowd. his eyebrows knitted, threatening gaze bores upon the man whose pushed forcefully by his men to sit, “mr. zenin! it’s always a pleasure to see you!”

mind that alec owes him more than fifty grand, and this fucker had the nerve to walk in and act like nothing happened,

he is definitely going to kill him,

“you don’t fucking talk to me that way, alec. i’m not your friend. you owe me something” toji warns, his finger pointing at him as he watches the trembling man gulp. “you remember?”

alec couldn’t feel more terrified as he casts a glance of toji’s gun on the table, facing towards him. “i—i know, man—sir” he corrects himself. “i didn’t forget. it’s just that the money is tight right now. the girls aren’t earning amount of money they—“

toji could only scoff, head thrown back. “i didn’t fucking hire your girls. i hired you. stop being a pussy and own up to that. you should know that me and patience never get along. i have one body bag left in my car and it would give me the tremendous pleasure writing your name on it” he grits his teeth, looking at alec with a dark look in his eyes as he balls his fist,

“i just need more time—“

“one month isn’t enough?!” toji barks, making alec jumps at the booming voice

“i need more. i promise. give me one more month. and i will do whatever you ask me to, sir zenin.” alec begs with hopeful eyes,

toji finds it disgusting and repulsive to see someone like him begging for mercy. or anyone at all. that gesture is weak and vulnerable. “i don’t give out second chances”

alec hears a gun clicks from behind. he doesn’t need to ask, he knows that one of the two men behind him is ready to blow his brains out. “sir zenin, please! just one more chance! please”

once again, toji isn’t a very patient man. he knows enough to understand that it’s a mistake. but he would love to see how this one goes, playing along with this little game of his.

toji isn’t a fool. never was.

he looks over at gojo, as if to ask what he thinks. the answer that gojo could give is ‘your choice, boss’

toji sighs, head shaking. “fine. you give me your best girl of the night, and i’ll give you one more month” he offers, taking a sip of his drink, leaning himself back to relax. “no more than that”

alec nods. though he feels like shitting himself because one month isn’t close enough for collecting the amount of money he owes toji to. still, he thinks this is better than nothing.

“take your pick, mr. zenin. or i could bring one or two here? we have twins in the back and they sure are on high demand, everyone has been begging me to—“

toji could only hum in response, not listening to a word he’s saying. his green eyes scanning over at the scene. the girls are putting on a show, showing off their skills, some are pulling a lap dance on a few customers. he cringes when one suddenly takes her bra off like she costs nothing. seems like none of these girls are his type. gorgeous? yes. but they don’t seem to do enough to make his cock twitch,

he’s about to take back the offer until his eyes fall on her. eyes widening in amusement and toji finds himself freezing on the spot.

a slight curvier woman has her leg hooked around the pole. long dark haired brushing against the marble floor as she arches her back slightly. toji observes the way her body moves so sensually yet gracefully, almost like a feather. the way she bites onto her pink glossed lips and how her eyes manage to flirt with the crowd with one simple look. she has them lured into her presence. himself included.

her body—fuck, he doesn’t even know where to begin. delicious curves cladded in navy blue bodysuit, full breasts supported by the cup of her outfit that bounces each time she moves. soft thick thighs wrapped by a white fishnet stockings and legs decorated in white fuzzy pumps. overall it’s quite revealing, but it still presents the modesty she has on her. he’s not quite sure if it’s the outfit or it’s just her,

but only a fool would assume that it isn’t the latter.

toji feels his pants growing tight when his gaze lowers to how her hips moving in circles. in painfully slow motion too. almost like she knows how to tease and she’s doing it so perfectly. if only he had spotted her from before, he would’ve move closer.

a damn fucking beauty she is.

“her. i want her” toji speaks in a firmer tone, almost territorial. he just can’t take his eyes off the woman. watching every single move and a wink being thrown.

he chuckles when she swats a couple of old hands who seems desperate to try and cope a feel with a dirty look on her face. he couldn’t make out what she’s saying but he knows for sure that she’s telling them off,

‘gorgeous and a fighter’ he thinks to himself

“angel? you want her?” alec asks after he realizes who he’s pointing at,

“that’s her real name?”

“no. she doesn’t let anyone know her real name. she goes by that ever since she starts working here” alec informs, watching toji nods,

so she’s new?

“some calls her birthday cake”

that makes toji’s brows scrunched. he is about to ask why the name until the answer is immediately given to him when she decides to do a side split, making her plump ass bounce against the floor.

oh that’s why

“gorgeous” toji breathes, cocking his head to the side. “not taken is she? not that i care anyway. what a fucking dime she is. you’re going to give her to me, correct?” his voice is threatening enough, dark eyes moving to look at alec who nods.

“yes! of course, sir! if that’s what you want”

“fuck yes i do. bring her to me” he demands before gulping down his drink, watching how alec immediately scrambles off the chair and hurries towards where angel is performing,

toji keeps his eyes set on the mysterious lady. refusing to move. he doesn’t want to miss a single thing. especially when she’s on her hands and knees, ass up in the air for the crowd to see and eyes looking over her shoulder earning cheer, applause and money flown just for her.

gojo lets out a wolf whistle. “good choice, zenin”

he hums, the girl now up on her feet. lifting herself up after she hooks her arm around the pole and give them a twirl. “tell me gojo. have you seen anyone as beautiful as she is?”

“definitely not. you just might hit the jackpot”

indeed he did. toji may have made a lot of mistakes but he’s never wrong when it comes to choosing partners . he’s always careful with it.

there is something so different about her and he’s very sure about it too. from how she’s not afraid to tell the men in the audience off, putting that smart mouth to use. unlike the girls he has seen around where they just take the humiliation. but her?

she fights back. just how he likes his women.

“fuck off alec, i mean it! my shift is almost over. i’m not interested being passed around to your friends or co-workers!”

he hears her protest. toji doesn’t even realize that she’s walking closer towards his table with alec’s grip around her elbow,

“who said anything about passing you around? i just need to introduce you to one of the most important men here!” alec defends,

“weird way of saying you want me to suck their cocks” she comments

a foul mouth indeed toji thinks

alec throws her a hard glare, in which she only scoffs and roll her eyes. “mr. toji zenin, I would like to introduce you to angel. she’s been here for almost a year now.”

toji grins at that, standing up from his chair and looks over at the beauty with a disinterested look on her face. seemingly look like she doesn’t want to be here. yet she smiles at him anyway, and he swears he has never seen something so pretty,

“nice to meet you, beautiful ” toji extends his hand for her to take, giving a soft kiss on it. his eyes aren’t looking away from hers. “hell. you’re even gorgeous up close”

she won’t deny it. this man is absolutely handsome. and she doesn’t see a lot of them working here. most are old and married, which something that she finds disgusting. but this man, toji? he is far from ugly.

first thing she noticed was how broad he’s built. the way he towers over her and he’s not even standing that close to her small figure. even the dark room fails to hide the definition of his muscles through the black shirt he’s wearing. and the thin scar over his pulled lips, showcasing a smirk.

is this man even a man?

as handsome as he is, angel raises an eyebrow, not feeling entirely influenced by the gesture. “so have you been observing me this whole time? that’s creepy”

“angel” alec hisses, gripping her elbow a bit tighter making her flinch a bit and her body to cowers a little.

“sorry” she mutters in irritation, gaze falling down to the floor

the interaction somehow irks toji to the bone. he eyes how alec treats her in front him, it would probably even worse behind closed doors.

he doesn’t even want to know.

“you can fucking let go now alec, you’re hurting her” toji demands, throwing him a sharp stare. alec’s pupils are wide open at that, causing him to release his grip almost immediately and for angel to nurse her reddening skin.

one thing that toji wouldn’t accept, is violence against women.

toji’s gaze beginning to soften yet again when he watches the pretty girl before him. how her long hair cascading down her back, exposing the sharp of her collarbones and valleys of her breasts,

if only her look of fear is replaced with a look of comfort,

“you can leave us be. thanks” toji coldly orders at alec, not wanting to be near his presence anymore. he’s had enough seeing that bastard,

he nods, avoiding his stare but not before muttering a ‘don’t fuck this up’ to angel before one toji’s men escorts him out,

“don’t worry about him doll. he’s gone, yeah?” he comforts her almost immediately, not wanting her to be scared anymore,

“oh—yeah, uhm thanks” she shoots him a smile. a genuine one this time, taking his hand in hers when he offers it. "so how do you want this--''

“if you don’t mind” he puts a hand behind her back immediately to guide her to the couch behind, earning a quizzical look on her face. “i want to get to know you first”

“mr. zenin. with all due respect, this is not a date. i’m working”

he chuckles at her forward response, still she lets him lead to the velvet couch. angel sits first, eyes glancing up for a moment and see a handsome white haired man with his arms crossed. he quickly removes himself from the presence and walk out. his other men following him from behind.

and now there’s just two.

“i just want to take my time with you. is that okay?” toji sits back down, watching her crossed her legs as she keeps the distance between them,

she smiles with a shrug, toying with the strap of her bra, “you could do that while i’m giving you a dance—if you want?”

toji makes a mental note on how her eyes glow under the violet lights when she stares at him. almost like it’s so easy for him to see what goes beyond that. they’re so so pretty. prettiest he’s ever seen indeed. despite the flirty tone lacing under her response, she still has the look of innocence that makes him smile back.

she’s no better too. the way he’s looking directly into her eyes should be a crime. his gaze speaks something. something… lustful and dangerous.

he nods, letting out a breathe of relief as he leans himself back before spreading his thighs as an invitation.

“show me what you got then gorgeous”

angel swears she can hear the beat of her heart getting louder the moment she sits herself down on his lap. still, without him having to suspect anything, she keeps her flirty persona for a show.

“my, my—you really are a fucking dime” he lowly whistles, eyes falling to the curve of her breasts. “i can see why people were loving you back there. hopefully they don’t get jealous when i stole you away”

she giggles, a small blush creeping on her cheeks. “aren’t you a flirt. you do this to every girl?”

toji places his hands on her plump ass, resting it there. he knows that there are rules where it’s forbidden you touch the dancers. but he doesn’t give a shit. and it’s not like anyone had the balls to tell him off anyway.

“only to those who i find interesting, baby” he says, eyes not looking away from the beauty as be squeezes her flesh making himself groan. “fuck me. that’s an ass? right here?”

his comment makes her laugh as she throws her head back. loving how genuine he actually sounds when he said that.

“so—mr. zenin” she begins, giving him a naughty smile as her hands finds their way to his shoulders, feeling how tense they are under his grip. “what brings you to this awful depth of town, hm?”

he clears his throat, wetting down the bottom of his mouth while keeping his hands steady on her hips. finding no desire to move them. “business. your bastard of a boss owes me something. I didn’t think i would actually be here right now, accompanied by a gorgeous woman like yourself”

damn. he sure is charming and cheeky. definitely a player. “you sure are a sweet talker, mr. zenin” she tells him before slowly beginning to grind against his bulge causing him to exhale another deep groan. “are you sure—you don’t make bitches wet talking like that?”

he mutters a low ‘christ’ when he feels himself growing hard under her sultry move, yet she isn’t stopping. and she only had just started. “believe me doll, i’ve had my fair shares with many—but damn, they sure don’t make me hard like you do—cross my heart”

her hips the move in tiny circles, keeping a painfully slow pace but enough to keep him satisfied. “i don’t trust you but okay—anyway, what did you and alec talked about anyway?”

“nosy, huh?”

she rolls her eyes. “i have the right to ask since he practically sold me to you for tonight—my shift was supposed to be over, mr. zeni—“

“toji” he cuts her off, thumb softly stroking against her hip bone

“what was that?”

“just call me toji” he repeats with a small grin. “and okay that’s fair—he has something very important of mine. was supposed to pay a month ago, but that piece of shit isn’t known to be the one who keeps his promises”

she hums in response, leaning herself back slowly and rests her palms upon his knees to keep her body steady. her hips are now moving back and forth.

toji shamelessly let his eyes wander down from her breasts to her thick thighs. “i was going to blow his brains out tonight. right here. on this one spot. but he begged like a bitch and i wanted to see how far he goes” he laughs almost darkly,

it scares her a little by how calm he’s being about murdering someone. with the way his eyes staring at her aren’t really helping too. like a predator eyeing his prey. almost like he knows how to make her weak on the knees.

“looks like he’s in big big trouble, then” she giggles cutely. “not surprised anyway. he owes alot of money to the girls too. mine included”

he cocks an eyebrow, feeling himself tensing. “does he now? how long?”

“can’t count. i had to pull bunch of shitty excuses to the landlord just so he won’t kick me out of the apartment. half of our earnings each night, goes to him. saying that he’ll pay me back but I know he never will” she spills casually, then her movement comes into a halt. “oh fuck, don’t tell him i said that”

with a chuckle, his head shakes. “i won’t. but i could kill him for you, if you want me to. just say the word” he speaks lowly, continuing to admire her body. “mind if i ask how long have you been working here?”

it takes her a while to answer. “almost a year. I quit college for this. not because i love it entirely, but i couldn’t pay for it anymore.” she sighs,

“i’m sorry to hear that. what were you studying?”

“bio-engineering” she smiles, “people tend to be surprised when i told them that”

“count me in as well, sweetheart, damn. not only she’s hot as fuck but she’s smart too?” he shakes his head in disbelief. “you even real, right now?”

she laughs, flipping her hair. “thank you, toji—can i ask you something?”

he hums, callouses hands move towards her back, holding her steady,

“what happened there” she points at the scar, struggling to find the urge not to trace her fingers across it,

he shrugs, “was from a fight years ago. nothing major”

“can i—touch it?” she softly asks him, looking so innocent yet teasingly,

toji smirks, head nodding. “go ahead, baby” he speaks in a low baritone. voice so deep and flirty that it almost makes her squirm,

she ignores the butterflies in her stomach when he calls her that. and without being told twice, she leans closer and her fingers reach out to pad the scar gently. feeling how soft his lips against her skin, paying attention to every single detail of it. wondering how on earth could a scar fit someone so perfectly.

there is no doubt on her mind, that he is the sexiest man she has ever come across to. she can feel the weight of his palm lowering itself down to her plump cheek, squeezing it. usually, she would tell anyone off for touching her like that. but this time, she doesn’t say anything. not because she’s afraid of him but she feels strangely turned on.

“fuck” he breathes out, feeling her ass one more time. hearing him like that just makes her giggle as she gradually picks up the pace grinding on him, catching toji off guard.

“such a naughty little girl—bet you wouldn’t mind having that ass spanked now would you?” he whispers against her ear, biting his lower lip hard.

though she would admit that she wouldn’t, she won’t allow him to win this game. she slowly shakes her head with a smirk, removing herself off his lap causing him to whine. angel spins around, not without swaying her ass side to side, sneaking a glance to make sure he’s watching,

her hand immediately circles around the pole in front of them. “dinner is mandatory if you want to go down to that path, mr. zenin”

toji watches carefully with lust and admiration as she now securing her arm around the golden pole, lifting herself off easily and give her body a gentle spin. eyes screwed shut and head thrown back. coming back down slowly, she re-enacts the movement from where she performed for the audience. legs spread apart, landing in a perfect split. long brown hair covering the side of her beautiful features, tongue licking her upper lip.

he follows the curve of her ass, eager to get his hands on them but he knows that he has to wait. there, he spots a small heart tattoo inked on her ass cheek,

angel is a little teaser. that’s for sure. enjoying herself too much in making a man hard yet refuses to be under the spell of a man’s touch. he likes that actually. likes that a lot. it may be painful to have his cock hard at the moment while she’s not doing anything about it but she’s worth it.

so, so worth it.

“you are so. fucking. sexy.” his voice switches into something darker, a seductive grin slowly forming as he thirsts over her. “must have made a lot of men mad out there”

“so i have been told” she declares with confidence, innocent smile pulling upon her lips as she begins to gently crawl towards him, eyes never leaving his.

she halts in between his open legs, settling on her knees. being the little minx she is, her hands find a place on top of his thighs. “i sense you carry danger everywhere you go, mr. zenin—am i wrong?”

she’s not dumb. she spotted his gun strapped against his holster an hour before she was even being introduced to the man.

he delicately caresses her soft cheek, almost came in his pants when she leans against his palm. “why? that scares you?” he moves a few strands of hair that are blocking his view of her pretty face,

she shakes her head, a smile doesn’t leave her face. in fact, he hears a soft giggle escapes her.

his eyes move from the curve of her breasts and up to her mouth. eyeing the way that pink gloss compliments her pretty skin.

“would love to have a taste—right here” toji whispers, his thumb grace her lower lip. his breath immediately hitches, and a groan rumbles deep in his chest the moment she opens her mouth.

“fuck—what a good girl” he moans lowly when she lets his thumb rest upon her warm wet tongue. the angelic look in her eyes disappears and is replaced with a look of lust. “s-shit” it takes him by surprise when she decides to suckle it, head bobbing her head up and down painfully slow,

“jesus—i wish it was my cock you’re sucking right now, baby” nonetheless, the amount of pleasure she’s giving him is enough to keep him satisfied,

“holy fuck, wow” she pops her lips off his thumb. wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth before giggling again. the sound makes toji smile. genuinely.

“you’re trouble” he comments with a tsk, chuckling at the way she shrugs innocently as if she has no idea what he’s talking about. “alright. up you get, baby”

she gives him a questionable look, following his movement and rise to her feet. “mr. zenin, we still have thirty minutes left. alec gave me at least an hour and he would be upset if i—“

“if he touches you, you tell me and i’ll kill him. understand?” toji sternly orders, brows furrowing at the thought of that lowlife bastard putting his hands on her,

she’s baffles at that. how could he know what goes behind closed doors? still she nods anyway. “yes, sir”

“toji, baby. toji” he corrects with a smile. “besides, if i stayed for another ten minutes, i’ll l cream in my pants and that would be embarrassing” he shamelessly points out. she blushes at that and it makes toji’s heart skips a bit,

“this doesn’t mean it’s a one and done. i would love to see you again, sweetheart. can’t let you go too far now can i?” he pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and hands her thick amount of hundreds. “here you go, angel”

she gasps softly as her eyes go big, shocked by the bundle of cash in his hand. if she counts it right that’s gotta be at least close to one grand.

“toji this is—fuck this is too much, I—i can’t take these. twenty or fifteen is enough for me”

he frowns. who in the right mind think it’s okay for men to tip a gorgeous woman with a rocking body some loose change? fucking assholes.

“baby, you do realize who you’re talking to? i don’t give out twenty or less” he quirks an eyebrow, watching her adorable expression. “money isn’t a problem to me. a grand isn’t a problem to me. come on, you deserve it”

she stares down at his hand and hesitantly takes the money. flashing him a wide smile. “mr—i mean, toji, oh my god thank you so much. thank you, thank you!” without any second thoughts, she jumps out and wrap her arms around his neck,

“you don’t know how much this means to me. i needed this”

toji stumbles a bit, the sudden movement surprises him but he appreciates it. the way she keeps thanking him, muttering couple of blessings has somehow gives his heart a little kick,

a good one.

“no need to thank me, baby” toji grins, holding her by the waist to keep her secured for a moment before pulling away. “you take care of yourself yeah? don’t be wandering too far. would love to take you out on a stroll” he leans down to peck her cheek,

“I’ll be sure to stop by and see you again, gorgeous” with one last devilish smile, he walks out of the room. leaving her still in complete shock,

he is no ordinary man, alright. it kinda makes her feel a bit weird by all the butterflies that are erupting her stomach by how he acted earlier. has it been.. what? two or three years since she had been engaged in any sort of relationships with a man. and there has been no real man crawling around this city. only rats. she fucking hates rats.

but toji zenin? there’s definitely something about him that makes his whole aura and appearance a lot more sexier. again, she’s not stupid. she has seen the gun. observed his interaction with her boss. and the men he had protecting him suits?

that’s no 9-5 man. it’s dirty work.

and it should’ve scared her. it should’ve been a warning made for her to run and avoid him because he’s a man that carries danger everywhere he goes. toji zenin is a man that would not hesitate to paint the whole town in blood of his victims if one ever crosses his territory.

yet as she glances down at the bills being handed at her and promise from him that he would see her again, it makes her smile. heart thumping at the thought of the beautiful man coming back only for her.

angel clutches the money against her chest, squealing as she does little bounces in her heels with a giggle. overjoyed with the amount of cash that would help her,

she’s definitely making toji her new favorite client

#mafia!toji #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro blurbs #toji fushiguro smut #jjk

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minafeu · 3 months ago

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I'm not the greatest at writing when tired and it's 11 pm before I got to school the next day but I thought I'd give a snippet of what I have so far. The chapter will be called "Girl, So Confusing" because the tension I've written is utterly divine and fits the title because the way Red be acting is so confusing to Chloe.( @uhhhh-em-draws-stuff this is for you pookie 😘)

Theatre class. A place where many don't have academic rivals but Chloe was unlucky enough to have her academic rival in her Theater class. Today they were doing line readings just to make sure the teacher picked the right people for the roles. Chloe reading for Juliet and Red reading for Romeo. An irony Chloe could care less for but still funny none the less. Red takes her hand as per the directions of staging "If I profane with my unworthiest hand. This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." Red had an annoying sly smile on her face, knowing she was slightly getting under Chloe's skin.

She take a deep breath and begins her line. "Good Pilgrim, you do wrong your hands to much, which mannerly devotion shows this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch. and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." They make eye contact whilst Chloe recites her lines lines. It's obvious to Red that Chloe has honed the craft of theatre for many years which is almost impressive if it weren't for the fact she acted slightly cocky about it. It elicits a small chuckle out of Red, it being humorous that Chloe thinks so highly of herself.

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers' too?" Reds voice is soft but firm. Chloe laughs slightly and states "Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." She give an unserious smile, emulating the character of Juliet. It's almost impressive how well Red is doing as Chloe has never seen her so theatre. Red simply brushes off the slight look of disbelief on Chloe's face and responds. "O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do: They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." Her smile growing more cocky, her head tiltes slightly to the side as she watches to see how Chloe react. "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake" Chloe speak softly, shaking her head lightly during my lines. She lightly looks Red up and down as she recites Red next lines.

Red steps a bit closer to Chloe. "Then move not while my prayer's effect I take." She takes Chloe's chin in her hand, just a few inches from her face. "Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged." Chloe rolls her eyes lightly, breaking character for but a moment. She clears her throat, takes a step back from Red and delivers the line promptly. "Then have my lips the sin that they have took." Chloe's gaze is questioning with a hint of innocence, replicating how a child of Juliet's age would have said it. "Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again." Red looks into Chloe's eyes, a mischievous smile on her lips. "And scene!" Their teacher calls out.

After a few moments, Chloe goes to her seat and grabs her things, intent on getting to her next class to have peace for just a few moments. The only bad thing about next hour being AP history was perhaps the fact that the seating chart just had to have Red sitting right next to her. It was the only class they sat next to each other and every moment felt like hell on earth. As the teacher begins to give Red compliments on her compelling acting Chloe checks her phone and texts back her mom. After about a minute, the teacher begins to compliment Chloe who dutifully takes them. Red simply rolls her eyes. Ah yes, little miss perfect taking compliments like it's nothing. It's almost as if she isn't Satan incarnate in academia clothing and a pretty smile.

(now published as a full chapter on ao3)

#glassheart academic rivals au #glassrose #glassheart #charminghearts #redcharming #chloe x red #red x chloe #red of wonderland #red of hearts #chloe charming

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gingrrfrog · 5 months ago

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hey! 🫵🏻😐

you look like you want to read a jaeji draft where Jaehyun c*ms in his pants. i'm feeling gracious, so have a 3k nsfw drabble where jaehyun is tipsy, horny, and missing his wife.

warnings: masturbation, premature ejaculation, home-made porn (jaehyun records himself fucking his wife :3c), a man who is obsessed with his wife, basically

pairings: jeong jaehyun x oc female (if you aren't familiar with my work, feel free to check out ivoire and noir on ao3)

authors: one of my many many jaeji drafts that will never see the light of day. this specifically focuses on what would've been their engagement and talking about children. please note: this has nothing to do with the current timeline <3

“Jihyun?” Jaehyun called out on a Saturday night.

Ah. That’s right. It was Saturday. Jaehyun pouted. Jihyun would still be at work and after a night out all he wanted to do was cuddle up to his fiancée and hope for some passive head, but he would have to settle with either his hand or a nap. Tipsier than he would like, he stumbled up the stairs and yanked his clothes off his body before showering.

His shower was short as he didn’t want to be standing anymore than he was tonight at the bar, falling on their bed and landing head first into Jihyun’s pillow. He inhaled and smelled her scent and sighed, hugging the pillow close to his chest.

He reached for his phone shortly after and tried his luck with a quick phone call, his eye brightening when she answered and her face appeared on the screen. She smiled brightly at him and Jaehyun could only return the smile.

“Hi, Sweet Boy,” she beamed. Jaehyun was going to ignore his lower half twitching.

“Hi,” he doped. “How is work?”

“Good, I’m coming home soon after a few things. How was the bar?”

“Boring,” he sighed, rolling on his back, “its fun when we go and you start fighting.”

Jihyun snorted, “thanks. I’m just your entertainment.”

Jaehyun laughed and pressed his lips to the camera, “come home soon. I miss you.”

“I’ll be home in an hour or two. Get some snacks and we’ll watch a movie.”

“‘Kay,” he yawned. “Love you.”

“Me more, I’ll see you in a little.”

Jaehyun did as he was told and prepared the snacks as told after ordering them via delivery. He sat in bed and munched on a bag of popcorn until it was empty, even going as far as gnawing on the kernels until his molar hurt. He gave up on the bag entirely and settled for his movie, his eyes heavy and fighting them.

He had no idea what it was about, as he used the film as a time keeper for when Jihyun would come home. By the time it was over, he told himself, his fiancée would be in his arms.

He thought the movie was an action, and for the most part, it was. There was a secondary romance plot that bored him, up until the middle.

He didn’t remember looking at the rating but was shocked to see the main characters in a graphic sex scene. It jolted him awake, watching the girl rock her hips on the man’s lap. He swallowed and shook his head.

Jihyun does that.

Once his length is nestled in her warmth she’ll start slow, gauging how fast or how slow she’ll want to go by Jaehyun’s facial expressions. Jihyun would watching him through her eyelashes, her hair falling around her up until she would bring his hand up to her soft tresses for him to wrap it around his fist the way she liked.

She was so soft and she always smelled so good. He would never be able to describe it. Her natural scent always swirled beautifully with whatever fragrance she would wear, sweet like honey and warm like cinnamon, Jaehyun had no choice but to fall into her hold.

Said man groaned at his imagination and growing erection, hoping to will it away by squeezing his eyes tight enough. The action, however, only made it worse.

He could almost hear her. Her soft breaths whenever he thrusted into her. Her moans when she found her spot inside her. Jihyun was every bit vocal in the bedroom as she was outside of it, but was quieter, gentler, with more intimacy. Jaehyun loved when his name fell from her lips the most. He loved when she choked it out in between gasps and pleas, whenever he would turn them around and he would be on top, fucking her the way she loved, and her voice hitching up a few octaves. His name was always followed by a desperate kiss to wherever she could reach, his lips, shoulder, knuckle, anywhere.

And when she came…

Jaehyun shuddered. Then froze in horror.

He sat up quickly and looked in his lap to realize he had a full orgasm in his pants without even so touching himself. Humiliated, he peeled his sticky pants off to pull on a new pair before shoving his soiled pajamas into the washer.

Back in their room, Jaehyun sat in bed. Embarrassed and still hard.

He looked at his phone and swallowed harshly.

He pushed his pants towards his knees and unlocked his phone, his lip in between his teeth as he made way through his private photo collection.

Jaehyun let out a loud moan upon wrapping his hand over his length. Photos and videos of his fiancée were plenty, especially if she was so generous to share as many as she could.

He watched as she took his cock on screen, her cheeks flushed and pink lips parted. Her pants and cries were coming through his speakers as she took whatever Jaehyun gave to her.

“Fucking me so good, baby,” she moaned. “So, so, so good, Jaehyun—fuck—“

Jaehyun’s breath shallowed, his hand quickening over his length, “Jihyun…“

“Right there, Jaehyun, please don’t stop, please, please, please—!”

He grunted and fucked into his hand, his heart racing. Surely his own face is red at this point.

“So close, Jihyun,” he breathed, “so /fucking/close.”

“Close to what, baby?”

A cold sweat fell over Jaehyun. If his face wasn’t bright red early it was now, and violently. Shocked and distracted from his orgasm, he made eye contact with his fiancée who was now standing at the door, her eyebrows raised.

No matter how embarrassed…Jaehyun continued to run his hand over his length. He wanted to die, really, to be caught jacking off like a teenager. But the way Jihyun eyed him prompted him to continue, especially since she began to peel her own clothes off.

“Were you thinking about me?” She asked meekly, pushing her shirt off her shoulders as Jaehyun nodded dumbly.

He welcomed her into his arms and immediately went for her neck, drinking up her scent and quickening his fist.

“Want…to be inside…” he mumbled, kissing her shoulder.

Jihyun tilted his head upwards to capture his lips for a kiss, once that he so eagerly return. Jihyun held his face in her hands and locked eyes with him.

“Beg.”

Holy fucking shit, he thought to himself. He almost blew it.

“Please,“ he begged, shoving his head into her shoulder, “/please,/let me fuck you Gigi, please, please let me in your pussy.”

“You want it?” She asked, pulling her underwear to the side.

“Want it so bad,” he groaned, “I want you. I love you, I want you, Jihyun.”

“You have it, I’m yours, Jaehyun,” she all but cooed in his ear.

Gripping her waist, he pressed himself against her waist and shoved himself to the hilt, listening to her whimper before rutting into her. Jihyun threaded her fingers in his hair, rocking her hips against his.

“Missed you so much,” she said into his ear. “I feel like it’s been forever.”

Of course, it was a hyperbolic statement, but there was some truth with it. Both parties were busy with their respective businesses, Jaehyun coming home exhausted and fast asleep before Jihyun came home, while Jihyun left before he woke up. To say it’s been forever was dramatic, true, but to the newly engaged couple, it was arduous.

Jaehyun moved his hands from her hips to wrap his arms around her waist, securing her chest against his own. In his own way, he explained that he missed her just as much, if not more. Snapping his hips upwards, he welcomed her lips onto his, making sure to express his love in the only way he knew how. By giving, by servicing.

“Harder,“ she breathed against his lips. Jaehyun immediately flipped them over so that Jihyun laid on her back, her fiancé ripping her bra off and attaching his lips to a nipple before increasing his force.

“Fuck!” She cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist and her nails scraping down his back. “Right there—right there, Jaehyun, please—“

Jaehyun pulled away from her chest to hover over her, a grin on his face before kissing the tip of her nose, “beg.”

Jihyun gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes, but a harsh thrust to her spot elicited a moan.

“Please don’t stop,” she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out before her fiancé pressed a kiss it it. “Wanna feel good with you, wanna cum over your cock.”

Jaehyun continued his pace again, making sure to snap his hips forcefully, “like that? Do you want it hard, baby?”

Jihyun was all but crying, her moans and curses growing louder. Her hands left his hair and reached for her pillow behind her, fisting the fabric tightly in her hands.

The sounds of their thighs slapping together bounced all throughout the room, and with the way the bed creaked under them, Jaehyun wouldn’t be surprised if he broke something or if something were to break. Jaehyun wouldn’t be lasting long himself either, his grip bruising her thighs.

Suddenly, the grip around his cock increased, creating a tight squeeze that he could barely pull out of as Jihyun cried out her orgasm. She shook under him as her fiancé continued to drill into her, sensitivity running rampant through her body as she tried to push him away just to catch her breath.

To no avail, Jaehyun continued to fuck into her anyway, groaning when he felt something warm splash against his groin and trickle down his thigh, pulling out to watch Jihyun squirt on their sheets and on his twitching cock.

“Fuck, Jihyun,” he gasped, running a hand over his length until cum spewed from the tip.

Judging by the size of the load, he was well pent up, a pool on her stomach that didn’t include the cum he pushed into her wet hole, shuddering as Jihyun squeezed against the tip.

He smiled at Jihyun’s thighs shaking before he snuggled on top of her, ignoring her whines.

“Jaehyun, we’re filthy.”

“I know,” he sighed happily, kissing her chest.

His fiancée scoffed and pushed him off to walk to the shower. Jaehyun frowned and watched as she nearly tripped and fell over, her face alight as her fiancé watched her with a grin.

“Careful.” He warned cheekily.

“Fuck you,” Jihyun huffed.

He sat laid back in bed and heard the shower go off in the background. He really should at least change the sheets, they were wet and full of…fluids. He barely managed to peel himself off before deciding the sheets were a lost cause, throwing them in the washer with his pajamas from early and starting the washer before going back upstairs.

He could make the bed. Or he could set up camp. Literally.

Jaehyun walked over towards the bathroom were Jihyun was now finished with her shower, her towel wrapped under her arms as she dried her hair.

She watched her fiancée circle around her suspiciously, her eyes narrowed until Jaehyun pressed himself against her, reaching to pull her towel off and let it fall against the floor.

His fingers caressed the goosebumps her arms and watched her nipples pebble at the cold before he took her breasts in each hand, his twitching length nestling in between her bum.

“I’m marrying you tomorrow,” he confessed in her shoulder. Jihyun snorted.

“I work a double tomorrow so I don’t know who you’re marrying.” She placed the hairdryer to the side and fell into his hold. Jaehyun nestled his cock in between her thighs and thrusted slowly.

“I just showered and you’re going to fuck me again?”

“I was going to settle for your thighs,” he admitted, pecking her neck. “But I’ll fuck your tight cunt if you want.”

Jihyun slapped him for his crude language but embraced him. “You’re disgusting.”

Jaehyun grinned, “I know. And you’re marrying me.”

“Tomorrow?” Jihyun continued the joke with a laugh, turning around in his hold to wrap her arms around his neck. Jaehyun returned the same goofy grin and picked her up to place her on the sink, kissing her sweetly despite his crass words.

“If you’ll have me,” he returned.

Much to Jaehyun’s dismay, the couple was dressed and settled for a mattress topper on the floor in front of the window. The windows were open, letting in a summer breeze and filling the room with sounds of crickets and leaves brushing against each other. Jihyun turned to kiss her fiancé in bed, pulling him up so that she was sat on his lap. He smiled as Jihyun cradled his head, her thumb on his lips and the other caressing his cheekbone. Jaehyun kissed the pad of her thumb.

Jaehyun’s eyes flitted from her lips to her eyes, leering at her through his eyelashes. “What?”

Jihyun only smiled and shook her head, granting his silent request for a kiss.

“I love you.” She smiled. The smile was pure, innocent, despite their state of undress. “You’re my best friend.”

Jaehyun swallowed harshly, his eyes scanning her face. His heart raced in his chest as Jihyun caressed the new flush on his cheek and nose.

“I really,” Jihyun took a deep breath,” really can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. You…have no idea how much I love you—how much you mean to me.”

Jaehyun smiled finally, securing his Jihyun into his arms as she pressed them down on the floor again. She listened to his heart beat wildly in his chest as she felt his hands on her shoulders, squeezing reassuringly. Jaehyun was always so bad with words, and always tried to replace that with his actions. Jihyun didn’t mind, at least, now she didn’t. It confused her at first, initially, but she knew now that the soft caress and the gentle squeeze was always an I love you more than I’ll ever be able to explain.

“I love you,” he said finally after some time passed. “But you didn’t need to hear it to know.”

Jihyun smiled, knowing that she was referring to her ear placed against his heart. It slow down some, but it was just a tad faster than usual. She laid her chin on his chest, looking up at her fiancé as he brushed hair away from her face.

“Do you want kids?” She asked. With their wedding a few months away, they should’ve had this discussion earlier. She thought she remembered him saying yes once. “Like really? Actually?”

Jaehyun picked up on her uncertainty and raised eyebrow, “Eventually. Why? It doesn’t sound like you’re too keen.”

“I do, I just could remember if you did.” Jihyun reassured, “How many?”

Jaehyun snorted, “isn’t that up to you to decide?”

“I want at least two,” Jihyun explained. “A boy and a girl.”

Jaehyun scrunched his nose and shook his head, “I’ve done my fair share of raising boys. I want two, but I want girls.”

“You don’t think it’d be nice for our daughter to have an older brother to rely on?”

“No,” he mumbled. “That’s why she has me.”

Jihyun hummed in response before perking up, sitting up instantly and holding his hand, “lets have a baby.”

“Now?“ Jaehyun shook his head, “No way. Your dad would fucking murk me.”

“He won’t because we’re getting married in two months.”

“We’ll try then.”

Jihyun whined and pulled on his hand harder, “why not!? No one is going to know. We’ll keep it a secret.”

Jaehyun looked at her in disbelief, “you? Keeping secrets?!”

“Fuck off.”

Jaehyun shook his head once more before snuggling in the blanket, “we have less than eight weeks. Be patient.”

Jihyun pouted and fell on her pillow next, playing with his fingers, “what if we made one earlier?”

“Please don’t jinx it.” Was the last thing her fiancé said before he drifted off to sleep.

#jaehyun #nct scenarios #jaehyun scenario #nct smut #jaehyun smut #jeong jaehyun smut #jeong jaehyun #jeong jaehyun scenario #nct jaehyun #nct imagine #nct scenario #nct fanfic #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 mafia

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ghoststyles · 11 months ago

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Fairway to Heaven - Finale

Is it a Christmas miracle???

WC: 6.5K

Read previous parts here.

“Birdie?”

Briar is sure her heart is about to drop out of her ass. She begins to wiggle her toes to double check the scene unfolding in front of her is actually happening. Clutching her bag, journal, phone and coffee to her chest, she raises her eyes to meet Harry’s as she swallows thickly.

Her fight or flight is kicking in, but before she can flee, Harry is grabbing her wrist with his empty hand. This motion transports her mind to their first run-in at Wynnewood.

“Hi- I, what are you doing here?”

Harry’s brows furrow, bringing his index and middle finger to roll over his lips, slightly rolling his bottom one.

“I could ask the same,” he starts, taking a deep breath before diverting his gaze to the boy sitting to his left. “I-well, this is Oliver.”

The small boy’s ears perk up as he hears his father say his name. He nibbles on his bottom lip, triggering a dimple in his left cheek identical to Harry’s.

“Mate, this is Papa’s friend Briar,” Harry stumbles, the words feeling foreign in his mouth. Girlfriend, lover, light of his fucking life. Just a few of the terms he’d rather use to describe her.

The air is knocked out of her lungs as Harry struggles to introduce them. Of course she’d recognize this child anywhere.

“Papa showed me a picture of your doggy,” Oliver’s eyes light up as he meets her gaze. Briar’s mouth opens slightly before she replies, shocked Harry mentioned her to him at all.

“He’s a silly boy, right? His name is Gus,” Briar smiles down at him.

Oliver smiles and nods, taking another bite of his croissant.

“Sorry he jacked your table. D-do you mind if we join?” Harry’s expression is a mix of terror and hope as he begins to pull out a chair for her.

“Oh, um, I was just leaving actually,” she trails off.

Harry’s eyes briefly dart to the nearly full drink and pastry on a ceramic plate, indicating she wasn’t taking anything to go. He tilts his head at her knowing she’s full of shit.

Harry continues to pull her chair out, silently signaling that she won’t be getting out of this one. So, now she is sat directly between Harry and the boy. She places her palms on her thighs, trying to wipe the sweat that’s formed since this run-in began.

“Are you out here visiting your mom?”

Briar’s eyes dart back-and-forth. Oliver is still sitting next to her and looking at his sticker book, oblivious to the awkward tension between them.

“Yes, we all flew out here last Sunday. We missed our original flight because Cormac forgot his I.D. But it’s been smooth since then,” Briar hears herself start to ramble. “My brothers and Patrick have been golfing every single day, so I’ve been on my own."

Harry tilts his head, “Wow, so did we. I planned a two week trip out here, just the two of us. I wanted to show Oliver where Camille and I spent a lot of time before he was born. We jammed a lot of stuff into the first few days, but I think we’re quickly running out of steam,” Harry chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

His stomach is churning, unable to eat the pastry he got for himself. His eyes wander over to Oliver, who now has strawberry jam on his cheeks. Harry plucks a napkin from his stack and hands it to him, to which he murmurs a quiet merci.

Briar smiles at his little French accent, feeling a little tug at her heart.

Harry lets out a little sigh, unsure how to keep the conversation flowing. He leans a little closer to her, his eyes reflecting those of a wounded animal. His chance is right in front of him, so he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try.

His voice low, he starts, “Bri, what are the chances we can find time to talk while we’re both here?”

She knew it was coming, but the skin on her chest prickles with heat. Her thumb picks at the cuticle of her right ring finger.

“W-who will watch Oliver?” is the only thing she can muster up the courage to reply.

He leans even closer, his elbows resting on his knees as he grabs her hand gently. He smiles when she doesn’t jerk away and meets her eyes. He rubs his thumb gently over her knuckles.

“We have a nice little secluded beach at the place we’re staying. Come by after he goes to sleep?”

Before she chickens out, she nods. Harry unclenches and inhales deeply, heart pounding.

“Thank you. I think for me to be able to move on, I just need to lay everything out.”

Briar’s heart lurches at his phrasing. She tries to remain stone faced, but it’s taking everything in her to not jump into his lap and grovel.

“O-okay. Um, just, text me the address, please,” she fumbles. “I should head back home now anyway.”

She turns to face Oliver and places a light touch on his shoulder, “Bye, Oliver, it was nice to meet you.”

“Au revoir, miss Briar,” he flashes her a Cheshire cat grin she's seen a few times before.

Turning back to Harry, she gathers her things and says goodbye quietly before walking off the patio. Harry stands up as if he were going to chase after her. He bites his lip, holding back a smile before sitting back down at the table with his son. He got her to talk to him.

He got her to talk to him.

Once Beachwood Cafe is out of Briar’s direct sight, she sits down on a curb to regulate her heart beat. What are the fucking chances?

She replays everything in her head from the moment they bumped into one another to her high-tailing it off the patio. Did she sound like an idiot? Or give off a vibe that she’s not interested?

He’s even more gorgeous than she remembered him to be. His skin was lightly sun kissed and his normally sunken and dark bags under his eyes look light and glowy. When Briar’s eyes weren’t cast down at her lap, she focused on his pillowy bottom lip that slightly bounced as he drew out his words. His words — the slow drawl and meticulous enunciation of each word. Her name rolling off his tongue sounded like the bells at heaven’s gates.

In this moment, her heart feels sunken below her gut. She’s sat criss-cross on the curb just around the corner from the cafe as Montecito moms whip past her with their $1,000 strollers and $24 smoothies. Willing herself to keep moving, she haphazardly rises from the curb, grabbing her drink and her belongings to make her way back to the house.

The walk isn’t long, but it is uphill. The sun is already glaring in her face, making her irritable beyond repair. They only have 2 more days before they go back to the east coast, so she knows she has to shove her true feelings for her mother down deep.

She enters the house through the side door that overlooks the small beach area below. The house is open and airy, so her mother knew she was there immediately.

“Hi, baby! How was your breakfast? Was that the last cafe on the list?”

Briar inhales deeply to deflect her mom’s ambush of a million questions.

“It was good, and yeah, the last one,” she trails off. “I, uh, actually ran into Harry.”

Catherine looks up from the sink where she’s rinsing off dishes from breakfast. She gently wipes her hand off with a towel before shooting Briar a gentle look of confusion.

“Oh? Why…why is he here? Did he follow you out here or something?” Her pitch increased at the end, now realizing her daughter may be in trouble.

“No! No, nothing like that. He and his ex lived here for years, actually. When you were moving here he told me about it. He brought Oliver on a trip. Just the weirdest coincidence,” Briar rambles out as she sits at a stool at the kitchen counter.

“How did he seem? Heartbroken?”

Briar chuckles, “quite the opposite, actually. If anything, I’m the one that’s a mess. I just ruined everything. He asked to see me tonight, and it sounds like he’s ready to get closure and move on. I figure it’s the least I can do.”

Her mother leans her elbows on the counter, looking her dead in the eyes. “Briar Elizabeth,” she starts, as a snarl breaks out across her face. “You say what you feel. Don’t ever just go along with what a man says, because it’s only you that will get hurt in the end. If you think you ruined things, then you have the power to fix it.”

Briar is stunned. She’s never heard her mother speak this way. On the other hand, she’s never had to go to her for relationship advice.

“I - thanks, Mom. It means a lot to me that you care.”

Catherine’s face tweaked at Briar’s response, a few tears prickling in her eyes. “I know I was a shitty Mom. I kick myself every day for it. Watching the young girls around here idolize their moms - it kills me. But, I had to get right for myself to be good to you,” she chokes out. “And I want to be good to you.”

Briar nods, her heart beating out of her chest. She slowly rises to her feet to meet her mom on the other side of the kitchen island. She crashes her face into her mom’s neck like she’s wanted to do so many times throughout her childhood.

“Thank you, Mom,” Briar sobs.

Catherine rubs her back gently as tears fall on her own cheeks. Their moment is broken up as Briar’s brothers stumble through the door after a morning at the driving range.

Welles is the only brother that notices their embrace, and he gently smiles at Briar before wiping a tear from her cheek. Catherine extends her arms to welcome him into their hug.

Briar’s heart feels a fraction of the way healed. The last step is to win back the man who she’s irrevocably and hopelessly in love with.

“What was your favorite part of the aquarium today, mate?” Harry makes eye contact with his mini-me in the rear view mirror as they head back to their bungalow. Harry’s stomach twists in anticipation of seeing Briar tonight. If she shows up.

“The otters!” Oliver squeals, sending him into a frenzy of blabber that Harry can’t even begin to decipher. “I like that they hold their babies on their bellies while they sleep!”

“I liked them, too. What were their names? Do you remember?”

“Ummmm, the mama was Georgia and the baby was Beans.”

Harry smiles to himself before getting down to business. “Shower and jammies right when we get in, okay? Then you can read to me before bed.”

Oliver nods before laying his head on his new stuffed narwhal. Harry pulls into the bungalow’s shallow driveway before cutting the engine of the classic car. Oliver unbuckles and nearly jumps over the door of the convertible when Harry opens his door. He smiles to himself, eternally grateful he planned this trip. He finally feels like his pieces are falling into place, especially after feeling shattered for so long.

Oliver skips back to his room to start the shower. Harry stretches his achy back and sits gently on the sofa. He pulls his phone out to send one more “.” text to Briar. The message is blue, so he braves another text.

🦊: Hi. If you’re still willing to meet, the address is 721 Plaza Pacifica in Montecito. I can also pick you up. Just let me know what you prefer.

Harry lightly smacks his head against the cushion behind him. There’s no possible way to make this message less awkward. He thinks he’s been more flirty and forward in an email to Niall.

It’s no less than 30 seconds before he receives a response. His heart soars at the 🐥emoji on his screen.

🐥: Thank you. I can come over around 8? Does that give you enough time to put Oliver to sleep?

🦊: That’s perfect. See you soon.

He locks his phone and tosses it aside. His heart squeezes at her thoughtfulness and consideration for his son. It kills him that she ever thought she’d be a burden in their lives.

He hears the water turn off in the bathroom, signaling the little guy is out of the shower. He’s thankful Oliver isn’t a trouble maker and can be trusted to do things independently. He still heads back into his room to help with pajamas, teeth brushing and a book.

Oliver is 7 now, so he reads his books to Harry. It’s amazing how quickly he’s mimicked Harry’s accent and barely sounds French. He’s curious how this will change as he gets older.

They wrap up when Oliver starts to yawn. Harry kisses his hair and makes sure he’s snug in his blankets. Some anxiety washes over Harry knowing he’s about to head out to the beach while Oliver is sleeping, but he tries to push it to the back of his mind.

It’s 7:45 when bed time is all said and done, so Harry freshens up with a comb to his hair and dab of cologne on his neck. He has no intentions of doing anything but grovel for Briar’s love back, but he won’t turn her down if there’s a moment.

Harry sits idly on the sofa as he waits for her. His leg bounces annoyingly and the skin around his nails have been bitten raw. Headlights flash in the windows, indicating she’s here. Harry exhales before approaching the front door. Indecisive whether or not to open it prior to her knocking, he stands flush with the wall away from the window like a creeper.

Briar is standing in front of the bungalow with a nervous look on her face. She debated turning around and heading home, but her mother’s words ring in the back of her mind. Exhaling, she approaches the cream door and gently knocks on the small glass window portion.

Harry’s heart lurches in his chest at the sound of her taps on the door. He sucks in a breath and counts to five before gently opening the door. It’s a brief second before Briar gains the courage to meet his eyes. The corner of Harry’s mouth curls up ever so slightly into a presumably creepy smile as he wills himself not to drop to his knees and beg for her back. If he needs to, he's prepared to follow her wishes and let her go without a fuss, no matter how much it breaks his heart.

“Hi. Thanks for coming. Come on in,” Harry steps aside to welcome her in, taking notice of her outfit. White linen pants hug her legs nicely, while a chunky knitted cardigan covers the rest of her. Her hair is longer; nearly touching her backside.

Briar shuffles into the bungalow before gently setting her bag on the arm of the sofa. She stands awkwardly as she picks at her nails and taking in his look. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him at the coffee shop earlier.

His outfit matches hers; a chunky cardigan over a white tank top and light-wash ripped jeans. His feet are bare, but she’s sure he’ll slip on his signature vans that are so beat up they deserve to be put to rest.

“I- um. Is Oliver in bed already?” she flounders over her question, unsure why she’s even asking that.

Harry smiles at the mention of him, “Yeah. Long day at the aquarium. He didn’t even fight me to stay up later.”

Briar smiles before her eyes shift nervously around the room. “Should we go out to the beach? Like you said earlier?”

“Yeah, it’s really nice down there. I’ll grab us a blanket,” Harry says, grateful he has a chance to leave the room to collect himself.

He disappears down the dark hallway, leaving Briar to place her palms over her eyes to keep from crying. She takes two self-regulating breaths, figuring she only has a minute before he returns.

Little does she know, Harry is leaning against the door frame in his bedroom to try and feel grounded. He looks down at his trembling hands before grabbing the throw blanket off the chair in the corner. Instead of returning to the living room, he pokes his head into Oliver’s room to make sure he’s settled before they go outside.

Briar jumps when Harry returns, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Uhm, follow me,” Harry nods his head to the back door leading to the deck.

The view from the bungalow is similar to her mother’s, unobstructed of the ocean, and just slightly angled towards Los Angeles. The skyline is visible on a clear day, though those have been few and far between.

Harry pads down the wooden steps to the secluded beach, making sure to clear any brush that may get in her way. He looks back periodically to make sure she didn’t make a run for it. Each time, she met his eyes and smiled gently.

They make it to the beach, so Briar admires the color of the water while Harry lays out the blanket. Harry sits down, unsure whether it’s still his place to beckon her over to him. He decides to leave her be and let her move at her own pace. Hunching over, he wraps his arms around his knees.

Unable to prolong this talk any further, Briar retreats to the beach from the shoreline to join Harry on the blanket. He scoots closer to the edge to allow her to have some space.

Briar quietly clears her throat and looks at Harry expectantly. They’re dancing around the conversation they desperately need to have.

“How have you been?” Harry starts. He has to keep from pulling a face, unsure why he chose to start off that way.

Briar nods, “I’m good, yeah. Busy with school and the club. You went back to England, I heard?”

Harry reciprocates her nod and mumbles the mentions of his family and relaxation.

“Listen, I-I don’t know where to begin, so I think I’m just going to start talking,” Briar blurts out. “I have a lot of regrets about what happened.”

This statement piques Harry’s interest. He leans closer to her, making direct eye contact. For a second, his stomach swirls with butterflies.

“I was being a little irrational. But at the same time, I felt like a big decision needed to be made and felt like I didn’t get any preparation or reassurance,” Briar nearly whispers, her sad eyes looking back at him. “I know you said things and told me not to worry, but it didn’t feel like it was enough. So it felt easier to remove myself from it.”

He can feel his heart breaking all over again. He knows in the months between receiving the package from Camille then spontaneously going on the trip to France he neglected to communicate his thoughts. Briar deserved a game plan, and Harry spent all of his time in his head. He nods at her admission, before replying softly.

“You’re right. I wasted a lot of time in my feelings and tried to process everything on my own, when I should’ve done it with you. You’re my world, Birdie. There was never a moment I pictured this new normal without you in it.”

Briar’s heart sings at his use of present tense. You’re my world. She bites her lip as a tear wells up in her eyes.

“When I got to your house that day, t-to get my stuff, I already felt so awful. And to find out you changed the locks was just so disgusting,” she sniffles. Harry cringes, knowing it was manipulative and wrong. “It felt like you were trying to hold me hostage.”

“I know, I know, Birdie,” He says with a bit of exasperation. “You have to understand I was an entire ocean away, and I was losing the most important person to me. It was an act of desperation. I’m not trying to justify my actions, because I know more than anyone that it was a dick move. I’m so sorry for that.”

Briar nods, appreciative of his apology. Stray tears are still falling down her cheeks, so Harry gently reaches up to wipe them away. She closes her eyes when his palm rests gently on her cheek.

“My time home allowed me to do a lot of reflecting. Every day that I couldn’t talk to you, my love for you got stronger and stronger. So, I’m just going to fucking say that I miss you, and I need you in my life. A-and I know you have hesitations about Oliver and now Camille, but I promise if you just trust me, we’ll figure it out. I just need you to trust me.”

His hand is still on her cheek, preventing her from looking away. Without a moment of hesitation, she closes the gap to link their lips together. She rises to her knees to meet his height as the intensity of the kiss builds. Neither of them expected this. Briar was prepared to have her heart broken, and Harry was prepared to watch her go.

Briar pulls back, tears still falling. She stares into his eyes directly, scanning his face for any moments of regret. Then, Briar starts to laugh.

Harry’s brows furrow, unsure where this is coming from. At this point, the sun is completely gone, and they’re only surrounded by the sound of the crashing waves. Harry’s look of perplex is making her laugh even harder.

Through her fits of giggles, she finally says, “You said you were ready to move on this morning at the coffee shop! I was prepared to have my heart broken.”

Harry hangs his head, unable to even process this. “I was prepared to let you go for good! It wasn’t fair to hold on if there’s nothing there.”

“I wanted to fucking call you the very next day. But you know me,” she laughs again, wiping her eyes.

“Stubborn little bugger,” Harry says as he connects their mouths again. He pushes her down so she’s resting on her elbows, still on the blanket. He slots his legs to fit perfectly.

Harry’s hands wander all along her body the way they were always meant to. His broad, calloused hand slides to grip her side, before inching closer to her cunt. His other hand plays with the string of her pants, loosening them for access.

Briar knows better than to have public sex, let alone on a beach, but she can’t bring herself to care. Harry toys with her underwear, rubbing delicately over her mound. Unsurprisingly, she’s wet. It’s a reflex at this point. He circles her clit a few times, eliciting a gasp followed by a pathetic whimper from her pretty, glossed lips.

He slides one finger inside, closing his eyes as he does so. He nudges her spot, sending a shiver directly down her spine. Moving his kisses from her mouth to her neck, he sucks gently on the column of her throat. This distracts her, so he inserts one more finger. He pets gently until he feels her squeeze him and writhe around.

“Get there, Birdie. Missed you so much. You’re my soulmate. Can you come for me, baby?”

A prickle of heat builds on her chest as she cries out and slams her face into his neck. She tries to relax, but her mind flashes to the reality in front of her. She isn’t single. Her ragged, shallow breaths are masked by the waves. Harry’s hand leads her to lay back down on the blanket gently. He’s not looking for anything in return. He missed their connection more than anything.

He maneuvers to leave his body on top of hers, but not crushing her. Looking down at her, a shy smile adorning her features, he places a gentle kiss on her lips one last time before rolling over to stare up at the sky.

He intertwines their pinkies as they lay there, a comfortable silence washing over them. Guilt washes over Briar, thinking about Spencer. She’s never been one to think cheating is okay, no matter how south the relationship was moving.

Eventually, they stand up to walk back in the house. Being outside away from Oliver gave him anxiety. Briar understands, so she walks with him hand in hand.

Before they reach the steps, Briar stops abruptly.

“This is the worst time to bring this up. But, I started seeing someone while we were apart. I’m still technically seeing him,” Briar says, staring directly at the ground.

“The barista,” Harry replies simply.

Briar’s head shoots up in confusion, “How did you know that?”

Harry leans on the railing, looking up at the sky again. “Went into that coffee shop the morning I came back to the states. I sat in a booth to wait for my food, and you came in. Looked like you went on a run. You were wearing that purple pull over I love,” he laughs to himself. “Y’looked gorgeous, and all I could do was sit there and watch.”

Briar is speechless. She knows exactly the day he’s talking about. She felt off all night, so she decided to go for an early morning run. She went into the shop to see Spencer halfway through. Her anxiety spiked after leaving the store, but she had no idea why.

“I can’t in my good conscience do anything else with you until I end it. Will you wait for me? It’s just for a few more days,” Briar rambles. Despite them mending their feelings, she still can’t help but feel like it’s a dream.

The same level of uneasiness washes over him, before he locks her pinkie again, “here for it all.”

In the short drive back to her mom’s house, Briar sheds all the tears she’s held in for over 12 weeks. She cries tears of joy, fear and anguish. Sirens ignite in her head: cheater, cheater, cheater. A surge of guilt swirls in her stomach, unable to even comprehend her actions.

Even though she knows Harry is the love of her life, Spencer doesn’t deserve to be treated this way. She pulls into the driveway and pulls out her phone to find a message from Harry.

🦊: Here for it all. I am going to refrain from saying I love you since we’re going to take it slow. So, I like you.

The grin overtakes her entire face, and her heart swells. The reassurance and support she was missing all those weeks ago. She gently replies, a simple end to their conversation. She wants to be strategic about this. Minimal contact with him until she ends things with Spencer.

🐥: Like you, too ❤️

She notices no text from Spencer. They haven’t been communicating while she’s been gone, but she still feels like a text every once in a while would be appreciated. Pulling up their previous text thread, she notices her lack of enthusiasm in their messages. She can tell Spencer tries to keep her engaged, but she replies nonchalantly, if at all.

Locking the phone, she slides it in her pocket before walking back into the house. It’s mostly quiet, apart from a quiet glow of the TV in the living room. There, Briar spots her uncle watching Seinfeld reruns.

“Hey, Bear,” Patrick’s grovelly voice speaks up. “Where are you coming from?”

Briar sighs gently, placing her bag on the counter. Patrick pats the spot beside him to beckon her over. She sits, pulling her knees in and laying her head on his shoulder.

“I saw Harry,” she says quietly.

She can feel him tense, and he speaks up after a beat. “Oh? Why… why is he here?”

Briar laughs lightly, as that’s the same response she got from her mother.

“He used to live here, actually. He planned a trip out here with his son. We ran into each other at the cafe up the street. So, he asked me over to see if we could talk, so, I went.”

Patrick nods. “You know I don’t like to pry, so I didn’t. But I didn’t understand why it ended so suddenly.”

His tone is inquisitive, but it makes Briar roll her eyes. He and Harry became buddies, so she’s not surprised Patrick is only looking at it from that perspective.

“I freaked out when I felt like I wasn’t part of the equation. The time away was good and allowed me to think about how I really feel about the whole thing.”

He nods absently, turning the volume down on the TV. “So, what’s the verdict, then?”

“We’re…a thing. I just have something to take care of before we’re back together.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “Whatever, just let me know when I can call him to go golfing again.”

Briar punches his shoulder, laughing a little. They sit in silence, enjoying one another’s company. With flutter of the butterflies in her stomach, Briar mentally prepares for her flight back to the east coast.

It’s been two days, and Harry hasn’t heard a word from Briar. He’s checked in over text, refraining from sending his classic “.” message, and opting to ask how her day is going.

He’s not nervous. But the constricting feeling in his throat for the last 48 hours isn’t doing him any good. At this point in their trip, Harry has lost all control of his boy, who’s currently throwing a bouncy ball against the wall as he watches on.

“You excited to see mum and your sister? And Theo?” Harry adds his former friend’s name at the last minute.

“Yeah,” Oliver sighs, sitting down on the sofa, out of breath from jumping around. “I’ll miss you, though, Papa.”

Harry’s heart warms at that, so he leans in to place a kiss on the brown curls, just a shade lighter than his own.

“I’ll miss you, too, mate. But mum and I will have a plan for when we’ll have a visit, yeah? Maybe spend some time with me on school holiday in America. And I’ll pop over to France when I can. Still want to introduce you to your auntie, grannie and cousin in Manchester.”

Oliver’s face beams at that. “When can I meet Gus?”

Harry pauses, caught off-guard by his son’s elephant-like memory.

“Well, I’ll make sure a visit with Gus is included in our plan. I think the two of you would be best mates.”

“I think so, too.”

“Alright, shower and then bed. We’ve got a flight tomorrow.”

The Barlowes are not early risers by nature. It’s a miracle they are in this line at security with time to spare before their 6 AM flight.

Her goodbyes with her mom went smoothly; leaving with not nearly the amount of animosity she’d come to California with. Her brothers all seem happy and healed; but ready to return to their normal lives.

Briar sees the few unread messages from Harry and even Spencer, causing nervous stirring in her gut. It’s not that she’s ignoring Harry. Or Spencer. She just feels like a piece of shit.

While Briar had a robust roster in high school and college, she never saw two men at once. Her head and her heart are tied to Harry; but her conscience lies with Spencer. She puts on her headphones and tries to ignore the chaos her brothers are causing at the gate. For a moment, she closes her eyes, until she feels Cormac pile on top of her.

“Ugh! Stop!” Briar screeches, shoving him off. He rolls off the stiff leather sofa and onto the floor. “For god’s sake, you’re 18, Cormac!”

“Jeez! Lighten up!”

Briar scowls, pulling her hood over her head. Patrick smacks Cormac’s head, giving him a look.

Before they know it, their flight is boarding. Before stepping onboard, Briar looks around to try and spot two familiar heads full of curly hair. They’re one of the last to board, so she frowns to herself and continues to her seat.

Harry and Oliver caught a later flight, narrowly missing Briar and her brothers. Not on purpose, but Harry is grateful for it. They’re back together, right? Why is he freaking out?

Oliver is exhausted from the trip, the two of them doing enough activities to last a lifetime. Harry is scrolling his photos, placing his favorites in a shared album for Camille to see. The family will spend a few days in New York before returning to France; enough time for Oliver to adjust to the time difference.

He’s made sure to download plenty of shows and movies for Oliver; taking the time to show him Harry’s guilty pleasure movie, Happy Gilmore. They laugh, eat snacks and reminisce on the trip.

The plane descends into JFK, causing Oliver to grip his dad’s hand tightly. Harry’s heart swells, gently tapping on his little hand with his thumb. He can’t help but be grateful for Briar in her quest to make sure Harry is an active part of Oliver’s life.

They collect their bags and set off to find Theo, Camille and Amelie. Oliver drops everything in his hands, scampering off to greet his mother. Theo shakes Harry’s hand and pats Oliver in a light hug. Camille pulls Harry into a tight hug, thanking him for taking Oliver on this trip.

“I’m really glad you did this, H. I think it’s good for the both of you.”

Harry nods, a tight-lipped smile donning his face.

“I’ll be in touch to make plans for school vacation. Did you drive or are you getting picked up?”

“Driving. You guys go ahead.”

“Bye, Papa! I love you,” Oliver says quietly as he hugs Harry’s waist, trying to mask the sadness in his voice.

“I love you too, mate. So much. I’m so glad you came on this trip with me.”

They hug for a few more moments, before Theo lightly whistles, indicating the car is here.

Harry waves sadly, watching them go. He sits on a bench as gathers himself. He pulls out his phone, with no word from Briar. His heart pings with sadness and a little anxiety, but he knows she has to take care of the barista before they are ‘back together’. It sucks, but he understands.

Pulling his checked bag, he heads for the parking area. It’s busy with families traveling and waiting for their Ubers and rental cars. Placing his bags in the back, he spots Oliver’s booster in the back, making him jut out his bottom lip.

In pure silence, Harry heads back home.

Briar bursts into the coffee shop, not caring who she bumps into this early in the morning. Spencer pokes his head out from the back, his smile lighting up when they make eye contact.

“Bri! You’re home!”

She smiles shyly, and a bit solemnly.

“Hey, yeah. Can we talk?”

Spencer wipes his hands on a towel and nods, brow furrowing slightly. He nods in the direction of an empty booth, to which they slide in simultaneously.

Spencer crosses his hands over one another on the table, looking at her expectantly.

“Um, so, when I was on my trip, I did some thinking and some soul-searching. So, I’m thinking we should stop seeing each other.”

He flinches slightly, opening his mouth and then suddenly closing it. Spencer gnaws on his lip for a second before sighing lightly.

“I mean, I don’t feel like your head has been in it the entire time, so I don’t think I’m surprised,” Spencer shrugs.

Briar’s stomach drops at that. She knows she hasn’t been herself. He’s a rebound at best.

“I recognize that, and I’m so sorry. I’ve just had a lot happen over the last few months. I hope we can still be friendly. We have another year left at school, anyway.”

Spencer nods, looking out the window for a second, “Is it anything I did?”

“No, no. I promise. I’m just a little hung up on my last relationship. It was pretty serious and ended abruptly. I hope you can understand that."

“Of course. I hope you find what you’re looking for, Briar.”

Her heart swells, appreciating his genuine response to her confession. She pats his hand on the table and slides out of the booth without even looking back.

She needs to get home to Harry.

Still riding in silence, Harry approaches his familiar street. He’s miserable going back to a quiet house. He debates stopping over at Niall’s to listen to him talk for hours just to feel something.

He sees his nosy neighbor, Maureen, watering her plants in the front yard, a little close to his fence. He know’s she’ll be willing to spill all of the suburban gossip he’s missed.

Gently bringing his Range Rover to a stop in front of the garage door, his heart stops when he realizes who Maureen is speaking to over the fence.

Briar Barlowe quickly rises from her position on his front step, a nervous yet hopeful look on her face. The fingers of her right hand slightly pick at the cuticles of her left, hands interlocked in front of her.

Frozen, Harry hesitates before finally opening the car door and running to his girl. He leaves the car running and door wide open without a care in the world.

“Harry, I almost called the cops. She’s been here over an hour waiting for you,” Maureen snipes, giving Briar a look.

“Shut up, Maureen! Jesus!” Harry snaps, not even looking over at the nasty woman.

Briar laughs, not even believing that this is how they reunite — for good. Their lips crash and embrace lovingly, not even taking a second to breathe. The force of both their bodies send them into Harry’s flower beds.

The fall doesn’t stop them from kissing and staring longingly. Maureen’s hose sprays them lightly, before she gives up completely and goes inside. They laugh through the series of kisses and gropes, some tears starting to run down their cheeks.

They pull away, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Hi,” Briar whispers.

“Hi,” he replies. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Here for it all, right?”

“I fucking love you,” Harry says, deeply kissing her again.

“I fucking love you too, Harry.”

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Star-crossed lovers, two hearts becoming one, invisible strings, love at first sight - soul mates. You’ve never bought into any of it. Love - real love is hard work and if you were lucky enough to find someone who’s willing to put in that work, it doesn’t mean you or your love are immune to life’s misfortunes.

The movies, the songs, the world, it has made you a little pessimistic. Who are they to tell you to believe in any of that unreliable and unmeasurable crap? Love will not be the thing that defines you when it only leads to heartbreak. Let the suckers fall for that. Opening your heart only makes it a target, a bullseye for shooting practice.

Don’t get it twisted though, you aren’t a total cynic. Love can be beautiful. It’s a powerful emotion and heavy word not to be thrown around casually. Sunsets, a song, your friends - your family, that kind of love is easier than breathing. That kind of love brings you immeasurable joy.

Being in love? Pigs would have to fly before you’d let yourself feel that.

And while you didn’t believe in all the mushy soulmate stuff, you aren’t totally against thoughts of fate, destiny, divine intervention, or some higher power out there. In fact, you are fairly certain somewhere in the universe a plan fell into action on the day you met Robin Buckley. It could have been a scene from a movie - a best friend meet-cute. All that was missing was a poppy soundtrack playing in the background.

It was your first week in the city and you already hated every second of your new job. Errands, scheduling, and those goddamn coffee orders that didn’t seem to end for your new boss. Your phone shrieked as you tried to balance a tray of said coffee with the dry cleaning, manuscripts, and a fucking pool noodle - you were living the plot of The Devil Wears Prada.

After putting out the fire on the other end of the line, you luckily noticed the wrong order written on one of the coffee lids. Rushing back into the Starbucks, you were ready to take out your bad day on the poor, unsuspecting barista, when a honey haired girl carrying a tray reached the counter at the same time as you.

She was breathless, blue eyes sparkling as she pointed to the trays in both of your hands, “That could have been really bad for me. Joe would kick my sad little butt out with the pathetic box of my desk belongings if I got the coffee wrong again.”

Crisis averted all around, you sighed with relief and you were pretty sure the barista did too. It turned out you and Robin were heading in the same direction, office buildings across the street from one another but never seeing the other till now. You exchanged job horror stories, numbers, and kicked your heels off at a bar over beers that same night. You have to give the universe kudos, it got it right the day it gave you Robin.

“I’m telling you, best sex I’ve ever had,” flopping onto your bed, body prickling with heat at the thought of the previous night’s events as the bed springs bounce beneath you.

Robin trips over a heel as she emerges from your closet. Rolling to the side, you scrunch your nose at the frilly baby blue top she's holding up. She sees your look and sighs, throwing it in the no pile.

Swapping places, you rummage in your closet for the top you knew would be perfect as she bites at the skin on her thumb before responding in an overtly girly and mocking voice, “Tell me more, tell me more, like did he have a car?”

The buzzing from your phone interrupts your laughter and you try to keep your attention on her instead of the lit up screen, “Just because you don’t like penis’ doesn’t mean you need to poke fun,” you clear your throat and glance at the phone again, “Could you check that? It might be him.”

Robin sighs like you told her to walk ten miles and picks up the buzzing phone, a smirk on her lips before she glances up at you, “Rocketman? Really?”

Giggling as you press your palm to your heated cheek and pretend to faint against the doorframe, “Robin, I swear to you, I went to the fucking moon when I came.”

She rolls her eyes and you pull your lip between your teeth. This one night stand has you completely flustered, you don’t want to gross her out with all the details but you can’t help wanting to share.

Not meeting her eye, you let your fingers trail over the necklaces on your vanity, and shake your head when she tries to hold the phone out, turning your back to her, “I can’t look at it. Read it for me?”

Robin scoffs, “What do you mean you can’t look at it? Yes you can,” turning back towards her, she catches the shirt you toss.

“I can’t Robin,” you blow out your breath, “What if he’s texting me to tell me he has an STD? What if he’s going to tell me he’s married? Oh my god,” squeezing your eyes shut, “What if he wants to date me?”

Peeking your eyes open when she doesn’t answer, you find her staring at you cooly, her head tilted to the side. She clicks her tongue, “There are so many things wrong with the order of those questions, you know that right? You have serious commitment issues dude,” she shakes her head at you, “What is it with you and love?”

Waving your hands in front of you like you can make that question disappear, you sigh, “A story for another time. Please? Will you look?” you stick your lips out in a pout and bat big puppy dog eyes at her, “Rip the band-aid off for me?”

This is the worst part of dating. The texting, the calling - hooking up again after the first time. It’s the line between it all going horribly wrong or wonderfully right. A balance beam that boys are usually too careless to realize they’re on.

This is the pivotal moment. The text a guy sends that lets you know he isn't just going to call at 2am on a lonely Friday night, he’s going to take you out on a proper date during the week. The message that tells you that all the bullshit most spew about dreams and futures and wanting to settle down if they met the right girl is actually true. And they hope the right girl is you.

The problem is that you are one of those girls who hopes for the exact opposite of those types of messages. You want no commitments, and no strings - just a good and quality hook up. However, that seems to leave you with the nasty guys - the assholes. The ones that have a long list of girls on their phones, scrolling through them at 2am and sending a “You up?” text and then on to the next one. And while you wanted sex, you want something a little better than a booty call from time to time.

There are the rare ones of course. The ones full of charisma and charm, that make you practically rip off your pants but are more than happy to not let emotions get in the way of sex. Your hopes weren’t just high that Rocketman was one of these types of guys, they are through the stratosphere. This man can take you to another planet and show you the stars during sex but your fingers and toes are crossed hoping he won’t hide you in a crater until he needs you at 3am or is expecting you to plant a flag and claim him as yours after only one night.

Please let Rocketman be the happy medium you desperately need, you pray to whoever is out there. Not ready for disappointment, you conclude that you might as well have Robin be the one to tell you the good or bad news - don’t shoot the messenger and all that.

Robin sighs dramatically at your pleading face. Holding your breath, you clutch the gold necklace in your sweaty fingers. The click of the phone unlocking and Robin’s fingers pressing in your password sounds like explosions in your ears. She begins to read the message out loud:

Your eyes widen as pink blossoms on her cheeks. She clears her throat, “Um…” she holds it out to you, squeezing her eyes closed, “I’m very gay, but uh…”

Grabbing the phone, you bite the inside of your lip at the image that pops up under the text.

Toned muscles beneath tan, sun kissed skin, a few freckles that make your toes curl thinking about how you touched them with your own lips less than 24 hours ago. A small line of dark hair pulls your eyes from his chest to the gray band of his sweats that does nothing to conceal the very obvious erection beneath.

You try to keep your face neutral, but Robin groans and throws a pillow at you as she pretends to gag, “Oh my god! You’re disgusting! That shit works on you?!”

Being so turned on by a photo and text like that should make you feel bad - it was wrong. But your thighs press together as your underwear becomes wet, your skin flushing hot just thinking about it again. If being turned on by that is wrong, you don’t want to be right.

Glancing at it once more, you pull your lip in and nod, “Yeah. Yeah, that shit works on me.”

She scrunches up her face, groaning like you just ate a worm in front of her and you point at her, ready to call her out on her own blush as you try not to yell, “Hey! You even-”

She covers her ears and closes her eyes, “Nope. Nope. I didn’t. I was admiring his…boldness.”

"Boldness? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" you laugh.

Clicking the phone off, you toss it to the bed, deciding to let him sweat it out for a while until you’re ready to test what kind of guy he is. Robin grimaces at the phone and pushes it away from her with a socked foot until it’s teetering on the edge of your bed.

Your eyes roll at her dramatics, “Seriously Robin, it was a clothed penis. You’re-”

She gasps and holds her throat like she tastes something absolutely disgusting, “Please, for the love of god, do not tell me the dick pics without sweats work on you.”

You shrug, “I mean, I’ve never received one that’s made me leap for joy if that’s what you’re trying to get at,” you hold out the necklace and a pair of boots to her, “But, enough about my sex life. Time to get you laid too, babe.”

She rolls onto her stomach, pressing her face into the mattress. Tossing the accessories next to the shirt, you give her butt two little pats and she huffs into the bed as you ask, “What time are you meeting again?”

“Seven,” she mumbles into your pillow and repeatedly hits her head against the mattress. You’ve only known each other for two weeks and from what you’ve gathered, Robin is not doing well in the lady department, striking out on terrible date after terrible date.

“Come on, I thought you were excited? You said someone from school you haven’t seen in years right?” you poke her side and she squirms away from you. Your fingers softly brush back the hair covering the side of her face, “So there's no pressure. You already know her. You’re gonna go and have fun and we’re gonna go get mimosas for brunch tomorrow and you’ll tell me all about it,” you wiggle your eyebrows up and down.

She sits up and presses her palms to her heated cheeks, closing her eyes as she breathes deeply, “Right. Right. And Dingus is taking me out to dinner, getting the nerves out. Plus he dated her, so like a mega wingman. I can do this.”

Grabbing her hand, you pull her up as you agree, “You can do this.”

With wide eyes, she clutches your arms tighter and shakes her head, “I can’t. I can’t do this.”

“One step at a time,” you push her towards the bathroom, “Change your outfit. You can do that right?”

Chewing her bottom lip and narrowing her owlish eyes, she points at you, “I know what you’re doing.”

“Is it working?” you raise your eyebrows with a smug smile on your face.

She rolls her eyes and your laughter is cut off by the bathroom door closing in your face.

An hour later you’re shuffling her out your door, “Call me if you need an extraction. Or someone to talk you down.”

Robin doesn’t seem to be hearing you anymore, tugging on her fingers, spinning one of her rings.

“Just dinner right now,” you grab her hands to stop her ceaseless fidgeting, “One step at a time.”

She nods and starts down the hall, calling over her shoulder, “Benny’s? 10?”

“I expect a full report!” you reply with a sing song lilt to your voice.

She turns to face you, taking her last several steps backwards, arms crossing over her chest with pointer and middle finger crossed on each hand and you mirror the gesture - your new good luck wish to each other after a drunk ‘The Parent Trap’ re-watch a few nights ago. She nods once before blowing you a kiss that you cheekily catch as she spins and heads into the stairwell.

With the door shut tightly behind you, your lips twist into a smirk as you remember the phone sitting on the counter. Maybe Robin won’t be the only one getting lucky tonight.

After changing into comfier sweats, pouring yourself a glass of wine and putting on the latest action comedy Netflix is recommending, you pick up your phone again, hopeful and ready to find out what kind of modern man Rocketman was.

Glancing at the picture he had sent you again, taking in a little bit more of the details you had only skimmed earlier, you bite your lip as you respond.

Laughing at your cleverness, you click your phone locked and try to focus on the plot playing out in front of you while sipping your wine aimlessly, pretending not to be counting every second until your phone buzzes with his reply. This is the part that’s nerve wracking and risky in any relationship, but it’s still fun. For you, it’s the excitement of finding out if this would become the no strings attached, no broken hearts, and just a lot of (if you were lucky) really great sex. If you were really lucky, the guy on the other end could also carry a conversation and is decent to be around too. Your suspicions that Rocketman is both types of men confirmed as he responds quicker than you expect for a Saturday night.

Halfway through your glass of wine, you walk into your kitchen to top it off as you read his quick reply again.

A grin tugs at your lips as you sink back into your couch, knowing he was clearly fishing for a compliment on the actual focus of his earlier pic.

The dots appear and disappear and you start to sweat a little bit at the thought of your witty back and forth suddenly ending. When the dots appear again, you hold your breath till the phone buzzes.

Honey.

Snuggling further into the couch, your breath catches in your chest as you let yourself daydream a little of what could be with a boy who called you honey. It was just that though, a fantasy, and you know that in the long run it will end in heartbreak for either or both of you. Debating your reply back, you sip your wine, staring at the messages on the screen. Continue the dive into your sarcastic banter or take it a little more seriously? You don’t want to give him the wrong idea…

The wine catches in your throat and you cough, grinning at his continuation of the joke knowing exactly how to top it.

As the phone buzzes before you can even reply, you stare at it feeling a little like the lovestruck idiots you swear you’ll never be.

Another buzz.

The next morning you awake slowly, stretching in your bed as the sun starts to float through the curtains, casting a golden glow over everything.

Robin never called you for an extraction, which hopefully means it went well last night. Starting to search through your closet, you look at the gray sweats on the end of your bed, hopeful to continue your conversation with Rocketman today, you slip them on.

Feeling a little like an easily excitable teen again, you giggle to yourself at the idea that forms in your head. Your fingers roll the waistband of your sweats until the lace hem of your underwear is revealed. Laying back on the bed, angling your body into the sun beam to re-create Rocketman’s picture but with a twist. Your matching red bralette on full display, hair falling around you as the sun bathes you in a soft, golden haze. You click the photo and send the message before you can chicken out.

You finish getting ready and make the now familiar walk to Benny’s, grinning when you see Robin already sitting on the patio. You race through the gate and slide into the seat across from her, “How’d it go? Tell me everything!”

Robin practically melts into her chair, chin falling into her palms as she leans onto the table and giggles, “It was great. It was normal. I was normal. Like,” she waves her hands around, blue eyes wide, “I mean I was still a babbling dork who puts her foot in her mouth, but I was me, and she still wanted to hang out again.”

Genuinely ecstatic for her - there was nothing like feeling seen in a relationship for who you really were, a fan of love or not, you grab her hands and squeeze, “That’s amazing! When are you seeing her again? Why don’t we have mimosas already to celebrate?”

She laughs, smiling wide enough to make her eyes squint as she points behind your shoulder, “Dingus offered to buy a pitcher, and hopefully getting lunch tomorrow with her.”

“Alright, I went with the bottomless. In your honor, ma’lady.”

Body freezing at the comment, you notice the large hands carrying a pitcher of mimosas in the corner of your eye. Your gaze travels up his arms as he slides into the seat between Robin and you. Sights finally landing on the familiar face you knew would be attached to the voice once you heard it.

No. No, this is not happening.

Robin laughs again, “Thank you, sir. Y/N, this is Dingus, also known as my knight in shining armor, also known as Steve” she gestures between the two of you as Steve’s eyes shoot up, the pair of you staring at each other with your mouths open.

Rocketman is Dingus. Dingus is Steve. Steve is Rocketman.

Oh, god.

Noticing the way he’s trying not to glance down at your body, you try not to think about what you sent him fifteen minutes ago. Or the conversation you had last night. Or the fact that you had mind blowing sex with him two days ago.

Waving her hand in front of his face, Robin stops her mimosa halfway to her lips, “Hey Steve, you OD over there?”

He smirks a little at her question and glances at her before clearing his throat and shaking his head, “No, uh, just surprised you two know each other.”

Robin looks between you and Steve and then gasps, her glass hitting the tabletop aggressively, some of the drink sloshing out as she leans in, hissing at you, “Steve is Rocketman?”

Steve’s lips twitch up into a smile as he glances at you, “Rocketman?”

“Robin,” you kick her shin under the table, voice threatening.

Robin gasps again and covers her eyes, “Oh, ew, I’m going to be sick.”

Steve rolls his eyes, reaching for a mimosa and tossing a raspberry in his mouth, “Robin, it’s not a big deal.”

Robin shakes her head, “Oh my god, oh my god, I saw his-” she smacks his shoulder, “You’re disgusting! You send shit like that to girls?”

Steve chokes on his mimosa, eyes widening at you, “You showed Robin that-”

“I didn’t know you’d sent that picture-”

Steve covers his face, hitting his forehead on the table, “Oh my god, oh my god-”

Robin leans forward, pointing at you, “You were the one texting him last night during dinner?! He was grinning like a total lovestruck-”

Steve kicks her this time, “Robin!”

Trying to take deep breaths out of your nose, you rub your temple, “This is ridiculous. How is this happening?” you start to drain your own mimosa, sitting back into your chair.

Robin places her ring clad fingers on the table, thumbs picking at her chipping blue polish and she sighs, “Okay. Here’s the deal. Unfortunately I now know all the details. And I know the two of you. I have to say,” she looks at you, and points at Steve, “He’s my best friend and the greatest guy in the world, and if this is just sex and you’re gonna break his heart-”

Steve interrupts and groans, his head on the table still, “Robin, stop.”

The guilt eats away at your stomach already and you rub your temples as Robin kicks Steve’s shin, “And you, shitbird, she’s the first friend I’ve made besides you in years, and I don’t want to lose her either when you profess your love months too soon.”

Steve picks his head up and you both avoid each other’s glance and turn to Robin as she gestures inside, “I’m going to order all the waffles and hashbrowns this place has,” she gestures to the two of you, “Figure this out. Cause you’re both in my life and stuck with each other even if you end up hating the other in the end, and that’s non-negotiable.”

She stands from the table and you place your hands in your lap, glancing up at Steve with your lip between your teeth as he pinches the bridge of his nose. When you both make eye contact, you snort a little and you both start laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

He sighs and leans back in his chair, rubbing his cheek and trying to hide his smile, “Good morning.”

Laughing again, you shake your head and lean forward, “Steve I-”

He sighs, “Listen. She’s right. I don’t wanna admit she’s right, because I had a lot of fun with you,” his hand rubs the back of his neck and he bites the inside of his cheek, “Like a lot. But, if we end up hurting each other, we end up hurting her, and I can’t do that.”

Nodding, you ignore the fluttering in your stomach the words cause, but you know he’s right. You’d only known Robin a few short weeks and already she was one of the greatest things to ever happen to you. You couldn’t risk losing her either, and you knew that you’d be the one left behind if anything happened, their connection and friendship too strong.

“Friends?” you hold out your hand.

He grips your hand, shaking it. Both of you stare at where you’re connected a little longer than you should perhaps, and you clear your throat, “Stop picturing me naked.”

He laughs and lets go and smirks over the rim of his glass and you roll your eyes. He stretches his arm back and ruffles his hair a bit, and you have to look away from where his t-shirt rises. He leans back in his chair as he drags out a, “Soooo,” the legs of the chair hitting the pavement again as he leans forward and cocks his eyebrow with a smirk twitching on his lips, “Rocketman?”

“Oh, fuck off,” you throw a napkin at him and he dodges it laughing.

Robin sits back down with a huff, “So, laughing. That’s a good sign. What’s the verdict?”

Steve and you look at each other and then at Robin and speak at the same time, “Friends.”

She grins and then Steve leans closer to her with pleading eyes and a fake pout of his lips, “Will you tell me what Rocketman means?”

Knowing full well that the puppy dog pout works on Robin, your eyes widen as her mouth opens. Leaning across the table, you slap your hand over her mouth, her eyes sparkling up at you.

When you start to sit back down, finger pointing at her in a warning, you can’t help but notice Steve’s eyes trailing down the curves of your body and landing at the little bit of your midriff that became exposed where your shirt had risen.

Friends. You are just going to be friends. Friends who had out of this world sex with each other and knew what the other looked like naked and looked at each other like that - but friends.

Steve held up his fingers as he shot out ideas, “My penis is like a rocket? Length? Velocity? Gir-”

Robin slaps the side of his head, “Ew, gross don’t talk about your penis at breakfast.”

The two argue about what can and should be considered as appropriate breakfast talk. You hide your smile as Steve winks at you.

The next few weeks are interesting. You change his name to Steve in your phone - Rocketman no longer. Although he takes every opportunity he can to bring it up the few times you’ve seen each other since. Lunch with him a few times during the workdays with Robin, and you had only shared a few moments of lingering stares, a few accidental hand brushes that had made your stomach flip flop like a seesaw. And the more you learned about Steve, the harder it was becoming to not like him.

Especially with what surrounded you in the current “dating” scene. None of these guys were living up to “Rocketman” or Steve. Boring guys who couldn’t get a joke or make one to save their life, absolute skeeze-ball assholes, or guys who’d flounder around, never finding your clit, cum and then roll off of you and ask if you finished before promptly passing out or sneaking out - leaving you high and dry every time.

It had been three weeks since you’d had good sex. Three weeks since you’d orgasmed from someone other than your own fingers or vibrator. When Robin called and asked if you wanted to go out for drinks, you prayed to whatever gods were out there that they pretty please let you have some good prospects tonight.

Nursing a small pre-game drink, you call down your hallway to Robin, stepping past the piles of the four outfits she’d changed into and deemed not the one, “Robs, you looked hot in the first outfit, Nancy is going to love it! Put it back on and let’s go!”

Robin pokes her head out of the bathroom door, cocking her eyebrow at you, “Girl, you are cranky when you don’t have sex - you should talk to someone about-” she ducks at the dress you fling at her, smiling, “Are you sure it wasn’t too ‘come get some’?”

“Don’t you want her to come get some?” you lean against the wall and grin.

Robin opens her mouth and widens her eyes as a knock on your door lightly echoes through the apartment and you frown.

Robin shoos you away, closing the door and yelling through it, “Tell him I’ll be ready in five minutes.”

Rolling your eyes, knowing that statement was far from true, “Tell who you’ll be-”

You shouldn’t have been surprised when you open your door to see Steve standing there. Dark denim jeans that fit him perfectly, a black shirt that was just a little too tight stretching across his chest, shoulders and biceps and a necklace chain peeking out at the collar. You’re pretty sure your gulp is audible as you try not to focus on the scruff on his jaw or the way his eyes seem to eagerly take in your body as well.

“Hi,” you manage to squeak out.

He smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Hey.”

Both of you stand there in an awkward silence until Steve blows out his breath, clearing his throat, “You look nice.”

Tugging the sleeves of your jean jacket over your wrists and glancing down at the black lace camisole type of top and black denim shorts you have on, “Thanks. You too.”

Robin comes crashing out of the bathroom and Steve’s eyes go up at her outfit, “Wow, Robs you look-”

She points a finger at him, frowning, “Don’t say a word.”

He clamps his mouth shut, eyes sparkling as she takes the drink from your hand and downs the rest of it before gesturing to head out the still open door.

Somehow you end up squeezed next to Steve in the back of the uber, your thighs pressing together and arms accidentally bumping. He keeps trying to shift away from you but Robin’s bouncing legs and constant fidgeting on his other side makes him lean into you more. The intoxicating scent of Steve’s cologne so close to you floods you with memories of your night together. Your need for sex like that again pulses throughout your body and you hold your breath for some sort of relief.

When you get out of the uber, taking a deep breath of the fresh air that doesn’t make your thighs clench together, you watch Robin start to jog down the sidewalk towards a brown curly haired girl waving. Watching her eyebrows go up, her cheeks flushing a little pink as she takes Robin in.

Steve sighs next to you and you look over at his small smile. Aware of a brief part of their history, and you’re sure this is a little awkward for him, you nudge him, “You good?”

He rubs the back of his neck and nods, “Just a little weird. But I’m really happy for both of them. They look happy right?”

Nancy spins Robin around to take in her outfit more and Robin blushes and shakes her head. Robin’s mouth hasn’t stopped moving since she got out of the car. Nancy takes both of her hands to still them, blinking at her with a smile, she says something that leads to Robin closing her mouth and nodding.

“Yeah, they do. They look good together,” you smile.

Steve nods, a small hum slipping out of his throat. As you get closer, Nancy’s eyes brighten and she smiles, “Steve!”

He gives a little wave, “Hey Nance, it’s good to see you,” he looks slightly surprised when she hugs him, but recovers quickly, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing lightly.

She takes a step back and smiles shyly, “You too. Really.”

She turns to you and sticks out her hand, “Nancy Wheeler.”

Accepting her hand, you introduce yourself. She points between you and Steve, “So how long have you two been together?”

Steve’s neck turns red as you fumble with your words, “Oh we’re not…well, we did have…um, but we aren’t…uh-”

Robin chimes in after biting her lip and holding in a laugh at your run on babble, a hand on Nancy’s shoulder, “They’re just friends.”

Both of you nod but Nancy eyes the two of you like she knows something you don’t and then levels Steve with a look that has him rolling his eyes. She smiles at you, “My mistake, I’m sorry.”

Robin pulls her towards the bar, “Come on, I’m dying to listen to some terrible karaoke and dance my butt off.”

Nancy laughs and you follow the pair inside, snaking your way through a crowd to a table with only standing room. When you point to the bar, Robin pushes Steve back towards the table and loops her arm with yours and turns you both towards the bar.

Robin leans in closer once you get to the bar, yelling over the volume, “I really like her and I think I’m gonna fuck this up.”

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you shake your head, “I just watched the way she looked at you. She’s head over heels for you Robs. Promise.”

Her cheeks darken from their tiny blush to a deeper maroon as she grabs two of the drinks and you push her towards the table, “I’m right behind you, gonna…” you look around a little and raise your eyebrows, “Mingle.”

She salutes you with two of her fingers, holding a drink up to her forehead, “May the force be with you.”

You’re rolling your eyes and leaning onto the bar when you feel a hand on the small of your back. Turning, you find a guy with a beer in his hand, nodding towards the bar, “Can I buy you a drink?”

Glancing back at the table, Robin distributes drinks that the three old friends clink together. Smiling, you turn back to the boy in front of you and nod. Ready to settle in for a night of flirting that will probably lead to an end of the evening like every one you’d had lately - you alone with your trusty bullet.

After the first guy didn’t laugh at any of your jokes and the second one came in way too hot and heavy for so early in the evening, you make your way back to the table, chugging the last of your drink before flopping your head onto Robin's shoulder with a groan.

Robin pats your head sympathetically, and questions, "No luck?"

Grabbing a waitress as she’s walking by, "Can we get four tequila shots?" you turn to the other three, "What do you guys want?"

Steve smiles around his beer and Robin rolls her eyes and the waitress laughs.

Leaning your elbows on the table, you press your fingers to your temples "I mean, why is it that they're just god awful boring and can't keep a conversation but incredible at sex or they're funny and get your hopes up and they spend two hours trying to find your clit and pass out after cumming?" You shout the last part and Steve chokes on his beer, Nancy and Robin scrunch up their noses.

The waitress raises her eyebrows at you as she slides the shots onto the table and grins, "Sounds like I should keep those coming?"

"You have no idea," you mumble a thank you to her and look at the other three sheepishly, "Sorry, guess I'm a bit…wound up."

Robin snorts and Steve's lips move to the side like he’s biting his cheek. Nancy raises one of the shot glasses and inclines her head towards you. Wasting no time, you welcome her offer and tip your own back, letting the familiar burn sit in your throat before chasing it with the tart lime.

Picking up a second glass, you raise a brow toward Robin. She waves you off and backs away towards the dancefloor, pulling Nancy with her, leaving you and Steve alone. A few drops of tequila slosh over the side of the glass when you push the last one towards him, your fingers brushing when he takes it. His eyes don’t leave yours as the rim of the glass lingers against his lips while he waits for you to join him. You hate that you watch his neck as he tilts his head back and swallows. How mesmerized you are by his lips molding around the lime and his tongue flicking out to lick his top lip as his eyes scrunch together from the burn.

He clears his throat and you look up into his now open eyes, almost golden in this lighting, the blues and greens fading away to make room for the brown tones, reminding you of sunshine. It was like you were the earth, begging for more of it to light you up. Drawn towards them, craving him like he was what gave you air to breathe.

Stepping back from the table, you scold yourself for being so wrapped around a boy so quickly. He smiles and glances down at the table, "I think I'm having the exact opposite problem as you."

Your eyebrows shoot up, as you question him, "What?"

He shakes his head and rips at the label of his beer with his thumb, "I don't want to just waste my time anymore. But I mean,” he smirks, keeping his eyes on the shredding label, “I’m also not gonna say no to sex.” His hand reaches back, tousling his hair and you try to focus on his words instead of his arm muscles flexing, “But if I don’t have sex with them, I’m losing my mind, and if we do it feels like I’m cheapening it, or they end up being crazy or…" he sighs and grimaces, shaking his head like you should forget about it.

He nods towards the crowd, smiling, "Anyways. We're not all bad. Go get 'em."

Taking the chance to take a deep breath and close your eyes, you nod and spin away from him. Talking about sex and relationships? It felt like dangerous territory to enter with Steve. So you make your way into the crowd for your next prospect. But no amount of hair twirling, bicep squeezing or laughing at jokes that weren't funny could stop you from sneaking glances at Steve. And maybe it was the smoky haze over the dance floor, or the few drinks you'd had, or the way you kept catching Steve's eyes locked on your lips and drinks as you listened to guys try to pick you up with all the lines you'd heard already, but your brain started to work up an idea. Started to think a little more about what Steve had said.

When you return to the table, you notice Robin and Nancy particularly cozy with each other on the dance floor and you shrug your jacket off. Steve clears his throat and you watch how glued to your body he is. Eyes drinking you in like you’re the beer pressed to his lips. It was only more fuel for the frustration that had been building for weeks. Tired of torturing yourself, you need to do something. And as Steve’s gazes became more obvious throughout the night, you were convinced he’d be on board with the plan you’d been concocting.

So, when Steve looks at Robin and Nancy, chugging the last of his drink and presses his hand to your lower back as he mumbles, "I'll be right back," you follow him.

The music dulls as you enter the slightly brighter brick hallway that led to the bathrooms. At the sound of the bar crowd echoing through the open door behind him, Steve turns, eyebrows raising curiously at you.

Gripping your hands into fists at your sides, clenching and unclenching them repeatedly as you take a deep breath, your plan falls out of you before you lose your nerve, "I think we should be friends with benefits."

His eyebrows shoot up even higher and a choking sound leaves the back of his throat as he asks, "What?"

Before you lose your confidence, you keep going, taking steps closer to him, "Listen. I'm not interested in being in love or dating you. You're not gonna break my heart Harrington. I just wanna have sex with a guy who can make me laugh and give me an orgasm.”

Leaning his shoulder against the brick wall, arms crossing with a slight grin on his face, "How drunk are you?"

Waving your hand at him, you push on, "I'm perfectly and totally okay being the girl you have sex with so you don't blow your load trying to hold out for the one or whatever."

He laughs and rubs his palm over his face, you know he’s breaking as he falters over his words, "Y/N...Robin doesn't want us to..."

The toes of your chucks tap against the tips of his shoes as you stop right in front of him, whispering, hands pressing to his chest, "Steve. I've watched you watching me all night. I know you want to have sex again too," your fingers pull at his belt loops, pulling his growing length against your hips, relishing in the way he has to close his eyes.

You press your chest against his and his head falls back against the brick, eyes fluttering open as you whisper, "It doesn't have to be complicated Steve. Just sex. No strings attached. Fun."

He places his hands on your shoulders, fingers digging into your skin, he sucks his breath in as your hand works at unbuttoning his jeans. One of his hands moves to pull your chin to look him in the eyes, "Seriously. No strings attached. We don’t hurt each other. We don’t hurt Robin."

Your hands dip below his waistband, palming his length before wrapping your hand around him and tugging gently as you whisper, "Rule number one: we never tell Robin."

Leaning forward, you brush your lips against the column of his exposed neck and smirk against his skin at the whimper that falls from him as you start pumping your hand faster.

Steve sucks in his breath, fingers trailing down your shoulders, pulling the straps with them as he gasps out, "Number two: no emotions. We stop before anyone gets hurt. Save the friendship.”

Your lips trail up his neck, leaving a kiss below his ear as you press your body against his thigh, hiding what your hand was doing from the doorway, "Number three: we tell the other person if we're sleeping with other people or if we have dates. No texting or interrupting dates or other hookups - we never leave a date for the other person.”

Your hand pumping faster pulls a groan from Steve. He pulls your hand from inside his pants, grabbing your wrist, he pulls you around the corner into an unoccupied bathroom. He pushes you against the wall and leans in before breathlessly asking, "Kissing?"

You nod and he attaches his lips to your neck, hands lifting you onto his thigh as he presses you both into the door to keep it closed. His kisses trail up to your ear, then down your jaw before he presses his mouth to yours slowly. You roll your hips against his thigh. As he deepens the kiss, his hands on your hips encourage you to brush back and forth against him, seeking the friction you'd been craving since sending those texts between each other weeks ago.

Grinding on his thigh as you chase his lips greedily, he meets you with sighs you capture with your mouth. Lips moving in a harmony together that just felt right, the taste of beer on his tongue swiping out over your lip. His hands on your waist tighten, pushing you faster on his thigh as you no doubt were leaving a wet patch on his jeans through your own layers, arousal building quickly and intensely.

He starts to pop open the buttons on your shorts and you grip the back of his head as he pulls away and nips at the skin on your neck before gasping out, “Pet names?”

Somehow having enough clarity to remember his text that said honey, and the risk of becoming too much of a couple in a relationship you nod but then clarify, "But only during sex."

He nods again, mouth detaching from the bruise he’d been sucking into the dip by your collarbone, kissing up to your ear, nibbling your earlobe as he drops you to the ground and yanks your shorts and underwear down to your ankles as you pull him from his boxers that he pushes down his thighs.

His hands find your hips and lift you once more, your thumb swipes over the leaking mushroom tip, pulling the precum down and around him with a few tugs before he’s brushing himself through your slick and lining himself up at your entrance.

"Condoms?" he asks breathlessly.

You moan as he slides between you, your soaking lips already trying to suck him in and you whimper, "Birth control."

Steve pauses, his fingers cupping your jaw, "Yeah, but if you're sleeping with other people-"

You shake your head, "You're right, you're right-not tonight? But after?"

His forehead presses against yours as he nods, nose bumping against your cheek as he whispers, “You sure about this?”

Eyes opening, you stare into one another intensely, foreheads and noses pressed together. A cliff, toes hanging off the edge as you watch loose gravel fall to its demise. You both know it probably isn't going to end the way you want it to, but one lick of his lips as he looks at yours is all it took for you to press yourself down onto his length slowly as you nod.

Your eyes flutter closed as you grip his shoulders, gasping from the feeling of him slowly filling you up. His fingers dig into your hips as he slowly pushes up into you, both of you moaning from the pressure and pleasure.

You slide further down onto him and he presses his face into your neck mumbling, "Fuck, baby, you take me so…" Steve trails off, words caught in gasps and grunts into your skin. Your hands find the back of his hair, eyes fluttering open as his hips start to move, pulling himself out of you and thrusting back up.

You clench around him and he nips at your neck, kissing down your jaw until he finds your lips again. Both of you crashing into each other as he starts to thrust faster, kissing no longer the intimate foreplay from before, but the result of your primal desire - your rapidly climbing arousal. It’s messy and sloppy, lips biting and brushing against each other with no real pattern, just a need to be touching and moving against the other.

Every thrust reaches that spot that it seems only Steve can hit, deep inside of you as his hands move from your hips to under your thighs, the door rattling behind you with every pump up into you.

Every time your shoulders and head hit up and back against the door, you feel yourself clench tighter around him, hear him practically growl from the feeling. It’s already becoming too much, arching your back and tugging his hair as your head hits the door again, “Fuck!, Yes, keep going - Steve, I-"

Steve’s lips collide with yours in a rushed kiss as he nods, smiling around each other, almost laughing from the pleasure and euphoria as he commands, “Say my name again.”

You bite his bottom lip, moaning into him, “Steve.”

A low rumble from his chest as he starts pumping into you even harder, both of you smacking against the door harshly.

Your orgasm is coming faster than it ever has. Body reacting to every touch like it was an electric charge to your very core. Your hips snapping together, bodies colliding in what can only be described as filthy sounds, your hands wind the front of his shirt into your fists as your back arches further off the door in an ache to be closer to him. The grunts and moans coming from the two of you mixed with your head hitting the door repeatedly in time with his thrusts echo off of the bathroom walls and feel downright pornographic. Your growing arousal pushes cries of pleasure to fall from your lips that he quickly captures and swallows with his mouth.

His hands squeeze under your thighs, pushing you forcefully against the door again and your fingers grip the back of his head. You swear you’re seeing an entire galaxy behind your eyes as he moves one hand and presses his fingers into your swollen clit. You come forcefully against him, waves of weeks of desperation and a need to be fucked like this vibrating from your head down to your toes curling inside your shoes wrapped around his hips. It comes in tidal wave after tidal wave as he presses circles into your sensitive bead, nipping your bottom lip as your thighs start to shake. His hips stutter up into you as he comes himself, both of you sighing from the feeling of him filling you up completely.

Panting into each other's mouths as he slowly stops thrusting, his fingers find your hips again. You let your head fall back against the door, sweaty and breathless and you laugh, "Thank you, god."

Steve presses his lips to your glistening chest and neck, kissing up to your chin. You drop your head to see him grinning like an idiot.

His nose brushes against yours as his fingers tighten on your hips and a low rumble of a laugh comes from his chest as he pants out, "Most people just call me Steve."

A/N: Truly cannot thank @sweetsweetjellybean enough for being my Beta reader/editor, guiding hand and right hand wing woman - this wouldn't be posted/anything without her 🖤

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weirdmorefics · 1 year ago

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Unmasked Chpt 1- The Call

Word Count- 1,461

Morning came slowly I stayed up most of the night with nightmares. The nightmares are usually worse this time of year, I think it is my mind's way of reminding me of the anniversary of the first Ghostface murders. My brain is wrong though I need no reminder. The only thing keeping me at all sane during the night is the fact that Spencer is not lecturing today and I will get to see him in the morning at work.

I walk into the BAU with a box of donuts for the team since we are all stuck doing boring paperwork today.

"Morning kid, you look like shit. Long night?" Rossi says full of humor.

I roll my eyes and open the box of donuts, "Hey, don't bite the hand that feeds you."

Rossi puts his hands up in surrender then grabs a donut, "Thanks, kid."

As he walks away I shout "Could you stop calling me kid too because that would be great!"

I set the donuts down in the breakroom and picked out one of Spencer's favorites to set on his desk.

I approach Spencer's desk and set the napkin-wrapped donut down on his desk. "Morning Reid,"

"Thank you, Y/n morning to you too. Did you know Americans consume ten billion donuts every year?"

I smile "Well let's make that ten billion and one." My phone cuts off the conversation and I see my sister's contact photo, "Excuse me I have to take this..." I hope he didn't notice my face shift to an anxious one.

Sidney never calls only texts and she still barely does that. She thinks I am an idiot for chasing after the crazy people who kill when enough killers already come after us.

"Do not come to Woodsboro," Sidney states in a serious tone as soon as I pick up my cell.

"Wow, what a lovely way to begin a call! No, hey sis how are you?" I bite back sarcastically.

"Did you hear me Y/n? Do not come to Woodsboro!" She repeats.

" I wasn't planning on going to that hell town anytime soon. What's going on with you? Shouldn't you be busy with your book tour or something?" I respond trying not to sound concerned.

"He's back Y/n," she whines out.

I swallow deeply and walk away from the desks and towards Penelope's office she is never here this early anyway. "This isn't funny Sidney."

"I am in Woodsboro and my rental car has a murder weapon in it and ripped-up pictures of my face and yours. Oh and did I forget to mention two kids were murdered in the same exact way as the original ones... so yeah I'd say he's back." She responds quickly in an angry panic.

I slam open Penelope's door and proceed to vomit my guts out in her trash can. I hear the wheels of her chair squeak as Penelope looks at me with concern as I dry heave in her trashcan. I definitely should have checked if anyone was in here first.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Penelope asks softly.

"Sidney, I got to let you go," I breathe out and hang up on her.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead. Why does no one ever mention how exhausting dry heaving is?

"I'm fine Garcia," I try to sound detached. I can't be here. One thing that makes the Ghostface all the same is they want to kill the Prescotts and everyone they love.

"You really don't look fine," she says full of concern.

I try to exit without a word but Penelope is quick to follow to make sure I am okay. It must be an odd scene as Penelope chases me and I speed walk away. Especially since we are always attached at the hip.

I ignore everyone's gaze and walk into Prentiss's office without a word.

Prentiss was doing paperwork of her own and did not even look up, " I need a leave of absence as soon as possible... preferably today"

That statement made her head quickly whip away from her mess of papers, "This is awfully unlike you Y/n... has something happened."

The stress of the anniversary, Ghostface, and the worry of losing Spencer Reid after we just got him back from prison seem to boil all over at once. "I JUST NEED A LEAVE OF ABSENCE IS THAT SO HARD TO DO EMILY!" I shout so loud and instantly regret as I see all my team members' eyes on me from Emily's office window.

"I am sorry Prentiss," I put my hand to my forehead fighting back the anger and fear-induced tears. I have seen so many murders I should be used to it at this point but Ghostface will always be different he always comes back as someone new.

Emily stands up shutting the blinds to her office to halt the onlookers. "L/N you need to tell me what this is about, right now! I have never once seen you act like this."

I pace back and forth the last name I made up did nothing to protect me I will always be a Prescott. I just need to get out of here before they find that out. I take a deep breath, "I am really sorry I can't, I just can't tell you. It will just get you hurt. It will get the whole team hurt and I can't do that! Spencer just got back, Scratch is gone, and the team is almost back to normal I will not ruin it. I am going to leave either way I just needed you to know."

I turn to leave but Emily grabs my arm, "Agent, if you are in danger I need to know. One more thing you also seem to be forgetting is this team won't be normal without you."

A knock follows her statement, "Is everything okay? Garcia told me Y/n was sick. Does she need a drive home?" It's Spencer's voice I can tell immediately. The question makes this even harder. Why must he be so kind? Why can't I stand to leave him?"

Emily's gaze meets mine, "I recognize that look."

"Prentiss I don't have time for your profile," I whisper shout to prevent Spencer from hearing me.

"I know all too well what it's like to be undercover Y/n," Emily states compassionately.

"I have no idea what you mean?"

"Your file is suspiciously blank and sealed of all past background and Strauss assured me it's for the better. It is similar to what my file used to look like." Emily unfortunately continues to profile me.

I feel trapped I can't go to the door Spencer is there and there is no escaping Emily's questions.

Spencer proceeds to knock again, "Everything alright in there?"

I sigh, "Emily I will tell you everything if you leave the team out of this."

"Y/n you know I can't promise that," she frowns.

I grab her hands tightly, "You have to because I know how to deal with this but every time he comes back someone around me dies!"

"Who comes back Y/n?" Emily's tone changes to a demanding one like the one she uses in the interrogation room.

"Promise me you won't tell the team! Promise me you won't let Reid get involved." Tears prick my eyes I don't care that I am being blatant about my feelings for Reid nothing can happen because I am cursed to repeat the same horrors for the rest of my life.

Emily sighs, "I promise."

"Ghostface is back... and my last name isn't L/N... it's- it's Prescott," I stutter as the words come out like saying them would make this more real than it already is.

"As in the Woodsboro killings?" Emily asks in utter disbelief.

"Unfortunately... and I have to go back there, for my sister," I state. "You can not convince me not to, I can't lose her."

"Y/n we solve cases just like this we can do this as a team," She soothes.

"Tell that to the last agent who tried to help my sister and nearly died," my stress getting the better of me causing me to shout and not notice Spencer opening Prentiss's office door.

I felt the eyes on me once again, I doubt I can talk myself out of this one. The chance of a silent escape gone stuck in a room of profiles who could sense I am on the urge to bolt out the door. Then my phone starts to ring in my pocket, none of the team seems to notice when Emily gives me a knowing look. She clearly knows the Ghostface cases well they all start with a phone call.

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halestrom · 2 months ago

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Vegas…….

this is my beloved post-vegas detective john lives au. he has a second chance and hes trying to turn his life back around but he keeps being given the "weird" cases because he's good at thinking outside of the box and he keeps solving them. and hes juggling two cases, once sgc related and one not and rodney comes back into his life.

it also feats my fav minor hc, john and dave are twins. a not good guy lorne and one of my favorite oc's ive ever written, Bell.

He tilted his head to the side as he moved back into a crouch and rested one hand on it to keep from rolling away as he pulled out his phone and hit speed dial.

“Las Vegas Crime Lab. You kill ‘em, we fill ‘em.”

“Seriously?”

“Caller ID. What do you want, Sheppard?” Bell asked, chuckling.

“You got the photos from the crush injury guy?”

“Barr? Yeah, hold on.” There was a shuffling noise and then Bell was back, humming. “What do you want to know?”

“Bowling ball?” John asked, rolling it around to try and see anything but the alley was dirty, and the bowling ball picked up every speck of sand and dirt it touched. “Found it under the trash by the body.”

Bell hummed. “Bright blue?”

“Yep.”

“Yeah, did a quick dust and didn’t find anything. It was lodged under there pretty well. ‘sides, we photographed it and it's only a six pounder. Something for the little kids. Won’t crush a man.”

Bell always was six steps ahead of them all. “Even if it’s multiple times?”

“I’ve got the initial report from Lam. The amount of time it would take to cause the injures Barr had? Nah, you’d need a twenty or bigger, and even then, it’s gonna take multiple drops even from a height. Nice try though. Why so focused?”

“Because it’s better than nothing,” John replied, letting go of it and watching as it rolled back, right to the same position it had been. Bracing a hand on the ground he leaned down. “Y’all check under the trash bins?”

“What do you take me for?”

“Overworked and underfunded?” John asked, kneeling on the ground and grabbing his flashlight from inside his jacket and shining it under the trash. He reached out and rolled the bowling ball away. “You busy?”

Bell was silent for a long time. “Fuck you.”

The phone went silent, and John snorted, sliding it back into his pocket as he stood up, ignoring the ache in his side from a scar that still hadn’t fully settled. He began to wander, paying closer attention as he waited for Bell to arrive.

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Bellarina Dixon was five foot two on a good day, had parents who had dreams for her and thought naming her after those dreams would inspire them, and had a fascination with bodies that bordered on creepy and the running joke was she could be a serial killer and they’d all let her get away with it as long as she kept helping them find their own killers. She had an eye for details and zero patience. John had always appreciated her bluntness, as well as how quick she could turn the crime scenes around when needed.

“What the fuck did you find, Sheppard?” Bell demanded, ducking over the crime scene tape, storming over and glaring up at him from behind glasses that had stepped out of the 80’s.

#hale-asks #ty for the ask!!!#i do love this fic #and one day will finish it

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years ago

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You Better Call Becky With the Good Hair

AN: Loveee this one 🤭😏

Synopsis: You have a decision to make when you find out your longtime husband has been cheating on you for the past three months.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: my treacherous twin @harlowsbby 😘💕

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You had been keeping close tabs on how your husband had been acting.

For the past three months to be exact.

Plenty of times you would pretend that you were sleeping and noticed that Jack would check to see if you were "sleeping" before immediately grabbing his phone and keys and would leave the house or he would go into the bathroom and be in there for hours.

You truly did not want to believe that Jack would do anything to mess up your marriage, but the amount of evidence that you had was beginning to pile up and he was looking more and more guilty with every day that had passed.

"Babe, where are you going?" You curiously asked. Bottom line was that you missed your husband, but he was obviously occupied with spending his time with someone else.

"Just out to that new club that just opened. Urban and Sunni are going to."

"Okay." You replied not even putting up a fight which Jack was surprised by.

"Okay? Not putting up much of a fight tonight."

"Well am I supposed to? You're a grown ass man that can do what you want."

"Oh really? But you've been giving me shit lately every time I want to hang out with someone who isn't you."

"I'm not arguing with you. If you don't want to spend time with your wife, that's on you."

Jack immediately rolled his eyes.

"Here we fucking go."

"Did I lie? It's like you don't even want to be bothered with me anymore."

"Baby! That is not true. I promise this weekend that I'm all yours. No interruptions. My phone will be off. Just me and you. Can you hold out until then, pretty girl?" Jack asked you and you sighed before finally nodding your head.

Jack leaned down to kiss you before he gave you his famous smile.

"I love you." Jack whispered to you and your foreheads were touching.

"I love you too. Have fun."

"I'll be back before you know it."

Once you had heard the door close and Jack pull out of the driveway, you immediately grabbed your phone to text your two best friends, Luna and Lav.

You- Plan is a go. He just left.

Lav- What’s the plan again?

Luna- LAV! Keep up! We’re trying to catch Jack cheating! We already know that’s what he’s been doing and we just need proof

Lav- Oh, okay. I’ll be ready in 20 and come get the both of you

Luna- So we can put an end to this shit for good. Now Y/N, what are you going to do when you actually do see him?

You- I hadn’t thought that far yet

Lav- So we out here just winging it?

You- I have to catch him in the act first and then we’ll go from there

Lav- Imma kick his ass

Luna- Count me in too

The three of you made your way into the club about an hour after Jack had originally left the house and knew that Jack would be somewhere near the V.I.P. area which was towards the back.

Big homie better hold up (Hold up)

Me and my whoadies 'bout to roll up (Roll up)

I say my whoadies 'bout to stroll up (Stroll up)

They comin' through the back door

You weaved through sweaty bodies and it took you less than five minutes to spot him in the corner with a girl grinding all over him. Next thing you knew, Jack had grabbed her and had passionately kissed her and she was eagerly kissing him back with his wedding ring glistening against the light teasing you.

“No the fuck he didn’t.” Lav exclaimed while looking at the scene in front of her.

“Oh yes the fuck he did and obviously Urban, Sunni and the rest of PG knew because they’re literally standing around him like this is fucking normal.” Luna added before she peered over at you.

Just then you and Urban made eye contact and his eyes went wide and was immediately nudging Jack who then looked up in your direction.

All you did was shake your head and turn around to make your way out of the club and you briefly heard both Lav and Luna yelling at Jack and attempting to stop him from coming after you.

You felt trapped and as if you couldn’t breathe.

Once you had gotten outside you leaned against the side of the building and just let the tears fall.

Only a minute passed before you felt a presence behind you and you smelled the cologne that you had gotten him for Christmas last year.

“Y/N….” Jack said as he tried to place his hand on your shoulder and you immediately jerked away from him.

“I cannot fucking believe you, but then again I can. I KNEW IT.”

“Baby, just let me explain.”

“What is there to explain, Jack? Like what in the world can you possibly say to me right now that will keep me from kicking your fucking ass?”

“I just…. It’s not what it looks like.”

“Literally the oldest lie in the book. Please tell me you can do better.”

“Y/N, you know I love you.”

“I know that might be true however, you don’t love me enough not to cheat on me so you can go back to your little side piece because this, whatever this was is fucking over.” You said pointing in between the two of you.

“No, babe come on.”

“And the fact that Urban and Sunni knew and didn’t tell me anything?!? And would be covering for you? I fucking knew you were cheating on me.”

“Because you weren’t the wife I needed you to be!”

“So instead of coming to your wife about that you go and fuck someone else?! What sense does that make?!”

This white boy had you fucked all the way up and couldn’t believe what he had just told you.

“Every time I would try to talk to you it would start a fucking argument and I got tired of that shit!”

“It would turn into an argument because you always think you’re right all the fucking time when you’re not!”

“Oh? So you aren’t at fault in any of this?”

“JACKMAN! I DIDN’T FUCKING CHEAT YOU DID! AND UNLIKE YOU I’VE BEEN TRYING TO SAVE THIS SHITTY ASS MARRIAGE!”

“What are we saving it for if all we do is argue?!?”

“Oh. Then consider this done. Get your shit out of the house by Monday and I’ll be sure to call my lawyer. I’m getting half of everything.”

“WAIT! Y/N, we can fix this.” Jack exclaimed while trying to grab your hand once more but you simply backed up away from him.

“Didn’t your ass just say that I was to blame because I got cheated on and what are we saving this for if all we do is argue? Keep that same fucking energy. You said that shit with your chest so stick by it. Oh, and don’t come home. You can stay with Urban or Sunni since they were in fucking cahoots with you this entire time.”

Sometimes I regret the day I put this ring on (Get in line)

Looking at my watch he should've been home (Get in line)

He always got them motherfucking excuses (Get in line)

I pray to God you reveal to me what his truth is (Get in line)

Since that night Jack had been continuously blowing up your phone but you weren’t giving him the time of day.

You were too busy trying to keep your sanity intact and trying for your life not to fall apart and you were failing.

Miserably.

There was no doubt in your mind that you truly did love your husband, but how in the world would you be able to come back from this?

Even if you did forgive him and decided to not divorce him, the fear of being cheated on again would sit in the back of your mind and you truly wouldn’t be able to trust him to go anywhere by himself.

And you obviously couldn’t trust Sunni or Urban who had also been blowing up your phone apologizing for not telling you and telling you how miserable Jack was.

He was miserable and he deserved that shit.

You were miserable too but you weren’t going to tell them that so therefore they got ignored right along with Jack.

Just then you heard tiny footsteps and your daughter climbed up into your lap and tightly hugged you.

She could tell that you were sad, but you tried to distract her from asking where her father was and used the obvious excuse that he was working.

“Mommy sad still?”

“Just a little bit, but I’ll be okay. Don’t you worry.” You answered as you kissed the top of her nose and she giggled before smiling at you.

“Daddy home soon?”

And that’s when your heart broke all over again.

You were more hurt at the fact that Jack had no regard for his daughter.

When she got older, she was obviously going to find out what he had done to you and only being 2 and a half, she already worshiped the ground that he walked on and he could do no wrong in her eyes.

He was her hero.

He was yours too, until about three days ago.

You didn’t want her heart to break like yours did.

“He should be bub.”

“Can’t wait!” She exclaimed while going towards her toy box and pulling out a stuffed animal that Jack had gotten for her in Sweden.

A few tears slipped out, but you quickly wiped them away not wanting for her to see.

“Mommy? Markers, please. I want to draw daddy a picture for when he comes home.”

“Sure, bub. Let me get them for you.” You said getting up and going over to the cabinet next to the television in order to get out everything that she needed.

You turned around to see that she was already sitting at her little table and you placed the markers and paper in front of her.

“What are you going to draw for daddy?” You asked while sitting across from her.

“A picture of the three of us. You have to help me mommy to make sure it’s perfect. I want daddy to like it.”

“It’s coming from you so no matter how it comes out, daddy will love it.”

She got the biggest smile on her face and you couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Pass me the purple marker please! Daddy loves purple!”

Me and my daughter, we gon' be alright

We gon' live a good life (Good life)

You sat on the deck facing the backyard as you watched Jack play with Amiyah and slowly took in the scene in front of you.

It had been about a month since everything happened and since you didn’t want your daughter to pick up on anything being wrong, you told Jack to come home.

Come home, Amiyah misses you

How fucking ironic

It was extremely awkward between the two of you but you acted like the perfect couple in front of your daughter.

You loved the way she looked up at him when he picked her up and never wanted for that sparkle to leave her eyes.

Making your way back into the house, you decided on ordering pizza not having the energy to make dinner and you realized it was movie night.

It was Amiyah’s turn to choose even though you already knew her answer would be one of three choices. Moana, Encanto, or Princess and the Frog.

You ordered the pizza and got all of Jack and Amiyah’s favorite snacks ready before bringing them into the living room.

As you were carrying the last of it, you heard the back door slide open and the laughter of your husband and daughter.

“Mommy! It’s movie night! We haven't made our pillow fort yet!”

“There’s still time, bub. I just ordered the pizza so we have about 45 minutes until it gets here. Ask daddy to help you.”

“Daddy come on.” She said while pulling him in the direction of the living room.

It was the middle of the Princess and the Frog when you looked down at your daughter who was perched between the two of you and saw how she was fast asleep.

You didn’t want to disturb her as her head was in your lap as her feet were in Jack’s and decided to watch the rest of the movie.

You saw Jack eyeing you but you damn sure weren’t going to say anything first.

“Baby?”

“You know good and damn well you lost the privilege to call me that.”

“Y/N, please. I’m trying here.”

“You wouldn’t have to try if you didn’t do what you did.”

“Think of Amiyah, we want her to grow up in a household with two parents.”

“But not when her parents are miserable.”

“I will literally do anything to fix this and prove to you that I can be the husband you deserve.”

“Jack, I don’t want to talk about this right now. They’re about to meet Mama Odie and I want to sing but I can’t if you’re talking my ear off.”

“Y/N, if not then when?”

I ain't fucking with nobody (Nobody)

Toast to the good life (Good life)

Suicide before you see my tears in my eyes (In my eyes)

“Jack, I’m done crying over you. You chose to do this to us. You put us second and quite frankly, I don’t know if I can forgive you for that right now.”

“Then tell me what to do so that you can forgive me. I can’t live without you or our daughter.”

“You won’t live without us, but you might have to live without us being married.”

Jack went silent as one of your favorite scenes in the movie came on and you began to sing quietly not trying to wake up Amiyah.

When the movie was over, you simply turned to Jack as he made a motion to get up and pick up Amiyah to put her in her room.

He was by the steps when you called out to him and he quickly looked over at you.

“You better call Becky with the good hair because I meant it when I said that this was over between us.”

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 1 month ago

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Our Darkest Hour: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Rolling blackouts cause a serial killer to rape and murder his victims. He taunts the police and even brings Derek into it. The public has dubbed him the Prince of Darkness. Meanwhile Frank is livid that you didn't stay in jail so if he can't get rid of you that way, the only way to do it is to kill you.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

Annie Danzi, thirty, was home alone with her young son when the unsub struck. He left the son alive and didn't harm him physically. The news is all over this even when you get to Annie's house. They're concerned that since this is the second home invasion since the blackouts started, it's connected to the homicides. JJ didn't confirm, obviously, but that's not going to stop them from speculating that it is.

You walk to the front door and sigh. Adam is waiting for you by the door while Matt is inside with Annie's son, Carter.

"This has all the same tricks as the last one."

"Was there forced entry?"

"No."

"Were there rolling blackouts last summer?"

"Just about every year. Crime always goes up when it gets hot and dark but nothing like this has ever happened."

"Hunting in the dark is definitely a part of his signature." Hotch takes out his phone and calls Pen. "Garcia. I need you to check if there were any clusters of home invasions in previous summers during rolling blackouts in California. Look statewide."

"He left a message this time."

You walk inside the bedroom and immediately look away from the bed. It's bloody and missing a body but you can see her as if she's real and right in front of you. On the wall written in her blood is "HELLO THER". Why he didn't finish the word 'there' is beyond you. You turn away from the bed only to come face to face with the unsub. You gasp and stare into his sickly green eyes that have loads of bags under them. Some parts of his face are blurry but he's a big son of a bitch.

"Are you okay?"

You blink once and the unsub is gone.

"Yeah," you whisper. "Do you think he's welcoming us?"

"Who knows? At least he's telling us more with each crime scene. He's uneducated, angry, and sadistic, and he trashes the place even though there's not much to steal. He chooses to hunt and kill in the dark. He doesn't want to be seen. Why?"

"Maybe he's ashamed of something?" Emily asks. She picks up the photos on the nightstand of Annie and her son. "He certainly didn't have to knock these over."

"He doesn't want eyes on him except for the child. He wanted him to see everything."

You look at the bed and wince when you see Annie is still there. You leave the bedroom and join Matt and Derek who are sitting with Carter in the kitchen. He's playing with something on the table, and you look over his shoulder to see a clay monster.

"What do you have there? Is that a robot?"

"It's a monster," he says in a quiet voice.

"Monster, huh? What's it doing?" Derek asks.

"It's protecting you, isn't it?"

"It's gonna make the man stay away."

"Did you happen to get a look at that man?--"

"Derek," you whisper but he ignores you.

"He moved me to the closet. My mom told me to close my eyes."

"Would you mind showing me how you did that?" Carter puts both hands over his eyes so they are completely covered. "That's good, kid. That's really, really good. So, you didn't see him at all?" He shakes his head. "Once that man left, what did you do? Did you get back under the bed?"

"I didn't want to leave her," he sniffles.

"Hey, Carter, do you have, like, a really cool backpack you could throw some things in to take over to your cousin's house?"

"It's in my room. Will you come with me?"

"You bet," Matt smiles.

Carter takes his clay monster with him but Derek stops Matt before he can follow.

"Look, I'm really glad the kid didn't see anything, but it could have been helpful."

"Covering his eyes like that means he couldn't cover his ears."

"I'm going to head back to the station."

"Okay," Derek nods.

That kid has been through enough so you decide to leave him alone. It doesn't take a genius to figure out the profile for this guy so it's best to announce it to LAPD now so you can start to look for this man.

"Forcing a child to witness this is clearly sadistic. He destroyed the boy's innocence and took away his childhood. This probably mirrors the unsub's own experience," Hotch starts.

"That's an excuse for what he's doing?" an officer scoffs.

"There's no excuse for what he's doing. We're not justifying anything. Everything he says and everything he does tells us what makes him tick, that's all. The message that he left us was misspelled which says that he is not well-educated."

"Why did he leave one now?" Adam asks.

"We don't know," you answer. "Just because his recent attacks are in Los Angeles doesn't mean he's from here. Killing in the dark is a must for him. We believe that's why he's come to LA. His willingness to kill random people tells us that he's an opportunistic offender, and these types are incredibly difficult to predict."

"As you all know, the rolling blackouts have been announced so residents can prepare for the few hours they'll be in darkness. Unfortunately, that also tells the killer whose windows will be open and whose alarms will be disarmed," JJ says.

"The dark is his signature. It's a habit, and we'll find that he's always killed this way."

"Because he's a coward," an officer scoffs.

"To some degree, yes. He also has intimacy issues. He even turns photographs away from himself. It's unlikely that a man like this has been in any kind of relationship. There's also a good chance that he has some type of shortcoming, whether real or perceived. He's obviously self-conscious about something."

"Like what?" Adam asks.

"It could be like a physical deformity. It might be something really small to us but means everything to him," Spencer answers. "Having one thing that sets him apart from the norm could be what led him into the extreme solitude of a violent schizoid personality. He takes his victims' power away, literally and figuratively, and he feeds off of making them powerless."

"We had rolling blackouts all last summer, and this guy wasn't around," Adam points out.

"Well, he is now, and based on the vicious nature of his crimes, the press has named him the Prince of Darkness," JJ sighs. "He's gonna be all over the news."

"Yeah, that will do nothing for his ego," you say sarcastically.

"Once we unravel his need for darkness, we'll find him."

You call Derek once the profile briefing is done and he answers on the second ring.

"Yeah, Y/N? What's the plan?"

"Rolling blackouts are still scheduled for tonight."

"How is LAPD gonna patrol it?"

"With the number of calls they've been getting, they're stretched thin already. I don't know."

"They gotta cancel it."

"That's the battle. If they do that, the whole city could go dark if the power grid gets overwhelmed."

"Yeah, you're right. That's not gonna work. LAPD's outnumbered ten thousand to one. Keep me posted."

Matt doesn't want to question Carter again but Derek is persistent that they do. With the cognitive interviews you give, Carter might remember something he doesn't realize he knows. You hate it and you wish you could keep Carter from it but Derek's right. If it will help catch the man, you have to try anything. Matt is so against it because he, too, lost both his parents when he was young to a drunk driver. Matt wasn't in the car but he replays that over and over in his head and blames himself because he was sick and they were racing to come get him from his friend's house. He thinks Carter is going to do the same.

Derek lost his father when he was nine. He was shot and killed right in front of him. Like Matt and Carter, there was nothing he could have done. The difference between Matt and Derek is that Derek looks at it like this: some people in our lives are bad and good but they all shape us. That's why he and Matt wear badges. They do good because of the bad.

"How's Carter?" you ask when Derek and Matt return.

"He's quiet."

"Is it too soon for an interview?"

"Yeah, I want to find this guy before we have to put the kid through it," Matt answers.

"Guys, Garcia has something," Emily says. You gather in the conference room where Pen is on speakerphone from the desk phone. "Go ahead."

"Everybody needs to sit down because I'm about to rock your world, and not in the way I like to do it. I have scoured and searched, and you were totally right. This unsub has been doing it forever. There is nowhere he hasn't been in the last twenty-six years. Honestly. Every single state. He is the worst I've ever seen, and we have all seen some things."

"How did you connect him?" Hotch asks.

"Everything you said. He's drawn to the dark. He shows up during a blackout. He robs. He kills. He leaves a witness. The reason why he's been getting away with this is because he never hits the same city twice except Los Angeles. I'm sending everything your way, and you better load up that printer because it looks like he started in Southern California way back in the summer of 1984."

"Thank God the press hasn't connected this," JJ sighs.

"The summer Olympics were in Los Angeles that year," Derek says.

"So was Richard Ramirez." He was the original Night Stalker. "That's the year he started."

"It appears our unsub started that summer during a blackout in San Diego. From there, he went to Orange County. After that, he ended up in Los Angeles and worked his way up the coast."

"Why did he come back and why now?" you ask.

This guy does not give himself a break. Right after dusk and before the rolling blackouts, there is news of another murder. This time, the unsub left behind an infant to witness the horrors. You pray and hope that this doesn't leave lasting effects on the child as she grows up. Matt and Adam left for the crime scene while you hung back with your team.

"Everyone will have power tonight," Hotch announces.

"They called off the blackouts?"

"After what happened, we can't give him that again."

"Great. I'll tell the press," JJ says.

"I can't believe this," you scoff. "We're talking over two hundred houses in twenty-six years."

"When he started in San Diego, it was all about the robberies. By the time he got to Orange County, he robbed and assaulted his victims. The first murder was in Long Beach, and he left a witness."

"He got away with it for twenty-six years. Why did he come back?"

"The media coverage actually helped. Neighbors were hypervigilant. As soon as they heard the gun, they called the police."

Adam and Matt come back with solemn looks on their faces.

"Did he leave a message this time?" Rossi asks.

"He actually left a baby in the closet. There's got to be some kind of message in that," Adam answers.

"He's taunting us. He's leaving behind witnesses that are too little to help," Matt groans in frustration.

"Okay, why them? Why now? He killed the first two women before the rolling blackouts. What is it about them? He killed them in a busy, well-lit area. It was nothing like the others," you say.

"That's Newton for you. People hear gunshots all the time down there. He probably fit right in."

"It was in your division," you say to Matt.

"He had to start somewhere, right?"

"Do you think that's a coincidence?"

"Say it's not. What does that mean? Did he want our attention?"

"He certainly has it."

"Are you sure you never worked anything like this before?" Derek asks Matt and Adam.

"We'd know if we did. Trust me, this guy makes an impression."

"He started his career twenty-six years ago," Hotch says.

"That's the same as me. Do you think this is because of me? That all these people are dead because of that?" Adam asks.

"Two women were killed in your division with no survivors. Then a couple, leaving the wife as a witness. Then a mother, leaving the son. Now two parents, but a baby survives."

"If there's some kind of pattern, I've never seen it before," Adam shrugs.

"He circled back to LA for a reason. The first two murders in LA were close by. Long Beach is on the cusp of LA and Orange County."

"Let's look into that one," Rossi says.

Spencer grabs the file and reads it.

"This one is a home invasion. The husband was shot and the wife was left alive."

"What's the next one?"

Derke grabs a file and starts to read it.

"After Long Beach, he went to Santa Monica." He pauses and looks at Matt. "Wait a minute. Spicer, do you have family out there?"

"Yeah, that's where I grew up."

"This is a home invasion robbery, double homicide. Joe and Sylvia Spicer were killed."

That immediately catches Matt's attention.

"Those are my parents. It doesn't make any sense. Let me see that." He takes the file from Derek and reads it to himself. "No, they died in a car accident by a drunk driver."

"Who told you that?" you ask.

"My grandparents. I remember my grandfather waking me up. I was sick the night they died. I had a fever. How would I not remember that happening to them?"

"Maybe your grandparents never told you, Matt. They were trying to protect you," Adam says.

"They lied?" he whispers emotionally.

"You were the first child this unsub left alive. You've been all over the news. He knows exactly who you are."

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nctyena · 1 year ago

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Fans' Favorite Moments YenaxMembers #5

YenaxJaehyun

Hit The States

In one of the videos Jaehyun bought ice cream for Yena and made sure it had every flavor she wanted. He also held it for her when she was busy trying to pose , talking etc... Everytime she came back to have her cone , he gave her a big smile , looking proud for some reason. Fans said it was so cute how he was so happy to do something so little for her.

Jokes

Honestly Jaehyun finds himself funny. He throws a joke out of nowhere and smiles to himself. He doesn't care most of the time if anyone also finds the joke funny but Yena always reacts in some way. Not always positive BUT when she chuckles or snorts a little he always looks like a little kid who made their parents proud. But there are times when she just rolls her eyes , looks at him with blank eyes... He still enjoys her reactions.

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"Jaehyun was the first to congratulate me. He called me for six times after midnigt until I picked up. I knew he was calling for my birthday so I just wanted to mess with him. But when I picked up he just said happy birthday and hung up... He is a weird guy. But I still love him. Don't tell him that though."

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Jaehyun checked his phone when a notification was heard.

"Yena texted me." He didn't mentioned what the text was about.

"She always calls me oppa when she wants something. Cute."

He responded and changed his clothes before picking one of his sweatshirt.

"I'm gonna give this one to Yena-shi , after I'm done."

After a few weeks she shared a photo and fans recognised her sweatshirt was the one.

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"Jungwoo! Jungwoo! Jungwoo!"

Chantings was heard and later a shy Jungwoo was seen. He was trying to stop her.

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"What secret?"

"Secret of how to be perfect like you."

"God, stop it!"

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Lives when Yena and Jungwoo was sitting next to each other , which is quite a lot , she had have an habit of comforting him. Be it either stroking his hand , or just staring at him until he sees her and smiles at him. And when they are not sitting together she always makes sure to make him speak too. In return , Jungwoo always finds comments about her and reads them out loud. And even some time just make out some comments.

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From the first day of his mcing, she has been sending him gifts or visiting him. Like everyday. And Jungwoo never forgets to share the gifts or posts something when she shows up.

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When they were playing football for the challenge whenever she shoot the ball he went crazy. It didn't matter if she was succesful or not and when she finally did he picked her up and run around the field with her.

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smolwritingchick · 11 months ago

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 40- I Need U

Chapter Summary: Yoongi and Jen get into a heated argument. BTS shoot for I Need U as Jen impresses with her acting skills portraying a naive girl in an abusive relationship. Gaining confidence, Jungkook decides to tease Jen when he asks her for a massage.

Words: 13,000+

Author's Note: Yoongi fluff and Jungkook fluff! Ashanti's Rain on Me music video is the inspiration for Jennie's role in I Need U. And I hope your JenKook thirst is quenched for now since the last scene was thought of last minute when I wrote this :)

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“I’m fine, mom. Really.” Jennie reassured.

“I’m glad that you are, but I hope you know that you’re stronger than this. Don’t do that to us again, you hear? I was this close to getting a plane ticket.”

“Heh, heh, Vienna and Alani told me. They want me to rest for a week and then see how I do then. I should be refreshed and back to it after that.”

“Good. Now get some rest. I’ll check up on you tomorrow. I love you.”

“Love you too, mom.”

After getting off the phone, Jen set her phone on the bed and laid back down in her bed. Not even five minutes later, her phone rang and she checked the caller ID.

Angelina...Facetime.

Answering it, she saw Angelina smiling brightly. But then the rapper widened her eyes when she noticed Jennie was in bed.

“Whoops, did I call at a bad time?” She asked.

“Nah-are you high?” Jennie stared at her.

“Me? No. Not yet.” She waved her comment away. "My blunt didn't hit yet,"

“Wow. Well enjoy the trip when it happens,"

“Oh, I will. How you holdin’ up?”

“I’m getting better.”

“Good, good, that’s what I like to hear. You need to get better so I can come to Korea and see you.”

“Is that so? I think you want to be here so you can see Namjoon.” Jen teased.

“What? No~”

“Uh huh. I’m happy you two are still talking though. It’s cute. I hope you two can collab one day.”

“Oh yeah. I wish I could be there to do a song on his upcoming mixtape though. But my schedule...so hopefully next time. Soon I’ll come down your way, get to see you and you can introduce me to the boys. Especially Jungkook.”

“You're so eager to meet my best friend," Jennie giggled

"I gotta meet the man who has my girl glowing,"

Angelina's statement caught her by surprise as she asked, "What? Me? Glowing?"

"When you talk about him, you light up. You do it for all the members but with Jungkook it's a different light. You may not notice it but I do. So, I gotta meet this man and see for myself. It's adorable,"

"Ah..."

For some reason, Jennie couldn't help but feel her face heat up from her response.

Did she really glow differently with Jungkook?

"Oh? Are you getting flustered?" Angelina teased

"No! Shut up!"

Angelina laughed softly. "She is!"

"Anyway! It'll be worth the wait when you and Namjoon collab. And I am looking forward to you meeting the boys. They're the best. You'll love them. They are truly amazing and passionate about what they do. I'm grateful to know them,"

"Aw...I can't wait. Okay, I hate to change the topic to a negative one but girl...let me tell you the bullcrap I've seen. So, Hailey and the girls threw shade at you.”

“Oh wow. Not surprised. What did they say?”

The rapper rolled her eyes. “They claimed you passing out was a publicity stunt.”

“Heard that one before...” Jen murmured with a pang of sadness.

----

“Another water break? We barely even started practice. How are we supposed to be top notch with deadbeat over here wanting breaks every two minutes?” Hailey complained.

Ignoring her, Angelina looked at Jen with worry. “You okay, Jen? You don’t look so good...”

And once she fell from exhaustion, Hailey sighed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, get up. Stop trying to make a publicity stunt for relevance.”

-----

Shaking the negative thought away, Jen asked, “So when are they coming to Korea for their World Tour?”

“Looks like around late 2015.”

“I have a little more time to keep my sanity then.”

A week later, Jen felt good as new and refreshed after resting and keeping hydrated. She found herself at the set of Amber’s Shake That Brass music video shooting.

When she arrived, she greeted everyone on the set and placed mini cupcakes on the table for everyone to help themselves to. She wanted to show her gratitude for being invited to Amber’s music video. People were astonished at her kind gesture and there were already media reports of her act of kindness on K-Pop news sites. Jen didn’t think it was a big deal to have an article about her bringing in cupcakes of all things but everyone else thought it was a benevolent act. Seems like new articles will write about the smallest things these days.

“I’m so happy she’s here! I love her so much!” Amber held onto Jen from behind, hugging her tightly with a big smile on her face.

They were being filmed for Amber’s video of Pops in Seoul and Jen laughed at her enthusiasm.

“I love you too!” She happily responded as she was released.

“I’m really happy you were able to come and support me. It means a lot to me, having friends be a part of this.”

“You know I wouldn’t miss it.”

“I asked Jennie because I love her charisma and her fun attitude. I feel like she and I will have a great time being filmed together with this concept.”

“Her album is going to be great. The fact that she made everything herself, the music and lyrics, so amazing.”

Jen headed over to the Orchestra section, happily greeting those around her. She even had the courage to approach Girl’s Generation’s Taeyeon.

“I’m a huge fan of your work! I’m so looking forward to the next comeback of Girl’s Generation.” She told her as she cheerily thanked her.

She was way more beautiful in person. Taeyeon had told her that she didn’t have to be nervous and she could speak to her anytime. Jen planned to take advantage of that.

“Jennie!” She heard a voice and turned to see Jackson happily waving at her.

“Aye! Jackson, nice to see you here.” She beamed, pulling him in for a hug.

“How you feeling? You okay?” He asked with concern.

He must’ve been talking about her passing out. “Yes, I’m good as new. Well rested. I got your messages."

“Uh huh, you left me on read.” He playfully teased.

“Look, I had a ton of people blowing up my phone. I’m sorry! When BTS can have some free time after our upcoming comeback, we’ll hang out, sound cool?”

“Hm...how do I know that you won’t forget?”

She rolled her eyes and walked away as he laughed. “I was joking! Namjoon never answers my messages, don’t be like him!” He walked after her. When he finally caught up to her, they shared a laugh. “Oh, before I forget, I have a small gift basket for you.”

He gestured for her to follow him and he took the basket out of his bag. “It’s a get well gift from one of my friends. He hopes you’re doing well. He was freaking out when he found out what happened to you. It was supposed to be from all of us in GOT7, but he grew a fit.” He sighed and shook his head.

“Aw, really? This is sweet of him. Oh shit, there’s smarties in here, oh my gosh! Jackson, you gotta tell me who he is! I’d love to thank him in person!”

Jackson smiled at her freaking out over the smarties. “Ah, he wanted to remain anonymous.”

“Well, when you see him, tell him thank you so much and kiss him on the cheek for me. And thank the other members of GOT7. I’d like to meet them one day.”

“I’m sure we can make that happen.”

For the orchestra scene, Jen wore a black vest with a white shirt and black pants with a drum set. She stood up, as they began to film.

Amber attempted to try to conduct everyone. She went to a couple of people to show them exactly what she wanted them to do with their instrument, then she came to Jennie.

“You gotta bang. Like this.” Amber demonstrated.

“I did that!” Jen responded but Amber took her sticks and banged on the drums.

Once she gave them back to her, Jen banged on the drums to the beat of the song and Amber nodded in approval. They filmed scenes of her banging on the drums in sync with Amber’s song while everyone played their instruments around her.

Afterward, everyone sat their instruments down and freestyled, dancing with Amber in front of the camera, doing the Nae Nae and various other dance moves. They even had Jackson and Jen do a dance battle. Jackson’s dancing brought a grin to her face as she hyped him up with the others around her.

When it was her turn to dance, she snatched his hat, placed it on her head and began to dance.

“OHHHHHH!”

She heard everyone say, laughing at how shocked Jackson was.

“I thought we were friends.” Jackson playfully whined

As the filming began to end, Jen felt her phone buzz and opened it to reveal the group chat with the Maknae Line.

Jungkook: Jimin’s going crazy. Help us.

Jungkook: [Image.jpg]

She examined the photo to see Jimin having her guitar in his hands, planning on throwing it.

“Oh hell no.” She immediately began to text back

Jen: IS THAT MY GUITAR!? JIMIN YOU BOUT TO DIE TODAY!

Jimin: Jungkook!! Why did you show her!?

Jungkook: Kekekekekekeke

Jimin: SNITCH!

Jen: How TF did he get my guitar!?

Jimin: Jungkookie gave it to me!

Jungkook: LIE!

Jen: Oh...okay...so y’all went in my room?

Tae: Uh...

Jen: Watch yourselves when you go to sleep tonight...We may have five BTS members now.

Jimin: Oh no, what have we done??

Tae: WE!?

Jungkook: WE??? YOU!

Back at the dorm, Hobi and Jen finally decided to initiate the prank war, seeing their targets, Yoongi and Jimin sitting on the couch in the living room. Yoongi, had his headphones on, working on something while Jimin played on his phone.

“We gotta be quick. And run like the wind, got it?” Hobi reminded.

“Got it.” She responded as they both had whipped cream in their right palms, stalking up to them from behind.

“SMACK CAM!” They shouted as Hobi smacked Jimin, and Jen aimed for Yoongi’s side of his face.

The glimpse of them smacking their targets caused the rest of the members to burst out in laughter, screaming and shouting with amusement.

“Do you wanna die!?” Jimin shouted and began chasing after Hobi, who screamed.

“JENNIE! WHAT THE FUCK!?” Yoongi bellowed, turning around to stare at her with rage.

All the rest of the members were laughing, but Jen noticed Yoongi was the only one who wasn’t as she looked confused at his outburst.

Now what?

“That wasn’t fuckin’ funny! What the fuck?” He shouted, throwing his headphones across the room.

The sound of his headphones hitting the wall, caused everyone to stop laughing and the mood of the room shifted drastically.

Jen looked at Yoongi as irritation began to boil through her veins.

Frowning at him, she shook her head. “The heck was that? That was unnecessary, Yoongi! It was just a joke-”

“I don’t give a shit! This isn’t fuckin’ funny! And this isn’t the time to be playing around like a bunch of fuckin’ kids!” He slammed his hand on the couch, roughly running his other hand across his face to remove whatever whipped cream he could.

A bitter chuckle came out of her as she poked her cheek with her tongue.

“Okay, first of all, I’m gonna need you to chill the fuck out.” She snapped.

Hearing what came out of her mouth caused the other members but Yoongi to stare at her in surprise. It staggered them to see her demeanor change into an aggravated one. It was an unusual sight to see her be angry like this.

When Yoongi heard her snap at him, he stood up in fury, causing the Maknae Line’s stomachs to drop with anxiousness.

“This is as chill as I’m gonna fuckin’ get.” He bluntly snapped back.

“I’m not liking this...” Jin looked on with worry.

The members began to feel the atmosphere change for the worse as they felt the tension between the two of them. They weren’t expecting Yoongi and Jennie to clash. Hobi, Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung began to feel uneasy as they heard their voices getting louder by the second. Jin and Namjoon were alarmed as they tried to figure out how to stop it before it blew up even more.

“It was just a prank! We’re starting a prank war!” She exclaimed.

“I don’t fuckin’ care!” He yelled at her.

Looking around the room, she looked confused. “Excuse me, who are you yelling at?!”

The Hyung Line glanced at each other in alarm and decided to intervene in the situation.

Jin shook his head and got in between them. “Okay, this was taken out of hand, let’s not do this.” He calmly spoke up, attempting to back her away from Yoongi. “Stop it. No more of this, stop arguing. I’m not having this.”

“Cause I know damn well you aren’t yelling at me, like that!” Jen continued in fury, ignoring Jin.

“Yah! Yah! Yah! Stop.” Hobi tried to back Yoongi away from her with Namjoon as the Maknae Line watched helplessly at the chaos.

“Get the fuck outta here!” She shouted.

“That’s enough. Come on, now. Let’s not do this.” Namjoon’s voice was filled with authority, trying to reason. “Let’s speak calmly, not yell.”

“I didn’t think this would end up like this...” Taehyung murmured to Jungkook and Jimin.

The two were now in each other’s faces, yelling back and forth and it didn’t look like they were stopping anytime soon.

“Yeah, okay...okay...” Jen responded sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t want this shit on me!” Yoongi shouted as a vein popped out of his neck.

“It’s whipped fucking cream!” She clapped her hands three times.

“I don’t care if it was water, I don’t want that shit on me!”

“It’s nothin’ serious! What’s your issue!? It was a joke! Completely harmless!”

“G-guys. Please stop arguing.” A whipped creamed covered Jimin pleaded.

This whole situation was making him sad, he didn’t want to see anyone fighting. When Jin finally managed to back Jen away from Yoongi, Taehyung took over, wrapping his arms around her from behind, in a tight embrace.

Taehyung desperately tried to calm her down but to no avail, as he told her, “Ennie, please relax. Please calm down.”

“Get off of me, Tae.” She attempted to wiggle out of his grip.

“Not until you calm down. I don’t want to see you like this. Please, Ennie. Please calm down.”

Yoongi was trying to get away from Namjoon and Hobi’s grips as he shouted, “I don’t have time for this bullshit!” His voice filled with aggression. “You see me fuckin’ working on something, why the fuck would you do stupid shit like this!?”

“You can’t take a break and relax!? Have fun for just a moment!?”

“We have an album coming out soon!”

“I get that!” She got out of Tae’s arms.

“Enough Jennie-“ Jin stopped mid-sentence.

“No. I’m gonna say what I have to say.” She responded to him and turned back to Yoongi. ”You are not gonna yell at me like that. We are all friggin’ stressed out from this album. The least we can do is loosen up with a couple of laughs and take our minds off work for just a moment. You need to lighten up!”

“Everyone calm down!” Jimin shouted. “Please, let’s just cool down. This was blown out of proportion.”

“FUCK!” Yoongi shouted and roughly shoved Namjoon and Hobi off him, storming into his bedroom. He slammed the door, causing everyone but Jennie to flinch.

She exhaled with her eyes closed, trying to compose herself. Opening her eyes, she muttered out a curse. “Un-fucking-believable...”

Taehyung turned to her, with a sad expression. “E-Ennie-“

“Don’t.” She raised her hand up, gesturing for him to stop. “I’m taking a walk.”

“I-I’ll come with you,” Jungkook spoke up.

“I just want to be alone,” she said with irritation as she left the dorm.

The dorm felt empty without the energetic vibe as the rest of the members were bummed at how things turned out. A scary pissed off Yoongi and an unhappy Miss Bangtan were not something they prepared for.

Namjoon sighed and rubbed his temples on the couch. “I wished we handled that better...”

-----

Yoongi and Jen haven’t spoken a word to each other in the past few days as Jen stood backstage with Amber for Music Bank, in support of her in Shake That Brass.

“Ouch, and you still haven’t talked to him?” Amber asked with a concerned look, sitting on the couch.

“Nope,” Jen replied, sitting next to her, and looking at the TV on the wall.

“Aw, he needs to lighten up. But I can understand how frustrated he was about it. I hope you two can rekindle soon.”

After getting ready for the show, Jen began to get filmed for a Bangtan Bomb as she stood with Amber and 4Minute backstage. To be able to meet these fierce ladies was an honor, as Jen happily told them how much she adored their song, Crazy.

“Crazy is lit, oh my gosh. I’ve been practicing ever since your song came out. Can I show you?” She eagerly asked.

“Yeah! Let’s see!” Hyuna beamed.

“Let’s see!” Sohyun clapped her hands.

“Amber you should do it too!” Jiyoon pointed to her.

“Me? Me really? You wanna?” Amber turned to Jennie.

“Oh yeah, come on.” She answered.

Amber had pulled out her phone, putting the song on, skipping just a few seconds before the chorus.

“Okay, five...six...seven...eight.”

nal bogo michyeo

(C.R.A.Z.Y) ttara hae

Jen and Amber began the choreography, Amber did a laid-back version of it while Jen went full out.

The 4Minute members cheered them on with bright smiles on their faces.

“Wow!” They applauded

Later, Amber and Jen waited to go on stage as Jen turned to the Bangtan Bomb camera with a smile.

“Today I met 4Minute. They’re super nice. Crazy is lit. I can’t get enough of that song. And now I’m here to perform Shake That Brass with Amber.” She wrapped her arm around her.

Amber pulled her close, cheek to cheek. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun today!” she shot up a peace sign.

Jen watched Amber perform from backstage, as she waited for her cue, with a mic in hand. “I’m a little nervous.” She glanced at the Bangtan Bomb camera, still filming her. “But this is a fun song, so I’m sure once I get on that stage, I’ll feel more carefree, y’know?” She started bouncing around as she continued watching.

When it was her cue, she made her way to the stage, standing behind the dancers.

Yeah I want you to

(Shake shake that brass)

Yeah I want you to

“Shake that brass.” Her smooth voice was heard as Amber’s backup dancers revealed her.

She got a big pop from the crowd as she smiled and strutted forward. She had some big shoes to fill because Taeyeon was the original singer of the verse, but she performed it in her own style, singing out strong with soul. From the cheers of the crowd, she seemed to have done well.

“oneul bam bam gomindeureun naeil more saenggakhae. meorireul biwobeoryeo amu saenggak an nage. son meori wiro.”

Amber stands next to her with a smile, dancing with her.

(Uhuh)

“sinnage ttwieo”

(Yeah yeah)

“da gachi michyeo, get it started. Come and shake that brass~!” Her high note was filled with soul and energy and earned some more cheers. “Woo!”

She cheered, moving her hips around with Amber.

Hey ho (Yeah) Hey Ho (Uh Huh)

Hey Ho (Yeah) Hey Ho (Uh Huh)

“Shake that brass~! Oh, baby!” She sang out, holding hands with Amber as Amber spun her around.

Hey Ho Shake That Brass

“Wooooooooooo~!”

NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA-

“Won’t you shake that brass...Ooooohhhhh won’t you shake that brass!” She ended the song with a huge smile on her face. Amber had stuck her tongue out, standing next to her for their final pose.

Soon they embraced in a big hug, causing the crowd to cheer for them.

After the show, fans tweeted their love for the duo with the hashtags, #Jamber and #Jenber eager for the next time to watch the duo together.

-----

As soon as she went back to the dorm, Jimin and Namjoon asked to speak with her in her room. They sat on her bed and tried to talk to her about Yoongi. Jen however, wasn’t having it, being the stubborn teenager, she was.

“Nope.” She bluntly replied, still feeling some type of way at how he yelled at her.

Who did he think he was, to raise his voice at her like that? She wasn’t going to stand there and let him scream at her in any type of way. She stood up for her opinion on the situation, not backing down and felt as though he overreacted.

“Jennie, you two should talk it out,” Jimin suggested.

“I don’t want to talk to him, he pissed me off.” She stubbornly responded.

“Ennie, come on...”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.” She replied louder.

“I think you should apologize.” Namjoon calmly spoke up.

“But why do I need to say sorry? I feel like I’ve done nothing wrong. Everything I did was harmless. It wasn’t that bad. I just wanted to share some laughs.”

“I understand that, Jennifer.” He said with seriousness in his voice. “But try to put yourself in Yoongi’s shoes. Get where he’s coming from. You know what a workaholic he is and how serious he is about his work. The whipped cream got on his notebook. Almost smeared what he was working on.”

Jen exhaled. She didn’t know that part. She knew how he was with his work and it made her feel guilty. Deep down, she was sad that they weren’t talking. She missed him. She missed being around him. Maybe she did go too far, unaware that he was working on something important.

As much as she hated to admit.

“Where is he?” She finally asked with another sigh.

“His studio.”

Meanwhile, with Yoongi, he drowned himself in work, with his headphones on his ears. Earlier today, Namjoon and Hobi had talked to him about the argument and he couldn’t help but think about the conversation.

“I don’t want to fucking talk to her. I don’t want to see her, I don’t want anything to do with her. I don’t even want you to say her damn name. So, drop it. This conversation is over.” He had growled at them in frustration.

“She really cares about us. She just wanted us to loosen up. We’re all on edge for this album. You know that. She just wanted us to laugh and forget about work for just an hour or so. Get where she’s coming from.” Namjoon had told him.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about her since the fight. He missed her presence. He didn’t mean to say that he didn’t want anything to do with her. She held a special place in his heart. He was emotional at the time. Frustrated. They both said things in the heat of the moment.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard knocking in the room.

“Hey.” Jen greeted softly. He acknowledged her at the door by glancing at her and continued to work. “You free to talk?”

He grunted, responding as a yes, pushing a seat out for her to sit. He placed his headphones on his neck, stopping what he was doing as he turned to her. He didn’t look angry, he looked upset that they went that far while arguing.

He could tell she was feeling the same.

“I’ve...been thinking about our blowout.” She spoke again after a moment of silence. “I just came here to say that I’m sorry.” He could hear the sadness in her voice. “I should’ve been more mindful of you and your work. I know how you get with your work. I know how passionate you are about music. Sorry for doing that to you. I hope I didn’t ruin anything.”

Yoongi let out a sigh. “Although we pissed each other off and yelled some crazy things...I can’t stay mad at you.” He shrugged and shook his head. “I forgive you...and I’m sorry for lashing out at you like that, Smartie. Forgive me.”

A smile came across her face. “It’s okay.”

He was happy to see her smile as he placed a hand on top of her head affectionately and turned back to his work.

“Oh geez...” He sighed when she wrapped her arms around him, pressing multiple kisses on his cheek. Though he secretly enjoyed the affection. “Okay, okay. That’s enough.”

“Nope! Not done, yet.” She laughed and gave him a couple more of her sweet kisses.

“Gross...” He faked a gagging sound, wiping his cheek when she released him.

“Don’t lie to me. You love my hugs and kisses.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Wow. Really?” She asked, offended as he smirked in response.

When they got back to the dorm, Jen took a nap on the couch, and Yoongi decided to get her back for what she did to him. Just like he did after filming an episode of Rookie King, he got a Sharpie and wrote all over her face. Writing various words like swag, and Suga. Jen remained asleep, unaware, as the members around her struggled not to laugh.

“She’s going to kill you, hyung.” Tae giggled.

“I like to see her try.” Yoongi responded, and took a photo of her makeover, tweeting, ‘Prank War is now on. #SUGA’

Jen woke up a minute later from the laughing and looked around.

“Why are you guys laughing so much?” She asked.

“We’re just admiring your new makeover.” The Daegu rapper smirked, revealing the Sharpie in his hands.

Her stomach dropped when she realized what he had done. “No friggin, you didn’t-“ She cut herself off as she grabbed her phone and turned the camera on herself. “YOONGI! What the hell!?”

“I know, you finally look beautiful.”

She tried to hit him but he backed away, as he laughed with the members.

“Asshole!” She laughed and went to clean her face in the bathroom.

“Prank war is now on. No teams. Every person for themselves. Got it?” Yoongi announced.

“AAAWWWWEEEE Yeah! Let’s go!” The members got hyped

----

The next day, in the afternoon, Jen decided to practice her freestyle dancing in one of the dance studios at Big Hit. After doing her stretches, she plugged her phone into the speaker and put on Come on Over by Sevyn Streeter.

Jen admired the artist and loved how sexy and confident she was with her music. Sometimes she would think about what it would be like to collab with her. She hoped so one day if it was possible. Standing in the middle of the dance floor, she begam to dance on beat when she heard Sevyn sing.

On my mind just one thing

You and me doing some things

No particular one place, oh no O-pen

Open to changes, positions, and angles

Tonight I ain’t no angel, oh no

She wanted to focus on storytelling with her dancing, and listening to the lyrics. But she couldn’t help but feel like she was missing something as she danced. After dancing for 30 minutes, Hobi walked in, with a big smile.

“I hope you don’t mind a dance partner!” He greeted.

“Hey! No, of course not! Join me! I could use some help. You mind?”

“Not at all.” He stretched first and then went over to see what she needed help with.

She wanted him to help her with body rolling and popping her body more. Make her movements more fluid. He showed her a couple of basic moves as she watched in awe at how in sync he was and how smooth he moved. His style of dancing was unique in her eyes. No doubt he was the best representative of BTS’ Dance Line.

“You got it?” He asked with a smile.

“Well...I think so.” She replied, unsure of herself

“I’m not liking that attitude, munchkin. Come on, you can do it.”

She tried out his movements. She was doing them but it looked like she was missing something. It was almost like she was hesitating in his eyes.

“You’re holding back. Don’t do that to yourself. Elevate.” he spoke up.

“Really? I feel like I’m not holding back. This is how I dance.” She explained.

He crossed his arms. “Can I be blunt?”

“Knock yourself out.”

“I feel like your true dancing potential is still locked away because of what you told me about Amity. You said they wanted you to tone it down. Well, you won’t tone it down anymore, not here. I’m not having it. I can’t keep standing here when I know you can do better than this.”

Jen was taken aback at his sudden statement. But he had a point as much as she hated to admit it.

“I...”

“No excuses. I know you can do better, Jennie. Now, show me. Dance, munchkin...Dance.” He smiled and pressed shuffle on her phone as Numb by Rihanna came on.

Jen stood and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

'Dance, huh?' she thought as Rihanna began to sing.

Ecstasy in the air

I don’t care

‘But...I don’t think I can do this...’ She thought nervously.

Can’t tell me nothing

I’m impaired

No worse for wear

‘Cause I’m going numb

‘Move.’ She thought as her body suddenly began to move, side to side, on beat, getting into it. Hobi nodded to the beat, watching her attentively.

I’m going numb

I’m going numb, I’m going numb

I’m going numb, I’m going numb (Let the champagne splash)

I’m going numb, I’m going numb (Let that man get cash)

I’m going numb,

Hobi smiled brightly when he watched her let loose. How her face changed into an expression of seriousness. Her movements were fluid with the beat, her body popping powerfully with the beat. It was like the dancer in her broke the chain that locked her true potential.

It felt good.

She felt free.

The way she danced, it was like she told a story as she listened to the lyrics. The way she went harder when the beat dropped on the second set of Rihanna’s ‘I’m going Numb’s.

Can’t you see

Ain’t it clear

Hobi was elated to see her dance harder and decided to record her on his phone as she body rolled powerfully during the second verse. She even added some of the moves he had shown her earlier, remaining in sync with the beat.

I don’t care

Get closer to me

If you dare

I double dare

'Cause I’m going numb,

This time, she swayed side to side with more energy, running a hand through her hair, pretending that she was going numb.

‘Atta girl.’ Hobi thought to himself, seeing a whole different person.

This is Jennie.

This is who Miss Bangtan is.

As soon as the beat dropped, she popped her chest and the rest of her body, robotically and rigid.

But odds are I'mma end up in the back of a squad car

Hobi widened his eyes, impressed as he watched her dance faster during Eminem’s rap. It caused him to squeal happily.

“Woo! Wooooooo! Go munchkin!” He shouted

“Stop making me laugh!” She broke out into a smile as she continued to dance.

After the song ended, she let out a breath.

‘Was that actually me?’ She looked at her reflection.

“That felt good. So, how’d I do?” She turned to him with a nervous smile.

Hobi screamed and jumped around, applauding her loudly. She laughed when he picked her up and spun her around.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Where have you been!?”

The room filled with their loud laughter as he set her down.

He grabbed his phone to show her the video he recorded. “Now this, this is Miss Bangtan. This is Jennie.” He smiled. “Your dancing has gotten so much better. I’m so proud of you.”

She turned to him, touched by his words. “Thank you, Hobi. Thank you so much. This means a lot coming from you.”

Hobi tweeted a small video of Jen dancing, ‘I think she’s going numb, kekekeke. Well done, munchkin! Sometimes all you need is that extra push. Proud of you. #JHOPE’

---

On March 9th, after giving out handmade gifts for ARMY on his birthday, Yoongi went to the studio to work, only to find a birthday card and two black boxes in his workspace. The bigger black box was on the bottom while the smaller one was on the top, wrapped up as a tag was attached to it.

‘To the guy I’ll beat in the next basketball game :P’

“Smartie.” He confirmed with a smirk as he sat down and opened the card first.

‘Dear Grandpa!’

He read and stopped. “This girl...” He shook his head in amusement and kept reading.

‘I don’t think you have any idea how much you’re valued or how much you mean to me. I look up to you. A lot. Not just for rapping but also for your passion in your work. How relatable your lyrics are and your ability to create such moving music. How humble you are about what you do. How raw you are with your rapping, I inspire to be on that level, to show that much emotion in music like you do. Just you being yourself in general, and how I enjoy being around you, even if you’re feeling a little lazy or in one of your work modes. Not to mention your blunt, yet savage remarks these days. Yeah, we may piss each other off at times but no matter what, we work on our problems and learn about ourselves so we can move forward through anything. I’ll always be there. No matter what. Even if you need me to be your napping buddy, I’m there. (Just don’t drool on me like last time, mkay? Mkay.) Thank you for being straightforward with me since the day we met. You’re very giving and hard working. And I thank you for always taking the time to teach me about rapping. I thank you for taking me under your wing, being patient, and encouraging me. You may not act like it but I see how much you care. You love us, members, more quietly, but I dare say you have the biggest heart.’

Yoongi stopped reading as he looked down, feeling something in his heart. That last sentence moved him. He took a moment to pull himself together before continuing to read.

‘And FYI, I do catch your small smiles when I accomplish your rap assignments. :) That is always motivating me to work harder so I can see that gummy smile of yours. Though we’re not related by blood, you are a brother I prayed for and I thank you for being in my life. I love you, Yoongi and I’m happy to be a part of BTS as we grow together musically, mentally and physically.

P.S.- When’s our next one on one basketball game? Too scared to get trashed? ;)

“This girl...” He smiled.

Sometimes she could be a pain in the ass. With her smacking him with whipped cream, especially, but at the end of the day, she would always be special to him. He never knew how much her words could move him as he reread her letter.

He opened the smallest gift first, opening the small box to reveal a personalized charm bracelet with a basketball and his name on it. He read the note that was on the box.

‘You better be wearing this. I have my own. We’re matching. No ifs, ands, or buts. Deal with it.’

“This girl is something else.” He put the bracelet on. It was a perfect fit for him. He turned to the big box, taking off the cover and inside looked like a haul of Kumamon merch. “This girl...” He repeated yet again in disbelief.

‘You still like him, right? Hope you like this haul! I better see you have that phone case on. I’m not joking. And you better eat the damn cake!’ Her note said.

“Cake?” He asked and saw a small box inside the big box with the merch.

He took it out and opened it to reveal a small Kumamon cake. His smile got wider as he read the note she wrote on top of the lid of the cake.

‘You BETTER eat this...I made it with love! Love I tell you! Don’t tell the guys, they’ve been begging me to bake again since those Valentine’s Day cupcakes, lol. I baked it, and Hayoon helped me decorate it. She has more of an artistic touch with baking. I may want to do this trend for the others’ birthdays too. It all depends on how much you like it.’

Yoongi felt something in his eyes as he shook his head, clearing his throat. He felt his tears dry up thanks to his dry eyes but overall, he was moved. He made a mental note to do this trend for her on her birthday, for sure.

“Hello Kitty is what she likes...” He thought out loud.

All of this was so...generous and kind of her. It made him feel so appreciated and loved. He checked out the merch in the box, which consisted of a black Kumamon shirt, a Kumamon phone case, a small plush and much more merch that he’d be pleased to have in his room.

Pulling out his phone, he gave her a quick text.

Yoongi: Swing by the studio when you can

While he waited for her, he took a photo of his haul and tweets, ‘Smartie is something else...I’m very thankful and overwhelmed with joy. #SUGA’

ARMY would immediately tweet, wishing him a happy birthday and talking about Jen giving him the haul of gifts.

‘YoonJen is so precious.’

‘I wish my friends would do something like that for me. I’m jealous’

‘She really made him a Kumamon cake tho! I can’t! This is making me cry’

‘Why are there tears in my eyes?’

‘Wishing him another year of success and happiness!’

‘She has got to be one of the kindest souls ever. She went out her way for him on his birthday.’

‘Wait she actually baked that for him!? OMG I ship it!’

‘AWWWWWW!’

‘KUMAMON!! Of course!’

Soon after, the members would tweet about it, instantly once they saw the photo of the cake.

‘WAIT SHE MADE THAT FOR YOU!? Where’s my cake!? #JIMIN’

‘I’m feeling some type of way... #JK’

'I want some!! #JHOPE'

‘Too cute! #V’

‘Wait she BAKED!? AGAIN!? Where were we!? #JIN’

Yoongi chuckled at their responses and tweets ‘Be jealous #SUGA’

‘So...you aren’t going to share?? #RM’

10 minutes later she arrived. “Yo! I see you got the stuff! Happy birthday!” She beamed.

As soon as he saw her walk in, he immediately got out of his seat and pulled her into his arms. As he wrapped his arms around her for a firm hug, she was taken by surprise and stood there, shocked.

“Thank you, Jennifer.” He murmured against her.

The sound of her name caught her by surprise. He only called her smartie these days, and to hear him say her full name, made her believe that this was something that he was extremely happy about.

She let out a chuckle and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tight.

“Of course.” She released him. “Oh, and another thing, I wanted to tell you that I’m ready to show you my skills on the launchpad.” She pointed it out.

He responded with a proud smile and gestured for her to sit with him.

“But it could wait, I mean, you sure you wanna work on your birthday? Don’t you want to chill?” she added.

“My work is never done and besides, I’m in a working mood. How about you consider this as your other gift to me? Show me.”

“All righty.” She set everything up.

Yoongi listened and watched intently as her fingers moved skillfully on the launchpad. She decided to perform BTS’ Tomorrow since she’s been playing around with it, and he wasn’t disappointed. There was something there and he just stared at her even after she finished. He wasn’t even aware she finished until she spoke.

“Well...what do you think?”

“I’m gonna have a talk with Namjoon, Hobi and Slow Rabbit.”

“Why?”

“I think you should consider working behind the scenes with us for our albums. There’s something there.”

“I kind of low-key wanted to.”

“We’ll take it one day at a time. For now, your homework is to practice Cypher PT 3. And without Tae. Good God, I don’t wanna hear him rap it.” He sighed and rubbed his temples.

She laughed. “I’ll try my best not to practice around him. I do think you should consider-“

“No.”

“But Tae would be so enthusiastic-“

“No.”

“He’s so eager-“

“No.”

��He has passi-“

“No.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Boo!”

“Yeah, yeah...By the way, after we have some free time during our upcoming I Need U promotions, we’re gonna have a date.” He announced.

“What’s the dress code?”

“A-game, don’t forget the sneakers. We have a date on the court.” He smirked competitively

“I’m down. Keep me posted.”

“And smartie?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for everything.”

“Always.”

---

During Namjoon’s Do You MV filming, the members decided to surprise him when he was on break. They walked in with bags of chicken, while Namjoon sat on the couch on his phone.

“Hello!” Jimin shouted.

“YO! YO! YO! YO! YOOOOOOOO! We have arrived!” Jen happily yelled, walking in with the rest of the members like a hurricane. The rest of the members shout randomly as Namjoon, covered his ears, whining. Jen let out a laugh.

Looks like the room won’t be quiet anymore.

“Hey leader, oppa’s here!” Tae beamed.

“The chicken has arrived!” Yoongi announced.

“You look good, that outfit is on point,” Jen told him as she greeted him with a hug. As they all sat down, getting situated, they discussed how nice Namjoon looked on video while they munched on the chicken. “Is it weird shooting alone?”

“Very. But now that you guys are here, maybe I spoke too soon, it’s so loud now.” He joked with a laugh.

“Well, you look cool. I think I can speak for everyone that we can’t wait to see what you have been working on.”

After the break, the members watch with Namjoon, clips of the filmed MV. Jen began dancing to the song with the other members.

“He’s so cool,” Jimin said proudly.

“He is going to do really well, I believe in him. He’s going to be great.” Yoongi guaranteed.

“I’m so proud of this guy, he’s worked so hard. I’m a proud baby sister.” She placed a hand over her heart as she looked at the Bangtan Bomb camera.

----

Finally, on April 5th, BTS began their jacket shooting in Gyeongju, for their upcoming album. Jen still hadn’t had her hair dyed yet, but her hair was styled straight with bangs this time.

Recently, her hair began to get damaged because sometimes the stylists wouldn’t know what to do with her African American hair, putting way too much heat. The last straw was when she noticed her hair breaking off, so she talked with Big Hit, asking if she could use one of Angelina’s stylists, who would come to Korea at times to do her hair more protectively, or even do her own hair when she could. She had to speak up on her hair, she kept quiet for too long.

She was happy they accepted her request and even went a step further to make the stylists learn about taking care of her hair so this wouldn't happen again. Jennie was grateful they were mindful of her hair. She did not want to go bald anytime soon.

For the jacket shooting, she wore a white blouse with blue jeans, along with a black hat on her head. They greeted the director and began shooting at the beach for Hwa Yang Yeon Hwa pt.1.

She sat in between Rapmon and Jin as photos were snapped away, bringing off a more mature vibe this time with their new concept.

“Jesus...for April, it sure is cold. But when you’re near the water, it’s always colder. I should’ve worn a heavier jacket.” She mentioned.

“I’ll keep you warm!” Tae wrapped his arms around her from behind, having the blanket he had on his back, wrap around her too.

“Why are you so warm!?” She exclaimed as they walked near the ocean.

When everyone gathered around, Jennie shivered violently.

“Wh-why.” She shivered while Tae placed a big jacket on her, holding her close. “I don’t do cold!”

He grabbed her hands and began to blow his hot breath on them, in hopes to soothe her. He took great care of her to make sure she was warm. She was grateful for his kind gestures.

After waiting as each member took their concept photos, Jennie and Jin met up for their photos together as they stood back to back. Jin looked ahead while Jen turned her head to the side as if looking back at him. She then wrapped her arms around herself, as the photos were snapped away, looking serious.

As they took more photos, Jimin and Jungkook watched them from a distance.

“Wah...so pretty.” Jimin admired Jennie’s visuals.

“Very,” Jungkook murmured.

“So...Jungkookie...I wanted to tell you about Ennie’s massage skills.” Jimin decided to tease him, smiling mischievously. “She gave me the most amazing massage a few days ago. It was great!”

“Is that so?” Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue, trying to ignore him.

“Yeah, her hands do wonders. I didn’t know she was that talented. It was so relaxing.”

“Uh huh...”

“Have you ever gotten a massage from her? You’re missing out. I was the first one to get a massage from her too, I feel so special.”

“Shut up, Hyung...”

“Hehehehe. Someone’s mad~.”

“I’m not mad!” He grumbled.

“We were in her room, too-“ Jimin groaned in pain when he was suddenly punched in the arm.

Jungkook stormed off. “I want a massage...” He grumbled to himself, while Jimin walked after him, laughing hysterically.

He really fell for it.

After Jen was done with her photos with Jin, she cheered.

“Woo!” She opened her palms, raising them high as Jin high fived her. He places his palms down as she mer his hands for a low five, and then they jump up, bumping chests.

“SeokJen in the house!” She performed his traffic dance with him.

“Hey, this is a great warm up! I’m feeling warm!” He laughed.

She continued shooting photos alone, walking around, with the ocean in the background, looking angelic, yet mature. Losing the baby fat in her face, gained her more of a mature look with this concept.

After the shooting, she walked past Taehyung and Jungkook goofing around, as Kookie attempted to juggle with heat packs. Acting mischievous, she slapped the heat packs that were tossed in the air by him and continued to innocently walk away.

“Now you’re going to pay.” He dropped the other heat packs and ran after her.

“Wait! Wait!” She yelled in panic, trying to run for her life. Instantly he grabbed her from behind, lifting her up over his shoulder. “Tae! Help!”

“Why did she even bother to run?” Taehyung laughed.

When they go inside, they continue their shooting in a room. Jen was filmed in the bathroom with the bathroom mirror fogged up as she wrote ‘He’ll change’ on it. Then she shot photos with Namjoon as he sat on the toilet and her in the tub without any water in it.

When she finished up, she watched Tae and Jungkook shoot photos on the bed and ended up giggling at Jungkook dozing off. “He’s so out of it. It’s so cute.”

On April 11th, BTS began their I Need U filming. For the music video, Jen kept on a white butterfly necklace throughout the entire filming, as she first wore a black pajama shirt with pants.

She stood in a bedroom with a Korean actor near her age, portraying her abusive boyfriend. She faced the camera, questioning what her concept was. “My concept is an abusive relationship. I play a naïve teenage girl who is infatuated with this boy but he’s not all who he seems to be. She left her family just to be with him, too. It’s very sad. Her boyfriend will begin to get more aggressive when things don’t go his way. She’ll even be in denial of what he’s been doing, too.”

“She unexpectedly gets hit by him and he’ll say sorry and say it won’t happen again," she added. "A lot of abusive couples go through that. She’ll foolishly forgive him, believing that he’ll change. And then he’ll end up cheating on her with her best friend. Ah...so, grimy. I thought it was cliché when I was told what I’ll be doing but honestly, you’d be surprised how much this stuff happens. This stuff happens in real life. A guy can be abusive but also a woman can be abusive too and I feel as though there isn’t enough recognition for men out there getting abused by women. It could be emotional, not just physical. They may think it’s funny to see a guy get abused by a chick but freak out when a chick is abused by a guy. I feel as though both parties should be treated as serious matters.”

Jen stood with the actor, hearing the director’s instructions.

“You’ll barge in. Yell at him for forgetting your birthday. We just need shots of you arguing, so improvise, say whatever works.” The director instructed. “Then he’s going to grab you.”

The male actor grabbed Jen’s arms and shook her softly, getting the feel of what he was supposed to do. The two of them end up laughing.

“The actor is such a nice guy, so it’s going to be interesting working with him because he’s so nice.” She said on camera. “I think it’ll be difficult for me to think of what to say in this situation since I’ve never experienced it.”

“And...action!”

Jen stormed into the bedroom, watching her boyfriend playing video games.

Disgust was shown on her features as she sternly asked, “Where were you!?”

Her boyfriend sighed and shot her a dirty look. “What are you screaming about?”

“I said where were you?” She snatched the controller out of his hands and tossed it to the side. “I was waiting for you, how the heck could you forget my birthday!?”

He stood up and got in her face. “What the hell was that for!?”

“One special day and you weren’t there, it’s like you don’t even care at all! I’m always there for you, why can’t you give more to me like I do for you?! This happens all the time!” She exclaimed.

“Cut!” The director announced. “Jennie, this time say that you’re done. And we’ll get into the grabbing sequence.”

Jennie nodded as the actor smiled at her. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” He told her.

“I’m sure I can take it.” She reassured him.

“Action!”

“You know what? I can’t do this anymore. I’m done.” She turned around but he roughly grabbed her wrist, forcefully turning her back to face him. Suddenly his large arms grabbed a hold of her, shaking her as she flinched.

“You are NOT going to leave me! You’re nothing without, do you hear me!?” He shouted as she started to whimper in fear.

“Stop it!” She shouted, trying to push him off. “Get off of me!” She finally shoved him off and hastily backed up. “What is wrong with you!?”

He grabbed a beer bottle and threw it near her, on the ground, making her yelp as she started running away.

“Get back here!” He shouted and ran after her.

The cameras quickly followed them. Jen managed to run into the bathroom and lock the door as a camera was filming her from inside the bathroom. A frightened facial expression was shown on her face as she watched the door shake violently from him banging his fists.

“OPEN THE DOOR!” His scream caused Jennie to flinch involuntarily.

His acting was off the charts. She was genuinely scared as her chest rose up and down at a quick pace. She let out a shriek when he finally kicked open the door.

“Please no...” She whimpered, backing up in fear. He slammed the door shut in front of the camera, as the scene only had the door shown.

“Cut! Good.” The director praised.

“You all right?” He smiled apologetically.

“Your acting is no joke. I was actually scared.” She praised.

After those shots, Jen sat down to get her makeup done, as the rest of the members began their shooting. The stylists had made sure Jen’s eyeliner and mascara weren’t waterproof so when she cried, it could run and be messy. Her cheek looked like she had been backslapped in the face.

Once she was done, the director let her sit in the shower with her knees up to her chest, with water running down on her. She had to cry for this one, so it took her a few moments before the tears began to flow. After they got enough shots of that, they led her to stare at her reflection in the mirror, examining the bruise on her face. She frowned, looking hurt that he would put his hands on her.

“I have never been heartbroken in my life, yet, so I hope my acting is believable for the cheating scene,” Jennie said on camera. “I’m glad I’m doing this cheating scenario, coming up. I feel like in your youth, you will get heartbroken and it’s a part of life. Whether it’s dating, one sided love, death, or any struggle. But overcoming it...I think that’s a beautiful thing.”

Jen had changed into a grey sweater and jeans, her face not bruised anymore. She pondered how she would act if a guy cheated on her in real life.

“I honestly have no idea what I might do if someone cheats on me. If I had my bat from Danger, I could beat him with it...but I’d like not to get a record.” She grinned innocently.

“I need you two to improvise.” The director said. He decided to let them have more freedom in this scene. “Bang on his chest, yell, scream at him.”

“Can I slap you?” She asked straightforwardly, earning a laugh from the actor and those in the background.

“I don’t mind.”

Getting in position, she stood outside the hallway of the bedroom. Exhaling, she thought of her sister, Vienna. She was cheated on back in high school. It made her never want to date again and just hook up with guys instead of a commitment. She’ll never forget that day of her yelling and screaming at him on the phone, as Alani tried to calm her down.

Jungkook and Jimin were watching her film behind the cameras. They were impressed at how well she was doing, despite her beginning nervousness with the concept. Jungkook had clenched his fists when he saw the actor grab her, previously, feeling protective.

“Go Jennie!” Taehyung cheered her on. Her sad expression changed into a bright smile as she shot him a finger heart.

“Action!”

Jen barged into the bedroom to find a girl in her boyfriend’s lap, making out. She stood there, frozen, as she watched them with disappointment and hurt in her face.

“My heart...” Jimin murmured as he watched her broken facial expression.

Jungkook felt something in his chest when he saw the hurt in her eyes. It was something he never wanted to see.

Jennie scoffed at the sight, shaking her head as she made her way out of the room. Storming down the hallway, her boyfriend quickly followed her, trying to catch her.

“W-wait!” He shouted. “It’s not what it looks like-“ He’s cut off by a strong slap in the face.

The slap was heard throughout the room as all the attention was on the two lovers. The sound of the slap even made Jungkook and Jimin flinch as they watched with interest.

Jennie began to violently bang on his chest, trying to hit him as he attempted to stop her. “Why!? Why would you do this to me!?” She screamed as tears began to appear in her eyes. He attempted to hug her but she fought out of his arms.

“Get off of me!” She screamed and shoved him away. She stared at him with disbelief as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Jennie...look-“

“My best friend though!? My best friend!? I knew this would happen!”

“If you knew this was going to happen why did you come back to me!? Why didn’t you just leave!?”

“Because I love you! And I’m so damn foolish to love you but I can’t help it! You’re supposed to be my everything, my heart, my soul!” Her voice began to sound raspy from the anger. “I’ve been loyal to you since day one! Day one! Your ride or die! Your support! Your love and you gonna do me like this!?” Her voice cracked.

Jungkook stared at her as she acted, wanting to walk in the shot right then and there to pull her in for a hug. Jimin glanced at him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s just acting, Jungkookie. She’s okay.” He reassured.

“Y-yeah. I know...But I would never do that to her...”

Jimin smiled at his statement. “Oh really? Tell me more.”

“I-ignore what I said, hyung.”

“Sounds to me like you-“

“I think it’s your turn to film, hyung!”

Meanwhile, with Jennie, she wasn’t expecting to tear up so soon, but she got so into the acting, that it worked as the tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Why? Why would you do this to me? I have never done you wrong! I forgave you for hitting me, I forgave you for missing my birthday but this? My best friend?! I’ve had enough!”

“Wow.” Yoongi looked on with Namjoon.

“I sincerely thought this was real, the way she was screaming at him.” Namjoon glanced at the camera filming their reactions.

After her shots were done, she checked out how it looked from the screen.

“Ah, I feel like I could’ve done better but as I’m watching myself since they only want the video, not the sound of us arguing, it looks passionate. I’m proud of the results.” She mentioned.

Filming continued late at night. In Hongdae, shooting a scene playing around while eating burritos. The members laugh hysterically as they toss food at each other. Jen stole a bite out of Jin’s burrito, and he shoved her burrito in her face.

“Hey!”

“HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” His trademark laugh filled her ears. “I didn’t think it would be that bad, I’m sorry.”

The next day, at night, Jin is filmed driving a car with Suga in the passenger seat.

“I’m trusting you with my life.” Jennie teased as she sat in the back with Jimin, Hobi and Jungkook.

Tae and Rapmon were watching while Jin drove in circles. Everyone decided to go home while Jungkook prepared to film his individual scene in an alley in Itaewon. Jennie decided to stay with him, instead of going back to the dorm like the others.

“I think Jungkook has the saddest story in I Need U. First, he gets beaten up and then ran over by a car. What has he done to the world?” She questioned on camera. “I’m a little worried to see him get beat up.”

“You needn’t.” He said behind her with a smile. “I’m very happy that she decided to stay with me. The hyungs decided to leave. They abandoned me. But not her.”

Jen watched in the background as Jungkook was filmed bumping into some bad guys, played by their managers. When she watched the first scene with him from the camera, she nodded in approval. “Nice job, Kookie.”

She watched Jungkook stroll down the alleyway until he was shoved harshly against the security gate, making a loud sound.

She cringed at the sight. “Oh dear...”

After filming that scene, Jungkook had his makeup done to look like he had gotten beaten up as they filmed him getting tossed against the gate once more.

“This is intense,” Jennie murmured.

She was impressed at his acting, he made it believable with his facial expressions. But she had the urge to hug him as she watched him get tossed around.

When was this over? She didn’t want to see him like that.

After his filming was done, she rushed up to him, pulling him in for a hug.

“Why do you gotta make things so realistic? That was intense.” She exclaimed as he smiled at her concern.

“Did I worry you?” He teased, feeling happy that she cared so much about him.

Before heading back to the dorm, the two of them decided to go get something to eat because Jen was craving French fries and chose to get a big plate of them so they could share.

“You have salt on your lips.” She pointed out, taking a napkin to gently wipe his lips. Jungkook stared at her with lingering eyes at the closeness.

“There. It was bothering me.” She looked up, meeting his intense gaze. He looked away, feeling his face warm up after being caught staring. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Nah, it’s just that you have pretty eyes.”

“That’s a first.” She smiled.

“No one has never said that before?”

“Not really. They’re just brown. I don’t think it’s that big of a deal.”

“Well, I think it’s a big deal.” He countered. “Let’s go on a compliment spree, back and forth.”

“All right. Your bunny smile is really cute, I’ll admit.”

He flashed her a grin. “You have a nice voice.”

“Your singing voice is very sweet.”

“I saw the video Hobi filmed on Twitter. You dance well. Way different from before.”

“Better than you?” She teased.

“Let’s not get that far, I’m the Golden Maknae, after all.”

“Blah, blah...” She grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them in his mouth. “Eat and shut your face.”

He laughed at her. “Do you think I’ve become manlier?”

“Hm...” She examined him. “Nope!”

“Y-yah!” He exclaimed while she giggled at his shocked expression.

After more chatting, they were down to the end of their meal. "Last piece. Who gets it?” She asked.

“Staring contest?” He offered.

“You’re on.” She leaned in, taking him off guard as he gulped. “Nervous? All you gotta do is blink and I’ll back away~.”

“Never. I’m not losing.” He kept his eyes open, widening them as he stared at her.

Out of nowhere, he grabbed the last fry, shoving it in his mouth before she could comprehend what he had done.

“Wow, Kookie...really?”

“Hehehehe.”

-------

For the next day of filming, Jennie put on a white dress, black heels and red lipstick. “I look old...” She checked out her outfit. “I own this dress, it was in my closet for some time. Colors play a key role for me in HYYH. As you can see, I’m wearing white. What does white stand for? Purity. Red, well, it’s more of an intense color than white. It can mean aggression, anger and violence. Keep that in mind for the future.”

She was briefly filmed sitting at the dining room table alone, with a knife on the table, contemplating in irritation. She wanted to hurt him. Hurt him for treating her so wrong. For betraying her. For hitting her, everything that he had done wrong to her, she wanted to hurt him for.

She stood up, walking around the table until she heard the door open and close to reveal her boyfriend. With her back to him, she glanced at the knife as the camera panned down to her hand grabbing a hold of it, ending the shot as a cliffhanger.

After she finished the individual shot, she bowed. “I am a hot mess in this music video.” She declared with a laugh. “Like they say, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!”

----

A few days later, the members decided to take care of some business, doing their respective activities for the day which left the 97 Liners in the dorm to chill.

Jennie happily chose this time to watch a show that Angelina wanted her to check out, while Jungkook played video games in the living room. As Jungkook gamed, he overheard her talking on the phone as she left her room to walk to the kitchen.

“GIRL! I just finished the eighth episode.” He heard her say and paused as she listened to Angelina speak to her on the other line.

She went through the cabinets as she began to speak again. “This show is crazy, Angie! So many plot twists, I dunno who to trust, hahah!” She grabbed a bag of chips and poured them into a bowl. “Uh huh, yeah that part messed me up...she’s such a bitch, I hope she gets what’s coming to her...But oh my God, you warned me but I wasn’t expecting him to look that good. He’s so sexy, though! His muscles? That grin? Lord Jesus, I’m deceased!”

Jungkook let out a chuckle at her fangirling in her Native tongue. When she was back in her room, he continued to game for another hour until he decided to approach her door.

“Who?” She questioned at the sudden knocking.

“Jeon Cena.”

“Will I be Attitude Adjusted if I let you in?”

He smirked at her statement. “No, Milady. I come in peace.”

“Enter my realm.”

He grinned and walked into her room, shutting the door behind him as he saw her watching some American show with her laptop connected to an HDMI cord on her TV. Her hair was in a messy bun and she wore her Hello Kitty pajama shirt and shorts. He thought she looked cute.

Jen smiled brightly and paused her show to give him her full attention. “Hey!”

“Hey. You free to talk?”

“Yeah. What’s up?”

He crossed his arms, deciding to ask her something that’s been on his mind all day. The sound of annoyance in his voice was heard as he asked, “So, you gave Jimin a massage?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. He complained about his shoulder. I offered.” She shrugged.

‘And not me?’ He wanted to ask, clenching his jaw.

“One of my cousins is a massage therapist and taught me some things when I was younger.” He heard her continue her statement. “It helped me loosen up my muscles when I first began to dance professionally. Now I’m used to the soreness. I told Jimin about the fun fact, and he asked.”

“That’s...actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” He looked down at his feet, trying to figure out how to ask her. “C-can I...get a massage from you?”

She let out a soft laugh. “It’ll cost you.”

Looking up at her, he nodded as his face began to heat up. “Ah, okay. I need to get my wallet.” He turned around.

She laughed at his actions. He didn’t catch her sarcasm. “Get on the bed. I’m messing with you.”

Her statement caused him to reveal his bunny smile on his features as he eagerly sat on her bed.

‘That was easier than I thought. I should stop overthinking.’ He happily thought as she turned her show back on.

He watched her get off the bed, to walk over to her dresser. He couldn’t help but stare at her bare legs in her shorts. Her working out with him has been paying off because he could see the definition in her legs. It was safe to say that she had one of the nicest legs that he had ever seen and wondered why she didn’t show them off more.

‘I should stop looking.’ He turned away, to look at the show on her TV instead.

After a few moments, the temptation got to him as he couldn’t help but slowly drift his eyes back to her legs, inching higher this time.

“Where?” She had asked him while searching for her massage stuff in the drawer as he kept staring at the back of her legs.

‘A lot of places, actually...’ He thought to himself, averting his eyes from going higher than her thick thighs. ‘Don’t stare...don’t creep her out. Don’t stare at her ass, Jungkook, what are you doing?’

“Hello? Earth to Kook?” Jen had turned around to face him, catching his attention.

“Y-yeah?”

“I asked where did you need a massage?”

“Oh. Right. My back.”

“Got it.” She turned back around to gather up what she needed.

Jungkook stood up from the bed, with his back to her, reaching behind his neck to grab the collar of his shirt. Pulling his shirt up, he took it off and tossed it on her bed. All that was left on his upper body was the short bunny necklace around his neck that she had gotten him for Christmas.

Jennie turned around with bottles of massage oils in her hands. When she caught a glimpse of his muscular back she widened her eyes and accidentally dropped her supplies. The sudden clutter of noise caught Jungkook's attention as he turned around abruptly, giving her a full view of his muscular torso.

“You all right?” He asked, walking up to her.

“Ye-ah, y-yeah, just fine.” She kneeled to quickly pick up her belongings, placing them on the bed.

Jungkook watched her as he replayed her statement in his head.

‘Did she...stutter?’ He pondered as he watched her avert her eyes from his chest, trying not to look anywhere near his way.

He fought the urge to smile as he appreciated the gesture. The fact that she tried not to stare filled him with pride. He’s worked hard for them, after all. And only getting muscular as the months go by.

‘I’m making her nervous...’ He confirmed.

Normally it would be her that made him nervous. But now that the tables have turned, he wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.

“You need help with anything?” He decided to get closer to her again to see her reaction.

She instantly shook her head and took a step back, desperately trying not to look down his chest, keeping her eyes on his face.

“Nope, nope. I gotta get something from the kitchen real quick. Just hang tight for a moment.”

“Okay.”

Once she left, he smirked, feeling good about himself. ‘She’s cute when she’s nervous like that.’ He thought as he waited for her.

When she came back, she had found Smarties in the kitchen and placed them on her nightstand.

Facing him, she looked up into his eyes, still trying her best not to let her eyes wander. “I’m no pro, I only know a few basics, but it’s more than enough to help me with the aches and pains. I highly suggest a hot bath or shower to loosen up the muscles.”

“Got it.” He nodded curtly, walking over to the bed.

Before laying down, he decided to stretch deeply, raising his arms up in the air. He let out a soft moan as he stretched and discreetly peeked over to see if she was staring. He was not disappointed at the result.

When she accidentally glanced at him stretching, watching his muscles tighten, she quickly looked away.

‘Oh, oh no. No, no, no. Jen no. You shouldn’t be looking.’ She thought nervously.

She’d never seen him shirtless like this before and it was making her feel on edge. It caught her off guard since she wasn’t used to seeing him like that. They were comfortable around each other but something about him today made her nervous. But not in a bad way as she felt like her face was on fire.

Was she beginning to blush? Thankfully her dark skin didn’t give it away so easily.

“Everything okay, baby girl?”

He didn’t know where he got his confidence from, but somehow he ended up asking her, as she didn’t hear the teasing in his voice. He felt no nervousness at all and seemed to run on his confidence because the sight of her being nervous around him for the first time boosted his ego. Maybe she thought he was manly now, after asking her so many times in the past.

It felt satisfying.

“Huh? Y-yeah, everything’s fine.” She decided to fix her messy bun, turning her back to him.

Any way to get away from the sight. They were getting older, so it should be natural that things like this would happen, right?

“Actually, can you check something before you do my back? I think I’m feeling a little sore on my arm.” He made up a white lie, to see her reaction.

She closed her eyes for a moment, attempting to contain her composure.

‘Oh, Lord have mercy.’ She thought as she turned to him. “Your arm?”

“Uh huh. If that’s okay.” He flashed her a smile and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

‘Say no. Say no, right now. Don’t do it, don’t you do it, do NOT do it.’ She tried to warn herself.

“A-all right, show me.” She took a seat next to him, having no choice but to reluctantly turn her eyes to his bare torso.

He flexed his arm for her, in a slow manner, revealing the definition of his arm muscles.

‘Oh no, I should not be in this position, right now. I shouldn’t be staring but his muscles are really...’ She ended her thought when he gently grabbed her wrist, feeling the warmth of his hand.

She watched him place her palm on his bare shoulder and he slowly ran it down his bicep, making sure she could feel his strength.

“Riiiiiiiight here.” He declared. “Maybe I stretched it out too much? What do you think?”

“Um...” She trailed off, running her hand on his strong arm. “You really feel tense here.” She stated as he watched her intently.

“Am I? Well, could you...also, massage that as well? I would really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, um, let’s begin with your back first. Lay down. On your stomach.”

She got off the bed. He fulfilled her request and she sat next to his body. Thanks to him lying on his stomach, she felt less nervous but still felt some type of way about his muscular back.

“Never thought I’d be doing this to you. Jimin runs his mouth. But I like taking care of you, so I can’t complain. You’ve been my dance partner and personal trainer in the gym. I’ve been your nurse, best friend and massage therapist. What’s next on the agenda?”

“I have a couple of titles in mind...” He murmured to himself as he heard her open a bottle of the massage oil.

“I’m gonna need you to communicate with me while I do this, okay? Tell me what feels good and what doesn’t. And the areas you want me to focus on.”

“Got it.”

“And you can ignore me if I end up making random comments, I’m still fixated on Empire.”

“What’s that?”

“The show I’ve been watching. That’s why I was on the phone with Angelina. I blame her.” She poured the oil on her hands. “This’ll be a little cold, but you’ll warm up once your blood starts circulating.”

She ran her hands over his back, straight up and back down as he sighed in content. She smiled at his reaction. At least he was relaxed.

“Did you...do this to Jimin?” He suddenly asked.

“Nah, he wasn’t on my bed or anything. Nothing like this.”

‘Did this pabo lie to me to get me jealous so I could ask her?’ He pondered in annoyance. ‘I’m going to kill him.’

Jen multitasked while glancing at her show and listening to his reactions as she began to rub in circular motions. Jungkook thought her hands felt like heaven. His back was sore from all the dance practices and was grateful she was there to help him out.

“You’re tense, Kookie. Like all over. What’s on your mind?”

“A lot of things.”

“Care to share?”

“Ah, just making sure this comeback is a good one.” He let out another contented sigh.

“I swear, your muscles weren’t this big.” She thought out loud. “I’m not used to seeing you shirtless, so it caught me by surprise.”

“Do you like them?”

“They’re nice. Impressive. Hard work is paying off. I think I’m toning up too, what do you think?”

“Your legs are really nice. I think you should show them off more.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Maybe.”

Suddenly, he let out a soft groan and she stopped.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” She asked in alarm when she pressed into his muscle tissue with more pressure.

“Nah. Keep doing that. It feels nice.”

“Lemme know if it hurts.” She continued what she was doing and made sure to massage his arm like he wanted as well.

After 30 minutes, she noticed that he had fallen asleep and his breathing had gotten slower. She let him rest on her bed, placing a blanket on him. Later, she heard a cute bark and saw their dog Tony trying to jump on the bed.

Jungkook and Jennie finally agreed to name their dog Tony. It was cute and suited him well. Iron Man won this round but the next thing they got that required a name was going to be Captain America related.

Letting out a giggle, she picked Tony up and placed him on the bed. He went right to Jungkook, walking on his back, curling up into a ball to rest.

Jennie smiled at the cute sight and decided to take a photo for the adorable memory. For a moment, she watched as Jungkook slept and started to run a hand through his soft hair, feeling elated. She then turned her attention back to her show, making sure the volume wasn't too loud to disturb his rest.

She went through two more episodes while he continued to sleep.

“No way!” She whispered in a hushed yell, watching another plot twist in the show.

She glanced over at Jungkook who moved in his sleep. With Tony not on the bed anymore, Jungkook was sleeping on his back now with the cover still on him. She let out a soft chuckle at how cute he looked as he slept. The way his mouth was open, and how he looked like a baby. She was happy that he was resting. He and Jimin had been going to the dance studio more often as the comeback neared. She didn’t want him to work himself too hard.

She affectionately ran her hand through his soft hair again, checking up on him to make sure he was still fine. Then, her phone vibrated and rang at a low volume, interrupting her thoughts as she checked the Caller ID.

Jin.

“What’s up?” She answered.

“Hey, Jennie. The boys are on their way back, and should be back at the dorm in less than five minutes.” He said, causing her to almost drop her phone, hastily getting off the bed.

“Oh, really? Okay!” She managed to say as she looked back at Jungkook.

She needed to get him out of her room.

ASAP.

She did not want to see what would happen if the guys found him, in her bed, shirtless, asleep. And it didn’t look any better with her hair disheveled. It would give the wrong impression, and they wouldn’t be able to hear the end of it. And the way the guys’ minds like to be dirty, she would like to avoid their teasing at all costs, and she knew Jungkook would want that too.

“I’ll be home soon, at the store. I wanted to ask if you needed anything?”

“Um, yeah, actually, could I get some more pads?” She requested.

Ever since he caught her when she had her period accident, Jin had been looking out for her, ever since, buying her anything she needed to make her time of the month as painless as possible.

“Of course. I’ll buy two packs. See you when I get home.”

“Thank you!” She said her goodbyes and hung up, tossing her phone on the bed. “Okay.” She turned to the sleeping bunny.

How was she going to wake him up?

“Kook, wake up.” She called out.

No answer.

Sitting on her bed, she started to shake him but got no response. Of all times, he wanted to be a heavy sleeper he chose now. But she was the one who put him to sleep anyway, so she should be praising her hand skills.

It made her happy to get him to relax. The way he trusted her to massage him even though she wasn't a professional. She enjoyed these moments with him.

She shook him more roughly. “Kook, wake up. You gotta get out of my room, they’re coming back soon!”

She sighed at his lack of response. “You mean to tell me I need to pinch him like Jin?” She pondered as she tried to look for an alternative method. Looking around her bed, she grabbed one of her pillows.

“Wake up!” She started hitting his face with the pillow.

Waking up and realizing that he was getting hit with the pillow, he grabbed a hold of her wrists and pinned her down on the bed, making her shriek in surprise.

“Oh, hey, you’re awake.” She looked up at him.

“What was that for?” He asked, sleepily.

“Well, I’ve been trying to wake you up for a while. The guys are coming back. You are in my room. You are shirtless in my room. And right now, you are on top of me, shirtless, in my room. If they see us like this...we’re done for. Let’s not give them something to tease us about for months. And if Jin sees us...” She cringed at the thought

“Yeah, we’re dead.” He let out a chuckle and got off of her.

He helped her up and grabbed his shirt, putting it on. Both getting off the bed, they try to straighten up, so it can look like she did not give him a massage.

“Wait! Your shirt!” She called out in panic.

“What about it?”

“It’s inside out!” She hastily took it off him, since it was inside out, and turned it back and placed it back on him. “Wait, we need to fix your hair!” She started messing around with it, trying her best to make it look neat as he laughed at her attempts. “This isn’t funny!”

“It kind of is.”

“Okay, now go. Play video games, act normal.” She pushed him out of her room

"All right, all right. But one more thing,"

"What's up?"

"Thank you for the massage. It felt great,"

She smiled, "Of course. Whenever you need one just ask. I'm here,"

"I'll keep that in mind," he was happy about the offer as he shut her door and went back to playing his game.

A minute later, the members made their way back to the dorm, while Jen continued to watch her show.

“Jennie! Here are your things.” Jin came into her room, handing her the bag.

“Much appreciated.”

“So, anything interesting happened while we were gone?”

“Nah, I’m catching up on some American shows while Kook is gaming like usual. Same ol’ same ol’.” She smiled.

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