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CAESAR AUGUSTUS AND MARCUS LICINIUS CRASSUS
this is about the spolia opima that crassus was robbed of lmao. like, yeah okay octavian could've asked him not to claim it, but nevertheless. a kind of theft happened there.
Fact and Fiction: Crassus, Augustus, and the Spolia Opima, Catherine McPherson
#this is one from the vaults I started a few months ago and finally finished. itâs always the furniture details that put things on hold lmao#the former co consuls are fightinggggg (?)#rome is built on top of other people. this is about both the imperialism-slavery machine and the way that all these guys would#politically devour their own generation to sit on a throne. etc. anyway. octavian specifically sits on a throne of other peopleâs#accomplishments. thatâs a specific kind of debt to carry around your neck. or theft depending on who is doing what#this was theft. anything involving Agrippa was a gift so thereâs an obligation to succeed which is itâs own kind of currency so to speak#sugghrhfh. every crassus always has to be like this. in my heart i always root for whoever decides to go up against rome#and then i'm stuck with the guy who should've got a spolia opima like. congrats on your win. i guess. i think. RIP.#ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT. while im talking about this crassus. domina fucking sucks. what an absolute clusterfuck of a show#anyway. if anyone ever does augustan age politics again. octavia would be a great character if you want to invent shit#but also more importantly octavian should seduce crassus for this. thank you.#octavian#marcus licinius crassus.....christ how do i write down that he's the grandson of my crassus. i'll figure it out later#roman empire tag#drawing tag
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This was by far not the first time that Brainy had spent the night with Nia Nal.
There had been many-a routine patrol that had led to this precise scenario in the past â of returning home in the early hours of the morning only to conclude that the logical course of action would be to cut travel time by simply spending their night together. Or, more accurately, what was left of it. Brainy was often expected back at the DEO well before sunrise and, with that in mind, Nia had offered her assistance by telling him to think of her place as a âsafe crash spaceâ. Somewhere heâd be welcome whenever he needed it, even if sleep was rarely a need he was compelled to satisfy.
He felt as though he might need it now. By the time theyâd left Jâonnâs place that evening, Brainy had to admit that he was starting to feel⊠off. His realignment had taken its toll in ways that were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Heâd already diverted several background processes to mitigate any physical side effects, but there was only so much he was able to do before even that began to fail him.
In short, his head was pounding.
He hadnât wanted to disclose such information to his friends, certainly not Nia. She had been through enough strife already, having contended with the most unsavoury aspects of his psyche, parts of himself he had never wished for anyone to see. The cold and calculating mentality that clouded his own judgement whenever his ancestors were given free reign over his mind. It was a ⊠self-preservation tactic, one he hated with every fibre of his being, that he wished wholeheartedly that he could take back. But⊠it had happened. And now, it was over. And somehow⊠Nia had still accepted his affections. Had invited him home, to her bed.
And there he lay, fingers linked across his chest, watching Nia from the corner of his eye as she slept soundly at his side. He had feared she would never find peace lying here with him, that by abandoning her, forcing her into danger just to satisfy his own selfish curiosity, would have amounted to something truly unforgivable in her eye. He hadnât disclosed exactly why he had done the things he had, and yet sheâd still accepted what little heâd been able to offer on their journey home from Shelley Island.
That it hadnât been him. That he was back.
Brainy only wished he could believe those words as surely as she.
The truth was, he had yet to feel fully himself again - to recapture everything his ancestors had shaken loose. He heard them still, a constant threat at the back of his mind, but their words had no power any longer. His fear and pain had given them full access to his thought tracks, the electric shocks administered to his implants offering just enough of a mental distraction to allow for their escape, to convince him that he needed them. Those mental cages had been locked and refortified a thousand times over since that slip-up, but even that didnât feel like enough. He would never Ââ could never â allow a mistake like that again.
But how could he explain that to Nia? What might she think of him if she knew the truth? Yes, he had admitted once that his ancestors were evilâcollectors and world-enders, destroyers. It would be something else to tell her that no matter how far he tried to run, no matter how long he lived, their actions would always be a part of him, in a way that far extended the comprehension of a biological mind.
Would she share a bed with him so easily then? Knowing that his mind housed the potential for great evil, that he alone had evaded the diabolical lineage that stretched back centuries, millennia?
All that and more rested at the tip of Brainyâs tongue, and he so wished that he could divulge everything to her now, to free himself from this guilt. But the dayâs events had left Nia exhausted and he could not wake her, could not be the cause for yet more of her pain.
This was his fault, it was alwaysâ
His thoughts turned to static when Nia shifted suddenly in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she rolled comfortably over to Brainyâs side of the bed.
His heart twisted inside his chest as he watched her. She was beautiful, astounding, her face a fine curve in the moonlight, her lashes fluttering in the midst of a dream well underway. Seeing her like that⊠Brainy could almost let himself relax.
That was until Niaâs arm slipped out from beneath covers, reaching instead for him.
He couldnât. He couldnât risk anything with her. Could not hurt her. Not again. NotâŠ
Brainy held his breath, rolling expertly out from under her wandering handâŠ
âŠand directly onto the floor.
The impact was jarring, rattling through his right side where his arm took the brunt of the fall. Had his head not felt like it was splitting in two, he may have recovered quick enough to evade Niaâs notice.
âBrainy?â Nia asked, her voice heavy and sleep laden. âYou okay?â
Brainy swore to himself. He sat up abruptly, peering nervously over the edge of the mattress and right into the worried gaze of one Nia Nal.
She stared back at him in confusion, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the heel of her hand.
âIâm fine,â Brainy said, quicker than heâd anticipated. He cleared his throat so hard he coughed, tilting his chin away from her. âJust â uh â a headache.â
âFrom the warehouse?â Nia asked, shifting in concern. âYou didnât look so hot when we left the island. Anything I can do?â She smothered a yawn with her fist, pushing herself up from the mattress. âWould aspirin work for you?â
Brainy swallowed down the urge to smile. Aspirin would do precisely nothing to dull this particular pain, but he didnât wish to discredit her attempt at helping.
âWorry not,â he assured her, bulking his claim with his usual bravado, âI am fully functional. It is nothing to concern yourself with. I-I simply need some air.â He made a swift shooing gesture, causing Nia to blink in surprise, before he made to stand. âReturn to your dreams, Nia Nal. I will be backâoh, would you look at that.â Without meeting her eye, he scooped his phone from the nightstand, gleaning through his recent text notifications with feigned interest. He paused, straightening out his stance. âA matter at the DEO requires my immediate attention. I willâsee you tomorrow.â He clumsily took her shoulder, narrowing his eyes. âAnd then we will talk more about what transpired today.â
âOkay,â Nia said slowly, in a tone that suggested she didnât quite believe his excuse. Brainy elected to play the fool for the time being; at least that way he could leave without any further questions being asked.
As he turned to leave, however, Nia took his hand. âBrainy, waitââ He stopped himself with some effort, practically bobbing on his feet with restless energy as he glanced her way. Niaâs face was open, worried, her eyes a brown shimmer in the dark. âAre you sure youâre okay?â
Brainy forced a smile. âPerfectly,â he lied, patting her hand with little grace. Even he couldnât deny that the gesture felt wooden to some degree, but under the circumstances he could do no better. His head was still roaring with guilt he could hardly contain, whispers from a dozen buried Brainiacs urging him to let loose a little â set them free.
All he said out loud was, âSleep tight, Nia Nal.â
Nia didnât get a chance to interrogate him further than that; he was out of the door in an instant, breathing out a sigh of relief the moment he found himself alone in the hallway. His head continued to throb, pain that pressed so insistently into his jaw that his teeth began to ache.
It didnât matter that there had been no such alert at the DEO, he would gladly take up a night shift simply to extenuate the noise inside his head. Perhaps he could even steal a few hours for himself somewhere quiet to try and rid of this pesky headache once and for all. After all, he was nothing if not efficient in the art of multitasking.
He knew it would not be that easy of course - his ancestors never were. Today, they had proven that even his strongest defences could be broken. No amount of reinforcement or careful mental manipulation would convince them to surrender the chance at attempting it again. And again. And again.
He would tell Nia, he promised strictly to himself. Tomorrow⊠when the voices were less persistent, perhaps.
And then⊠then she could decide for herself whether he was truly worthy of being â as she had called it â the big spoon.
#supergirl#supergirl fanfiction#nia nal#brainiac 5#brainia#querl dox#brainy#my writing#guess who's doing a supergirl rewatch ??#watching the season 4 finale again really made me nostalgic for that early brainia dynamic. and inhibited!brainy's personality#and i remembered ages ago joking about brainy just rolling right out of bed to avoid nia touching him during the space between season 4#and 5 and obviously - because it's me - decided to turn that cute joke into something incredibly angsty#lol hope you enjoy
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there are doctors there are hospitals there are specialists there is medicine there are systems in place so people do not have to suffer and be tortured under their own chronic pain daily and yet. they're all fucking inaccessible to the people who need it most!!! to what I would argue is most disabled people!! I'm so fucking done with the medical system.
#today is an absolutely wretched pain day that makes me want to not be here anymore but guess what!#wasted a whole year trying to convince my doctors I was in significant and disableing pain daily and the best they could do#is tell me to go to PT and to wait 6 months and tell them if it gets better#to prescribe some shit like gabapentin or otc pain meds and write me off#tell me they'll get new X-rays to see if it got worse by the summer#disability exists!! specialists exist! good doctors fucking exist!! somewhere!!! I'm sure!!#but here I sit. in excruciating amounts of pain unable to convince any fucking doctors of anything#and that year I spent pushing myself to the limit is wasted bc at the very end of it all only one guy listened to me#and he said no one in their giant ass facility could diagnose me#so I'm back to square one bc I got a new job which means new insurance and new doctors to try and convince again#I just want to be on disability so i can want to be alive again#I'm so frustrated and in pain constantly#what are people like me who have to work 40hrs to afford to live but don't have any family to rely on supposed to do??#just die? am i supposed to continue to work until im too disabled to move and be profitable unless i get lucky?#bc some fucking doctor finally decides to actually listen???#ive tried ALL THE DAMN TRICKS TOO. telling them a friend has it and thats how i found out. that my previous doctor was looking into it#etc etc#I'm SO done living like this i am exhausted.#and to know that i COULD BE HELPED. RIGHT NOW. is the worst fucking part#these systems are in place so people like me dont have to fucking suffer.#but i cant even do anything about it bc i have a cat.
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#tonight or tomorrow morning actually is the 4 year anniversary of my dog dying and like surprise surprise lol im still not over it like.#i honest to god dont think i ever will. i honestly dont know how people move on and get other pets and just. keep on living like i#understand it like for some people it's part of the healing process but i just could never do it. like i just cant even fathom#i dont know that's not the point. the point is im having such a hard time because everytime i do anything tonight i keep thinking#4 years ago i still had my dog or 4 years ago in 5 hours i didnt know id be going to the vet at 1am and going home without my dog at 5am#and i just keep reliving it no matter how hard i try to not. and on one hand i want it hurt like i want to remember it just to punish myself#i just i just cant move on like it's just. i went 24 years of my life without ever experiencing death and then 4 years ago today my dog dies#in the most tragic possible way ever and then 11 months later my other dog who i had for 17 years since i was 8 dies and yeah still#not over that one either because i never let myself process that or truly grieve her because i had to shut that up real tight#or i would have lost it for real. and i have the most fucked up miserable tragic dreams about her so many nights a week#because she was old and had been u know. like old dogs do they just decline and that was impossibly hard to watch but at least i kind of#knew it was coming u know but like with my other dog. there was just absolutely no warning it was so sudden and it just ripped me apart and#i honest to god will never be okay again and then 6 months after all that i find out my ex died and only because after 6 years i finally#Finally decide to have the guts to talk to him again and apologize and explain and try to be friends and then nope he's dead#then in between all those deaths a super close family friend died and my grandpa my dad's dad died and like it's just#i had never even experienced death before and then all of a sudden i was engulfed in it and i just dont know how to come back from it.#but tonight is just. painful. like i havent even said his name out loud since it happened. i cant talk about him at all just writing this i#want to cry like it just fucking hurts forever. and it should i guess.#and i feel so stupid because so many times i wonder if my cat even remembers them and i wonder if she misses them too and idk#that makes me feel stupid and emotional and im just a wreck but i should be.
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I spent an hour and a half staring at my google doc and ended up with no newly typed words and the overwhelming urge to tear my own hair out
#Iâm never finishing this fic#itâs literally just a thousand words. maybe 1.5k#thatâs all there is to finish this chapter#Iâm so so close and yet I canât reach it#I donât want to tell this story anymore. Iâm sick of it#but I have to finish it or itâll become another stain on my conscience#like sotrl. like whumptober 2021. like everything Iâve ever tried to write#I donât think I could live with myself if I never finished it#I never finish anything. I need this to me the one thing I do#just to prove to myself that I can#that Iâm not useless. that all this suffering and beating my head against the wall had some worth to it#Iâve reached the bargaining stage#just this one. finish this one fic and you never have to write again. I promise#just one final push to the finish line and you can quit#god⊠what happened to me#what happened to that 11yo girl who just found out fanfiction existed and went all wide eyes#said she wanted to write too. how it must be so much fun#where did she go#it was like she existed one minute and was gone without a trace the next#guess what happened was what happens every time nia decided to take up something#sheâs all starry eyed about it right up until actually trying. then she realises she sucks at it and quits#but this time. I pushed on. trying to accomplish something. and it ended up not being worth anything anyway#it ended with nia begging herself to write just another thousand words and then she can quit and never think of writing again#I want that girl back. can you imagine if I was as passionate now as I was back then#not hating everything my hands touched? Iâd be unstoppable#fuck. I just had a breakdown over this last weekend. I hoped it was drawn out enough for the next wave to be pushed back further#guess not. guess Iâm stuck crying for no good reason over and over again. instead of sucking it up and finishing and quitting#laughable. nothing short of pathetic. and I called myself a writer once. now I canât wait to be able to quit#I can count the number of people who read my stuff on one hand anyway. me quittung not a big loss by any means#only one person would be truly upset. maybe two. but Iâm done. I donât give a shit anymore. be happy Iâm not deleting everything. thatâs it
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Prada Shoes and I Love Yous
PAIRING: heeseung x fem!readerÂ
GENRE: smut, angst, crack, (some?) fluff, college!au, exes to lovers!au, enemies to lovers!au, socialite/richkid!au
SUMMARY:Â Life as a socialite wasnât all champagnes and designer labels, especially not with the turn your reputation took due to a simple misunderstanding. Now, you were being painted by everyone as a big fat cheater who shattered her sweet boyfriendâs heartâa narrative that couldnât be further from the truth. In reality, it was him who had betrayed your trust. Frustrated and feeling deeply wronged, you returned to society and the new school year after a summer of cutting off contact with everyone and the drama. But just when you thought you were ready to face the world again, you were blindsided by something unexpected: the lingering effect Heeseung had on you. And who could blame you? Heeseung was way too hot for you to get over in just three short months and now, seeing him with the girl he once told you not to worry about all over him? Oh, it was on.Â
You refused to be replaced, labeled as a crazy ex, or forgotten. No, you were going to make Lee Heeseung realize that you were the best motherfucking thing to had ever happened to him.Â
WC: 21.4k
WARNINGS: some extent of emotionally cheating? (not actual cheating i swear itâs kinda unintentional), jake is a bestie and fwb hybrid (kinda flirty but itâs very much platonic i swear), so much miscommunication, profanity, drinking, drugs, physical altercation, mentions of puke, slut shaming, mentions of pregnancy (no one is actually pregnant), toxic relationship, roughdom!heeseung and sub!y/n, unprotected sex, oral (m recieving), rough sex, unprepped? sex (consensual), creampie, mirror sex, deepthroating, cowgirl, dick too big?, creampie, and i am so sorry but karina is a BITCH like itâs almost campy how villainess she comes off
AUTHOR'S NOTE: hope everyone has fun with this one!! had a lot of fun writing it like and i'd love to hear you guys' feedback! love you lots <3 âșïž
Fuck Lee Heeseung. Fuck Lee Heeseung. Fuck Lee Heeseung.
This was all you found yourself repeating in your mind like it was some mantra while you reapplied your lip gloss, making sure to take one last good look at yourself in the mirror before shutting it close once you felt the planeâs wheels coming to a stop. From the outside, you looked absolutely perfect as not a single hair could be found out of place; no one wouldâve guessed that you had been on a plane for over 10 hours. But inside, you were a wreck as you felt your anxiety shooting up as your heart raced a million beats per minute.
âYou need to loosen up, you look like you have a stick up your ass.â Jake was lazily scrolling on his phone while nursing a champagne in his hand, barely sparing a glance at you. He seemed to be in a much more relaxed state than you were.
You scoffed before sending him a glare. âYou know, if anything, you should be the one panicking right now. Everyoneâs going to be talking about how we came back together.â
âGood thing I donât give a shit about what people say, right? Shouldâve thought that through before inviting me,â Jake shrugged, finally lowering his phone to look at you. His nonchalant attitude was pissing you off. âPlus, this all just looks worse because Ryujin decided she wanted to spend one last week with whatever his name was.â
He wasnât wrong. It hadnât just been the two of you in Monaco for three months; Ryujin had also been very much present. However, she found herself a summer fling named Louis, and unlike you and Jake, she couldnât find herself boarding your private jet without spending one last fiery week with her lover before saying goodbye for good and starting school again.
âMaybe we should have just stayed an extra week with her. It probably would have saved us from the shit show that I know weâre gonna be bombarded with the second we step off the plane.â You released a deep sigh before you started to gather your belongings around you.
Jake followed suit, grabbing his stuff and getting up from his seat. âWell, if we stayed back an extra week, then that would mean weâd have to deal with your momâs wrath for missing her annual end-of-summer garden party that we promised we wouldnât miss. You know how important it is for her, and to be honest, Iâd rather face Heeseungâs wrath than your momâs.â
He was right. This garden party of hers had been going on every year since even before you were born, and youâd be out of your mind to miss it. It was single-handedly the most important event every year for your family, and you couldnât even begin to fathom how your mom would react to your absence.
You reached over and snatched the champagne glass out of his hand before you downed whatever was left in it in one gulp as you braced yourself, hoping the alcohol would give you the courage you needed to step off the plane.Â
âWell, then I hope youâre prepared to take on Heeseung. Maybe heâll be nice enough to spare your pretty face. God knows itâs the only thing you have going for you.â
Heeseung was going to fucking kill Jake Sim.Â
When he woke up this morning, you were the last thing on his mind, something he seemed to have finally freed himself from. However, all the hard work he put into casting you away from his mind seemed to have been in vain, as now all he could think about was you and how you had returned after three months of radio silence with the guy you cheated on him with.
Livid didnât even cover what he was feeling, and it was evident in the way he swung his club. Each hit seemed to be driven by a surge of pent-up frustration.
âWhat the hell, man? Thatâs the third time today youâve been way off course. Whatâs going on?â Jay shot him an incredulous look as he tried to locate where the golf ball had landed.
Heeseung let out a frustrated groan as he ripped off his glove and shoved his driver back into his bag. âY/Nâs fucking back.â
That was all Jay needed to hear to understand what was going on with his friend. "Shit, I saw. Iâm sorry dude, itâs fucked up."
Heeseung was in no mindset to be playing golf right now. All he wanted was to go back home and wallow miserably in his bed. Unfortunately, they were only on hole ten of eighteen, and judging by his performance today, Heeseung knew it was going to take awhile.
"Did you know?" Heeseung couldn't help but blurt out, his frustration evident in his voice as he watched Jay effortlessly swing a shot miles better than his own.
Confusion flickered across Jay's face as he turned to face his friend. "What do you mean?"
âDid you know that she was coming back with Jake?â Heeseung felt his jaw tense as he mentioned his ex-friend.
âI didnât even know he was with her until today. Honestly, I thought heâd just fucked off somewhere and didnât bother telling any of us, considering how things went down. You know me, I wouldâve told you straight up if I had found out earlier.â Heeseung trusted Jay implicitly. He was as loyal as they came, but unfortunately, the same couldnât be said for everyone in their friend group.
"Do you think Sunghoon knew?" Heeseung's question elicited an audible groan from Jay.
If anyone in their friend group knew how Jake spent his summer, it would undoubtedly be Sunghoon. However, Sunghoon was notoriously tight-lipped, especially when it came to sensitive matters. Since the breakup, the entire friend group had undergone an incredibly awkward shift. It seemed that everyone had more or less chosen a side, and allegiances were clear.
"You know he wouldn't tell us anything if he did. It's getting ridiculous. The other day, I saw Gaeul and him having brunch or something at the clubhouse, and the moment she spotted me, she practically sprinted over to explain herself. She claimed she's still 'Switzerland' in the whole situation and hasn't chosen a side," Jay recounted, frustration evident in his voice.Â
Heeseung almost snorted at the absurdity of it all. Their friend group had never been one to keep secrets or tiptoe around each other, but the last few months had been nothing but that. The betrayal by you and Jake had not only affected Heeseung's relationship with you but had also tainted the dynamic of their entire friend group.
âLiterally, what is there to be âSwitzerlandâ about? I mean, this whole thing isnât even complicated. Everyone saw them go into the bathroom together and come out literally holding hands. Trust me, I know what she looks like after giving head, and that's literally what she looked like in that video Beomgyu sent. Plus, Karina literally heard them.â Heeseung angrily got into the golf cart as Jay fished the keys out to start driving.
âOkay, well, no offense, but in all honesty, Karinaâs probably not the most reliable source, cause sheâs in an extremely biased position, but I guess thatâs beside the point.â Jayâs words seemed to instantly bring a frown upon Heeseungâs face.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Heeseungâs tone sharply switched up in an almost defensive manner.
Jay, feeling this shift, nervously cleared his throat as he stammered, trying his best not to offend his already sensitive friend regarding an even more fragile situation. âI mean, uh, well. You knowâŠâ
âWhat?â The grip he had on the seat of the golf cart seemed to get tighter as he waited for his friend to elaborate.
âDude, you can't be serious? You know Karinaâs been trying to ride your dick for the past, what, give or take ten years? I mean, we all know that sheâs never had a good relationship with Y/N, and Iâm pretty sure most of that resentment stemmed from the fact that youâve always been head over heels for Y/N.â Jay slowly parked the cart and turned off the engine as he explained.
Still not understanding Jayâs point, Heeseung furrowed his brows, shooting his friend another annoyed look before getting out of the golf cart. âWhat are you trying to get at?â
âJesus fucking Christ, youâre dense. I mean, the last couple of months before Y/N cheated on you was the closest you seemed to have gotten with Karina because of that final project that you guys had or whatever. I mean, you were with her more times than you were with your own girlfriend, and knowing Karina, she seems like she could be delusional enough to have maybe taken that as a sign that you were interested in her? I mean, this is all speculation, but Iâm just letting you know what we all saw.â
Jay cautiously treaded this topic. Heeseung was his best friend since they were babies, and he would always be on his side, but Karina was never anyoneâs favorite with her extremely polarizing personality. He had no allegiance towards her, not to mention that she wasnât actually even in their friend group and always only ever found lingering around wherever Heeseung was, so it was much easier for Jay to actually see through her. In fact, it seemed that all of their friends could pretty much catch on to Karinaâs end goal except Heeseung.
âSo you think itâs my fault that Y/N cheated on me?â The air got tense as Heeseung snapped at Jay while snatching his 7-iron out of the bag. âJust because I spent some time doing a stupid fucking school project with Karina doesnât mean it gives her reason to go and suck off one of my best friends.â
Jay shook his head even before Heeseung was done with his sentence. Heeseung seemed to not be getting the point. âFuck no, dude, thatâs not what Iâm saying. Karina has an incentive: you. If she gets rid of Y/N, then it means youâre up for grabs. Of course, Karina didnât force Y/N to get on her knees for Sim, but she was the first one to come running, telling us what happened even before Beomgyu sent that video.â Heeseung was trying hard to focus on trying to get his ball on the green as he geared up to swing while listening to Jay.
âSo you donât think she shouldâve warned me of what she heard?â He swung precisely, but it seemed that this whole course, to be precise, wasnât going easy on him. Heâd be lucky to get even a double bogey on the par-4.
Jay slightly grimaced at Heeseungâs shot. âNo, itâs not that,â he let out a sigh as he walked over to Heeseung. âLook, youâve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and I know the past few months have been fucking hard because of what Y/N put you through, and I just want you to be careful. Karinaâs always been kind of a conniving, spoiled bitch who finds a way to get what she wants. Just because sheâs been warming your bed every night since Y/N fell off the fucking Earth doesnât mean she should be someone you start trusting.â
There was nothing he could say back to his friendâs words and it seemed that what Jay had said clung on deep to Heeseung's thoughts throughout the day, casting a lingering shadow and leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mind.
A small bead of sweat trickled down your back as the sun's relentless heat beat down on you. You took a small sip from your now lukewarm glass of champagne, its warmth doing little to refresh you. Today felt even hotter than previous years, and once again, you found yourself questioning why your mother insisted on hosting her most important event during the hottest month of the year.
Your cheeks were hurting from all the forced smiles youâd already given to family friends and important figures in your motherâs business circle. This garden party was always about promoting her upcoming collection and ensuring the continued support, financial and otherwise (not that she needed any more money), of both new and old acquaintances and partners. So, as always, it was no surprise that you were dressed head to toe in unveiled pieces from your motherâs upcoming collection. While no one could deny her incredible eye for fashion and the breathtaking quality of her creations, the white-tiered tulle dress with its plunging neckline felt entirely too inappropriate for a garden party and was getting on your last nerve. You stood out like a peacockâa testament to your motherâs outstanding handiworkâbut you weren't a fan of the attention it drew.
âI need to get out of this fucking dress,â you muttered through gritted teeth, your annoyance palpable.Â
Jake chuckled softly beside you. âI can think of a few ways to get you out of that.âÂ
You shot him a sharp look, clearly unimpressed by his insinuation. âDonât say shit like that, especially around everyone. Itâs not funny.â
âWhat? No one's around to hear, and even if they did, it wouldnât matter. Everyone already thinks weâre fucking, and to be fair, theyâre not that off.â He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips.Â
Without hesitation, you elbowed him hard in the ribs, your face growing even more pissed off. âThatâs not funny, Jake. Seriously, shut up. It happened only a couple of times and thatâs it. If anyone hears that, theyâre actually going to think I cheated on Heeseung with you.âÂ
Your pretty face sported a cold, serious expression, leaving no doubt about how much this mattered to you.
âHoney, I told you, they already think you cheated on Heeseung with me, so this isnât going to change anything. Besides, you know damn well it wasnât just a couple of times,â Jake rolled his eyes at your dramatics.
âYeah, well, the difference is that every time I slept with you was when I wasnât dating him, so I didnât actually cheat. Youâre just making everything worse by making it seem like youâre confirming what they already assume.â Your irritation was through the roof, and the heat was doing nothing to quell your annoyance.
Before Jake could say anything else, your motherâs saccharine voice filled the space. For once, you were grateful for her impeccable timing. âOh, darling, Iâve been looking everywhere for you!â
The eventâs dress code was always an all-white affair, but even then, your mother seemed to shine brighter than any of the guests. You were almost taken aback when you fully turned to face her. âHey, Mom.â
You flashed her a tight smile, but she barely spared you a glance, her attention focused entirely on the figure next to you. Jake seemed to stiffen under your motherâs gaze. âHello, Jake. You seem to be enjoying yourself,â she said, giving his attire a quick once-over and humming in approval. âYou look quite nice. Brioni, Iâm assuming?â
âYes, as usual, the event is beautiful Mrs. L/N. Youâve definitely outdone yourself,â he nervously chuckled. Despite his attempts at flattery, your motherâs cold gaze remained fixed on him. âAnd youâre right, it is a custom piece from Brioni.â
âUnsurprising, seeing that your father is rarely seen in anything else. Perhaps you could enlighten him to broaden his wardrobe, and maybe we can see about getting you a custom piece of mine. I have no doubt the materials I use are incomparable to much of whatâs in your wardrobe already. Though, Iâm sure you already know that, since it seems much of your time these days is spent taking my beautiful pieces off my daughter.â
âMom!â You gasped loudly, your eyes widening in disbelief at her bold statement. Your mother was never one to hold back her words, but this was beyond her usual antics. Next to you, Jake stiffened even more, nervously trying to regain his composure.
"Uh, Mrs. Y/LN, I can assure you that whatever you think is happening between me and your daughter is not actually true," Jake stammered, his voice strained with tension.
Your mother clicked her tongue in annoyance, obviously not buying his claims. "Well, the conversation I overheard the two of you having before I came seemed to say something different."
âMom, can we not do this here?â You darted your eyes around, making sure that no one else was catching on to what was happening.
âWell, darling, I would usually never impose myself like this in your personal relationships, but it seems like the two of you have brought not only our families into this but now also my business as collateral just for the sake of some mindless fucking.â
You had never heard your mother speak with such scandalous vocabulary before. Seeing her like this was beyond unsettling and left you utterly speechless. Â
âMaâam, I assure you that the rumors about our infidelity are not true at all. Itâs been a huge misunderstanding thatâ"
"Jake, I've always held you in high regard, ever since you were a baby raised alongside my daughter. You've grown into a very smart and handsome young man, one your parents should be proud of. Out of respect for your mother, who you know is one of my closest and longest friends, I've tried to overlook what's been happening over the past few months. However, overhearing the two of you brazenly talking about your sexcapades in public, especially during one of the most important events of my year, is something I simply cannot ignore. This has not only strained my relationship with one of my closest business partners, but it has also jeopardized our families' standing. If anyone else had overheard, I canât even begin to think how much worse the already damaging rumors would become."
âMom seriously can you stop this,â you were furious that she would decide to do this here of all places. âThis is fucking ridiculous and you know damn well that none of those stupid rumors are true. We can talk about this later, please.â
"I believe I'm entitled to speak as I please, especially considering this is my event," she retorted sharply. "Your father and I were generous enough to allow you to spend your entire summer break away without expecting you to address this mess you've created for us. I had hoped for better judgment from you. Instead, you and Jake decided to further exacerbate this situation by turning this trip into some sort of romantic getaway. I sure hope you were at least being smart and careful. The only thing that would make this situation worse is if you were to become pregnant. Who knows, you might even be pregnant right now. It wouldnât even surprise me seeing as though that seems to be the only thing the two of you were doing in Monaco.âÂ
Jake was a stuttering mess, his face flushed with embarrassment at the accusation. "Mrs. Y/LN, I swear that's not true," he managed to stammer out.
Before he could say anything else, your mother cut him off again. "I'm not so sure I can trust you on that. How can you be so sure that you didn't knock up my daughter?"
You were seething with anger at your mother's behavior, ready to intervene when suddenly a figure caught your eye.Â
Heeseung's fist connected with Jake's jaw before you even had a chance to react. The punch caught Jake off guard, and as he tried to recover, Heeseung landed another swift blow to his face.Â
"You got her pregnant?" Heeseung's voice was filled with anger as he launched himself at Jake, who was still reeling from the first two punches.
âWhat the fuck!â Jake groaned, struggling to fend off Heeseung's relentless assault.
Beside you, your mother was in a panic, shouting for security as everyone's attention turned to the commotion that erupted in front of you.
Before you could step in, Jay appeared out of nowhere, desperately trying to pull his friend away from their former friend.
"Heeseung, stop!" you screamed, rushing to Jay's aid.
But Heeseung was relentless, disregarding his surroundings entirely. All sense of decorum was abandoned as he straddled Jake, who was attempting to dodge Heeseung's blows while pushing him away.
From the other side, Sunghoon came running over to help pull Heeseung off of Jake. "Jesus Christ, Heeseung, get off him!"
After a couple of seconds of struggle, the three of you were finally able to pull Heeseung off of Jake, though he continued to struggle in attempts to break free. Security, called by your mother, arrived and joined in to help restrain the enraged boy.
Jake laid on the grass, his previously pristine custom white suit dirtied with splatters of blood and dirt from rolling around. Heeseung didn't look much better, his own suit now stained with blood, evidence of the fight. Despite being at a disadvantage, Jake had managed to land a few good punches, evidenced by the blood dripping from Heeseungâs nose. It was a chaotic scene, with whispers and murmurs from the other guests confirming their attention on the altercation. You could sense your mother's fury, even without seeing her directly.
"What the hell is this?" A gruff voice angrily interrogated.
Heeseungâs father had never been an easy person to be around, so you couldnât even imagine how angry he currently was at his sonâs behavior.
However, Heeseung seemed not to hear his father, his eyes staying trained on Jake, who was getting up with Sunghoon's help.
âOh my, Liz, I am so sorry. Iâm appalled; I genuinely am. I'm so embarrassed. I donât know what came over him.â Heeseungâs mom quickly ran over to where your mother stood with fury and attempted to sincerely apologize.
âWe are leaving.â Heeseungâs dad yanked his son from the securityâs grip and started to drag him away, but not before also turning towards your mom with a stern look. âYes, we apologize for our sonâs behavior. We hope it didnât ruin this beautiful event, and we will be excusing ourselves. Thank you for having us.â
You were still in shock with everything, and it seemed that everyone else was too, as no one moved and stood in silence, taking in everything that had happened. There was no way this just happened.
To say the last couple of days had been hell for you would be an understatement. Honestly, it felt even worse than the days following your breakup with Heeseung, when you could at least pack your bags and leave the country. But this time, with school starting in a week, that luxury would unfortunately not be granted to you a second time. Your parents were adamant that you face the mess head-on and frankly you found yourself wishing that you never returned from Monaco.
To make matters worse, Ryujin still wasnât back. While she called every day, you still felt alone, especially since you hadnât talked to Jake since your momâs party. Rumors about your supposed pregnancy were rampant, further emphasizing your alleged infidelity, and you figured it was best to get some space from Jake until the rumors died down.
With nothing to do, you found yourself doing things youâd never normally doâlike wandering down the chip aisle, looking for something to make you feel better about your situation.
âNo, Ryujin, you donât get it,â you huffed into the phone, frustration evident in your voice as you searched desperately for anything that sounded good. âIâve gotten DMs from random people Iâve barely spoken to, asking if Iâm actually pregnant and how far along I am. Iâm so fucking sick of this.â
âOh babe, Iâm so sorry. This sucks so bad. Itâs literally so fucking absurd and Heeseung was so stupid for this like I still canât believe he did that. Donât worry though, Iâll be there soon so just hold on,â Ryujin sounded sincere as the sound of waves echoed in the background. You envied your friend, who was probably at the beach right now, getting a nice tan with her hot beau, and not miserably suffering in this stupid predicament like you were.
âUgh, I canât wait until youâre here. Iâm like seriously going through it and I just hope itâll die down once school starts, but I doubt it becauseââ
âY/N?âÂ
You were abruptly cut off by a shrill voice. Even before you turned your head to face them, you knew exactly who it was and found yourself unable to hold back an exasperated groan. âFuck, Iâll call you later, Ryujin.â
Karina had always been one of the most beautiful girls you knew, even from a young age and you couldnât deny that she looked stunning now, even under the horrendously yellow dim lights of the grocery store. But, like always, she had a knack for bringing out a grimace on your face, which you sported as you turned to face her.
âOh my God, no way! I thought it was you earlier but I was like, no way is The Y/N out shopping for groceries. But honestly, who else could it be? I mean, youâre unmistakable.â Karina held a shopping basket in one hand that barely had anything in it. She was dressed like she was about to attend a charity gala, a stark contrast to your Lululemon shorts and an old shirt from Heeseungâs closet.
âHey, Karina,â was all you could let out before she animatedly started speaking again, not giving you a second to talk.Â
"It's been so long! I mean, how long has it been since we last saw each other? You didnât even say goodbye to any of us and just left but you look great, especially consideringâoh, and congrats! Honestly, I was actually worried it would be awkward between us, but once I heard the news, all my worries disappeared. You and Jake seem so happy together, and you have no idea how thrilled I was when I heard that you guys are about to start a family. Itâs so cute and I now know that there's no reason for me to worry about you getting mad about me and Heeseung. Although I was a little surprised your boyfriend attacked mine like that, but Iâm sure it was just a misunderstanding.âÂ
Karina spoke without pausing, giving you no time to digest her words and she didnât seem to notice your growing annoyance as she continued to babble with that smug look on her face.
âWait hold on, you and Heeseung are dating?â There was no way you heard her right.
But it seemed that you did as she nodded with a bright smile on her face. âYeah itâs still kind of new only a couple of months but itâs been amazing. I mean Iâm sure you know just as well that heâs like literally the best.â Her voice slowly drowned out as you took everything in. A couple of months ago was literally when you left for Monaco so it meant that Heeseung didnât waste any time to make Karina his girlfriend.Â
âWhat the fuck, Karina?â You didnât hold back, making sure she knew you were beyond enraged at this new revelation.
Her face held a surprised expression as you cut her off abruptly. âIâm sorry, but what do you mean?â
You rolled your eyes. You knew she understood exactly what you were talking about, and it infuriated you that she was pretending otherwise. You knew Karina too well; she was reveling in the fact that she currently had something you didnât for the first time in her life.
âDrop the act, Karina. I donât have time for this shit. We both know exactly what youâre trying to do, and itâs pathetic. You and your friends can call me a slut for supposedly cheating on Heeseung, but itâs rich coming from you when you and Heeseung literally did the same thing. Not to mention the fact that you two didnât even wait a decent amount of time before getting together after he and I broke up. So honestly, I hope youâre both happy and sincerely, fuck you both.âÂ
You didn't bother to stick around to hear whatever else she had to say. As you turned and walked away, you felt your eyes welling up with tears. You thought you were over Heeseung, but clearly, that wasnât the case. The revelation of his new relationship pulled at your heartstrings, making you wonder if you ever really mattered to him the way he did to you. Nothing hurt more than realizing that the two year-long relationship you cherished above all else might have been a joke to him.
âRyujin, I really donât think Iâm up for going out,â you sighed, looking at yourself in the mirror. Ryujin, on the other side of the room, was finishing her makeup at the vanity.
âNo way, I told you, youâre not staying holed up moping around because of Heeseung again. You already did that in Monaco, and Iâm not letting you waste any more time on that asshole. Youâre coming out with us, and you are going to have an amazing night.â
Ryujin had finally come back the day before, and while having her by your side made you feel better, you couldnât stop thinking about your ex.
âI seriously doubt one night of drinking and partying will make Heeseung disappear from my thoughts,â you muttered, rolling your eyes. You knew Ryujin would end up dragging you out, but that didnât mean you couldnât complain the whole time.
âI think youâre underestimating the power of a good night out. Who knows, maybe youâll find some hottie to get your mind off everything,â Ryujin shrugged while spritzing perfume. âMaybe you should go looking for Jake.â
You shook your head at her. âJakeâs not going to help.â
âWell actually, from what I remember I think Jake helped a good bit with speeding up the process of you getting over moping about Heeseung a couple of months ago so whoâs to say that it wonât work this time?âÂ
âI am not sleeping with Jake again. That would literally make everything like so much worse. Everyone already thinks Iâm pregnant with his kid. I donât need more things to fuel that rumor.â
Ryujin wasnât wrong about your summer situationship with Jake helping to distract you, but continuing it back here would only add fuel to the fire. Not to mention, your relationship with Jake was purely platonic with some sexual attraction. That was all it ever was even back in high school, and you had both talked at length about how neither of you saw a relationship beyond friendship. So even if you went to him looking for something more, Jake ultimately wouldnât be able to give you what you wanted.
âWell then thereâs other people! What about-â You cut her off abruptly.
You cut her off abruptly. âRyujin, I know youâre just trying to help, and I really do appreciate it, but I just think sleeping with other people isnât going to solve anything. I just want to lay low this semester and focus on school. I donât want to be wrapped up in more drama.â Done with the conversation, you grabbed your purse, suddenly more eager to get to the party if it meant changing the subject.
âReady to go?â you asked, and just like that, her eyes lit up and a wide, giddy smile spread across her face as she eagerly followed you out.
The Uber ride was short, and before you knew it, you had arrived. Hyunjin was known for throwing the best parties, and tonight was no exception. The massive manor, which you were all too familiar with, was already buzzing with more people than you imagined his parents would ever find acceptable.
âHey, there you guys are!â Ryujinâs close friend Yujin, who you were also friendly with, excitedly ran over to greet you both. She had been studying abroad for 6 months and you hadnât seen her since so you were even more elated to see her.Â
âHey, Yujin! Itâs been a while! You and Sunoo looked like you were having the time of your lives in Italy.â You greeted her warmly, following her inside as she led you to where all the drinks were.
âOh yeah, it was beyond amazing, but Iâm sure nothing compares to Monaco. God, I havenât been there in ages.â She poured out shots and passed them to you and Ryujin. Without hesitation, the three of you knocked them back, grimacing slightly at the aftertaste.
âFuck, I already miss it. It took like an hour to say goodbye to Louis, and I was so upset for the first 30 minutes of the plane ride. But the good thing about summer flings is that after the goodbyes, there's nothing left to hold onto, so itâs easy to get over.â Ryujin poured another shot for both of you while Yujin reached for a can of Ranch Water.
âI literally thought they were going to try something serious since she was with him all summer. Half the time, I couldnât even find her because she and Louis were off somewhere, but I guess he really was just a summer fling.â You nudged your friend as Yujin let out an amused giggle.
âI bet! Those pics on your most recent Insta post, man, they were hot. What about you, Y/N? Any European hotties catch your eye?â Yujin wiggled her brows, and you rolled your eyes while reaching behind her for a can of Ranch Water.
âMore like an Australian hottie,â Ryujin teased, and you instantly elbowed her.
âJesus Christ, Ryujin, seriously shut up.â You shot her an annoyed look.
Yujin, however, seemed to find amusement in Ryujinâs remark as she gave you a wide-eyed look while giggling. âNo way, so itâs true then?â
âFuck no. I mean yeah, we hooked up, but I swear to God Iâm not pregnant.â You shook your head vehemently.
You saw Yujin open her mouth, but Ryujin beat her to it, grabbing your arm. âDonât turn around.â
Your brows furrowed at her panicked actions, and you started to turn your head, but she quickly stopped you. âWhat? What happened?â
âFuck, Heeseungâs here,â Yujin answered, her eyes darting around past your head. âHeâs over there near the pool table. Donât turn around.â
You stood still, heart racing, as you listened to your friends' directions. You saw Ryujin's expression shift from panic to a scowl.
âAnd he brought Karina. Sheâs stuck on him like a fucking leech,â Ryujin sneered. Even before the summer, Ryujin had always been Karinaâs number one hater, so her reaction was no surprise.
Quickly, you decided it would be best to leave the area, and the girls seemed to think the same as the three of you started to move. But before you could take a step out of the kitchen, a booming voice caught your attention.
âY/N!â Sunghoonâs voice echoed through the music, loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear. You stiffened as you realized your presence was now exposed to everyone.
âFuck, itâs been a long time!â He approached with a massive smile and, before you could even respond, engulfed you in a tight hug. Behind him, you spotted Jake trailing close by, rolling his eyes at his friend.
"Hey, Sunghoon," you greeted him back, debating whether to reciprocate the hug he wasn't letting go of.
"Okay, buddy, that's enough," Jake intervened, yanking his friend back.
"Oh, princess, you got even prettier while you were away! If that's even possible, but damn, you look amazing," Sunghoon's red, dopey eyes hinted at his intoxicated state.
"He's crossed," Jake confirmed, as if reading your mind.
"Oh God, why did you let him do that again?" Ryujin scolded Jake, delivering a disapproving look along with a smack on his arm.
"What the fuck! I'm not his babysitter," Jake retorted, shooting Ryujin a pointed look.
"Well, he is your best friend," you shrugged.
"I'm totally fine, you guys worry too much," Sunghoon shot everyone a smile before reaching for the drink in your hand, which you quickly pulled away.
"Yeah, Sunghoon, maybe lay off the drinking and smoking for now. I think I still have the video from the last time you got crossed," Yujin remarked, raising a skeptical brow at his current state. The mention of the video drew snorts of amusement from everyone except Sunghoon.
Instead, Sunghoon's eyes widened at her words, shaking his head vigorously. "I swear that wonât happen tonight."
"Well, it might if you keep this up," Ryujin added, recalling the infamous incident the last time Sunghoon was in this state. It involved projectile vomiting on a girl followed by passing out on her, effectively ruining any chance he might have had with her.
"Whatever," Sunghoon rolled his eyes, turning away, but before he could even take a step, he turned right back around (unsteadily with Jake stepping in to steady him), and blurted out, "Heeseung's here."
You could hear Jake cursing under his breath at Sunghoonâs words, while Ryujin nodded.
"Yeah, we were trying to sneak out of the kitchen before they noticed us, and then you had to go and yell Y/Nâs name," Ryujin added.
"Oh," Sunghoon sheepishly nodded. "My bad."
"Does he have to fucking bring her everywhere?" Jake muttered, casting another glance towards where Heeseung and Karina were.
"You know, I even heard Jayâs getting sick of her tagging along everywhere."
"Whereâd you hear that?" You shot Sunghoon a suspicious look.
âGaeul.â
"She still hangs out with them?" Ryujin scoffed, clearly annoyed.
"She claims to be the neutral party between us."
âSo sheâs still being a fucking dumbass?â Ryujin shot back, clearly unimpressed with their friendâs stance.
"Well, she still reports everything back to us, so it's not all bad," Jake tried to reason, but Ryujin wasn't buying it.
From next to you, Yujin chuckled. "Your friend group is so fucking messy, thank God I'm not involved. I'm going to find Hyunjin for some weed. Good luck sorting out your drama." She shot you a wink before briskly walking away before anyone could respond.
"Are we really that messy?" Sunghoon asked innocently, but before anyone could answer, he vomited everywhere.
You were cursing under your breath as you tried to wash the puke out of your shorts, fuming at Park Sunghoon. Thankfully, they were black, so staining wasn't an issue, but standing in your underwear in a house party bathroom, scrubbing your pants instead of enjoying the night, was infuriating. Even if you managed to clean them, you'd be stuck wearing damp pants for the rest of the night.
As you wrung out the fabric, desperate to dry them as much as possible, the bathroom door suddenly swung open.
âOh! Sorryâ Y/N?â Heeseungâs eyes widened in surprise when he realized not only that someone was already in the bathroom but that it was you.
In your haste to escape Sunghoon's vomit, you must have forgotten to lock the door. Naturally, Heeseung had to be the one to barge in.
The two of you stood there awkwardly, each taking in the other's appearance. It was technically your first real encounter since your return, discounting the brief moment at your mother's garden party before Heeseung was promptly escorted away by his parents.
He looked way too good, enough to stir butterflies in your stomach. It was unsettling how Heeseung could still have this effect on you after everything that had happened.
"Hey, Y/N," he greeted cautiously, breaking the silence. The tension in the room was palpable.
"Hey, Heeseung," you replied, unsure of how to navigate the awkwardness.
"Sunghoon was right," he blurted out abruptly, his words coming out in a rush before he could stop himself.
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. "What?"
"I-I mean, he said... that you look even prettier now," Heeseung stumbled over his words, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I mean, not that you weren't pretty before, but, um... yeah."Â
Your cheeks warmed at his unexpected compliment. This wasn't how you had imagined your first conversation with him after coming back would go.Â
"Uh, thanks."
A few more uncomfortable seconds ticked by before Heeseung finally seemed to notice your state. "Uh, what are you doing?"
You had completely forgotten about your current attireâjust in your underwear, a lacy black thong that had driven Heeseung wild a few months ago.
"Oh, Sunghoon threw up on me after getting crossed," you explained, shaking your head in annoyance as you returned to wringing out your shorts.
"Again? Fuck, he really needs to learn not to do that. If he had a nickel for every time he puked on a pretty girl while he was crossed, he'd have two," Heeseung remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. There was no way you were actually laughing at your cheating exâs jokes.Â
Heeseung seemed to relax a bit upon hearing your giggles, joining in with a laugh of his own.
"Here, let me help. There's probably a dryer around here somewhere," he offered, finally deciding to step into the bathroom as he closed the door behind him. He bent down, rifling through a couple of cabinets until he found what he was looking for.
"Fuck, I don't know why I didn't think of that earlier," you muttered, taking the dryer from him and plugging it in before switching it on.
He reached over to hold your shorts for you while you dried them. After a few minutes, you turned off the dryer, confident your shorts were dry enough by now. "Thanks," you said, taking them from him.
As you looked up at him, you suddenly became aware of the closeness between the two of you. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes locked with his.
Fuck he was hot.
You could feel the all-too-familiar warmth spreading throughout your body as the two of you held each other's gaze, neither daring to look away. Slowly, almost as if guided by muscle memory, you inched your faces closer until you could feel his breath on your lips, poised to kiss him. But a small voice in your head stopped you before you could fully lean in.
âWait.âÂ
Heeseung instantly pulled back. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
"No, no it's not that. I canât do that to Karina," you hurriedly explained, shaking your head. Tears threatened to spill over as the pain of Heeseung's past betrayal resurfaced. Despite any animosity toward Karina, you couldn't bring yourself to inflict that same hurt on anyone else.
"What?" Heeseung furrowed his brows, confusion etched across his face as he looked at you.
"Heeseung, you can't just fucking cheat on her after you cheated on me with her!" You shot him an incredulous look, unable to believe how close he had come to infidelity once again.
His head shook vehemently, confusion clouding his eyes. "What do you mean? If anything, you're the one who's cheating!"
"Jesus Christ, for the last fucking time, I'm not dating Jake!" You yelled in frustration.
âAnd Iâm not dating Karina!â
The two of you stared at each other, mutual confusion now evident, leaving you both speechless.
âWhat?âÂ
"Yeah, I'm not dating her! And what do you mean you're not dating Jake?" Heeseung shot back, equally bewildered.
"I literally saw her a couple of days ago, and she told me the two of you had been dating for a couple of months," you said, watching Heeseung shake his head in disbelief.
"What the fuck! She's fucking lying, we are not dating, let alone have been dating. That fucking bitch, literally what the fuck," Heeseung was beyond pissed.
You scoffed, equally heated. "Karina was literally rubbing it in my face about how happy you two were. And for your information, I have never dated Jake."
"What the fuck, Y/N? I fucking punched him!" Heeseung felt like he was going insane. Everything he had believed for the past few months was suddenly a lie.
You rolled your eyes at his outburst. "Yeah, I fucking know. I was there, if you remember! He still has a fucking split lip because of you, and my mom's still beyond mad about it."
You had to be lying, Heeseung couldnât believe your words. âThereâs no fucking way.â
âYeah you fucking dumbass, you beat him up for nothing.âÂ
âWait, wait, wait no itâs still fucking justified! He was one of my best friends who went on and fucking slept with my girlfriend!â There was no way the two of you were actually having this conversation at a raging party after not seeing each other for three months.
"No, he didn't! Or at least not while we were dating, and I'm also not fucking pregnant!" Your voice echoed in the cramped bathroom. You were still intoxicated and could feel a headache coming on.Â
"Fuck you! Literally, everyone saw you two that night," Heeseung retorted sharply, but before he could continue, it seemed he fully absorbed your words, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. "So you have been fucking Jake!"
"Yeah, but only after we broke up, not before! And you can't be acting all innocent when you've literally been with Karina!" You were annoyed by his accusatory tone. He was such a fucking hypocrite.
"Okay, but I didn't blatantly sleep with her at a party while we were still together like you didâ"
You cut him off by smashing your lips against his, needing to silence him in any way possible. You couldn't stand another moment of arguing about this.
You could feel Heeseung freeze for a second, taken aback by your action, but he quickly recovered as you could feel his lips move against yours.Â
There was nothing romantic about the kiss as the two of you hungrily pushed back against each other, fighting for dominance. Teeth clashed against each other as your tongues battled back and forth and you could barely breathe, but it seemed that neither of you considered stopping anytime soon.Â
His hands quickly found themselves ripping your top off you as yours went straight down to undo his pants and push them down. You finally pulled away from the kiss to spit on your hand before going straight back into his lips. Not a second was spared to think about your actions as you didnât hesitate to stick your hand down his underwear. He was already half-hard and you quickly wrapped your hand around his length, inciting a groan out of him.Â
While one hand worked on pushing down his underwear the other worked on pumping him. Heeseung was in almost the same state as one of his hands was found groping at your boobs, playing with your nipple, while the other also attempted to pull your underwear down.
As soon as your thong reached mid-thigh, Heeseung quickly broke the kiss to turn you around and roughly push you down against the bathroom counter. You jolted at the cold counter pressing against your already sensitive nipples but Heeseung pushed down hard on your back so you couldnât lift yourself up. You looked helpless in the mirror and without warning you felt his dick plunging deep inside of you.
You gasped at the intrusion. Sharp pain erupted within you as tears welled in your eyes and you could do nothing except tightly squeeze them shut while your hands desperately attempted to grab at anything to hold on to. Heeseung had started to fuck you without even giving you a second to adjust and your cries filled the bathroom.Â
You hadnât been fucked like this in so long and sure Jake was a freak in bed with a big dick but he had never considered fucking you before making sure you were prepped. No, this was Heeseungâs specialty. He fucking loved it and you couldnât help but also find yourself loving the pain that came with his pleasure.Â
âFucking slut, look at yourself,â Heeseung growled in your ear before roughly grabbing your hair and pulling it back, forcing you to face yourself in the mirror.Â
âPlease, Heeseung,â you could barely moan out.Â
His hand gripped your hip so tightly that he knew bruises from his fingers were sure to be left afterward and his eyes were crazed as he battered himself even harder against your cervix, giving you no respite.
âWhat? What else could you want, Iâm already fucking you. Greedy whore.â You felt yourself clench tighter around him as you heard his words. You were almost there as you could feel the tight coil just about ready to snap.
âOh fuck, Heeseung harder,â you screamed.Â
Heeseung did just as you asked and as if it was possible, you felt him force himself even deeper inside you at a faster pace. You knew he was battering deep at your cervix, but you were too focused on chasing your orgasm that you couldnât even care for the dull aching pain. His hand in your hair pushed your head against the mirror and you found yourself unable to stop yourself from drooling and fogging up the mirror. His animalistic grunts filled your ear and the grip in your hair got tighter.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck!â You screamed out as the coil snapped and you felt yourself reaching your ultimate high. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you slumped against the mirror, having no strength to hold yourself up.
Heeseung was also close as you felt his cock twitch inside you and before you knew it, warm spurts of cum painted inside of you as you felt him thrust a couple of more times while he panted. He came so much that you could even feel some drip down the inside of your thighs.
âFuck,â he breathed out as he slowly pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you and land on the bathroom floor.Â
You were still slumped against the mirror, attempting to catch your breath and process what had just happened.
As your eyes connected with Heeseungâs through the mirror, a rush of emotions overwhelmed you. The weight of what the two of you had just done bore down on you, and shame began to smother you, making you feel like you were suffocating. You couldn't stay there with him a moment longer. Quickly, you dressed yourself, doing your best to ignore the aching pain between your legs. Heeseung looked confused by your sudden change, but before he could say anything, you were out the door, leaving him to dwell on the implications of your actions.
You honestly hadnât been listening to anything Ryujin had been saying for the past couple of minutes as she rambled on. Instead, you stared at the piece of salmon on your plate, analyzing each line that ran through the fish. If you didnât focus on this, your mind would start drifting back to what happened yesterday, and you'd rather shoot yourself in the foot than think about that.
âHey, Y/N, are you even listening?â Ryujin raised her voice, trying to get your attention.
Snapping out of it, you finally took your eyes away from your dinner and looked up at her. âOh, sorry, I got distracted.â
âYeah, no shit. Iâve been talking to you, and you went catatonic or something. What is up with you?â She furrowed her brows at your unusual behavior.
âNothing, Iâm fine,â you quickly responded, but you knew the second she put her utensils down that she wasnât buying it.
âDonât fucking try to lie to me. I can see through your bullshit. Whatâs wrong?â Her gaze was intense, analyzing you as if there would be an external sign explaining your strange behavior.
You sighed, debating whether to tell her exactly what had happened. Deciding against it, you realized that if you opened that can of worms, things would get even messier. âUhm, I donât know, I guess Iâm just still hungover.â
âYou didnât even drink that much yesterday, though,â she said, brows still furrowed. She had noticed you hadnât come out of your room all day and had to literally drag you out just to get dinner with her.
âAre you sick? You donât really look sick though.â
You shook your head, searching for anything to blame your odd behavior on. âUhm, I just think I bruised my cervix, and it just hurts.â
Her eyes instantly widened, and you could see her holding back a grin. âOh my fucking God, you slut. You had me thinking something actually bad had happened! When did you and Sim even run off to fuck?â
You sighed in relief, glad that she was distracted by the news you had just dropped on her. She didnât notice the lingering look in your eyes that indicated there was actually something deeper driving you mad.
âUh, quickie in the bathroom. I donât know, you were probably too drunk to notice.â
She hummed while nodding. âYeah, Iâm not going to lie, I donât really remember much after Sunghoon puked everywhere. But fuck, a bruised cervix from a quickie is insane. Oh, Yujin is going to love this.â
âYeah, itâs a fucking bitch. I feel like Iâm sitting on a knife or something,â you said. You werenât lying about this partâyou were sure Heeseung had actually bruised your cervix with how hard he fucked you last nightâbut you were fine letting her think you had slept with Jake instead.
âOh, my poor baby. No wonder youâve been in bed all day. Letâs just get this boxed up and head back to the apartment. Geez, Iâm gonna have to have a talk with Jake later.â You flashed her a smile, nodding at her suggestion, glad that this not only got her off your back but also got you out of having to stay another thirty minutes at this restaurant.
Y/N (evil bitch) đč:Â
if anyone asks we fucked last night kk?
JAKEY đ€ąđŠź:
wtf
Y/N (evil bitch) đč:
no questions plsÂ
JAKEY đ€ąđŠź:Â
fuck that whatâd u do đ€š
Y/N (evil bitch) đč:
none of your business go back to playing        roblox with riki or something đ
JAKEY đ€ąđŠź:Â
THAT WAS ONE TIME
JAKEY đ€ąđŠź:Â
fuck you
JAKEY đ€ąđŠź:
tell me!!!!! you made it my business when you dragged my dick into whatever it is so i deserve to know đ€
Y/N (evil bitch) đč:
i bruised my cervix
JAKEY đ€ąđŠź:
HUH
JAKEY đ€ąđŠź:
NO IâM NOT TAKING THE BLAME FOR THAT??
Y/N (evil bitch) đč:
everyoneâs gonna think you have a big dick
JAKEY đ€ąđŠź:
bet đââïžÂ
The rest of the weekend passed without Ryujin or anyone else probing into your life, and you couldnât have been happier. There were so many moments where you debated whether or not you should reach out to Heeseung, but you quickly dismissed the idea. Besides, you had blocked him on everything, and you were sure he had done the same, so there would be no point in trying.
Distracted by thoughts of Heeseung, it had completely slipped from your mind that school was starting back on Monday. Last night (thanks to Ryujin of course), you hurriedly packed your school bag and made sure you had everything for the first day.
And while you usually enjoyed school, just from today, you already felt overwhelmed. It seemed that all your professors had decided to assign work and readings for the next class. You were already swamped with assignments, feeling the weight of the semester ahead.
âOkay, but donât you think I at least deserve to know who you slept with?â Jake's voice cut through your thoughts as you walked through the library shelves, searching for a book your professor had assigned out of nowhere that wasnât even mentioned in the syllabus. You had been barely listening to his yapping as most of your focus was on finding the book.Â
âRyujin wonât stop talking my ear off about how I broke you and how you couldnât move all weekend. She thinks Iâm an ass and wonât stop scolding me like Iâm the one who did it! Iâm a gentlemanâIâd never bruise anyoneâs cervix without permission,â Jake said with an exasperated tone, trailing behind you.
âIâm pretty sure gentlemen, at least the ones i know donât beg on their knees for anal-â
He cut you off, his eyes widening. âAlright, alright! That was one time and I was drunk. Jesus, woman! And donât act like you didnât let me do itâyou were perfectly fine with it. Either way, I still feel like I should know who the fella is.â
âPlease donât say fella, itâs such a turn-off.â You scrunched your face at his choice of vocabulary, shaking your head before turning back to search for your book.
âOkay, fine, whatever. I just want to know who Iâm protecting from Ryujinâs annoying ass, and honestly, I think Sunghoon overheard her, so now we can assume the whole school knows.â It was well-known that once any news hit Sunghoon, it spread through the school like wildfire. He had a bit of a loose lip and an affinity for gossip, making him the schoolâs personal Deuxmoi, but with none of the anonymity (maybe Perez Hilton was a better comparison).
âIâm serious, Jake, you donât want to know. Just leave it. You owe me anyway.â By now, you were growing increasingly irritated with Jakeâs relentless probing and the fact that you still couldnât find the damn book.
He shot you an incredulous look. âOwe you for what? Now youâre just making up debts that donât even exist!â
âAnal,â you replied without missing a beat, already smiling, knowing his reaction.
âOh my God, Y/N, fuck you literally! Geez, if someone had told me this was the price I had to pay for putting it in the ass once, I wouldnât have even touched it with a ten-foot pole,â Jake exclaimed, and you couldnât help but giggle. You loved to mess with Jake, especially because he was always so overly dramatic and had the best reactions.
âSeriously, Jake, you donât want to know. You did your job, so thanks, but please stop bothering me about this.â You flashed him an exaggerated smile and patted him on the head.
Jakeâs eyes widened, and he stopped in his tracks. âNo fucking way.â
âWhat?â You didnât like how he was staring at you.
âPlease donât tell me you slept with Heeseung.â The smile on your face instantly vanished as you froze at his words. How the fuck did he know?
âNo fucking way. You just slept with the enemy? Are you kidding me? Do you see this?â He gestured dramatically at his face. âThis is the aftermath of my survival from his wrath and proof that I fought valiantly for you. And you go ahead and sleep with him? Oh my God, and you made everyone think I fucked up your vagina when it was actually him? Holy shit, wait until Ryujin hears about this.â You quickly reached over and clamped your hand over his mouth, realizing how absurdly loud he was being in the library.
âShut the fuck up, youâre practically screaming! And what the fuck are you even talking about? Of course, I would never sleep with Heeseung.â You did your best to mask your surprise, hoping he wouldnât catch on.
Jake shook his head, scoffing in disbelief. âYouâre such a shit liar. The only other time I remember your cervix getting bruised was when Heeseung fucked you on that yacht last Christmas. Remember how you had a hard time sitting straight at Christmas dinner?â
Fuck, he got you there.
You sighed and reluctantly nodded, closing your eyes in frustration. âOkay, fine. But please donât tell Ryujin, Sunghoon, or anyone else. I already feel like shit about it, and my self-worth is in the gutter right now. Iâve been sick all weekend just thinking about it.â
âHe didnât force you or anything, right?â Jake's face shifted to one of genuine concern, his brows knitting together.
You shook your head. âNo, of course not. Itâs just that I regret it so much. I felt so gross afterward. It was just a really, really bad drunken mistake, and I donât want to talk about it. Seriously, thanks for covering for me. Youâre literally the best because I really donât want anyone to find out. I just want to forget about it.â
Jake studied you for a moment, clearly understanding how much this was affecting you. He nodded, reaching out to give you a comforting hug, which you gratefully returned while you let out a sigh. âYeah, donât worry. I wonât say anything. Just let me know if he tries anything else or if you need anything.â
The hug was comforting, a small balm for the turmoil of the weekend. You were relieved he didnât press further or make you feel worse about what happened. However, as you started to pull away, a familiar voice sliced through the air, bringing with it an overwhelming sense of dĂ©jĂ vu. Jakeâs groan confirmed the arrival of the last person you wanted to see.
âIn the library is kinky, but what can I expect from the two of you? Always so classy,â Karinaâs smug tone cut through the air. You and Jake quickly broke from the hug, and you rolled your eyes as you faced her, already irritated by her presence.
âAre you stupid or like blind? Cause obviously if you werenât then youâd be able to clearly see we were just hugging you fucking dumbass,â Jake snapped back, his tone sharp. Normally, youâd find his sass amusing, but Karinaâs presence seemed to have sucked out any potential humor in the air.
âJesus, Jake, youâre such an ass,â Karina snapped back at him before turning her attention to you. âGet your dog on a leash, would you? Maybe you should have been more careful about who you chose to have a kid with. The anger issues are seriously concerning with this one, not to mention the aggression. Heard about what happened over the weekend.â
âKarina literally shut the fuck up. You know damn well Iâm not pregnant. Itâs not even funny anymore; youâre just dragging it out. Just fucking mind your own business,â you snapped, your anger bubbling over. You could see Jakeâs jaw clenched tight, his irritation matching your own.
âWell actually it kind of is my business 'cause Heeseung has been MIA all weekend, and I canât help but wonderâsince youâre such a slutâif you had something to do with it. The past few months since you two left were perfect, but the second you come back, everything seems to be fucked up. So tell me, what the hell happened at the party?â Karinaâs sneer was almost unbearable, and you fought the urge to slap her.
âMaybe he finally realized what a fucking bitch you are.âJakeâs voice was laced with disdain. If Ryujin was Karinaâs biggest hater, Jake wouldnât be far behind her. Even as kids he hated even having to sit at the same table as her so his hostility towards her was all too familiar for you.
Karina ignored him as her glare remained fixed on you. Her pretty face now twisted into a deep frown and you knew she was pissed. It was a stark contrast to the fake friendliness sheâd shown you just a week ago at the grocery store.
âI didnât fucking do anything, and I donât want anything to do with him, so fuck off. Seriously. Maybe Jakeâs rightâhe finally realized how much of a clingy piece of shit you are,â you shot back, frustration evident in your voice. You should have known that Karina would notice Heeseung missing from her side for a good portion of Friday night.
Karinaâs expression hardened as she took a step closer, unyielding. âYouâre such a shit liar. What did you do?â
âThis is bullshit. Letâs fucking go,â Jake said, grabbing your arm and pulling you away. Neither of you wanted to spend another second there.
âYou know he said I did it better than you, right?â Karinaâs taunt was intended to provoke, and it did just that. You froze, feeling her words hit hard despite knowing she was just trying to get under your skin.
âCâmon, letâs go. Donât fucking listen to her,â Jake urged, tugging you along again. As much as you tried to ignore her, her words had a lingering effect, and you hated that they got under your skin.
You didnât care that this was your last year in college; you were convinced that you needed to transfer anywhere far away from here. There was no way you could endure a whole year of torment from Heeseung and Karina. As if to cement this decision, today seemed determined to be the worst day of your life. The moment you arrived at your apartment, rage surged through you when you saw who was waiting for you in front of your door.
âIâm going to fucking call security,â you instantly snapped, pulling your phone out of your back pocket.
Heeseungâs eyes went wide as his hands reached out in front of him. âWait, wait, wait! Please, Y/N.â
You stared up at him, his eyes pleading with you to hear him out. Those bambi eyes always got to you, and this time was no different. With a roll of your eyes, you slowly put your phone down. âOkay, but I swear to God, if you try anythingââ
âI swear I wonât! I promise, I just really need to talk to you. Iâve tried texting you, but I think you blocked me,â Heeseung said, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.
âFine,â you muttered before walking past him, opening your apartment door, and stepping inside. You left the door open, signaling that he could come in, but he seemed hesitant, staring at the open door.
âAre you coming in or not?â
He blinked a couple of times, surprised that you were allowing him into your apartment, but he quickly followed you in and closed the door behind him. He hadnât been inside in so long that it felt almost surreal. Everything looked exactly the same, and he found himself realizing that he had kind of missed being here.
âWow, nothingâs changed,â Heeseung remarked, his tone revealing his surprise, especially as he noticed the photo of the two of you still on top of the kitchen counter.
You followed his gaze and felt heat rise to your face. You didnât really know why you hadnât taken it down. âUh, yeah, I mean, I also havenât been here for like three months, so I didnât really have time to change anything.â
Heeseung nodded, but as his eyes trailed back to you, he found himself staring, forgetting his words. You were as gorgeous as ever, but it seemed that the time away had only made him realize how even more beautiful you were.Â
âSo, what did you want to talk about?â The air between the two of you was awkward, just like at the party however, seeing him sober during the day gave you a much clearer look at him, and you wanted to fucking die. You hated that effect he had on you.Â
âOh, yeah, sorry, uh, I just wanted to check up on you. Friday was kind of intense, and you ran off before I could say anything, so I was worried. Iâm sorry for being so rough with you. I shouldnât have done that.â Heeseung had been beating himself up over how he had treated you, so much so that he hadnât talked to anyone all weekend despite his phone blowing up with messages from his friends.
âItâs fine. It was something we both wanted, and if anything, itâs on me. I kissed you first, so Iâm sorry for that.â
Heeseung shook his head. âNo, donât be sorry, seriously itâs okay, but uhm, I also just wanted to make sure you knew that I wasnât lying when I said I wasnât dating Karina. I swear Iâm not.â
Your brows furrowed as you recalled the incident in the library a couple of hours ago. âWell, does Karina know that?â
âWhat?âÂ
"She confronted me and Jake at the library, demanding to know what I did for you to ghost her all weekend." Heeseung frowned slightly at Jakeâs name, and his frown deepened as he listened to what Karina had done. "From what it looks like, she seems to believe that your relationship is much more than whatever youâre saying it is."
âWhat the fuck? I swear weâre not together. Iââ He stopped himself and sighed, realizing that to make you understand he was telling the truth, he had to tell you everything. âFuck, Iâ Uh, shit, weâve just been kind of hooking up, but I swear thatâs all.â
He looked almost embarrassed admitting the nature of his and Karinaâs relationship, and you could feel a part of your heart waver at what you heard. For him to admit out loud to you and confirm what you had thought was happening hurt despite you knowing that you didnât have a right as you two werenât together anymore.
âOh, uh, okay.â You nodded as you quickly turned around and opened the fridge. You pretended to look around as if you meant to open the fridge before reaching to get the Brita out for water. You knew that if you faced him, the tear welling up in your eyes would pour down your face.
Heeseung went into a near-panic as he saw your reaction. Having dated you for over two years and known you for your entire life, he could tell you were upset. He noticed your shoulders tensing as you kept your back to him, looking into the fridge.
âWait, wait, but I swear itâs nothing more than that, and I promise whatever happened between Karina and me is over. I donât have any feelings for herâI never did. She was just there after you left, and it just happened,â he rushed to explain. But his words only seemed to make you feel worse as he continued to ramble.
âWhy are you telling me this? You think this is going to make me want to get back with you?â You shook your head in annoyance, grabbing a glass from a cabinet and filling it with water from the Brita.
âNo! Iâm not trying to convince you of anything,â he said, now genuinely panicked. This was not how he intended the conversation to go.
âYou know what she said?âÂ
âHuh?â
âKarina, you know what she said?â He slowly shook his head, clearly confused by where you were going with this.
âShe said that you told her she did it better than I ever did,â you snapped, your anger evident as you stared him down.
His eyes widened in shock, and he scoffed in disbelief. âWhat the fuck! Iâve never said anything like that to her or to anyone, and itâs not fucking true.â
âWhat? So sheâs just lying to get under my skin?â You were fuming, frustration etched across your face. âKarinaâs a fucking bitch, but even she wouldnât just make something like that up. You mustâve hinted at something for her to believe it.â
âNo, no, no, I swear I havenât said or done anything remotely like what sheâs claiming. Sheâs a fucking liar,â Heeseung's anger flared as he defended himself, clearly outraged at Karinaâs audacity.
âWell, it still doesnât change the fact that you ran straight to her bed the second I was out of the countryâliterally one fucking day after we broke up!â You huffed, clearly pissed.
âOk well donât fucking act like you didnât do the exact same with Jake. What the hell, Y/N? It isnât my fault we broke up! You literally slept with one of my best friends!â Heeseung's frustration boiled over, clearly bewildered that you were still trying to act like you had no role in ending the relationship.
âIâve told you a million times that I didnât cheat on you with Jake! What more do I have to say for you to believe me?â You were fed up with defending yourself on this issue.
Heeseung rolled his eyes, âHonestly, arenât you tired of keeping all this up? Beomgyuâs video and Karina along with everyone else hearing about you two should be enough proof.â
âOh my fucking God! Jake went into the bathroom with me to help because I was puking my guts out. I drank way too much that night because I was so upset after seeing my fucking boyfriend cuddling with some other bitch all night! Youâre genuinely a complete moron if you think Beomgyu and Karina are reliable sources. Beomgyuâs been a fucking asshole to me since freshman year because heâs still bitter that I refused to sleep with him, and Karina has wanted to get with you for as long as I can remember. Seriously, I thought you had at least some common sense in you!â You were yelling so loudly that your throat was already starting to feel raw.
Heeseung shook his head in disbelief. He had no idea Beomgyu had even tried to make a move on you, and now that he thought about it, he realized there had always been tension between the two of you. While he knew about Karinaâs crush on him, he hadnât thought sheâd actually go as far as to lie about this. âOkay, well people still heard you two together.â
âFucking hell, Heeseung, it was a house party with a hundred people. You really think anyone could hear anything over the music? You know what, whateverâbelieve what you want. Thereâs no point in trying to convince you otherwise. Iâve been honest with you the whole time, and itâs been you whoâs been unwilling to listen. You dumped me without even considering my side, even though you were the one neglecting me during that last month before we broke up, spending all your time with Karina. Honestly, even if youâre telling the truth about not sleeping with her before we broke up, it doesnât change the fact that you emotionally cheated. The number of dates you forgot or canceled to be with her, and how many times I saw you two together on campus when you said you were just hanging out with the guys. Whatever. It doesnât matter anymore. Weâre not together. Just get out.â
Tears streamed down your face, and you didnât bother wiping them away. You wanted Heeseung to see the pain he had caused you.
Heeseung was at a loss for words as he saw the pain etched across your face. It broke his heart and he couldnât help but start to realize that maybe there was a chance you were telling the truth and that he might be to blame for everything. He felt his heart crumble. âY/NâŠâ
You sniffed and shook your head. âGet out, Heeseung. I never want to see you again.â
It had been a week since Heeseung had gone over to your apartment, and every day since, he had been determined to find a way to make it up to you. He knew what your last words to him were, but there was no way he was going to let you go that easily, especially now that he realized he was most likely the one in the wrong and that Karina was a fucking bitch. He had come to that solid conclusion five days prior when he finally decided it was time to confront her.
âOh my God, what the fuck? Seriously, where have you been? What happened? You literally just disappeared,â Karina ran over to him once she saw him at the cafĂ© he told her to meet him at.
Even looking at her face made Heeseung want to vomit. âI heard what you did.â
Karina frowned, not understanding what he was saying as she took a seat across from him. âWhat do you mean?â
âY/N told me about what you did at the library.â Heeseung tried his best to keep his tone even, attempting to mask the rage he was feeling toward her.
Karina nervously laughed, trying to brush it off. So, he was with you while he ghosted her. âOh yeah, I ran into her and Jake trying to get it on at the back of the library. Isnât that fucking insane, like in public like that?â
Heeseung wasnât in any mood to entertain her. He was already at a boiling point. âCut the fucking bullshit. She also told me what you said to her at the grocery store. I donât know what I did to make you think that weâre dating, but weâre not. I donât even remotely like you.â
âWhat?â Karina was taken aback by his words. Sure, Heeseung was never as affectionate and loving towards her as he was with you, but she thought she had made good progress in getting him to fall for her.
âYeah, so I swear to God if I hear you telling anyone else that weâre dating, I will get a fucking restraining order. You have been nothing more than an easy lay for me to get my mind off Y/N this whole time. I let you hang around me because I felt bad, but thatâs over now, especially since I realized youâve been lying to everyone, including me, about everything.â
Karinaâs face paled as she took in his words. She opened her mouth to say something, but he didnât give her a chance. âAlso, youâre delusional if you think youâre even comparable to Y/N, much less better than her. Go learn how to actually suck a dick before going around telling anyone that. Seriously, fuck off, and donât ever talk to me or my friends again.â
Heeseung took off right after that, leaving Karina sitting alone at the table. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest as he stormed out of the cafe. Since then, heâd been planning a way to get you to hear him out. The only thing he could come up with was outsourcing, and in this case, that meant trying to reach you through the people you hung around.
It was a no-brainer that trying to talk to Ryujin and actually getting her to hear him out would be harder than getting you to talk to him again, so that was out of the question, which left him with only one other choice.Â
Just standing in front of the apartment was making him pissed, but he knew this was probably his best bet. He let out a big sigh before knocking loudly. He waited a couple of seconds, and after a bit, he wondered if he should knock again, but before he could, the door opened.
âWhat the fuck?âÂ
Heeseung was the last person Jake would have expected to be on the other side of the door, and it caught him severely off guard.
Heeseung hadnât seen Jake since he beat him at your motherâs garden party, and while it seemed that any previous marks left on his face from the fight were gone, Heeseung still felt bad. Okay, well, actually he didnât feel that bad because he was still beyond pissed at Jake. Heeseung had by now come to the conclusion that you were most likely telling the truth about not cheating on him, but it still didnât change the fact that Jake had fucked you who knows how many times after the two of you broke up.
Jake had always been a very close friend of his since childhood, and if Heeseung was being honest, in high school there were a good number of times when he couldnât help but find himself envying his friend. It was kind of always known in your friend group that Heeseung had always had a tiny bit of a crush on you. So, when it became known that Jake had been the one to take your virginity, Heeseung was beyond crushed. In fact, he had avoided Jake for a good week, too envious of the fact that it wasnât him who had been your first. But he was quickly able to get (mostly) over it as he couldnât deny that he wasnât surprised; you and Jake had always been the closest. But now, knowing that Jake had broken bro code made that resentment resurface, and he wasnât sure if it was going away anytime soon (if ever).
âI need to talk to you,â Heeseung reluctantly said.Â
âFuck no,â Jake responded with a condescending laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.
Heeseungâs jaw tightened as he pleaded, âJake, please.â
Jake stared him down, scrutinizing every aspect of him, clearly enjoying Heeseung's desperation. âWhy? Y/N told me what happened on Monday. Youâre a fucking asshole.â
âYou donât think I donât know that? Thatâs why Iâm here. Just let me in,â Heeseung said, his patience wearing thin.
âWhatâs in it for me?â Jake crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. Heeseung could tell he was relishing the sight of him getting so desperate.
âYou already got to fuck my girlfriend as many times as you wanted. Donât you think thatâs enough?â Heeseung gritted his teeth, his voice tight with anger.
Jake rolled his eyes but opened the door, letting Heeseung in. âYou know sheâs not your girlfriend anymore, right?â
If Heeseung wasnât so determined to win you back, he would have had no issue punching Jake in the face again. But he needed Jakeâs help, so he held back and tried his best it ignore him.
âI need your help,â Heeseung said, crossing his arms and facing Jake.
Jake barely glanced at him as he headed to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of what Heeseung assumed was a protein shake. He started to shake it, more focused on his drink, acting almost as if Heeseung wasnât even there. âYouâre funny if you think Iâm going to help you with anything.â
Heeseung sighed once again, watching Jakeâs dismissive attitude. God, Jake was such a dick. âI know I fucked up.â
âYeah? Took you long enough to realize.âÂ
âI need help getting her back.â Jake let out a derisive snort that he didnât even bother to hide.
âHoly shit, youâre delusional. What makes you think Iâd help you?â Jakeâs laughter was infuriating, and Heeseung started to regret coming here.
âJake, I know what I did. I know thereâs nothing that can fully make up for it, but I need Y/N back. Iâm begging you, man, I need your help.â Heeseungâs pride was at rock bottom, but he didnât care. If this was what he had to let go of to win back the love of his life, so be it.
âYou literally cheated on her. Why the fuck would I help someone who cheated on her try to win her back? You donât deserve her.â Heeseung couldnât deny it anymore; he had emotionally cheated on you, whether he intended to or not and it sickened him to realize that he was responsible for your pain.
âI know I donât deserve her, and I also realize what I did and how Iâm responsible for everything. I know now that the last month before we broke up was terrible for her, and I was a complete asshole. I didnât mean to hurt her; everything just spiraled so quickly that I didnât have time to process it. I swear Iâm not trying to make excusesâthere arenât any. But the last three months have been hell for me. You donât understand how empty Iâve felt, how much itâs all hurt. Hearing that you two came back together from wherever you guys were fucked me up so badly that I ended up taking it out on you, and Iâm sorry for thatâit was fucked up. But what Iâm trying to say is that this whole summer has made me realize just how much I need her. Seeing her again has only made that clearer. I should have listened to her that night, but I was so blinded by anger about you two that I lost control, and you have no idea how much I fucking regret it. Talking to her last week made me see just how badly I fucked up, and I guess I was too caught up in Karinaâs lies to accept the truth. I know I donât deserve her, but please, I just need one last chance to make things right.â Heeseungâs sincerity was evident in every word, and Jake could tell that this was something Heeseung had been tormenting himself over for a while.
âI donât know what you want me to do,â Jake said honestly. âI donât even know how I can help. This is between you two.â
He hadnât expected Heeseung to lay everything out so openly, and he was a bit taken aback. But Jake still struggled to fully support Heeseung. He knew how miserable and broken you had been after the breakup, and he wasnât sure he could let you go through something like that again.
âI just need her to know that Iâm sorry and to hear me out just once more. I know I donât deserve it, but please. This was all I thought about this entire week, and I donât know what else to do. I mean I came all the way over here to you of all people because of how desperate I am. I know you donât owe me anything, especially after everything, but please, Iâm begging you. Help me out, man.â Heeseungâs eyes were filled with desperation, and Jake let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
âIs Karina still in the picture?âÂ
âFuck no, and I made sure she understood. Sheâs literally the worst mistake I ever made, and I shouldâve known better. I just didnât think sheâd take it this far, but I swear, there was nothing between us to begin with. She just caught me at a vulnerable time and took advantage of it. I fully acknowledge the mess I made in the month leading up to Y/N and me breaking up, and I know itâs probably too late now, but please, Jake. Y/N is the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. You of all people should know that, so I canât just let this go without trying one more time.âÂ
Heeseung couldnât even lift his head to face Jake anymore, his eyes focused on his trembling fingers. The shame of his actions weighed heavily on him, and admitting it all out loud took a lot out of him.
A few seconds of silence passed, and Heeseung assumed Jake was deliberating. With each passing second, his anxiety spiked, and he desperately wished Jake would say something, anything.
âFuck, I canât believe Iâm saying this, but okay,â Jake said, his tone heavy with disbelief. Heeseungâs head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock. âThereâs no guarantee this will even work, but Iâll try something. Just know that Iâm not taking this lightly. If you mess it up again, Iâll fucking kill you. Iâm not kidding. The moment I see Karina anywhere near you, youâre dead. Iâm only doing this because I know how much you meant to her and how miserable sheâs been without you.â
Heeseungâs smile stretched so wide it made his cheeks hurt, but he didnât care. âThank you so much. Seriously, thank you, man. I really owe you.â
âYeah, whatever,â Jake said, rolling his eyes at how excited Heeseung was. âBut if Y/N isnât having it, thereâs literally nothing else I can do. So donât get your hopes up.â
âNo, I get it. Seriously, thank you so much. And Iâm genuinely sorry for everything. It was fucked up for me to fight you like that.â Heeseung wasnât sure if things with their friend group would ever return to normal, but heâd be lying if he denied that he missed having his friends around. A small bit of him kind of hoped this might be a step in the right direction of maybe getting everything back to normal.
âYeah, whatever. I guess I kind of deserved it for sleeping with your girl,â Jake said with a hint of sarcasm.
Okay, maybe Heeseung wasnât entirely fine with Jake being around like before as he felt one of his eyes twitch in irritation at the reminder of Jake being in your bed all summer, but he pushed the thought aside. âJust donât make it a habit.â
âWeâll see. Donât fuck it up.â
Heeseung felt another twitch in his eye. Maybe he wasnât entirely over the idea of killing Jake Sim.
You had been sort of in a weird state of limbo where it seemed that a part of you was still wallowing in the sadness that came after the whole fight with Heeseung in your apartment but also there was also a part of you that was just kind of irritated with everything and you werenât sure how to get yourself free from this state.
And it seemed the latter was taking over your current state as you let out a grunt of frustration as you attempted to hit the ball over the net, only for it to get caught and cause you to lose. Shouts of amusement came from across the court as you sneered in annoyance.
âHa! Dinnerâs on you! Oh, princess you fucking suck at this.â Jake was a little too happy about your loss as he giggled around the court.Â
Sweat drenched the both of you as the setting sunâs heat blazed relentlessly down the two of you. âYou know that Iâm usually good! Youâre just better today I guess.âÂ
You sheepishly shrugged before chugging your water from your water bottle on the side, the cold liquid instantly quenching your thirst. You were so ready to leave and get food.
âYou just got unlucky that Sunghoon wasnât here. Thereâs no doubt heâd be buying dinner. Iâve never seen someone worse at pickleball than he is.â You both let out a small laugh thinking about your mutual friend and his lack of athleticism.Â
"Yeah, honestly, I know he said he was sick or something, but I bet he just said that to dodge paying for dinner," you muttered, tossing your keys at Jake after packing up your paddle and balls. "You're driving, though."
He caught the keys without protest, shrugging as he followed you to the car. After unlocking it, he slid into the driverâs seat, immediately grimacing. âJesus, what the fuck is this seat positioning?â
âLeave me alone, itâs my car,â you rolled your eyes, watching as he adjusted the seat to his liking.
âToo nice of a car for such a shitty driver like you,â he snorted, making you gasp in offense.
But before you could fire anything back, he quickly switched the subject. "So, who's Ryujin going on a date with tonight?"
"Some new European exchange student, I think his nameâs Armand? Not sure, but Iâm pretty sure heâs French."
"Where the hell is she finding all these European guys?" Jake shook his head.Â
Pickleball was usually a doubles match with you, Jake, Sunghoon, and Ryujin, but Sunghoon had bailed, claiming he was sick (though you werenât convinced), and Ryujin was off on her date.
"I think he's in her finance classâor at least thatâs what Yujin said. But yeah, she clearly has a type," you snorted, sending Ryujin a quick text to see how the date was going.
"Thatâs an understatement. Iâm surprised she got over Louis that fast. And how the hell does Yujin still know everything about everyone despite being abroad for a whole semester?"
The circle you and your family had always been surrounded by was small, a natural outcome of the exclusive lifestyle the upper echelon of society ledâone not easily accessible to just anyone. This circle was even tighter at your school, where everyone with status seemed to gravitate. As soon as someone new entered the fold, it took only a few days for word to spread, and soon enough, everyone knew everything about them, especially if they came from a similarly privileged background. So it was no surprise that even after studying abroad in Italy for 6 months, Yujin still managed to stay in the loop.
âYou know you donât actually have to be on campus to keep up with everything,â you sighed, rolling your eyes.Â
It was frustrating, sometimes even invasive, to know that every move you made was watched and analyzed, but it seemed to be the price you and your friends paid for the lives you led.
Jake hummed in agreement, and for a few moments, the car was uncharacteristically quiet. It was unusualâJake was never one to keep his mouth shut, so his silence could only mean one thing.
"Ugh, what?" you groaned, turning your phone off and shifting your focus to his profile.
Jake shot you a brief look of confusion before turning his attention back to the road. "What?"
"Just spit it out." You knew all too well that when Jake went quiet, it meant he was holding back something importantâand more often than not, it wasnât good news.
He gave you another glance, this one doing nothing to ease the knot forming in your stomach, before letting out a long sigh. "So, the other day, someone came to see me."
You raised an eyebrow, sensing that he was trying to drag this out. It couldnât be good. "Oh my God, just tell me already. Who was it?"
Jake took a few more seconds before finally answering. âHeeseung.â
Your exâs name was the last thing you expected to hear. âWhat?â
âYeah, someone knocked, and when I opened the door, there he was, just standing there.â Jakeâs slow pace was driving you insaneâyou just wanted him to get to the point.
âJust tell me what he wanted. Did he try to fight you again? Because I swear to Godââ
âNo! No, it wasnât anything like that. He didnât come to start anything; he just asked for a favor.â Jake nervously bit his lip, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He clearly didnât want to tell you what Heeseung was really after.
âJake, just get to the fucking point. What did he ask for?âÂ
âOkay fine, he wanted me to talk to you about maybe hearing him out again.â Jake grimaced as he revealed Heeseung's request, sensing that the silence on your end was not a good sign. âUgh, please Y/N, say something.â
You didnât know if you should be fuming or surprised. Maybe both. âWhat did you say?â
Your calm tone caught Jake off guard as he turned into the Thai restaurant youâd chosen for dinner, parking before facing you. âOkay, you canât be mad, but I agreed.â
Your mouth opened in protest, anger filling your eyes, but he rushed on before you could interrupt. âJust listen. You know meâI wouldnât agree to something like this, especially with him, unless I really thought he deserved it. After I listened to him, I could see how genuine he was. I know he was a dick on Monday, but he came to me desperate and genuinely sorry. He wouldnât have approached me of all people if he wasnât serious.I know how much he hurt you, but I also see how unhappy you are without him. This might not be the worst thing for you two. Plus, Karinaâs definitely out of the pictureâHeeseung looked furious talking about her and promised he wouldnât associate with her again.â
You processed everything slowly, staring at Jake. âHe hurt me so bad,â was all you could manage as you shook your head, struggling to accept what your best friend was telling you.
Jakeâs eyes softened at your reaction. âI know, Y/N. Heâs still a total asshole, but deep down, you know that not having him around hurts even more. I didnât promise him anything, and I wonât ever force you to talk to him. Honestly, if I had my way, Iâd keep him far away from you. But I know you, and I see how badly all this unresolved feeling is fucking with you. I donât want that for you. So just know this is an option. It doesnât have to be now, or next week, or even this month. But if you ever feel ready to talk to him againâespecially now that it seems like you both understand what happenedâheâs willing to apologize. Iâll even be there with you if you want.â
Jake was right, and you hated that. Deep down, you knew this unresolved pain would eat you alive. Heeseung had always been part of your life, and having him ripped away, even for just a couple of months, was agonizing. You didnât know if you could just cut him out completely, so you slowly nodded. âOkay.â
Heeseung honestly had little faith that Jake would keep his promises, but he still held onto a sliver of hope. Yet, as the weeks passed with no word from you, that hope began to dwindle. After a month had gone by without any communication, he was on the verge of accepting that he had ruined the most important thing in his life. Just as he was about to let it go, fortune finally smiled on him: he spotted you outside, nervously biting your lip as you waited for his class to end. A grin spread across his face the moment your eyes met, and he walked toward you.
âHey,â he greeted softly.
His smile made your heart race, and it was annoying to realize that he still had that effect on you after everything that had happened. âHey, I was wondering if you were busy. I think Iâm ready to talk.â
Heeseung mentally noted to give Jake the biggest thank you ever. Despite his doubts about Jake's ability to follow through, he couldn't be more grateful to be proven wrong.
âYeah, of course. This is my last class of the day,â he said, eagerly nodding as you both walked out of the building.
âOh great, I wasnât sure about your schedule, so I was just hoping I got lucky and you were free.â The awkward tension between you was palpable. âDo you want to grab lunch? I can drive if you didnât.â
âYeah, that sounds perfect. Jay drove us today, but Iâll just text him that he doesnât have to worry about me.â Heeseung couldnât help the smile spreading across his face. It was amazing how much your presence lifted his spirits. You were like a ray of sunshine, and just being able to look at you felt pretty fucking incredible.
You shot him a small smile before nodding, leading him to your car. âOkay, perfect.â
The ride to the restaurant was quiet, with barely any words exchanged until you both placed your orders.
Knowing that silence would make everything feel pointless, you mustered the courage to clear your throat and initiate the conversation. âJake told me you really wanted to talk to me again.â
Heeseung nodded without hesitation. âYeah, Iâm not going to lie, I really didnât think heâd actually help, but Iâm so glad he did. I hope you didnât feel forced or anythingâthatâs the last thing I want. If you ever feel that way during this conversation, I would completely understand if you just walked away.â
You nodded, recognizing the sincerity in his words. It gave you reassurance about his intentions. âI wasnât forced or anything, but it did take some time. Honestly, I didnât want to hear you out again, especially since last time ended badly. But Iâve had time to think, and Iâve come to the conclusion that I need to do this, at least for myself, to move forward from everything.â
âIâm really glad you gave me a chance to talk to you again. Y/N, I know this might not mean much to you, but I truly want to say Iâm sorry.â Heeseung sighed before continuing, âIâve had time to reflect on everything, and Iâve realized that what I did was unfair to you and hurt you in ways I never intended. None of this was your fault, and Iâm so sorry for putting you through that.â
Hearing those words felt like a wave of relief washed over your aching heart. It was as if you had been yearning to hear him acknowledge your pain, and his sincere apology felt like a crucial step toward healing. Yet, one lingering question held you back.
âWhy did you do it?â you asked softly, almost afraid to voice it. You noticed Heeseungâs eyes soften at your words.
He sat in silence, contemplating your question. Why had he abandoned you during the last month of your relationship?
âIâm not sure,â he blinked, his brow furrowing in distress. âI know thatâs not a good enough answer, but honestly, I donât even think I understand it myself. I really donât want this to sound like an excuse, but I didnât realize what was happening until it was too late. That project consumed so much of my time, and unfortunately, that meant spending all those hours with Karina. It became a routine, and I thought it would help me finish the class with a good grade. I never stopped to consider if Karina had ulterior motives, and Iâm so sorryâI never thought about how this would affect you.â
You were unsure how to process his words, but you appreciated his honesty and let him continue. âI didnât mean to blow you off or prioritize the project, which ended up meaning prioritizing Karina over you. That was never my intention. I hope you understand that I never saw her as a replacement or thought she was better than you in any way, especially not romantically. I swear nothing happened between us until after you left for your trip. Even then, I was just so angry, and she happened to be there. She was only an outlet for my frustration, and I know thatâs probably not what you want to hear, but I canât deny that something happened. I just need you to know that aside from the physical, there was nothing else with her.â
Heeseung grimaced as he admitted all this. The weight of his actions felt unbearable, and when he saw your faceâso sad, struggling to hold it togetherâit made him feel even worse. He hated that he was the cause of your pain.
You nodded slowly, your chest tightening as you absorbed his words and another sigh left your mouth. âThat last month was so unbearable for me. It was literally hell. You have no idea how many nights I spent blaming myself, thinking I drove you to another girl. But what hurt even more was the aftermath. Iâve known you for so long, and I never realized how much you meant to my life until you were just⊠gone. I felt so lost without you.â
âIt was the same for me. Y/N, youâve been the love of my life since we were kids. Youâve always been my dream and literally everyone around us knows how much youâve always meant to me. Iâve dated around and hooked up with other people but at the end of the day, I just kept coming back to you. Youâre everything Iâve ever wanted. Youâre my home. Thatâs why I had to take this chanceâto see you again, to beg you to hear me out one last time.â His voice trembled, and a tear slipped down your cheek as you felt the weight of his desperation. Your heart ached, torn between the pain of the past and the flicker of hope in his eyes.
He reached over to take your hand in his, the warmth of his familiar touch sending a jolt through you. A small, hopeful smile broke through his anxiety. âI love you, Y/N. I truly believe youâre it for me. But if you need me to let you go, Iâll do it. Iâd do anything to see you happy.â
âHeeseungâŠâ The words barely escaped your lips before tears started streaming down your cheeks. You couldnât hold back your emotions, even in this crowded place. His confession pierced through the defenses you had built, reaching deep into the empty spaces you didnât even know existed. You remembered all the pain he had caused, the scars still fresh, and yet, despite everything, he was still your Heeseung. Your heart ached with the undeniable truth that he was your destined other half, and you couldnât bring yourself to let him go completely.
In that moment, amidst the whirlwind of your emotions, the right path became unmistakably clear. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your feelings shift into something resolute. With trembling hands, you squeezed his. This wasnât just about forgiveness; it was about embracing the possibility of healing together. âI canât let you go, not now,â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. âLetâs find our way back.â
No one had ever warned you how difficult it truly was to rebuild something broken, even with someone youâd known your entire life. But now, standing on the other side of that struggle, as you watched the pieces of your relationship with Heeseung slowly fall back into place, you realized that every effort had been worth it. The awkward silences, the tentative steps, and the raw vulnerabilityâit had all led to this unexpected peace. Months ago, you wouldâve laughed if someone told you not only that youâd be back together, but that youâd be more in love with Heeseung than ever before. Yet, against all odds, here you wereâmore sure of him, more connected, and somehow, more in love than you ever thought possible.
It had been two weeks since that lunch, two weeks since you both decided to give things another shot. Although hesitation still hung between you, trust was slowly rebuilding, and you could feel the progress with every passing day. The real breakthrough came when you got solid proof that Karina was no longer a looming threat. It seemed that Heeseungâs rejection hit her harder than anyone expected, leading her to pack up and flee to her familyâs summer home in Lake Como. Word spread quickly that she was taking a semester off to âhealâ from all the so-called negative toxicity, but honestly, you couldnât care less. And it seemed that it wasnât just youâeveryone in your circle seemed to be rejoicing the second her plane left the tarmac, collectively exhaling as though theyâd been holding their breath for months. Her departure felt like the final nail in the coffin of a drama that had dragged on far too long, and for the first time in a while, you felt truly free from the chaos.
You and Heeseung had agreed to take things slow, both afraid to fuck up the fragile foundation of your newly rekindled relationship. While you often found yourself holding back more than you were used to, the fresh start was also exciting, like falling in love all over again. The honeymoon phase was in full swing, and honestly, you were soaking it up. So much so that it seemed your entire friend groupâfinally restored, thank God (you were sure youâd even seen Jay shed a tear when he was reunited with Sunghoon)âwas playfully revolting at how inseparable you and Heeseung had become. But despite the jokes, everyone was genuinely thrilled to see you two back together. Even the soft launch on Instagram stirred enough commotion that your mom called, confused. But you didnât care about anyoneâs reactions, because for the first time in a long time, you were truly happy.
âIâm surprised your little purse dog isnât with you,â Yujinâs voice snapped you out of your thoughts as she appeared out of nowhere, making you jump.
âWhat?â You shot her a confused look.
âHeeseung! Heâs like your own little purse dog these days. I donât think Iâve seen you two apart since you got back together,â she teased, giving you a smug grin before snatching your drink from your hand and taking a big swig.
You snatched it right back, rolling your eyes. âThat is not true!â
But the grin on your face betrayed youâyou knew exactly what she meant.
Your half-hearted attempts to deny her claims were cut short when yet another voice chimed in, startling you once again. "Nah, Yujin's right. You two are capital C clingy."
"Stop sneaking up on me!" you groaned, shaking your head at both Ryujin and Yujin. They, of course, found your irritation hilarious. Before you could protest further, Ryujin also reached over and grabbed your drink, taking a long sip without hesitation.
"Oh my God, just take it!" you exclaimed, shaking your head in disbelief. You turned to grab a fresh cup, already resigned to making yourself another drink.
"But seriously, where is Heeseung?" Ryujin asked, glancing around the packed house, her eyes scanning the crowd for your boyfriend.
Jake had thrown a party to celebrate Karinaâs dramatic exit, and it seemed like everyone you knew had shown up. His place was absolutely massive so it was insane to see the entire place bursting with people, not a single corner empty.
You shrugged as you added ice to your drink. "Not sure, I saw Jay dragging him out to the pool. I think theyâre playing beer pong. You guys do realize we havenât been together every second, right?â
Yujin scoffed. "You sure about that?t At least from what Iâve been seeing Iâm having a hard time believing that."
âYeah, babe, I donât think thereâs been a single day this week you havenât been with him,â Ryujin added. But when she noticed a slight frown tugging at your lips, she quickly backpedaled. âBut thatâs not a bad thing! You guys are back together, and honestly, you seem so much happier and more in love. Weâre happy for you.â
Yujin nodded in agreement. âYeah, itâs cute. Almost sickeningly so. But seriously, weâre all just glad you two are happy again.â
Right on cue, you felt a familiar arm wrap around your waist from behind. You knew instantly who it was. âAww, thatâs so sweet, Yujin. Glad we have your support,â Heeseung teased, reaching out to fist-bump her.
"Were you out playing beer pong?" you asked, glancing up at Heeseung.
He nodded with a grin. "Yeah, Sunghoon and I absolutely annihilated Jay and Jake. Those two suck every single time, but they keep teaming up like theyâve got something to prove. Not that Iâm complainingâit just means we keep winning. The loser had to admit the otherâs dog was better, and Sunghoon had Jake practically in tears, saying Gaeul was superior to Layla. It was almost cruel. Laylaâs literally upstairs, and he ran right up to apologize to her."
Ryujin snorted. "You guys are such kids. What kind of punishment even is that?"
"Hey, Iâll have you know that when it comes to Gaeul, Iâd put my fucking life on the line for her!" Sunghoon appeared out of nowhere, clearly having overheard the mention of his beloved dog.
"Yeah, donât mess with his dog. Itâs, like, actually serious for him," Heeseung added, backing up his friend with a smirk.
You couldnât help but smile. It felt so good to have everyone back together, the easy banter flowing like it always had. The boys, especially, had clearly missed each other. Things were a bit tense between Heeseung and Jake at first, but once Sunghoon and Jay rejoined the group, it felt like no time had passed at all. Of course, Heeseung wasted no time making it clear that you were off-limits now, even threatening that heâd shave Jakeâs hair off if he so much as thought about crossing that lineâand judging by Jakeâs face, it was a threat he took seriously.
As Sunghoon passionately defended his dog, you felt Heeseung's arm tighten around your waist. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. âI donât know about you, but I can think of something way better than listening to Sunghoon go on about his dogâs honor,â he whispered, his voice laced with mischief. âHow about we check out one of the way-too-many bedrooms upstairs?â
The suggestion came with that familiar cheeky tone, and you didnât need any convincing. Without a word, the two of you quietly slipped away from the group, who were still caught up in their conversation about pets. Heeseung was rightâthere were far too many rooms in this house, but luckily you knew exactly where to find a quiet, empty one.
Your body hadnât even fully crossed the threshold before Heeseung captured your lips with a fervor you hadnât felt since Hyunjinâs party. When you said that you and Heeseung were committed to taking your relationship slowly, you truly meant it. Sure, the two of you had made it to third base, but you had intentionally held back from rushing into sex, wanting to protect the delicate balance of your relationship. Yet, in that moment, it was clear that neither of you was opposed to going all the way. You both had been holding back for far too long.
Shutting the door behind you, he slammed you flat against the it as his tongue explored inside your mouth. You were panting against his lips as you reached for his clothes. It was obvious neither of you were particularly interested in taking it slow.Â
âGod youâre so fucking hot,â Heeseung didn't hold back his groan as his hand pulled your top over your breasts and cupped one in his hand, groping it as he deepened the kiss. You scratched a hand against the nape of his neck eliciting another low groan from him while his lips trailed down from your lips down to your neck. His touches had never felt better and you were yearning to feel him closer and deeper.Â
While his lips worked their way down, you didnât waste any time pulling your leather pants down, revealing the same pair of black thongs that you had been wearing the last time the two of you had sex and Heeseung groaned against your skin once he realized.Â
âFuck, youâre going to be the death of me.â You giggled at his response and quickly tugged him towards the bed, leaving behind a trail of clothes as the two of you continued to get rid of your clothes until you were left bare.Â
Your hands firmly gripped his shoulders once he had finally stripped and you pushed him down on the bed as you also went down on your knees. His mouth was slightly agape as his eyes twinkled at the realization of what was happening.
âIâve missed your cock so bad,â you purred before letting a wad of spit fall from your mouth and straight on his rock-hard dick.Â
His eyes instantly rolled back when your hands wrapped themselves around his length and worked their way up and down, adopting a steady tempo. Your eyes never left his face as you held a determined look in your eyes, eager to please him.
âFuck, just like that,â Heeseung barely managed to pant out as his eyes connected with yours.
You couldnât hold back a smile. Knowing that your touches had him falling apart like this in pleasure had you growing overcome with lust. There was not a better sight than the one in front of you and you couldnât break away from witnessing his every reaction even as you slowly started to lick his tip.Â
He was panting hard as he watched you lick up and down his shaft before swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip that was dripping with precum. And when you sunk down, allowing his dick to find its place in your warm tight throat, his hands went straight to the back of your head, pushing you further down and inciting you to choke on his length.
Itâd been a while since youâd deep-throated anything and you felt the tears instantly prick at your eyes as you gagged around his thick cock. You concentrated hard, closing your eyes to ease your throat as you slowly started to bob your head.
Saliva escaped down the corners of your mouth as the tears were now fully escaping your eyes. The filthy sounds of you gagging filled the room along with Heeseungâs deep grunts. His hands were fully pushing your head down as he thrust up, yearning for you to take him deeper. You tried your best to swallow around his as you searched for air, but he was relentless and pushed you until you couldnât take anymore and had to slap the sides of his thighs for respite.Â
 âJesus Christ, Heeseung!â You gasped for air before coughing when he finally let you go, realizing how brutal he had been treating your throat.
âShit, sorry,â his eyes were wide as he reached for your face, pushing your sweat-drenched hair away from your face. âItâs been so long and you felt so good, Iâm so sorry-â
âShut up,â you shook your head as you pushed him back on the bed. You ignored his apologies and quickly got on top of him, ignoring the fact that you had just been brutally choking on your boyfriendâs dick.
You were already dripping wet and Heeseungâs eyes couldnât take his eyes away from your glistening pussy hovering over his dick. His hands guided themselves to your hips and you slowly teased him as you rubbed the tip of his dick at your entrance.Â
âPlease,â he pleaded desperately and that was all you needed to hear before you slowly sunk yourself down his length.
The two of you let out groans and you couldnât help but heavily pant as you went lower, feeling him deeper in you. You felt so full that it felt like you could feel him all the way up your throat. Heeseung was massive and despite having loads of experience riding him, every time it felt like almost too much for you as your body felt like it was being stretched beyond its limit.
âFuck, youâre too big,â you whimpered as you felt your body slumping over his, trying your best to get adjusted to his side.Â
His mouth found yours as he passionately kissed you while his hands found your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. âYouâre taking me so well princess.â
As he praised you, you found yourself slowly attempting to move your hips and before you knew it, you were moaning against his lips as you moved up and down his length. The pleasure was overwhelming and you couldnât stop. The stretch still stung, but the pleasure that came with it was more than anything you couldâve asked for.
âHeeseung,â you moaned out loudly as his hips thrust up to meet yours, forcing you to feel him deeper.
The room was filled with your wanton moans that didnât stop chanting his name and the sounds of his balls slapping roughly against your pussy. His grunts were getting animalistic and before you knew it, he had flipped the two of you over changing the position and taking over.Â
âOh my God!â You screeched as he moved your legs to hang over his shoulders, causing the new position to allow him to reach you deeper if that was even possible.
He relentlessly pounded against your sweet spot, âYou feel so fucking good. Perfect pussy made just for me.â
His dirty talk had you whimpering and you found yourself reaching down for your clit quickly rubbing it, helping you reach your orgasm faster.Â
âIâm almost there donât stop,â you instructed, and with a couple more hard thrusts, you found yourself loudly crying out as you found yourself reaching your peak.Â
You clung to him tightly as you rode out your orgasm and could feel him twitch inside you before also cumming closely after. He filled you to the brim with his cum as you limply laid there taking everything he gave you. Once he was finished, he slowly pulled out inciting a small whimper from you and you could feel all his cum slowly pouring out of you and down your leg.Â
Heeseung, seemingly just as worn out as you were, plopped right next to you before pulling you close to him, cuddling you. A huge smile formed on your face as you turned your head to face him and kiss him, someone pounded on the door.
âYou two are so fucked for that! You do realize Laylaâs room is right next door!âÂ
Bonus:
It was unbelievable how fast time had flown, especially now, standing with all your closest friends in matching caps and gowns. You couldnât help but marvel at the fact that youâd all made it through college in one piece, still tight-knit as ever. It was almost enough to bring you to tearsâif you werenât so distracted by how uncomfortable your dress had become under your gown. You kept fidgeting, trying to adjust it for a bit of relief.
âStop wrinkling your dress!â your mother scolded, while busy straightening Jakeâs tie.
âBut no oneâs even going to see the tie under the gown,â Jake whined, only for your mom to shoot him a stern look that silenced him immediately as she returned to perfecting his outfit.
True to her word, your mom had finally gotten Jake head to toe in one of her custom pieces (minus the cap and gown). âI donât care if anyone sees it or not. You are not wearing one of my designs without it being flawless,â she insisted, focused on making sure everything was perfect.
You could hear the quiet snickers behind you, and without even turning around, you knew Sunghoon and Ryujin were loving every second of this. They had already survived your motherâs meticulous once-over and were now relishing in watching the rest of you squirm under her scrutiny.
"Yeah, come on Jake, stop being so fussy. You should be grateful she's even doing this for you," Heeseung chimed in, grinning. His playful jab at Jake was laced with just enough sweetness to win over your momâor at least, that was the plan.
Your mom still hadnât entirely forgiven Heeseung for the disaster he caused at her garden party, and her approval of your rekindled relationship was, at best, tentative. But it was clear she was slowly warming up, especially with the way Heeseung never missed a chance to flatter her.
âAlright, now you look presentable. Donât you dare mess with it during the ceremony,â your mom finally declared, stepping back to give Jake a final once-over. She then turned her sharp gaze on the rest of you, making sure everyone else met her high standards.
You exchanged a glance with Sunghoon and Ryujin, who were both barely holding in their laughter. They clearly found your momâs unofficial role as wardrobe enforcer far more amusing from the sidelines.
âOh, you all look so beautiful,â your mother said, her smile softening in a way you werenât used to. The warmth in her gaze caught you off guard, and suddenly, the stuffiness of your dress was the last thing on your mind. As your eyes met hers, the reality of the moment hit youâgraduation day, surrounded by your closest friends, all of you about to step into the next chapter of your lives. You could feel the emotions welling up, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you took in the sight of everyone in their caps and gowns.
Heeseung, as if sensing your shift in mood, gently tugged your hand into his, threading your fingers together. He squeezed your hand and gave you a reassuring smile, grounding you just when you needed it most.
âCome on, letâs take a picture before we leave,â you suggested, grabbing Heeseung's hand and motioning to your friends.
Your group huddled close, arms draped over each other, laughter bubbling up as your mom snapped away on her phone. Heeseungâs arm stayed firmly around your waist, keeping you close while you smiled for the camera. The joy of the moment, the closeness of your friends, felt like the perfect snapshot of how far you had all come.
As soon as the last picture was taken, everyone started to drift toward the stadium for the commencement ceremony. You watched as the crowd began to gather under the soft glow of the setting sun. After a quick hug and goodbye to your mom, you turned to follow your friends toward the entrance gates.
Just before you could step through the gates, Heeseung gently pulled you aside, his fingers brushing your arm. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, âI couldnât have done any of this without you. Iâm proud of us.â
His words made your heart swell, emotions bubbling up in a way that almost took your breath away. You looked up at him, your smile soft and full of everything youâd been through together. âI am too,â you whispered back, a mixture of relief and joy filling your chest. âWe made it.â
The air was cool, a gentle breeze lifting the corners of your graduation gown as you looked at Heeseung, remembering how uncertain things had once seemed. But now? Everything felt like it was finally falling into place. The obstacles and heartbreak had only made you both stronger.
As the sun began to set, Heeseung took your hand again, just like in the room earlier. This time, though, he brought it to his lips, brushing a light kiss across your knuckles before pulling you closer.
âI love you,â he said quietly, and it wasnât a grand declarationâjust a simple truth that felt completely genuine.
âI love you too,â you answered, your heart full.
Standing there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, the future didnât seem so intimidating anymore. It was uncertain, sure, but with Heeseung beside you, you felt ready for whatever was next.
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Secret Desires - Lando Norris
Loved writing this! <3 If you guys want a part 2 where the whole ordeal continues (including Landoâs awkward encouter with Max) let me know!đâ€ïž
Masterlist âłpairing: Lando Norris x female!verstappen!reader âłword count: 4,6K âłSummary: In which the reader is Max Verstappen's twin is Lando's friend & he accidentally confesses some things to her while he's drunk. The day after when he apologizes, it leads to something more. âłcontent warnings: friends to lovers, reader is Max Verstappen's twin, lando is drunk and accidentally confesses something to the reader, suggestive content, flirting, dirty talk, sexting, sending nudes, phone sex, masturbation (both f! & m!), praise kink, fluff, smut, 18+ (MDNI!), confessing feelings âłprompts used: 19 - "Do you have any idea how many times I thought about you.. with my hand down my pants"
You sighed deeply, sinking back into the comfort of the guest bed in your older sister's house, the covers wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The room felt different compared to your Monaco apartment, but it was cozy, filled with the nostalgia of growing up with your family as you saw the pictures hanging on the wall. Pictures of your parents, of you and your twin brother Max, of you and Victoria & so on.
You traded your own bed for the guest bedroom at Victoria's house back home in the Netherlands for the week, to spend some time with your sister again to catch up. After a long night of chatting with Vic, you finally decided to call it a day, though sleep was far from your mind.
Just as you were about to close your eyes to at least give sleeping a try, your phone lit up on the nightstand, a soft buzz drawing your attention. You reached over lazily, expecting a random notification, but your heart skipped a beat when you saw the name flashing on the screen: Lando
Your best friend, your partner in crime, and the guy youâd been secretly in love with for longer than youâd care to admit. The guy who made your heart race with a single smile and had you questioning your sanity every time you felt his touch linger just a little too long. Even though you refused to admit it to anyone with a passion. Stating that the way you felt about Lando was nothing more than two flirtatious friends. You knew you were lying to yourself and your facade was starting to crumble. And now he was texting you, at this hour?
Unlocking your phone, you were met with not one, but several messages from him. You squinted at the screen, reading the texts slowly as they loaded, your eyes widening more with each one.
Lando: Y/n⊠Lando: Fuhk.. why are you sooooo hotttt? đ„” Lando: Do yhu have any idea howw many tiems I thout about you⊠with my hnd down my pantss Lando: *1 image attached* You felt your face heat up instantly, a wave of flustered shock washing over you. He send a photo that you had posted on your story on Instagram today, a photo of you in a cute bikini set at the pool at Vic's house.
What the hell? Lando was⊠Was he really saying what you thought he was saying? Your mind spun, trying to process the drunk, typo-riddled texts. You knew he must have had a few too many drinks tonight; he mentioned going out to a party with the grid earlier. But this?
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, your heart racing as you tried to think of a response. A thousand emotions crashed through you at onceâembarrassment, confusion, a thrill of excitement. You could barely breathe.
You: Lan, you're drunk as fuck. Go to sleep đ
you typed back quickly, hitting send before you could second-guess yourself. You barely had time to process your own message before another one from Lando popped up.
Lando: Drunk on love đ€
Your heart did a somersault in your chest, and you felt your cheeks burning even hotter. What was he doing? Your pulse thudded loudly in your ears as you stared at the screen, fingers frozen above the keyboard, unsure of what to say. Before you could collect your thoughts, your phone buzzed again, but this time, it was a call.
Maxâs name flashed on the screen.
You answered, bringing the phone to your ear. âMax, what the hellââ
âSorry dat ik zo laat bel,â (sorry for calling at this time) Max's voice was low and slightly slurred with a laugh. âMaar ik zag dat je online was, dus dacht, jij bent nog wakker. Wilde je alleen even een seintje geven dat de kans vrij aannemelijk is dat je vannacht nog dronken appjes krijgt van Lando.â (But I saw that you were online, so I figured you were still awake. Just wanted to give you a heads up that it's very likely that you'll receive some drunk texts from Lando tonight)
You rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh of your own. Of course, your twin brother knew exactly what was happening. âDe kerel is echt gewoon laveloos en hield zijn mond maar niet dicht over je. De hele rit terug naar zijn apartment bleef hij maar zeuren over hoe hij je moest appen over iets geheimzinnigs. Dacht ik waarschuw je even.â (The guy is absolutely hammered and he wouldn't shut up about you. Kept yapping about how he had to text you about something secretive. Thought it would be nice to warn you)
âTe laat, is al gebeurdâ (too late, he already did) you replied with a chuckle, glancing back at Lando's messages. âHad al zoân vermoeden dat hij dronken was haha.â (I already figured he was drunk)
âDacht ik al,â (I thought so) Max chuckled. âHou het een beetje netjes, ja? Ik wil hier niet meer van weten dan ik al doe.â (Please keep it decent, yeah? I don't want to know any more about this than I already do)
You could almost hear the grin in his voice. âMaar ik moest hem echt thuisbrengen, de jongen was niet meer te houden.â (But I just had to bring him home, couldn't keep him at bay anymore)
âDank je, Max,â (Thanks, Max) you said softly, biting your lip. âJe bent een goede broer.â (You're a good brother)
âAltijd,â (Always) Max replied. âIk moet wel weer ophangen nu, voordat ik Kelly en P wakker maak. Succes met je dronken vriendje.â (Gotta hang now tho, before I wake up Kelly and P. Good luck with your boyfriend)
âMax, hoe vaak moet ik nog zeggen dat Lando en ik gewoon vrienden zijnâ (Max, how often do I have to tell you that Lando and I are just friends) you said, rolling your eyes.
"Als jij jezelf niet zo voor de gek hield, waren jullie al lang samen" (If you didn't keep lying to yourself, you two would have dated a long time already) and with a last chuckle, he hung up.
You flopped back onto your bed, your mind racing, Landoâs texts still staring at you from the screen. Your fingers shook as you picked up your phone again, reading his words over and over, your stomach flipping with nerves and something else, something hotter, more dangerous.
With a deep breath, you tried to shake it off. Lando was just drunk, you told yourself. He didnât mean it. It didnât mean anything⊠Right? But the way your heart fluttered at the thought of him thinking about you like that, the way your skin prickled with excitement at the idea that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same wayâŠ
You forced yourself to put the phone down, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the wild thoughts racing through your mind. It was late, and you needed to sleep. But as you drifted off, your dreams were anything but peaceful. Lando's words echoed in your mind, and you found yourself imagining all the things he might have done while thinking about you, the way he might have said your name, the way his hands might haveâ
You woke up, flustered and breathless, your body tingling in a way that was all too familiar. The morning sun was peeking through the curtains, but all you could think about was Lando, and the way his words made you feel things youâd tried so hard to ignore.
Around the same time, somewhere in Monaco, Lando jolts awake.
"Fuck" the single word comes out as a hiss, his head pounding from the hangover. His phone screen glares back at him, a series of messages and a notification from Max catching his blurry gaze. He squints, his heart starting to race as fragmented memories of the night before come flooding back.
He fumbles to unlock his phone, praying he didnât do what he thinks he did. But the evidence is right there, the bold lettering of your name above the most mortifying message he could ever have sent, full of typos, but easily desiphered as 'Do you have any idea how many times I thought about you⊠with my hand down my pants?'
âShit, shit, shit,â he mutters, running a hand through his messy curls, anxiety flooding his system. What the fuck had he done? His fingers move of their own accord, tapping out a frantic apology.
Lando:Â Shit, Y/N, Iâm so sorry.
You: Good morning to you too. How is your headache? đ
He cringes at the situation, a mix of playful and mocking. His mind races, grasping at straws to somehow make this situation less embarrassing.
Lando:Â I donât even remember sending that. Iâm so fucking sorry, I donât know what I was thinking, pretty sure I wasn't thinking at all. I didnât mean it.
A lie. He did mean it. But heâs not ready to admit that just yet.
You:Â Oh, you definitely werenât thinking, lol. But hey, maybe you should apologize to Max too, since you apparently spilled some beans about me to him. đ
Landoâs eyes widen, horror painting his features. âOh, fuck,â he groans, rubbing his forehead. He types back, heart racing.
Lando:Â What did I say? Please tell me I didnâtâ
You: Relax, nothing too scandalous. Just enough for Max to find it disgusting.
Despite himself, a small laugh escapes his lips. He can picture Maxâs reaction, the exaggerated gagging, the inevitable jokes heâll have to endure.
Lando:Â Iâm so sorry. Are you mad at me? I donât want you to think Iâm some idiot who canât control himself.
You:Â Nah, Iâm not mad. You were drunk, itâs not like you meant it anyway, right?
He swallows hard, your words hitting too close to home. A dry response forms on his screen.
Lando:Â Yeah, sure.
But deep down, he knows itâs not true. Heâd thought about you like that more times than he cared to admit, a dangerous longing simmering beneath the surface of your friendship.
You:Â Hey, at least now I know I looked hot in yesterdayâs bikini post.
Heat floods his cheeks. Youâre playing it off, but thereâs a hint of something in your words, a subtle curiosity. He swallows, fingers hovering over the keyboard before he types back, heart pounding.
Lando:Â Stating the obvious.
He canât help the grin tugging at his lips as he imagines your reaction. Itâs risky, but you donât seem upset, and heâs willing to test the waters.
You:Â Oh? So you think Iâm hot?
Lando:Â Didnât know that was up for debate.
Heâs toeing the line, the thrill of it sending a spark through him.
Lando:Â U really not mad? Iâd hate to make you uncomfortable.
You:Â Mad? Nah. Flattered, maybe.
He blinks at your response, surprise mingling with a rush of arousal. Flattered? His mind reels, thoughts scrambling as he tries to figure out what to say next.
You: I have to admit tho, when I first got that message, I thought youâd sent something different than my own instagram postâŠđ€
His breath catches, heart skipping a beat. The implication is clear, and he feels himself growing hard at the mere thought of you expecting a more explicit photo from him. He shifts uncomfortably, typing out a teasing response.
Lando:Â So, youâre saying you opened it anyway, even though you thought I sent you a spicy picture? đ
You:Â Shut up.
He laughs, imagining the flustered look on your face. Itâs too easy to picture, and he leans back against his pillows, biting his lip.
Lando:Â Where are you?
You:Â In bed. Why?
Lando's breath got caught in his throat. A dangerous idea takes root in his mind, one thatâs equally thrilling and terrifying. He knows he should stop, should draw the line before it goes too far. But something in your responses, the playful edge, the hint of curiosity, makes him want to push further.
Lando: Just curious. đ
His mind races, and before he can second-guess himself, he snaps a quick photo. Itâs not much,âjust him lying back on his bed, shirt unbuttoned halfway, his abs on display and his hair a mess. He was still wearing the same outfit as yesterday, apparently not changed out of it. But thereâs something undeniably suggestive in the way he looks at the camera, the flush on his cheeks, a knowing smile on his lips as he sends it with a caption.
Lando: I can send you one for real if you want to see one.
His heart hammers in his chest as he waits for your response, the seconds dragging by agonizingly slowly. Then your reply comes in, teasing and playful.
You:Â Kinda daring coming from the guy who was apologizing 10 minutes ago for accidentally sending his best friend a text about thinking about her with his hand down his pantsđ
Your words send a thrill through him, the boldness of it, the way youâre not backing down. He canât resist pushing a little further, fingers trembling with anticipation.
Lando:Â You didnât seem too disgusted by it.
The moment stretches out, his breath catching as he waits for your reply. The tightness in his dress pants becoming significantly worde.
When it comes, itâs more than he expected.Â
You:Â I wasnât. Actually, it was kinda hot.đ«Ł
His eyes widen, arousal spiking as he reads your words again and again, disbelieving. Is this really happening?Â
Lando:Â Yeah?
You:Â Yeah.
He swallows hard, a wicked idea forming in his mind. He glances down at the growing bulge in his pants, his arousal straining against the fabric. His hand moves almost on its own, snapping a quick picture of his hand palming himself through his dress pants, the outline of his erection unmistakable.
Lando:Â What about this? Still hot?
Your response is almost immediate.
You:Â Fuck, yes.
The words send a shiver down his spine, desire flaring as he imagines your reaction, the way you must be looking at your phone. He wants more, needs more.
Lando:Â Your turn.
Thereâs a pause, then a photo comes through. His breath hitches at the sight of you, flushed and flustered, the soft curve of your cleavage visible just above the red lace of your bra. It wasn't too naughty, but enough to send Lando reeling.Â
He groans, his hand moving down to rub himself through his pants, a low moan escaping him as he imagines whatâs beneath that thin fabric.
Lando:Â Fuck, babe, youâre killing me.
You:Â Good.
The playfulness in your response only fuels his desire, and he knows he should stop, should take a breath before this spirals out of control. But he doesnât want to. Instead, he hits record on his camera, aiming it down at his crotch as he begins to palm himself through the fabric.
The video is short, just a few seconds of him rubbing himself, a low groan slipping from his lips. He ends it with a whispered âfuck,â his hand slipping beneath the waistband of his pants to give himself a teasing stroke before the video cuts off.
He sends it without thinking, heart racing as he imagines you watching it, the way your breath might hitch, the way you might bite your lip.
You:Â Youâre really enjoying that, huh?
His breath hitched at your words, every sensation heightened as he slowly works himself up and down inside his dress pants, unable to contain the soft groans leaving his lips.
Lando:Â I do. Feels amazing... I wish you were here with me.
His hand is shaking now as he types out his next message, his arousal growing with every word.
Lando:Â Show me more.
Thereâs a beat of silence, and then another picture comes through. This one is more daring, more revealing. Youâre under the blankets, one leg exposed, the other hidden beneath the covers. The waistband of your red panties is just visible above the edge of your blanket, your hand resting suggestively on your lower stomach, fingers reaching just into your panties.
Lando:Â Fuck, babe, that's so hot
Lando's breath catches as he stares at the photo you sent, his mind racing with all the things he wants to say, all the things he wants to do. He decided to take the leap and press the button to send you a facetime request. You accept it almost immediately, his heart pounding as your face fills the screen. You look flustered, lips slightly parted, and he swallows hard.
âHi,â you say, your voice breathless, almost shy.
âYouâre really fucking beautiful, you know that?â Lando murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he admired your flushed face.
You blush, your eyes darting away from the screen for a moment before you look back at him. âI think youâre the one whoâs supposed to be embarrassed right now, not me.â
He grins, the playful tone of your voice sending another jolt of arousal through him. âOh, trust me, Iâm plenty embarrassed. But Iâm alsoâŠâ He hesitates, his gaze dropping down for a moment before he meets your eyes again, his voice dropping to a lower, huskier tone. â... really turned on.â
Your breath catches, and he watches as you shift on the bed, the movement causing the camera to reveal a little bit more of your cleavage and the red lace bra you were wearing. His eyes are drawn to the exposed skin, mesmerized by your body.
âWhat are you wearing?â The question slips out before he can stop it, his eyes dark with desire.
You glance down at yourself, then back at him, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. âNot much.â
He groans, his hand tightening around his phone. As he speaks, his other hand drifts back down, brushing over the ever-growing bulge in his pants again. âCan I see?â The words are thick with anticipation, his voice trembling slightly as he palms himself, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure through him. He bites his lip, letting out a quiet moan that he canât quite suppress.
You hesitate, your teeth worrying your bottom lip as you consider his request. Then, slowly, you change your camera angle and pull the blanket down just a little, revealing the soft skin of your stomach, the red lace of your panties, the soft curve of your thigh. Lando feels a jolt of arousal shooting through him, and he has to bite back a groan. Itâs just enough to tease, to make him want more.Â
âFuck, Y/NâŠâ His voice is rough, strained, as he shifts on the bed, the fabric of his pants suddenly feeling too tight, too restrictive. His hand presses harder against his length, his breath hitching as the friction sends sparks of pleasure shooting through him.
You giggle, your eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. âYou like what you see?â
âLike?â He shakes his head, his eyes glued to the screen. âI fucking love it.â
Your cheeks flush a deeper red, and you lean back a little, giving him an even better view of your body. His mouth goes dry as he takes in the sight of you, the way the red lace clings to your skin, the hint of cleavage peeking out from beneath your bra. He can see the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, the anticipation, the arousal clear in your eyes.
âYour turn,â you murmur, your voice barely more than a whisper, but itâs enough to send his heart racing.
He doesnât need to be told twice. With one hand still holding his phone, he shifts back on the bed, his other hand moving to the waistband of his pants. His fingers fumble with the button, his hands shaking slightly as he pops it open, his eyes never leaving your face.
Your breath hitches as he unzips his pants, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. He pauses for a moment, his eyes flicking up to yours, seeking permission. When you nod, he slides his hand into his boxers, his breath coming out in a shaky exhale as he wraps his fingers around his length.
âFuckâŠâ The word slips out as he strokes himself slowly, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he forces them open again, needing to see your reaction. His voice trembles, laced with a mix of desire and restraint, each moan escaping his lips growing louder as he quickens his pace.
Your eyes are wide, your lips slightly parted as you watch him, your hand moving down towards your panties on their own accord, fingers brushing lightly over the fabric âFuck, that's hot, LandoâŠâ
He groans at the sound of his name on your lips, his boxers now pushed low enough to reveal his cock, hand moving faster, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him. âTouch yourself for me,â he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. âPlease.â
You bite your lip, waiting just a moment before you slip your hand beneath the waistband of your panties, a soft gasp escaping you as your fingers make contact. The sight of you, the way your body arches slightly, the soft, breathless sounds you make, is almost too much for him.
âFuck, babe, youâre so fucking hotâŠâ His voice is barely more than a growl as he watches you, his own hand moving faster, the pleasure building inside him, threatening to spill over.
âWhat would you do to me if I was right there?â you ask, your voice a breathless whisper.
His eyes darken, his grip tightening around himself. âIâd start by kissing you, slowly⊠working my way down your body.â His voice is rough, each word laced with longing. âIâd touch you everywhere, make you feel so good. Then IâdâŠâ his words getting cut off by his own moan.
âTell me,â you encourage, your own voice trembling with need.
âIâd bury my face between your legs, make you scream my name,â he groans, his strokes becoming more erratic as he imagines it, his mind filled with nothing but thoughts of you. âF-Fuck, I want you so bad.â
You moan at his words, your fingers moving faster as you picture it, your body aching for his touch. âLando, IâŠâ
âKeep going,â he whispers, his voice thick with desire. âTell me what youâd do to me.â
âIâd touch you,â you breathe, your voice trembling as your fingers move in sync with his. âIâd wrap my fingers around you, just like youâre doing now⊠make you feel so good, Lanâ
He whimpers at your words, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he imagines it, the sensation of your touch almost too real. âFuck, Y/N, I need youâŠâ
âImagine itâs my hand, Lanâ you whisper, your voice laced with seduction. âImagine Iâm right there with youâŠâ
His moans grow louder, his hips bucking into his hand as he follows your words, his mind filled with nothing but thoughts of you. âIâm so closeâŠâ
âMe too,â you whisper, your breath hitching as you feel the pleasure building, your body trembling with anticipation.
âGod, youâre amazing,â he pants, his voice filled with praise as he watches you, every movement driving him closer to the edge. âYouâre so perfect⊠I want you so badâŠâ
Your voice is a breathless moan as you reach the brink, your body arching off the bed as the pleasure consumes you "F-Fuck, Lan, I'm coming"
âFuck, baby, Iâm right there with youâŠâ His voice is ragged, his body tensing as he teeters on the edge, every muscle tightening in anticipation. You watch, breathless, as his hand moves faster, more desperately, his grip tightening around his length.
Then, with a strangled moan, he tips over the edge. His hips jerk, and his head falls back against the pillows as he cums, thick ropes of it spilling out and covering his abdomen. You can see the way his abs contract with each pulse, his hand still working himself through every last wave of pleasure, milking himself until heâs spent. His eyes remain locked on yours, his breathing heavy, a mixture of satisfaction and lingering desire in his gaze as you both ride the waves of your shared climax.
For a few moments, the only sound is your ragged breathing, both of you staring at each other through the screen, the intensity of what just happened hanging heavy in the air.
âFuckâŠâ He laughs breathlessly, his head falling back against the pillows as he runs a hand through his hair. âThat wasâŠâ
âAmazing,â you finish for him, your own laughter bubbling up, your cheeks still flushed, your body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. âHoly shit, LandoâŠâ
âYeah.â He grins, his heart still racing as he looks at you, the reality of what you just did slowly sinking in. âAre you⊠okay?â
You nod, your smile softening as you look at him. âYeah, Iâm okay. More than okay.â
His heart swells at your words, relief flooding through him. Heâs about to say something else when you shift on the bed, the blanket slipping down a little further, giving him a glimpse of your bare shoulder.
âLando,â you murmur, your eyes meeting his through the screen, a mischievous glint in your gaze. âIf that was just a taste, I canât wait to see what happens when weâre see each other again.â
The promise in your words sends a shiver down his spine, his mind racing at the thought of having you, really having you, right in front of him.Â
âFuck, Y/N, you have no idea what youâre doing to meâŠâ His voice is a low whisper, his eyes still dark with desire.
âMaybe I have an idea,â you tease, your smile widening as you settle back against the pillows, your gaze never leaving his. âWhen I fly back to Monaco in a few days, maybe you should pick me up from the airport... and then we can do this again, but then in real lifeâ
His heart skips a beat at your words, excitement and anticipation flooding through him. âYou mean that?â
You nod, your smile softening, your eyes filled with a tenderness that makes his chest ache. âYeah, I mean that. I want you, Lando. All of you.â
His breath catches, the sincerity in your voice, the way youâre looking at him, making his heart race. He knows, in that moment, that this isnât just about sex, about fulfilling a desire thatâs been simmering beneath the surface for years. Itâs about more, so much more.
âY/N⊠thereâs something else I need to tell you,â he says, his voice steady but laced with emotion.
Your gaze softens, sensing the seriousness in his tone. âWhat is it, Lando?â
He hesitates for just a moment, gathering his thoughts before he continues. âIâve been in love with you for so long. Itâs not just about my text last night or about what we just did. I've been feeling like this for a while. Itâs everything. Every time weâve laughed together, every time youâve supported me, every time Iâve seen you smile... Iâve been falling for you more and more.â
You feel your heart swell at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest. Finally ready to admit it out loud. âLando... Iâve felt the same way. Iâve just been too scared to admit it.â
He lets out a breath he didnât realize he was holding, relief washing over him. âYou have no idea how happy that makes me. Iâve wanted to say something for so long, but I was afraid Iâd ruin what we have.â
âYou havenât ruined anything,â you say softly. âIf anything, youâve made it better.â
A wide smile spreads across his face, his eyes shining with emotion. âIâve never been so thankful for getting drunk.â
You laugh, the sound light and filled with joy. âMe neither, Lando. Me neither.â
Thereâs a moment of comfortable silence, both of you just taking in the reality of whatâs been confessed.
âSo⊠when I fly back to Monaco in a few days, maybe we could start something real?â you suggest, your voice hopeful.
âIâd like that,â he replies, his heart swelling with happiness. âIâd like that a lot.â
âThen itâs a plan,â you say, a smile tugging at your lips.
"God, I wish I could kiss you now" he whispered, a small hint of disappointment in his voice.
And with that, you both know that this is just the beginning of something truly special, something thatâs been waiting to happen for far too long.
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Bed Chem | Oscar Piastri x Singer! Reader
summary: when rumors build up calming that the couple had broken up, they decided to break the internet with a new music video
faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter
pairings: oscar piastri x gf!singer!reader
a/n: Excuse any errors english isnât my main language
oscxy/n via instagram !
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oscxy/n been missing them more than usual!
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user14 they usually give us nothing but i honestly prefer the âsoftâ launching then having nothing
-> user189 soft launching?! theyâve been doing that for like five years now. Do they know we know they are dating each other or do we still need to act ?
user17 i know they donât owe us anything but what if they broke up? Oscar hasnât been liking y/nâs post since january
user34 i just want what they have!!!
user67 okay but when are we getting popstar x f1 book?
user902 what y/n should do is realease âgrossâ!!! A instagram post is not enough
user98 let them breathe please!!!!
f1.gossip via instagram !
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f1.gossip a close source to the australian F1 driver, Oscar Piastri confirms that he and popstar, Y/n L/n are no longer together after five years of dating. Source claims that the âplease please pleaseâ singer was found getting extra cozy with her music video love interest for the âFeatherâ music video.
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user167 this is a lie, they told me personally that they are still together!
user51 can you guys please keep their private life private
user091 gossip pages try not to invade peoples privacy, level 100
user17 why is lando lurking in the likes?
user78 please donât tell me lando is the âclose sourceâ
user51 they have to be together!!! no one is separating my parents
user578 please!!! i know they rarely post each other but letâs make it know that they are still together
user479 guys guys guys!!! this means we are getting a new album
y/n via instagram!
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y/n well, i guess itâs time to write new music again
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user16 omg it is real.
user78 y/n unfollowed oscar!!
user89 guys! guys! guys! i need someone to talk about this!!
user57 iâm sorry but this is insane
logansargent super proud of the new music!
-> user89 now we know who got logan in the divorce
user71 are we finally getting an angsty heartbreak album?!
y/n via instagram stories
oscarandy/n updates via instagram!
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oscarandy/nupdates Oscar in Y/n's album release party?! OMG
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user72 guys? are we all seeing the same thing? the is not Oscar in the first pic
user57 don't be dell they are literally in two different places
user28 guys, let stop this. They clearly broke up. There is no point of digging more into this
user32 well, guess it's time to say goodbye to our Lover
user98 pretty sure we are finally getting a sad album
y/nhq via instagram!
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y/nhq the music video for "Bed Chem" is out right now!! feat. Oscar Piastri
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user18 I thought we were getting a heartbreak album but this is going to be the ovulation album of the century
user71 bed chem is amazing!!!
user910 guys guys guys who can I tell this too
user280 okay but the two of them making out on top of the mclaren was crazyyyy
user18 I didn't know they had it in them
user52 and we thought they broke up, those two were just rehearsing for this damn video
y/n updates via instagram!
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y/nupdates Y/n got asked how was filming "Bed Chem" with Oscar.
"Honestly, we were so shy about it at first. Like we usually are really shy when it comes to out relationship and being public about it. Now, by doing this everyone was going to see a part we see behind close doors"
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user19 guys this is crazyyyyy
user28 they are so cute I love them!!
user51 shy? Oscar's hand placement was everything but shy
user28 I know they were obsessed with eachother
user539 she was such a blushing mess in this interview
user78 I love seeing this side of our girl
y/n via insta stories! oscarpiatri via insta!
oscarpiastri via instagram!
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oscarpiastri so happy to finally be my lovers, love interest. Guess I'll switch professions! (by the way, yes I'm the cute boy with the white jacket and the cute accent!)
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user17 Oscah, you little slut
user78 omg omg we finally get a post of them together
mclaren please don't
user24 they are so cute
user28 Oscar, can you fight?
y/n I love you so so much! My forever love interest
user27 Oscar, we heard bed chem...didn't imagine you as the kinky type
landonorris honestly need to get that song out of my head because I can't imagine you like that
#imagines#imagine#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 x you#oscar pastri smau#oscar pastri x reader#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#formula 1#f1 2024#sabrina carpenter
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the smallest man who ever lived - cl16
masterlist || part 2 || part 3 ||
Summary:Â The one where youâre thrown into a conundrum when you learn the news of your husband, Charlesâ, infidelity.
Pairing:Â charles leclerc x wife!reader; carlos sainz x reader
Word Count:Â 4.5k
Warnings:Â angst, cheating, crying, manipulation(?), charles is an absolute asshole (but so is the reader) (but sheâs kinda also badass?) (toxic relationship?), even more assholish carlos (gasp), blackmail, mention of pregnancy, mention of sex and sexual acts, physical confrontation (literally just pushing someone off but still)
Request: âHey girl can I request something angsty with Charles? Maybe Charles cheating on Y/N (weâre already famous and have been married to Charles for years) and the fighting, the finding out, his guilt, angst, etc.â
Authorâs Note:Â hi, hey, hello!! thank you to the anon who requested this because i had the time of my life working on it, and it might be the first fic i wrote in one go for the last six months or so!! also thank you to the getting cheated on playlists i found on spotify and amy dunne for giving me the inspiration to make the reader as toxic as i could. special thanks to @norrisleclercf1 and @percervall who had to listen to me talk about this fic NONSTOP. this is definitely something very different to what i usually write, but i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee
Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.Â
There are moments in life where you feel like a complete and utter idiot. Although it could be for no apparent reason at all, there is a perfectly explainable reason why you feel like that right now, in the middle of your trailer on the set, with your manager and publicist both looking at you like you could explode at any given moment. It took you a good amount of time to wrap your head around the news, the news that wrecked you into a million of pieces which left you as the only person who can put them back together. Â
âLet me get this straight,â you start, still trying to wrap your head around the news, âthey were photographed leaving the club, and thereâs aâ?âÂ
âSex tape, yes.â Your manager mumbles, earning himself a side-eye from your publicist. âIt was so kindly attached to the email.â Â
âAnd it is anonymous?â You ask, earning curt nods from both. âWell,â you manage to get out, pressing your lips together not to let out a sob, or a laugh, both? âThat is very ambitious of him.âÂ
Your publicist shares a concerned look with your manager, then turns to you, âI guess so? How would you want us to handle this? I can buy us some time until these are released to public, but I think getting a statement ready just in case is essential given the fact that both of you are public figues. We can say that youâll attend marriage councellingââÂ
Your loud laugter cuts her off in the middle of her sentence. âAnd just why would we do that?âÂ
âIââ She gives you another concerned look as she softens her voice, which is quite uncharacteristic for her, you realise. âHow would you want us to approach it then?âÂ
âI donât want you to approach it at all.â You voice cuts through the tension, your gaze fixed on her. âIâll handle it.â Â
âBut Charlesïżœïżœâ She tries to reason, but you cut her off again. Â
âDecided to get his dick wet where it certainly didnât belong, heâs a big boy â heâll survive.â Fixing her with a final look, you turn to your manager instead. âI donât want this going to Charles or his teamâs ears, thatâs what the email said, and we should honour it, no?â Â
His expression turns into a smirk, matching the one playing on your lips as he nods in thougt, âWould you like us to do anything else? We can talk with the production if you need a couple of days to⊠well, recuperate. Greta would understand.âÂ
âNo.â Your answer is final as you shake your head. âShe thinks this is an Oscar worthy project, Iâm not throwing it away because my husband decided to think with his dick and not his brain. Just call my lawyers and tell them to be on stand by.âÂ
âShould I also book you tickets to Monaco still?â He asks in a monotone tone.Â
âWell of course,â you reply in a sweet voice, widening your eyes for dramatic effect, âitâs a family event.âÂ
Your publicist eyes the both of you, âOkay,â as she drags the word out, âare you sure you donât want to take a couple of days off?âÂ
âPositive. I have an EGOT to win.â Raising the script you have in your hands in the air, you announce, âI have lines I need to go over, is that all?â Â
And as they leave your trailer to give you some space to âgo over your linesâ, you let a few tears escape your eyes, promising yourself that you would make Charles feel a thousand worse what he made you feel in the moment.Â
It is not surprising or a sudden revelation that Monte Carlo has good weather all year around. But as it happens with the last few weeks following you learning about your husbandâs infidelity, all you feel is cold â and no amount of warm weather is enough to make your heart feel warmer again. As you stand at the terrace of CafĂ© de Paris, overlooking the cityscape of Monte Carlo, all you can think about is how you just want to get this part of you plan over with as fast as possible. Â
âChĂ©rie!â The voice you hear makes a lump perpetually situate itself in the middle of your throat, but you brace yourself for the worst as you turn on your heels to face the person youâre most scared of facing in this whole situation. âLook at you, you look incroyable! You had me scared when you told me you were catching the redeye, and that we just had to talk!âÂ
âPascale,â you breathe out as the woman pulls you into her arms with the warmness of any mother would do, and for that brief moment, you feel better than you have in weeks. âItâs so nice to see you again,â giving her the warmest smile you can muster up in the circumstances as you pull back, fixing your gaze at the figure behind her as you nod your head in acknowledgement, âArthur.âÂ
âMaman is right,â Arthur says as he opens his arms, âyou do look good.â Â
âWell, thank you.â You reply as you give him a quick hug, and motion the table as you pull back. âShall we?â Call it common curtesy, or cowardice, the fact that you donât directly get to the point. Either way, you talk about what youâve missed in the couple of months in which youâve been away filming. Youâre not necessarily paying attention, though the endtail of Pascaleâs sentence catch your attention. âExcuse me, can you repeat that?âÂ
âWell, I was just telling how sad I was that Charles doesnât come home as often this season. Though I understand heâs coming out to see you on set, distance can be so hard even forââÂ
âHeâs not coming out to see me, Pascale.â You voice is softer, and appears more broken than you would want it to be, but your words convey the message enough. It takes you a couple of moments to organise your thoughts, and Arthur calling out your name, to get you back into the moment. âThereâs something I need to talk with the both of you, something Iâve already talked with Lorenzo, but I thought it would be better for you to hear it from me.â Â
âOkay?â Arthur mumbles, then gives you a supportive smile, âYou can tell us anything. Though donât tell me Iâm about to be an uncle because I donât think my ego can take it at theââÂ
You attempt to swallow the lump in your throat as you direct your words to the woman sitting across from you. âIâm divorcing your son, and I thought you should hear it from me and not him.â Â
It takes a few minutes for both Pascale and Arthur to say something, and it concerns you that you somehow managed to give your mother in law a brain aneurism, but eventually, she manages to get out, âWhat? How? Why? Are you okay?â Â
âIâm⊠fine.â You reply, albeit it comes off calculated. âI found a couple of weeks ago that he was cheating on me, Iâve came back to give him the papers myself.â Â
âHe what?â Arthur exclaims, then realises the level of his voice, and lowers it down as he asks, âAre you sure this is not a misunderstanding? The guy has been in love with you for over a decade, he wouldnât do this.â With a resigning sigh, you find what youâre looking for in your phone and hand it over to Arthur. Who then, upon seeing what you have pulled up, immediately hands it back to you and turns to his mother, âTrust me you donât want to see it.âÂ
âIâve came to tell you the news, and well, to apologise.â You turn to face Pascale again. Â
âApologise?â She repeats, âWhy on earth would you apologise to me when my son cheated on you?âÂ
âYouâve been nothing but kind to me ever since weâve met, both of you.â You acknowledge Arthur with a look, and then focus your attention back on the woman, âThough I will make sure you donât get caught in the crossfire in any way, I wanted to apologise for what Iâm about to put your son through.â Â
You honestly donât know how you manage to act as if everything has been going fine in your life during race day. Given the fact that your husband doesnât expect you to be at his race due to your rigorous filming schedule, and his family members being willing to hide your existence from him, you have no obstacles in your way to carry out the rest of your plan in motion. Which is exactly why youâre sat in the dark, waiting for your husband to walk through the doors of your apartment overlooking the city. With you seemingly being absent for the weekend, he has no reason to not believe that he is coming to an empty house. Â
So, imagine his surprise when he enters his home; with his girlfriend in his arm, no less, and sees his wife sitting on the couch with her legs crossed and a drink in her hand. The look on his face is priceless, and despite all the pain and frustration youâre feeling, it manages to bring you some semblance of joy, knowing that itâs going to hurt him just as much as it hurt you. Â
âMa chĂ©rie,â Charles stammers, eye wide as he looks at you like a deer caught in headlights, âI â I didnât know yâyou were coming back this weekend.âÂ
âWell obviously,â you scoff, taking a generous sip from the drink in the glass tumbler in your hand, âotherwise you wouldnât bring your little girlfriend into my house to fuck her.â You hear a gasp from the scaredy brunette wedging herself closer to your husbandâs side, and for the first time you take a good look at her â young, much younger than you, tall, leggy; all the telltale signs that she is exactly your husbandâs type. Tilting your head to the side, you rest the glass on the arm of the armchair youâre sitting in, âIf you could leave now, I would greatly appreciate it.â Â
You hear Charles whisper something in her ear, probably telling her to leave and that heâll contact her tomorrow, and watch as she gives him a scowl, screeching, âYouâre just going to let her throw me out?âÂ
âWell, considering the fact that this is my house, yes.â You give her a look of pity, watching her face light up with anger. Â
âListen to me, you bitchââ She starts, but your husband quickly cuts her off. Â
âMon cĆur!â He exclaims, âS'il te plaĂźt!âÂ
âYes, listen to him, like a good little girl,â you egg her on, a smirk widening on your lips as you start swinging the leg resting on your lower one, choosing to focus on your nails instead of your husband trying to soothe his lover.Â
You hear her scoff, take a few steps as her heels click on the marble floor of the entrance, âI wouldnât be so calm if I were you, Iâm not someone you want to be on bad terms with, considering the fact that heâs going to leave you for me!âÂ
âOh, honey,â you coo, focusing your attention back on her and seeing the look of concern in your husbandâs face through the corner of your eye, âand when did he tell you that, like a year ago? Two? Three?â A realisation dawns on her face as the smug expression starts to fade. âDonât worry, though, you can have him when Iâm done with him.â Pushing yourself off the armchair, you down the rest of the drink in the glass before slamming it down onto the glass coffee table. âAnd not only do I not care if you think I'm a bitch, but I hugely prefer it. Now get the fuck out of my house before I call security and get your ass thrown out.â Â
You watch as she looks at Charles with indignation, lets out another screeching sound and slams the door behind her as she stomps out of your apartment. Only then you turn your gaze back to your husband, who has the guts to look at you with a worried look on his face. âHow long have you known?â Is the first thing he asks you, taking a few steps closer. Â
âA couple of weeks, a month, maybe?â You answer him, leaving your place to get to the small bar in the corner of your living room to get another refill of your drink. âThereâs a video of the two, it somehow got into my hands, and it has very graphic details of the two of you having sex.â Popping a lemon into your cup, you make your way back to the armchair and sit down, âAre you stupid enough to cheat on me and make a fucking sex tape, Charles?âÂ
âI-I didnât mean toââ He tries to plead, but you cut him off with a shake of your head. Â
âYou didnât mean to what?â You ask him; your voice soothing, almost understanding, and it does the job of fooling him. âCheat on me? Fuck another woman in my bed? Break the vows youâve made?â Â
âMa chĂ©rie,â he whispers, âplease.âÂ
âNo.â Your voice is colder all of a sudden. âTell me how long this has been going on for. Was I right? How many years?âÂ
âIt started five years ago,â his voice is soft, somber and he tries to appear as genuine as he can in the situation, you suppose, âbut I knew her, from before...âÂ
âBefore what?â Youâre seething now, the complete opposite of his calmness, âDid you fucking cheat me when we were dating, Charles?âÂ
âMa chĂ©rie,â he gives you another pleading look, âplease, I can change. Iâll go to therapy.â Â
Now that, manages to get a bark of laughter from you. Itâs ripped from the back of your throat, making you throw your head back as you lose yourself in the laughter to the point that there are tears in your eyes when you finally manage to calm yourself down. Putting the glass down on the coffee table once again, you wipe them off, mindful of your mascara, as you shift your attention back onto your husband. âAre fucking kidding me right now?â He gives you a concerned look, hands on his hips as he opens his mouth to answer you, but you quickly shut him down again. âYou were bringing her into my house to fuck her, I caught you, I have your fucking sex tape â which is going to be streamlined for the world to see within twenty-four hours, do you honestly think I would go back to you?â Â
âWait, what?â He exclaims, looking at you with wide eyes and a shocked expression. âWhat do you mean they are going to streamline it, why didnât you go to the lawyers?Â
âI did go to the lawyers,â you shrug, innocently, âmy lawyers,â you point out. âWhy would I cover up your mistakes after everything youâve done?âÂ
âBecause Iâm your fucking husband!â He barks, his arms widening to his sides as he finally loses his mask and his composure. Â
His little tantrum only makes you let out another laugh, âNow, youâre my husband? Not when youâre cheating on me when Iâm away shooting, but when you need me to clean up after your mistakes?âÂ
âHow did you even get the video?â He asks, eyes narrowing down, âWho- whoâ who?âÂ
âWho? Who? Hoo? What are you, a fucking owl?â You exclaim, this time raising your voice. âYouâre honestly more concerned about where I got it and not about the fact that the entire world is about to see you fucking someone other than your wife?âÂ
âWhat are we doing to do?â He asks, âFuck, I have a race tomorrow.âÂ
âWeâre not going to do anything.â You shrug, leaning forward to grab the glass and take another sip, âOr scratch that, weâre actually going to do something.â You stand up from the armchair, walk towards the table and hand him the file. âCongratulations, weâre getting a divorce.âÂ
âThat is not happening.â He scoffs, not even bothering to look at the papers. Â
âI donât think youâre in the position to bargain with me, Charles.â You seethe, âYouâre going to sign the damn papers, and youâre also going to sign away your rights to the baby.â Â
âWhat theâ?â He looks at you in disbelief, âYouâre pregnant?âÂ
âCongratulations, itâs a boy.â You bite out, âLike you wanted.âÂ
âYouâve been drinking the entire night.â He points to the glass, âDo you expect me to believe youâre pregnant?âÂ
Offering him a sweet smile you hand him the glass, tipping it towards him, âItâs soda water, would you like a sip?âÂ
âDonât make me do this,â he pleads, âgive me another chance.âÂ
âI wouldâve, if you were honest with me from the start.â You resign, a sincere look in your eyes. âIâll give you a choice: us, or her.â Â
He rears back with the offer, looking at you in disbelief. âWhat?âÂ
âYou either choose me and the baby or you choose to be with her, and in that case, I will never let you near my baby, Charles.â You shake your head, wrapping your arms around your stomach protectively. Â
For a second, his eyes linger around your stomach. Â But you know his choice when he meets your eyes again. Â
âWhat have we done to each other?â He whispers, and you can barely see the tears in his eyes. Â
âWe didnât do anything, Charles. I gave up everything for you, but you just took me for granted.â Walking back to the dining table, you grab your coat and bag, and when you come face to face with him again, your voice is soft despite all the anger you still feel towards him. âYou, Charles Leclerc, are truly the smallest man who ever lived.â Â
The hotel lobby is calm and empty as you sit at the bar, and itâs surprising when you consider that fact that it is the weekend of the Monaco Grand Prix, meaning that there must be hundreds and thousands of motorsports fans visiting. Not that youâre complaining about the silence, of course. After the night youâve had, silence and calmness are all you could ask for. Â
âIâll get a whiskey, please, whatever top shelf stuff youâve got.â A voice cuts through the moment you are having, and you instantly recognise the distinct accent of the stranger sitting next to you. âThought you were in the States, finishing off filming.â This time, the comment is directed to you, and you roll your eyes as you push the empty glass towards the bartender on duty. Â
With a sigh, you turn to the man on your right, âWhat do you want, Carlos?â Your voice conveys your lack of energy, and Carlos is not dumb enough not to notice the dark circles under your eyes beneath your makeup. Â
âI came to check on you.â Is his answer. Simple, curt and to the point. Youâd certainly appreciate it more if you had the patience for his antics. Â
âWell, you did, have a good night.â Slamming down a hundred-Euro bill onto the counter, you make a move to get up from your place, but a gentle hand on your wrist stops you. âLet me go.â Â
Though there is no venom to your voice, Carlos knows that it is not the time, nor the place, to test your patience. âIâm sorry,â he starts and when you take a good look at him, you can tell that heâs being sincere, âI really did want to check up on you, and considering the fact that you have a perfectly good penthouse but instead in a hotel, I think I was right to do so.â Â
Crossing your arms across your chest as you get back onto the barstool with a huff, you glare at him lightheartedly, âI didnât want to stay in the same house as him,â raising your eyebrows, you continue with a lower voice, âthanks to [email protected], but Iâm sure you know what Iâm talking about.â The way his cheeks redden under the dim lights of the lobby bar would make you chuckle under normal circumstances, but you push the thought aside, âHonestly, what were you thinking? Youâre lucky it was me who realised it was you, if it was my agent or publicist, weâd have another scandal to deal with.âÂ
âYeah, yeah,â he brushes you off with a swat of his hand, âIâm sorry I put you into that position.âÂ
âDonât be,â you mumble, tilting your head to the side, âI wouldnât have known if you hadnât sent me the video. Just tell me why you did it.âÂ
âWhat?â He turns you with a confused look on his face. Â
âWhy, Carlos?â You ask, voice encouraging yet soft, âWhy did you send it? Why now?âÂ
He keeps quiet for a while, not answering your questions but not taking his gaze off you either. Eventually, he exhales a deep sigh as he gives you a sheepish shrug, âI didnât like the way he treated you. And I didnât want to make you worry about it without concrete proof, so I guess everything just... worked out.â Â
âHuh,â you let out a small hum in agreement, âI guess youâre right.â Â
Expecting more than the words you chose to answer him with, he raises an eyebrow as he takes a big gulp of whiskey from his glass. âThatâs it?âÂ
âWell, what more is it there to say?â You ask, sheepishly shrugging. âWeâre getting a divorce; heâs going to move out and Iâm gonna make sure the entire world knows just why.âÂ
Carlos flags down the bartender as he mumbles, âI feel like you need a stronger drink if weâre going to talk about your impending divorce, cariño.âÂ
Taking a deep breath and exhaling an even deeper sigh, you shake your head. âI canât.â Thank God Carlos is one of the people who is the proud owner of a braincell around you, because he catches your insinuation quickly. Â
With widened eyes, he quickly turns towards you, eyes softening as you offer him a sad smile. âDios mĂo,â he murmurs, eyes running over you worriedly, âare you okay?âÂ
âWell... no.â You let out an unexpected laugh at his expression, patting him on the shoulder lightheartedly. âIâll be fine, Carlos, Iâm a big girl. I can handle this.âÂ
âI know you will,â he assures you, âbut does Charles know?âÂ
Now that manages to bring a grimace to your face. âHe signed his parental rights away along with the divorce papers.â The look he gives you after hearing your words has you worried that his eyes are going to pop out of their sockets, but you try to calm him down as best as you can. âCarlos, itâs fine.âÂ
âItâs most certainly not!â He exclaims, his voice echoing in the almost empty hotel lobby. âIs he out of his mind?â Â
You give him an awkward smile and another shrug of your shoulders. "I... feel like whatever Iâm going to say is going to be wrong. So... yes?â
âCariño,â he says, exasperated, âhow are you so normal about this?âÂ
âLots of women raise their kids as single mothers while working, Carlos.â Your expression quickly taking the form of a frown, âI can handle this, I donât need Charles or anyone else to hold my hand and tell me Iâm doing such a good job.âÂ
âI know you can do this alone, tonta,â he rolls his eyes as the endearment making you roll your eyes, âbut youâre not going to be alone. Because Iâm here.â Thereâs a certain finality to his words. And just as youâre about to object to his words, he quickly shuts you down. âI know you can do this on your own, but you donât have to, okay? Iâm going to be with you every step of the way.â Â
âWhat if I need waffles in the middle of the night?â You ask, your eyebrow raised in a skeptical way. Â
âIâll adjust my pancake recipe.â His reply his immediate, and he shrugs lightly as he adds, âPancakes are better, anyway.â Â
Rolling your eyes you continue, âWhat if I need someone to hold my hand in the delivery room? It can get quite gruesome, you know?âÂ
He provides you with another nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. âIâve never really been affected by it.â Â
âOkay, this is ridiculous, Carlos!â You exclaim, pushing yourself off your seat as you turn your body to face him. âI donât need you to bail me out, I donât need your help!âÂ
âI know you donât,â he nods. Â
âI am capable of doing this on my own!â You shriek, and the fact that your face is starting to get progressively redder worries Carlos. Â
âI know you are, butââ he tries to reason. Â
âNo buts! Iâm going to be a good mother, okay?â You point an accusatory finger towards him. âIâm going to choose him!âÂ
The way your voice breaks at the end of your sentence has Carlos instinctively pull you into his arms, which is not that hard given the fact that you are almost the same height as him as you stand in front of the bar stool heâs sitting on, and he doesnât say a word as you sob into his chest â letting out all the emotion youâve bottled up over the past few weeks, no less. He doesnât you offer you empty promises or tries to soothe you with clichĂ© phrases. Instead, he stands still, holding you between his arms as you sob continuously into his chest. Giving the bar tender an awkward smile over your shoulder, he hands him his card to close out your tabs. Â
He only starts talking again once youâve pulled away and trying to wipe the remnants of your tears from under your eyes. âDo you feel better now?â He asks, handing you a napkin. Â
âYeah,â you mumble, sniffing as you play with the corners of the napkin. Then, you flip your eyes toward his, and fix him with a glare. âYou are not becoming my kidâs stepdad.âÂ
âOf course not, cariño,â he assures you, âIâll be the dad that stepped up instead.âÂ
You let out a teary chuckle as you slap him lightly on his chest. âIâm serious, Carlos.âÂ
âSo am I.â He replies softly, and you can see the genuine look on his face. âYouâre not alone anymore, Iâm choosing you.â Tentatively, he presses his hand softly against your stomach as he maintains your gaze. âBoth of you.âÂ
And though the last thing you want is a promise, this one seems like a real one. So, you let yourself believe that he might just keep it up.Â
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Diamond Heart
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Summary: You finally decide to utilise your gym membership. Personal trainer!Jungkook
Genre: Romance, comedy, smut, angst
Warnings: Body image. Negative language. Heavy smut scene at the end.
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This is the second time I've uploaded this story. The first time, I received some pretty mean comments and messages. SOOOOOO I have to say, if you don't like. my writing, that's fine, just exit my page lol. Do not leave mean comments please.
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New year, new you, right? Your new years resolution was to get your body right, eat healthily, drink less and most importantly; get in the gym. However, it had been months since the new year had begun and you still hadnât utilised your gym membership. The fee was regularly from your bank account every month and you had yet to step foot into the establishment. You frowned every time you saw the transaction on your bank statement, but you did absolutely nothing about it.Â
But the influence of social media made you feel like you wanted to try and be a gym girlie. So you took your gym bag to work, placed It under your desk so you didnât have any excuse not to go. Plus, the gym was quite literally in your work building.Â
You sigh change into untouched gym clothes that you had bought all the way back at the end of December, preparing for your new yearâs resolution. Shame rushes over your body as you tear the tags from the tight fitting clothes and chuck them into the sanitary bin next to the toilet. Huffing and puffing you slide your socked feet into new exercise shoes. Stuffing your work clothes into the bag, you exit the bathroom stall and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You didnât look too bad, you looked like someone who was ready to workout. If you looked the part, you could play the part.Â
Lugging the bag over your shoulder, you head to the gym.Â
It was pretty empty, you were surprised, as the majority of colleagues held a membership, considering all employees got a ten percent discount as your employers owned the building.
You guess that people donât usually come straight from work, they most likely go home and come back. But not everyone suffers from severe procrastination like you do.Â
Heading to the changing rooms, to put your bag away, you pass a very good looking man, you almost trip over as your eyes stick to him. He dressed in a baggy white shirt and shorts, his feet adorned in similar shoes to yours. His hair was cut in a cool way, it was kinda long, considering all the men at work and currently surrounding him, all sported cropped haircuts. His ears and his lips were embellished with piercings, you almost walked into a wall when you saw him playing with his lip piercings, the tip of his tongue, just grazing the shiny metal. Your gaze fleetingly drops to his arm, his tattooed arm. How was a man like this working here? He should be on the cover of vogue or something.Â
Tearing your eyes away from him, you manage to make it into the changing room, unscathed. You quickly lock away your bag and head back out onto the main floor, phone and AirPods in hand, ready to tackle the gym. And then it hits you a ton of bricks. You have no idea what youâre doing. You didnât know where to start, what equipment does what, what part of your body to focus on.Â
You look around at people lifting weights, running on the treadmills, using the equipment like pros.
Your eyes focus in on the 'smoke show' of a man that âbrieflyâ caught your eye earlier. He was now sitting behind the front desk and under a large poster for personal trainers. The poster read âIn the body gym: PT sessions available; first 2 sessions are freeâ. And if a sign from the universe, it doesnât fail to mention how the offer is time limited. You take it as a sign, plus you were most likely going to try the gym twice before never going again. Might as well get free personal training out of it.
With determination, you walk towards the front desk, before stopping in front of that man of a man. And thatâs when the words on your tongue freeze.Â
Jungkook notices a presence looming over him and he puts the finishing touches on the next promotional poster. He looks up and smiles. He noticed you when you first came in, you were a new face, he knew all the regulars who attended the gym and he had never seen you before. He would definitely remember a face like yours. He stands up.
âHello, how can I help you?â He rests his tattooed hand on the desk and he notice how your eyes grow larger at the sight.
Your words are still finding it hard to get out of your mouth. You probably look like such a weirdo, standing there and staring at him. You manage to lift your finger and gesture to the poster behind him.
He smiles and his smile is the brightest smile youâve ever seen.
âYou want to book a PT session?âÂ
You nod and swallow the lump that had been lodged in your throat since you walked up to the desk.
âSorry, yes, Iâd like to book five.â You fumble to pull out your credit card from the back of your phone.
âI can just add the fee to your account. You donât need to pay directly. The fee wonât be noticeable until the third session, on the account of our offer.â He leans forward to adjust your account.Â
You can see down his shirt from the angle. And by the sight you can tell that he works in a gym. Hell, he might even live in it.Â
He clicks a few times and quickly straightens back up, you swiftly divert your gaze.
âYou are free to start your first session today.â He comes out from behind the desk and he towers over you, your knees buckle. Maybe thatâs something you need to work on. Do your knees have muscles? Can you make them stronger?
âOkay, should I wait here for the trainer?â You ask.
He goes behind the desk, ducks down and then comes back out.
He extends his hand and you stare at him in confusion.
He retracts his hand, and rubs the back of his neck.
âI donât know why I did thatâŠâ He awkwardly chuckles, shaking his head.
It canât be. Thereâs no way that heâs your P-
âIâm your trainer. I hope thatâs okay, the other guys are fully booked and I had a cancellation today, so I thought itâd be a cute jokeâŠâ He trails off, taking note of the smile growing across your face.
You feel kinda at ease seeing him get a little awkward attempting to joke with you. He looked like he should be the cockiest motherfucker ever, but second by second he was proving that he was the complete opposite of that. It was endearing but there was no way he could be your personal trainer, not like you had a shot with him anyway, he probably had a really fit and hot girlfriend. You digress, you didnât want him to see you all sweaty, breathing hard and struggling to complete simple moves.Â
He looks at you, his eyes doubling in size. He can tell youâre slightly uncomfortable, he could almost visualise the Neurons firing off in your head. He was attracted to you, thatâs for sure, he wasnât trying to come off as creepy. Maybe he did, and now you donât want to train with him, maybe youâll cancel your membership too.
He rapidly looks around the gym, hoping to catch the eye of one of his colleagues, so he could offer to trade clients. He catches Namjoonâs eye, but before he could call him over, you speak;
âIt was funny, Iâm just a bit scared.â
His gaze meets your eyes again. He internally feels a huge rush of relief. Thank goodness he didnât scare you away.
âOh good.â He tucks his hair behind his ear.
Cute. You think.
âWhy are you scared?â He quickly follows up.
Shifting your weight between your feet, you answer, your voice barely audible over the EDM base leaking through the speakers.
âI donât want to embarrass myself. Youâre a professional and I donât want to make a fool of myself.â You play with your earbud case, avoiding eye contact.
You wouldnât be his first client who had that same fear, it was completely natural to be scared of embarrassing yourself. He felt the same way when he started boxing, the first session was nerve-racking, scared of getting anything wrong. But all you need is a good and supportive trainer. And if says so himself, thatâs what he thinks he is.
âDonât be scared. Iâm here to help you. Weâll start slow, okay?â He offers a warm smile and places his large hand on your shoulder.
You almost fall from the feeling of his hand on your bare shoulder. Yes, you were acting like a teenage girl who had never interacted with a man before. But look at him. You were a grown ass woman who had never interacted with a man that looked like him before.
He leads you over to a room separate from the rest of the gym, closed off with glass doors, allowing you to see the whole place. Inside the room were a few exercise balls, foam roller and weights. The floor was soft and covered in mats.
He takes you over to the furthest mat in the room.
âJust me and you here, so donât be nervous. This section is pretty discreet.â He reassures you.
You smile and place your phone and earbuds down on the floor next to the two mats you were currently occupying.
âWe are going to start with stretching, so please sit down. I might have to help you with some of the positions. I hope you donât mind being stretchedâŠâ His voice quietens as he realises how it sounds.
His cheeks flush a pretty pink. A hot flash that runs through you, leaves a thin layer of sweat on your hairline.
And so it begins.
The next morning you wake up sore as fuck. All that extra stretching at the end of the session seemed useless now. Your legs feel like lead as you swing them out of bed and headed to the bathroom. As you sit on the toilet, your thighs scream at you, it was almost as if you could feel every fibre of your muscles tear.Â
Your phone buzzes on the countertop. Finishing your business, you wash your hands and run the shower.
You tap the screen on your phone to see a message from Jungkook. He said it was important to have direct contact with each other, just incase he wanted to recommend some gym wear or if you had any questions.Â
Jungkook (Gym): âHope yesterday didnât tire you out too much. You did great đ â
Another comes in as you finish reading.
Jungkook (Gym): âI hope to see you at the gym (or outside) soon! Make sure to book another session! đâ
You quickly pick up your phone, steam fills the room as the water continues to gush from the pipes.
It vibrates in your hand.
Jungkook (Gym): âSorry if that was unwarranted.â
It vibrates again. You didnât want to risk opening the messages just incase you were unsure of what to say. You really didnât want to leave him on read unintentionally.
Jungkook (Gym): âPlease ignore the last two messages đŁ .âÂ
Jungkook (Gym): âLets pretend that didnât happen. Sorry for the spam đÂ
You click on the notification and unlock your phone.Â
You: Its okay đ My body feels like its on fire every time I move, is that normal?
You fire off the text.
Jungkook (Gym): âYes đ completely normal. You should buy a foam roller to massage your muscles~ But more stretching should help in the mean time. Here is a video to follow (its me btw đł)â
He sends a link to a Youtube video. Youâre intrigued. The gym seemingly had a YouTube channel. The link loads and then you see Jungkook on your screen. Holding the phone in one hand, you quickly turn off the shower and head to your bedroom. Careful not to walking into any walls, you sit on your bed.Â
He greets the audience cheerfully, informing them that this was a tutorial for stretching to relieve muscle ache. He is wearing the gymâs merch, not like when you saw him the day before, it wasnât a baggy t-shirt, no. This time it was a form fitting sleeveless, lycra shirt, with the gymâs logo nestled between his sculpted pecs. His vibrant tattoos more on show than they were in person. His legs were wrapped in shorts, that fell just above his knees.Â
He encourages the viewers to get an exercise mat or find a soft surface. You follow his instruction. A loud groan escapes your lips as you struggle to sit down.
He sports the brightest smile as he guides the (most likely thirsty) watchers through the exercises.
You strain your muscles as you attempt to toe touch. And then he says something that brings you back to the previous day, during your session.
âYou might need a partner to stretch you, if you canât get far enough. Itâll feel really good.â
You were being advised on how to stretch and then when it came to this specific stretch. You were laying on your back, hands clasped around your knee. You knew that you werenât flexible, but you didnât know that you were this stiff. You tried your best to pull your leg into your chest, but you couldnât anything.
âIts not working.â You say, letting your leg drop to the ground with a thud.
Jungkook chuckles and looks down at you, arms crossed, his biceps bulging. The strength it took to not stare was more than what you used to lift the weights.
âI think you need help.â He kneels down in front of you.
He pauses.
âI can help you, if you want.âÂ
You nod.
He mutters an âokay, greatâ, before asking you to resume the position. He moves forward, putting his body over yours, placing his hands on your calf and pushing your leg up and down.
You almost moan with how good the stretch felt. You try your damn hardest not to concentrate on the man who was currently on top of you. You tried not to take notice of his scent, or the small scar on his cheek, or the mole under his lip.
âCan you feel it now?â He smirks.
He knew you could feel it, he heard the noise you let slip. He tries not to think anything of it, but his mind runs wild. He had to be professional. Plus you hadnât indicated that you were interested in him in the slightest.
You nod again. He sits back on his heels and lets go of your leg.
Youâre pulled out of your reminiscent state by a notification and the sound of the phone vibrating against the floor.
Jungkook (Gym): Did it help? đąÂ
You quickly reply with no thoughts. Empty headed.
You: Its not the same without you
He was gonna think you were like all those other woman in the gym who thirsted over him. You needed to fix it.
You quickly send another message.
You: *your help âșïžÂ
Jungkookâs heart sank at your correction. Maybe you werenât interested. You probably in a relationship and the last thing you wanted to deal with was a creepy PT harassing you. He doesnât reply.
You spend your whole shower thinking about being left on read.
Your closest co-worker, Bethany, sits across from you during in lunch. She notices how you barely make conversation, or keep the conversation. You check your phone every 5 minutes.
âWho are we waiting for?â She asks, her fork digging around in her bowl.
âHuh?âÂ
She chuckles.
âYouâre obviously waiting for someone to text. You keep on looking at phone like every two seconds. So, who are we waiting for?â
You didnât know you were being that obvious.Â
âWell⊠My personal trainer is a total twenty out of ten. And he messaged me this morning to give me some stretching tips, and I may have ended our last convo on a creepy note. And now I think that heâs ghosting me because I was a creep. He probably blocked me. Iâm probably banned from the gym.â Words rush out of your sauce covered lips. Maybe spaghetti wasnât the best meal to have in the middle of the day.
Bethany shoves a napkin in your face, which you accept gratefully. She request to see the messages. Embarrassed, you hand your phone over to her.
She remains silent as she scrolls down the screen.
âHe has a crush on you.â She finally speaks, her eyes fixed on the screen, her thumb pressing down. She was doing more than looking at the messages.
âYou better not be sending another message.â You warn her, hand reaching across the table.
She swiftly moves her chair back, so your phone is out of reach.
âIf you donât snatch him up, someone else will. Oh my God, he isâŠâ She doesnât finish her sentence, she turns the screen towards you. And you freeze. It is a picture of a rather muscular manâs bare back, the hair at the nape of his neck was wet with sweat. And the tattooed arm⊠You knew that arm. It was in your dreams last night.
âW-where did you find that?â
She smiles and her thumb resumes the swiping motion.
âIt was in his previous profile pictures.â She leans back in her chair.
âHis picture is a brown dog.â You sit back, the image burnt into your eyes.
How were suppose to act now that youâve seen that? All you can imagine is digging your nails into that back as-
See? Youâve been corrupted. No, you must be ovulating, that why the impure thoughts plague your mind. Youâve seen good looking men before, but youâve never had such a primal reaction before. You also didnât know him well enough to like anything besides his looks. His very, very, very good looks.
âHe has a ton of pictures. He may be the first guy ever whoâs good at taking pictures. Damn, look at this.â She turns the screen towards you once more. This time he was standing in a mirror, hair slicked back and in a black button down.Â
âI can never go back to the gym. I guess my new years resolution is not going to be fulfilled.â You sigh, leaning forward to put your head in your arms.
Suddenly, Bethany gasps.
âHe replied.â She smiles.
Your heart drops to your stomach.Â
âI canât look. You read it.â You close your eyes, not wanting to look at her face.
She clicks on the notification. It felt as if seconds were taking hours to pass.
âAww~âÂ
Your head pops up, eyes shoot open.
âAww?âÂ
She nods.
âHe said âIâd be glad to help, I like you.â
You lunge forward and grab the device out of her hand.
It shakes in your hand
Jungkook (Gym): * your company đÂ
Your heartbeat quickens and a smile spreads across your face. He was nicely making fun of you, recalling back to your little save earlier.
âIf you donât go for it, I will.â Bethany jokes, her engagement ring, glistening under the lighting of the restaurant.
You sit back in your chair, clutching the phone, thinking of a reply. The phone buzzes again.
Jungkook (Gym): I hope I didnât ruin my chances of asking you out for dinner after our training sessions. I hope it didnât come off as creepy đ€ąÂ
You didnât dwell on a reply, you thumbs swiftly move across the screen as you type out a reply.
You: Why wait? đ«€Â
Jungkook didnât want to rush anything just incase the attraction was purely physical. You still had four sessions left. He didnât want to put either of you in that uncomfortable position of feeling like you were stuck with someone you had a bad experience with. What if you found him boring, or strange, or creepy? Oh he was so stupid, luckily you seemed interested, but he didnât even ask if you were single or not, he just pounced on you like some sort of predator.
Jungkook (Gym): I want you to keep on coming to the gym. I want it to go well.
Your heart melts. It was endearing. That someone that looked like him could be nervous.Â
You send a heart emoji and lock your phone, placing it screen down on the table. As youâre about to open your mouth to discuss your messages with Bethany, your phone rings. Flipping it up, you see the name on the screen; Jungkook.
You show Bethany. She snatches the device from you and answers it, shoving it to your ear.
âHello?â You say.
âHi. How are you?â His silky, yet raspy voice bleeds through the speakers.
Your eyes zero in on the left over food on your plate, your finger mindlessly tracing patterns into the table.
âI-Iâm good. You?âÂ
You could hear the EDM music that played in the gym come through the phone. It must be at work.
âSame. Uh, do you want to come in today? I could help the soreness go away? Well, not completely, but feel better?â He suggests, shyly. You practically see his tattooed arm raise to go behind his neck to shake through the back of his hair.
You didnât have any plans to go to the gym for another 2 days Your sweaty clothes were still stuffed in your gym bag next to your front door. You hadnât even bothered to put them in the laundry.
âUh⊠I donât have my gym clothes today.â You lean back in your chair.
Jungkook was unsure of how he was going to come off but he had to try. He really wanted to see you, he felt pathetic having a crush like this. Pursuing a crush like this.
âWe have gym apparel here.â He says.
You almost scoff. Not meaning to come off as condescending. You try to disguise the scoff as a cough.
âIâm not really a gym girlie. So Iâm not into buying gym clothes like that⊠Iâll be come in on Friday tho-â
He cuts you off.
âIâm looking at the system now and your membership actually expires tomorrow. You signed up for a 6 month contract and well⊠its been 6 months.âÂ
He was telling the truth, but he was coming off as desperate.
âOh. Um, Its my lunch break right now, I guess I could quickly come in to renew. Iâll be there soon.â
You both mutter a quick farewell before ending the phone call.
âSounds like he really wants to see you.â
You walk into the gym, feeling slightly uneasy dressed in your work clothes, your heels sinking into the padded floor. You immediately spot Jungkook who was currently with a client at one of the machines, a young woman who looked like she didnât really need to be in the gym, but thats probably what hard work and dedication gets you. Results. He was dressed casually as always, a t-shirt and baggy shorts. This time a beanie encased his raven locks. You rip your gaze away from the two of them and head to the front desk. A young man greets you, you read his name tag âNamjoonâ. He was tall, buff and oh so handsome. Was that the requirement to work at this gym?
How can I help you today?â Namjoon asks.
âHi, I need to renew my membership.â You start.
The man smile, his dimple becoming more prominent with every tooth that displays.
âSure, whatâs your name?â His fingers ready to enter your information into the computer.
You give him your name, placing your handbag on to the counter to find your ID just incase.
Namjoonâs eyebrows reach his hairline and his yells for Jungkook. Youâre startled at the sudden outburst. You look up at him in confusion. He gives you a curt smile before backing away from the counter and jogging over to Jungkook. You follow him with your eyes as he approaches Jungkook. Youâre unable to hear their conversation as a count of the the loud music and the distance. You see Jungkook turn to his client and she dismounts from the machine and takes a swig of water. The two men exchange a few words before Jungkook heads your way. He approaches you with a gleaming smile on his face. You return a shy grin.
He jogs behind the counter.
âIs there a problem? Couldnât Namjoon, is that his name? Couldnât he do it?â You tilt your head in wonder.
Jungkook felt a pang of jealousy in his chest, he didnât enjoy the fact that you seemed to want Namjoon to assist you when he was right there.
You notice his eyes flicker and his smile falter.
âYou looked busy, I didnât want to bother you.â You reach your hand out in defence.
His smile returns at its luminescence.
âIts no bother. I was expecting you.â Types in your information into the system and prints out a new contract. He quickly turns around to grab the sheet of paper from the printer. You take the time to admire his back, the image of his shirtless back flashing through your mind.Â
Your thoughts are interrupted when he puts the contract down on the counter and gestures to the pen perched in itâs stand. He tells you where to sign. You quickly sign and date on the dotted line before handing it back to him.
âDo you want to grab dinner tonight?â He asks.
Youâre taken aback by the sudden invite.Â
Before you could respond, Jungkookâs client saunters over to the two of you.
âKookie, are we going to finish the session?â She leans on the counter, and you take the opportunity to take a glance at her body. She had the physique of a dancer, or a model. She was definitely on someoneâs (your) vision board.
You werenât an overly insecure person, but thats was mostly because you kept to yourself and limited your use of social media. But in times like these, when you unintentionally comparing yourself to another woman who was just simply existing in the presence of a good looking man. You wrap your blazer around your waist trying to shield your shape as you feel her eyes dart up and down your body.
âYeah give me one second.â He doesnât turn away from you.
Jungkook was about to open his mouth, when the lady interrupts;
âHeâs really good. Heâll get you into shape in no time! He also offers meal plans, if he hasnât told you already.â She gives you the once over one more time.Â
You feel yourself fold in. Your shoulder slump and chest caves in. You suddenly become aware of your body and how different it was in comparison to all the people in the gym. In comparison to Jungkook, who was seemingly trying to ask you out right now. You thought of his intentions. Was he trying to garner more business for the gym? Was he going to take you out and suggest that you sign up for more PT sessions? Or maybe he was simply doing his job? And he asked all his clients out to dinner so he could monitor their eating habits?
Or MAYBE it was worse; and he got a kick of leading innocent woman into thinking they had a chance with men like him. And all the people at the gym knew it?
âClara, Iâll be over in 5 minutes. Namjoon is gonna take over for a while.â He gestures over to Namjoon, who was leaning against a machine, patiently waiting for her to return.
She scoffs before walking away, making a point to sway her hips as she walks away. Jungkook rolls his eyes and looks back at you, a smile resting on his visage.
âAre you free tonight?â He asks, his eyes grow with hope.
The hope soon dissipates when he watches your face distort with uncertainty.
âLook, I donât want you to go above and beyond for me. I just want to get used to coming to the gym first. Um⊠I know Iâm not a supermodel but-.â He stops you.
âWhat?â He brows furrow in confusion. He runs through the past few minutes in his head and wonders where he may have misled you. He knew he sometimes had the misfortune of mixing up his words and confusing people, but he honestly didnât think he mixed up his words this time. He barely spoke.
âI appreciate your help, but please donât feel obliged to go outside the boundaries of the gym t-.â He cuts you off again.
âBoundaries?â He questions.
You swallow the hard lump that had formed in your throat, you already felt small, but you felt yourself becoming smaller.
âYeah. I know you offer âmeal plansâ. But we donât have to go out for dinner in order for you to sell them to me.â You choke out.
Jungkookâs eyebrows raise and his mouth drops open.
âI-I. No.â Is all he can say.
âNo?â
âNo. I want to take you out because I like you. Well I like what I know of you. I want to get to know you. I think youâre gorgeous by the way.â The last part comes out under his breath.
Youâre lost for words, you donât know whether you should apologise or question his response.
âI didnât mean to make you uncomfortable. I wanted to wait until after our sessions were done so you didnât get the wrong impression.â He looks down at his shoes.
You felt so bad, jumping to conclusions, you were the one who forced to ask you sooner. He was trying to make you comfortable, he never said anything about your appearance or made you feel any less than. You forced your insecurities on a really nice guy, who showed a little interest in you.Â
âIâm sorry. Maybe I should get another trainer. And Iâm-â His gaze meets yours, eyes wide.
âNo, no! I still want to be your trainer and take you out! I just hope I didnât give you the wrong impression. I really like you.â
You shift in your spot, clutching your bag.
He pulls his phone from his pocket and taps the screens a few times. He shows you the screen.
âLook, if you donât want to get dinner, which I understand. Lets go here. Its a painting cafe, its open til late night and they have drinks. Its really chill. You mentioned in our first session how you wanted yo do something creative, right?â
You smile, he was seemingly trying so hard.
âOkay.â You say, coyly.
He beams.
âOkay?â
You nod.
âIâll meet you outside at 6:30?â He locks his phone and slides it back into his pocket.
âOkay!â You smile before turning around and walking away.
This time, Jungkook watches you walk away, failing at containing the smile that had exploded on his face.
Jungkook knew his last client of the day felt rushed, he didnât bother with the final stretches like he usually does, he didnât even bother to jokingly flirt with the 75 year old woman like he usually did either. He aided her in putting the 2kg weights back on the rack before running into the menâs changing room, stripping and jumping into the shower.Â
He scrubbed his body head to toe, making sure to get rid of the grime from the day.
Before he knew it, he was waiting outside of the building, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He catches a glimpse of his reflection and he immediately fixes his hair, one strand would not stay in its place, he knew he needed to use more hair gel. He shouldâve asked Jimin if he could use a little more.Â
Staring through the glass, he saw you coming, caught up in the crowd of people who were dying to get home.Â
Finally, you come through the doors and walk up to him. You greet him brightly, hoping he canât hear the nerves plaguing your voice.
He beams at you and asks about your day. He informs you that the place wasnât too far away and was in walkable distance.
The start of the date was awkward, as expected, no more than a few words at a time being exchanged. He was ever the gentleman, before picking out a design for your canvases, he helped you out with your apron. You fought to keep your knees from buckling as he came in close from behind to tie the back. You do the same for him, the height difference, between the two of you becoming ver present, as well as the broadness of his back.
The host lead you two a secluded room, as you both clutched your chosen designs in hand. The room was quite romantic, low lighting, except for the luminous light surging each easel. There was a table separating the two chairs, displaying the paint and the brushes. You glance at Jungkook and see the look of glee.
You both place the canvases on the easels and take your seats. The host, takes place in front of the two of you.
âYou have 2 and a half hours, you are free to use all the material here. If you need anymore, please press the call button.â She gestures to the button, stuck to the end of the table, covered in the paint bottles.
She continues;
âThis is an evening painting session, so we now serve wine at the bar. Selective dishes are also available to order. Coffee and snacks are still available. And⊠please refrain from any inappropriate behaviour, or you will be asked to leave and banned from the premise. We do have CCTV in each room.â She offers an awkward smile and swiftly leaves the room.
Jungkook hopes you donât think that he brought you here for illicit reasons. Maybe youâd think he was one of those sleazy guys who take women to private rooms and try it on with them. Shit. You havenât said anything. Shit. He hasnât said anything. Heâs been in his head for the past few seconds.
âI hope Iâm not bad at this.â You say, breaking the silence, with a light laugh.
He turns to you and smiles, picking up a paintbrush and offering it to you. You take it and return the smile.
From then on, the date runs smoothly. You both decide to order a bottle of wine and share a plate of pasta. One bottle turned into two, and the room was filled with laughter and stories. The misunderstandings of the afternoon long forgotten. Before you knew it, a voice came through a small speaker, you didnât know was there, reminding you that you had 10 minutes left.
In a burst of tipsy laughter, the two of you hurriedly finish your paintings.Â
Picking up your painting and Jungkook to the âdrying stationâ, located, near the entrance. You both remove your paint covered aprons before attending to your paintings once again. You take a peek at his masterpiece before you flick on the hairdryer.
âHow are you real?â You ask in disbelief.
He tilts his head in confusion.
âYou look amazing, youâre nice, and you can paint. What canât you do?â You giggle.
He laughs and shakes his head.
âNo, no. I- You- I mean thank you. But I think the same about you.â He says quickly turning on his hairdryer, aiming it at his picture.
The hum of the machines fill the room, echoing your laughter that once filled your ears. Your ears, that were now flushed with flattery.
The hostess takes both paintings, wrapping them up carefully, and handing you both your respective bags. She taps on the register, reading off the total bill. You reach in your bag to find your card, yeah, it was a date, but you felt strange standing there as Jungkook paid for something that couldâve easily been a platonic date⊠Your thoughts are interrupted.
âDo you want the receipt?âÂ
âHuh?â The sound slipped out.
Jungkook looks at you before answering.
âNo thank you. Thank you, have a nice evening.â His free hand grabs yours and he guides you both outside.
So⊠not a platonic date then.
The street was much busier than it had been than when you had arrived. It was filled with people unwinding after a long day at work, ready for the weekend. It was also littered with loved up couples, holding hands, looking for places to eat, talking to each other about who knows what. If anyone were to look at the two of you, they would think you were one of those lovelorn couples. The way your hand fit in his, pace matching his, laughter mixing harmoniously with his.
âThank you for tonight. I had so much fun.â You pull him to a stop, pulling him into a side road, away from the foot traffic.
Jungkook feels his heart swell, he was so happy. He felt like it went well, but to hear you say it? Made him feel like he was flying. To think that a few hours ago, it was all almost slipping away from him. He found himself drawn to you, he couldnât explain it. He always believed that thatâs how heâd find his âpersonâ. It would just feel right. And it does.
âMe too. Thank you for giving me a chance.â He takes both your hand in his, eyes growing double in size.
You didnât think it was possible for a man like him to look cute, but here he was, with his eyes shining, looking down at you. Looking as adorable as ever. You move closer, you were aware of your actions, but you also knew that the wine you drank was giving you the courage to do what you were about to do.
âI would like to k-â
âYes.â A puff of air tickles your lips, as he closes his eyes.
He doesnât feel anything.
He opens his eyes and steps back.
âOh Iâm sorry, I as-â
You pull him in and plant you lips on his. Its not perfect, you miss slightly, you feel his lips curl into smile. His hand leaves yours and meets your waist, bringing you in closer, he readjusts his lips on yours. His lip rings indenting into the plum flesh of your bottom lip. You have the sudden urge to feel it on your tongue. You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, letting it tease the metal accessory for a few milliseconds before slipping it into his mouth. A low growl rumbles in his throat and he tangles is tongue with yours. Your hand finds its way to the back of his neck, fingers delving into the hair at the nape of his neck. His hand wonders from your waist to your lower back, fingers inching closer to your behind.
The sound of a throat clearing brings you to a halt.
You separate, the rustling of your bags, sounding like teens laughing at their peers being caught making out at a high school house party.
âWe should uh⊠get going.â You say, using your fingers to wipe the saliva from your mouth.Â
Jungkook licks his lips and nods. You were more than ready to go about being awkward and distant but that was never his plan, he grabs your hand and walks with you like heâd been kissing you like that.
He walks you back to the work building and calls you a taxi. You both bid each other a sweet goodnight, exchanging smiles and hugs before parting ways.
Jungkook makes sure to text you as soon as he watches your taxi drive down the road, telling you how much he enjoyed spending time and how he hopes he could do it sometime soon.Â
Your heart jumps at the sound of your phone vibrating in your bag. It does backflips as your eyes take in his words. For the second time that evening you ask him;
You: How are you real? đÂ
He smiles to himself as he heads home, he snaps a quick picture of himself and sends it.
Jungkook đ: Very real and all yours lol
He immediately regrets sending it. Fingers scrambling, he sends a second message.
Jungkookđ: If youâll have me đ„ŽÂ
He must be playing a joke on you, right? What does this tall, handsome, funny, sweet PERSONAL TRAINER want with you? Heâs seen you, right? Heâs seen the other women who go to his gym, right?Â
Jungkook looks at his message and sees the â1â disappear. You read it. And you werenât replying. He came on too strong. Great, he ruined the perfect evening.
Just as about he was about to type out an apology, your message pops up.
You: Do you have a fetish or something?
He furrows his eyebrows. Figuring texting is messing up true feelings, he presses the voice call button.
Your eyes widen when you see his name on your screen. You pick up.
âHi.âÂ
âHey. Fetish?â He gets right to it.
âYeah. You knowâŠâ Your voice comes out as a whisper.
He stops walking, he sits on a bench.
âI donât know. To be honest, Iâm very confused.â
You felt so embarrassed. You let your insecurities get the best of you and sabotage this relationship before it had the chance to even start.Â
âJungkook. Youâre you andâŠâ
You pause. You feel your eyes water.Â
âIâm me. Iâm not in the best shape and Iâm not skinny or have a perfect hourglass figure. Iâm definitely heavier than you.â You let out a dry laugh.
âIâm struggling to understand and believe that you like me. And that this isnât some sort of sexual thing.â Your breath shakes.
Jungkookâs brows are now in permanent furrowed state, that never crossed his mind. Of course it didnât because he didnât think of you like that.
He says your name. It was different from the way youâve heard it said by other guys before when youâve brought up the same issue. He didnât say with defeat or dipped in grease. It was usually followed by âyou should take it as a compliment, I think big girls are sexyâ. âI wanted to see what it was likeâ
Jungkook said nothing of the sort;
âIâm me and youâre you. I like you. I like everything about you. Well, what I know so far, I want to know more. I want to go on more dates, I want to see where this goes. Hopefully it can go far. Iâd really like that. And you may not understand why I like you, but you donât have to right now, Iâll show you. Iâm sorry if a guy has made you feel like youâre a plaything and not likeable. I wish I could punch him.â
You laugh.
âI like hearing you laugh. I want to be the reason for that. Thank you telling me how you feel and not just ghosting. I appreciate it. â You could hear him smile through the phone.
He couldnât be real. But you had to tell yourself he was or youâd fuck it up.
âThank you for not being weirded out.â You sniffle.
He laughs.
âAfter kissing me like that? Iâm locked in.â
2 months later
Jungkook was a very understanding and patient boyfriend. He mustâve gotten a lot of practice from his job as a personal trainer. He pushed you to try new things, go to new places, but he always made sure you were comfortable. He was a living manifestation of your dream man.
He had asked you to be his girlfriend during your 5th and final training session. You were stretching together, he had your leg stretched out and next to your head (definitely not gym approved), when he âpopped the questionâ. You agreed very quickly and kissed him, only for the kiss to be interrupted by âClaraâ, the client who was convinced that she was playing the long game with Jungkook.
She lets out a loud gasp before storming out of the room.
âI think I may have lost you a client. Sorry.â You giggle.
He pecks your lips and releases your leg.
âBut I gained a girlfriend.
Jungkook invites you over for a movie night after work on a Friday night. Heâs ever the gentleman, he waits outside the building, takes your bag and holds your hand the entire walk to his house. You had been over to apartment on several occasions. But never for an overnight stay, for a moment or two before heading out. You head to the bathroom, taking your overnight bag, you wash off your makeup, change out of work clothes and into a oversize shirt and sleep shorts. Neatly folding your clothes back into your bag, you head back out into the living room.
He looks up at you as you place your bag under the breakfast bar.
âYou look cute.â He smiles, cutting up strawberries into a bowl.
You walk up next to him, your brushing up his broad back and wrapping around his waist. You kiss his cheek.
âThank you.â You kiss his jaw.
You were both quite wary when it came to physical intimacy, youâd cuddle, hold hands and occasionally kiss, but things were moving very slowly. You wondered if he was even attracted to you (you tried to push the bad thoughts to the back of your head) , as he rarely ever initiated contact. You were still trying to come across has chill and nonchalant, but the truth was⊠you were horny. You wanted to jump his bones every time you saw him, he was gorgeous. He had been bragging about a delicious dish that he learned to make, and how excited he was to show you. You were a bit reluctant about accepting the invite, youâd been to his apartment before, but for only a few minutes at a time. You had never spent time with him in his house with access to a bed.
You help him cook, despite him telling you to sit down. You both sit down and enjoy the meal, sharing laughs and stories from the day. After eating, you wash up together, feeling very domestic.
Drying your hands, you shyly you ask;
âShould we watch a movie?âÂ
Jungkook dries the last bowl and smiles, that shy smile that you adored so much.
âSure, the remote is on the couch. Pick whatever.â
You place the dish towel down ever so carefully, the silence lingering in air before you speak.
âI uh was thinking we could uh watch it in your bedroom. If youâre comfortable of course.â You pick the towel up once more, wringing it in your hands, palms turning red.
He notices your hesitation, places the bowl in the cabinet, gently pulls the towel out of your hands and wraps his arms around you. You immediately relax into the hug.
âDonât be nervous to ask for things like that. I want to cuddle with you wherever. Itâll be nice.â
Before you knew it, you were under the sheets with Jungkook on top of you, lips locked, legs too, entangled in a heated position. One arm was around his neck and one was around his tiny waist, sneaking up his shirt. He moaned into the kiss, the deep guttural sound causing a pool arousal to soak your underwear. His large hand had naturally made its way on to your breasts, he has growled at the feeling of your braless tits in his hand. His other hand was above you, resting on the pillow. He let his body rest on you a little, increasing your temperature ever so slightly. You gasp into his mouth, feeling something firm pressed against your stomach. He kisses your lips once more before moving to your cheek, down to your jaw and then your neck, sucking your skin slightly. You werenât a particularly vocal person in bed, but his actions were making hard for you to keep quiet, involuntary whines escaping your body.
âI-Iâm h-hot.â You whimper.
He smirks.
âYeah, you are.â
You snort.
âNo~ Iâm literally hot, can we take off the blanket?âÂ
âOh.â He laughs and flips the blanket off, rolling to the side of you, leaning on his elbow.
He stares at you. Before you could ask a question, his lips are on yours again. His hand cups your jaw. You kiss him back fervently, your hand
He pulls away, lips a hairbreadth from yours. His hand travels down your body, caressing your breast, squeezing your waist. Which makes you tense up. Your waist and stomach were areas that you were self conscious about, it felt like he was squeezing your flaws.Â
Think about something else. Thinking about something else.
He feels you go stiff.
âAre you okay?â He asks, lips pink and swollen.
You nod.
âJust touch me.â You grab his hand and place it on your waistband.
He bites his lips, without breaking eye contact, his fingers disappear into your shorts. He touches you over your panties first. He moans at the feeling of the soaked material.
âYouâre so wet. All for me?â He smirks, eyebrows raised.
Your breath gets caught in your throat as he moves your panties to the side and his thumb meets your clit, fingers gliding over your folds. He takes his time before curling his long fingers into you, causing your to moan out in pleasure, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. He slowly fucks his fingers into you. The room is filled with the crude wet sound of your heat and the murmur of the voices of the long forgotten movie playing on TV.
Youâve never sounded like this before, unintelligible sounds tumbling from your lips as he pumps his digits in and out, hitting that place deep inside you.
âY-yourâe gonna make me c-â You kiss him and place your hand on his bulge that had been growing.
He hisses, bucking into your hand. He takes his fingers out of you and hurriedly removes your shorts and underwear. You barely have time to think when his mouth meets your centre. His thick tongue licks you up, sucking on your pearl, like the best candy heâs ever tasted in his life. Your hands shoot out to grab his hair as you shake. You grunt out his name as you cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head, you try to catch your breath.
Jungkook rises to his knees and rips off his shirt, you catch a glimpse of his adonis like body before his kisses you. How were you in bed with someone who looks like that? Even though you had just felt like jelly, your brain tells your body to tense up. You kiss him back, trying your best to push the thoughts away, but as your hand feel up his toned, muscular physique, it was getting harder to fight them away.
Jungkook feels you tense under his touch. He pecks your lips before pulling away.
âAre you okay?â He asks, brown eyes glistening.
You nod and try to push the intrusive thoughts to the back of your mind. He raises his eyebrows, non verbally questioning you. You nod once again and presses your lips against his. He moans and kisses you back passionately. His hands wonder again, gripping your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your muscles tense once again. He feels you go stiff, he pulls away again.
Your eyes remain closed, scared to look at him. Youâve really fucked up now, he probably thinks youâre weird, and he probably regrets giving a âfatâ girl a chance.
âYouâre not okay. Tell me whatâs wrong baby.â He moves closer to you and brushes hair out of your face, but then he quickly retracts.
âDo you not want me to touch you?âÂ
You open your eyes, not daring to look at him, your stare tasering in on every detail of his bedroom ceiling.
âIâm sorry if I m-â
âNo! I just have- Iâm just⊠All I keep thinking of is what you must think.â
He looks at you puzzled.
âWhat I think?â
You take a deep breath and sit up, pulling your legs into yourself.
âYou mustâve been with girls who have insane bodies, and you work at a gym for godâs sake! And now youâve got to tolerate me. I donât wanna put you off by taking off my shirt.â You ramble.
Jungkook barely keeps up with your words, he wants to grab you and tell you that youâre beautiful, and that he is more than attracted to you. But he didnât want you to feel uncomfortable, you were literally telling him how you were uncomfortable you were with him touching you. Well, you didnât say that explicitly but he didnât want to push you further.
Him just sitting there was making you more anxious, maybe he had been hiding his true feelings. He did find you repulsive, maybe he was being kind and didnât know how to let you down gently.Â
Without sparing a glance his way, you attempt to get off the bed. He stops you, hand gently landing one your thigh. You stare down at his tattooed fingers, slightly gripping, leaving dents in your skin.
âDonât go. I think youâre gorgeous. L-like the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen. That Iâve ever had the privilege to meet, to date, to kiss⊠To touch.â
You scoot back on the bed, eyes never leaving his.
âN-now I understand if you donât wanna stay the night anymore, but.. I really want you to stay. And we donât have to do anything, I wonât even touch you. I can sleep on the couch if that would make you more comfortable.â
He moves his hand towards your face, fingertips hovering over your cheek, scared to brush your hair out of your face.
âEven if you want to leave, please donât leave thinking that I donât want you or that Iâm not attracted to you. You are perfect to me and it sucks that guys have made you feel like you arenât the most beautiful woman in the world. â
You look into his eyes and you can feel his sincerity. You lean into his open hand, letting his palm warm your cheek.Â
âI-i want you to touch me. I want you to want to touch me.â
Jungkook grabs your face and kisses you.
âI do want to touch you. I want to do more than that. But I want you to feel more than comfortable with that.â
You kiss him, deepening the kiss before he even has the chance to pull away. You wrap your arms around his neck and you fall back, pulling him on top of you.
He rolls you both onto your sides and places his hands firmly on your hips. He moans into your mouth, sending heart down between your legs. You clench around nothing and rub your legs together, in an attempt to relieve yourself.
Jungkookâs hand brushes your thigh, as if he was asking for an invitation inside. You spread to let him in, his fingertips once again dance along your folds, becoming slick with arousal. He toys with your hardening nub, making you twist and turn. His mouth detaches from yours and land on your neck. He licks and kisses a spot that makes it impossible to keep quiet. Your arms wrap around his body, nails digging into the taut skin of his back. His fingers tease your opening before plunging in deep. His fingers move smoothly and quickly, pulling egregious noises from your lips. He feels you tighten around his fingers.
âAre you gonna cum for me again? Soak my fingers?â He whispers in your ear.
You feel a burning flash run through your body as you let go and experience release. You come undone and as you do, he presses his lips against yours, licking into your mouth. He gently pulls his fingers out of you and brings his fingers to his lips, alternating between kissing you and tasting your release.
Breath heavy, you snake your hand down between your bodies, fingers brushing his hardness in his boxers. He shudders. It had been a while since he had had sex. People perceived him as a hardcore fuckboy but he was truly the opposite. He wanted to be in a relationship, truthfully, thatâs the only way he could cum, knowing the person beneath him was âhisâ.
âI donât think Iâm gonna last. I-Iâm sorry.â He breathes out.
You smirk before pushing him back onto the bed and kneeling next to him. You bend at the waist and place a kiss over his boxers. His breathing gets heavier, chest heaving, abs clenching.
You palm his length before pulling him out and taking him into your mouth. You both moan as you sink deeper and feel him it the back off your throat. You suck gently, pulling off to lick at his tip.
His hand lands on the back off your head, slowly coming around to stroke your cheek. You maintain eye contact as you bob up and down. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he throws his arm over his eyes, unable to control his body as the pleasure takes over.Â
Suddenly, he gently pulls your hair, forcing you off of him.
âIâm gonna cum. I wanna feel you.â He confesses.
He sits up and reaches over to open his bedside table draw. You watch as he pulls out a foil packet. Expertly, he rips it open and slides the condom over his length. He turns back to you, encouraging you to lay back on the bed.
You lay back, and part your legs. He lines up with your core and gently pushes in. He hisses out a few curse words as he feels. You tighten around him. He almost collapses with how good it feels.
âSo fucking tight.â He says through gritted teeth.
His grip on your hips tightens as he rocks back and forth. His tip hitting a spot in you that makes you scream in pleasure. He leans over you, encouraging you to hold on to him.
You both find a steady rhythm, moans reaching a crescendo as you explode. He follows shortly after, you feel the warm fill the condom. He rolls off you and next to you on the bed.Â
âY-you are so sexy. Fuck.â He breathes out, chest heaving.
You laugh and turn to look at him.
âThank you. I think you are too.â You reach out and brush his slightly damp hair out of his face. The angles of his chiseled face glisten more with the assistance of the tin layer of sweat that had formed on his skin.
He scoots closer to you and pecks your lips before getting up to get rid of the soiled condom that has become baggy with the deflation of his length.
You watch his figure as he heads into the bathroom.
You sigh a sigh of happiness. You might never be completely happy with yourself but you hope you can be happy with him and learn to love yourself as much as he might.
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ᥣđ© HE'S THE SERPENTINE, HE'S MY COLLAR!
FEATURING: dazai osamu
SUMMARY: you're finally back in yokohama after spending three years abroad dealing with mori's foreign business. the last person you want is to see dazai osamu, the wounds of his abrupt betrayal still too fresh for comfort. unfortunately, he decides to take matters into his own hands by showing up at your office in the middle of the night.
(wordcount: 7.1k; Ćsfw; fem!reader; port mafia executive!reader, f!receiving oral, gunplay, knife play (ish), spitting, pussy drunk!dazai (as always), light choking, overstim, office sex, semi-public/public sex, unprotected sex, switch!dazai, switch!reader, undertones of angst (happy ending). lmk if anything is missing!)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: guys. GUYS. i had so much fun writing this, this is finally usurping in paper rings and picture frames as my fav fic that i've written. HAHAHH. i hope you guys like it too!!
You hear the door to your office swing open, and you press your lips together tightly, irritation swimming through your head as your grip tightens on the pen youâre using to fill out your paperwork. Itâs already lateâyouâre tired and your head hurts, but you canât leave the building until Akutagawa comes to hand you the report for his failed mission so you can pass it up to the boss. And you know that whichever subordinate this is, itâs definitely not Akutagawa because the boy would rather claw his own throat out than walk into your office without knocking.Â
Which means itâs some upstart new recruit who has no manners and is likely going to make your night worse. You think being away for so long did some real damage to your reputationâthree years ago, the lower ranked mafiosos avoided your floor like the plague, they didnât barge in like they owned the place, but then again, you also had a certain dark-haired executive (ex-executive now, you remind yourself bitterly) lurking around your floor constantly trying to get your attention, and if people werenât nervous enough about you, they were definitely terrified of him.
âFive seconds to explain why you came into my office without knocking or Iâm putting a bullet through your fucking skull,â you say, voice acerbic, not even bothering to look up, the fingers of your free hand closing around the gun you have holstered at your side.Â
âThereâs a few too many cameras in the hall for my liking to stand out there and wait for you to open the door.â
The fact that he manages to dodge the bullet shot in his direction is testament to his skill, but youâve known Dazai Osamu long enough to know that when he dodges to the side, nine times out of ten, he dodges left, so you drop your pen as soon as you pull the trigger and swipe the knife laying haphazardly on your desk, launching it in his direction. You watch as his eyes widen just a bit when it impales the wall right next to his ear, just barely nicking his skinâboth a warning and a threat.
âMy, my, bella, youâve gotten faster the past few years,â Dazai grins, unperturbed, smile as reckless and lazy as the day he left four years ago as he plucks the knife from the wall. âIâve missed you too.â
âWhat the hell are you doing here, Dazai?â you ask, voice cold and sharp as your finger rests against the trigger of your gun. âHow did you get up here?â
âSecurityâs gotten lax since Iâve been gone, I guess,â Dazai shrugs, but his eyes dance with mirth as he makes his way over to your desk. âYou should probably do something about that.â
âDazai,â you say, keeping your voice low and trying to reign in your temper. There are no cameras in your office, but the hall leading here is littered with them, hidden ones that were recently installed that he wouldnât know about, if any one of them caught his face and itâs reported to Mori⊠âYou think I wonât drag your ass to Mori myself? What the fuck are you doing?â
Youâd have to, or it would be your head on the line for betraying the Port Mafiaâyou know better than anyone the treatment that traitors get, considering you were the one that dealt with them up until you were sent abroad three years ago to handle Moriâs foreign politics.Â
âI donât know, will you?â Dazai counters, head tilted to the side as he takes a seat on top of your desk next to you, a smile on his face that makes you think he knows something that you donât.
âMaybe,â you answer, finger twitching on the trigger as you keep your gun pointed in his direction.Â
Dazai is completely unbothered, leaning down until his nose is nearly brushing yours, lips tugged up in an unbearable smirk.Â
âThen do it,â he challenges, and you glare at him, jaw tight and eyes hard. He reaches out, fingertips brushing your skin, and you feel like youâre on fire beneath his touch. You hate that your body still betrays you to him. âDonât look at me like that, bella. I wonât even resist, I promise, as long as you promise to be the one to put a bullet through my skull, so your face can be the last thing I see. Ah, that would be a lovely death, wouldnât it?âÂ
âYouâre a fucking freak, Dazai,â you spit out, but make no move to get up or grab your phone. âWhat is wrong with you?â
Dazai doesnât respond, only winking at you. Instead, his gaze shifts to the side and his hand drops from your face to his lap again. You hate even more that you miss his touch immediately.Â
âYou still have my couch,â Dazai notes to himself quietly, an odd tone to his voice as he stares at the dark couch in the far corner of your office, where heâd bundle himself up under blankets to avoid Chuuya, because Chuuya used to avoid your office like the plague when the three of you were younger.
âItâs my couch,â you say tightly, even though you know no one has touched it since Dazai left, and the ugly orange blanket he liked so much is still draped over the back of it, and it probably still smells like him. Your throat feels swollen, and you steel away your emotions and continue with, âIâve hardly been back here since you left, anyway. What do you want, Dazai?â
âI heard you were finally back in Yokohama,â he says. âI wanted to see you.â
âFuck off,â you say roughly. âSo you decide to break into the main base of the Port Mafia and come all the way up to my office? You know where my apartment is, you couldâve shown up there. What do you really want?âÂ
âItâs the truth,â Dazai says easily, and his dark eyes meet yoursâboth of them, you note, and wonder when he decided to shed the bandages that covered his right eye. âI was at your apartment for a bit, I got impatient and came here instead.â
Heâs telling the truth.
Oh, you realizeâthe clogged feeling in your throat is coming back, you force it away again and lean back in your chair, looking away from him to turn your gaze to the window. Itâs well past midnight already, the moon is high in the sky and the stars are glittering above. In the distance, you can see the Ferris Wheel of Cosmo World glowing a bright purple color and a string of flashing red and blue lights as the police chase after someone.
âWhy?â you ask finally, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the two of you.Â
âI told you,â Dazai says quietly, and your eyes turn back to him. He looks⊠happier, you canât help but note. A sick part of you feels jealousâyouâre not sure if youâre jealous because heâs free and youâre still stuck in this place, or if youâre jealous because heâs happier and heâs happier in a life without you. You think it might be the latter. âI miss you.â
âDonât give me bullshit, Dazai,â you snap, still trying to push away all of the feelings youâve repressed for so long. âGet out of here before you find yourself killed. Iâm not going to turn you in, but Iâm not saving you if you get caught.â
âItâs not bullshit,â Dazai tells you, voice sharp in a way that it only ever is when heâs starting to get annoyed. âI-â
A knock at your door cuts Dazai off mid-sentence. Both of you freeze, Dazai looks at you as if waiting to see what youâre going to do, and you can so easily finish this now, let whoever is at your door in and drag Dazai back down to the torture room where he belongs, but instead you find yourself reaching for him. Your hand intertwines with his hair roughly, and you revel a bit in the hiss that escapes his lips as you yank him off the desk and roll your chair backward, kicking the back of his knee so that he crumples to the ground and you can push him beneath your desk.Â
You lower your gun to your lap so you can keep it pointed at him and then glance down at himâhe looks caught off-guard and disgruntled at being manhandled, but you think it's a bit funny how cramped he looks under there.Â
âNot a single word,â you warn before fixing your chair and raising your voice. âCome in.â
Akutagawa wastes no time stepping into your office, nodding his head in respect as he makes his way over to the chair on the opposite side of your desk, a bundle of papers in hand. He doesnât hand you the pile right away and he looks uncharacteristically nervous, and you raise your eyebrows, wondering what the issue is.Â
âI am⊠unsure how to fill out some of the report,â Akutagawa says, unable to meet your eyes as he stares at the windows behind you. âThe operation was⊠not a failure but not a success. The whole mission was in disarray, I do not know who was doing what at certain points.â
You stare at Akutagawa. âWhat do you want me to say to that?â you ask him, leaning back in your chair. âItâs your job to know that as the field officer for the mission. If you canât handle that, Hirotsu will take back the position on the next major operation.â
Akutagawa bristles. âI can handle it,â he says, voice clipped. âThis mission was just more chaotic than-â
âThan usual?â you ask idly, watching as he stiffens as your interruption. âThis was childâs play, itâs unlike you to make excuses, Akutagawa.â
âIâm not making excuses,â he says immediately, âbutâŠâ
Akutagawa continues talking, but your attention is ripped away when you feel Dazai shift beneath the desk. You press your lips together tightly, stiffening as his hands rise to your thighs, spreading them a bit so he can settle between them. You glance down, heâs already peeking up at you, dark eyes glittering in a way that has you on edge.Â
Donât you dare, you warn silently, but Dazai only takes it as further encouragement, pressing his lips to your clothed inner thigh, you can feel the warmth and wetness through your slacks. It takes all of your self-control to not inhale sharply when he starts trailing open-mouthed kisses up your thigh until his mouth is hovering right above your cunt.Â
You press the muzzle of your gun against his temple.Â
He smiles.Â
Your jaw clenches as he licks a long stripe between your legs through your slacks, making sure to press his tongue down hard over where your clit is hidden through your clothes. Akutagawa is still talking, oblivious to whatâs happening beneath your desk as he airs his complaints about the mission. You could stop Dazai, place your foot on his shoulder and push him off of you, but you donât, notablyâyou donât want to acknowledge that though. You only vaguely hear Akutagawaâs issues, something about interference from a third partyâthe SDUP? What the hell were they doing there?â and Kajii blowing up an escape route.Â
âGive me the report,â you say, cutting him off mid-sentence, and holding out your hand. Youâre grateful that your voice comes out steadier than you feel with Dazai trying to tongue fuck your through your pants.Â
As you lean forward to rip the papers from Akutagawa, you tense, feeling something sharp press against your inner thigh. Sitting back in your seat and glancing down, your eyes cut down to Dazai, who still has the knife youâd thrown at him and is using it to cut open your very expensive slacks.
You have half a mind to drive your foot into his face, but you refrain. If only barely.
Itâs a miracle that you can keep your breath steady, because as Dazai cuts your pants, he kisses every inch of open skin thatâs revealed to him. His lips are warm, wet, familiarâso familiar that your legs are instinctively spreading for him, giving him more room to work.
Your eyes scan the report but the words are just jumbled letters and not making any sense. Every time you try to understand, you feel Dazaiâs teeth graze your thigh as he marks up your skin. You tense when you feel him bring the knife much closer to your cunt, to finish cutting off the materialâyou press the muzzle of your gun harder into the side of his head, warning him to be careful. You glance down only to see a hazy smile on his lips as he winks up at you, as if heâs drunk just off of the idea of whatâs about to happen.
He works efficiently as always, freeing your lower body of your slacks and panties as quickly as possible, and he wastes no time burying his face between your legs. Your lashes flutter and the grip you have on your pen tightens dangerously, you think it might snap. Dazaiâs tongue slides between your folds, lapping up the slick that had begun to poolâyou know that if Akutagawa wasnât sitting a few feet away, Dazai would be making a snide comment about how he knew you wanted him.
Dazaiâs tongue flicks over your clitâyou can feel him staring up at you, watching for every little reaction, the way your lip tightens as you bite back moans, the way your eyelids unconsciously start to slide shut, the way your breath is just a bit heavier than it usually is.Â
This is so dangerous, you think to yourself desperately. If Akutagawa of all people figures out that Dazai is here-
You nearly choke when Dazai shifts a bit underneath the desk to kneel at a better angle, grateful that Akutagawa seems to be too busy wallowing in his own mistakes to notice your struggle. Your gaze snaps down again, his eyes have fluttered shut as he buries his face deep into your cunt, nose pressed to your clit as he pushes his tongue into your hole and you can feel the way he lets out a silent, but shaky breath, barely holding back a moan.
You notice his free hand slide from where it was propped on your thigh down to his beige pants, fingers fumbling with the button as he desperately tries to slip his hand beneath his waistband to touch himself. You kick his wrist hard, using your foot to pin it against the side of your desk, watching him wince and withdraw his hand, looking up at you with those big brown eyes you can never say no to.Â
God, heâs pathetic, his lashes are wet and his cheeks are flushed, eyes glossed over with pleasure as he looks up at you and you know youâll let go of his wrist if he looks at you like that any longer, so you turn your gaze back up to Akutagawa, whoâs staring at his lap and waiting for you to finish the report.
âGet out,â you tell him, voice sharper than you intended. Akutagawaâs eyes snap up to you, brows furrowed in confusion. âGo, Iâll handle this.â
âBut-â
âYour job is to take orders, not question them,â you bite out, watching frustration flash across the boyâs face as he rises to his feet. Youâre not usually this harsh with the kid, but youâre not sure how much longer youâre going to last and Akutagawa cannot be in here when you cum. You can feel the heat pooling in your stomach and that familiar hazy feeling clouding your mind. âOut, Akutagawa.â
Akutagawa inhales sharply but nods, turning stiffly on his heel to leave your office. As soon as the door to your office clicks shut, Dazai is pushing the chair backwards until the back of it hits the windows behind you, shifting into a more comfortable position as he resumes fucking you with his tongue in earnest.Â
He moans into you, wanton and shameless, any restraint he had because of Akutagawaâs presence is long gone. While he was careful to not make noise before, now the sloppy sound of his tongue dragging in and out of your cunt drowns out any other noise in your office, he sucks and slurps, heâs so disgusting, like he canât get enough of the taste of you, a man whoâs been starved for years.
The knife clatters to the ground as he reaches up with both hands to grab your thighs, sliding them over his shoulders so he can push his tongue even deeper inside of you. Only sheer pride drives you to push away the creeping fog as Dazaiâs tongue slides back up between your folds to draw figure eights around your clit.
âI should pull the fucking trigger, pulling this shit when he was in here,â you spit out, head falling back as a breathy noise escapes your parted lips when Dazai sucks gently at your clit. He moans again, as if the idea itself turns him onâit probably does, heâs always talked about wanting to die between your thighs. âYouâre a fucking freak, Dazai.âÂ
He lets out a puff of air, you canât tell if it's a laugh or another moan, maybe a mixture of both, but heâs too focused on drowning in your cunt to respond. Four years without him and youâve forgotten just how good Dazai is with his tongue, working your body as easily as he did when the two of you were eighteen and seeking each other out before meetings and between missions for a quick fuck. You hate itâyou hate that heâs treating you as if nothing has changed and you hate even more that your body is this responsive to him.Â
Betrayal, you think, your own body betrays you for him. Again.
âFuck,â you gasp the word out when Dazai rolls your clit between his teeth gently, sending a jolt through your body that throws you off just enough for that fog youâve been fighting off to finally win. You choke over a moan, head pressed back against your desk chair, forearm coming up to press against your forehead as your eyes slide shut. Your free hand finally finds its place in his hair, tightening around his dark locks, he lets out a whimper against you, tongue flicking over your clit. âLike that. Just like that.â
You can hardly keep your head on straight as he traces letters around the sensitive bud, you try to figure out what heâs spelling but youâre too far gone. Your head is light and your chest is heaving. Youâre barely able to bite back moans as your thighs tighten around his head, hips rocking against his face. You donât even know if he can breathe, you donât think you care, so close to the edge that your entire body is tingling and trembling; you donât think he cares either from the way heâs moaning into you.
It takes one last suck, one last swirl around your clit, and youâre crying out his name, spots dotting your vision as your grip on his hair tightens, pushing his face impossibly deeper into you as you grind your hips against his face. God, it feels never-ending, a noise too close to a sob nearly escapes your lips as Dazai ardently laps up all of your cum, not letting a single drop go to waste. You canât remember the last time youâve cum this hardâwith him, probably, you realize bitterly. None of the one-night stands youâve had over the past few years have ever compared to him.
Youâre still reeling even as you force yourself to straighten in your seat, not willing to let him know just how badly youâre thrown off by how intense your orgasm was. Your head is still spinning, vision still blurring, but you lift your leg and press your foot to Dazaiâs shoulder, kicking him back and forcing him out from his position between your thighs.Â
He grunts, looking thoroughly disgruntled as he falls back on his ass, pouting up at you as he tries to catch his breath. He looks debauched, lips swollen and wet, your cum smeared on the lower half of his face. His cock is straining against his beige pants and his eyes are still glazed over; heâs looking up at you with an expression thatâs nothing short of reverent.Â
God, heâs gorgeous.Â
You hate him.Â
Youâve missed him.Â
You shift in your seat and Dazai is lifting himself to his knees, immediately leaning closer, a hazy smile on his lips as he angles his face up and pointedly parts his lips, sticking his tongue out. You know what he wants and the heat that had been slowly dissipating returns with a vengeance, breath catching as you look down at him.
âYouâre gross,â you tell him, watching the corner of his lips quirk up even as he keeps his tongue out and waiting.
You donât deny him. You never can.Â
You shift forward, rising to your feet and reaching out to grab his chin, angling your face down. Your grip is too tight, itâll leave bruises behind and you think thatâs the least he deserves so you only tighten it a bit more as you lean over him. You donât give him what he wants, not right away, letting the saliva gather on your tongue as you observe him, the way his pupils are blown wide and his chest is hardly rising and falling, as if he canât even let himself breathe in anticipation.
Disgusting, you think again, but itâs fond this time, much to your displeasure.
You decide to put him out of his misery, letting the spit dribble from your mouth down to his. His eyes roll back as soon as it hits his tongue, and your hand slides from his chin to curl around his neckânot tight, just firm enough to feel the way his throat bobs as he swallows.
He lets out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering back open as he looks up at you, entirely blissed out. Your hand slides down more, curling around the ugly bolo tie heâs wearing in place of the black one youâre used to. You tug it hard, beckoning him to his feet; he acquiesces, albeit on shaky legs.Â
Immediately, his hands find your hips as he pushes you against your desk, spinning you around to face it before his hand presses between your shoulder blades, pushing you down to bend you over it. Your eyes widen at the sudden change in demeanor, something youâll never be able to get used to no matter how many times you fuck him; it always caught you off guard back then, it still catches you off guard now. He pulls off the remnants of your destroyed slacks and immediately is grinding his bulge against your ass, a low moan spilling from his lips.Â
âHow many people have you been with?â he suddenly asks, and you can hear him fumbling to unbutton his own pants. Thereâs an edge to his voice that you donât likeâsomething caught between jealousy and possessiveness, and you nearly want to scoff at it.
âWhat the fuck, Dazai?â you spit out, appalled and not expecting the question. âNone of your damn business.âÂ
You turn your head to the side to rest your cheek on the desk, looking back at him from the corner of your eye. His eyes are still a bit hazy but thereâs a tight expression on his face, reminiscent of the one that would be directed toward you whenever he stumbled in on you entertaining anyone other than him years ago.Â
âHumor me,â he says, voice cold and eerily familiar. If you werenât looking at him and if you couldnât see the tan coat and bolo tie, youâd think you were talking to Dazai Osamu, Port Mafia Executive, and not Dazai Osamu, Detective.Â
âA lot,â you finally tell him, feeling the way he stiffens behind you. âI donât keep count. You?âÂ
You think he has some nerve asking when heâs probably slept around t-
âNone.â
âBullshit,â you snarl immediately. âHow many? Donât fucking lie to me, Dazai.â
âNone,â he says again, gaze lifting from your back to meet yours, his eyes are darkâtoo dark, too still. Maybe he hasnât changed as much as you assumed, because the way your chest swells with a confusing mixture of fear and arousal is far too familiar. âYouâre the only one allowed to touch me.â
His gaze drags back down, with his pants unbuttoned, he lifts his free hand to caress the swell of your ass, a contemplative expression on his face as he stares down at you, his other hand still pinning you down to your desk. If your heart wasnât thudding in your ears from sheer anticipation, youâd be irate over the fact that you were letting Dazai Osamu fuck you over your own desk in your own office, but you canât bring yourself to care now.
âThey never made you feel like this.â Itâs a statement, not a question, and you want to scoff at his arrogance, but you canât because heâs right. âThey donât know your body like I do.â
This time you do scoff. âYou donât know shit, Dazai. Itâs been four years.â
Dazaiâs eyes flicker back up to you, the way his lips curve up into a smile is dangerous.
âNo?â he questions.Â
A challenge. You never back down from one, not from him.Â
âNo.â
His smile sharpens.
âI know that after you cum for the first time,â he murmurs, rolling his hips forward. You bite back a moan when you feel the tip of his cock slip between your folds. âThe second time comes right after.â
True to his words, your jaw falls slack and your entire body seizes as Dazai thrusts into you, splitting you right open on his cock. The moan he lets out is pornographic, and you wish you could see the way his head falls back and his eyes roll into his skull, but your own vision is white and youâre choking over a sob as you feel the familiar stretch of his cock against your walls.
âThere you are.â Dazai has the nerve to let out a breathless laugh and another groan as he stills with his hips flush to your ass, feeling your walls spasm around him as you cum just from the feeling of him pushing inside of you. The hand he has placed between your shoulder blades slides up to curl around your throat. With a firm grip, he pulls you up so only your thighs are pressed against the edge of your desk, back flush to his chest as you gasp, reeling from the suddenness of your second orgasm. You can feel him smile as he nudges his nose against the side of your head, lips pressed to your ear. âThe third time takes a bit after the second, but Iâll fuck you through it. Maybe a fourth too.â
âDazai,â you gasp, eyes blown wide as your head falls back against his shoulder. You donât know what youâre trying to say, maybe hold on, or wait, because you know youâll embarrass yourself if he doesnât give you a second to recover.
He hums in response, and the slow rolls of his hips, the drag of his cock against your walls, it has your head in the clouds, body trembling. Your lips part to speak but no words leave them, and right when you think you can finally force the words out, Dazai draws his hips back and snaps them back against yours hard. Your lips part in a silent moan, only the hand around your throat and the one pressed to your lower belly holds you up as Dazai fucks you at a brutal pace.Â
His face drops to the crook of your neck, he moans into your skin, teeth scraping hard as he kisses recklessly up and down every available inch. Heâs going to leave marks, you realize, and thatâs dangerous now that youâre back in Yokohama because you donât need any of the other executives to get suspicious, but even if you wanted to tell him not to, you donât think youâd be able to. Whatever little coherency you had left in your thought process does not translate when you try to speak, the only things leaving your lips being shaky moans and gasps of Dazaiâs name.
âMade for me,â Dazai groans. His grip on your throat tightens just enough to make the air you breathe in shallow, your head feels light and youâre not sure if itâs because of his grip or if itâs the feeling of his cock bullying so deep into you that you can feel his tip pressing up against your cervix. âWaited so many years for this, feels even better than I remember, pussyâs made for me, isnât it?â
Dazai babbles into your ear as he fucks you, tongue just as filthy and unbridled as the day he left. Shameless. Heâs so shameless. Doesnât even care that anyone could walk into your office and catch the two of you; doesnât care that if anyone does, heâll end up executed. Heâs fucking you in a building full of people that want him dead and all he cares about is how your cunt feels wrapped around his cock.
Your breath hitches as Dazai shifts you to bend over just a little more, still keeping your back flush to his chest but fucking you at a new angleâone that nearly sends you spiraling over the edge for a third time.Â
âGonna give me your third now?â he pants. His hand on your lower stomach slips down, lithe fingers dipping between your folds to search for your clitâyour back arches against him when he finds it, a sob spilling from your lips, vision swimming with tears. Dazai laughs again, this one is strained, catching over a moan as your walls convulse around him. âOh, fuck. Fuck, youâre so tight.âÂ
Unconsciously, his grip on your throat tightens, cutting off even more air. You can hardly breathe, you can hardly thinkâeach thrust of his hips has your head spinning, ripping the little air you can inhale right out of your lungs. The tip of his cock rubs against that spongy spot inside of you every time he snaps his hips against yours, the quick circles he rubs on your clit are electrifying.Â
Your cheeks are wet, breath ragged, vision spotty. One last thrust, one last circle, and youâre wrecked, sobbing out his name as your legs give out, only held up by the way he has your thighs pinned to your desk and his hand on your neck. You cum all over his cock so hard that you think you black out for a second, your mind fuzzy and pins and needles pricking all over your body.
Dazai doesnât stop. He fucks you through your third orgasm, relishing in the way your body twitches and trembles, too sensitive for his touch.Â
âYour fourth will come quick,â he gasps. His pace is erratic now, chasing his own release. Your ears are ringing, heartbeat thudding in your ears, the wet, sloppy sound of his cock driving in and out of you resounding through your office. âI donât think Iâll last for five. Shit, shit, Iâm close.â
You have to force yourself to move. You want to see him when he finishes. Your hand wraps around his wrist, nails digging into his skin to try to get his attention. It takes all of your will power to push the two words from your lips: âFlip me.â
He does. Without any sort of hesitation, his hand drops from your throat to your waist. His cock slips out of you for a split second and your cunt aches at the loss, but Dazai is immediately pushing himself back into you as he hoists you up by the thighs, sitting you down on your desk and wrapping your legs around his waist.Â
Even through your blurry vision, Dazai is a fucking sight. His dark hair is matted to his forehead, pink lips swollen and wet, cheeks flushed. His eyes glazed over and half rolled back as he chases his high. God, heâs stunning. Youâve missed him. Youâve missed him.
Youâre not thinking as you lift your hand to cup his cheek, sliding around to the back of his head to pull his face down to yours, moving on pure instinct. You drag him down to press your lips against his and Dazai is gone. The moment your lips touch his, heâs moaning into your mouth, hips stuttering against you as he spills his cum deep inside of you, and heâs right, because the moment you feel his cum filling you up, warm and thick, so much of it that you can feel it dribbling around his cock, the stickiness smearing against your thighs and ruining your desk, youâre pushed over the edge for the fourth time.
This one is weaker than the rest, not a single noise escapes you but your jaw goes slack and Dazai whimpers into your mouth when he feels your walls tightening around him again. But he takes advantage of your pliancy, pushing you back gently so that your back is flush to your desk. He follows you down, keeping his chest pressed to yours as he maps out your mouth with his tongue. He rolls his hips against yours, slow and deep, fucking his cum deeper into you as the two of you slowly come down from your highs. He slants his lips against yours to deepen the kiss, hand coming up to cup your cheek, his other sliding up and down one of your thighs.Â
Itâs too intimate. You tell yourself that you only let it happen because youâre reeling from overstimulation but you know it's a lie.
You donât even know how long you stay in that position with him. It could only be a few seconds, a few minutes, it couldâve been an hour for all you know, laying on your desk with him pressed on top of you, kissing you so passionately that it makes your head spin as much as the orgasms did.Â
Finally, you press your hand against his shoulder, signaling for him to get off of you. He does, albeit with a reluctant sigh. You stare up at the ceiling as Dazai shakily rebuttons his pants, making his way over to the closet where you still keep your spare clothes from when you have to stay over at the office to work.Â
What did you do?
Youâre hyper aware of how swollen your lips are, of the marks littering your neck, of the cum dribbling out of your cunt, staining your desk.Â
If anyone finds out about this-
You donât get to finish the thought, because Dazai comes back over to you. Neither of you speak as he takes a tissue to clean up his cum from your thighs and as it dribbles out of you, nor do you speak when he shifts you into a sitting position, helping you pull on a new pair of panties and a new pair of slacks.
He stands in front of you, dozens of indecipherable emotions rocketing across his face as his dark eyes search your expression for something. You donât know what, and you donât even want to look at him but you canât draw your gaze away from him.
After what feels like forever, he finally speaks.
âI missed you,â he says, voice hoarse as he lifts a hand to cup your cheek.Â
You turn away from his touch, ignoring the hurt that flashes through his eyes.Â
âWhy donât you believe me? You think four years has changed how I feel about you? I thought you knew me better than that.â
âItâs been four years,â you say, and you hate that your voice wavers a bit. You blame it on still being hazy after your orgasm but you know itâs a weak excuse. You hate that he still has this effect on you after all these years. You hate that you always give into him, and you hate that you know youâll never get enough of him. You want to hate him, but you canât. âKnowing how to fuck me isnât the same as knowing me as a person. I barely know you anymore. You barely know me. And itâs not like you were open with how you felt four years ago. So, forgive me if itâs a bit hard to believe, Dazai.â
âYou wear the same perfume. You still shoot with your non-dominant hand for some god forsaken reason. Your lips still twitch whenever you get annoyed even though you do your best to stop it. You-â
âStop.â
âYou still talk to me like you hate me even though your eyes are all soft and youâre leaning in toward me.â Dazai doesnât stop, and to your horror, heâs rightâyou had begun to lean in to him instinctively as he spoke. You try to shift away from him, but he follows, fingers grazing your cheek, chest brushing yours. You donât pull away this time. âI still wear the same cologne you bought me for Christmas because it reminds me of youâI spent two months trying to figure out where you bought it when it first ran out. I donât carry a gun around as often, but when I do, I still try to do that stupid flipping trick you tried to teach me when we were seventeenâI still canât do it, almost shot myself in the knee last time I tried.â
The laugh he lets out at the last sentence is hollow. He hesitates, as if he wants to continue but isnât sure if he should. You can feel his blunt nails scraping gently against your skin, his palm warm against your cheek. You want to pull away but youâve missed him, no matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise, and you find yourself sinking into his touch. Youâve always questioned why Mori sent you away for so long, angry because you figured he thought you were weak when it comes to Dazai and he didnât want to risk anything.Â
Only a few days back in Yokohama, and youâre already proving him right.
âIâm not the same person,â you tell him, something desperate edges at your tone. Desperate to convince him, or yourself, youâre not sure.
âI still love you,â he rasps, voice quiet as if heâs scared to admit it even to himself, and your heart is suddenly lodged in your throat as you stare up at him with wide eyes, the words he refused to tell you back when you were teens ringing through your head over and over again. âIâve always loved you. Thought about you every day. I missed you so much.â
âI should hate you,â you say, swallowing thickly, unshed tears blurring your vision. âYou didnât even say goodbye. When Mori said you defected in the middle of a mission, I laughed in his face. Not because I didnât think youâd never betray the Port Mafia, but because I didnât think youâd ever leave me without saying anything.â
âIf I said goodbye to you, I never would have left,â Dazai tells you quietly, the admission echoing in your years. âAnd I had to leave. I had to.â
âI should hate you,â you repeat, voice a bit weaker now, and you feel pathetic for falling apart like this in front of him. But itâs Dazai, heâs always had this effect over you. You suppose some things havenât changed, because that certainly hasnât.Â
âI know,â he murmurs.Â
You inhale deeply, shaking your head as you push yourself off your desk and straighten out your clothes, trying to get your head back on straight. You shouldâve known better than to think youâd be able to come back to Yokohama and pretend that Dazai Osamu didnât exist, for better or for worse, the two of you would always find your way back to each other. Mori was right to send you away, although you suppose the man is rarely wrong anyway.
Dazai doesnât say anything, watching you with an unreadable expression as you search through the ruined piles of paper on your desk for the report that Akutagawa had handed you. Your eye twitches when you realize that itâs stained, realizing that youâre going to have to rewrite the whole thing because you canât submit a cum-stained report to Mori.
Dazai snorts behind you, as if realizing your predicament. The look you give him is lethal, he silences himself quickly.Â
âDonât get yourself killed on the way out,â you tell him, grabbing your black jacket off your chair and swinging it over your shoulders as you look back at him. âIf you make it out of here alive, Iâll see you at my apartment later. Then we can talk.â
His face twists. âWhat? Wait, donât leave me here,â he panics, nearly tripping over his feet and your desk chair to follow after you. âHelp me sneak out.â
âYou got in here yourself,â you say dismissively. âGet out yourself.â
The noise he lets out is pathetic. âYou do hate me,â he accuses.Â
âNo, I could never,â you admit quietly. His expression softens a bit, but you give him a sharp smile. âBut Iâm definitely not going to make things easy for you. Akutagawa is still out here prowling around. So is Chuuya, actually. Said heâd be at the office all night today. Good luck, youâre gonna need it.â
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john price x f!reader thing. unedited. ~600 words.
john price finds a dent in the driverâs door and a note tucked under a wiper.
sorry i canât afford to pay, please forgive me x
and heâs angry, of course. who wouldnât be? piece of shit. then he registers the looping handwriting and the little heart in the corner. interesting. he pulls the cctv. lo and behold, there she is. the culprit. some stumbling drunk buffoon.
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you probably shouldnât have nabbed an e-scooter when you were three sheets to the wind, but you did, and fuck, youâre paying for it. you genuinely feel bad about the dent you left in the parked car last night, but you think a broken wrist and three stitches in your lip is more than enough punishment, thanks. you groan, remembering how you tossed the scooter into a bush and hiked a few streets away before calling 999. having to clock in for an opening shift added insult to injury.
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he imagines itâs rough going, working an espresso machine with a busted wrist. he supposes the manager didnât want her as the cashier given the lip. pity, the swelling and stitches aside, sheâs quite cute. but serves her right.
he wonders how sheâll react when he picks up his coffee and procures the printed still of her face, clear as day, fleeing from the scene of the crime.
he should feel bad, considering her injuries and what a barista job pays, but. itâs the principle of the thing.
ârough night?â he asks, hovering at the end of the bar.
âhuh? oh, yeah. could say that,â she smiles tiredly. itâs a little strained, but still warm. âpity partied too hard.â
johnâs smirk flattens. âpity party?â
âyeah,â she shrugs. âseries of unfortunate events.â
like running into my car?
âwhat, bad date?â he jokes carefully, hiding behind a friendly grin.
âha, guess so. it was supposed to be an anniversary dinner.â she explains dryly, looking all the more defeated as she tamps the grounds.
âsupposed to be?â
she glances up, locking in the portafilter with a crank of her good arm. she finally looks a little suspicious of him. smart. âyeah.â
âi donât mean to pry. you just seem like you could use a vent.â solid recovery.
it works. she considers a moment, shrugs again, and nods as she pulls the shot. âguess so,â she licks her lip and looks back, evidently deeming him harmless. not smart.
âfound out he was cheating, called him on it, and he stormed out. after we ordered.â
thatâs. thatâs not what he expected. but it stirs something oddly protective. johnâs a bit old-fashioned, heâs the first to admit it, so to hear about a man carrying himself so poorly? a man running around on a pretty thing like her?
it doesnât sit well with him. car be damned.
âso howâd youâŠâ he prompts, nodding at the cast.
âoh, yeah, we ordered some fancy wine. i drank most of the bottle alone, sobbing,â she cracks a self-deprecating smile and it dislodges something in his chest. âbut the server didnât charge me for dessert. i, uh, fell on my way home.â
crashed. you crashed into my car.
âsounds terrible.â
âit was. the whole night was. anyway.â she pauses to slide a pen from her apron to write on the cup. âamericano to go?â she asks, pushing the drink over the counter, eyes floating to the next order.
john spots the same little heart, the looping letters. he looks back at her, plugging along despite the clear heartache and injuries. he sighs, crumpling the print out in his pocket.
âthink iâll have it to stay, actually,â he mumbles, knowing she doesnât hear him as she makes the next drink.
he camps out at a table where he can watch her. thereâs a dent in his car, but heâs decided thereâs a barista-sized hole in his life.
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How I met your Father. | Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Themes: Getting noticed by your crush. Pining from Reader.
Summary: You work at the cafe Bucky always goes to and you've had a crush on him for MONTHS.
A/N: Conntected with How's Retirement, Bucky? and Ouch, my face.
The bell above the door jingles as the early morning rush dwindles down, leaving only the occasional customer trickling in. Youâre wiping down the counter, lost in thought, when your coworker, Emma, elbows you hard enough to make you stumble.
âOw, whatââ You shoot her a glare, but her eyes are wide, and she nods her head toward the door with a smirk.
âGuess who just walked in,â she whispers conspiratorially, her grin widening. âMr. Grumpy Pants himself.â
Your heart does an involuntary flip, and your eyes dart to the entrance. Sure enough, there he is, all dark and brooding with that permanent scowl on his face. Bucky Barnes, the man who youâve secretlyâand very stupidlyâhad a crush on for the past three months.
âOh my God, stop calling him that,â you hiss, but your voice is a pitch too high, giving you away instantly. You try to ignore the fact that your cheeks feel like theyâre on fire.
Emma just chuckles and nudges you again, her voice teasing. âCome on, Y/N, everyone knows youâve got it bad for him. You literally beam like a sunflower whenever heâs around.â
Another coworker, Lily, pokes her head out from behind the espresso machine and joins in. âYeah, itâs like youâre part of some weird âgrumpy guy fan clubâ or something. He never even smiles, and youâre over here trying to win him over with puns and pastries.â
âYâall are the worst,â you mutter, willing yourself to calm down. âAnd itâs not a fan club. Itâs called being friendly.â
âUh-huh, sure,â Emma drawls, winking. âBeing friendly. Thatâs why you spend extra time drawing hearts in his latte foam.â
âI do not!â You glare at her, scandalized. âHe doesnât even order lattes!â
âOkay, but if he did,â she teases, âyouâd find a way.â
âShut up, heâs coming over,â you say under your breath, hurriedly pushing Emma and Lily away as you straighten up, forcing yourself to look composed and nonchalant.
Bucky walks up to the counter, his usual stoic expression firmly in place. He gives you a nod of acknowledgment, but not much more.
âMorning,â he grumbles.
âGood morning!â you chirp, and damn it, thereâs that stupid sunflower smile on your face again. You catch Emma and Lily exchanging knowing looks behind the counter and pointedly ignore them. âUsual today?â
ïżœïżœïżœYeah, iced americano,â he replies, his voice that familiar low rumble.
You ring him up, trying to suppress the fluttery feeling in your chest. As you grab a cup and scribble his name on it (which you definitely didnât write just a little fancier than everyone elseâs), you decide to take a chance. You shoot him a playful look.
âHey, did you hear about the coffee that got arrested?â
He blinks at you, his brows furrowing slightly. âNo. Why?â
âIt got mugged,â you say brightly, giving the punchline your best delivery, complete with a little ta-da gesture.
Silence. Bucky just stares at you, his expression unreadable. Itâs like talking to a statue. You can practically feel Emma and Lily holding their breaths, waiting for his reaction.
â...Right,â he mutters finally, nodding slowly. âMugged.â
You wilt a little but keep your smile plastered on. âTough crowd, huh?â
âYeah,â he replies, and for a secondâjust a split secondâyou think you see a flicker of something in his eyes, like amusement. Or maybe youâre imagining things.
You finish making his coffee, and as you hand it to him, Emma stage-whispers from behind the counter. âCome on, Mr. Barnes! Give her a break. Sheâs been working on those jokes all week.â
âEmma!â you hiss, mortified. Your eyes dart to Buckyâs, your heart hammering.
But instead of looking annoyed, he tilts his head, regarding you with a sort of curious intensity. âAll week, huh?â
âUh, yeah,â you admit sheepishly, clutching the edge of the counter. âI mean, not just for you or anythingââ
âYes, just for you,â Emma interjects, grinning wickedly. Lily nods enthusiastically, her eyes wide and teasing.
You shoot them both a murderous glare, and Buckyâs gaze flickers between the three of you. Then, to your complete and utter shock, he makes a sound. Itâs barely audibleâmore of a huff than a laughâbut you catch it. Your eyes widen.
âDid youââ You lean forward, grinning uncontrollably. âDid you just laugh?â
âNo.â He denies it immediately, shaking his head, but his lips twitch like heâs fighting off a smile.
âYou did!â You point at him accusingly. âI heard it!â
âKeep dreaming, Y/N,â he mutters, but thereâs something softer in his tone now. He glances down at his coffee cup, where your careful handwriting spells out âBucky :)â with a little smiley face beside it, itâs almost mocking his stubborn scowl.
He sighsâone of those heavy, put-upon sighs that heâs so good atâand looks back at you. âYouâre persistent, Iâll give you that.â
âYou have no idea,â you say with a grin. âAnd one of these days, Iâm gonna make you smile for real. Just you wait.â
âUh-huh.â He nods, raising an eyebrow as if to say Iâd like to see you try. âGood luck.â
With that, he turns to leave, but just as heâs about to reach the door, he pauses. Youâre still watching him, breathless and grinning like an idiot. He glances around the cafĂ©, his eyes flicking to the stereo speakers mounted on the walls.
You follow his gaze, and thatâs when you hear it: the soft, melodic intro to Sunflower by Post Malone. The lyrics drift through the air, the singer crooning about being left in the dust, a sunflower, and you feel a pang of embarrassment. Of course this song would start playing now.
Buckyâs gaze shifts back to you, and something changes in his expression. He looks at youâreally looks at youâas if heâs putting together a puzzle thatâs been right in front of him this whole time.
âSee you tomorrow, sunflower,â he says, his voice lower, gentler.
You freeze, sure youâve misheard him. âWaitâwhat?â
But he just smirksâsmirks, like he knows something you donâtâand nods at the speakers. âYou beam like one of those. Didnât even need the song to tell me.â
He turns away, and youâre left standing there, staring at his retreating back as the door swings shut behind him. The cafĂ© falls silent except for the soft chorus of the song. Emma and Lily stare at you, jaws practically on the floor.
âDid he justââ
âYeah,â you breathe, still staring at the door. âHe called me sunflower.â
Emma lets out a whoop, and Lily clutches her heart dramatically.
âOh my God, Y/N, heâs so into you,â Emma squeals. âYou broke Mr. Grumpy Pants! You did it!â
âââ
The door swings shut behind him, he makes it a few steps down the sidewalk before he slows to a stop, his coffee cup in his hand. He glances back over his shoulder, through the glass windows, where youâre still standing behind the counter, wide-eyed and speechless.
For a moment, he just stands there, watching you laugh as your coworkers swarm around, teasing you. Youâre always like thatâsmiling, bright, never wavering in your ridiculous attempts to make him laugh. Even when he gives you nothing but deadpan responses and stony glares.
âSunflower,â he murmurs under his breath, shaking his head. The word tastes strange on his tongueâsoft, unfamiliarâbut not unpleasant. He lets out a slow breath, and before he can stop himself, a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
âDamn,â he mutters to himself, turning away before anyone can catch him grinning like an idiot. âPersistent little thing.â
He takes another step, his smile growing. Maybe tomorrow, heâll linger a little longer. See what other terrible jokes youâve got up your sleeve.
After all, itâs not like heâs in a rush to go anywhere else.
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KUROO, for whatever reason and out of nowhere, develops a fondness in biting you out of cuteness aggression. No, itâs not just a simple bite, itâs a big munch on your shoulder, arm or knuckles.
His reason: youâre too cute and squishy he canât help it! Your problem: he does it anytime, anywhere. Itâs okay when itâs at home, but sometimes he forgets and will chomp-chomp on you while buying in the grocery, strolling in the mall, and even during dinner with common friends.
You were checking your shopping list when he suddenly chomps on your shoulder.
âTetsurou.â You admonish.
He shakes his head in disapproval. âTsk tsk.â Leaning forward, he cheekily says close to your ear, âItâs Tetsuroooaaar!â
He bursts into a fit of laughter and you canât help but be the same.
âWeâre outside,â you say, deciding to finally put a limit to it.
He looks around. âOopsâŠâ he laughs and shrugs. You sigh, knowing he doesnât care.
âFrom now on, youâre only allowed to do it once a day.â
âWhat?â he asked in disbelief. âNo way!â He grabs your arm and opens his mouth like heâs about to munch you again.
âStop! Stop,â you ordered. âOnce a day.â
Surprisingly, he takes your instruction to heart and only chomp-chomps on you once a day, everynight before you go to sleep. Sometimes, though, he forgets about it and you will have to remind him. Itâs just so funny and endearing that it has become a part of your routine and that you're the only one who can get to see and receive this childlike and oddball side of him.
Youâre already in bed when he opens the bedroom door with a mischievous smile on his face. âGuess, whoâs here?â he playfully asks. âItâs Tetsurooaarr!â He jumps into bed, joining you as you both giggle.
His eyes are full of excitement when he chomp-chomps you on your forearm.
âYouâre still not getting tired of that, huh?â you ask.
He places a small kiss on the area where he bites. âNo, Iâm never getting tired of you.â And the next he kisses are your sweet lips.
and I'll never get tired of kuroo too sobbs I can't even last a week w/o writing abt him
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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 23 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley was bruised, hungry and worn out, but as soon as he was with you again, nothing else mattered. You welcomed him home with so much love, like nobody else ever had before or ever would again.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, adult language, smut, very hands-on Bradley, 18+
Length: 3600 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader
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You were already at work, trying your best to teach your math class with your phone gripped in your hand, when Bradley texted to let you know he was boarding a flight that would land in San Diego just before six o'clock. Tears stung your eyes as you scribbled some problems on the board for your kids to work on while you walked briskly to the back of the room to write back.
I'll be there to pick you up! I can't wait!
Truthfully, you didn't know if you could have gone another day without hearing from him. Your heart felt full now after the brief conversation you had. He was safely back on dry land! He was coming back to San Diego! He missed you as much as you missed him!Â
It was Valentine's Day, and more importantly, Career Day was later this week on Friday. You couldn't contain your excitement, especially when he wrote back with his flight number along with a short message
I'll see you in a few hours, Gorgeous. Tell your kiddos I'll see them in a few days.
You watched as your students wrote down some final answers, then you checked them together while butterflies soared around in your belly. You couldn't hold it back any longer after that. You felt flustered as you placed your hand on your forehead and said, "Lieutenant Bradshaw wanted me to tell you that he'll be here on Friday for Career Day."
Jayden jumped out of his chair as Oliver pumped his fists in the air. "Can we work on another list of questions for him?" Nia asked as Violet clapped in excitement.
Since that very first package you sent, he had been making this school year even better than you ever expected. "Yes. We can work on more questions for him. Some of our other friends from the Navy will be joining us as well."
"Who?" asked Jackie, eyes wide behind her glasses.
"I guess you'll find out on Friday. Now who wants to write our list of questions?"
When you left your school that afternoon, traffic back to Coronado was heavy, but you didn't mind one bit. You couldn't stop smiling as you made a phone call, ready to beg if needed to so you could get what you wanted. Then you changed into the dress Natasha helped you pick out. It was tight and black with long sleeves and a short hem. And suddenly it was time to pick Bradley up.
You were giddy as you stood on the driveway, unsure if you should take your car or his Bronco. Ultimately you decided to take his so he'd have a chance to drive it if he wanted to. Unless he was exhausted. If he was too tired, you would have no problem driving it back so he could rest. Then you started to feel like maybe you shouldn't have made the dinner reservation. He probably wasn't going to want to go out to eat two hours after getting home from deployment.Â
How many times had he told you that he liked the way you didn't mind when he wanted to just relax on the couch and unwind? You groaned as you got in the Bronco and started the engine. When you got to the airport, you'd call and cancel it. Taking him home to a long, hot shower was a better option. Plus you already stocked the refrigerator with so much food, he could eat whatever he wanted for the next week.
There was a ton of traffic getting into the airport short-term parking lot, and you were just pulling into a spot when Bradley texted you to let you know his flight landed early. "Oh, shit," you muttered, heart hammering into overdrive as you pulled the key from the ignition and straightened your dress as you climbed out of the Bronco.Â
You rushed through the throngs of people as quickly as you could, looking for the correct baggage claim number. When you located it, you spun around looking for him, but you heard his voice before you saw him.
"Gorgeous!"
So many people were looking at your boyfriend with his booming voice and khaki uniform, but he was staring right at you with a bright smile on his face. You were off and running for his arms, and he scooped you up against him, feet lifting from the floor.
"Bradley," you moaned, and his lips crashed against yours. His heart was thudding against your chest as you tasted his mouth and grabbed at his hair. Everything about him was so familiar, and it seemed like it had been forever since you got to touch him.Â
His mustache was rough against your lips and then your cheek and ear. His voice was deep and sweet as his lips skimmed your earlobe when he whispered, "I love you."
Then his lips found yours again as you clung to him. This is what you'd missed so much. Just simply knowing he adored you by the way he kissed you. Any doubts you had while he was gone started to ease away. Big hands held you in place as you broke the kiss to say, "I missed you," voice coming out like a sob.
His brown eyes were soft as he smiled at you. "I couldn't go another minute without you, Gorgeous. I was miserable."
"Me, too," you whispered, kissing him once more as your feet touched the ground again. But you still felt lighter than air as his adoring gaze stayed fixed on your face when you said, "That box of notes you sent me was so romantic, Bradley, but nothing compares to the real thing."Â
You dragged your thumb along his scars, body still pressed against his. He grunted as his hand slid down your back to your butt. "Let's go home. So I can give you the real thing." Your cheeks were blazing with heat as you buried your face against his chest. "I wrote you so many notes, Baby. They're in my duffle, just waiting for you to read them, but you'll notice a theme. I missed you like crazy. And all I want to do for the foreseeable future is eat food that doesn't suck, sleep in my own bed, and fuck my girlfriend."
"Bradley," you laughed, letting him walk you backwards so he could pick up his duffle bag. You had one hand around his neck and one on his firm abs as you whispered, "Let's go home."
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It was indescribable how much better Bradley felt as soon as he saw you inside the airport. And now he couldn't stop touching you. Your voice eased the tension out of his body like nothing else could, and your skin was silky soft beneath his fingers. He had one hand on the wheel of his Bronco and one tucked up inside your dress, resting on your thigh while he drove.Â
It was Valentine's Day, and he showed up empty handed which just felt wrong. He would try to make it up to you all week and all month. He'd make it up to you in the form of an engagement ring. How could he not? The deployment without communication was the most miserable he'd been since his mom died. Probably because he hadn't felt so loved since then.
"I reached for my phone so many times to call you before I remembered I couldn't," you said softly, running your fingers up his forearm and back down. "It broke my heart a little bit each time."
"God, Gorgeous," he moaned, squeezing your thigh as he drove into the sunset toward Coronado. He had an actual partner who was invested in him, and he wasn't about to give this up. "It killed me to go so long without hearing your voice. Keep talking. Please."
Your laughter filled the space as he sped up a little bit. "I have all of the letters from the box stacked up in the kitchen. I read them over and over again. And I moved all of my things into your house."
"Our house."
"Our house," you repeated, and he fell in love with the words even more. "I was too afraid to unpack all of it in case you told me Norfolk was going to be your permanent station, but maybe you can help me with that this week while I feed you everything in the refrigerator. Oh, and I made a reservation for Salvatore's for later tonight, but we can cancel it since you're probably exhausted."
Bradley parked in the driveway, yanking the keys from the ignition while you unbuckled your seatbelt. He took your chin in his hand, and you came willingly across the seat so he was kissing you again, rougher this time than in the airport.Â
"Are you telling me there's a chance I get to fuck you and then eat ravioli?"
You whimpered as you crawled onto his lap, that little dress leaving nothing to the imagination as it bunched up to your hips. "If that's what you want," you whispered, looking like everything he would ever need.Â
His cock throbbed as your body rubbed against his. "That's what I want," he grunted as you sucked on his neck. "I want you to be my Valentine. I want to show you how much I missed you. Then I want us to go out to dinner."
He opened the door and carried you toward the house, not stopping until he had you in the bedroom, fading rays of sunlight filling the space. Bradley watched you pull your dress over your head, revealing that little black bra and panty set you wore for him at Christmas. You kicked off your shoes, and he got to watch you crawl across the bed before yanking off his own boots and following you.
"Bradley," you giggled once he had you on your back, pinned beneath him.
"Say it again. I need to hear you say it again."
You guided your legs apart, letting him rest against your core as his lips skimmed along your jaw. Your voice was soft and perfect as you said his name. "Bradley. Show me how much you missed me."
He could feel your hands on his belt, the buckle clinking softly as you slid it open. You got his zipper open as he continued to run his lips along your soft skin, pausing to lick and taste you, making you moan for him. Your hand was too small to wrap around his cock, but you tugged him free from his underwear and gave him a squeeze that left him seeing stars.
"Baby," he whined, bucking against your palm as you slid your lace thong to the side and treated him to your welcoming pussy.
"It feels like you missed me a lot," you gasped, eyes going wide as he pushed himself into your perfect body.
He could only groan in response until he was fully seated, forehead resting on your shoulder. "It felt like hell being away from you. Can't live without my Gorgeous pen pal."
Bradley eased his hips back, listening to you whimper before he pushed himself deep again. His neck and shoulders were sore, and his bruises were tender beneath your eager fingers, but he didn't stop you from touching him everywhere. He needed you to. He'd been craving all of this for almost two months. You welcomed him back home with your kisses, fingers in his hair as he fell even more in love with the way you loved him. You whispered his name as he fucked you until you were shaking, and you let him fill you with his cum.Â
"Gorgeous," was all he could mutter as he was sprawled halfway on top of you, still buried deep as your pussy pulsed gently around him.Â
Your fingers trailed through his hair and down his neck as you whispered, "Let's take a shower together." He would have followed you anywhere you wanted to go, but a hot shower with your hands all over him sounded so good, he pulled himself free from your body and started to finally undress.
As his uniform shirt fell to the floor, you sat up in bed. When his undershirt was discarded as well, you gasped.
"What's the matter?" he asked as you got to your feet and ran your hand along his shoulder.
"You're bruised!"
"I'm fine," he muttered quickly, but you were already inspecting every inch of him.
"What happened?" you asked, voice sharp. "And why didn't you tell me about this right away? Before I started grabbing you."
He took your hands in his and kissed your fingertips. "I really am fine, Gorgeous. A doctor checked me out this morning. I just had a rough landing a few days ago."
"Why didn't you say something?"
Your words sounded sharp, but they felt so soft when he let his mind absorb them. "Because the only thing that's going to make me feel better is your body all over mine and your voice saying my name."
You bit your lip and very gingerly draped your arms around his neck. "Oh, Bradley. I'm going to spoil you for the rest of the week."
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Bradley yawned when he kept you tucked against his bruised chest in the shower, but he was resolute in saying he wanted to go out for dinner.
"We don't have to," you reassured him, placing kiss after soft kiss to his collar bones as you washed his hair for him. "You've been through so much."
"I want to eat real food with my beautiful girlfriend on Valentine's Day," he insisted. "And I promise you, this is the best I've felt since Christmas. Because I'm with you. Besides, you should have seen the shit they served for meals on that aircraft carrier. It was criminal, Baby." His musings were punctuated by his loudly growling stomach as he ran his hand up and down your back.
Truthfully, he did look a little thinner to you, which was awful considering how much he was used to eating. You just wanted to take care of him right now, and he clearly needed a solid meal and some sleep. So you helped him dry off and led him back to the bedroom with his hand wrapped around yours.
"Since you promised to spoil me... will you put that black dress back on again?" he whispered next to your ear, making you shiver.
"I could do that for you." Bradley picked it up off the floor with a smile, and you took it from him as you said, "But you made a mess of my underwear, so I'll have to skip it."
He made a deep sound at the back of his throat that had you excited to go to Salvatore's all over again. You helped him dress in a button down shirt and some black pants, careful about how you touched his bruises, and then the two of you were off. On the drive to the restaurant, his hand seemed to be glued to your thigh once again, but you didn't mind. It felt like you'd gone a year without him, and this was just your reward, getting to listen to him tell you all about how Admiral Simpson showed up in Norfolk and about how lonely he was on the carrier.
"I'm not doing that again," he murmured, parallel parking with one hand. He smiled at you as he checked his blind spot. "I'll just retire from the Navy before I spend that amount of time without my pen pals ever again."
You kissed him as he shifted into park. "You might have a career as a smut writer. I read that one note you left for me, and it was hot."
"Oh yeah?" he crooned, dark eyes sparking with mischief as his hand tightened on your leg. "You liked that one?"
Instead of a verbal response, you just guided his hand up a few inches further until his fingers grazed your bare pussy, and then you climbed out onto the sidewalk like it was nothing. Bradley was right behind you in an instant as you strolled inside Salvatore's as if you hadn't a care in the world, meanwhile your heart was pounding at the way his hand wrapped around you as the host greeted you both.
"Please enjoy the lounge for a few minutes, and I'll find you when your table is ready," he said smoothly while Bradley kissed the side of your neck with his body pressed against yours like the two of you were all alone.
"Let's go," you whispered, voice shaking a bit as you wiggled out of his grasp and headed for the bar. But the room was crowded, and he ended up right where he had been a second ago, leaving you a little dizzy as his hand settled low on your belly.
"You're gonna tease me for the rest of the night then?" he asked, broad chest rumbling against your shoulders and the top of your back.
"Maybe," you replied, trying to play coy even though you wanted nothing more than to feel him touching you just how he was right now.
He kissed the spot behind your ear, and your whole body clenched with need as he asked, "Let's get that expensive as hell wine again." Before you could stop him, he was signaling for the bartender and asking for the bottle by name. "It's my girlfriend's favorite," he said with a chuckle as he magically procured his credit card and handed it over.
You and he drank half the bottle right there in the lounge before the table was ready, and then you finished it in the dining room. It was Valentine's Day, sure, but this restaurant already held memories for you, and this was just adding to it. It was the same wine as last time, but you'd fallen even more in love with this man since then. Your feet were tangled with his under the table while you shared several pasta dishes, and you were so happy he was no longer self conscious about how much he ate around you. He touched you freely, reaching for your hand or letting his palm rest on your leg, and he kissed you sporadically as the meal progressed, knowing you wanted him to.
"I love you so much," you blurted out in the middle of telling him a story about how your class got locked out of the school after a fire drill. "And I'm happy you're home. And I don't want to ever do that again."
Bradley finished chewing his pasta before saying, "Well now you're just teasing me in a different way."
"I am?"
He nodded and set down his fork, signaling for the waiter. Bradley asked for the check and some containers to take the rest of the food home. Then he looked at you and asked, "How do you turn me on and make my heart melt at the same time, Gorgeous?"
The butterflies were back again. "You do it to me, too." You watched him pay the check like it was nothing, and he handed you the takeout containers. "Did you eat enough?" you asked as he led you toward the door and back to the Bronco with one hand resting on your hip and your body tucked against his.
"I can eat more later if I need to. Thank you for making the dinner reservation. It was perfect. But right now, I just want to be alone with you."
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"Oh, god," Bradley groaned, getting to feel your body gripping him for the second time tonight. It was so late now, but he was full of wine and red sauce and still riding high on the excitement of being back home with you. He felt so loved up and emotional as he held you in front of him in bed and thrust slowly in and out of your pussy as you moaned. He missed being your big spoon.
"I can't wait until you read all the notes I wrote for you, Baby," he whispered, lips brushing the side of your neck as his fingers dug into your flesh.Â
"I'll take some of them to work tomorrow," you gasped. Bradley didn't even feel bad for keeping you up past your bedtime as he nipped along your skin and fucked you slowly, just like he promised he would in that dirty note he put in the box. He was savoring you now; he planned on having you a dozen times just like this, all week long.
He slid his hand down to your clit and licked your ear. "I'll pack your lunch and drive you to work and get you coffee every day this week. I'm using vacation time to take care of some things." He wasn't about to tell you what those things were. But you were coming undone at his touch, so there was a chance he could tell you anything at the moment, and you wouldn't even remember. "You gonna cum for me?" he crooned, a smile curling along his lips as you arched your back and whined. "Good girl."
It didn't take long before he was following your lead, and after that it wasn't long before he was falling asleep with his body wrapped around yours, right where he belonged. "I love you."
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I need them to be cuddly and snuggly and together forever. We've got a few more chapters left of these lovebirds. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls
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đđđ đđđđđđđđ he makes a song for you as a birthday gift and posts it on soundcloud as a surprise, tweeting about it as "my gift for you, love" and everyone is loses it because one it's sounds too intimate for it to be about fans and two it's your birthday. there's so much rumours and people shipping you both and dying over how sweet and boyfie heeseung is. literally in a day there's edits going around and fans finally notice the subtle signs. later on with the company's permission he reveals it at a show when asked about the song.
đđđđ đđđđđđđđđ he won't, trust he would never want to let the relationship go public knowing the hate you both could possibly get. so if fans ever come to know of it, then it is through the early dispatch tradition of revealing celeb couples. he will let the company handle it first and check up on how you are doing. then when things have calmed down a bit he will personally write a letter in his classic style expressing his love both for you and his fans and how much you both mean to him, his two worlds.
đđđ đđđđđđ he's so unserious but serious as well? like he will make sure by his life he doesn't get caught with you in public. but he will have these love sick eyes and smitten face while looking at you during shows and tiktok challenges and when he's watching you perform and when your song comes up anywhere. fans had always been suspicious of the guy being absolutely in love and their first guess was someone from your group and it was proved when you both mutually decided to make an official statement.
đđđđ đđđđđđđđ my guy will literally drop the bomb through an social media post, twitter, weverse, instagram any or all he'll post a picture of you both from behind the scenes from an interaction you had in the past captioned "my girl!" and the just dip. fans won't hear from him for a week until he accidentally pops into one of the members' live. probably jungwon who asks him how he's doing and he'll go like yeah life's been great, i just came back from a date with y/n, it was fun. jungwon left stunned.
đđđ đđđđđđđ he constantly wants to make it public but the pr team just wouldn't let him? so he decides to do the undo, he runs home on a weekend, invites you with him and does a live with you together! let the pr team be damned, ignoring the calls and messages as you both giggle while starting a new live every time the staff ends it. making the fans go crazy over the situation when they put two and two together and figure it all out. he'll also simultaneously answer the fans' questions on weverse.
đđđđ đđđđđđđ he will literally beg the management to let you both attend a show together most probably something like running man and then he will make a sneaky little perfect plan to show the fans just how good and compatible you two look, playing the knight in shining armour and helping you even though you are in the opposing team. he just wants to convey silently to everyone his love for you through his actions before he drops the ultimate news through an official announcement.
đđđđđđđđđ đđđđ it was accidental, completely an accident. he just meant to change the twitter account layout to prank the fans but instead of the ugly picture of one of his hyungs, he ended up putting a picture of you both from your last date. and even though it was only for a few minutes before he changed, fans had already taken screenshots and tons of rumours had already started spreading. so he says fuck it and after going through the reactions for a few hours he's posting the same pic again, texting you about it later as if you haven't already been flooded by your fans.
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