#i am NOT stoical and i love to post. bad combination

[wolfbane-blooms]

Preemptively called out sick bc working w food like this would be bad. Also touching anything that isn't really hot feels so cold it hurts

I'mso warm but also freezing cold and also have a 7hr shift tomorrow. Should I just die

[vercurry]

Bathed in Transcendence

(Something self-indulgent from me that I felt good enough to post. It's totally wholesome, so enjoy the Genyatta Goodness, everybody.)

Watchpoint Gibraltar is bathed in a loving, golden hue as the sun begins its descent to the horizon. The glistening ocean waves crash against the rocky cliffs that outline the shore. All this combined with the gentle, salty smell, the afternoon bears a calming atmosphere.

None can appreciate this more than Zenyatta, meditating silently atop one of the many stony cliffs on the shore. One of the few things his pupils know about him is that the ocean reminds him of where he was born. What he says is true, but his pupils find it mysterious, given he is an Omnic; they would theorize how a mechanical being like him finds familiarity like this in the ocean. Indeed, the sounds of the waves give him a tinge of nostalgia that helps him find stillness.

From behind, Zenyatta makes out an impossibly quiet disturbance in between the sounds of the waves. He comes to, but he remains relaxed as he casually speaks, “Our paths cross again.”

Genji is caught off-guard by his master’s awareness, but is not totally surprised. He leaves the shadow of a sizable stone and looks at Zenyatta, and then the ocean.

“I hadn’t imagined I would find you here, master,” Genji says. He approaches Zenyatta before kneeling behind him and relaxing.

“Then again,” he continues, “you’ve been to plenty of places I never thought you would go to. In any case, I am glad to be in your presence again.”

Zenyatta glances in Genji’s direction. “I am glad to have your company, Genji. How did you find me?”

“I’m sure you already know this, but I answered Overwatch’s recall. Those of us who did are holing up here, since this place was already used as an Overwatch base in the past.”

Genji looks away, trying to humble himself as he adds, “Master, in this time of day… the sunlight makes you out to be a beacon.”

Zenyatta chuckles; it’s true, his metal head is nothing if not great at reflecting the bright sun. At this comment, he remarks, “That, I cannot deny. I suppose, then, my head has done its job, if it stopped you from wandering around and brought you here.”

Genji sighs, amused.

“I jest, of course,” Zenyatta says.

The two bask in the moment. Together, in each other’s company, they enjoy the magnificent view of the glistening ocean. Genji had suffered through many hardships in the past decades, and struggled to come to terms with his past sins and his new cyborg form. His old crew wasn’t exactly good for helping him fight this internal battle, and once he left he felt more alone than he thought he could ever feel. Once surrounded by family, once surrounded by colleagues, he felt himself disconnected from humanity as a whole. It wasn’t until he came across Zenyatta and spoke with him where he felt human again. Through training and meditation, Zenyatta gave Genji hope, he gave Genji a person to live for, and he has spent the past few years less lonely. He cannot truly repay Zenyatta for this, but he wants to show gratitude where he can.

The golden sun begins to set on the horizon when Genji breaks the silence. “Master, is there something that you want more than anything?

Zenyatta is a little surprised at the question. “It is unwise to covet material things,” he says stoically. Genji looks down; he should have expected as much from a monk like him. The question had just come to him as he dwelled on what he can do to make Zenyatta happy.

“As for the immaterial,” Zenyatta begins to profess, “I believe I have something of a desire to see my friends make choices they are happy with.”

Genji is slightly perplexed. “How do you mean, master?”

Zenyatta gently shifts his sitting position so he can look at Genji’s face. “For most people, life is a maze of decisions. With free will, people are free to make any choice they feel, but are subject to consequences. People make bad calls, miscalculations… it’s easy to make a bad decision. To those who struggle, they can come to regret many of their decisions. It begins to weigh on the mind when faced with choice. But through perseverance, with the wisdom of the Iris, through the encouragement and comfort of friends, these regrets can be quashed, and can make choices with a clear conscience.”

Genji attentively responds, “You mean to say you want your friends to be free of doubt?”

“That is one way of looking at it,” Zenyatta says. “But happiness is the key part. I want my friends to be happy with their decisions.”

“I see…”

Genji stares at nothing as he becomes lost in thought. He thinks it prideful to consider it, but if Zenyatta considers him a friend before a pupil, then it would line up with their time together…

It also brings to surface some latent feelings Genji once had for Zenyatta, when he was still under his tutelage. Genji thought it hasty, that he was just too eager for a relationship after being alone and isolated for so long. He felt something deep for his master, but at the time he prioritized his own mental wellbeing. And so his feelings of love would be set aside.

He considers it again: it isn’t prideful to think himself as a friend to Zenyatta… right? Not just a pupil? He feels childish, thinking in black-and-white. He also feels childish, thinking that if they are considered good friends, would he have a chance…?

“What distresses you, Genji?”

Genji is snapped out of his trance. “Oh! Uhh…”

He tries to make eye contact with Zenyatta, but is not very successful. “Would you say… I mean… Master, would I… be among those friends?”

Zenyatta stands up, casting a shadow on Genji. “Of course. You’re a great friend, Genji. You’ve grown a lot since we first met.”

He walks to Genji and offers a hand. “I’m surprised you felt you had to ask. Have I given reason for you to feel otherwise?”

Genji hesitates before taking his hand. At his master’s touch, he feels an old, familiar feeling shock his heart, but he keeps his composure. “Er… no, master.”

Zenyatta has yet more questions, but decides it best that Genji mull it over himself until he is ready. In the meantime…

“Genji, would you bring me to the base you mentioned?”

Genji is once again snapped out of thought. “Oh - the base? …Of course. What are you planning on doing there, master?”

“You must have friends there, yes? I would love to meet them.”

“I see…”

Genji subconsciously leads the way as he drifts back to his deeper thoughts. He can’t really deny it; he loves Zenyatta, and he always has since not long after they first met. The feeling was only suppressed and has not waned. It may not be surprising. After all, Zenyatta stood by his side when he faced great hardships. But that was years ago, surely if it was a phase, it would not have a vice grip on his heart like it does now…

When he thinks of Zenyatta like this, he isn’t idolizing him like he feels he would if the sole catalyst was that he was there for him in a rough spot. He… thinks of Zenyatta like a close friend, like if circumstances permitted it, he would not want to be separated from him.

Zenyatta gently grabs Genji’s free hand from behind. As expected, Genji is pulled back to reality, and for a moment he squeezes Zenyatta’s hand before calming down and letting go. He looks behind, trying to find an excuse for his reaction.

But Zenyatta is already laughing. “I apologize! It looked like you were out of it.”

Genji sighs. “Sometimes you make me feel like I’m a bad ninja.”

“Hahaha… Don’t let it get to you, Genji.”

They continue, if only for a couple moments, before Genji slows down.

“Zenyatta…” Genji tries to cast away his doubts as he turns around.

Zenyatta stands, attentive, as Genji takes a bit to find the words.

“Zenyatta… Have you ever felt like… you wanted somebody as a partner?”

He expected Zenyatta to say a joke, or something wise, but he sees him fold his arms and put a finger to his chin before uttering, “Of course. Hmm… Several times.”

Genji stares. If he wasn’t wearing a mask, he would look like a dope with his mouth agape.

“I rarely considered acting on those feelings,” Zenyatta continues. “I put the happiness of my friends first, and the rest of my free time was spent meditating.”

He waits for Genji to respond, but he is still staring, so he says, “Why do you ask?”

Genji sighs, more shakily than before. “Master, I… Zenyatta, I’ve thought about it for a long time. But my feelings for you… are as strong as they’ve always been. I admire you greatly, and… I want you to know that I love you.”

Zenyatta rests his arms at his side, unreadable to Genji. Then, he takes both of Genji’s hands with his.

“Genji… Would you believe me if I said you were one of the people I wanted as a partner?”

Genji can feel himself go flush hearing this. It’s taking all the composure in his body and spirit to not withdraw his arms and contract.

“I… am?” he squeezes out a response.

Zenyatta laughs again, but warmer this time. “To be truthful, I could tell you felt that way about me once upon a time. But, funnily enough, I wanted it to be your decision.”

“...Ah.”

Genji is assaulted with images of his past with Zenyatta. All this time…

He regains his focus. It’s not the time to start questioning things now. He needs to look at Zenyatta again.

They both stand in a stony, slightly grassy road bathed in orange sunlight. He sees his master’s metallic body, clad in a monk’s garb. He made a joke of it earlier, but really, the sunlight looks magnificent on him. It’s like the life he is full of is taking form. If he could have him by his side, not as a master, not just as a friend, but as a partner…

“Zenyatta… Would you be my boyfriend?”

Zenyatta looks deep into Genji’s visor as he gives a gentle nod. “I would, Genji, I would be happy to.”

The answer almost makes Genji shake with joy. But once again he keeps his composure, and uses the energy to do something more substantial: embrace Zenyatta, his new partner.

He holds Zenyatta close for awhile. Zenyatta embraces Genji too, caressing his back and leaning into him.

“I love you, Genji. I’m eternally thankful that I’ve met you.”

The years of struggle long past suddenly flash in Genji’s mind. Not alone. He wasn’t for a long time… now, perhaps, he may never be alone.

“Zenyatta… I love you, too.”

They leave the embrace and Zenyatta rests his hands on Genji’s shoulders. Genji brings his hands up to cup Zenyatta’s face, and brings it to his as he leans in. They can’t kiss… but that’s fine. He lovingly rubs his face on Zenyatta’s, and Zenyatta embraces Genji again.

“You run off every afternoon to snog people? I can’t believe it!”

The sudden British exclamation from off the road scares Genji half to death, and the two split apart. With how high-strung he’s been lately, he’s surprised he hadn’t died then and there. Zenyatta, of course, is laughing.

“One of your friends, I take it?” Zenyatta utters.

“I’m reconsidering it,” Genji says, exasperated.

“I’m heartbroken, love!” Lena holds her hand up to her chest, and pretends to look affronted. “I’ve always wondered what you got up to during this time of day. WAIT…”

She quickly steps forward to take a look at Zenyatta.

“Zenyatta?! How did you bag this guy?!”

“Oh my god.” Genji holds his face in his hands as Lena laughs.

“Hm… I believe we’ve met, yes?” Zenyatta says, tilting his head at Lena.

“Ah… Technically?”

“I’ll explain, Lena. Let’s just head back to base,” Genji says.

(Thanks for reading. I'm gonna try and edit up the follow-up to post somewhere down the line.)

[marvels-writings]

Livewire (4)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Request: Hey:) I absolutely love this blog. Your imagines are entertaining to read. Can I request a Carol x R? Endgame/post endgame (hate/love) scenario: Everyone is trying to deal w/ their grief, Carol always seems to target R when lashing out/or acting cocky/arrogant. R remains infuriatingly calm & ignores her or responds in genuinely friendly manner but says things that fluster/get under Carol's skin. After they win, Carol eventually realizes that while R drives her crazy, she is crazy about her ;)

Extra: Hey! regarding the Carol x R request in which Carol lashes out at the R a lot during Endgame events, just want to add: R-when being yelled/screamed at responds in a polite/friendly manner, their response either leaves others speechless/makes them want to scream in rage/frustration, not because their response was insulting, but because it was said in that calm friendly manner= basically this person does not feel provoked/threatened in the slightest by the other person's anger or rage lol.

A/N: I really wanted to write this, so I wrote it

“CAROL!” You screamed, jumping forward to catch Carol, laying her softly on the ground in front of you. 

The knife had gone completely through her, you could see blood seeping out from the wound and onto her suit, you started panicking, you couldn’t let Carol die, not here, not now. Not after everything the two of you have been through, together. 

“Stay still.” You instructed, voice wavering as you put pressure on the wound, aware of the entire team struggling to hold down Thanos behind you. 

“Y/n, go help them.” Carol groaned, her voice strained with the effort to speak as a result of the pain in her side. 

“No, I’m staying by your side.” You answered shakily, before demanding for medical assistance on the comms, Rhodey said he would be over soon after seeing what had happened, he was the person you’d gotten along best with on Earth. 

“Y/n, go help them.” Rhodey said, landing beside you and putting pressure on the wound using his suit, you glanced over your shoulder and winced, they were barely keeping Thanos from the stones. 

“No.” You stated, swatting Rhodey’s hands away when you heard Carol groan in pain and putting pressure by yourself. 

“Y/n, go help them, I’ll be here.” Carol said, trying her best to sound reassuring as she propped herself up slightly. 

You could see the desperation in her features, even through the dirt all over her face her eyes were as sharp as ever. You saw the reflection of the fight in her eyes and winced. 

“But,” You began, Rhodey took your hands away from the wound and started tending to it better than you could. 

“Go, now.” Carol commanded, reaching for your hand and squeezing it, looking you in the eye and giving you a soft smile. 

You clenched your jaw angrily and flew off, your entire body glowing red and gold while you flew to Thanos. You instantly pulled him into a headlock and dragged him on the ground using your body weight, burning the back of his neck with the heat from your body. 

Carol knew you couldn’t keep this up for longer and she tried to get up, Rhodey pushed her back down and instantly took the knife out to cauterize it. Carol screamed as pain surged through her, the smell of burning flesh filling the air around her as she bent over in pain. 

The sight broke your heart, you heated up your hand and used all your strength to keep Thanos from doing anything, succeeding so far. Tony ran to you to help you, pulling at the gauntlet to get it off, it didn’t seem to be working. 

You looked around for Carol and saw her still doubled over in pain, trying to steady her breathing, you knew you were the cause of this, maybe if you’d just noticed the knife a second sooner and blasted it she wouldn’t be  in this much pain because of you. 

Thanos grabbed you by the back of your suit and threw you as hard as he could at Rhodey, the metal of his suit hitting your body harder than you could ever imagine, a large crack came from your ribs combined with pain.

“Y/n, you broke a rib, stay down.” Rhodey commanded, getting up instantly, you ignored him and lashed back at thanos, flying head first and knocking him down, you practically sat on top of his chest, using your fire powers to pummel yourself into the ground while punching his face as hard as you could, the heat from your hands burning his face. 

He used the power stone on your broken rib to throw you to the side, your head hit the side of some rock hard, almost knocking you unconscious. The adrenaline just barely keeps you running as you sit back up, forcing air into your lungs and your eyes to stay open while wiping the dirt from your eyes, trying to convince your body to get back up.

 “I am, Inevitable.” Thanos stated, lifting up his hand to snap but Tony got to him, trying to take the gauntlet off. Carol blasted his face to distract him, thinking Tony was trying to get the gauntlet off. 

You got up weakly, using the last of your power to blast his hand from hitting Carol and leaning back against the spaceship, the adrenaline starting to wear off. 

“And I am,” Tony said, lifting up his hand to show all of the infinity stones on his hand, blood dripping down onto his face. 

“Iron man.”

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

Maybe it’s true, legends never really die. Tony was going to be remembered as long as humanity still existed. Maybe he didn’t really die. 

You sighed and got up off the bench in front of Tony’s house, watching Pepper lead out Morgan while holding her hand and smile at everyone. You smiled back weakly at her, the rib still throbbing despite the cast. 

Carol stood next to you, hand sliding into yours as she stood almost stoically while watching the memorial, you glanced over at her to see her face unreadable. You sighed and watched the rest of the memorial in silence, missing Tony more than anything. 

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

“So what now?” You asked Carol while sitting on the compound couch. 

You’d just finished catching up with everyone, Natasha was gone, Tony and Steve were gone, there were almost no Avengers left, you didn’t know what to do without your family. 

“Now? I actually don’t know.” Carol answered, getting off the couch to get some water, you followed her, wincing at your wound. 

“You shouldn’t be walking.” Carol chastised, about to lead you back to the couch when you practically swatted her hand away, she frowned lightly at you. 

“Dance with me?” You asked, reaching for your phone and switching on your and Carol’s favorite song. 

Carol knew how bad your rib was hurting, but she couldn’t say no to your soft smile and your hand reaching out to her. She sighed and took your hand, wrapping both hands gingerly around your waist, terrified to hurt you. 

You smiled at her and wrapped your arms around her neck, looking up at her hazel eyes with a soft smile. The two of you swayed while looking at each other, the music being the only sound in the room. 

“I love you.” You blurted, eyes widening slightly as anxiety rose in your chest, but Carol just chuckled softly and smiled at you. 

“I love you too.” Carol answered, meaning every word as she leaned in and pecked your lips, you pulled her in and kissed her softly, all the emotions from the ship coming back.

All of the nights awake thinking about her, all the pining, all the fights and desperation, the kiss had every emotion you felt for her, she returned it tenfold, her touch felt like a livewire on your skin as she reached up to run her hands through your hair. 

She pulled away, completely out of breath and leaned her forehead against yours, loving the feeling of your hands stroking her neck. 

“Won’t you be my livewire?

Make me feel like I’m set on fire.”  Carol sang to you softly, you could feel her breath on your lips and smiled at the lyrics before pulling away to look at her properly. 

“I’ll be your livewire.” You whispered, dancing with Carol, smiling the entire time. 

A/N: I CRIED, im sorry but excuse me being a sobbing MESS over here, god, tell me if i got a reaction from people except for me. 

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[daveywankenobie]

Sometimes a bad day is a bad day. There’s absolutely no avoiding one when it really hits and occasionally it might seem like the fates are intent on conspiring to make you feel miserable.

At other times however there’s more going on – and people often fail to see the truth.

They can make and then perpetuate their own misery – becoming trapped by it as the years roll by.

Yesterday was a nice day.

By that I mean it was hot, oppressive and full of thunderstorms or rain but heat doesn’t bother me any more and I like rain.

I love the sound it makes when it’s really heavy.

I started the day getting burned though – and quickly realised that going out in a teeshirt without any sun cream was a bad idea.

It seemed cloudy enough – but clearly cloud is only half of the picture and today my forearms are still itching.

It didn’t matter at the time though because I was wearing red.

For those who are newer readers I’ve always had an uneasy relationship with this colour and avoided it in case it singled me out for bullying. This used to be a common occurrence (link) but one day it seemed to stop (link) and since then I’ve adopted red as my favourite colour (link).

It’s not so much because of what I look like wearing it – but more about how it makes me feel.

I feel strong when I dress in red because of its symbolism.

Strength was definitely needed at the start of the day too – because I was walking around the Warwick food festival.

Although I could probably eat a lot of the things there and work them off I’d already had my ‘Saturday off plan’ (which is becoming something of a regular thing).

This post weigh in day of weekly culinary relaxation only works if I’m willing to then draw a line shortly afterwards.

If I carry on eating then I doubt it will stop in time for next weekend’s weigh in.

As lovely as all the food looked I don’t think a massive frying pan full of sausages is for Davey any more…

So I kept walking.

My objective (as always) was to build the miles and keep going until the scales (at least in my mind) were balanced – and around 8 miles later I sat down for a rest.

I was in a good mood. I’d done lots of exercise and I’d smashed my daily goals.

Fortuitously this happened just before the heavens opened – and as I sat in the window of a friendly hostelry drinking a coffee whilst watching the rather Biblical deluge outside I started listening to the couple next to me – who were also looking at the same scene.

The lady and her partner were separated from me only by carpet – but in attitude they couldn’t have been more different.

The woman looked angry.

Her whole body seemed to be coiled and ready to strike the first person to enter her personal space.

The skin on her knuckles was whiter than the rest of her hands and both were being clenched and unclenched.

‘She doesn’t deserve that job. I make her life possible by working for her. She’s a waste of space.’

The man nodded and sipped his wine. He looked tired and drawn and although generally slender had a large beer belly.

‘I hate her.’ Said the lady, also drinking wine, slim and in possession of a rotund middle.

A waitress came over to tidy the table that they were on and the lady whispered something to her – most of which I missed.

‘…and don’t think I’m being funny with you – it’s not your fault. It’s your manager’s.’ She looked behind the waitress, motioning at an unseen space behind her where no-one stood.

‘No-where to be seen. Makes me sick…’ she finished as her words once more returned to audible levels.

The waitress nervously smiled, said sorry for whatever the problem was and shuffled away.

‘It’s the same everywhere.’ The lady hissed to her partner, after the waitress had retreated. He remained silent and continued to look out of the window at the downpour – which by this time had turned the street into a shallow river.

‘They exist because of us.’ Said the lady under her breath. ‘They wouldn’t have a job without us.’ She concluded – by this time almost growling.

The man stoically looked out of the window – and I turned up my playlist.

I was buying some summery tracks on iTunes and making a happy collection of tracks to walk home with while I waited for the rain to subside.

I had an umbrella but I like to walk without one and feel my arms swing back and forth.

I had my feet on the low windowsill in front of me and was flexing my toes in my trainers to the beat of my music.

People were rushing by outside in soaking wet tee-shirts and many were laughing at how ridiculously drenched they were. Above the volume of my headphones I could still hear peals of thunder as flashes of lightning briefly illuminated the suddenly dark street in front of me.

The heat was ebbing out of the afternoon with each raindrop though and the air was slowly beginning to cool.

I looked across the carpet to my right again – and could see the pursed lips of the woman silently moving as she talked to her companion.

I could no longer hear the words but her body language spoke volumes.

Whatever private hell she’d constructed in her mind was still in full flow. Her obvious feeling that someone else in life had what she deserved was busy consuming her.

The man sat in silence and I wondered how many times he’d heard this speech or a variation of it.

He looked like he knew that the quickest way to bring it to a conclusion was not to react, and instead just to let it flow over him whilst waiting for a change in the wind.

I’ve seen that face before – in my childhood home as my father, my brother and myself waited for the storms surrounding my mother to subside and for blue skies to re-appear.

They rarely did though. The skies mostly remained cloudy and we were always separated by this.

By carpet.

Just carpet and perspective.

That was all that stood between us.

A stretch of worn rug, trodden on by thousand of feet and aged with time – but combined with her outlook on life it might as well have been an ocean for the gulf it presented.

I was pulled back to the present as I re-focused on the scene in front of me, watching this bitterly unhappy woman looking through the same window with a totally different way of viewing the world.

She was bitter and her eyes showed that this emotion was no stranger to her life. The lines on her face bore little evidence of smiles and she seemed to be drinking her wine with anger – to fuel and enable her mood rather than to relax it.

All of a sudden there it was.

The end to the rain.

This event passed her by as she continued in her angry rant – and I doubt she saw the first shafts of sunlight hit the pavement in front of her.

She was still there and still angrily hissing through her teeth when I left half an hour later – and her husband/partner/friend still hadn’t said a word.

She’d not once asked him for his opinion – or sought through him another way of looking at the situation.

The only monologue she could hear was her own and she’d made at least two people unhappy in the process – as well as herself.

I marvelled at the energy it must have taken to remain that angry.

As I walked away and the physical gap widened between us I felt the cool breeze that had replaced the humid heat.

Everything looked fresh, and damp trees slowly dripped themselves dry onto the pavements below their shade.

The world felt renewed somehow – even though it was just the same but a little damper.

I walked home thinking about the gulf between myself and this woman – and how some find the gift of perspective whereas others never do.

I’ve no idea what causes people like my mother or her to remain rigidly unmoving and bitter throughout their lives – or what makes them so inflexible or incapable of change.

I’m glad that it’s not how I feel about the world though.

I’m glad I’m not angry and that I don’t feel continual resentment about what other people have and the things I don’t.

The truth is I have enough – and that’s all anyone needs. I am healthy and I am alive – and EVERYTHING else is a matter of perspective.

The past doesn’t matter – and neither does the future. I can influence it but I can’t control it and to think otherwise is folly.

It’s also better to live with an absence of want. If someone earns more than me then I wish them all the best and hope that it brings them happiness.

Money and possessions have never done this for me though.

I feel happy with a red tee-shirt that cost me £2 in a charity shop not because it’s a material possession – but because of the mental and physical change it represents.

It makes me feel happy because I worked hard to wear it and I chose to not just sit there and feel bitter that I couldn’t.

I got up and made my life better because I didn’t want to be like my mother – sitting at the opposite end of that carpet and separated from her by nothing.

Davey

Separated by carpet Sometimes a bad day is a bad day. There's absolutely no avoiding one when it really…

[b0blegum]

Redamancy [TWO]

Author: b0blegum

Pairing: CEO Yoo Kihyun x Reader

Rating: G

Genre: Romance, Drama

Status: On Going

Part: Pilot | One | ch. 2 TEASER | Two | ch. 3 TEASER | Three | ch. 4 TEASER | Four | ...

Words: 2.6k+

Summary

He was so broken and afraid of Love. Never thought he would return one’s love in full anymore.

a/n gif credit to owner | (y/f/n) = your first name 

I changed my mind to post this at 4pm instead of 8 because i just can’t wait to share this with you all, loves. Anyway, enjoy!

The familiar classical song from Luigi Boccherini was playing at the background, alongside with the sound of expensive gold cutlery sets hitting the side of the plates when the owner put them down for a small pause.

Following your boss, Yoo Kihyun, who was walking confidently in the middle of this five-star restaurant like it was his own property, you felt uncomfortable when people slightly took a glance on you. You know they weren't judging on how you look, but it's just you who didn't really like to attract people' attentions.

Kihyun turned left, to the more private area of this restaurant. Where there were five rooms, each inside a small private room. You followed him entering the third room.

"Kim Yoona." Kihyun called after you closed the door behind you as he gestured you to do so.

A woman was sitting on her chair elegantly, sipping down her wine, when both of you entered the room. Kihyun began to unbutton his suit jacket and made his way to sit across the woman.

"Long time no see, Yoo Kihyun." She gestured two men who was standing behind her to leave the three of you alone. Her eyes darted to you with a questioning look after the men were no longer to be seen in this private room.

"She's my secretary." Kihyun said, reading her look.

"Oh, secretary?" She smirked. Turning her eyes to you, "What a great pick. She's beautiful."

Her words could mean thousand of things. Was it a sarcasm or it had something implied behind, you weren't sure.

"I don't do that kind of thing anymore." Kihyun cleared his throat.

"That makes me the last, then, dear?"  

Your pupils started to shake, trying to understand their conversation– or not.

"I don't cut around the bush. Just tell me why do you want to see me. I'm busy so i don't have much time." Kihyun cut.

"You always are, Kihyun. You always are." She smiled and stood up, walking towards the man.

You scooted a bit, giving her the space to walked around Kihyun. Her finger slowly tracing Kihyun's shoulder then up to the back of his neck before she lifted up Kihyun's head to face her.

You blinked at the sight. You didn't know what'd happen next but you're pretty sure that this is something private that you shouldn't see.

She brought her face closer to the man. Slowly making her way to sit on the man's firm laps. Her legs parted, rested on either side of Kihyun's thighs.

Their eyes met. The woman's gaze looked lustful, filled with dark romantic feels while Kihyun's... you can't described his gaze.

His was dark, too, but rather... stoical.

"So this is the reason on why do you want to see me?" He asked with his face just an inch away from the woman. She smiled without hesitation

"Excuse me, but i don't have time for this. Ms. Kim." Surprisingly, Kihyun pushed the woman off him and stood up. Turning his back and about to walked out when she called him as she leaned on the table.

"I know you better than yourself, Yoo Kihyun. I know you miss me."

He ignored and touched the censor machine to opened the door. Still in confused, you followed him out. Kihyun's walked in a quick pace, almost too fast for you who wore heels and short skirt.

"Sir," his driver greeted as he opened the car's door for him. Without saying anything, he slid in and slammed the door closed harshly. You followed him in from the other door and sitting there awkwardly.

"Slide the partition up." Kihyun ordered his driver once he got in. He did as he told and slowly the glass soundproof partition separated him from the two of you.

He looks uncomfortable judging by how he looks and how his fingers clenched into a solid fist.

"Are you alright?" You carefully asked after awhile watching him.

He turned his head to you. "Yes, i am."

"But... you don't look like you a–"

"I said i am. Enough with the question." He snapped, sending chills up to your spine.

Keeping yourself silent, you looked out the window and forcing yourself to admire the beauty of Seoul with an angry man sitting beside you.

"You could go home after we reached the office." He said. Breaking the silence.

"Excuse me, Sir?"

"I'm not firing you. I'm just asking you to go home."

Still looking at him in confusion, you nodded slowly.

'Work hours are decided by the CEO.' Oh, right...

"Here you go. One Mocca Frappuccino and two Caramel Latte." The waitress served the order. The three of you mouthed thank you, plus a friendly smile from the forever-single Hoseok.

"Don't flirt with her, Hoseok. Just don't." Elena rolled her eyes immediately after the waitress went away.

"I didn't." Hoseok denied.

"Oh, come on, we all know you did. Even that grandma who sit right there could see you flirting with her." You could only chuckled hearing Elena and Hoseok acted all noisy like this.

"Oh whatever, El." Hoseok took a sip of his drink. "Now, (y/n). Continue. Where were we?"

"That woman. Who is she again? Yoona?" El added. You nodded immediately.

"Yes. Yoona. She must be one of Kihyun's lovers. An ex maybe. I don't know, but i'm sure they broke up on bad terms." You started again.

"But she mentioned something with 'his last' right after he told her you are his secretary, right?" Hoseok pointed out. "Did he date his secretary?"

"No way. He didn't date that girl with those stupid glasses." Taking another sip of his coffee, she shook her head.

"If i were he i wouldn't date her, as well. I can guarantee that." Hoseok rolled his eyes.

"That's a good point, but,"

"Guys. Lower your voice." You gestured as you sshhed them down.

"Oh, sorry." El shut her mouth with her own finger.

"Did he fuck her while she was his secretary?" Randomly, Hoseok added. Both of you and Elena almost choked on the drinks.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, seriously. He said he didn't do that kind of thing anymore and then she said she was the last. What is it then if it was not fucking his own secretary or at least, dating his secretary." Without any hesitation, those chain of words slipped out of his lips.

"He's so gonna kill you if he heard whatever you said just now." You massaged your temple. Somehow the scene of you and him in the elevator, where he warned you about not talking about him to anyone replayed in your mind.

"You better take care of yourself, (y/n)." Elena added. "He got a point there."

"You both crossed the line. Guys, listen. If, what Hoseok was true, if," you emphasized at the word 'if'. "He wouldn't date me, let alone... fuck me." You said the f word shyly.

"Why not? You're beautiful, smart and sexy–" Hoseok counted with his finger until Elena slapped the back of his head with her hand.

"No, no. That wouldn't happen and i would not let that happen." You finished your drink. "Anyway, i should get home. I have laundry to do." Looking at your watch, you stood up and fixed your tees that's crumpled.

"Oh, right. I still have to do some reports." Elena stood up after you, leaving only Hoseok who was still finishing his coffee.

"I'm staying here. You guys can go home first." He waved.

"Is it a man or a woman this time, Hoseok?" Elena said, half jokingly.

"Shut up, El."

"Alright, guys. See you later."

You and Elena immediately parted ways at the subway. Her apartment was on the west while yours was on the east, so both of you should really took the different line to reach home.

It was almost 9 but the road to your apartment was still crowded with cars and people, unlike the usual.

Smiling at the young boy who was currently pedalling his bike, you swiped your card before you pushed the elevator button then got in once the door opened.

Your floor wasn't that high up, it was on the 3rd floor. Usually you'd take stairs, but you just felt too lazy to climb tonight.

Again, you tried to swiped the card on the machine that was attached to your door until it was clicked opened, letting you in to your own apartment.

All the lights were off. The smell of soft cotton filled the air from the automatic room spray that you just put above the shoe rack.

"I'm home..." you said to yourself as you turned on the lamp.

"Welcome home, (y/n)." Startled, you jumped back to the door behind you as you tried to find the owner of that voice.

"So this is where you live?"

You gasped at the sight in front of you. The man from your work was now sitting still on your couch.

"Why... why are you here?"

"I think you know why am i here better than me." He stood up. Buttoning his suit jacket and walked painfully slow towards you. Cornering you to the wooden door behind you.

The sound of his shoes tapping the floor underneath made a great combination with his powerful sentence, "Why am i here, Ms. (y/f/n)?"

"I..." You took two steps back but after those two, you realized you were totally cornered.

He caged you with his arm stretched on the left side of your head. His other one on the other hand, slipped into his pocket. His face came closer to yours and a smirk haughtily plastered on his face.

"Why am i here, Ms. (y/f/n)?" He repeated.

"I don't know." You stuttered.

"Elena William and Shin Hoseok." He called the name that were most familiar to you. "Those two were your best-friend, am i right?" You nodded in frightened. "You are so close with them that you even shared information that actually unnecessary for them." He tilted his head to the left. His eyes still shooting into yours.

"Mr. Yoo. I... i'm sorry," finally you knew what was this all about.

The talk.

The one you had just before you came home.

"Why are you sorry for?" His smile somehow creeped the hell out of you. He was too intense and to intimidating.

"I am sorry for telling them about the meeting between you and Ms. Ki–"

"Kim Yoona." He uncaged you and turned himself around, walking back to your living room. "Ex secretary. Ex lover. We used to fuck in my office. On my table. On the floor. In my meeting room and on the table that you now working behind. Tell Mr. Shin he was right about her being my ex."

Your whole body shook in fear. Scared that he would do something you can't imagine.

"What else do you want to know about us? How often do we fuck?"

"No! Sir, no." You waved your hand immediately. "I'm sorry." You looked down.

"I think i made myself clear the other day." He sat on the armrest, eyes still fixed on yours.

"I'm sorry. I'm terribly sorry. I won't talk about you ever again. I swear, i won't."

"Ouch." He shook his head with a sarcastic smile painted on his face. "Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Is that all you could say?"

"I..." you stuttered. "Y– you could fire me if yo– you want, Sir. I'm sorry."

"No. No." He stood back up and walked to you again. "I won't fire you. I know you got some reputation and i am now in need of secretary, so i won't do that."

Shit, he must have other sick idea...

"I need your brain but... i don't trust your mouth." His expression softened. "What could i do about that? Any idea?" Hesitantly you shook your head. "Well, then. If you don't have any." He cleared his throat and stood right beside you, facing the wooden door. "Move to my penthouse." He gripped the door handle. "3 pm sharp. I left the address on your coffee table." With that, Kihyun opened the door and left.

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