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Living with a gangster
Mafia man x Gn!Reader
Summary: moments in your life when your weirdo of a boyfriend gets you both in the most randomness possible scenarios. You love him though
a/n: ummm ummm writing for now bc my Apple Pencil broke so yeah!!
Youâre on the couch, unwinding after a long day. The soft hum of the TV fills the room as you kick your feet up, enjoying a rare moment of peace. That peace shatters the moment your boyfriend walks through the door, looking like heâs been through hell and back.
Thereâs even stains on his white pants. Gross.
Bruised, bloodied, and entirely too proud of himself, he barges in with a grin plastered on his face. âI brought you something,â he says, and thereâs a certain cockiness in his voice that youâve come to expect from him.
You turn to look, already knowing whatever heâs holding will be ridiculous. âWhat is it?â
You ask, trying to suppress the exhaustion from your voice.
With a flourish, he reveals a ragged, battered stuffed bear. Its fur is matted, and thereâs a stain that could be bloodâor maybe itâs just the bearâs battle scars. One of its eyes is hanging by a single thread.
âA battle bear,â he announces proudly.
You stare at it for a beat. âA what?â
âA battle bear. I had to fight a bunch of idiots to get it. It was a whole ordeal, but I thought youâd want it.â
You blink, deadpan. âSo you got into a fight for a stuffed animal?â
âYup,â he says, a little too smug for someone who just looked like they were hit by a bus. âItâs yours now. For protection, obviously. Youâll be safe with this thing. Like a bodyguard, but fluffier.â
You glance from him to the bear. âThis thing looks like itâs seen better days. What kind of fight were you in?â
âItâs fine. Just a little blood. Nothing serious,â he assures, his grin widening. âSo? Do you love it?â
You pause, still eyeing the mangled bear. âSure, I guess. I donât know if itâll protect me, though. It looks like itâs seen as much action as you.â
He flops onto the couch next to you, snatching up the bear. âItâs a symbol of my dedication. Donât downplay it.â
âYou could do anything with it cry with it, cuddle, feed it, maybe even tell it about how much you love!â
âNice try.â Itâs just a thought but you are thinking heâs going to be the one to do those things.
Itâs been a long day, and you were hoping for some peace. Youâve barely sat down on the couch when your boyfriend bursts in, completely out of nowhere, practically vibrating with excitement.
âI missed you!â he exclaims, then immediately starts some unholy combination of spinning, hopping, and awkward flailing. His hips are nowhere near Shakiraâs level of shaking.
Heâs rattling like a broken supermarket cart.
You stare at him, eyebrows raised. âWhat in the world are you doing?â
âThis is my I missed you dance,â he says, spinning once again like heâs in some bizarre action movie. âItâs a tradition now. Every time I come home, I perform it to show my appreciation for you.â
You blink. âA dance?â
He nods, still twisting around, his limbs making chaotic, out-of-rhythm movements. âYup! Itâs a way of showing how much I care about you.â
âYeah, I can tell,â you say dryly, eyes narrowing as you watch him crash into the coffee table, almost toppling over the lamp. You canât help but let out a sigh. âAre you done yet?â
He doesnât answer, too busy still trying to perfect whatever this is. His leg kicks too high and knocks into the side of the bookshelf. He spins again, only to hit his elbow on the doorframe.
âYouâre really not helping your case here,â you mutter, leaning back. âHow exactly am I supposed to take you seriously when youâre like this?â
With a grunt, he halts his movements, standing tall like he just finished a perfect performance. âIâm a dangerous man, babe. Nobody could top this move.â
You stare at him, deadpan. âYouâre a mess.â
He grins like he won the lottery. âIâll take that as a compliment.â
You walk through the door after running a simple errand. But as soon as you step inside, youâre met with your boyfriend standing in the living room, hands on his hips, wearing a look of complete panic.
âWhere have you been?â he demands, voice high and tight with concern. âIâve been worried as shit.. Do you know how long itâs been? What if something happened to you? Like if a Mario cosplayer asked for your number? Or if my boss figures out we make passionate love in ghost face costumes?â
You stop dead in your tracks, surprised by the sudden wave of intensity. âI was gone for two hours. I was grocery shopping,â you say, already regretting not texting him sooner.
His expression doesnât change. âTwo hours? Thatâs two hours I had no idea where you were! You couldâve gotten hurt! Kidnapped! I could have sent the team after you!â
You blink, trying to process his frantic words. âIt was just the store. Iâm fine. I didnât even leave the neighborhood.â
âBut what if something happened?â Heâs pacing now, completely ignoring the fact that youâve been walking around the block for the last hour. âYou could have been in danger, and I wouldnât have even known! What if the old man that looks like Santa Claus down the steep seduced you?â
âWhatââ
âAnd was successful. Who am I to Santa? Nothing but a little elf whoreâŚâ
âUm.â
âActually fuck Santa. He ainât shit.â
âOkay.â
âAnyways, Do you want me to hire bodyguards?â
âIâm not a delicate flower,â you say, trying to stay calm. âYou donât have to act like Iâm going to break if I leave for an hour.â
He stops pacing, suddenly pulling you into a tight hug, his arms firm but careful. âI know, I know. You once broke my back when we were roleplaying WWE. And in beââ
âOi.â
âBesides! Youâre my responsibility. I need you safe.â
You sigh, your annoyance melting away as his possessiveness becomes more endearing than aggravating. âYouâre a freak, you know that?â
He smiles into your shoulder, his tone softened. âAnd you match it~â
You couldnât deny that.
Youâre lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you hear the front door open. Your boyfriend walks in, holding two absurdly oversized leather jackets with a grin that suggests heâs up to no good.
âGuess what I got!â he announces.
You glance at him, already sensing where this is going. âWhat now?â
âMatching jackets,â he says, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who just spent way too much money on something totally unnecessary.
You look at the jackets, confused. âThose things are huge. Theyâll swallow me whole.â
âNonsense!â Heâs practically bouncing with excitement. âItâs part of the look. Look how badass weâll look together. Weâll be like this power couple!â
You pull the jacket on, and it nearly engulfs you. You feel like youâre drowning in leather, and you can barely move your arms.
You glance at him. âThis is a terrible idea. I canât even lift my arms.â
He looks at you with a deadpan stare. âExactly. Thatâs the point. Weâre untouchable.â
You sigh, crossing your arms, trying not to let the ridiculousness of the situation break your composure. âYou realize weâre going to look like two absolute try-hards?â
âNope.â
He shrugs, unfazed. âI look hot. You look hot. Who cares about looking normal when you look cool?â
You snort, rolling your eyes. âWe look like walking couches.â
It happens when youâre having an absolutely normal movie night. Popcorn, blankets, a chilled drink. Everythingâs perfect. And then, in the middle of a dramatic scene, your boyfriend suddenly turns to you with a completely straight face.
âI killed someone today,â he says, his voice holding the same tone if he just did a wet fart. â45 years old. Kids. Pretty tragic, actually. But he had it coming. I mean he didââ
You freeze, popcorn halfway to your mouth. âWait. What?â
He shrugs, clearly uninterested in your reaction. âYeah, I mean, he was a threat. Had to be dealt with. He wonât be a problem anymore.â
âAre you⌠are you serious?â You blink rapidly, your mind struggling to catch up with what you just heard.
âYeah, well, thatâs gang life for you.â He leans back, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth like heâs just told you about his day at the office. âItâs not all fun and games, yâknow.â
You canât form a coherent response, too shocked by the casual way he talks about murder. âYou just⌠killed someone. And then sat down to watch a movie?â
He glances at you, unphased. âYeah, and? We were supposed to watch this, right? Can we watch breaking bad next? Bald Walter is spank bank material.â
âUm ew.â
âJust donât sweat the small stuff, babe.â
You stare at him in silence for a moment, the absurdity of the situation slowly sinking in. âYou are the weirdest person Iâve ever met.â
âThanks. I try.â He says it so casually, then immediately falls asleep like itâs just another day.
What the hell.
#dinoâs blurbs#x reader#male yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#gender neutral insert#gender neutral y/n#gender neutral reader#yandere x gender neutral reader#yandere x gn reader#mafia x reader#the mafia is not cool guys#Itâs gross and nothing like this
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Will had hope ... and then lost it.
He had hope that maybe, just maybe, Mike and he felt the same way. And I think it started here:
Mike expressed relief at the idea of Will not joining another party. And Will's look seems ... surprised but joyful? Like he's picking up on Something the audience is not.
Then we have this:
I know a lot of people say he meant this in a friendship way. But I don't think he did entirely. I think he was 'testing the waters' so to speak, to see Mike's reaction to him asking something like this so forwardly--an action driven in part, possibly, also by frustration. Of course their friendship was his priority but he was also Sending Mike a Message. Speaking in code, if you will. And I'm not sure if Mike picked up on it or not, but he knew what he was doing when he used the word 'us'.
Then of course we have Mike's speech to Will in episode 4. The way he slightly tilts his head to the side inquisitively after Mike said 'It's Hawkins, it's not the same without you', as if he's thinking "am I dreaming? Is he really saying this?" And not to be meta but he might even be wondering if he's being delusional here.
On top of that, the speech prompted him to gather the courage to do this:
hope again. But then his arc culminated in this:
Will's facial expressions when Mike is self-depricating ... he seems so sad. In the second one, even Mike notices and cuts himself off to apologize for bringing up this subject.
I think he, sadly, realized Mike did feel the same way as him, but not in the way he had initially hoped. Mike, like him, is struggling with not feeling good enough for the person he loves.
And Will did not want Mike to feel the same way he did. So he did what we saw him do and give the painting to Mike, which symbolizes his love for DnD, for what they do together, for their friend group, for him. His intention here was to make Mike feel better. Important. Seen. Even at the cost of his own heartbreak.
"Every smile you fake, I'll be watching you."
So to recap, at the beginning of the season, Will had been acting weird and painting for someone he liked ( according to El ). We find out very quickly that the recipient of the painting was intended to be Mike. I don't think Will ever intended for the painting to be a full blown love confession--but a start. A continuation of the 'hint dropping' they started doing at the end of S3. But of course, the whole world went to shit, and his feelings got amplified to the point where the painting's meaning took a different turn. And it became the basis of a veiled love confession.
I think this is devastating because the narrative forced them, once again, down a different path from the natural progression this would've been had Mike been allowed to enjoy a nice spring break in California.
I do believe by the end of S4, Will has completely lost the last vestiges of hope he had left that Mike would ever reciprocate his feelings, especially after Mike's love confession. I think he feels stupid for even allowing himself to believe there was a chance.
I mean, look at him. And, terrifyingly, I feel like that is exactly where Vecna needs him to be at the start of S5.
Sprinkle in some #birthdaygate and voila ... we have the perfect recipe for a horrible Vecna vision.
I don't know how they'll resolve this, but it does feel to me that the intention of Will's S4 arc was to get him to a point of loss of hope, which signifies the death of his dream.
Going into S5, he probably sees this dream now as stupid and childish--an impossibility. Adding to this, there's no way in hell Will is going to confess. Not when this happened and it was never resolved.
The ball is on Mike's court, for better or for worse.
And I think this is also another plot twist we will find out through Vecna: the fact that Will had hope that he and Mike could be together and felt the same way. And that honestly makes whatever Vecna does to Will 10 times worse because if Will had NEVER had hope, then there's nothing new there. But having hope and then having it crushed to the ground? Yeah ... my heart hurts as I type this.
#byler#byler analysis#and does this mean byler endgame? I really freaking hope it does bc maybe Will's dream needs to be restored or changed in some way for the#story to be resolved. I keep going back to how his emotional arc ties the whole show together and this might be a piece of the puzzle.
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The Music Room
SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERSâź- Do Not Read unless you have completed the Dread Wolf's Regrets quest!!!!
AN: I have not finished the game, so I don't know if this will actually be part of my canon yet, but the world is currently awful and I...needed to be making something. But as I said: I have NOT finished the game yet, so if you leave a comment (pls and thank) do NOT write anything with spoilers in it!!!
Okay, on with the show!
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Rill finds Inquisitor Lavellan sitting at the harpsichord in the music room. All of the other rooms at the Lighthouse had seemed barren when they had first started using it as their base, and even this one had apparently been used as some sort of storage space -there was an alarming amount of cheese for some reason- but the quiet here feels different in a way that is hard to quantify. Peaceful, as opposed to desolate. The light pouring through the windows is always bright in here. Always warm. The murals on the walls were still vivid when they came. Colorful and new. The most prominent one bears the symbol of the Inquisition flanked by howling wolves.
The woman contemplating it does not look like the fearsome hero who closed a hole in the sky and stopped the southern half of the world from falling into chaos, though. She looks small. And tired. And sad.
Rill clears her throat, feeling awkward.
âSo. Not trying to complain or anything, but when you asked to come here, you did say that you could help by giving us insight into Solasâ history and his way of thinking and⌠Well. You were pretty quiet in there while we watched those memories.â
âI know,â Aili sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. âIâm sorry. Iâm just⌠I knew some of it. Bits of things he told me himself. Things I figured outâŚafterwards. And I knew there would be more. More I didnât know. Heâs thousands of years old, so I knew that the story of his life would be more than what he had told me, butâŚâ
âItâs a lot.â Rill hums in agreement.
âBit of an understatement,â Aili snorts. Her gaze drifts down, and she runs her fingers over the instrument in front of her. ââŚI didnât even know he played.â
âSo, tell me what you do know,â Rill says, casually plopping down onto a nearby crate, âItâs probably more helpful than you think.â
âI know⌠I know that he hates tea.â
âRight. Noted. Probably shouldnât offer him any of Lucanisâ coffee either, then.â Rill grins, folding her arms across her chest.
âProbably not,â Aili agrees, returning the smile faintly. âHe has a sweet tooth, though. He loves books. Loves learning. And teaching, too. He was always happy to share stories about places he had been, or spirits he had talked to. He paints beautifully. And he sketches, too. He doesnât laugh very often, but when he does, itâsâŚâ
She trails off, her face creased with grief and faint traces of longing.
âIâm sorry.â She says again.
Rill shakes her head at the apology but gives her a curious look afterwards.
âYou said that Solas was important to you; Iâm guessing you didnât mean that you were just really good friends?â
Aili shrugs.
âI thought that we wereâŚsomething.â She glances around the room again, eyes landing on the mural of the slain dragon and the mourning wolf above it. âNow Iâm not sure if even that was true.â
âIs that something he would lie about?â Rill wonders, her eyebrows ticking upwards, âBecause that would be some valuable insight. He doesnât strike me as the sort to use seduction as a manipulation tactic, but he seems comfortable twisting the truth about everything else, soâŚâ
Aili sits for a moment in silence, frowning in consideration before finally shaking her he in the negative.
âItâs⌠No.â She fumbles briefly. âI know that givenâŚgiven everything weâve seen, it might be hard to believe, but⌠He has a kind heart. Truly. He wants to do the right thing. He believes in justice, and he wants things to be fair. He wants to help people when he sees them suffering. And he blames himself when he canât. He justâŚcomes to the wrong conclusions, sometimes, and he struggles to ask for help when he needs it. He⌠There would be no reason to -no point- in lying about his feelings for me. I was already his friend, and I took his advice seriously. He had my ear and my protection. He wouldnât get anything out of it unless his intention was to be needlessly cruel, andâŚheâs not like that. He isnât.â
âThen why were you doubting that you had something?â
âItâsâŚcomplicated.â Aili sighs. âItâs about time, I think. Or at least, part of it is. He feels things deeply. Passionately. Even if you canât tell which words heâs telling you are true, you can always tell when something matters to him. And this place⌠Mythal is everywhere. In every mural. In every room. Statues. Paintings. Symbols. Everything is about her. For her. Even now. Even after taking Flemmethâs power and essentially killing her himself. His love for her, whatever shape or form it might have had, has colored every aspect of his life since the beginning of the world. And compared to thatâŚâ
She taps a single key on the harpsichord, letting out a high clear note.
âMythal is the All-Mother. The Protecter. The bright and beguiling moon. And IâŚI am barely a candle flame.â
âYouâre the Inquisitor. The Savior of the South. People still call you the âHerald of Andraste.â You disbanded the Inquisition, and still managed to bring enough people together to hold back the darkspawn hordes while I fight the gods up here in the North. I think you might be selling yourself a bit short.â Rill says with a curl of her lips, trying to be kind.
âThere will always be heroes, just as there will always be despots. Iâm hardly unique in that respect.â Aili replies, striking another key. âA puny mortal striking back at false gods probably reminded him of his own past. His own struggles. Maybe that was it. Maybe thereâs even something about me that made him think of Mythal. I donât know. I donât know what he saw in me. Or thought he saw. But look around. There are a few Inquisition symbols in this room, but beyond that⌠There is no trace of me in this place. Nothing he held onto. Nothing he felt was worth keeping.âÂ
Rill frowns. Fidgeting with her hands. Itching to pull out a blade to play with, but uncertain if the move would been seen as a threat.
âSorry.â She offers after a few moments of silence. âI try not to talk to him very often, for obvious reasons. Itâs still a bit creepy, if Iâm being honest. Even if I did, though, I donât think his romantic life would be something heâd be keen to tell me about.â
âItâs not your fault,â Aili assures her with a smile that does not reach her eyes, âHe wasnât keen to tell me either.â
âThe Fadeâs a funny place, though,â Rill says, gesturing at their surroundings, âIâm not always sure which bits of the things weâve found here are from Solas, and which things we brought along ourselves. Lucanis found a book he used to read as a kid. Harding says she can smell her momâs cooking sometimes. Neve said she can hear the sea when she wakes up in the mornings. Things like that, you know?â
The Inquisitor nods.
âNot surprising, given the nature of this place and the person who built it.â Aili says. âThis was a refuge. For spirits and slaves fleeing tyranny. And for Solas himself, too. It wants to be welcoming. It wants you to feel safe.â
âIt was different when we got here, though.â Rill tells her. âBit empty. Bit sad. Lonely, almost.â
âSounds like Solas,â Aili sighs, something close to exasperated fondness.
âThis room thoughâŚâ Rill sits up straighter, turning her head to glance at the sunlight painting patterns on the already painted walls. âIt was always like this. It may be small and tucked away, but itâs honestly one of my favorite places in the Lighthouse. Itâs always a little warmer in here. The sunâs always shining through the windows. The quiet in here feels likeâŚcomfort. Like home.â
âI feel like youâre trying to lead me somewhere, but Iâm not sure where it is,â Aili chuckles.
âWell, you said it yourself, didnât you?â Rill grins back at her, âThis is the only room with Inquisition symbols in it.â
Aili blinks. Makes a face.
âThere are also murals of Mythal in here. Because sheâs everywhere.â
It is Rillâs turn to sigh.
âMaybe she is. Maybe he couldnât escape from her. Maybe he never will. What she did. What she made him do. What was done to her. But the library with all his memories of her is big and dark and gloomy. And the statues of her are stiff and aloof and cold. And the little room upstairs he shoved a cot into to sleep isâŚjust depressing, really.â
 She catches the older womanâs gaze. Holds it.
âItâs called the Lighthouse, but the beacon at the top isnât where the light is. Itâs not in some huge memorial room dedicated to Mythal. Itâs here. Thereâs a chair with your seal on it, almost waiting for you to sit and watch him play. Thereâs the paintings on the walls. Thereâs⌠Look, when did this become me telling you about the Dread Wolfâs heart?â
âI have no idea,â Aili laughs in earnest this time.
âReally though, this is a good room. I like to sit and read by the windows in here sometimes. The light in here always makes be think of summer afternoons. The air has a sweetness to it, too. Something flowery. Heather, maybe. Or Lavender.â
Aili starts, her eyes going wide.
âWhatâs wrong?â Rill asks.
âYou said it smells like lavender in here?â
âYeah. Why?â
âItâsâŚthe soap I use. For my hair. I always have.â
âWell, there you have it!â Rill grins in triumph. âHe kept your memory here. Away from his regrets. Somewhere bright and happy. WellâŚas happy as Solas gets, anyway. Not too bad for a candle flame, eh?â
Aili laughs again.
âThank you, Rook.â
#dragon age: the veilguard#spoilers#solavellan#Rook#Aili Lavellan#Rill#fic#every solavellan crumb i get makes me want to go outside and howl at the moon#i miss these idiots so much#they make me want to chew glass#(affectionate)
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Hero, Villain, God 2
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Your name is Hotguy...
... Well, not really, that's pretty new all things considered...
Your name is actually Scar Vex Goodtimes but if you want to be honest to yourself way more people care about Hotguy then they do Scar so it might as well just be Hotguy... (You aren't going to think about how this might influence your self-esteem though, after all if you don't aknowledge it then it isn't a problem.)
You are the hero of Hermitopia! Number one on the charts and famous all across the world! With thousands of adoring fans and thousands of criminal behind bars many call you the greatest hero of the century!
With unmatched agility you fly in the sky of the city, jumping between skyscrapers, and enact justice with just your trusty bow and arrow!
Most importantly though: you are the only hero in history to possess two powers! Everyone is in awe because of your combo of perfect accuracy and super speed (hence your Hotguy symbol being half orange and half blue) and you totally do not live in fear of being forgotten the moment someone else also has two powers 'cause that would never happen and even if it did It's not like your sense of self worth is entirely based on your hero career or anything.
"Cub! I'm back" You sing song.
"You are, you were supposed to be back an hour ago"
"Oh c'mon! It's that the reallybway to welcome me back after such a long day? I'm offended."
"Scar, you know your body cannot handle too much stress... You should be more careful."
"..."
"I promised to help you with it but I can't do that if you don't listen to my instructions!"
...You do know that, unfortunately even a superhero as hot and powerful as you has his flaws... Yours is just particularly annoying and limiting.
"Oh c'mon Cub, there was a cat in a tree! You know I could never leave a poor kitty in such a dangerous situation!"
He doesn't answer at first, he then stares down at you with his arms crossed...you have a feeling he might have caught your lie...oops.
"You have super speed Scar, you are telling me it took one hour to get a cat out of a tree?" So he definitely knows what actually happens, has he been watching you again? You thought he stopped! "Well... There were some other things happening around that time... I just didn't think of mentioning them!"
"Huh uh...sure"
Cub turns and for a few seconds the room becomes akwardly silent, so silent that when he begins talking again you jump a little at the suddenness of it.
"There are reports of a new vigilante in town"
Oh? "A new vigilante? It's been a while!"
"Don't sound that excited about crime mr.hero... but yes... This one seems to be heavily inspired by... poultry"
... What? Why poultry of all things? Who would theme their vigilante identity around chicken?? That's like... really lame.
"Calls himself poultryman, modus operandi seems to be...*sigh* trowing magical eggs at people and then knocking them out"
"Magical eggs?"
"Yes, instead of just yolk in some rare cases the egg hatches into a baby chick... I don't know how it works either, it doesn't make sense and I hate it"
Uh... Touchy, got it. Wait, that brings the question, why bring it up right now?
"So... Why are you telling me? Why now?"
"Despite it being necessary for your job to know these things?" Oh... right, it makes sense but you know he's not done. "The hero association wants you to bring this Poultryman into custody"
"Oh! Of course! Consider it done!"
That poultry guy won't know what hit him! ... Hopefully.
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Its a good thing the semesters over bc i have SO much Secret Life brainrot and need to spend several days carefully plotting out a fic about bdubs and etho and Everything That Happened There
#i was watching both of their povs. and also cleo and grian (and bigb) so ive got these good ol etho&cleo v etho&bdubs comparisons#and all those interactions abt trust and alliances#AND IM STILL NOT OVER EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED DURING SESSION 7#also im tempted to write something where bdubs and scar are foils#theres just so much Stuff There and now i know why everyone always goes batshit over the traffic series!#its the fast pace and everyone being under pressure and all the interpersonal drama and alliances! augh!#also. i really want to try and draw bdubsâ burnt down house#i could make that into some symbolism. just watch#<-clearly not handling the finale episodes well#sev rambles#secret life
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thinking about how eiji's a pole vaulter and how ash talks about eiji "flying" and how eiji's associated with bird imagery and how eiji's free (unlike ash) and how eiji comes in on a plane and leaves on a plane and how ash cannot fly, ash cannot be free, how nyc is ash's prison, and how ash is the leopard who dies climbing the mountain, unable to live at such elevation, how he was trying to reach the sky and be free but was always stuck to the earth, how he chose to die instead of climbing back down, how he chose to die where he could see the sky and hope and freedom almost like a bird with eiji's letter right in front of him rather than letting everything go wrong and ruin it once again, how eiji's a failed pole vaulter anyway, how a bad fall ruined his career and grounded him (physically and emotionally), how it took flying to america and meeting ash and needing to save him and skip for him to try flying again, how he landed hard and harsh and still the thought of that escape compelled ash to protect eiji at all costs because if he could fly that means something to him, even if he doesn't think he can fly, how eiji is the manifestation of his hope and how when he breaks and asks eiji to stay with him a while he folds himself over his legs and weighs him down and traps him and grounds him, how ash fights like hell to keep eiji alive not because he thinks he can be like him (hopeful, flying, innocent), but because he makes him forget the gravity of his situation, and so he can see eiji fly again. how he wants to see him escape. how eiji is a bird and ash is a wildcat and how ash never once saw eiji as prey. how eiji never saw ash as a predator. how it is eiji's naivete that first endears ash to him, how it is his freedom and flight and removal from darkness and his ability to leave that darkness that really roots eiji in ash's blood as something essential to him keeping on living in this hell of nyc. how it is that distance from the violence and that hope for the future that ash chooses to surround himself in as he dies. how ash dies in a dream because he feels more than anything that he can't fly like eiji, that he can never leave. how his violence is a part of him and will be forever, how it weighs him down. how he wants to enjoy the view from the mountainside rather than looking up from the ground below. as if they can both fly. as if he is with him up there and not grounded. eye-to-eye with what he can't have, seeing eiji's homeland: the sky. how he dies trying to reach the top because he couldn't take retreating and trying again. how ash, tired and tired and tired and convinced it will go on forever if he crawls back down the mountain, chooses to close his life deluged in eiji, in eiji's insistence that they can fly together, in eiji's hope for him and for them, in eiji's beautiful dream. how ash dies without trying to realize that dream. how ash, in dying, destroys it.
#banana fish spoilers#I'M HAVING A FUCKING MOMENT#mutual reblogged exactly one (1) piece of ash fanart and sent me on A Multiple Hour Long Thing and now im rewatching it lol#yes i am only on episode 2 yes i am still going to write big long analysis posts ANYWAY#whatever hope this makes sense. anyway#banana fish#okumura eiji#ash lynx#asheiji#hhhhh i can't believe i've only watched this twice in like what 5.5 years?? sheesh#anywayyyyyyy i care about them a lot ok. god#and yes i DO kinda have beef with the decision to kill ash off at the end but it really does say so much About his character#that he chose to die in the way that he did even though he's been throwing his life away since episode 1#dying in peace in comfort in solitude rather than in some chaotic battlefield.... ough...... in the peace eiji alone could give him.....#anywayss i relate to ash a little more than i should so. this one's for us cool guy bottoms up#edit i uh.... i forgot it was a leopard.... in the story..... but whatever it doesn't really affect the symbolic meaning it's just embarras#ing that i forgot >;/
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did they do all that for bobby's backstory only to explain the dream of his dad and the medal and heart attack in 7x9????
#kya watches stuff#911 abc#911 7x08#bobby nash#they could have left it at that but why make kid bobby pick up a glass of alcohol after the firefighters left. i just. that didn't feel nee#i saw a mention that the 7x8 desert walk was supposed to have some religious symbolism but idk what it is lol#i grew up catholic but that's about it
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maybe i don't care about doing a complicated think-piece on nickel's actions and how he mistreated suitcase and how he's an awful person and if you like him you hate women actually. maybe i just think it's funny when the coin is a dick. i don't think this object show shit is really that serious
#inanimate insanity#ii nickel#im no nickel stan but like. he was funny in s2 that's enough for me lol#you can't pay me to care about the morality of object show characters like. ok. i get object show haters now#you could say suitcase has 400 layers of symbolism and i wouldn't give a shit because i thought the failed debuter teddy bear was funnier-#-and had more impact on me#why'd they give him a âredemption arcâ though he didn't need that he was way funnier as just an awful jerk i don't WANT him to be likeable#or a good guy now. s3 nickel's a pussy keep my funny shitty asshole character out of your emotional arcs. i do not care#this goes for a lot of characters too nickel was just the first to com eto mind. i don't even like him that much#yes i like taco too no i don't hate women no i don't want suitcase dead in a ditch no i'm not a nickel defender#obviously you're allowed to have your own opinions but some of you need to realize you're getting super heated over talking objects.#< just chill out sometimes. not everybody is taking the morality of object show characters are seriously as you are.#sometimes people just like mean characters because they're funny it's not that deep#i will forever stand with s3 nickel haters though he's so fucking painful to watch#don't redeem him make him worse actually it'd be so funny
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what the fuck why on earth did i come up with that
#dunno what you call it likr a daydream#like not totally a story cause it might have sort of involved me even if it was sort of a random character#ages ago before last semester#i went into some random old building and into some old room no one had been into for ages and there was a skeleton#which is all fairly normal and generic i cant remember the details i couldnt really make up my mind#but next there was a ghost instead#but it was one of my old classmates from school i hadnt seen in over a year and hadnt been on speaking terms for a few years#and then there was no ghost and just the classmate#but i knew that was the skeleton was the near future and stuff#sounds like a generic dream but i genuinly sat there staring at the wall spending time thinking this up awake wtf#well its only really weird cause it was someone i considered a friend years ago when we actually talked not many people did talk to me#but at the same time this was clearly symbolic of all my classmates and just the idea of having peers whod talk to me#or even that i could just listen to them talk to eachothet#when i was still at school my last year though i had like two actual dreams where i was the ghost#like i was standing in the library watching them all file out after private study like would happen in real life#though for some reason i was dripping wet cause i was a ghost#and they all ignored me like they always did which was the present then#but they physically couldnt see at all even if i made eye contact#or tried to talk to them which i never did in real life#wow im such a bloody loser lol#like i was 17 for that#only reason i was still sulking about it over a year later was cause i never really met anyone in uni
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LOVE NEXT DOOR - p.sh
SUMMARY: After discovering your fiancĂŠâs infidelity, you leave behind the life youâd built in the U.S. and return to Korea to stay with your parents. The familiar streets and faces bring a bittersweet nostalgia, but nothing compares to reuniting with Sunghoon, your childhood best friend. Heâs different nowâmore reserved, maybe a bit colder. While he tries to bury the feelings he thought heâd left in the past, being around you stirs something in him that he canât ignore. And as you start to find comfort in each other again, you both realize that some feelings never truly fade.
PAIRING: childhood bsf! sunghoon x f!reader
WARNINGS: smut (oral m and f receiving, unprotected sex), angst, denial, mentions of cheating
wc: 20k
Youâre not sure what you expected when you walked into your apartment that day. Youâd left early for a business tripâan opportunity too good to pass up, even if it meant being away from Daniel for a few days. The wedding was only a month away, and youâd been looking forward to everything finally settling into place. Youâd imagined your life with him so many times: your wedding day, the honeymoon, the house youâd live in together, the family youâd build. It was all supposed to be perfect.
But as you pushed open the bedroom door, the world youâd been building shattered.
There they were, tangled in sheets that were meant for the two of you. Daniel's eyes widened in shock, but he didn't even bother scrambling for an excuse. You felt your chest tighten, each heartbeat a hammer against your ribs. For a moment, you stood frozen, every emotion rushing through you all at onceâanger, betrayal, disgust, disbelief. The room, filled with their hurried whispers and excuses, began to spin, and you could hardly breathe.
Youâd spent countless hours planning your future together, from the lace details on your wedding dress to the way youâd wear your hair. You had been so meticulous, imagining every little moment, every dance, every vow. Now, each of those dreams felt like a cruel joke. The engagement ring on your finger suddenly felt heavy, almost suffocating, a symbol of the love and trust that had been so easily shattered.
You werenât supposed to be home. The thought lingers as you stand in the doorway, frozen, watching the scene unfold in front of you. Daniel, the man you were supposed to marry in a month, is tangled in your sheets with another woman. His face pales, and he stumbles over himself, trying to sit up, as if thereâs any explanation that could possibly make this right.
âY/N, I can explain,â he starts, throwing on the shirt that had been discarded on the floor. His voice is a mix of desperation and guilt.
âExplain?â you manage, though your throat feels tight, your voice barely a whisper. You feel like youâre in a daze, like this canât possibly be real. âYouâre in our bed, Daniel. The bed where weââ You choke on your words, unable to finish the sentence. Everything youâd built with him, all the dreams and plans, now feel hollow and meaningless.
He takes a step toward you, but you instinctively back away. âIt wasnât supposed to happen like this. It was a mistake, Y/N. Please, just let meââ
âA mistake?â You let out a bitter laugh, the sound foreign even to yourself. âWeâre supposed to get married in a month, Daniel. A month! I was planning our wedding while you wereââ You stop, shaking your head as the reality of it all starts to sink in. âDid you ever even care about us? About me?â
âOf course I did,â he says, his voice cracking. But thereâs a hollowness in his words, one that you canât unhear now.
âDonât,â you interrupt, holding up your hand to stop him. âJust⌠donât. I trusted you. I thought you loved me.â The weight of the engagement ring on your finger feels unbearable now, as if itâs mocking you, reminding you of every lie heâs ever told. You pull it off and toss it onto the bed, where it lands with a soft thud. âKeep it. I donât want it anymore.â
He reaches for you, his hand outstretched, but you step back. âY/N, please, donât go. We can fix thisââ
âFix this?â You laugh again, the sound almost hysterical. âThereâs nothing left to fix, Daniel. You ruined it. You ruined us.â The finality of your words hangs in the air, and for the first time, he seems to understand that this is it. Youâre done.
Without another word, you turn and walk out, leaving behind the life youâd once believed in, the future youâd painstakingly planned. And as you step outside into the fresh air, you feel a strange sense of relief mixed with the ache of betrayal.Â
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The hotel room is cold and impersonal, nothing like the home youâd shared with him. As you sit on the edge of the bed, you feel the weight of everything crashing down on you. Youâre alone, truly alone, in a way you havenât been since you first moved to the U.S. Daniel was supposed to be your constant, the one person you could rely on in this foreign place. Now, it all feels like a lie.
You clutch a pillow to your chest, trying to hold yourself together as the realization sinks in. You gave up so much to be with him, to build a life together. You left behind friends, family, and a whole world you knew, all for someone who didnât care enough to stay faithful. The emptiness that fills you is overwhelming, and for the first time in a long time, you feel lost.
The next day, you return to your shared apartment. The place feels different nowâtainted, like a ghost of the life you thought you had. You walk through each room, collecting your things in a daze, each item a painful reminder of a future that no longer exists.
In the bedroom, you pause, glancing at the photos on the nightstand. One of them is from the day he proposed, your faces beaming with happiness that now feels so far away. You grab the picture frame and toss it into a box, the glass cracking as it hits the other items. It feels oddly satisfying.
Once youâve packed everything, you head to work for what you know will be the last time. The office is buzzing with the usual hum of conversations and keyboard clicks, but it all feels distant, like youâre watching it from the outside.
You find your boss in his office, and he looks up as you walk in. âY/N, I wasnât expecting you back so soon. How was the trip?â
You force a smile, though it barely reaches your eyes. âThe trip was fine, but I need to talk to you about something.â
He senses the seriousness in your tone and gestures for you to sit. âWhatâs going on?â
Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself. âIâm resigning. Effective immediately.â
He blinks, surprised. âAre you sure? I mean, you have such a promising future here, andââ
âIâm going back to Korea,â you say, cutting him off. âThereâs⌠thereâs nothing left for me here.â You swallow hard, fighting back the tears threatening to fall. âI need to go home.â
He nods slowly, seeming to understand that this isnât just a spur-of-the-moment decision. âIâm sorry to hear that, Y/N. Weâll miss you around here.â
The finality of it all feels like a release, and as you walk out of the office for the last time, you feel a strange mix of sadness and relief. Youâre leaving behind everything youâd built, but youâre also walking away from the pain, from the betrayal. Itâs time to start over, to find yourself again. And you know exactly where you need to be.
With your suitcases in hand, you leave the apartment, the job, and the life youâd once loved, and head for the airport. This time, youâre going homeâfor good.
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The plane ride back to Korea feels like a dreamâa hazy, surreal blur where the reality of whatâs happened hasnât quite caught up with you. You stare out the window, watching as the city below grows closer, the familiar landscape bringing a wave of bittersweet nostalgia. Youâre going home, but not for the reasons you ever imagined.
You feel a wave of apprehension mixed with relief. You hadnât planned on returning home so abruptly, with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heart, and you certainly hadnât told anyone. You let yourself imagine how surprised your parents will be when you show up at the door unannounced. But you push the thought aside as you step into a cab, the familiar cityscape passing by in a blur.
The familiar street feels almost surreal as you pull up to your parentsâ house, the one you havenât seen in years. After everything thatâs happened, this was the only place that felt like it could hold you together. As you step out of the cab and stand in front of the door, the weight of your decision settles over you.Â
You take a deep breath and ring the bell. you stand at the door, hesitating. You havenât been here in so long, and everything looks just as it did beforeâyet somehow different. The door swings open to reveal your motherâs shocked face.
âY/N?â she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. âIs it really you?â
âItâs me, Mom,â you say, managing a small smile as she pulls you into a tight hug.Â
âOh, honey!â She squeezes you, almost as if to make sure youâre real, then steps back, looking you over with a mixture of joy and worry. âWhat are you doing here? We didnât know you were coming!â
âI know. I wanted it to be a surprise.â You look over her shoulder to see your father standing in the doorway, his expression just as bewildered.
âWell, come in, come in!â Your mother ushers you inside, closing the door behind you. Your father wraps you in a quick hug, his grip firm but gentle.
âWhat brings you back home so suddenly?â he asks, his voice tinged with concern. âWe thought youâd be busy with wedding plans.â
Your heart skips a beat, but you keep your expression steady. âYeah⌠I just needed to get away for a bit. I missed you both.â
Your mother gives you a searching look, sensing thereâs more to the story. âBut your wedding is only a month away. Is everything okay?â
âItâs fine,â you say quickly, forcing a smile. âDaniel and I decided to take a break. I just needed some space to think, so I thought itâd be nice to come home for a while.â
Your parents exchange glances, their worry deepening. âA break?â your father echoes. âThis close to the wedding?â
You take a deep breath, bracing yourself against the wave of emotion that threatens to break through. âYeah, it was a last-minute decision. But I promise, itâs nothing to worry about. I just⌠needed to clear my head.â
Your mother reaches out and takes your hand, her grip warm and reassuring. âWeâre here for you, sweetheart. You know that, right?â
âI know.â You squeeze her hand, grateful for their presence. âI just needed to be here. With you.â
Your father nods, his expression softening. âWell, youâre always welcome here. For as long as you need.â
 They settle into the familiar rhythm of conversation, asking about your flight and your plans, you find a small sense of comfort in their voices. But beneath it all, you can feel the questions they arenât asking, the truths youâre not yet ready to share. For now, you let their warmth surround you, clinging to it like a lifeline in the storm youâre still navigating alone.
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As the night settles in, you find yourself standing in the doorway of your childhood bedroom, heart pounding. It feels both familiar and foreign, the walls adorned with posters of your teenage dreams and the desk still cluttered with relics of late-night study sessions. You push the door open, stepping inside and allowing the memories to wash over you.Â
The bed is made, just as you left it all those years ago, with the comforter patterned in pastel colors and stuffed animals peeking out from under the pillows. You take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your childhoodâthe faint hint of lavender air freshener mixed with the familiar aroma of old books. Itâs comforting and painful all at once.
You sit on the edge of the bed, your mind drifts back to nights spent cramming for exams, the soft glow of the desk lamp illuminating pages of notes and textbooks. You remember laughing with your friends during late-night study sessions, the sound of their voices filling the air as you all shared dreams and plans for the future. Those were simpler times, before life became a tangled web of expectations and disappointments.
With each memory, a wave of nostalgia crashes over you, but the pain of your recent reality looms just beneath the surface. You can almost hear the echoes of your younger self, confident and excited about the future. Now, you feel like a shadow of that person, haunted by the weight of betrayal.
You shake your head, forcing a smile as you pull out your pajamas from your suitcase. No sense in dwelling on the past. You need to maintain the strong front youâve put on for your parents. They deserve to see you as the daughter whoâs come home, not the girl whose world has crumbled in a matter of weeks.
As you change into your pajamas, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirrorâyour eyes tired and a hint of sadness in your smile. But you quickly brush it aside, reminding yourself that you canât let them see how vulnerable you feel. Your parents have already expressed their concerns; you canât burden them with the truth just yet. You donât want to break their hearts with the reality of why youâre here.
Slipping under the covers, you take a moment to appreciate the softness of the sheets, the way they wrap around you like a warm embrace. You lie back, staring at the ceiling, and allow your thoughts to wander. You think of Daniel, of the way everything fell apart so quickly, and the ache in your chest sharpens. But you breathe through it, determined not to let the tears spill over.
Instead, you focus on the memories that fill this room, allowing yourself a brief moment of comfort before the darkness creeps back in. You can hear your motherâs soft footsteps in the hallway, her gentle voice drifting through the walls as she chats with your father. Theyâre worried about you, and you know it. But you refuse to let them see the cracks in your facade.Â
You close your eyes, the past and present collide in a whirlwind of emotion, but you push the chaos aside, seeking solace in the familiarity of your childhood sanctuary. Here, in this room, you can hold on to the illusion of safety, if only for a little while longer.
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The next morning, you wake up to the smell of something familiarâyour motherâs cooking. For a moment, you let yourself enjoy the simplicity of it, the warmth of home wrapping around you like a blanket. You push back the covers and head downstairs, where you find her bustling around the kitchen, setting the table like she used to when you were in high school.
âGood morning,â she says brightly as she sees you, her smile wide and welcoming. âI made your favoriteâjeon and kimchi jjigae. Figured you could use a nice breakfast after that long flight.â
âThanks, Mom.â You slide into a chair at the table, the normalcy of the moment grounding you. Itâs almost like the old days when everything was so simpleâjust you, your parents, and a quiet morning before the day truly began.
She sets a plate down in front of you, the scene feels like something out of the past. The kitchen hasnât changed, with the same floral curtains and the light clinking of dishes filling the quiet space. Itâs peaceful, almost enough to make you forget why youâre back.
You both fall into an easy conversationâtalking about small things like the weather, whatâs been happening in the neighborhood, and her latest gardening projects. She doesnât press about Daniel or the wedding, and youâre thankful for the reprieve. Youâre determined to keep up this front, to act like everythingâs fine, at least for now.
Just as you start to relax into the conversation, the front door flies open with a loud bang, and a familiar voice cuts through the morning calm.
âY/N!â
You look up just as Yeji storms into the kitchen, her expression a mix of excitement and disbelief.
âHow could you not tell me you were coming back?â she demands, standing with her hands on her hips as she glares at you in mock offense. âI had to hear it from our momâs call this morning! Do you know how betrayed I feel right now?â
You blink in surprise, a guilty smile tugging at your lips. âYeji, Iââ
âUnbelievable,â she cuts you off, shaking her head. âI thought we were best friends! Youâre lucky I love you.â
She strides over and pulls you into a tight hug before you can finish your sentence. You laugh softly, hugging her back. âIâm sorry, I didnât tell anyone. It was a last-minute thing.â
Yeji pulls away and gives you a playful glare. âYou owe me, big time.â
Your mother, who has been watching this entire exchange with an amused smile, shakes her head. âI told her she shouldâve called you first,â she teases, glancing between the two of you.
Yeji crosses her arms, looking at you expectantly. âWell, youâre here now, so spill. Whatâs going on? Why the sudden return?â
You feel the weight of her question hang in the air, but before you can figure out how to answer, your mom steps in.
âLet her eat first, Yeji,â she chides gently. âShe just got here yesterday.â
Yeji grumbles, taking a seat next to you with a dramatic sigh. âFine. But after breakfast, you better be ready to talk. No way youâre getting out of this.â
You smile, feeling the warmth of her friendship wrap around you, even as you dread the inevitable questions. For now, though, you focus on the food in front of you, allowing the conversation to flow around you like it used toâjust another morning in the house where everything was simple.
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âIm heading to the market to get stuff I need for tonightâs dinner. Iâll be back in a little,â Your mom tells you, walking out the door and closing it behind her.
Yeji narrows her eyes, tapping her fingers on the table. âOkay, Y/N. Enough stalling. Why are you really back? This close to the wedding? Whatâs going on with you and Daniel?â
You feel your stomach tighten, but you keep your face neutral, cutting a piece of pancake as if her question hasnât hit you like a punch to the gut. âI told you, I just wanted to visit. I missed everyone.â
Yeji isnât convinced. âY/N, donât give me that. You didnât even tell me you were coming back, and youâre usually texting me about every little thing. Now you show up out of nowhere, and weâre supposed to believe this is just a friendly visit?â
You meet her gaze, your heart pounding, but you force yourself to stay calm. âIt is. Thereâs nothing else to it.â
She raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âCome on. You and I both know somethingâs up. Was there a fight? Did Daniel do something?â
You shake your head quickly. âYeji, really. I just needed a break. Thatâs all.â
Yeji stares at you for a moment longer, waiting for you to crack, but when you donât, she throws her hands up in defeat. âFine. Keep your secrets. But mark my words, Iâll get it out of you one way or another.â
You breathe a silent sigh of relief as she finally drops the topic. Youâre not ready to talk about Daniel, or the betrayal that shattered everything. Not yet.
Yeji leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. âAnyway, speaking of things you havenât told me⌠have you seen Sunghoon yet?â
The question takes you off guard, and you look at her, surprised. âSunghoon?â
âYeah,â Yeji says, eyeing you with a knowing smirk. âYour other childhood bestie? The one whoâs still very much around? He lives next door, you know.â
You fidget with your fork, feeling an odd mix of emotions stir at the mention of his name. âNo, I havenât seen him yet.â
Yeji tilts her head. âReally? Youâve been here since yesterday and havenât run into him? Thatâs weird. Heâs practically part of your family.â
You shrug, trying to appear indifferent. âI got in late, and Iâve been busy with unpacking. Itâs not that surprising.â
Yeji chuckles. âHeâs going to be so mad you didnât tell him you were coming back either. Youâve got a lot of explaining to do, Y/N.â
You manage a small laugh, though the thought of seeing Sunghoon after all these years sends a small flutter of anxiety through you. Things with him had always been comfortable, easy, but after so long apart, youâre not sure what to expect. And after everything thatâs happened with Daniel, the idea of facing someone who knows you so well feels almost too raw.
âWell, good luck with that,â Yeji says, giving you a teasing smile. âYou know how he is. Heâs probably going to give you the cold shoulder for a bit.â
You force a grin, though youâre already dreading the inevitable reunion. âYeah. I guess Iâll deal with that when it happens.â
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Later that afternoon, feeling a bit restless from being inside all morning, you decide to take a walk to the nearby convenience store. The air is crisp and cool, and the quiet hum of the neighborhood feels calming. Itâs the kind of peace you missed during your years abroad, and for a moment, you let yourself relax, letting the familiar surroundings ease your mind.
As you approach the store, lost in thought, you nearly bump into someone coming out. You step back, about to apologize, when you realize who it is. Sunghoon.
Your heart stutters in your chest as you take in the sight of him. He looks the same, yet somehow different. Taller, more mature. His dark hair falls slightly over his eyes, and heâs dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, holding a bag of snacks in one hand. But itâs his expression that catches you off guardâcool, almost indifferent, as his eyes meet yours.
âSunghoon?â you say, trying to mask the awkwardness creeping into your voice. âI didnât think Iâd run into you here.â
He blinks, a brief flicker of surprise crossing his face before it quickly fades into something more guarded. âY/N,â he says, his tone even. âI heard you were back.â
Thereâs no warmth in his voice, no hint of the familiarity you used to share. The coldness of his reaction makes your stomach drop, and for a moment, you donât know what to say.
âYeah⌠I came back yesterday.â You offer a small, tentative smile, hoping to ease the tension. âIt was kind of a last-minute thing.â
Sunghoon nods, but his expression doesnât change. âI figured.â
You stand there awkwardly, the weight of the unspoken tension between you heavier than you expected. This wasnât how you thought it would go. He used to be one of your closest friends, someone you could talk to about anything. Now, it feels like youâre standing in front of a stranger.
âHave you been okay?â you ask, trying to bridge the gap between you.
âYeah, Iâve been fine.â His answer is short, clipped, as if heâs not interested in small talk.
The coldness in his voice stings, and you canât help but wonder if your sudden disappearance all those years ago had more of an impact on him than you realized. âItâs good to see you,â you offer, even though youâre not sure if itâs true anymore. âIâve missed everyone.â
âRight.â He looks past you, as if already ready to leave. âWell, welcome back.â
Thatâs it? No questions, no catching up, just⌠this? You feel your chest tighten, the conversation feeling colder by the second.Â
âThanks,â you manage to say, trying not to let his aloofness get to you. âI guess Iâll see you around?â
Sunghoon shrugs, his expression unreadable. âMaybe.âÂ
With that, he steps past you, walking away without another word, leaving you standing there, feeling strangely hollow. You watch him go, the distance between you now more than just physical. Itâs like thereâs a wall where there used to be a connection, and youâre not sure howâor ifâyouâll ever break through it again.
After your brief and awkward run-in with Sunghoon, you continue into the convenience store, your thoughts swirling. The encounter had left you unsettledâmore than you wanted to admit. Youâd expected maybe a little awkwardness after all these years, but not this cold, indifferent version of Sunghoon. The Sunghoon you remembered was always warm, protective, quick to tease you. Now, it felt like he couldnât care less that you were back.
You absentmindedly browse the aisles, picking up a few snacks and bottled water, you replay the conversation in your head. Every curt response, every emotionless glance. Was he mad? Hurt? Or had he just moved on with his life so much that your return didnât even register? You didnât expect everything to fall back into place after so many years, but you certainly didnât expect this.
You make your way to the counter, trying to push the thoughts away. Maybe itâs better not to overthink it. Youâve only been back for a dayâthings might take time to feel normal again. Or maybe youâve just been gone too long.
The cashier rings up your items, and you pay before stepping back outside into the cool autumn air. The sky is a soft gray, and a slight breeze carries the scent of falling leaves, a reminder that some things, at least, remain the same.
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On your way back home, your mind drifts to everything thatâs happened in the last few days. Youâd been so focused on escaping Daniel, on putting distance between you and the life youâd built with him in the U.S., that you hadnât really prepared yourself for how different everything might be back here.Â
You shake your head. This wasnât the time to spiral. One thing at a time.
When you reach your house, you feel a bit lighter, the familiarity of home giving you a sense of stability. As you open the door and step inside, your mother is in the living room, flipping through a magazine.
âHey, sweetie,â she greets with a smile, glancing up at you. âDid you get what you needed?â
âYeah, just a few things,â you reply, holding up the bag. âThought Iâd take a walk.â
âGood. Itâs nice to have you back home.â She pats the seat next to her on the couch, and you sit down, the warmth of the house and her presence comforting.
You try to focus on the moment, pushing aside the confusing encounter with Sunghoon for now. But it lingers in the back of your mind, like an unresolved thread, tugging at you no matter how hard you try to ignore it.
One day at a time, you remind yourself. You came back to Korea to heal. Whatever happens with Sunghoonâor anything elseâwill have to wait.
As you settle into the couch next to your mom, you finally let yourself relax a little. The warmth of the house, the quiet rhythm of the afternoonâit almost feels normal. But as you sit there, your mom glances at you with a casual smile, one that makes you wary.
âOh, I forgot to mention,â she says, flipping the magazine shut. âSunghoon and his parents are coming over for dinner tonight.â
You freeze, your fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the couch. âWhat?â
âYeah,â your mom continues, completely unaware of the tension that suddenly grips you. âIâve been meaning to invite them over, and I thought itâd be nice to have a little family dinner now that youâre back. You know how close we are with them.â
Your mind races. You had barely survived your run-in with Sunghoon at the convenience store, and now you were supposed to sit through an entire dinner with him? After how cold and distant heâd been? The thought alone makes your stomach twist.
âTonight?â you ask, trying to keep your voice even.
âMm-hmm,â your mom says, already getting up to head toward the kitchen. âIâm going to start prepping soon. Itâll be fun, donât you think? Just like old times.â
Fun wasnât exactly the word youâd use. âMom, Iââ
Before you can come up with an excuse, sheâs already busy listing out dishes. âI was thinking weâd do something simple. Maybe some bulgogi, kimchi, a few side dishes. Oh, and that japchae you love. Sunghoon always liked that, too.â
You rub your temples, feeling the weight of the situation settle on your shoulders. There was no getting out of this. Your mom had clearly put thought into this dinner, and after being away for so long, you didnât have the heart to tell her no.
âYeah⌠sounds great,â you manage to say, though your enthusiasm is clearly lacking.
âPerfect! Iâll get started now. Why donât you help me later with the table?â she says cheerfully, disappearing into the kitchen.
You sit there, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that in just a few hours, youâll be sitting across from Sunghoon at dinnerâawkward silences, tense glances, and all. Youâd thought you could avoid him for a while, at least until you figured out how to talk to him, but it seems the universe had other plans.
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Dinner time arrives faster than youâd hoped, and the pit in your stomach grows heavier with each passing minute. You spent the last hour helping your mom set the table, the familiar routine of laying out chopsticks and plates doing little to calm your nerves. Every time you hear a sound outside, your heart jumps, anticipating their arrival.
Finally, thereâs a knock at the door, followed by your fatherâs cheerful voice as he greets Sunghoon and his parents. You force a steadying breath, bracing yourself for the inevitable as they step inside.
âCome in, come in,â your mom calls from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel as she moves to greet them.
You stay rooted by the table, trying not to let your unease show. When you glance up, your eyes meet Sunghoonâs. His face is impassive, and though his parents are all smiles, he barely acknowledges you beyond a polite nod.
âY/N,â his mother beams, walking over to give you a warm hug. âItâs so wonderful to see you back home! You look so grown-up. How long has it been?â
You muster a smile as you hug her back. âItâs been a while, yeah. Iâve missed being here.â
Sunghoonâs dad shakes your hand with a broad smile. âYou were always such a good kid. Your parents must be thrilled to have you back.â
You nod, trying to keep the conversation light as you exchange pleasantries with Sunghoonâs parents. Meanwhile, Sunghoon himself stands near the doorway, hands in his pockets, looking anywhere but at you. The coldness from earlier lingers between you, thick and uncomfortable.
Your mom ushers everyone to the dining table, her excitement palpable as she serves the food. âLetâs all sit! Itâs so nice to have everyone together again.â
You find yourself seated across from Sunghoon, who remains quiet as the meal begins. His parents chat easily with your parents, exchanging updates on family matters and local gossip. You try to join in, but itâs hard to focus when you can feel Sunghoonâs presence directly in front of you, the weight of his silence pressing down.
At one point, his father glances at you, his smile genuine. âSo, Y/N, how long are you planning to stay? Iâm sure youâve got a busy life back in the States, with the wedding and all.â
You freeze, the mention of the wedding making your chest tighten. Youâd hoped it wouldnât come up, but of course, it was inevitable. All eyes turn to you, and you feel Sunghoonâs gaze on you now, sharp and watchful.
âOh⌠Iâm not sure yet,â you answer, trying to keep your voice steady. âI havenât really figured everything out.â
His mother looks over, curious. âArenât you worried about the wedding? Itâs only a month away, right?â
You swallow hard, avoiding Sunghoonâs gaze, which feels like a dagger from across the table. âI⌠I decided to take some time off. You know, to clear my head before everything gets hectic.â
Your parents exchange glances but donât press further, sensing that thereâs more to the story than youâre letting on. Sunghoonâs mother, however, isnât as easily deterred.
âWell, Iâm sure Danielâs missing you terribly,â she says with a laugh, clearly unaware of the tension her words cause. âYou two must be so excited about the big day!â
You feel your throat tighten, your fingers gripping the edge of your plate. Before you can figure out how to respond, Sunghoon finally speaks.
âMaybe we should give Y/N a break,â he says, his tone low but unmistakably cold. âShe just got back. No need to bombard her with questions about her wedding.â
Everyone goes silent for a moment, the shift in his tone catching them off guard. You glance up, surprised by his sudden defense of you, but when your eyes meet, his expression remains unreadable.Â
His mother blinks, a bit flustered. âOh, of course. I didnât mean to pry.â
âItâs fine,â you say quickly, trying to smooth over the tension. âReally. I just needed some time to think.â
Your father clears his throat, steering the conversation to a different topic, but the air remains thick with unspoken words. As dinner continues, you canât help but glance at Sunghoon, who stays quiet for the rest of the meal, his face hard, distant.
By the time dessert rolls around, youâre exhausted from keeping up the act. You want nothing more than to escape this table, to be anywhere but here, trapped between old memories and the unresolved tension that hangs over everything like a storm cloud.
Sunghoon may have spoken up for you, but the chill in his demeanor tells you everything you need to knowâhe hasnât forgiven you for leaving, and this dinner is just the beginning of whatever complicated mess lies ahead.
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After dinner, the weight of the evening presses on your chest, and you feel the overwhelming need for spaceâsomewhere away from the questions, the tension, and the relentless memories. Your parents chat casually in the living room with Sunghoonâs parents, but their laughter feels distant, like youâre no longer part of it. Excusing yourself quietly, you slip out of the house, letting the cool night air hit your skin as you walk down the quiet, familiar streets.
You find yourself heading to the park where you, Sunghoon, and Yeji used to play as kids. The old swings, the jungle gym, even the worn-out slideâitâs all still there, untouched by time. The memories of those carefree days flood back, bittersweet in their simplicity. You push down the ache in your chest and sit on one of the swings, the creak of the chains loud in the stillness of the night.
The moon hangs low, casting a pale glow over the empty park. You let yourself swing gently, the motion soothing, but your thoughts are anything but calm. Everything is swirlingâDaniel, the wedding that wonât happen, your sudden return home, and the wall Sunghoonâs built between you since the moment you saw him again.
Lost in your thoughts, you donât hear him approach until heâs already there. The soft crunch of his footsteps on the gravel pulls you from your reverie, and you glance to your side, startled to see Sunghoon standing there, his expression unreadable. He doesnât say anything at first, just looks at you for a moment before settling onto the swing next to you.
For a long while, neither of you speaks. The silence stretches between you, thick and uncomfortable, but somehow familiarâlike the many quiet nights youâd spent together here as kids. Back then, silence was easy. Now, itâs loaded with everything you havenât said, everything thatâs changed.
Finally, you break the quiet, your voice barely above a whisper. âI didnât think youâd follow me.â
Sunghoon doesnât look at you, his gaze fixed on the ground as he kicks at the dirt with his shoe. âI didnât think I would either,â he admits, his voice flat. âBut here I am.â
You glance at him from the corner of your eye, trying to gauge his mood. The coldness from earlier lingers in the air between you, but thereâs something else tooâsomething softer, more hesitant, like heâs struggling with whateverâs on his mind.
The gentle creak of the swings is the only sound for a few more moments, until he finally speaks again, his tone low and distant. âYou left,â he says, his words simple but heavy. âNo warning. No goodbyes.â
Your stomach twists at the accusation, but you canât deny it. âI know,â you say quietly, gripping the chains of the swing a little tighter. âIâm sorry.â
He lets out a small, bitter laugh. âYeah, well, that doesnât exactly change anything, does it?â
You wince, the sharp edge in his voice cutting deeper than you expected. âSunghoon, I didnât mean to just disappear. Things were⌠complicated.â
âComplicated?â He finally turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. âYou couldnât have called? Texted? I had to hear from my parents that you were moving to the U.S. And now, after years of nothing, you just show up out of nowhere, acting like everythingâs fine?â
You bite your lip, the guilt weighing heavily on you. âI didnât mean to hurt you. I just⌠I needed to get away. From everything. And then⌠life happened.â
Sunghoon shakes his head, his jaw clenching. âYouâre always running away, Y/N. You did it back then, and now youâre doing it again. What happened with Daniel? Did he screw up, and now youâre back here hiding?â
His words strike a nerve, and you feel your chest tighten. âItâs not like that,â you say defensively, though a part of you wonders if heâs right.Â
âIsnât it?â he presses, his voice sharp. âYouâre back here, pretending everythingâs okay when clearly, itâs not.â
You turn away, the pain and frustration bubbling up inside you. âYou donât know what Iâve been through, Sunghoon. Itâs not that simple.â
For a moment, he stays silent, the tension between you thick and suffocating. Then, he sighs, the anger seeming to drain out of him. âYouâre right. I donât know. Because you never told me.â
You look over at him, and for the first time since youâve been back, you see something in his eyes that isnât coldness or angerâjust hurt. The years youâve spent apart, the silence between youâitâs all built up into this wall that neither of you knows how to tear down.
âI didnât mean for it to be like this,â you whisper, the weight of the years catching up to you. âI just⌠I needed to figure things out. And now, I donât know how to fix it.â
Sunghoon looks away, his expression softening, though the hurt still lingers. âMaybe itâs not about fixing things,â he says quietly. âMaybe itâs just about being honest. With me. With yourself.â
You donât know how to respond, the truth of his words settling heavily on your chest. The silence returns, but this time it feels differentânot as cold, not as distant. You both sit there, side by side, swinging gently in the cool night air, the echoes of your childhood swirling around you.
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The walk back home from the park is quiet, but itâs a different kind of silence nowâless charged, more reflective. Sunghoon walks beside you, his hands in his pockets, and though neither of you speaks, thereâs a tentative sense of peace settling between you.
The night air feels lighter as you near your house, and you glance over at him, wondering if this fragile understanding between you will last. Just as youâre about to say something, you hear itâa voice calling your name from across the street.Â
âY/N!â
You freeze, your heart skipping a beat at the sound of Danielâs voice. Itâs impossible. He shouldnât be here. Slowly, you turn, and there he is, standing under a streetlight, his face a mixture of desperation and determination.
âY/N, wait!â he calls again, hurrying toward you, his voice strained with urgency.
You can feel your blood run cold as he approaches. Sunghoon stiffens beside you, his gaze hardening the moment he sees Daniel. You swallow, taking an instinctive step back, every muscle in your body tensing as the man youâd left behind in the U.S. closes the distance between you.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â you manage, your voice shaking with equal parts disbelief and anger.
Danielâs eyes are pleading, his hands reaching out like heâs trying to reel you back in. âI came to find you. To explain everything. I messed up, Y/N, but we can fix this. You canât just run away like this.â
Sunghoon moves slightly closer to you, his presence a shield as you stand frozen, trying to process the surreal scene unfolding in front of you. The front door to your house swings open, and your parents step out, concern etched across their faces. They must have heard the commotion from inside.
âY/N? Whatâs going on out here?â your mother asks, her gaze moving between you, Daniel, and Sunghoon. Your father follows, frowning deeply as he takes in the scene.
Daniel seems to seize the moment, stepping toward you again. âI made a mistake, okay? I know I hurt you, but we can work this out. We were so close to the wedding, Y/N. Donât throw it all away because of one mistake.â
The words hit you like a punch to the gut, the weight of the betrayal crashing down on you all over again. Your motherâs eyes widen as she glances between the two of you. âWhat⌠mistake?â she asks slowly, her voice tight with worry.
You donât want to say it. You donât want to admit it in front of your parents, in front of Sunghoon, but the truth is too heavy to keep inside any longer. You take a deep breath, your voice trembling as the words finally spill out.
âHe cheated,â you say, your voice breaking slightly. âWith someone else. Thatâs why I left.â
The air seems to freeze around you. Your mother gasps, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. Your fatherâs expression hardens, his eyes narrowing as he stares at Daniel. And Sunghoon⌠Sunghoonâs fists clench at his sides, the barely restrained anger radiating off him in waves.
âHow dare you?â your fatherâs voice is like steel, cold and furious. âHow dare you come here after what youâve done?â
Daniel takes a step back, looking genuinely shaken by the fury directed at him. âIt was a mistake,â he insists, his voice desperate. âIt didnât mean anything. I love Y/N, and weâre supposed to be getting married. I justâI want to fix things.â
Your mother, usually calm and collected, is trembling with emotion. âYou think you can fix this?â she demands, her voice rising. âAfter what youâve done to her? After breaking her heart like this?â
You feel Sunghoonâs hand on your arm, a silent gesture of support as everything unfolds around you. His voice is low, but every word drips with barely controlled fury. âYou think you can just show up here and make everything better? She doesnât need you anymore. Get lost.â
âStay out of this. Itâs none of your business.â Daniel tells sunghoon, his jaw clenching at the sight of him pleading for forgiveness.
Daniel looks between you and your parents, his panic growing. âY/N, please,â he pleads. âWeâve been through so much together. You canât just-
Your father steps forward now, his voice firm and filled with authority. âGet off my property,â he says, his eyes narrowing as he stares down Daniel. âYouâve done enough damage.â
Daniel looks panicked, his desperation clear as he looks at you one last time. âY/Nââ
âGo,â you say quietly, your voice steady despite the turmoil in your heart. âJust⌠go.â
Sunghoon is still fuming beside you, but he doesnât move. He waits, fists clenched, as Daniel hesitates for a moment longer before finally turning and walking back down the street. His footsteps fade into the night, leaving behind an unbearable silence.
Your parents stand by the door, your motherâs hand on your fatherâs arm as they watch you carefully. Sunghoon stands stiffly beside you, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.
âIâm so sorry you had to find out like this,â you murmur, mostly to Sunghoon. He turns to look at you, his expression softening ever so slightly. Thereâs still anger in his eyes, but beneath it, you see something elseâconcern, hurt, maybe even guilt for not knowing sooner.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â he asks, his voice low, but thereâs no accusation in his tone. Just quiet frustration and sadness.
You swallow hard, the weight of everything finally hitting you. âI didnât want anyone to know,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper. âI just⌠I couldnât.â
Sunghoonâs gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he finally lets out a slow breath. He doesnât say anything, but the tension between you begins to ease. Slowly, the weight on your chest starts to lift, even if only a little.
As the tense moment begins to settle, your parents usher everyone back inside, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief. Sunghoon follows you quietly, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a somber silence. Inside, the atmosphere is heavy with unspoken words and lingering shock from Daniel's unexpected visit.
Your mother offers tea, her hands trembling slightly as she pours, trying to find some semblance of normalcy in the midst of the chaos. Sunghoon remains quiet, his eyes fixed on his tea as he sits opposite you at the kitchen table. The air feels charged with unresolved tension, each passing second stretching the fragile peace thinner.
âI canât believe he had the audacity to show up here,â your father finally breaks the silence, his voice rough with suppressed anger. âAfter what he did to you.â
You nod silently, unable to find the words to explain or justify Danielâs actions. The betrayal still feels fresh, the wound reopened by his sudden appearance.
Sunghoon finally speaks, his voice calm but tinged with an edge you canât quite place. âWhy didnât you tell me?â His eyes meet yours, searching for answers. âYou could have⌠I could have helped.â
You swallow hard, the guilt weighing heavily on you. âI didnât want to burden anyone,â you admit quietly. âAnd I didnât want you to hate me.â
Sunghoonâs expression softens slightly, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. âI could never hate you,â he says softly, his gaze unwavering. âBut I hate seeing you hurt.â
Your heart clenches at his words, a mixture of relief and sadness washing over you. âIâm sorry,â is all you manage to say, the weight of your emotions threatening to spill over.
Your mother places a gentle hand on your shoulder, offering silent comfort. âSweetheart, you donât have to apologize,â she says softly, her eyes filled with maternal concern. âWeâre just glad youâre home now.â
The tears youâd been holding back finally spill over, and you let out a shaky breath. âI just⌠I needed to come back,â you admit, the truth finally surfacing. âEverything fell apart, and I didnât know where else to go.â
Sunghoon reaches across the table, his hand hesitating for a moment before gently covering yours. His touch is warm and reassuring, grounding you in the midst of turmoil. âYouâre home now,â he says quietly, his voice steady. âAnd weâre here for you.â
You nod gratefully, overwhelmed by the support of your family and the unexpected comfort from Sunghoon. Despite everything, a sense of relief washes over youâthe first glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, you can begin to heal.
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The evening wears on, the tension gradually easing as conversations shift from the shock of Danielâs visit to lighter topics. Your parents share stories of neighbors and friends, trying to lighten the mood, while Sunghoon remains by your side, a silent presence that speaks volumes.
As the night draws to a close, you find yourself standing at the front door with Sunghoon, the faint glow of streetlights casting shadows around you. He looks at you, his eyes soft with unspoken understanding.
âThank you,â you say quietly, breaking the silence between you. âFor everything.â
Sunghoon offers a small smile, his hand brushing yours briefly. âYou donât have to thank me,â he replies gently. âIâm just glad youâre okay.â
You take a deep breath, the weight on your shoulders a little lighter than before. âI think Iâm going to be,â you admit, a tentative smile tugging at your lips.
Sunghoonâs smile widens slightly, a hint of relief in his eyes. âGood,â he says softly. âAnd if you ever need anything⌠Iâm just a phone call away.. Iâm also right next door.â
With a small smile, he turns to leave, and you watch him disappear into his house, a sense of gratitude filling your heart. As you close the door behind you and lean against it, you realize that while things may still be uncertain, youâre not facing them alone anymore. And for now, thatâs enough.
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Over the next few weeks, life began to settle into a routine, the shock of your sudden return starting to fade into the background. Each day, you found yourself easing back into the rhythm of your old life in ways you hadnât expected. It was strange at first, being in your childhood home again, but soon it began to feel familiarâcomforting, even. The late-night conversations with your mom, your dadâs predictable quips over breakfast, the peaceful quiet of your small neighborhood.
And then, there was Sunghoon.
At first, things between you remained cautious and quiet, both of you still navigating the unfamiliar territory of this new chapter in your lives. But bit by bit, as the days passed, the invisible walls that had sprung up between you began to crumble.
It started small. A casual conversation as you bumped into each other outside, a shared glance when you both found yourselves at the convenience store at the same time. Each interaction felt like a tentative step back toward something you thought was lost.
You had always been able to talk to Sunghoon so easily, and it wasnât long before the old rhythm between you began to resurface. The awkward tension that had once hung over you melted away, replaced by the comfortable ease youâd always shared. Whether it was a quick coffee at the cafĂŠ you used to frequent as teenagers, or the impromptu walks around the neighborhood, it felt like the years apart had never happened. The quiet moments spent together became familiar again, and with them came a warmth you hadnât realized you missed.
One afternoon, you were both sitting in the park where you used to spend hours as kids, watching the leaves fall as autumn began to set in. Sunghoon glanced over at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âRemember when we used to race to see who could swing the highest?â he asked, his tone light but nostalgic.
You laughed, nodding as memories of your childhood flooded back. âYou always won. I swear you had superpowers or something.â
He chuckled softly, his gaze shifting to the old swingset. âI wasnât that fast. You were just slow.â
You nudged him playfully, rolling your eyes. âSays the guy who fell off the monkey bars twice trying to impress Yeji.â
Sunghoon winced dramatically, rubbing the back of his neck as if the memory still stung. âYeah, well⌠not one of my finer moments.â
Moments like these became more frequent. The playful banter, the shared laughs, the easy way you slipped back into each otherâs livesâit all felt natural, as if no time had passed. And with each passing day, the bond between you grew stronger, echoing the closeness you had once shared as children.
Some days, youâd find yourselves sitting on the porch steps of your house, talking until the sun dipped below the horizon. Other days, youâd meet up for late-night snacks at the convenience store, a habit that reminded you of your carefree teenage days.
But it wasnât just about the nostalgia or the familiarity. There was something deeper now, something unspoken but present in the way he looked at you or the way his gaze lingered a little longer than before. It was subtle, but undeniable.
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One evening, as you both sat under the stars in your backyard, Sunghoon turned to you, his expression thoughtful. âItâs weird, isnât it?â he said quietly.
You looked at him, curious. âWhat is?â
He hesitated for a moment, then shrugged lightly. âHow everything changes but somehow stays the same.â
You knew what he meant. The years had changed both of you, but sitting there with him, it felt like you were slipping back into the simplicity of what you had beforeâbefore life got complicated, before youâd left, before everything.
âYeah,â you agreed softly. âBut in a good way.â
He smiled at that, his gaze meeting yours for a brief, charged moment. âIn a good way,â he repeated quietly.
And just like that, the past weeks had brought you closer to him again. It felt like the Sunghoon you knewâyour childhood best friendâwas back in your life, but with something more layered beneath the surface now. The bond you shared had always been special, but as the days passed, you began to realize it wasnât just about the past. It was about the present, about where you were both headed next.
Little by little, it felt like old times, but it also felt like something new was beginning to bloom between you. Something you werenât ready to name yet, but couldnât deny.
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Sunghoon had always been good at hiding his feelings. Through all the years of friendship, he kept his crush buried deep, tucked away in the corners of his heart. It was easier that way. You had always been oblivious to it, lost in your own world of school, dreams, and later, the whirlwind of your life in the U.S. But now, with you back in his life after years apart, those old, buried feelings were starting to resurface, no matter how hard he tried to keep them at bay.
He remembered high school all too well. You were both juniors, sitting together at the school library late into the evening, pretending to study but really just talking about everything and nothing. Heâd watch you as you rambled on about whatever topic had captured your interest that day, completely unaware of the way his gaze would linger on your face, his heart doing that stupid fluttering thing whenever you laughed.
He could still recall one particular moment as clear as day. You had been struggling with an essay, the stress getting to you, and Sunghoon had tried to help. Youâd glanced up at him, frustration in your eyes, and heâd frozen. For a second, he swore his heart had stopped altogether. You were wearing his jacket that day because youâd forgotten yours at home, and he couldnât focus on anything but how right it looked on you. How much he wanted to tell you that you could keep it forever.
But instead, heâd just shrugged, offering a teasing, âMaybe youâre overthinking it. Itâs not a love letter or anything.â
You had thrown your pencil at him, rolling your eyes. âThanks for the help, genius,â youâd muttered with a laugh, completely oblivious to the way his heart had been racing just from sitting so close to you.
And that was how it always was. You, perfectly unaware. Him, painfully aware.
Now, as he spent more time with you, it was like those feelings had never left. Theyâd just been waiting, buried but not forgotten, and the longer you were back, the harder it became to ignore them. He found himself watching you again, the way he had back in high schoolâonly this time, it felt different. You were different. More grown, more guarded, but still the same girl heâd fallen for all those years ago.
The late-night walks, the quiet conversations under the stars, the way you leaned on him like you used toâall of it was stirring something in him. He tried to tell himself it was just nostalgia, that he was just getting caught up in the past, but the truth was, it was more than that.
It was the way you smiled when you caught him off guard, the way your laughter sounded like home, the way you instinctively reached for him whenever you needed comfort. It all felt too familiar, too easy, and too real.
One evening, as you both sat on the porch steps of your house, watching the sunset, Sunghoon glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. You were talking about something from work, your voice soft, but he wasnât really listening. His mind was somewhere elseâstuck on the way you looked in the fading light, like the girl heâd spent all of high school silently pining over.
It hit him then, harder than he expected, that those feelings hadnât gone anywhere. Not really. He had just buried them because heâd thought he had to. But now, sitting here with you again, laughing like you always did, he wondered if maybe those feelings never really had a chance to fade.
âSunghoon?â you asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.
âHuh?â He blinked, trying to focus on what you were saying.
âYou okay?â You tilted your head, giving him that look you always did when you could tell something was off.
âYeah, just spaced out,â he lied, offering a small smile.
You didnât push, but you gave him a soft smile in return, nudging him playfully. âYouâre not very good at pretending to listen.â
He chuckled, shaking his head. âSorry. Iâll do better next time.â
But as you laughed and went on with your story, Sunghoon couldnât stop the thoughts racing through his mind. How long could he keep pretending that nothing had changed? That his heart wasnât pulling him back to the same place it had always been?
It was different now, though. You werenât just the girl heâd fallen for in high school. You were the woman who had been through heartbreak, who had returned home looking for something familiar, something safe. And despite everything, Sunghoon realized that he still wanted to be that for you. He wanted to be the person you turned toânot just as a friend, but maybe something more.
But the question remained, did you see him that way, or would you always just see the boy next door, your childhood best friend?
His feelings had always been intenseâhe knew that much. But what he didnât expect was how overwhelming theyâd become now that you were back in his life. It wasnât just nostalgia or some fleeting crush he could brush off. No, this ran deeper, more complicated than he was willing to admit. Every time he was near you, his heart ached with the weight of everything heâd kept hidden for so long.
And thatâs why he started avoiding you.
It wasnât something he planned, but he couldnât help it. The more time you spent together, the harder it became to act like everything was normal. Like he wasnât on the verge of telling you exactly how he felt, of confessing that these feelings had never gone away. But how could he? Youâd just come out of one of the worst situations imaginable, and Sunghoon knew you needed time to heal. The last thing he wanted was to complicate things with his feelings, especially when you were clearly not ready for it.
So he pulled back.
It started with small thingsâcanceled plans, excuses about being busy with work, avoiding your messages for a little longer than usual. He didnât want to lie to you, but he also couldnât keep pretending that everything was fine. Every time he saw you, he felt like he was standing on the edge of something he wasnât ready for, and he knew you werenât either.
Yeji noticed first.
âYouâve been acting weird,â she said one evening as they grabbed coffee together. She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes at him. âWhatâs going on?â
Sunghoon shrugged, avoiding her gaze as he sipped his drink. âNothing. Just busy.â
Yeji scoffed. âBusy, huh? Is that why youâve been dodging Y/Nâs calls too?â
He flinched at that, his grip tightening on his cup. Of course, Yeji would notice. She was sharp like thatâalways had been.
âYouâre being ridiculous, you know,â she continued, crossing her arms. âSheâs your best friend. She just got back after everything with Daniel, and youâre avoiding her? Whatâs your problem?â
Sunghoon sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. âIâm not avoiding her,â he mumbled, though he knew it wasnât true.
Yeji raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âReally? Because thatâs what it looks like from where Iâm standing.â
He stayed quiet, unsure of how to explain what was going on in his head. How could he possibly tell Yeji the truth when he hadnât even come to terms with it himself?
âLook, I get it,â Yeji said after a moment, her voice softening. âSheâs been through a lot, and maybe you think giving her space is the right thing to do. But Sunghoon, she needs you. You two have always been there for each other. Whatâs really going on?â
Sunghoon glanced up at her, his chest tight with the weight of what he was about to say. âItâs just⌠complicated.â
Yejiâs eyes widened slightly, as if realizing something. âOh my God. You still like her, donât you?â
The words hung in the air between them, heavy and undeniable. Sunghoon didnât answer at first, but the look on his face mustâve said enough because Yeji leaned back in her chair, her expression softening.
âYou never got over her,â she said quietly.
Sunghoon sighed again, feeling like the dam heâd been holding back was starting to crack. âNo,â he admitted, his voice low. âI never did.â
Yeji didnât say anything for a long moment, just watching him with a mixture of sympathy and understanding. Finally, she leaned forward, her tone gentle but firm. âYou know youâre gonna have to deal with this, right? Avoiding her isnât going to make it go away.â
âI know,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair. âBut itâs not that simple. Sheâs been through so much, Yeji. She doesnât need me coming in and messing everything up with how I feel.â
âShe needs her best friend,â Yeji countered. âYouâre not going to mess anything up by being there for her.â
âBut itâs more than that,â Sunghoon said, his voice tight. âI donât just want to be her best friend, Yeji. I want⌠more. And if I tell her that now, when sheâs still dealing with everything from Daniel, what if I make things worse?â
Yeji leaned back, crossing her arms again as she considered his words. âSunghoon,â she said after a beat, her voice gentle but serious, âyouâre not going to ruin anything by being honest with her. But youâre rightâsheâs not ready for something like that right now. So maybe you donât need to tell her everything just yet. But avoiding her? Thatâs not the answer either.â
Sunghoon frowned, knowing she was right but still feeling conflicted. âI just⌠I donât want to hurt her,â he said quietly.
âI know,â Yeji said softly. âBut trust me, youâre hurting her more by pulling away.â
Sunghoon looked down at his hands, feeling the weight of her words settle over him. He didnât want to hurt you, not after everything youâd already been through. But how could he face you when he could barely manage to keep his feelings under control?
âI just need some time,â he said, almost to himself. âTo figure this out.â
Yeji sighed but nodded, though her expression remained concerned. âJust donât take too long. Sheâs going to notice somethingâs off.â
Sunghoon nodded slowly, knowing deep down that Yeji was right. But for now, he wasnât sure what else to do. All he knew was that the feelings he had buried for so long were clawing their way back to the surface, and no matter how much he wanted to, he couldnât ignore them forever.Â
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The next few days felt different. You couldnât quite put your finger on it, but something was off with Sunghoon. He was distantâmore than usual. Whenever you tried to hang out like old times, he found an excuse. Too busy with work, too tired from errands, too anything but here.
At first, you tried to ignore it. Maybe he really was busy. Maybe it was just a phase. After all, coming back had changed a lot, for everyone. But the more it happened, the more unsettled you became. You werenât used to Sunghoon being like this, and you couldnât help but wonder if youâd done something wrong.
The morning after your last attempt to make plans, you found yourself sitting at the kitchen table, picking at breakfast while your mind raced. Your mom was bustling around, wiping the counters and humming softly to herself.
âYou look distracted, honey,â she said, glancing over at you. âEverything okay?â
You forced a smile, nodding. âYeah, just thinking.â
Your mom raised an eyebrow, giving you that knowing look she always did when she didnât quite believe you. âDoes this have anything to do with why Sunghoonâs been acting so strange?â
You blinked, caught off guard. âWhat?â
âCome on, Y/N,â she said, turning to face you with a small smile. âIâve known that boy his whole life. Heâs always been so close to you, but lately, heâs been keeping his distance. Somethingâs bothering him, and I think it might have to do with you.â
Your heart sank at her words, and suddenly, all the little things youâd been trying to ignore came rushing to the surface. You hadnât imagined it. Sunghoon was pulling away.
âI donât know, Mom,â you mumbled, fiddling with the edge of your napkin. âHeâs been busy, I guess.â
âMaybe,â she said thoughtfully, âbut busy doesnât explain why he avoids you whenever you come over. I donât think this is about work.â
You stared down at your plate, your chest tightening. The thought of losing Sunghoonâs presence after everything that had happened made your stomach twist. Heâd always been your rockâthe one person who understood you better than anyone. If he was pulling away, what did that mean?
âIâll talk to him,â you said softly, more to yourself than to your mom.
âGood,â your mom said with a warm smile. âIâm sure itâs nothing a good conversation canât fix.â
But as you made your way upstairs to get ready, you couldnât shake the feeling that it wasnât going to be that simple. Sunghoon wasnât the type to pull away without a reason, and you had a sinking suspicion that whatever was going on, it wasnât something heâd be willing to talk about easily.
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Later that afternoon, you found yourself sitting outside on the porch, staring off into the distance as you tried to make sense of it all. The crisp autumn air brushed against your skin, the quiet neighborhood almost too peaceful for the storm of emotions swirling inside you. The longer you thought about it, the more frustrated you became.
Sunghoon wasnât just distantâhe was avoiding you. And that hurt more than you were willing to admit. Youâd been through so much already, and now it felt like you were losing the one person whoâd always been there for you.
Determined not to let this go on any longer, you decided to confront him. You grabbed your phone, quickly typing out a message.
Hey, are you free to talk?
You stared at the screen, waiting for a reply, your heart pounding in your chest. Minutes passed, and just when you thought he might not respond, your phone buzzed.
Busy today. Maybe another time?
Your frustration flared. You knew he wasnât that busy. This was just another excuse.
Without thinking, you typed back.
Sunghoon, whatâs going on? Youâve been avoiding me for days. Did I do something wrong?
You hit send, your fingers trembling slightly. The silence that followed felt suffocating, each passing second adding to the weight in your chest.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his reply came.
No, you didnât do anything wrong. Iâm just⌠dealing with some stuff. Iâll explain later.
You frowned at the vague response, feeling even more confused. What kind of âstuffâ was he dealing with that he couldnât even talk to you about it? You started typing another message but stopped, realizing that pushing him wouldnât help. If he wasnât ready to talk, there wasnât much you could do.
But that didnât make the sting of his distance any less painful.
You put your phone down, staring out at the quiet street once more. Sunghoon was hiding somethingâsomething big. And no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself it wasnât your fault, you couldnât shake the feeling that it was connected to you.
For the rest of the day, your mind wouldnât let it go. What could possibly make him pull away like this? You had no idea what was going on with him, but one thing was clear: you needed to get to the bottom of it. Because the longer this went on, the more it felt like you were losing him. And you couldnât bear the thought of that, not nowânot after everything youâd been through.
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The next few days were a blur of half-hearted attempts to distract yourself, but Sunghoonâs distance lingered at the back of your mind. Each time you saw him, whether by chance or at family gatherings, it felt like there was this invisible wall between you two, and it hurt more than you wanted to admit.
He wasnât avoiding you entirely, but something was definitely off. The easy-going conversations you used to have were now strained. He barely looked at you, his responses shorter, and you couldnât help but notice how he always found some reason to leave early.
It was Saturday afternoon when Yeji invited you out for coffee. Sheâd noticed the tension too, but unlike you, she wasnât willing to let it slide.
âSo, you and Sunghoon,â she said as soon as you sat down, not even bothering with small talk. âWhatâs going on?â
You blinked, surprised by her directness. âWhat do you mean?â
Yeji gave you a look, crossing her arms. âYou know exactly what I mean, Y/N. Heâs been acting weird since you got back, and donât even try to tell me you havenât noticed.â
You sighed, staring down at your drink. âI donât know. Iâve tried to talk to him, but he just says heâs dealing with stuff. He wonât tell me whatâs wrong.â
Yeji tilted her head, her eyes narrowing in thought. âYou think itâs about Daniel?â she asks you, trying to allude to something more.
The mention of his name made your chest tighten. âI donât know. Maybe? He was weird even before he knew about Daniel.â
âHmm.â Yeji leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. âThat boyâs always been complicated, but Iâve never seen him this off with you. Itâs like heâs avoiding somethingâsomething big.â
You frowned, feeling even more lost. âBut what? What could it be? I didnât do anything.â
Yeji tapped her fingers on the table, her gaze thoughtful. âMaybe itâs not about something you did. Maybe itâs something heâs dealing with.â
You shook your head. âHe wonât talk to me about it. He just keeps saying heâs busy, but itâs more than that. I can feel it.â
âOf course itâs more than that,â Yeji said, her voice firm. âSunghoonâs always been a terrible liar. Heâs hiding something, and my guess? It has something to do with how he feels about you.â
You blinked, staring at her in confusion. âWhat? What do you mean?â
Yeji sighed, giving you a soft smile. âCome on, Y/N. You really think heâs just your childhood best friend? That boy has been in love with you since high school.â
Your stomach dropped at her words. âNo, he hasnât,â you said quickly, shaking your head. âWeâre just friends. Heâs neverââ
âHeâs never told you,â Yeji finished for you, her tone gentle but serious. âBut trust me, itâs been there. Heâs always liked you, but he never acted on it because he didnât want to ruin what you two had. And now, with everything youâve been through, heâs probably even more scared of saying something.â
You stared at her, stunned into silence. The idea of Sunghoon having feelings for youâreal feelingsâhad never crossed your mind. Sure, youâd always been close, but heâd never given you any reason to think it was more than that. Right?
Yeji sighed, reaching across the table to pat your hand. âLook, Iâm not saying you have to do anything about it. But you need to talk to him. Heâs avoiding you because he doesnât know how to handle what heâs feeling. And im truly so sick of him moping around like a puppy.
You swallowed hard, your mind racing. Was it true? Had Sunghoon really been hiding his feelings all this time? And if he had, what did that mean for you? You couldnât even begin to process the possibility, not after everything that had happened with Daniel. You werenât ready for thisâcouldnât be.
âI donât know,â you mumbled, feeling overwhelmed. âI donât even know if Iâm ready to talk about it.â
Yeji gave you a sympathetic smile. âI get it. But Sunghoon is your best friend, and if you donât at least clear the air, this is just going to keep getting worse. Whatever happens, you both deserve to be honest with each other.â
You nodded slowly, knowing deep down that she was right. Avoiding the situation wasnât helping anyone. If Sunghoon was really struggling with his feelings, the least you could do was try to talk to him about it. But even as you told yourself that, a knot of anxiety settled in your chest.
Because if Sunghoon really had feelings for you, this was going to change everything. And after everything youâd already been through, you werenât sure if you were ready for more change.
But one thing was clear: something had to give. You couldnât keep pretending like everything was normal when it so clearly wasnât.
âIâll talk to him,â you finally said, your voice quiet but determined.
Yeji smiled, squeezing your hand. âGood. Youâll figure it out.â
But as you sat there, sipping your coffee and trying to keep your thoughts from spiraling, you couldnât shake the feeling that things were about to get a lot more complicated.
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That night, you found yourself staring at your phone, Sunghoonâs contact pulled up, your thumb hovering over the call button. The weight of Yejiâs words hung heavy in your mindâheâs always liked youâand the longer you thought about it, the more restless you became.
What if it was true? What if Sunghoon had been hiding his feelings all this time? The idea seemed impossible, but then again, youâd never imagined him pulling away like this either.
With a frustrated sigh, you locked your phone and tossed it onto the bed, running your hands through your hair. You couldnât just call him out of the blue. It had to be face-to-face. You had to know for sure, but the thought of confronting him sent a surge of anxiety through your chest. What would you even say?
Unable to stand the suffocating silence of your room, you grabbed your jacket and slipped out of the house, your feet carrying you in a familiar direction. The night air was cool against your skin as you headed toward the parkâthe same park where you, Sunghoon, and Yeji had spent countless afternoons as kids.
It was quiet when you arrived, the swing set creaking gently in the breeze. You hesitated for a moment before sitting down on one of the swings, the chains groaning under your weight as you gently kicked at the dirt beneath your feet. Memories of your childhood came flooding backâthe three of you racing to the swings, fighting over who could go higher, laughing until your sides hurt.
And then, Sunghoonâs face flashed in your mindâhis shy smile, his teasing words, the way heâd always looked out for you, even when you didnât realize it. Could Yeji really be right? Had he been feeling this way for years?
You were so lost in thought that you didnât hear the footsteps approaching until someone sat down on the swing next to you. You looked up, startled, only to see Sunghoon, his expression unreadable as he stared ahead.
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you heavy and awkward. You werenât sure whether to be relieved or more anxious that heâd found you here.
âI didnât think youâd be out this late,â Sunghoon finally said, his voice quiet.
âI couldnât sleep,â you replied, your fingers curling around the swingâs chain. âNeeded some air.â
He nodded, his gaze still fixed on the horizon. âMe too.â
You wanted to ask himâneeded toâbut the words felt stuck in your throat. Instead, you sat there, side by side in silence, the tension between you growing thicker with each passing second.
Finally, you couldnât take it anymore. âSunghoon, whatâs going on?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He didnât answer right away. His jaw clenched, his hands gripping the chains of his swing tightly. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost strained. âIâve been trying to figure that out myself.â
Your heart skipped a beat at the cryptic response. âIs it me?â you asked, turning to face him fully. âDid I do something wrong?â
His eyes snapped to yours, wide and alarmed. âNo, Y/N, you didnât do anything wrong.â
âThen why are you avoiding me?â you pressed, frustration bubbling to the surface. âYouâve been acting so strange ever since I came back. I donât get it.â
Sunghoon sighed, his gaze dropping to the ground as he raked a hand through his hair. âItâs not that simple.â
âThen explain it to me,â you said, your voice soft but pleading. âPlease, Sunghoon. I donât want to lose you.â
His expression tightened at your words, and for a long moment, he didnât say anything. You could see the internal battle playing out behind his eyes, the conflict heâd been hiding so well suddenly visible. When he finally spoke, his voice was raw, vulnerable in a way youâd never heard before.
âI donât want to hurt you, Y/N.â
His words hung heavy in the air, and your heart clenched in your chest. âYouâre not hurting me. Youâre my best friend, Sunghoon. Whatever it is, we can get through it.â
He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. âThatâs the problem. I donât know if we can.â
You frowned, confusion swirling in your mind. âWhat do you mean?â
Sunghoonâs eyes met yours, and for the first time, you saw the weight of everything heâd been holding back. His next words came out in a rush, as if heâd been holding them in for far too long.
âIâve always liked you, Y/N. More than just a friend. Since high school, maybe even before then. But I never told you because⌠because I didnât want to mess things up. And then you left, and I thought Iâd gotten over it. But now that youâre backâŚâ He trailed off, his voice catching in his throat. âItâs like all those feelings just came rushing back, and I donât know what to do with them. I canât act on them, not after everything youâve been through with Daniel. Itâs not fair to you.â
Your heart pounded in your chest, Sunghoonâs confession hanging in the air between you like a fragile thread. Youâd always thought of him as your best friend, the one constant in your life that had never changed. But now⌠now everything was different.
âSunghoonâŚâ you whispered, at a loss for words.
âIâm sorry,â he said quickly, standing up from the swing as if he couldnât bear to stay any longer. âI shouldnât have said anything. Iâllââ
âNo,â you said, cutting him off, standing up too. âDonât run away. Not again.â
He looked at you, his expression torn, and for a moment, you saw the vulnerability in his eyesâthe fear of rejection, the fear of losing you completely. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.
âSunghoon, I⌠I donât know what to say,â you admitted, your voice trembling. âI never knew you felt that way.â
âI didnât want you to know,â he said quietly. âBut now⌠now I canât hide it anymore.â
The silence between you was deafening, the weight of his confession settling heavily on your shoulders. You didnât know how to respond, not after everything youâd been through. But one thing was certain: nothing between you and Sunghoon would ever be the same again.
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The days that followed felt surreal. Sunghoonâs confession lingered in your mind like a persistent echo, one that you couldnât quite shake off. Every time you replayed his words, your chest tightened, and your thoughts spiraled into confusion. You didnât know how to feelâabout him, about your past, or even about yourself. You spent so many years thinking of Sunghoon as your constant, your rock, your best friend, and now all of that felt uncertain.
Sunghoon avoided you even more than before, making sure he was never in the same place as you for too long. At first, you gave him space, understanding that things were complicated. But the distance started to gnaw at you. Heâd always been the one person you could rely on, and now, when you needed him most, he was pulling away.
It was Yeji who finally brought it up, sitting across from you at the cafĂŠ as she studied your downcast expression.
âYou look like youâve been hit by a truck,â she said bluntly, sipping her iced coffee.
You sighed, pushing your own drink around the table without taking a sip. âIâm fine.â
âYouâre not,â she said flatly. âAnd let me guess, it has something to do with Sunghoon?â
You didnât answer right away, but the slight flicker in your eyes was enough for Yeji to know she was right. She groaned, leaning forward.
âI swear, if you two donât figure this out, Iâm going to lock you in a room until you do.â
You managed a weak smile at her joke, but it faded quickly. âItâs complicated, Yeji.â
âEverything is complicated with you two. But the longer you let this sit, the worse itâs going to get.â
âI donât even know what to say to him,â you admitted, sinking into your seat. âHe told me how he feels, but⌠Iâm not ready for that. I donât know if Iâll ever be.â
Yeji studied you carefully, her expression softening. âYouâve been through a lot with Daniel. No one expects you to be ready for something like this. But Sunghoon is⌠well, heâs not Daniel. You know heâd never hurt you.â
Your throat tightened at her words. âThatâs what makes it worse. I donât want to hurt him either.â
âYou wonât,â Yeji said confidently. âNot if youâre honest with him. He knows what youâve been through, and heâll understand. But avoiding each other like this isnât helping anyone.â
You rubbed your temples, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on you. âI donât know, Yeji. Itâs just⌠too much.â
She reached across the table, placing her hand on top of yours. âTake it one step at a time. Sunghoonâs not going anywhere. He just needs to know where you stand.â
You nodded, knowing deep down that she was right. The tension between you and Sunghoon had become unbearable, and if you didnât talk to him soon, it would only get worse.
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Later that evening, you found yourself standing in front of Sunghoonâs house, your heart racing. You hadnât planned to come here, but your feet had carried you here almost on instinct. His confession had thrown everything into chaos, and you needed to clear the air, for both your sakes.
You took a deep breath before knocking on the door. The wait felt excruciatingly long, but finally, the door opened to reveal Sunghoon, his expression shifting from surprise to something more guarded.
âY/N,â he said, his voice hesitant. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI needed to talk to you,â you replied, trying to steady your voice. âCan we?â
He looked uncertain for a moment, but eventually, he stepped aside, letting you in. You followed him to the living room, the air between you heavy with unspoken words.
Sunghoon stood by the window, his hands stuffed into his pockets, avoiding your gaze. âWhat is it?â
You took a seat on the couch, feeling your pulse quicken. âAbout what you told me the other nightâŚâ
He tensed, his shoulders stiffening. âYou donât have to say anything. I get it.â
âNo,â you interrupted, your voice firmer than you intended. âYou donât get it. You canât just drop something like that on me and then disappear, Sunghoon. Weâve been friends for years. I deserve to know whatâs going on with you.â
Sunghoon sighed, finally turning to face you. âI was trying to give you space. I didnât want to make things harder for you after everything with Daniel.â
âI appreciate that,â you said, your voice softening. âBut shutting me out isnât helping either of us.â
There was a long pause as Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling with his own emotions. âI didnât know what else to do, Y/N. Iâve been holding this in for so long, and now that itâs out, I donât know how to act around you.â
âYou donât have to act any differently,â you said quietly. âBut you also canât avoid me forever.â
Sunghoon stared at you, a conflicted look in his eyes. âI just⌠I donât want to make things worse. I know youâre not ready for⌠anything like this, and Iâm not going to push you. But itâs hard, Y/N. Itâs hard being around you and pretending like everything is the same when Iâve been feeling this way for so long.â
You looked down, your heart heavy with guilt. âI donât want to lose you, Sunghoon. Youâre one of the most important people in my life, and I canât imagine things without you. But Iâm not ready for more, not after everything that happened.â
âI know,â Sunghoon said softly, his expression pained. âAnd Iâll wait. Iâll always wait for you, Y/N. But that doesnât make it any easier.â
The vulnerability in his voice hit you hard, and for the first time, you saw just how deep his feelings ran. He wasnât asking for anything from youâhe was just being honest, and it was tearing him apart. You took a shaky breath, feeling the weight of it all crashing down on you.
âIâm sorry, Sunghoon,â you whispered, your voice breaking. âI wish things were different.â
He shook his head, stepping closer to you. âDonât be sorry. Itâs not your fault. I just⌠I just needed you to know.â
The silence stretched between you, both of you caught in the painful reality of the situation. Neither of you knew what the future held, but for now, all you could do was take it one step at a time.
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The days passed in an uneasy quiet, the tension between you and Sunghoon lingering like an unspoken secret. He no longer avoided you as much, but the once easy-going banter you shared felt stilted, weighed down by everything unsaid. You couldnât stop thinking about his confession. It felt like a constant reminder of how complicated everything had become. No matter how much you tried to focus on anything else, Sunghoonâs words echoed in your mind, making it impossible to pretend like things were back to normal.
One evening, as you sat in your room, you heard a knock on the door. Your mom poked her head in, smiling warmly.
âDinnerâs ready, sweetheart,â she said, her eyes soft with concern. âYou okay?â
You plastered on a smile, nodding. âYeah, just lost in thought.â
She gave you a knowing look. âYouâve been doing a lot of that lately. Is everything okay between you and Sunghoon?â
Your heart skipped a beat. âWhy do you ask?â
âYou two have always been inseparable, but things seem⌠different now. You can talk to me, you know.â
You bit your lip, unsure of how much to say. You hadnât told your parents anything about Sunghoonâs confession, and you werenât sure you could without making things more complicated. âItâs nothing, Mom. Weâre fine. Just adjusting, I guess.â
She raised an eyebrow but didnât push further. âAlright, but you know weâre here for you. If you need to talk about anythingâabout Sunghoon or anything elseâyou can always come to us.â
You nodded, feeling the weight of her words settle over you. She meant well, but the last thing you wanted was to burden your parents with the tangled mess of your emotions.
After dinner, you found yourself wandering outside, needing fresh air to clear your head. Without thinking, you walked down the familiar path to the park, your steps slow and deliberate. The quiet of the evening felt comforting, a stark contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling inside you. You found your way back to the swings, sitting down as you often did when you needed to think.
As you rocked gently back and forth, your mind drifted back to high school. Back to the carefree days when things between you, Sunghoon, and Yeji had been simple. The memories were vividâlate nights studying together, hanging out at the park after school, and how Sunghoon had always been there, a steady presence by your side. Back then, youâd never questioned his loyalty, never thought twice about the way he always seemed to put you first. But now, looking back, you wondered how you hadnât noticed the way he looked at you, the quiet way his feelings had been growing all along.
You remembered one particular moment, just before you left for the U.S. Sunghoon had walked you home after a late study session, the two of you chatting about nothing in particular. It had been a chilly night, and heâd offered you his jacket without hesitation. Youâd laughed, teased him for being too polite, but his expression had been serious, almost sad. At the time, you hadnât thought much of it, chalking it up to the fact that youâd be leaving soon. But now, in hindsight, you realized it had been more than that. Sunghoon had been struggling with his feelings, even back then, and youâd been completely oblivious.
A pang of guilt hit you as you thought about how long he mustâve held everything inside, how hard it mustâve been for him to see you leave, knowing you didnât feel the same way. And now, after everything that had happened with Daniel, Sunghoon was still there, waiting for you in the background, even though you couldnât give him what he wanted.
âWhy does everything have to be so complicated?â you muttered to yourself, staring up at the darkening sky.
Just as you were about to lose yourself in more memories, you heard footsteps approaching from behind. You didnât have to turn around to know who it was. Sunghoon.
âYouâre here again,â he said, his voice quiet but familiar as he sat on the swing next to you.
âI needed to think,â you replied softly, your eyes still focused on the ground. âThis place⌠it helps.â
Sunghoon nodded, his gaze drifting up toward the sky. âYeah. Itâs always been like that, hasnât it?â
A comfortable silence fell between you, though it was laced with the tension of everything unsaid. For a moment, it felt like old timesâjust the two of you, sitting together in quiet understanding. But you knew things were different now, no matter how much you wanted to pretend otherwise.
Finally, you broke the silence, your voice tentative. âSunghoon⌠I know things have been weird lately. And I hate it.â
He didnât respond right away, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you. âI know.â
âI justââ You hesitated, trying to find the right words. âI donât want to lose you. I donât want things to be like this between us.â
Sunghoon sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI donât want that either, Y/N. But I donât know how to make it less weird. I canât just forget what I said.â
âIâm not asking you to,â you said quickly. âBut maybe we can figure this out. I need you, Sunghoon. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
He looked at you, his expression conflicted. âI need you too. But thatâs the problem.â
Your heart clenched at his words. You could see the struggle in his eyesâthe fight between his feelings for you and his desire to protect you from more pain. It wasnât fair to him, and you knew it. But you didnât know how to fix it, how to make things go back to the way they were.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, the guilt heavy in your chest.
Sunghoon shook his head, his voice soft but firm. âDonât be. Itâs not your fault. None of this is.â
You sat there in silence, the distance between you feeling both vast and fragile. There was so much you wanted to say, so much you needed to figure out. But for now, all you could do was sit side by side, both of you trying to navigate the complicated mess of feelings that had always been there, just beneath the surface.
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Weeks passed, and the uneasy tension that once lingered between you and Sunghoon gradually began to fade. Little by little, things started to feel like they were falling back into place, though not quite the same as before. The awkward silences became comfortable again, and the shared moments between you started to carry a different weight.
You found yourself paying closer attention to him in ways you never had before. The small gesturesâhow heâd bring you coffee without asking, or how heâd go out of his way to make sure you were comfortableâbegan to take on a deeper meaning. Sunghoon wasnât just being your best friend; he was being your support, your constant, the one person who had always been there for you, even when you didnât realize how much you needed him.
It was in those moments that your feelings began to shift. At first, you tried to brush them off, telling yourself it was just gratitude, that you were still recovering from everything with Daniel. But the more time you spent with Sunghoon, the harder it became to ignore the warmth that bloomed in your chest every time he smiled at you, or the way your heart raced whenever your hands accidentally brushed.
One evening, the two of you sat in your backyard, a quiet evening settling in around you. Sunghoon had insisted on helping your father with a project earlier, and afterward, he stayed for dinner, as he often did. Now, the two of you were sitting on the porch, the cool breeze gently rustling the leaves above you.
Sunghoon leaned back, his eyes drifting to the sky. âYouâve been quiet tonight,â he said softly, glancing at you. âEverything okay?â
You smiled at the concern in his voice, feeling that familiar warmth spread through you again. âYeah, Iâm just⌠thinking.â
He turned slightly to face you, raising an eyebrow. âAbout what?â
You hesitated, unsure how to put your feelings into words. You werenât ready to say everything out loud yet, but you couldnât shake the overwhelming sense of gratitude and admiration you felt for him. âJust about how things have changed⌠and how much youâve been there for me.â
Sunghoonâs gaze softened, and he shrugged casually, though you could see a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. âThatâs what friends do, right?â
You nodded, but the word âfriendsâ felt wrong now. There was something more between you, something that had been growing quietly in the background, and it was starting to become impossible to deny. You werenât sure when it had happened, or maybe it had always been there, buried beneath the surface. But what you did know was that Sunghoon wasnât just your friend anymore.
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More time passed and you found yourself seeking him out more, spending more time with him than anyone else. You began to crave his company, his quiet strength, and the way he seemed to understand you without needing to ask. And it wasnât just the grand gestures that made your heart flutterâit was the small things. The way he always checked if you were okay, how he listened when you talked, really listened, and how heâd make sure you werenât alone whenever you seemed down.
It was these little acts of kindness, the quiet care he showed you, that made your feelings for him grow into something undeniable.
One evening, the two of you found yourselves at the park again, sitting on the swings like you used to as kids. The sky was a deep shade of pink and orange, the sun setting in the distance. Sunghoon was talking about somethingâwork, maybeâbut you werenât really listening. Instead, you were focused on him, on the way his hair fell into his eyes, the way his voice softened when he talked to you.
You realized, suddenly and overwhelmingly, that you cared for him in a way you hadnât cared for anyone else. It wasnât just that Sunghoon had been there for you, but the way he had always, quietly and without expectation, supported you, no matter what. He didnât ask for anything in return, didnât push you for answers or confessions. He just⌠cared.
And thatâs when you knew. You had feelings for Sunghoon. They had been there all along, waiting for you to realize it.
Sunghoon must have noticed the look on your face because he stopped mid-sentence, turning to you with a curious expression. âWhat is it?â
You blinked, startled out of your thoughts. âWhat?â
âYouâre staring at me,â he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You felt your cheeks heat up, quickly looking away. âI wasnât.â
He laughed softly, but didnât push further. Instead, he leaned back on the swing, the smile fading as a comfortable silence settled between you. You wanted to say something, to tell him what was on your mind, but the words wouldnât come. Not yet.
For now, you were content just being here with him, the weight of your growing feelings a secret you werenât quite ready to share. But you knew, deep down, that it wouldnât be long before those feelings couldnât be hidden any longer.
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It was a cozy Friday evening, and the house felt unusually quiet. Your parents and Sunghoonâs parents had decided to take a weekend trip together, leaving the two of you alone for the night. You had taken advantage of the opportunity to host a movie night, and the living room was filled with the inviting smell of popcorn and the soft glow of fairy lights strung around the room.
You settled onto the couch, a soft blanket draped over your legs, while Sunghoon reclined next to you, the space between you filled with a warm tension. The movie played in the background, but you found it hard to focus on the screen. Instead, your gaze kept drifting to himâthe way the light danced in his hair, the casual way he laughed at the jokes, and the ease of his presence next to you.
As the minutes turned into hours, you felt the atmosphere shift. Each time you glanced at him, your heart raced a little more. You couldnât ignore the way your feelings for him had transformed over the last few weeks, the moments you had shared sparking something deeper than friendship.
Finally, during a quieter moment in the movie, you turned to him, heart pounding. âSunghoon,â you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. He turned his head, eyebrows raised in curiosity, his expression inviting you to continue.
You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should voice what had been on your mind for so long. But the warmth of his gaze, the way he was looking at you, made the decision feel inevitable. âI need to tell you something,â you began, feeling your heart race.
He tilted his head slightly, encouraging you. âWhat is it?â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. âIâve been thinking a lot about us⌠and how I feel about you.â Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke, but you pressed on. âWhen I came back to Korea, everything felt so chaotic. But you⌠you were there for me in a way I didnât expect. And the more time we spend together, the more I realize that I care about you, Sunghoon. A lot.â
His eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his face. âY/N, Iââ
Before he could respond, you continued, your heart pounding in your chest. âI know Iâve been through a lot, and I donât want to rush anything. But I canât pretend anymore. I have feelings for youâfeelings that go beyond friendship. I want to explore this⌠whatever this is between us.â
A moment of silence stretched between you, filled with the weight of your confession. You could see the shock in his expression slowly melting into something softer, something hopeful.
âIâve wanted to hear you say that,â he finally said, his voice low and sincere. âI care about you too, Y/N. Iâve felt this way for a long time, but I didnât know if youâd feel the same after everything thatâs happened.â
Your heart soared at his words, relief flooding through you. âReally?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, a small smile spreading across his lips. âReally.â
In that moment, everything else faded away. You felt a magnetic pull between you, drawing you closer together. Without thinking, you leaned in, your heart racing as you closed the space between you.
Sunghoon met you halfway, his lips brushing against yours with a gentle hesitance that quickly melted into a deeper kiss. It was electricâfilled with all the unspoken emotions you had both held back for so long. The world outside your living room ceased to exist, leaving only the warmth of his body and the rhythm of your hearts.
You melted into him, feeling the softness of the couch beneath you as he deepened the kiss, hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer. You could feel the heat radiating between you, igniting something passionate and alive that you hadnât anticipated.
You  moaned softly into Sunghoon's mouth, the sound fueling his desire even further. Breaking the kiss for air, you stared into each other's eyes, both breathless and flushed. "Your room," Sunghoon whispered hoarsely. "Let's go to your room."
Hand in hand, you made your way to your childhood bedroom, a space that held countless memories of your friendship. The room was a sanctuary, adorned with pictures and trinkets from your shared adventures. Sunghoon closed the door behind you, sealing your private world from the outside.
You leaned against the door, heart racing as he approached her. He gently cupped your face, his thumbs brushing against your soft cheeks. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.Your lips met again, this time with a hunger that burned through your restraint. Sunghoon's hands roamed over your body, exploring the curves and contours of your hips and waist. His fingers played with the hem of your tshirt, as if he was silently asking permission to take it off of you. You nod, his hands wasting no time in peeking the fabric to reveal the lacy black bra you wore beneath.Â
Your breath caught in your throat as his fingertips traced the delicate lace, sending shivers down her spine.
With deft fingers, Sunghoon unhooked your bra, freeing your breasts. You gasp at the cold air that suddenly hits you. He gazed at them with reverence, his eyes dark with desire. Leaning down, he took one nipple into his mouth, suckling gently while his thumb teased the other.  You arch your back at the sensation, moaning softly as waves of pleasure rippled through you.
"You're so beautiful, Y/N," Sunghoon whispered against you skin. "I want to make you feel so good."
Feeling a sudden burst of eagerness, your hands found their way to Sunghoon's belt, unbuckling it with trembling fingers. You undid his jeans and slid your hand inside, wrapping your fingers around his hardening cock through his boxers. Sunghoon gasped, his breath hot against your neck, placing a small, wet kiss there as you began to stroke him. âS-shit baby.â
You slip your hand out, guiding Sunghoon towards your bed, you pushed him gently onto the mattress, positions now reversed. You straddled his waist, grinding your hips against his, feeling his erection press against your clothed cunt. His hands roamed over your thighs, inching upwards, exploring the soft skin beneath her shorts that had been driving him insane since the moment he stepped foot inside your house.Â
With a gentle tug, you lifted your hips as he removed your shorts as well as the cute black panties that matched your bra, revealing your bare pussy, glistening with desire. Sunghoon's eyes darkened further as he took in the sight, his breath coming in short gasps. "You're so wet, Y/N. want to taste you so bad."
âlater, you say as you slide down his body, positioning yourself between his legs. You leaned forward, your long hair cascading over your shoulders, as you began to kiss and lick the length of his shaft. Sunghoon groaned, his hands gripping the bedsheets as you took him deep into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head of his cock. âFeels so good babyâ
Sunghoon couldn't hold back any longer. He sat up, positioning you on the bed, and parted your thighs with gentle kisses. His tongue traced the outer folds of your pussy, teasing your sensitive skin. You squirmed with pleasure,  hips bucking against his face as he found your clit and began to suckle it with relentless passion.
"Oh, Sunghoon!" you cried out,  voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck don't stop, please!"
Sunghoon continued his relentless assault on your clit, sending you spiraling towards an intense orgasm âtastes so fucking good, all wet just for me.â Your body trembled,  crying out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you. Sunghoon didn't let up, continuing to lick and suck until you were a quivering mess, your body drenched in sweat and satisfaction.
After a few moments to recover, you reached for Sunghoon, pulling him up to kiss him in a more hungry kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, and it drove you wild with desire all over again. "I want you inside me," you whispered between kisses. "Now."
Sunghoon needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. With one smooth thrust, he filled you completely, eliciting a gasp from your parted lips. you moved in perfect harmony, your bodies slick with sweat as ge fucked you with raw, unbridled passion.
"Harder, baby" you pleaded, nails digging into his shoulders. "fuck me harder.â Sunghoon obliged, pounding into you with abandon, his hips slamming against yours.Â
The headboard banged against the wall, marking the rhythm of your frantic coupling. your cries filled the room as you rode the waves of pleasure,  orgasm building to an intense crescendo.
âFuck baby your pussys clenching so hard around my cock, im so fucking close.â You could feel his thrusts becoming sloppier, your own orgasm approaching just a quick. âgonna c-cum hoonie.â He couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, he came deep inside you, his hot cum painting your walls white.Â
He collapsed onto the bed, bodies entwined, both breathing heavily as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through each of you. âIf I wouldâve known youâd fuck me that good maybe I wouldâve given you a chance much earlier.â You tell him out of breath, eliciting a chuckle from him.Â
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The soft morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow in your room. You stirred awake, feeling warmth enveloping you. Sunghoon was nestled beside you, his arm draped protectively around your waist, holding you close. The memory of the night before flooded your mindâthe kiss, the confessions, and the spark of something beautiful igniting between you.
You smiled to yourself, feeling a sense of contentment that you hadnât experienced in a long time. But as you settled deeper into his embrace, a sudden noise from downstairs jolted you from your blissful reverie.
âY/N, I think your parents are back,â Sunghoon murmured sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he became more alert.
Your heart raced as the reality of the situation hit you. âOh fuck, Theyâre not supposed to be back yetâ you whispered, panic rising in your chest.
Sunghoonâs eyes widened, and he immediately sat up, glancing around the room. âWe need to hurryâ
You both scrambled to untangle yourselves from the sheets, adrenaline coursing through you. As you hopped out of bed, you glanced at each other, both of you laughing nervously at the chaotic situation. There was an unspoken agreementâyou needed to act casual, like nothing unusual had happened.
âOkay, you get dressed first,â you said, tossing him a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been strewn on the floor. âIâll throw on something too.â
You quickly changed into a comfy hoodie and leggings, your heart still racing as you heard your parentsâ voices growing louder downstairs. The last thing you wanted was for them to walk in on you two after the night you just shared.
âAre you ready?â Sunghoon asked, his hair slightly tousled as he pulled on the T-shirt. He looked adorable, and it took everything in you not to linger on how cute he was at that moment.
âAlmost!â you replied, giving your reflection a quick check in the mirror before moving to the door. âLetâs go!â
You both rushed down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible, your hearts pounding in your chests. As you reached the bottom step, you could hear your parents chatting in the kitchen, their voices bright and cheerful.
âY/N, are you home?â your mom called out just as you and Sunghoon entered the living room, trying to appear nonchalant.
âYeah, Mom! Just hanging out!â you replied, forcing a casual tone, hoping it didnât sound too forced.
You glanced over at Sunghoon, who was giving you a small, reassuring smile, but you could see the nervousness in his eyes. You both moved into the kitchen, where your parents were unpacking bags, completely oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions that had just taken place in your room.
âHey, Sunghoon! youâre here,â your dad said, giving him a friendly nod. âDid you keep Y/N entertained while we were gone?â
âOf course!â Sunghoon replied, a little too quickly, his eyes darting to you for a brief moment. âWe had a fun movie night.â
You nodded enthusiastically, trying to match his energy. âYeah, just a normal hangout. Nothing out of the ordinary,â you added, unable to hide the hint of a nervous laugh.
Your mom chuckled, giving you both a knowing look. âYou two have always been inseparable. Iâm glad youâre spending time together.â
You felt your cheeks flush, and you shot Sunghoon a sidelong glance. He was trying hard not to smile, and it was contagious.
âDid you enjoy the trip?â you asked, hoping to shift the conversation away from the night before.
Your parents launched into stories about their travels, and as you listened, you couldnât help but sneak glances at Sunghoon. He caught your eye, and you both exchanged a small smile that felt electric, reminding you of the connection you had just started to explore.
As breakfast was prepared, the atmosphere felt relaxed and easy, but your heart raced at the thought of your parents unknowingly interrupting something that had felt so significant. You couldnât help but feel giddy about the night you had shared, and the prospect of what lay ahead for you and Sunghoon, even as the morning unfolded like any other day.
After breakfast, your parents retreated to the living room to relax, leaving you and Sunghoon to clean up the kitchen. The atmosphere felt light, almost like the calm before a storm as you both exchanged playful banter, your earlier connection still fresh in your minds.
Later that afternoon, you heard a familiar voice ring out from the front door. âY/N! Iâm here!â Yeji called as she burst into the house, her energy immediately filling the space.
You couldnât help but smile, excitement bubbling up at the sight of your childhood best friend. âYeji! Youâre back!â you exclaimed, rushing to greet her with a hug.
As you pulled away, she looked at you intently, her gaze sweeping over you from head to toe. âYouâre glowing,  Whatâs going on with you?â she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.
Your cheeks flushed slightly, and you tried to play it cool. âWhat are you talking about?â you said, attempting to sound nonchalant, but you felt a giddy warmth spread through you.
âOh, come onâ Yeji pressed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. âYou look so happy. Are you and sunghoon fianlly together?â
You felt your heart race at the thought. âItâs⌠complicated,â you said, a shy smile creeping onto your face as you remembered the kiss, the way he made you feel, and the warmth that had lingered long after. âWeâre just figuring things out.â
âJust figuring things out?â Yeji exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief. âY/N, youâre practically radiating happiness, That sounds like a classic âweâre togetherâ situation to me now spill bitch.â
You laughed, unable to suppress the joy bubbling inside you. âI promise, itâs nothing like that! Weâre just friends hanging outâwell, more than friends, but still⌠you know.â You were stumbling over your words, and you could feel the warmth of your blush creeping down your neck.
Yejiâs eyes widened, her expression a mix of disbelief and excitement. âOh my god, did you fuck?â she pressed, bouncing slightly on her heels, clearly thrilled at the prospect.
You donât say anything, except you give her a knowing look that told her everything she needs to know.Â
Yejiâs smile grew wider, her excitement infectious. âFucking finally. I thought you idiots would never figure it outâ She grabbed your shoulders, her eyes gleaming. âYou have to tell me everything.â
Just then, Sunghoon appeared in the doorway, glancing between the two of you, a bemused smile on his face. âWhatâs going on in here?â he asked, leaning against the doorframe with an amused expression.
Yeji turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âOh, just catching up on the latest drama. Y/N and I were just talking about how sheâs glowing andââ
You quickly interjected, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. âWe were just talking about⌠uh, my skincare routine!â
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. âYour skincare routine, huh? Sounds fascinating.â
âShut up,â you shot back playfully, laughter spilling out. But deep down, you felt a thrill at the thought of your feelings for him becoming more public, shared between friends.
Yeji wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, a teasing smile on her face.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât help the smile that spread across your face. As Sunghoon joined the conversation, you felt a warmth in your heart, realizing how much you had missed thisâhow much you had missed him.
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You and Sunghoon settled into a rhythm of secrecy and excitement. Every stolen moment felt like a thrilling adventure, each shared smile charged with an energy that left you both breathless. You spent evenings hanging out at parks, grabbing snacks at your favorite convenience store, and reliving old memories. But as your bond deepened, so did the intensity of your feelings.
You both agreed to keep things under wraps for a little while longer, wanting to navigate this new chapter without the pressure of parental expectations looming over you. But sneaking around only added to the thrill, and soon, it became second nature.
One Friday evening, you decided to go on a real date. After all, you had managed to keep things low-key, but you were ready to enjoy being together without the pressure of hiding. You picked a charming little cafĂŠ downtown, a spot you both loved, and as the sun began to set, the place glowed with a warm, inviting ambiance.
You shared a dessert and exchanged playful banter, the world outside fading away. Sunghoonâs laughter felt like music, and each lingering glance seemed to whisper promises of something beautiful. The night was perfectâuntil it was time to go home.
As you walked down the quiet street, the cool night air wrapping around you, you felt a surge of affection. You turned to Sunghoon, smiling softly, and without thinking, you pulled him into a warm embrace. It felt so right, being close to him, your heart racing at the proximity.
But just as you pulled away, a familiar voice broke the silence. âWell, well, well. What do we have here?â
Startled, you turned to see your parents standing just a few feet away, a mix of surprise and amusement on their faces. Sunghoonâs eyes widened, and you felt your heart drop. âUh⌠hey!â you stammered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.
Your mom stepped forward, a knowing smile spreading across her face. âWe always knew you two would end up together,â she said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow playfully.
Sunghoon chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. âUm, well, this is a bit unexpected.â
Your dad grinned, stepping beside your mom. âYou think we wouldnât notice the way you two look at each other? Youâve been sneaking around, havenât you?â
You exchanged glances with Sunghoon, a mix of embarrassment and relief flooding through you. âOkay, maybe a little,â you admitted, unable to hide your smile.
âJust a little?â Yeji suddenly appeared from behind your parents, her arms crossed and an amused look on her face. âI could have told you they were dating from the way they looked at each other!â
Your heart raced, but seeing the warmth in your parentsâ eyes eased your nerves. âWe just wanted to take our time, you know?â you said, looking up at Sunghoon.
Your mom laughed softly. âYou kids and your secrets. We were starting to wonder when you would finally tell us!â
Sunghoon relaxed, a smile spreading across his face. âSorry for keeping it from you, but we wanted to figure things out first.â
Your dad patted Sunghoon on the back. âYouâre a good kid. Weâre just happy to see you both happy. Just remember to keep it respectful, alright?â
You nodded vigorously, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders. As you stood there, surrounded by family and friends, you realized how wonderful it felt to share your happiness openly.
Sunghoon looked at you, his expression softening. âWell, I guess the secretâs out,â he said, smiling broadly.
You chuckled, leaning against him, warmth spreading through you. âYeah, but I wouldnât have it any other way.â
As you walked home together, hand in hand, you knew this was just the beginning of a new chapter in your livesâone filled with love, laughter, and the promise of many more adventures to come.
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the boy is mine - r.c.
(blurb, 1.4k words, season 4 bf!rafe x gf!reader)
summary he's got finally got his shit tight, but now everybody wants him, and that just won't do...
content fem receiving oral, 18+ minors do not interact
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The sun was hot and angry, casting a golden glow on Rafe as he cracked another beer and threw it back. You watched his tall frame from your beach chair, lip between your teeth as you took in the sharp panes of his stomach. You squirmed slightly while your eyes tracked the little trail of hair that led lower, lowerâŚ
But you werenât the only one looking.Â
The music bumped through someoneâs speaker as a group of bikini-clad girls pulled up their chairs and umbrellas right next to your groupâs coveted spot.
Your friend leaned over in her beach chair, âthink someoneâs got eyes for your man.â You followed her nod to the gaggle of bottle blondes with fake tans who were whispering to each other and smiling in his direction.Â
âThatâs cute,â you snorted.
Rafe was none the wiser to their stares, reaching his hand down to help you to your feet, pulling you toward the water behind him.
âThink youâve got some fans,â you told him once you were bobbing in the waves, your arms around his neck as he crouched low to meet your eyeline.
He smirked, âmaybe I should go sign some autographs.â
You smacked his shoulder, making him laugh despite your pouty frown. He stood from the water, lifting you with him so they could see your legs wrap around his waist. He grabbed your ass, holding you up with ease as his lips found yours.
The girls on the beach were suddenly very busy checking their phones and setting up umbrellas, disappointed looks on their faces as Rafe showed you off.
Back at his house, Rafe lead you into the outdoor shower, turning on the lukewarm water to wash the sea and sand from your body. When he caught you frowning, he tapped the side of your head gently, his signature way of asking whatâs on your mind.
âIâm glad youâre so successful, I just donât like that everybody suddenly wants whatâs mine,â you explained.
He looked down at you, eyelids low as his gaze traveled over your body. His hands slid up your sides slowly, thumbs slipping under the thin string of your bikini top, sweeping over your ribs.
âSo possessive,â he smirked.
âJust think everyone should know youâre off limits by now,â you whispered, stepping closer to him until you were chest to chest.
You nudged your nose against his neck, guiding him to tilt his chin up and reveal his throat to you. Your lips started out soft, tickling him with little kitten licks between each gentle kiss. When you reached his Adamâs apple, you let your teeth graze over the sensitive skin. Rafe winced, his obvious erection pressing against your belly and making you hungrier for him than ever.Â
Finally, you sucked harder, right where his neck meets his broad chest. After a few moments of pressure, you pulled back and wiped the glossy spit from your lips, smiling in satisfaction at the purple-blue mark you left on him. You moved to leave another, but he interrupted you.
âBet those girls on the beach wouldnât tease me this much,â he grumbled.
You responded by wrapping your fingers around his throat. He chuckled smugly under your hold, deep vibration tickling your palm. Itâs merely a symbolic gesture, your small hand doesnât even fit half way around his neck. You squeezed harder, but he was still smiling. You narrowed your eyes at him, no more fucking around.
Your hand snaked up higher, around to the back of his neck. As you ran your fingers up over his buzzed hair, you let your nails scratch enough to raise goosebumps along his skin. When you reached as high as you could go, standing up on your tiptoes and still nowhere near matching his height, you pressed his head down hard, nails digging into his scalp.Â
Rafe stumbled for just a second before understanding the assignment. He lowered to his knees slowly, shuffling forward until your back brushed against the wall, the water from the shower cascading over your shoulders and down your body.
âBet those girls on the beach couldnât make you drop to your knees without saying a single word either,â you taunted him.
He grabbed your hips and dug his fingers in, pushing you back against the wall hard.
âTell me who else, baby,â you continued, âwho else can put big bad Rafe Cameron on his knees? Hmm?â
His stare was icy as he looked up at you from the ground. You returned your hand to the top of his head, redirecting his gaze to your bikini bottoms.
âShow me who you belong to, baby boy.â
You could tell he was considering fighting back, the desire for control almost tempting enough to bring him back to his feet. But then he saw the growing wet spot over your center. Licking his lips, he nodded slowly, like a king admiring his feast.
His long fingers untied your bathing suit strings one at a time, causing the thin fabric to fall away and leave you bare in front of him. You lifted one foot to his shoulder, lowering him even further.
Rafe looked up at you, eyelashes fluttering over his pretty blue eyes as he spread you with his first and middle finger, his tongue flicking between them and hitting right where you needed it to.
âExactly like that,â you sighed, head falling back so the water from the showerhead ran through your hair like a waterfall. âYou know just what to do.â
No rush, he took his time. This was his house. He could take you on any surface, in any room, at any time. And he would. But first he was gonna make you come on his tongue right out in the open air.Â
Heâd developed this whole neighborhood, practically running this half of the island at this point. All these new houses were filled with people who owed him money. He runs this shit, and yet here he was, on his knees for you. The thought was so fucking hot, you had to bite back your moan.
âNah let it out, angel,â he coaxed between sharp licks to your clit. âI want you to scream âtil the neighbors hear, yeah?â
You smiled big at that command, âyou want all your new neighbors to hate you?â
âI donât care what they think as long as their checks clear.âÂ
He lowered his mouth to your entrance, lapping you up, grinding his nose back and forth on your clit until he was completely buried, covered in you. You couldnât even feel the water falling on you anymore, your skin on fire with pleasure. Rafeâs hands slid up your thighs and over your stomach, before slipping under your bikini top and palming your tits with perfect pressure.
As instructed, you let your moans and cries fly. When he let one hand fall from your chest so he could slip two fingers inside you, curling at the knuckles and tapping the tips against your g-spot, your whole body trembled.
âMmm, thatâs perfect,â you praised. âYou gonna make me come all over your face?â
âFuck yes,â he groaned, licking a long stripe across your clit. âMake a mess for me, baby.â
He circled back, dragging his tongue the other way as his fingers danced along your walls. Your foot pushed hard against his shoulder, like you were trying to stomp him out, but he held himself up against you, the burning stretch in your thigh only adding to the intense pleasure.
âOh my god! Yes, yes Rafe!â
You soaked him, one hand on his head and the other digging into the flesh of his shoulder as you came.
When you finally cooled down, body weak and wrung out with pleasure, he stood and guided you even further under the cool stream of the shower. He rubbed his hand along your inner thigh, letting the remnants of your high wash down the drain.Â
âNow why the fuck would I need any other girl when you give me that, huh?â
âThatâs right, baby,â you agreed with a blissed out grin. âI got so much more for you, too.â
Rafe carried you into the house, and he didnât even have to ask for you to get on your knees.Â
Before you started, he made sure all the windows were wide open so everyone in the neighborhood could hear exactly who he belonged to.
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The What Corps?
âwe have you now spook! there is nowhere you can run and hide with our new spectral tethers active!â
Danny winces at the small metal clips that have hooked themselves in his leg, some new GIW tech that is messing with his powers.
âoh yeah? I was just dying for you guys to give me a challengeâ plan. plan. He's gotta think of a plan to get out of here and fast. He takes a steadying breath and starts to look for anything that can help him.
he canât get caught here. He just can't. He simply wonât allow himself.
suddenly the two GIW goons in front of him click their earpieces to clearly listen to what someone else is telling them, Danny is very glad for his own enhanced senses.
âOperatives K and O, be advised, there have been sightings of a new ectoplasmic entity near your location. Other operatives report that itâs incredibly small and moves fast. watch your backs, this may be an ambushâ
small and fast? it better not be some poor little blob ghost, Danny sort of hopes itâs some manner of ectowasp, at least that could be entertaining to see.
âyou better not be hoping for back up, ecto scumâ
âI have no idea what you are talking aboutâ
It's then that a small bright green light zips on scene and weaves through crowds in the distance with ease and then speeds up towards the two operatives who do not hesitate to shoot, missing completely like the storm troopers they are.
Whatever it is, it is indeed going very fast but Danny manages to figure out what it looks like and it appears to be a⌠ring?
âhold it you tiny accessory shaped ecto fiend!â
The ring does a speedy circle around Operative O while K is lining up a shot and ends up blasting the poor guy point blank in his face, âO!â
Danny takes a step forward with an arm outstretched and a âoh damn! Are you alright?â on his lips when the ring takes the chance to slip on his finger. âDaniel Fenton of Earthâ
Danny already had a freakout about a ghost jewelry getting on him, his experiences with those so far have been incredibly bad after all, what with the rings and crowns and pendants⌠now this damn thing is just straight up outing him!Â
Thank the ancients the two GIW stooges are too busy with each other right now to pay close attention to what this weird ring is saying.
âYou have the ability to overcome great fearâ ah so this is related to him steeling himself just now? Maybe? or something??
You have been chosenâ never good, we are back to freaking out again.
âWelcome to the green lantern corpsâÂ
⌠the what?
Danny notices that his usual outfit suddenly has more green going on, and his DP symbol has some sort of⌠he guess itâs supposed to be a lantern, maybe? shape around it.
Heâs somehow even more glowy now, and there is something on his face. Feeling its shape makes him think itâs some sort of mask.
The metal clip things are no longer attached to his legs though so thatâs great!
âYouâre not getting away so easily ecto scum! sentient ghost paraphernalia coming to your rescue or no!â They both aim their weapons to take a shot.
Danny figures he can now easily hold them back with his usual shields,âyou guys realize you just called this weird ring sentient and thereby negate the whole nonsentie-ack!â
âAttacking a corps lantern is punishable offense as of the instatement of the galactic diplomatic immunity as declared by the-â Okay so now Danny is just raising his eyebrow at this weird as fuck ring. Just what is it going on about?
ânotifying nearby lanterns and requesting assistance with apprehension of hostilesâ
what?
âgetting your friends to help you out vile spook? such a thing is useless with the Blackout still very much in placeâ
Well⌠the two streaks of green light in the distance is making Danny doubt that statement.
Maybe there is more to this Lantern corps thing than he thought⌠And something tells him his life is about to get even more complicated than it already is.
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focus on me.
pairing: mattheo riddle x reader request: I NEED MATHEO OR THEODORE X FEM READER AND SHE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS AND ARM VIENS AND SHE WALKS INTO HIS DORM AND IS GOBSMAKED TO SEE HIS ABS AND SHE WANTS TO RIDE THEM AND SHES JUST SO OBSESSED AND THINKS HES THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE PLANET- AND SHE FOLDS LIKE A PRETZEL WHEN HE GIVES HER THOSE EYES- JESUS IM A CATHOLIC BUT THEO AND MATTHEO COULD BE MY NEW RELIGION- author's note: big thanks to @writingsbychlo for listening to me rant about this man in her inbox. posting this now so she can wake up to her mans. the way that i would fold for mattheo so fast (theo look away). anyways, enjoy this purely smutty fic đŽâđ¨
You were supposed to be studying.Â
When you came into his dorm, you specifically told Mattheo not to interrupt you under any circumstances. Usually, you preferred the library but some prat had accidentally set off a dung bomb, which meant closure until further notice.Â
You tried studying in your dorm, but your fellow housemates decided that there was no better time to throw a back to school bash in the common room than the night before your Ancient Runes exam. Harry and Ron, who shared the same class, appeared completely unbothered as they chugged firewhisky straight from the bottle.Â
Your roommate Hermione was long gone. Probably holed up somewhere in the dungeons with Draco. You followed your friendâs cue and snuck into your boyfriendâs dorm, narrowly avoiding Filch. It never seemed fair that the Slytherins got individual rooms, but tonight you had never been more thankful for it.Â
Mattheo had set up a whole battle station for you on his desk. There were fresh ink pots, newly sharpened quills, and blank parchment waiting for you when you arrived. After kissing your sweet and considerate boyfriend, you went straight to work.Â
By the time midnight struck, the parchment was filled with glowing runes, making your ink stained hands cramp from drawing out the symbols over and over again. To Mattheoâs credit, he kept to himself and read quietly on his bed while you studied.Â
You were so engrossed in the material that you barely registered him kissing you on the cheek before leaving to take a shower. That little mistake cost you because as soon as he walked back into his dorm with nothing but a towel on, you nearly spilled fresh ink all over yourself.Â
Water trickled down Mattheoâs chest, the little droplets snaking through his perfectly chiseled abs only to disappear beyond his v lines, which pointed like an arrow to what you knew was hiding underneath that towel.Â
The fabric hung dangerously low on his hips as he walked over to his dresser to pick out something to wear. You watched with rapt attention as he braced himself against the wood, those delicious, juicy veins protruding from his forearms and nearly making you dizzy with desire.Â
Finally, Mattheo turned. The silence had caught his attention and he smirked when he saw you ogling him.Â
âSee something you like, pretty girl?â
You flushed. âJust got a little distracted.â
Mattheoâs grin grew. He sauntered over to you, leaning over so that he had you caged against the desk.Â
âOh?â he asked, his voice low and husky and absolutely fucking sexy. âMaybe itâs time for a break then. Youâve been such a good girl studying so hard all night. I think you deserve a reward, my love.âÂ
Your breath hitched as Mattheoâs lips grazed yours. He tilted your chin up, giving you a perfect view of those brown eyes. Then he gave you the look and you knew you were done for.Â
It was a look that said he wanted to devour every inch of you until you couldnât even recall your own name. You gave in. Of course you gave in. How could you not?
âMaybe for a secondâŚâ
Mattheo took the opening. One arm snaked around your waist, bringing you up with him as he pressed you against the desk. His other arm crept up your back until he reached the nape of your neck, fisting your hair through his fingers as he kissed you roughly.Â
âDo you even know how fucking sexy you are, princess? My smart schoolgirl in her tiny little skirt.âÂ
Mattheo carefully moved your studying materials aside before picking you up and setting you down on the table. He gripped the top of your thighs and brought you to the edge while sliding his tongue against yours. You whimpered as he grinded against you, showing you exactly how hard he was underneath the towel.
âBeen thinking about bending you over this table all night,â Mattheo whispered in your ear. His hand climbed higher up your thigh and you felt your body instantly respond to his touch. âBet youâre soaking wet for me already, arenât you angel?â
You moaned as he toyed with the waistband of your panties. âMatty, please.âÂ
Your boyfriend smiled at your nickname for him, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. âWhat is it that you want, darling?â
âTouch me. Please.âÂ
Mattheo smirked as he tugged your panties off. His lust filled gaze drank you in as he dragged two fingers through your slick folds.Â
âFuck. Youâre so wet. Is this all for me, princess?â
âMhm,â you mumbled, nipping at his neck. âItâs not fair. You play dirty, Matty. You canât just walk in here with nothing but a towel on.âÂ
âWhy not, angel?â
You sighed, tracing the hard planes of his chest. His muscles flexed under your fingertips as you gently raked your nails against his six pack. âBecause youâre sexy and I canât help myself.âÂ
Mattheo chuckled darkly, plunging two fingers in your pussy. You bucked against his hand, watching in stunned silence as he withdrew it only to stick his middle and pointer finger into his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tasted you on him.Â
âThis is exactly what I mean,â you whined. âFor Godricâs fucking sake, how am I supposed to concentrate after that?â
âMaybe we can compromise, angel.â He shuffled through your parchments and stuck one to the wall. âIâm going to trace the runes inside of you and if you get them all right, then Iâll give you your reward.â
You swallowed thickly and nodded. Mattheo grinned before giving you a quick peck. âPay attention, sweetheart.âÂ
His fingers dipped through your folds once more and you gripped his arm, fighting the moan from escaping your lips. Mattheo curled his fingers inside of you, drawing a familiar shape.Â
âUrus,â you said in a breathy voice. âIt means strength.â
âThatâs right, angel.â He shifted as you ran your hands down his arms. You could feel his veins throbbing underneath your palm as he fingered you. âDonât get distracted now. I know how much you love my hands. I promise theyâll be wrapped around your throat by the end of the night if you get all these right. Now focus.â
You nodded, eyes fluttering close as he traced another rune. âAlgiz,â you answered. âFor protection.âÂ
âHot and smart,â Mattheo announced proudly. âHowâd I get so lucky?â
His lips grazed yours and you willingly parted for him, fluttering around his fingers as his tongue slid into your mouth. He pumped his digits inside of you, teasing and taunting.Â
âLetâs try something harder, princess.âÂ
Mattheoâs skillful fingers prodded against your walls, sketching a complicated shape. You closed your eyes and focused. It was a tricky one, but you remembered the cris cross pattern.Â
âInguz,â you said decidedly. âFertility.âÂ
âThatâs right,â Mattheo said with a smile. âYou're doing so well, sweetheart. One more and you can have anything you want.âÂ
âAnything?â you asked with a small smile.
âWhatever that devious little mind of yours desires, my love.âÂ
âOkay,â you replied. âIâm ready, then.â
Your boyfriend nodded, staring right into your eyes as he marked the last and final rune. It was an effort not to get lost in those warm, brown eyes. But you steeled yourself, determined to claim your prize.
âRerth. For luck.â
âGood girl,â Mattheo said with a smirk. âFitting since youâre getting lucky tonight, angel. Where should we start?âÂ
You bit your lip, cocking your head at him. It was nearly an impossible choice. You wanted to kiss him. Bite him. Lick him. All of the above and more.Â
But there was one thing that stood out from all the other deliciously sinful choices. You pressed your palm against his abs and grinned.Â
âI want to ride your abs.â
Mattheoâs eyes widened. He hadnât expected it, but fuck he was so down. He wouldâve given you anything with the way you were looking at him right now.Â
âYou never fail to surprise me,â he said fondly. âWell come on then, letâs make your filthy little fantasy a reality.âÂ
In one smooth move, he lifted you off the table and deposited you on top of his bed. Mattheo reclined against the headboard and watched with hungry eyes as you straddled his stomach. He smiled as you slipped the tie off your neck and looped it around him.Â
It was a simple move, but so fucking sexy and possessive at the same time. You were claiming him. Mattheo was yours and you were his. You belonged to one anotherâmind, body, and soul.Â
Mattheo trailed kisses down your neck and throat, leaving marks on your skin as his deft fingers made quick work of the first few buttons on your blouse. He leaned back and admired his work, his hands gripping your hips while you grinded your soaking wet sex against his muscles.Â
He didnât think it would feel this good. There was something about you using his body to get yourself off that fucking turned him on like no other. Mattheo lifted your skirt up, fisting the fabric in his hands and watching as you coated him with your arousal.Â
The little whimpers you were making sounded like music to his ears. âMy good little slut,â he said, squeezing your tits as you rode him with reckless abandon. âYouâre so fucking filthy, baby. Using me to get yourself off. Iâm just your fuck toy arenât I princess?â
âSo good,â you murmured. âYou feel so good, Matty.â
The desperation in your voice set him off. He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and bucked forward, smirking in satisfaction when you moaned. The ridges of his abs rubbed against your clit, providing the perfect amount of pressure to the sensitive area.Â
âKeep riding me,â he said in a low, rough voice. âJust like that, angel. Such a good girl for me.â
You closed your eyes, lost to the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Mattheo gripped your chin, his voice rough around the edges as he spoke. âOpen your eyes, darling. I want to watch you cum.â
His rich brown eyes pinned you in place, drinking in every detail. That sexy smirk curved against his lips as he hooked his arms behind his head, admiring the view of his girl riding him.Â
âLook at you, baby. Youâre making such a fucking mess. Such an innocent face, but you turn into a filthy whore when youâre with me.âÂ
âOnly for you, Mattheo.âÂ
âDamn fucking right,â he said, sliding his hands under your skirt to rub at your clit.Â
You bucked against him, riding out the high. Heat exploded in your core and seeped into your veins. Mattheo kissed you roughly, staking his claim on you as he devoured your moans.Â
âThatâs it, princess. Cum for me, pretty girl.â
The orgasm felt like a lightning strike. It hit you all at once, making your walls spasm as you came all over Mattheoâs abs. He cursed when he felt you soaking him through, utterly turned on by the mess that youâve made. Mattheo had never been harder in his life.Â
Your boyfriend peppered kisses on your face, pulling you taut to him as you came down from the high. Mattheo brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up so he could press his lips against yours. He groaned and held your hips down, grinding his boner against your ass.Â
âIâm not done making you cum, princess. Youâve got one more in you, donât you angel?âÂ
As sensitive as you were, your pussy throbbed at his words. When it came to Mattheo, you could never really get enough.Â
âI thought I only got one reward. Youâre spoiling me, Matty.âÂ
âThereâs no question about it. Youâre my spoiled rotten little princess. But this reward isnât for you, itâs for me.â He smacked your ass, gesturing for you to get up. âNow come on, angel. I was serious about that desk.âÂ
He smirked as he walked you back to his desk, his hands disappearing underneath your skirt as he massaged your ass. Mattheo kissed you roughly before he flipped you over, bending you on the desk so you were face down and ass up. He flipped your skirt up, hissing when he found you soaking wet again.
âYou just canât help yourself can you, princess?â He pumped himself in his hand before sliding the tip of his cock along your folds. âGods, youâre fucking wet. Are you ready, baby?âÂ
You whimpered, rocking your hips against him for more friction. Mattheo held you in place, fisting your hair in his hands.Â
âUse your words, darling. I want to hear you beg like the good little slut that you are.âÂ
âPlease, Matty,â you whined. âI need you so badly that it hurts.âÂ
He kissed the base of your spine, grinning as he eased his length inside of you. Still sensitive from your last orgasm, you gripped the edges of the table as Mattheo buried his cock within your walls. Your legs felt like they were going to give out any minute, but he kept you upright, cursing when he felt how wet and tight you were.Â
âFuck,â he grunted as he thrust into you slowly. Mattheo gripped you from behind, picking up the pace. Your pussy clenched around him like a vice. âGods, pussyâs so good baby. Youâre doing so well. Taking all of me like my perfect little whore.âÂ
Mattheo fucking adored the way you blushed at his filthy words. He leaned over, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss as he fucked you into the table. He thought he was going to pass the fuck out when you grinded back into him, meeting his movements to take more and more of him. Mattheo leaned over and shielded your head from the wall, making sure you were protected as the table shook underneath you.Â
The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your breathy little moans was enough to send him over the edge, but he wanted to make good on his promise. Mattheo always put his girl first. The boys were right. He might be just a little bit pussy whipped.Â
Even without the sex, you couldâve asked Mattheo to kill for you and he wouldâve done so without question.Â
âI fucking love you, darling. Iâd kill for you. Iâd die for you,â he said, every word laced with conviction. âForever and always.âÂ
âI love you too, Matty. Forever and always.âÂ
He kissed your cheek, the action surprisingly soft compared to how rough the sex was. You felt like you couldâve melted onto the floor.Â
âCum with me, my love.âÂ
Mattheo wrapped his arms around you as that familiar heat spread burned in your core. He held you as the orgasm rocked through your body, sharing in the euphoric high while the two of you finished together. His grip around you only tightened, hugging you from behind while he slowly pulled out. You were barely keeping upright as it was, your legs threatening to give out under you.Â
Without a word, your boyfriend scooped you into his arms and brought you back to bed. He cradled you against him, whispering praises and encouragement while stroking your hair.Â
âYou did so well, baby. Iâm so proud of you for remembering all those runes. Youâre gonna ace your exam tomorrow.âÂ
âYou really think so, Matty?â You snuggled against him, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Mattheo stroked your back and placed a kiss on your temple.Â
âI know so, darling. You have no idea how proud I am for having such a smart girlfriend. I love bragging about you to our friends.âÂ
You flushed. âWell, I couldnât have done it all on my own. I had some help from my smart, sweet, and sexy study partner.
Mattheo grinned and kissed you gently. âGlad to be of service, my love.âÂ
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Danny is Some Guy with a not so secret admirer.
Part four? Post #four? I donât know, none of these are exactly in order. Post one, post two, post three.
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By the time Tim opened the door, Danny had his coffee made and handed to Mia at the register. He resolutely ignored her smug face and went back to making the other orders.
Tim had been a regular long before Danny had started at the coffee shop but it was three days into Dannyâs third week when Tim had stumbled in at eight a.m. and did a double take upon seeing Danny. A very obvious double take followed by intense staring before Mia had cleared her throat. The blush that lit up Timâs face was only rivaled by the one on Dannyâs.
He had never had anyone openly stare at him before.
Mia had been insufferable ever since.
It also didnât help that shortly after their first meeting Tim had started taking his breaks at the little coffee shop. Itâs been three weeks, nearly a month and Wayne Enterpriseâs CEO went from a bi-weekly regular to an everyday one. (Danny wondered if he should be concerned for the manâs caffeine intake but he only had the one cup every time so probably not.)
Originally, Danny had no plans to talk to Tim. It seemed obvious the guy had a crush on Danny if the constant looks over his laptop were anything to go by and Danny didnât want to encourage it. Danny barely had time to make new friends let alone start a relationship.
There was also the added problem of what was quickly becoming his bat stalkers. How do you explain to someone that you were being watched by Gothamâs vigilanteâs for no reason? (Or worse because he had made a poorly timed sleep-deprived comment.) Danny didnât think you could without seeming suspicious.
Incidentally though, Dannyâs plan went out the window when on a slow afternoon as he was cleaning tables and passed behind Tim. Once he saw the article the other man was reading he snorted.
Bruce Wayne and The Batman? Could This Be A New Romance For Gothams Most Beloved Billionaire?
It was one of those gossip rags that printed things like: Elvis: alive and well and Superman: a mild mannered farm boy? It was all nonsense.
Danny asked Tim why he bothered with the site and Tim responded that he found it amusing to read and that his family had a group chat where they sent the articles to each other.
âOkay. But Batman? Really? Your dad could do so much better.â
âYou donât like Batman?â Tim asked. Danny had slid into the chair next to him and shrugged. âI respect what he does but for as intimidating as he is, he also seems a little silly.â
Tim had given him an incredulous look and Danny hadnât given him time to ask for an explanation, âand his kids can be just as rude. Like that flying monkey one.â Tim choked on air and Danny politely waited for him to calm down. âKids? Wait - flying monkey one? Which one -?â
âThe one always doing back flips with the blue bird symbol. Heâs also a dick that gives hypocritical lectures about fighting.â Danny wouldnât say he hated the guy but he wasnât sure how many more lectures he could endure before going ghost and fighting him.
Tim had turned to Danny completely and was watching him with a look of disbelief, âyou mean Nightwing?â
âIs that his name? Imma call him Dickwing.â
Tim had started choking again, this time Danny patted his back hoping to help. Yet it was all for not once he kept talking, âI think Iâve only had positive interactions with the one who looks like a walking red flag.â
âRed flag? Do you men hood-?â
âNo, although he is definitely a red flag, I mean the other Red one. Iâm sorry, I donât know all these peoples names yet.â
âDanny!â Mia called.
Danny stood and patted Tim, who looked a little shell-shocked, on the shoulder. âWell work calls, see you later Mr. Drake-Wayne.â As he walked away he heard Tim mutter âitâs just Tim.â
(Tim for his part, placed his head in his hands and thought, well at least I have his name now.)
After that first interaction Tim stopped playing the lurker and started to actually talk to Danny and vise versa. Danny never asked if he still had a crush on him, he wasnât sure he wanted to know.
Unfortunately, their growing friendship had only encoraged Mia as she happily sang âyour boyfriendâs here!â
Danny, very maturely, did not stick his tongue out at her. He did however flip her off under the counter like an adult.
#danny is just some guy#Iâm still on Dannyâs pov#itâs just sillier from his perspective#batman#batfamily#batboys#batman fandom#dick grayson#batman wayne family adventures#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp crossover#dp dc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dp crossover#dc x dp#dcxdp#tim drake#tim drake wayne#danny fenton#I added a little OC#Mia the OC
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The Devil in Me
Kinktober Day 9 | Haechan Masterlist | Member Masterlist
tags: loss of virginity, first time, oral sex, marking, biting, possessive/protective Haechan, mentions of human sacrifice, demons, a lot softer/romantic than it sounds
length: 8293
Maybe you should have heeded the warnings of your friends and family, but youâd thought it was all just a bit of small-mindedness and prejudice.Â
When you started seeing a guy who was a loud and proud satanist, your friends and family had all told you that he would be bad news. But youâd done some research into the belief system of satanists, and it wasnât inherently evil, as they all seemed to believe. And you liked this guy, he was charming and handsome and he spoke to you like you were his everything, that you were someone special to him.Â
And now, in your present position, you can see that you were in fact someone special to him.Â
You were his virgin sacrifice.Â
It had been a mistake to tell him that you were a virgin. You couldâve fed him some other excuse for why you didnât want to have sex, but youâd gone with the truth. And now look where it got you.Â
Heâd brought you out into the woods on the premise of a night hike, stargazing, camping and keeping each other warm beside a campfire. But now you were strapped to a wooden table in the middle of a circle of fire in the woods, and he was pacing in circles around you, chanting words and drawing symbols on his bare chest in either red paint or some kind of blood.Â
Heâd already given you the evil villain speech. This was a ritual to summon a demon heâd read about â a chaos demon who could grant him wealth and talent by stealing it from others. He was going to sacrifice you and blah blah blah. Youâd stopped listening after a while. The straps on your wrists were so tight that you were losing feeling in your fingertips. Your ankles were tied down too, and you could see no way out of this, resigned to your fate.Â
All you know is that if he kills you, youâre going to haunt the shit out of him.Â
When he stops his pacing, when the chanting slows, you close your eyes and send a prayer out to anyone listening to save you.Â
The asshole teases you with your own death. He trails his hunting knife from your neck down between your breasts, slicing apart your shirt as he goes.Â
Your shirt falls open, and he returns the blade to your throat. You refuse to make a sound, you refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing you cry out.Â
âLook at me!â He yells, his hand gripping your chin. âI want you to watch.â
Your eyes fly open, and you stare this asshole in the eye, putting as much hatred and vitriol in your gaze as you can.Â
He grins, trailing the knife lower, and with a flick of his wrist, he gives you a shallow cut just above your left breast. You can see the first drops of your blood well up to the surface. His eyes light up, the chant falling from his lips again as he lifts his hand and the blade, drawing them up into the air over the center of your chest.Â
Heâs going to plunge it into your heart, thatâs something he said during his monologue.Â
You suck in a breath, watching his hand, watching the moonlight glint off the blade.Â
He swings.Â
And a tan hand curls around his wrist, halting the movement.Â
âI donât think so,â a smooth voice says.Â
You watch the hand on your would-be murdererâs wrist. The hand guides his, redirecting the path of his blade, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the blade draws across his throat. You try to tune out the wet choking sound as your would-be murderer collapses, as he pulls himself away through the grass and the brush, as he dies the ugly death he would have given to you.Â
You open your eyes when you can no longer hear him struggling to survive, and you see before you a beautiful, beautiful demon.Â
His eyes glow a deep red. Two black horns stick out from his black hair. Ragged black wings jut out from his shoulders. And heâs beautiful. Devastatingly handsome.Â
The summoning ritual worked.Â
The fight for survival comes racing back through you, and you jerk against your bonds, crying out, screaming for help. Youâll not have your soul taken by a demon. Thatâs not happening tonight!
âDonât be afraid,â he says calmly, âIâm not here to hurt you.â
With a wave of his hand, the bonds on your wrists snap, your ankles suddenly are freed as well. You sit up, clutching at the sides of your shirt to pull them together over your chest. The demon looks at you, and then turns his head to the side towards where you last heard that bastard's dying breaths fade away.Â
âSome humans are real assholes, yknow?â The demon says, still not looking at you. âThey think we all want sacrifices, which, donât get me wrong, they can be nice from time to time, but we donât demand the murder of virgins. We certainly donât demand unwilling pretty women be murdered in the woods.â
He spits towards what you can only assume is the dead body of your would-be murderer. And then the demon looks back at you, eyes aglow.Â
âIâm Haechan,â he introduces himself, holding his hand out to you. âBut you can call me Donghyeok.âÂ
You hesitate for a moment, uncertain if you should give him your name or shake his hand. You feel like youâve heard stories about how bad doing either of those things could be. But in the end, itâs the way that the corner of his mouth tilts up as he watches you that convinces you.Â
You put your hand in his, and you give him your name.Â
Donghyeok lifts your hand, brushing his lips across your knuckles. âPleased to have saved you.âÂ
Your pulse throbs in your veins, pounding in your ears.Â
An actual demon is holding your hand, standing before you smelling like sea air and citrus rather than the burning brimstone stories would have you believe. Donghyeok lowers your hand, and you pull it back into your lap.Â
âThat guy seemed like a dick.â Donghyeok turns away, shaking his wings as he walks over to the nearest flickering ground torch. He continues talking while he extinguishes that torch, saying, âVery bossy in his summoning chant. I probably wouldâve ended up killing him even if he wasnât trying to murder you. How did you end up here, anyway?â
âI was stupid.â You droop forward, hanging your head as you look down at your knees. âI let him trick me into thinking he was a good guy despite all the warnings from everyone around me. I thought they were just prejudiced since he was a Satanist, but they were right.â You risk a glance in Donghyeokâs direction. âI shouldnât have ever told him Iâm a virgin, I was basically just asking to get sacrificed in a demonic ritual.â
Donghyeokâs wings flare as he turns to look at you. âDonât say that. Donât ever blame yourself for the actions of a stupid man. He is the one that did this, not you.âÂ
He extinguishes two more torches before either of you speak again.Â
âVirgin sacrifices donât actually mean, like sexual virginity, yknow?â Donghyeok says, his back facing you while he puts out another torch. Now only four of them remain lit in the circle. âItâs virgin blood. Blood thatâs never been used for a ritual before. As soon as he cut you, I felt the call, and I saw what he was going to do to you. Iâm tired of men killing women with the excuse of summoning me. I just require a few drops of blood to be spilled, not a life taken.â
Donghyeok waves his wings, and three more torches flicker out, leaving just one glowing right in front of you, providing just enough light to see by as Donghyeok strides back to you. His bloody red eyes sweep over you from head to toe.Â
âWhat are you going to do to me?â You can tell your voice is small, nearly lost in the whisper of wind through the trees. But Donghyeok hears, and he cocks his head slightly to the side to watch you.Â
âHavenât you been listening?â He reaches up, snapping his fingers together and drawing a handkerchief out of thin air. âIâm not here to do anything to you. I came to rescue you from that asshole, and now youâre free.â He holds the handkerchief out to you.Â
âSo youâre just going to leave me here?â You accept the silky white cloth, and you find one corner of it embroidered with flowy script â LDH, it says, and you run your thumb over the fine threads making up the letters.Â
âI didnât say I was leaving you.â He smiles, and again, your pulse thunders. âWe can go, or we can stay here and have sex.â
A squawk of surprise and indignation leaves you, which makes Donghyeok laugh. And fuck, you thought he was beautiful before, the sight and sound of his genuine laughter makes him even more beautiful.Â
âIâm joking!â He keeps laughing, his shoulders shaking as he tries to hold it in while he speaks, âBut I can get you out of here in a snap so you donât have to hike back through these woods in the dark.âÂ
âPlease!â You reach out, grabbing both of his hands, holding them between yours. âPlease, get me out of here.â
Donghyeokâs expression goes serious. âI will, I promise. And what about him?âÂ
You begin to turn your head to look, but you change your mind, keeping your gaze fixed on this beautiful demon. You shake your head. âLeave him. The police can deal with him, Iâll report the crime when I get back to town.â
Donghyeok watches you for a moment, contemplating something. Then he shrugs, holds tighter to your hands, and you feel a tug behind your navel.Â
The scenery around you has changed.
Youâre still in the woods, but just at the edge of it. You can see the lights of town just ahead through the trunks.Â
âHere, letâs at least make it look like youâve run back here.â Donghyeok crouches down, filling his hand with soft dirt. âMay I?â
Youâre not entirely sure what youâre agreeing to, but you nod. Immediately, Donghyeok is touching you, spreading dirt over your clothes, a smear of mud along the torn open edge of your shirt. He runs his fingers through your hair (which shouldnât feel as good as it does). He plucks some twigs and leaves, sticking them haphazardly in your hair, dangling from a new rip at the bottom of your shirt.Â
He takes a step back to appreciate his handiwork, then nods, satisfied.Â
You both stand there looking at each other for a moment, and finally you say, âThank you.â
Donghyeok nods. âYou didnât deserve what that asshole was going to do to you. None of them ever do deserve it. He, however, deserved everything he got, and everything heâs going to get when I get back to Hell.â
âThank you,â you repeat because you mean it, and there are no words more genuine that you can think to say. âReally, Donghyeok, thank you.â
You turn towards the lights of town. Youâre going to the police, filing a report, making sure they know that that bastard tried to kill you, and he's the reason heâs dead.Â
âOne thing before you go!â Donghyeok steps in front of you. You look up at him just as he reaches out and puts his hand on your right shoulder. His hand burns hot and then hotter through your shirt, and you hiss in pain, trying to draw away, but Donghyeok holds on, only releasing you once the pain begins to fade into a tingle.Â
âThatâs all. See you around.â
And then the demon disappears into a shadowy mist.Â
You stand there for a moment before you pull yourself back together, and you walk into town, straight for the police station.Â
They believe the story, which is good since most of it is true. Only part of it is fictionalized: when you say that you managed to slip the bonds heâd had on your wrists, the part where you wrestled the knife from him, where youâd cut him across the throat and then run miles back to town through the woods. But the story is believable because the facts and evidence are all there â the police trek through the woods and find the site of the ritual, find his body, find a blade that somehow has your fingerprints; they find plans in his apartment, records of messages between him and others, of his search history on how to summon a demon and how to perform a virgin sacrifice.Â
When you finally leave the police station, returning home under the care of your family and friends, you finally get a moment to yourself in the shower.Â
You peel off your pants and socks, drag your shirt over your head, slip off your panties and bra, and then you look at yourself in the mirror.Â
Black inky lines that werenât there before these events are there now. You twist, angling better towards the mirror to be able to see what appears to be a whole tattoo that you never got.Â
A sunflower curves from front to back over your shoulder and down onto your arm.Â
You brush your fingers over the petals, feeling your skin tingle in a not unpleasant way. It sends a curl of warmth into your belly, makes your heart pound.Â
Itâs Donghyeok, you know it is.Â
This is his mark, left on you.Â
The next time you see him, itâs too brief for your liking.Â
Thereâs a street festival, sort of like a carnival in town, and you spend hours down there one day as afternoon turns to evening turns to night. It brings all the weirdos out, from your town and those surrounding. You stick close to your friends, you have fun, you spend too much money on greasy food and rigged carnival games, you flirt with a cute carnie to get the big stuffed teddy bear prize.Â
Your friends decide to ride the Ferris wheel, but your mild fear of heights and the lure of a big pink cloud of cotton candy call to you instead. Youâll stay here feet firmly on the ground, enjoying your cotton candy, and watching them take a turn on the giant wheel.Â
But first you have to find the cotton candy booth.Â
Youâre carrying your teddy prize like itâs a toddler, hoisted up to sit on your hip. Youâre still rather pleased with yourself for having flirted it out of the carnie, even though youâre not quite sure what youâre going to do with it, and carrying it around for the rest of the night is possibly going to become a bit of a hindrance.Â
You cut between two game booths, slipping into the shadowed path that runs along the backs of the games, like an alley between the ring toss games facing one way and the basketball and shooting games facing the other. The cotton candy booth is visible at the end.Â
You have to step over wires, bags of vacuum-sealed prizes, a crate thatâs surrounded by cigarette butts. The dings and chimes, alarm sounds and cries of joy all sound muffled, leaving you feeling a bit apart from the carnival despite being right in the heart of it.Â
A figure melts out of the shadows, suddenly keeping perfect stride with you.Â
You gasp, twisting around with the bear between you and this shadow-born devil.Â
âMe again,â Donghyeok laughs.Â
Heâs got his hands tucked into his pockets. The devil horns are concealed by a hood. Heâs wearing a leather jacket that has black wings stitched into the back panel. He could pass for normal, you think as your heart settles back into a more normal rhythm, if only his eyes werenât still a deep red with his pupils reflecting light like an animalâs eyes at night.Â
âDonghyeok.â You almost collapse against the back of one of the game tents.Â
His lips curl around the sound of your name. You like the sound of that â his voice, your name.Â
You just stand there staring at him for a moment, amazed that heâs actually here. In the days after your near-sacrifice, youâd almost convinced yourself that Donghyeok had been nothing more than a figment of your imagination used to soften the trauma of that night a little. But here he is again. Real. In the flesh.Â
âAre you keeping out of trouble?â He asks, and when you nod, he scoffs. âBut youâre back here walking by yourself? Do you know what kinds of people are drawn to work these carnivals? The transient lifestyle calls to some pretty awful people.â He turns to look back along the path youâve been walking in this makeshift alleyway.Â
Several feet back, thereâs a slumped over figure where there hadnât been before. And the longer you look, the more you realize itâs that cute carnie that had given you the bear.
âDonât worry, baby, Iâve got your back.â Donghyeok pats your right shoulder, his skin hot against yours. âYou should get back to your friends before they start worrying. Here, this is for you.âÂ
Out of thin air, he draws a large fluffy pink cotton candy, holding it out to you.Â
Donghyeok escorts you back towards your friends, and he blends in with the crowd, looking perfectly human except for his eyes. His shoulder bumps against yours. He chatters and laughs with you. You find it so curious the way that your heart skips each time you look at him.Â
Hours later, once youâre safely ensconced at home, you notice that the center of your sunflower marking on your shoulder is darker than it used to be, almost like youâd gotten it shaded in.Â
Donghyeok again, youâre sure.Â
You recall his hand on your shoulder, the gentle but pleasant burn of his skin on yours.Â
You turn your head, resting your cheek against your shoulder. The center of the sunflower is warm against your cheek.Â
A few weeks later, youâre certain your family thinks youâre crazy. Youâve not seen Donghyeok again since that night at the carnival, and honestly, youâre beginning to feel very Bella Swan in New Moon about the situation. Youâre about to start throwing yourself into harmâs way just to see if Donghyeok will make an appearance to save you; although, you have a strong suspicion that if he knew you were doing dangerous things intentionally, he would make a point of not showing up.Â
So, instead of trying to cross paths with dangerous men (again), you decide to go to the library and local bookstores and pull any books you can find on how to summon a demon. You do research online, printing out pages and pages of summoning rituals. Youâve got a whole wall of your bedroom dedicated to the stuff.
âThere is something very wrong with you,â your dad says one afternoon when he sees it all. âYou survived that satanist dick. Why would you put yourself through this?â
Youâre pretty sure your family and friends think youâre doing this to torture yourself. You can tell theyâre all worried for you, all of them concerned about what path youâre taking.
But youâre not diving headfirst into satanism or anything like that really. You just want to summon one demon in particular â a chaos demon named Haechan who has asked you personally to call him Donghyeok.
You seek out a different ritual than the one performed when you first met him. You donât want to have to sacrifice a virgin even if it only means a few drops of voluntary blood; that veers too close to the sacrifice youâd almost found yourself to be in the woods.Â
Eventually, you find a source online that suggests a few specific crystals, certain herbs, fire and chalk and a spell in a language that youâll have to teach yourself. But it seems doable. You just have to find a shop for all of those things, and then youâll summon Donghyeok. You just want to see him again. Youâre drawn to him, and maybe itâs because he saved you so youâve got some weird type of twist on Stockholm Syndrome, or maybe itâs this sunflower he marked on your shoulder, the roots itâs put down inside you making you want to see him more and more, thirsting for him like a desert plant in a drought.Â
You find a shop perfectly suited to your needs. The woman running the place seems quirky enough that you donât have any qualms about telling her everything â what youâre looking for, how youâre going to use it, why youâre using it â and youâre obsessed with the gleeful twinkle in her eye as she dances around the shop, gathering the items youâve listed, plucking them from dark corners, from a bay of windows, from bunches of herbs hanging from the ceiling.Â
âI do have to warn you,â she says as she carefully packs it all into a bag for you, her voice dipping towards a serious tone to say, âSome demons are always listening for a call, even if itâs not for them, especially when itâs a pretty girl like you calling with almost no taint in your blood. Just know, dear, that when you call for your demon, someone else might try reaching through. So be careful when you speak the spell. Clear pronunciation, clear focus and determination.â
She pats your hand tenderly before you leave, and she wishes you well.Â
You set up the ritual in your bedroom. You push all the furniture out of the center of the room, roll back the rug that usually covers the floor beneath your bed. You sketch out the symbols in chalk on the hardwood floor, you set up the crystals exactly according to the diagram on the website, placing candles exactly right too. You scatter herbs across the pentagram, sprinkle a few in a bowl set in the center of the ritual space, and finally you kneel beside it.Â
You clear your mind except for thoughts of Donghyeok, your wish to have him in front of you, and you begin speaking the words youâve been practicing since you found them.Â
Before, theyâve felt like hollow words, but now as they fall from your lips thereâs a new weight to them.Â
You continue, keeping your mind set, and you strike a match, watch the flame flicker and wave as you continue speaking the spell, the foreign words feeling strange on your lips and tongue, creating a tingle that makes you feel that this must be working, that youâll be able to see Donghyeok again.Â
You drop the match into the bowl of crushed herbs in the center of the pentagram. The bowl is instantly engulfed in flame, the heat kissing your cheeks, and the final words of the spell incinerate in the air, the flames crackling and flashing a solid purple for a moment.Â
You feel the air from the room disappear as the fire swirls and sparks, as the candle flames around the circle shoot up elongated and casting shadows. The crystals crack and shimmer.
And when it all falls away, when the flame in the bowl extinguishes and the candles resume their normal flame size, you look up at the demon standing above you.Â
Itâs not him.Â
You gasp, falling back on your hands.Â
The demon is fearsome, brutish. He reaches for you, gnarled red fingers clawed with filthy talons. You scramble backwards as he grabs for your sleeve, tearing the fabric when you jerk backwards.Â
Suddenly the demon releases you and stands straight within the pentagram.Â
âHaechanâs mark?â He utters in a garbled, deep voice straight from the pits of Hell. âYou are under Haechanâs protection?â
A sharp whistle from across your bedroom draws your attention and that of the hideous demon in front of you.Â
Donghyeok sits on your bed, looking relaxed as ever. He cocks his head to the side, staring down this other demon. âThatâs right. Sheâs under my protection, so get the fuck out.â
Donghyeok flicks his fingers, and the other demon vanishes in a wave of smoke and embers.Â
You canât look away from Donghyeok lounging on your bed like itâs his throne. Heâs wearing that leather jacket again, though right now his devil horns are visible poking through his dark hair. Youâve missed looking at him.Â
He looks at you now too. âYou called?â
âI wanted to see you,â you tell truthfully.Â
âWhy?â Donghyeok asks, not moving from the bed, just sitting there and watching you.Â
âWell why did you mark me?â You lift your fingers to the flower on your shoulder, brushing your fingers over the petals.Â
Across the room, Donghyeokâs eyelids flutter, and he rolls his head on his neck a little as if to relieve tension. âI marked you because I want you to be safe. I knew if any other demons saw my mark on you, they would leave you alone, as just evidenced.â He gestures at the pentagram. âAnd because I wanted you to have something to remember me by. And I like the thought of you wearing a memory of me.â
You stroke the petals of the flower again, and Donghyeok sits up on the edge of your bed, sitting forward.Â
âThe flower changed the last time I saw you.â You draw your finger up to the center, darker now than it had been when Donghyeok first marked you the night you met. âThe center has color now.â
âI know.â He leans forward, but doesnât leave your bed, though he seems to just be hanging onto the very edge of it. He doesnât explain more, just looks at you as if waiting for more.Â
You climb to your feet, picking your way through the candles and crystals and herbs, and you come to stand just in front of Donghyeok. He raises his gaze to your face, his hands are planted on either side of his thighs, and he doesnât say a word as you reach out a hand, as you first touch his cheek with just your fingertips, and then you move them along his jaw, up into his hair.Â
Donghyeokâs eyes flutter shut, a sigh falls from his lips.Â
Your fingers find his horns, and gently you run your fingers along them both.Â
His hands fly to your hips, a breath catching audibly in his throat. âWhat are you doing?â He asks, voice tight but not in a way like he wants you to stop.Â
âYouâre beautiful, Donghyeok,â you canât resist saying, âAnd youâve marked me, so maybe I want to return the favor.â
Donghyeokâs lips draw into a smirk. âMark me how? Who are you trying to show that Iâm yours?â
Your heart thunders, heat racing through your body at the sound of that. Iâm yours, he said. âSay it again,â you demand.Â
âSay what?â Donghyeokâs eyes open at last, flicking open and lifting to meet your gaze. âThat marking me would show others that Iâm yours? That I belong to you in some way?â His hands tighten in your hips pleasantly, and you shuffle a little more forward into the V of his open thighs. Donghyeok smiles up at you, saying, âBaby, youâre mine. And you have been since the night we met, since I put my mark on your shoulder. Itâs only fair that you put a claim on me too. Do your worst.â
Challenge burns in his red eyes, and heat flows through you, rivers of fire that all lead to one point, settling low in your belly â a pool of burning need that youâve never felt with anyone else before.Â
With your fingers still in Donghyeokâs hair, you tip his head back. His lips pull into a wider grin, a soft sound of amusement, and then, âI forgot, baby, youâre a virgin. Are you intimidated by the thought of marking me?â
âNo,â you groan. âShut up.âÂ
You push Donghyeokâs shoulders, and he flops onto his back in your bed.Â
God, he just looks like a guy, any normal guy that you might have found and invited back to your bed. And youâve had a man in your bed before. Youâve had make out sessions, had heated heavy petting that never led anywhere. Youâve had hickeys, and given out your fair share of them too.Â
But Donghyeok is Donghyeok. Thereâs definitely something intimidating about the confident way heâs looking at you, the sexy look in his eye as he watches you â not just a look that says that he knows heâs sexy, but even more arousing is that the look in his eyes tells you that he finds you incredibly sexy.Â
You sink onto your bed on your knees, straddling the demonâs lap. Donghyeok lifts his hands up, interlacing his fingers behind his head as he watches you, and the expression on his face is just stoking that fire inside of you.Â
âCan you sit up?â You ask. âTake your jacket off?â
âMm,â Donghyeok hums. âI like when you tell me what to do.â
Your belly swoops, and his grin widens.Â
He sits up, and you find his smile just inches in front of you. He shrugs out of his jacket, pushing it off the bed, and then heâs sitting here beneath you in a plain white tee, the denim of his jeans rubs against your thighs. And heâs right here. Right here. Lips just in front of you, and your hands drift back to touch him, to feel the warmth and breadth of his shoulders, and then your thumbs are sweeping in to trace over his Adamâs apple, which bobs when he swallows and breathes in sharply. Your fingers slide around to the nape of his neck, just pushing into his hair, and Donghyeok makes a noise so quiet yet so filled with desire.Â
Youâve been sitting here watching the path of your hands, but now you look at his lips so full and moist in front of you. And then you look just a bit higher to his eyes.Â
Perhaps the demonic bloody red of them should scare you, but they donât. They stare into yours and you canât bring yourself to give a damn about the fact that Donghyeok is a demon and not just a man.Â
That doesnât matter to you one bit when you finally press your lips to his.Â
Donghyeok immediately kisses you back, opening up to your kiss, but he lets you take the lead, lets you do what you want with him. He moans when you push your hands higher into his hair at the back of his head, moans when you suck on his tongue, moans when you press your chest against his.Â
You moan when his hands finally find your hips again. Donghyeok drags your hips across the front of his pants, and you break the kiss to let out a shuddery moan.Â
âOkay?â He murmurs, lips falling down to your jaw, leaving butterfly kisses along the underside.Â
âYes,â you sigh, âDo it again.â
Donghyeok drags you over his crotch again, rolling his hips up too, and you can feel him then, his erection beginning to press against the front of his jeans. He does it again and again, and after a few moments, you pick up the rhythm, taking over as you simulate riding him, and you bring his mouth back onto yours.Â
Again, Donghyeok is happy to let you lead, to control whatâs happening.Â
He just touches you without pushing you, kisses you at the pace you set, although that doesnât mean heâs a passive participant in all of this. Heâs reacting and vocal, occasionally nipping at your bottom lip, occasionally bucking his hips out of rhythm with your moves. Itâs like heâs giving you little peeks into his desire for you, moments when his cool demon facade slips.Â
Donghyeok moans when you leave his mouth behind to instead kiss his neck. His hands come to rest on your ass while you keep rolling and grinding down on his straining erection, and youâre feeling the tightening in your belly, you know if you donât stop soon youâre going to cum like this. But it wouldnât be the first time. Youâve had boyfriends and casual relationships before that respected your virginity, that had been content with things like this, found it hot to cum when fully clothed.Â
Donghyeok seems to be in the same mindset.Â
His golden skin beneath your lips is hot, and he moans your name again and again, rolling his hips up to meet each downward push of yours. You rock your hips more frantically, losing control as your orgasm rises. You bite at his throat as you cum, and Donghyeokâs hands on your ass keep you moving, keeping up with the push and pull of your pussy grinding over his erection.Â
Your body is still tingling as you roll off of him, as you lie down in your bed and pull him over you. âMore,â you demand, âI want more.â
âAre you sure?â The demon above you asks.Â
You crave more from him. Donghyeok has you hotter than any man ever has before.Â
He kisses you without warning, jolting forward and sweeping you into a dramatic, hungry kiss. You want him, and you pour that desire into the kiss, impatient and horny for him to give you more.Â
You donât wait for Donghyeok to start undressing you, you reach down and unfasten your shorts, maneuvering them off your hips and down your legs. The shirtâs a bit more difficult to rid yourself of, but Donghyeok obligingly breaks the kiss to let you pull it over your head, and while youâre in this position with space between you, you reach for the hem of his shirt.Â
âCan I?â You ask, tucking your fingers beneath the hem. âI want to have all of you.â
Donghyeokâs eyes flash flaming red. His voice is rough with emotion when he says simply, âYes.â
You drag his shirt over his head without another moment wasted. And then your hands are back in his hair, stroking the curve of his horns as Donghyeok crushes his mouth to yours again.Â
Donghyeok grinds against your thigh while the two of you make out, and you have to pull one of your hands from his hair, seeking out one of his hands to pull down between your legs.Â
Youâve been touched like this before too. Over the panties, an ex rubbing your clit and stroking along your slit with the thin fabric between you and him. Youâd managed a weak, unsatisfactory orgasm from it after a drawn out attempt, and decided to end things with him a few days later citing that you just didnât feel the chemistry.Â
But presently, the moment Donghyeokâs fingers make contact with your clit over your panties, your brain is buzzing. Every nerve ending in your body is alert.Â
Donghyeok kisses you through every gasp and sigh. He smiles when you whine and buck your hips, when you circle your hips and grab at his wrist to guide his fingers towards your wet entrance, to the spot where your panties are absolutely soaked through. He kisses the corner of your mouth, and teases, âDo you want me to continue?â
You push away your panties, almost tearing them in your rush to be rid of them.Â
This much youâve never done before. Never done penetration even with a manâs fingers.Â
Whether Donghyeok can read that in you, or if he sees the slight anxious anticipation in your gaze, he tenderly kisses your lips, sufficiently distracting you as he slicks his fingers against your bare pussy. This is a first for you too. Bare fingers and bare pussy, slick wetness making the glide so much easier and more pleasant.Â
Donghyeok kisses you and touches you until youâre whimpering, reaching for his wrist. âInside me, put them inside me,â you beg, urging his hand lower.Â
It doesnât make sense for a demon to be so gentle, but he is. Donghyeok eases first a single finger inside you, then another. He leaves your lips to kiss down your throat and chest, kissing lower and lower, drawing down your body until his mouth is right there and he licks your clit.Â
Youâre not sure if itâs just the experience of oral sex or if itâs because itâs Donghyeok, but your entire body lights up as he licks your clit, as he thrusts his fingers into you again. He takes his time with you, filling you with his fingers, curling them inside you and brushing a spot that makes you gasp, body jerking at the incredible sensation.Â
Donghyeok laughs, delighted by how youâre reacting. He kisses your hips and your belly, slowly works his way back up, and you swear it feels like he kisses every part of you. His fingers press inside your pussy, slow thrusts until youâre begging for more, raking your fingers through his hair while heâs kissing your belly. Your fingers find his horns, and you use them like handles to guide his head back down.Â
Heâs laughing still, thoroughly enjoying you taking control, guiding him to where you want him.Â
You arch your back, rolling your hips down against his face as Donghyeok sucks your clit between his lips, his fingers suddenly fucking into you at a faster speed, skilled at touching you exactly right.Â
A second orgasm sweeps through you, and you ride it out on his face and fingers.Â
When you push at Donghyeokâs devil horns, he backs off, kneeling up between your legs, and he gazes down at you while he licks his lips, and brings his fingers up to his mouth. You canât look away, completely enraptured as he licks between his fingers, as he sucks them into his mouth. His eyes are hot, raking over your body.Â
You want him bad.Â
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â Donghyeok asks, pulling his fingers out of his mouth. His hand drifts down to the front of his pants, and you watch him give himself a squeeze. âLooking like you want to eat me, baby.â
You want to take a bite out of him. Well, you at least canât fight the urge to bite him, to leave the imprint of your teeth in the curve of his shoulder, to bite his neck again since heâd seemed to like that earlier. You donât want to eat him, but you sure want to take all of him, to have this devil inside you.Â
Donghyeok slides the heel of his palm along his clothed erection, and you decide right then in that moment that youâve had enough of waiting.Â
âIâm ready,â you tell him.Â
Donghyeok blinks, and again he looks more human than demon. âReady? Like for⌠for sex?â
You nod.Â
âYou want to lose your virginity with me?â Donghyeok clarifies. You nod, but thatâs still not enough for him. âI need to hear you say it.â
âDonghyeok, please will you have sex with me. Iâm ready to let go of the idea of my virginity. Iâm ready to have sex, and I want it to be with you.â Can you be more clear?
Yes, youâve waited a long time for this. Youâve picked and chosen, selecting this actual demon over some normal men. But despite Donghyeokâs demonhood, heâs treated you better and been more considerate than any of the men youâve come close to considering doing this with before. Youâve just been waiting for the right man to come along, and the right man in this case just happens to be a horny, red-eyed demon.Â
Donghyeok kisses you once again, and then he waits, holding just above you until you reach up and pull him back in. Heâs smiling when you kiss him, and again, he lets you take over, lets you touch him and do what you want. So when you run your hands along his ribs, when your fingertips reach the waistband of his jeans, Donghyeok just moans happily.Â
His hands join yours in the effort to push his pants down, and the demon above you laughs delightfully, kissing you thoroughly making you forget the slight nerves you feel at the prospect of finally doing this, finally having sex, instead youâre just excited, just laughing and moaning along with him.Â
As soon as Donghyeokâs pants are slid down and kicked off, you reach for his dick, touching him the way an ex-boyfriend of yours had liked. Heâd always told you to make it all about him, taught you to do things the way that he liked.Â
âWait,â Donghyeok says, âYou donât have to do all that. Iâm already worked up for you, baby. You may think being a demon comes with supernatural endurance or something, but in this Iâm no better than a human man. Youâre gorgeous, and that makes me want to justâŚâ He cuts himself off by kissing you, but you think you get what he means.Â
He finds you beautiful, and not only that, but beautiful enough that he feels at risk of cumming too fast if you keep touching him before heâs inside you.Â
âThen fuck me.â You whisper the words to his lips. âTake me as a virgin sacrifice, Donghyeok. Like I was meant to be.â
Donghyeok scoffs, kissing you again and then heâs moving. His hand brushes yours away from his dick, and he rolls his hips forward, pressing the tip against your entrance without actually entering you.Â
âAre you sure?â
âI find it beyond charming that youâre a polite, gentlemanly chaos demon, Donghyeok. Yes, Iâm sure.â You shift your hips, circling them down, and Donghyeokâs dick sinks in.Â
He keeps going, pressing in deeper. Heâs watching your face, and you hold his gaze while you adjust to the full feeling, the different feeling of having something this thick and deep inside you. Not a bad feeling, just a different kind.Â
âDonât stop!â You gasp when Donghyeok just goes still inside you.Â
He holds himself above you, just looking down at you with this expression and all of these emotions in his red eyes.Â
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â You ask, lifting a hand up to cover his eyes, but it does nothing to block his radiant smile. âAre you gonna move or just dock yourself in me?â
Donghyeok laughs again, and youâre quickly realizing thatâs your favorite sound. âMaybe Iâm taking in your virgin sacrifice,â he teases, âDoing my demon thing.â
âRight, sure. But can you hurry up with your demon thing?â You move your hand from his eyes, pushing your fingers into his hair to find his horns again. Donghyeok shudders with pleasure as you stroke your fingers over the ridges on one horn and then the other. âYouâre not acting very demonic, you know. Treating me all gently and tenderly.â
âOh, Iâm sorry. Youâd rather I bend you into strange shapes and fuck you hard and rough for your first time?â Donghyeok pulls his hips back and pushes back in roughly. It stings a bit, but you donât mind all that much. And then he does it again. âLike this?â
âSure,â you whimper, âFuck me like youâve done to all the other girls youâve ever fucked.â
Donghyeok simply kisses you, getting you to melt beneath his lips, and then he moves again, thrusting into you. You gasp into the kiss, and Donghyeok takes advantage of that to deepen the kiss, making out with you as he fucks you, his dick reaching places that you didnât even realize existed. Heâs got your legs spread wide, his hips crashing against you repeatedly, drawing pretty moans from you with each thrust against your sweet spot.Â
And once you get used to this new sensation of having a dick inside you, you really enjoy it. Donghyeokâs tongue being down your throat helps a bit too, his skill with kissing is definitely distracting you from the less pleasant sensations.Â
Your whole body tingles each time that Donghyeok buries himself to the hilt in you. He grinds forward, stimulating your clit, externally and internally. He touches your boobs, but that doesnât do a whole lot for you. You keep your hands in his hair, on his horns, and that seems to drive him mad with lust; each time youâve got your fingers on his black devil horns, Donghyeok jerks, fucking into you a little harder, a little out of control.Â
Itâs one of those times that youâve got a hand curled around one of his horns, your other hand cradling the back of his neck as Donghyeok kisses your collarbones, that he moans so beautifully for you. âFuck,â he moans, âI want to give you everything, baby. Everything Iâve got, all for you.â
You want it, whatever that means. Whatever Donghyeok has, youâll take it.Â
A moment later, he cums, heat flooding your belly, sticky and slick as he pulls out, streaking it across your inner thighs and your pussy.Â
âEverything, baby,â he murmurs, kissing along your collarbone to your right shoulder. He rolls his hips forward, filling you with his dick once more right as he kisses the sunflower mark he gave you that first night.Â
Fire ignited throughout your body, pleasure and desire tangling together, ramping up higher and higher. Your climax tears through you like a wildfire, and Donghyeok fucks you through it, hips driving against yours; his teeth dig against your shoulder, his tongue following to soothe the bitemark. You can only hold onto him, hold tighter, keep moving your body with his to keep the waves of pleasure coming.Â
Even once youâre coming down from your orgasm, your whole body is still tingling and warm. Donghyeok is all but stuck to you, both of you are all sweaty so your skin sticks together. His lips press to the sunflower mark he left on you, his hands slide against your ribs, leaving a hot tingle deep under your skin, and you have a feeling heâs leaving another mark, another claim or protection.Â
You canât get a good look at the marks heâs left on you, but you can feel them all â the warmth of the sunflower on your shoulder, which youâre pretty sure looks a bit more yellow in the petals now than it did earlier; there are the hickeys and bitemarks Donghyeok left on you; now these new marks on your ribs, which look like a swirl of small inky spots that are resolving into anything familiar, and on the other side you swear itâs a fine-line rendition of the sun.Â
You wish you could do the same and leave a mark on him, more than the sparse hickeys you left on his throat earlier.Â
For right now, you settle for just holding him. You wrap your arms around him, and Donghyeok tucks his face into your shoulder, moaning softly as he rolls onto his side, bringing you with him. Your legs are still tangled, bodies pressed together, his dick still inside you though heâs gone soft.Â
âCall me crazy,â Donghyeok whispers to you, âI know weâve only met twice before tonight, but I feel like we have a really good connection. I like you.â
Your heart races at the confession. âI like you too.â
You feel his lips curve into a smile against your skin. âGood. Iâd hate for you to have just given up your virginity on a guy you donât even like. A demon, at that.â
âIt doesnât bother me that youâre a demon yknow. Youâre more decent than most of the guys Iâve known.â You trace your fingers down Donghyeokâs back, feeling two long angled scars by his shoulder blades, like thatâs where his wings come and go from. âIf anything, I donât understand why a demon is interested in me.â
Donghyeok lifts his head, and he looks you in the eye as he says, âI told you earlier. Youâre gorgeous, and the moment that asshole tried to sacrifice you to me, I caught a glimpse of your soul. Youâre a pure soul, so utterly good that it pains me to look at you with all the layers peeled back, but not in a bad way. It hurts me the way it hurts to look at something you aspire toward; looking at you is like looking at the stars and knowing that youâll never be able to hold one in your hand.â
But his hands are on you now.Â
His fingers trace over your ribs, and you can tell by the tingle now that heâs definitely left a new mark on you.Â
You take up his hand, pulling it up to your lips, and you place a kiss in the center of his palm. And when you look at his face, you see right there on his cheek that maybe. Heâs closer to holding the stars than he thinks. You trace the constellation of moles on his cheek and down his throat, so similar to one that you see in the night sky.Â
Donghyeok leans his cheek into your hand, and he holds you a little closer. He presses his forehead to yours.Â
The candles behind you on the floor have burned down to nothing but puddles of cooling wax. The herbs and crystals and chalk symbols can be picked up and wiped away in the morning. But for tonight, you hold a demon in your arms, completely at ease in his warm embrace.
a/n: I'm sorry for the long wait on this one! Day 9 is finally being posted on Day 11, which has definitely put me behind, and is making me reconsider my decision to do this for this month. But I really liked writing this one! I've been very Haechan-biased since The Dream Show 3, so I needed to write this tbh.
If you notice any errors or if you feel I should include some more tags/content warnings, please let me know!
I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs are deserving of my eternal gratitude, likes are greatly appreciated, and your thoughts and comments are always welcome !
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iâm in love with how this feels 𦹠LN4
PAIRINGS: lando norris x female!reader
SUMMARY: who knew that a simple tiktok trend would leave lando flustered and blushing.
AUTHORâS NOTE: i did some research bc iâm not really sure how i should call the gesture, and apparently, the âokâ ring gesture is a symbol of hate, but in this one shot, i donât mean it like that. so, i apologize of some of you will be offended, it is not my intention to offend you, it will just be mentioned in the one shot for story purposes and not so spread hate. thatâs all, hope youâll enjoy this one since lately iâve been on a slump :/ enjoy! :)
REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.
WORD COUNT: 781
WARNINGS: not proofread, typos, âokâ ring hand gesture, and no use of y/n
It was a quiet evening, and it was those kind of lazy nights where you and Lando were both sprawled across the couch, phones in hand, and just enjoying each otherâs quiet company. Your legs were draped over his lap, and he absentmindedly caressed your thighs, his touch light and soothing, tracing soft patterns on your skin. The steady rhythm of his touch made the whole moment feel more relaxed and with the warm glow of the lamp bathed the room in a soft, golden light, making the moment feel even more intimate.
You were scrolling through tiktok, when a video caught your eyeâit was a tiktok video of a girl demonstrating a cute way to intertwine fingers with her boyfriend. The act was so simple but so endearing, especially when the guy blushed. You couldnât help but grin as an idea sparked in your mind, making you wonder how Lando might react if you tried doing it to him.
âI want to try something.â You said, sitting up all of a sudden and catching Landoâs attention.
âWhat are you up to now?â He glanced at you, a little bit confused, but there was a hint of smile playing on his lips as he locked his phone.
âJust trust me.â You replied, your voice playful as you shuffled closed to him on the couch.
âAlright then, what do I have to do?â Lando nodded, still a little bewildered.
âOkay,â you instructed, holding back a smile, âmake an âokayâ sign with your right hand.â You demonstrated by making a circle with your thumb and index finger.
âLike this?â He asked as he gave you a look of pure confusion, but like as always, Lando went along with it, holding his hand up in the gesture you asked for.
âPerfect.â You said with a grin.
âThis is weird already, babe.â Lando chuckled, his dimpled smile making your heart skip.
You ignored his playful skepticism, and raised your left hand left hand and formed a thumbs up. Lando was watching you intently now, still not entirely sure what you were trying to do, but the curiosity in his eyes was clear.
âWhat is this even supposed toââ he started, but you cut him off.
You placed your left thumb inside of the circle of his hand, causing him to frown slightly, still puzzled. Then, you gently intertwined your fingers, locking them together in a way how it was done in the video. You could see the flush rising to his cheeks, Landoâs confusion from earlier had melted into something softer, sweeter, when he realized what you had just done. Landoâs cheeks flushed with a soft pink hue.
âYouâre blushing!â You laughed, a teasing sparkle in your eyes.
âOh my god,â Lando mumbled, trying to look anywhere but you, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.
You had expected a cute reaction, but seeing Lando so flustered sent you into a fit of giggles. He looked down at your now intertwined hands, his blushed just deepened, and the sight of it made you burst into laughter, unable to contain how really adorable he looked. Lando, still holding your hand, smirked playfully and tugged on it, pulling you closer to him until you practically toppled onto his chest.
âCome here you.â He chuckled, his other arm wrapping instantly around your waist as you settled against him, your laughter mingling with his. âWas that some sort of a ârizzâ move?â Lando teased, his face still flushed as he looked down at you, amusement dancing in his eyes.
âWell, it totally worked, didnât it?â You shot back, grinning widely.
âYeah, it really did, you cheeky woman.â Lando admitted softly, his voice dipping as he leaned closer to you.
Landoâs lips brushed yours in the gentlest of kisses, his hand still holding yours tightly, fingers perfectly entwined. The kiss was soft and sweet, filled with the unspoken connection between you both, and so in love with how it felt. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his smile now more relaxed and adoring.
âYouâre way too good at this.â Lando whispered, his voice a little husky, though the playful glint never left his eyes.
âWhat can I say? Iâve got game.â You winked at him and giggled, squeezing his hand again. Landoâs eyes met yours and he leaned in again, pressing a few soft kisses on your lips.
âYeah? Youâre full of cheeky moves, arenât you?â He smiled, whispering against your lips, his breath warm and gentle.
âHm, maybe.â You grinned, your noses brushing.
âWell, whatever you called that, it worked.â Lando chuckled, pulling you even closer and pressing a kiss to your temple.
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