#i did like her before but never like sought out her music
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yes i excluded all i want for xmas bc it's in its own category as greatest xmas song ever. she's got 19 total so i ruthlessly picked my personal faves :)
#poll#polls#music poll#tumblr poll#inspired by how i was listening to mariah's greatest hits the other day#shout out to my BFF who turned me into a lamb when we were roommates#i did like her before but never like sought out her music#also my answer is one sweet day that song makes me cry and i'm not even relating it to anything bc#it's just fucking good lol
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kehlani || mattheo riddle
SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. i have no twâe for this besides the fact this is meant to be like a â¨mystery⨠so happy kinktober detectives!
Mattheo Riddle did not care for relationships.
His father had taught him long ago romantic entanglements were a waste of time. Even with his mother being his fatherâs right hand in war, he saw her nothing more than just another soldier. Mattheo adored his mother, resulting him deciding it wouldnât be suitable for him to treat a witch like that. So as he attended Hogwarts University, he focused on his studies instead. The expectation of reviving his father was on his shoulders, the death eaters lurking in the shadows eagerly awaiting Mattheoâs next move. Truthfully Mattheo was a bit behind on his responsibility of being the dark lords son.
Besides stirring up generic chaos in classroom settings with his posse, Mattheo wasnât living up to the expectations everyone had placed upon him. If anything him and his mates were enjoying having a break from assisting in world domination. Theodore Nott and Draco Malfoy were his right hand men, both pure bloods and death eaters themselves. To pass time besides creating entertaining mischief, they found themselves doing what most wizards were doing at their age: partying until the motherfucking sun came up.
Slytherinâs had always been known to throw the most exciting parties, but the outrageous substances at these parties only escalated once they were all in University. With the war over and many Slytherinâs sent to azkaban, the remaining sought to get high or drunk to find a way to cope with their sorrow. Whether or not they believed in Voldermortâs plan was irrelevant, many just coping with the evil stereotype placed upon them. Or in Draco and Theodoreâs case, their parents being sent to azkaban for life. In Mattheoâs case, both his parents were dead. The expectation was exhausting if he were being honest, something he only was with Draco and Theo after a good blunt.
It was another one of those kind of nights, the Slytherin common room crowded with party attendees. Not many other houses had the courage to attend Slytherin parties and when they did, they dressed in neutral clothing to blend in. Mattheo could always spot another house member from a mile away though. Gryffindors were often too rowdy, Ravenclaws too reserved, Hufflepuffs too eager to try anything and everything put in front of them. They might as well have written their house on their forehead if you asked Mattheo. He watched the party over the rim of his red solo cup, a custom that Theo had shamelessly stolen from muggle culture. After the war Theodore Nott had been sentenced to community services to assist the muggles. The council assumed it would help them abolish his stigmatization. Unfortunately all it really did was introduce him to the world of muggle drugs.
Draco stood beside Mattheo, inhaling the freshly rolled blunt. If there was anything the three of them thought muggles were good for, it was their drugs. Strobe lights and blaring music helped Mattheo drown out any sort of coherent thoughts, his body living in the now. Theo elbowed him from the other side, cocking his head to the left. âHey, who the hell is that? I canât figure out what house sheâs in,â Theo asked. He gestured to you, Mattheoâs eyes lighting up at the sight of you. You looked like a breath of fresh air. He had never seen you before, but merlin were you stunning. You wore a black sparkly dress as you talked to what looked to be a Ravenclaw. âCouldnât tell ya. But sheâs not Slytherin so therefore sheâs most certainly not pure,â Draco chimed in. Theo and Draco were on opposite ends of the spectrum. Theo would fuck anything with two breasts, while Draco only sought out purebloods. Mattheo feared the pureblood ideology had seeped a little too deep into the blondes head, but heâd never mention it.
âHuh. She doesnât look like any of them honestly,â Mattheo muttered. Finishing his drink he carelessly tossed the red solo cup away, wiping his upper lip with his sleeve. Curiosity was beginning to nag at Mattheo as he watched you laugh. âI think iâll go find out,â He announced, confidently strolling over to you. The moment he arrived to your conversation the Ravenclaw boy took a hint, disappearing into the never ending sea of swaying bodies. Your eyes met Mattheoâs, the brunette digging in his pocket and taking out a box of cigarettes. âCig?â He offered, handing it out to you. You politely declined, watching him place a cigarette between his lips. âWho doesnât smoke these days?â He asked, lighting the cigarette with the end of his wand. You awkwardly shrugged. âI guess me,â You answered. Mattheo couldnât quite understand why he was even talking to you, putting aside the morbid curiosity. âSo what house are you in?â Mattheo asked. He figured once you answered heâd lose interest, as he did most things.
âHufflepuff.â
Your answer surprised him, considering how confident you were standing. âThats shocking,â Mattheo answered honestly. You seemed confused, raising an eyebrow. âOh? Why is that shocking?â You asked. Mattheo chuckled as he inhaled his cigarette, relishing in the feeling of the tobacco swirling around his lungs before he exhaled. âWell, usually Hufflepuffâs piss themselves when I try to talk to them,â Mattheo explained. He found the situation odd. He had been around the block many of times and was always able to stop the micro movements that belonged to each house. Yet you shockingly displayed none of them. âHuh. You donât seem so scary to me,â You quipped. Mattheo found himself entertained, chuckling again. âDo you know who I am?â He asked. It was impossible that you didnât know who he was if you were a student here. âOf course I do. You just arenât that scary to me,â You replied. The brunette was at a loss for words, the tension between the two of you growing awkward. Mattheo glanced at his friends, who were observing the two of you chat from a far. He figured he should return to them, having the answer to the question they wanted to know.
Just as he was about to walk away, your voice interrupted him, âWanna dance?â
Your question had taken him aback. No one had ever asked him to dance before. Doing so took a lot of courage, a strangely Gryffindor trait for such a confident Hufflepuff. âSorry sweetheart I donât dance,â Mattheo declined, a sly smirk crawling up his lips. You laughed at his remark, grabbing his arm. âSure you do,â You replied, dragging him onto the self designated dance floor. Mattheo didnât recognize whatever song was playing, the bass loud and borderline overbearing if he was sober. The only dancing he had ever done was traditional ballroom style, the kind youâd do at the Yule ball for example. He wasnât quite sure what to do as you swayed your hips in front of him, your eyes gleaming up at him as you patiently waited for him to join. He nervously finished his cigarette, tossing it aside and exhaling through his nose. It wasnât often Mattheo felt nervous, but your confidence compared to his reluctance definitely made him feel so. You grabbed his hands, your touch warm and soft as you placed them on your hips. You pressed your body against his, Mattheoâs cheeks growing hot. âIâm not quite sure you wanna do that sweetheart, iâm not gentle,â He purred.
Mattheo wasnât a virgin or anything, having experimented plenty in his teen years. He knew he was rough when it came to sex. He had been on the straight and narrow for a couple of years now, focusing on world domination or whatever his father wanted. But your hips were tempting. Your confidence made it all of the better, your long eyelashes batting up at him. âI didnât ask if you were. Who knows? Maybe I like it a bit rougher,â You hummed. You turned around, your ass placed against his crotch. Mattheo readjusted his grip on your hips, squeezing the flesh harshly even with your dress providing some form of protection. Mattheoâs hips involuntarily grinded against yours, your body shamelessly dancing to the music. âYouâre playing in the snake den princess, wouldnât want you to get bit,â Mattheo grumbled into your ear, his breath deliciously hot against your skin. You grinned at the sensation, soaking in the attention. âYou donât scare me Riddle,â You replied, pushing your ass against him. He felt himself growing hard under your touch, having not felt someone this close to him in a long time.
Hearing his name fall off of your tongue was music to his ears, the green strobe lights dancing off of your body. Mattheo glanced over at Draco and Theodore, who were cheering him on from a far. Draco was intoxicated enough to put aside his pureblood bigotry and was giving Mattheo two thumbs up. Theo on the other hand was plastered, fresh flakes of cocaine still decorating his upper lip. He was mouthing the words âfuck her!â as he childishly humped the air. Mattheo rolled his eyes, before returning his gaze back to you. Mattheo began having an internal debate, wondering if he should give in to his urges. Could he really allow you to be treated like his mother long term if he followed in his fatherâs footsteps? He bit his bottom lip as he admired your ass. Maybe he wouldnât be too terrible of a person if he let you seduce him. Just for a night anyways. âHey you wanna get out of here?â Mattheo asked, his lips a millimeter away from your earlobe. You grinned as you turned around, intertwining your fingers with his.
âLead the way.â
Mattheo had a lot of questions about you. You were so mysterious, eagerly following him down to the lower level dungeons where the forms were. He shared a dorm with Theodore and Draco, who would know the room was being more than occupied. His questions arose even further when your lips clashed with his before he could barely shut the door. You were eager and desperate to have him, which puzzled him endlessly. Mattheo was a walking threat to any other witch and wizard, yet a supposed Hufflepuff was nibbling at his bottom lip. Mattheo found himself just as desperate to match your energy, not having any relief from pent up stress in Merlin knows how long. He pressed you against the door, kissing down the side of your neck. His large hands cupped your waist, itching to pull up your dress. âNever wouldâve thought the devil would be as eager as me,â You teased, tilting your head to the side to allow him better access.
The time for thinking was over, his hormones and desires in full control as he unzipped your undress. âNever seen a Hufflepuff so slutty,â Mattheo countered, his voice husk as watched your dress fall. Goosebumps rose across your skin as he admired your frame, licking his lips. âYouâre looking at me like a virgin Riddle,â You teased, causing Mattheo to chuckle. As he lowered himself to his knees he looped his fingers with your lacey black panties, pulling them down before tucking them into his pocket for safe keeping. His mind wondered to your witty comment, making a mental note how Ravenclaw like it sounded. Your glistening cunt was the perfect distraction from his thoughts, your legs slowly spreading open. Like a starved man Mattheo dived into your folds, lapping at your cunt as if he was dying of thirst. âFucking shit, Riddle-â You moaned, tilting your head back against the door. Your fingers raked through his chocolate curls, pulling at them as he sucked on your clit. Mattheo wrapped his arms around your plush thighs, pulling them closer to him.
You were so cute like this, so desperate and horny. âFeel good princess?â He mumbled into your slick, watching you fall apart against his door. You were bucking your hips against his face, the knot in your stomach tightening. Your thighs squeezed around his head, before a wave of euphoria crashed down over you. Your heart pounded as you danced with stars, your breath shallow as you tried to catch it. You looked down at a cocky Mattheo Riddle, your juices coating his chin and lips as he grinned up at you. âIâm that good huh?â He asked sarcastically. You reached down and grabbed his emerald tie, yanking him to his feet. Mattheo followed your lead, guiding you to his bed. Your tongues danced for dominance as your juices coated your own taste buds. Mattheo fell back onto the bed, watching you eagerly paw at his belt. He put his hands behind his head, attempting to enjoy the experience as obnoxious questions circled his mind. âSo uh, how come iâve never seen you around before?â He asked suddenly. His questioning didnât faze you though, his belt clinking as you pulled down his trousers.
âIâm a transfer student,â You answered automatically. You palmed Mattheo through his boxers, attempting to get him to focus on the matter at hand. Mattheo found your attempt to be dominant quite brave, causing him to prop himself up on his elbows. âWe take transfer students?â He asked. You glared up at him, taking his hard cock out of his boxers. âQuite obviously since iâm here, now do you want me to suck your dick or not?â You quipped, tired of the interrogation. Mattheo verbalized agreement, laying back and closing his eyes as you took him into your mouth. You were hot and everything, but all of your traits were contradicting. It was like you were all of the houses at once. He tried to enjoy the way you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. The way you picked the underside of his shaft and kitten licked the tip to tease him. Yet his mind poked and prodded at him, causing him to prop himself up on his elbows once more. âYeah sorry just one more question, how did you get sorted if you transferred-â He began, the dorm door opening causing him to stop mid sentence.
Draco and Theo stood in the doorway, covering each others eyes. âI told you he was going to be in here!â Theo hissed, cringing in disgust. Your face was flushed with embarrassment as you scrambled to cover yourself, while Mattheo instantly went to pull his pants back up. âFuck this,â You grumbled, pulling down your dress. Mattheo scrambled to follow you, managing to button up his pants before trailing behind you.
âHey wait! I didnât even catch your name!â
âItâs Kehlani,â You hissed coldly, before shoving past Draco and Theodore and storming out of the room.
#mattheo riddle x y/n#mattheo riddle x you#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle smut#mattheo riddle#mattheo x you#mattheoxreader#mattheo x y/n#mattheo smut#mattheo fluff#mattheo imagine#mattheo angst#mattheo x oc#harry potter x y/n#harry potter x you#harry potter x reader#harry potter#harrypotter
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Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - It's Always Been You
Requested: yes
Prompt: 4) "You deserve better."
Warnings: nope, but long iwl
As the paddock seemed normal in it's all too familiar business and loudness, Y/n found solace in between hospitality lounges, with the stacks of Red Bull Racing tyres as her only form of company. The scent of rubber and gasoline enveloped her as she sought refuge from the shattered pieces of her heart. Tears streaked down her cheeks, leaving a trail of black from her eyeliner. As the sister of Max Verstappen, Y/n was no stranger to the high-speed world of Formula 1. Her heart, however, had taken an unexpected detour when she fell for Carlos Sainz, the charming driver who had once occupied a special place in her life. She remembers when she first met him, back when her twin and him were teammates. There was always casual flirting but then when Y/n finished up school in 2016, the pair began going on dates since her visits to the paddock became more and more common, then becoming basically constant once they made it official. They were the it couple and it felt like no other couple could compare. How they looked at eachother, how they spoke of one another, it seemed too good good be true...until the faithful night after the Singapore Grand Prix win when Carlos decided to call it quits.
The music pulsed through the air as Carlos downed one shot after another, his laughter filling the space. Y/n, his girlfriend, tried to catch his attention, but he seemed oblivious, lost in the sea of people. "Carlos? IÂ wanna go dance." Y/n said. "Yeah, sure. Go ahead." Carlos replied, turning back to his group of instagram models who fanned over him, all desperate for the same thing; dick and clout. She rolled her eyes and walked away. "Fine, do whatever." As she walked away, the girls began giggling at her little outburst and Carlos didn't once stick up for Y/n. He was never like this before. He wasn't even like this at their romantic dinner the night before. But Y/n got on with it and did what she wanted to do; dance.
As she lost herself in the music, a man managed to gather the courage and make his way towards her. "Hey gorgeous." The stranger smiled, dancing along with Y/n. Since Carlos was surrounded by these stupid instagram models, the least Y/n could do was talk to a guy surely. "Hey." Their conversation continued until the topic of relationships came up, to which Y/n said that she had a boyfriend.
"I don't see him." The stranger grinned, leaning closer. "Well, you see that guy up there with the huge bottle of champagne?" The guy nodded. "That's my boyfriend. Carlos. He just won the Grand Prix a few hours ago." The stranger looked between the spaniard and Y/n. "He looks occupied." He said, referring to the hoard of girls surrounding him. "Honestly, who gives a fuck. The only reason he won it was because Red Bull had a fuck up." The man laughed at Y/n's drunken joke, but she couldn't help but feel bad for undermining her boyfriend's hard work.
As she swayed with her newfound dance partner, Carlos watched from afar, a twinge of jealousy gnawing at him. His strides became purposeful, marching towards the dancing couple. His vision blurry, he poked the stranger. He turned. "Hey, you're Y/n's boyfriend. How you doing man?" He asked, putting his hand out. Carlos slapped it away. "Yeah, whatever. Who are you?" Y/n arched a brow at the sudden rudeness of Carlos. "I've been talking to Y/n since you've been occupied." He joked. "Are you accusing me of cheating on my girlfriend?"
"Carlos, what the fuck?" Y/n asked. "I didn't mean to-"
"No, no, I know what you want and you're not going to get it." Carlos began shoving the guy. "Because when I go back to my hotel room, I'm going to have her on her knees and screaming my name, while you sit by yourself with your left hand doing all the work-"
Carlos was silenced by a hard thump to the face, that ended with both his lip and nose bleeding. Carlos stumbled back, holding his nose. "Carlos!" Y/n rushed to his side, concern etched across her face. "Carlos, we need to leave. This is getting out of hand." He pushed her away, his drunken gaze defiant. "I don't need you. I can handle myself." Ignoring her, he swung at the guy, completely missing him and falling to the floor. "Carlos, we're going." Y/n repeated, this time more stern. Carlos scoffed and despite the chaos, Y/n managed to guide Carlos outside and hailed a cab. The ride home was tense, filled with silence interrupted only by the distant sounds of the city nightlife.
As Y/n scanned their key card, Carlos lay against the wall beside the door, looking at Y/n with pure hatred in his eyes. "You're such a bitch sometimes." He muttered. Y/n turned to him. "Excuse me?" The door beeped and Carlos practically burst it down. "You heard me. You're You're a bitch sometimes." Y/n closed the door behind her and followed Carlos to the bed where he kicked off his shoes. "How am I a bitch? People were filming you and I don't think you want to answer to your PR people tomorrow morning." Y/n rolled her eyes and sat down on the sofa, taking her heels off promptly. "Okay? You're still a bitch. I could have taken him."Â Y/n's frustration bubbled over as she demanded an explanation. "Carlos, what's going on? Why are you acting like this?"
Carlos glared at her, venom in his words. "I'm tired of this, Y/n. I don't want you in my life anymore." Stunned, Y/n pleaded. "Carlos, what are you tired of? We don't argue ever. Please, let's talk about it in the morning. You're drunk, and we can figure things out then." But Carlos was resolute. "No, I want you gone now. Pack your things and leave." Her eyes flickered as a few tears had fallen.
"You're so shit at this mate!" Max cackled, taking another sip of his beer whilst Pierre missed yet another goal on FIFA. The hotel room was filled with laughter as a few drivers had finished their clubbinv prematurely to instead play a few games of FIFA. The camaraderie and banter echoed through the room, creating a light atmosphere that temporarily eased the pressures of the racing world. Amid the gaming frenzy, a sudden knock on the door disrupted the jovial mood. "I'll get it." Charles said, walking towards the door. He expected some food from room service since they paid for it, but instead he was surprised to find Y/n Verstappen standing there, tears streaming down her face. "Hi, Charles." She sniffled.
"Y/n. Are you okay? What happened?" Charles asked, genuine concern etched on his face. Y/n, struggling to compose herself, managed to choke out. "Is Max here?"
Charles nodded, realizing something serious must have transpired. He stepped aside, allowing Y/n to enter the room. "Max? It's Y/n." The laughter hushed as the other drivers sensed the shift in the atmosphere. Max stood up. "Y/n? What's wrong?" A few words had been spoken in Dutch and it seemed that each word Y/n said, made Max angrier. The other drivers simply watched on, wanting to see what happened. "Where is he?" Max demanded in a demanding tone. "Max, please don't. That's the last thing I need tonight." Y/n pleaded. "No, I'm getting dad and we are sorting this." Max replied. "Max, no! He'll kill him!"
"And I will bury him. Don't worry about it." The drivers shared glances amongst one another as the siblings had run out of the room, closing the door behind them. "Are we going to see what happens or what?" Charles asks. "Seems like family stuff. I am leaving them to it." Pierre replied. "Seems logical." Lando added. Charles groaned as he left the room, following the sounds of loud shouting in both Dutch and English.
He looked down to see two figures banging on Carlos' door. "You don't treat my sister like this!" Max shouted as Y/n pulled from his arm, trying to deter him. "Max! Stop!" Charles shouted, trying to mediate, urging everyone to calm down. "If someone did this to your sister, you'd you'd the same!" Max shouted back at Charles. "Max! Not here! There are people trying to sleep." Charles said, reasoning with the dutchman. The commotion drew the attention of hotel staff and even a few curious guests. "Get out here, you fucking pussy!" Max had begun kicking the door now, not caring if it broke and deciding he'd worry about it if the door did break. The chaos continued until Max's father, joined the fray. The yelling and banging intensified, creating a scene that could be heard throughout the hotel.
Eventually, the rage subsided, as everyone agreed that Carlos must have passed out drunk and that it was a conversation best having in the morning. Max and Jos walked away as Charles stood by Y/n, tear-stained and emotionally drained. "Do you have a place to stay?" Charles asked. "I'm sure your brother wouldn't mind letting you stay." Y/n shook her head. "No. They're playing FIFA I don't want to have to kick them all out." Y/n replied. "Then I'll let you have my bed and Ill sleep on the floor." Charles offered. She smiled. "As nice as you're being right now, I don't need your pity. Im just going to fall asleep in my room and deal with this in the morning." She said. "Y/n, you can't possibly do that. I wouldn't wouldn't sleep in the same bed as him. You deserve better." Before Charles could even trg to convince her, she opened the door, re-entered her and Carlos' hotel room and closed it again without another word.
She had moved on from Carlos. In all honesty, she hadn't heard a lot from him. That was until she had come to her first Grand Prix single in 8 years. It felt weird not having someone to hold hands with, but she got on with it, showing her poker face and pretending not to care about her recent breakup. As she walked, she noticed an all too familiar spaniard, holding a gorgeous woman in his arms. It was a model, a model Y/n had seen on the catwalk of the Ferrari fashion event. That's where they must have met...back when Carlos was still in a relationship with Y/n. And that's how she found herself hiding like a kid scared of the dark, in between the Red Bull and Ferrari hospitality where no one could find her.
"Are you okay?" Y/n jumped as she wiped her eyes. "I- yeah. I'm fine. Who are-" She paused as she looked up to see Charles walking towards her. "What are you doing here?" Charles asked. "Inspecting the tyres, you?" Y/n replied quickly, drying her eyes. "Talking with the tyre inspector." Charles replied, sitting down next to her. Y/n looked up, her eyes swollen but grateful for the company. "Why are you crying?" Charles asked. "It's just-" Yhe tears had started again. "Carlos' new girlfriend is so much prettier, and she's so much skinnier and her hair is different, her eyes are different, we are just nothing alike and Carlos is just so happy with her." Y/n sobbed. Charles wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to him as her tears stained his red shirt. "He's moved on and I'm sat, befriending stacks of tyres."
"Well that's not true. I'm not a stack of tyres, am I?" Y/n chuckled at the light hearted joke Charles had made. "No, no you're not." She replied. "You seem to be much nicer to talk to than a set of tyres, to be fair." Unbeknownst to her, Charles had been silently witnessing the intricate dance of emotions unfolding in the paddock. His infatuation with Y/n had started years ago, at one of Max's early kart races.
"Charles, you cut me off there! You could've caused a crash," Max argued, frustration evident in his voice. Charles, eager to impress Y/n, tried to maintain composure. "Max, I had the racing line! You should've anticipated my move." He chuckled, looking over to Y/n subtly to see her reaction. "Anticipated? You came out of nowhere!" Max shot back. As Charles vehemently defended his position, Y/n couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She expected a spirited rivalry, but Charles's insistence on being right grated on her nerves.
"Charles, back down. You know I'm right." Max urged, trying to defuse the tension. Yet, Charles, fueled by both competitiveness and a desire to impress, doubled down. "Max, I won't back down when I'm right." The harder Charles pushed, the more Y/n saw a side of him she didn't like. She began to see why Max always yelled about how much of a diclhead Charles was and she fully agreed now. "Charles, seriously, I will be to the stewards about it." Max insisted, the frustration evident in his tone. But Charles, in his pursuit of proving himself, didn't heed the advice. As the argument escalated, Y/n couldn't help but feel a growing distaste for Charles.
"You know what, Charles? Forget it. We're done talking," Max declared, grabbing his helmet and walking away with Y/n behind him. "Hij is een klootzak." Y/n muttered. "Ah, dus nu zie je die kant van hem?"
"Why are you even here? Don't you hate me?" Y/n asked, too tired to move her head from his shoulder. Charles sighed. "I never hated you, Y/n. You started hating me so I pretended to hate you back." Her brow furrowed in confusion. "But you always seemed so distant, so cold." Charles cast his gaze downward, confessing, "I didn't want Max to think I was interfering. I liked you from when I was in karting, but you started dating Carlos and I just gave up."
"I wish I had known, Charles," Y/n admitted, wiping away tears. "I could've used a friend." Charles offered a reassuring smile. "Well, you have one now. And if you'll let me, maybe more than just a friend." She sighed. "As much as I would love to, I just don't think I'm ready to have a boyfriend, let alone date my ex's teammate." Y/n replied. "That's fine. He's out of a Ferrari seat for next year anyway." Y/n smiled. "Listen, I don't care how long it takes. I've waited like what, 15 years already? I may as well hold on for another while."
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sukuna bridgerton au pt2
Writing this immediately after posting the first one because this brings me so much joy. The dress I had in mind for the wedding was the one worn by Princess Charlotte in 1816 so if youâd like a visual please refer to that
part one â part three -- part four
Link to the ring i mention here
You managed to push the appointment with the modiste to a further date, reminding your mother that Sukuna hadnât even proposed yet.
âOh but he will!â She countered, giddy as could be. âAt the coming ball he will.â
âDid he tell you himself?â Crossing your arms in resignation, it felt like you were the mother and she the child with you trying to quell her excitement over something that hasnât yet happened.
âHe did! Asked your father for permission to propose the day after your first meeting!â That made your jaw drop and any further words you had to say were quelled, the fire inside you dampened for a moment.
On the night of this fateful ball, it was forced upon you to wear Sukunaâs family color, Prussian blue. To have gloves or a purse of the color would have been fine with you but a whole dress was too obvious and put you at risk of embarrassment should he decide not to propose after all. But with your parents too blindsided by this burgeoning royal connection there was no hope of talking them out of it.
â(Y/N)!â Walking into the party, you immediately sought out your friends. A few of them had actually been proposed to already and you marveled at their rings decorated with beauties such as emeralds and rubies.
âYouâll get yours soon enough!â They teased, making butterflies erupt inside you despite your best efforts. A fit of giggles took over you as you thought about what the ring might look like.
âWe shall see, girls!â Wiggling your bodies, you made your way to the refreshments table, eager to fill your stomachs before descending upon the dance floor. A few men filled your dance card as you ate and you danced with them gleefully. This felt like your last night of freedom before Sukuna caught you within his grasp.
The party was just about in full swing when the Queen and Sukuna made their entrance, causing everyone to pause for a moment to greet them properly. You were just in the throws of a spirited dance with an older male acquaintance when it all stopped. Out of breath and with a ditzy smile on your face, you curtseyed just as every other woman did, barely paying any attention to Sukunaâs long look in your direction. Once the music started up again, instead of coming to him like he assumed you would, you returned to dancing.
âJealous?â The Queen quipped with a teasing smirk on her face.
âNo. Never.â Quickly fixing his gaze to what was ahead of him, Sukuna shook his head. âCome, let's find our seats.â He ignored the chuckle behind him as he led the way and he staunchly ignored the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach - that was something he would rather die over than confront.
After finally finishing every dance with the men on your card, you were able to slink away and find respite. You were admittedly a little tipsy from the Italian ratafia, the cherries in it slightly addicting and adding to the flavor of the pastries you were becoming so fond of.
âMiss (Y/N), His Highness wishes to see you.â A footman interrupted your period of indulgence and motioned to the perch at the head of the room where Sukuna was standing and waiting.
âPlease inform His Highness that I am preoccupied at the moment and shall see him when Iâm ready.â Giving the footman a curt smile, you snagged another pastry and drink and walked off into another area of the party where some games were being played.
âWhat is my wife thinking, denying me an audience?â Not even five minutes later Sukuna had appeared behind you and you could feel his annoyance.
âWife? Who is that?â Looking down at your empty ring finger, you chuckled to yourself. âIt seems I am unfamiliar with her, Your Highness.â You laughed again, this time made louder at someone's display in charades. Sukuna laughed as well so as not to arouse suspicion of any ill will.
âMiss (Y/N), I wish for you to accompany me to the main hall.â He said, coming to properly stand next to you.
âI decline that offer, Your Highness.â You didnât even turn to look at him, instead keeping your eyes on the game and shouting when another person guessed the right answer.
âI- you cannot be serious.â Pinching the bridge of his nose, Sukuna sighed shortly. âPlease, you know what has to happen right now.â
âIt can wait until this game is over.â You pushed back, finally sparing him a glance. âAfter all, a gentleman listens to a lady when she says no, does he not?â Your question stopped all further argument from Sukuna and he relented, allowing you to finish your refreshments and watch the game.
âThere, it is over now.â Huffing, Sukuna let his hand hover near the crook of your elbow. âNow will you please follow me?â
âThat wasnât so hard now, was it?â Giving him a big cheeky grin you walked off ahead and once in the main hall, you stood where he wanted you to, just a few feet in front of the Queen. Clearing his throat, Sukuna motioned for the orchestra to stop playing as he drew everyone's attention to the two of you.
âThank you for your attention everyone.â He started off, giving the room a once over. âI will not keep you long as I know we are all eager to enjoy the night, but I ask that you bear witness to what I am about to do.â
Taking a deep breath, as if on cue a footman stepped forward and handed him a small velvet box. Sukunas eyes were staring straight at you as he bent down to one knee, making everyone in the room hold their breath.
âMiss (Y/N),â he started, making sure he was loud enough for the room to hear, âeven though we have only known each other a short time, I feel the chemistry between us. I do not want to waste time and have you possibly stolen from me by anotherâŚâ You could tell he was faking being nervous by the way he paused and looked around the room. Always one for a show, he is.
âWill you please marry me?â As the words left his lips you heard your mother gasp and out of the corner of your eye you could see her clutch your fathers sleeve. It felt like time stood still as you looked at Sukuna, then the Queen, then the crowd before you. The scale had tipped in your favor, the power was in your hands; you could say no.
âYes.â The crowd erupted into applause, launching Sukuna to stand and grab your hand.
âI knew youâd say yes.â He teased, slipping the very large ring onto your finger. It was a gorgeous sapphire, the same Prussian blue as his house colors, with a twisted pavĂŠ of sparkling diamonds around it and going down the band. âThat's a 7 carat sapphire.â Sukuna boasted, turning your hand so it shined in the light.
âBeautiful indeed.â Seeing the ring and feeling the weight on your finger made what was happening all real and coupled with Sukuna holding your hand so gingerly, it made your heart flutter.
Turning to the Queen, you both bowed to her, earning a nod of the head in return. Turning to the crowd, it was only moments before your friends and family crowded around to congratulate you and see the ring. So many were in awe of the size and their jealousy was hardly contained, some looking down to their own rings in disappointment.
It took a while for the party to return to normal but you eventually found yourself being surrounded by your friends again at a table in the other room, sipping on far too many cocktails in the name of celebration.
âTo (Y/N)!â They all cried, equally if not more intoxicated than you were. âMay Her Highness not forget about us when she resides in the palace!â
âPlease!â You laughed at the new title. âAs if I could ever forget my dearest friends!â At that, you raised your glasses and polished them off, trying and failing to gently place them on the table.
You all stayed until the end of the party, stumbling out of your seats and finding your respective chaperones once it was time to leave. Unable to find your mother or father, you wandered around the garden and admired the topiary.
âArenât you cold out here?â A familiar voice sounded and you didnât need to turn to see who it was.
âNot at all, Your Highness. I rather enjoy the evening breeze.â In truth you were but the alcohol was dulling your senses.
âDo not call me that anymore, weâre engaged. Call me by my given name.â
âI will do no such thing.â Turning to him, you shook your head a little too hard. âThat should be reserved for people in love and we are not in love.â He groaned in annoyance and followed behind you as you walked in the garden. Sukuna felt the urge to demand you call him by his name, force you to bend to his will but he couldnât find it in him. So instead he walked quietly and said nothing.
âI do like the ring.â You broke the silence, turning to face him once you decided youâd seen enough.
âYou do? It's a family heirloom. Belonged to a grandpa's cousin's aunt or something like that.â
âHm.â You didnât laugh at his attempt at a joke even if it did amuse you slightly. Swaying on your feet, you held your hand up at eye level, the gold of the ring contrasting with the black velvet gloves you were wearing.
âItâs quite late and everyone is leaving. We should do the same.â The two of you were close enough to the house that no one would be scandalized by your being unchaperoned but Sukuna knew that if you were in your right mind you would be worried.
âFind my mother then.â Your eyes were still fixed on the ring. Sukuna scoffed at you and brought his hand to yours, attempting to grab onto it. âDo not!â You drew back, clutching your hand to your chest.
âMiss, please.â Sukuna was trying to be a gentleman and ensure your safety though truth be told he wasnât sure why it mattered so much to him. He could have easily just walked off and gotten a footman to keep watch on you as he gathered your parents.
âI thought you wanted to use given names.â Tilting your head to the side, you looked at him curiously.
âI- be quiet.â A light flush rested over his cheeks and that irritated Sukuna. âJust come inside with me at the very least.â He was feeling the cold and he knew it was worse for you in your dress especially since your shawl had been discarded somewhere.
You stared back at him wordlessly as if seeing him for the first time. Squinting your eyes, you took in his attire, his Prussian blue tailcoat with metallic gold thread embroidered throughout and his crisp white waistcoat peeking out from underneath. The cravat he had on was tied intricately like when you had first met him and the ribbon to his pocket watch was also blue, dangling with an ornate cross and the seal of the kingdom. Gone were the boots he had worn previously, opting instead to adopt the shoes other men wore. His hair had been styled, trimmed and slicked back to showcase more of his face.
âHandsome.â You mumbled, taking a step toward Sukuna.
âWhat?â Your response surprised him but he didnât move as you came forward and lifted a hand to graze his cheek.
âThis is the first time Iâm truly looking at you, Your Highness.â
âH-had you not seen me before?â He cursed himself for the stutter in his words but when the back of your hand brushed his cheek it made his tongue heavy. This softness from you was unexpected and he didnât know how to handle it.
âI suppose not, hm?â It was like you were entranced by him, mesmerized by his beauty. Sukuna couldnât tell if you were even really looking at him since your eyes had a faraway look to them. Raising his hand, he cupped yours as it dropped to run along his jaw and he could smell the faint perfume you had sprayed on your gloves. Something delicate and subtle, floral perhaps, just like a lady to use.
âShall weâŚâ Sukuna was going to ask to take you inside once more but you surprised him again by taking another step forward and resting your hand at the base of his throat. Your thumb ran along his Adam's apple, causing him to swallow quite loudly.
âYes, let's.â You answered his unspoken question, dropping your hand from him entirely and sidestepping him to go inside. Sukuna remained glued to his spot however, his heart beating so hard he worried he was going to die.
âWhat is going on with me?â He wondered aloud, flexing his hands in front of him and begging his body to settle. Sure he had women flirt with him before but nothing as tender as this and he was positive you had no idea you were even flirting in the first place. You justâŚsaw him, just observed how he looked and made no effort to do anything about it, hardly even complimented him excessively like he was used to.
By the time Sukuna made it back inside you had left with your parents and he was alone, the Queen having left already as well. Riding back to the palace by himself, Sukuna retraced where your hand had been on his face and sighed, recounting the velvet of your glove and the faintness of your perfume. It unsettled him that as he lay down to sleep he still thought of you and even in his dreams you appeared.
The next few weeks were a blur of wedding preparations. The Queen decided youâd be married at the end of the month, putting a time crunch on everything. You now went to a royal tailor instead of your usual modiste, there were what felt like a dozen ladies maids helping making decisions for you and you hardly had time to sleep.
So much happened in that month that you hardly even saw Sukuna at all. The only times you were together were to tour one of the Queens villas where the wedding was to be hosted and when there was a portrait painted of the two of you together to commemorate the wedding and to serve as a gift from the Queen. And both times you were chaperoned and you were too tired to truly make conversation.
The morning of your wedding came much too fast and you were up at dawn being bathed, fed a light meal and taken to the villa to be dressed in the most expensive outfit you would most likely ever wear. There were more layers being put on than you were used to and your corset was tied just a bit tighter.
â(Y/N).â Your parents stood at the doorway as your wedding dress was settled onto you. Looking at them through a mirror, you could only smile at the way they were getting teary; youâd been instructed not to move by the head maid and she was very serious in her request. You were spritzed with perfume and white gloves were slid onto your hands at the same time you were donned with jewelry. The weight of such pieces, on loan from the royal family for such an occasion, made you nervous beyond compare.
âFinal touch, Miss.â Looking back at yourself, you watched as a tiara was taken from a velvet box and put atop your head, secured by pins before a beautiful lacy veil was put on top to complete the look.
âOh, my daughter.â Your mother couldnât contain herself and turned away, dabbing at her lashline with her handkerchief. Collecting herself quickly, she stepped into the room and let her hand ghost over the veil. âYou areâŚmagnificent.â She whispered, finally grasping your hand tightly.
âThank you.â You couldnât look away from yourself, everything was done so precisely. Your dress had more jewels and pearls than youâd seen in your life and you were afraid to touch it or even breathe too much in it; it felt as if you were a living work of art, one that must not be disturbed in any manner for any thing.
âHere Miss, to calm your nerves.â The head maid handed you a dainty glass cup filled with a dark liquid and the scent made your nose burn slightly.
âW-what is this?â
âSpiced brandy.â
âBut Iâm not nervous!â
âOh trust me Miss, you will be.â She motioned for you to drink and you looked back down at the cup. It was small enough that you could drink it quickly and be done with it, so you steeled yourself and shot it back, almost retching before the maid slapped a hand over your mouth and got you to swallow it.
âO-oh my god.â You coughed, almost dropping the cup. âThat was awful.â
âYouâll thank me later, promise.â She said, patting you on the back and then fixing your makeup. The alcohol worked quickly, making your body warm and a bit looser.
âTheyâre ready, maâam.â Another maid announced from the doorway, signaling it was time to get going.
âRight this way.â Led out of the dressing room and down the hallway, the further you went the louder the chatter from all the guests became and the piano playing as background music was nearly drowned out by the buzz of excitement. Coming upon the grand hall, a maid rushed out of one of the doors and for a brief moment you saw just how many people - how many royal people - had attended.
âThank you for that drink.â You swiftly turned to the head maid who nodded knowingly at you.
âMiss (Y/N) is ready.â She spoke to a footman instead who knocked on the large wooden doors in front of you three times, and through them you heard another gather the attention of the crowd.
As the doors opened, your mother and eldest brother went first and your hand gripped the arm your father had hooked into yours. Your whole life has led up to this moment, this exact time. This was what everyone wanted from you and you were providing as you should, but you couldnât stop shaking.
âFather.â You turned to him before you stepped into the light from the doorway. âI-Iâm nervous, what if I mess up?â
âMy love.â He spoke kindly to you, softer than he ever had before. âYou could fail a thousand times in a thousand ways and you would still be perfect.â Brushing over your veil, he took a deep breath himself. âBesides, you are not the only one thatâs nervous.â
You chuckled breathlessly as he said that and then it was time to walk forward into the light of the venue, into what was fast becoming your new life. Swallowing thickly, you followed him as your father led you to stand in the doorway.
Walking down the aisle was something youâd spoken about, hell even practiced with your siblings and friends as a joke throughout the years, but doing the actual deed was much different. Your eyes roamed over all the guests standing at attention and drinking you in. There was no way to miss all their eyes on you and the way they followed as you walked down. No one said a word, no one dared even breathe too loud as you moved closer and closer to Sukuna.
Sukuna, who was dressed in the most formal attire youâd ever seen him in: a full dress royal military uniform complete with silky white gloves, an Order of the Garter sash, gold aiguillettes and a few medals you didnât know the meaning of. His military hat was being held by a groomsman behind him and you dared to briefly look down and see his shoes were shined to perfection and he had a full dress sword with a golden tassel hanging from it.
The walk was over before you knew it and soon your father was unwinding his arm from yours to shake Sukunas hand. Giving you a brief kiss on the cheek, you heard him sniffle before he turned away and took his seat with your family.
Standing for a moment, Sukuna looked awestruck as he stared at you. His eyes were a tad wider than they usually were and for a second you thought you saw his eyes get glassy. Holding out his hand, Sukuna helped you up the three small steps onto the altar before letting go and standing at attention before the archbishop.
He wanted desperately to say something to you before the vows started, wanted to say how stunning you were and how happy he was to see you walk down the aisle. But none of that came to him; you had quite truly taken his breath away. So instead, he hyper-focused on the archbishop's words and made sure he said the right things at the right times.
After the last âI doâ, Sukuna turned to you and lifted your veil almost too slowly, too carefully, as if he was afraid that with any wrong move you would shatter into thousands of pieces. Once he had lifted the veil and folded it away, he stared at you for what felt like ages before he forced air into his chest and leaned forward.
To your relief the kiss didnât last too long, you werenât sure how much longer you could take being stared at like this. Both of yoursâ lips trembled upon touching and while he did put a little force behind it, Sukuna still made sure to be gentle.
âShall we?â He whispered once he pulled away, offering his hand and motioning back down the aisle. You couldnât find the words, so you just nodded your head and allowed him to lead you down. The sound of the guests cheering surprised you and you looked around at all who attended. There were royals from different countries that were here in their traditional dress, all of whom youâd only read about and never thought youâd ever see. All of your friends were there and half the ton, something that brought you great comfort. There was still a sense of familiarity in all of this.
Once the two of you had left the room, it was a mad dash with the servants to fix your makeup and get the two of you into the next room to start receiving guests. Going to the reception hall, you smiled at the inclusion of your favorite flowers and colors along with Sukunas Prussian blue.
Sitting down on an ornate chaise lounge, you thanked the servants that fluffed out your dress and settled your veil over the rest of the seat, letting the full length of it be on display. You werenât sitting side by side with Sukuna, moreover he sat straight on whereas you were at a slight angle facing him with your dress brushing his knee every so often.
âYou lookâŚâ He finally spoke, fixing his hat and gloves nervously.
âYes?â You urged, trying to meet his eyes. It was unlike him to be coy like this.
âAbsolutely breathtaking.â The words were a whisper on his lips and he glanced at you as he said them, eager to look back down at his gloved fingers.
âYouâre serious?â
âOf course I am. Youâre my wife.â Clearing his throat, Sukuna grabbed your hand and held it on his thigh. âLet them in!â He called to the footman and the doors were opened, with the first people ushered in being the Queen, followed by your family. Following Sukunaâs lead, you did not stand when she entered which had you twitching anxiously.
âTo the happy new couple.â She said, giving a small clap. âI hope you enjoy the honeymoon Iâll provide to you.â
âTh-thank you, Your Majesty!â Your mouth dropped in shock, you forgot about the honeymoon. And with a honeymoon came consummating the marriage and you could feel your face begin to burn at the idea.
â(Y/N)!â All your siblings cried, rushing in once the Queen had made her exit. The younger ones leapt onto you while a sister right behind you in age ran her fingers over your veil. There was so much they were saying, how beautiful you looked and how ready they were for cake and it had you tearing up.
âWhy are you crying?â Your mother asked, immediately grabbing a handkerchief to stem your tears.
âI-Iâm going to miss you all, so so much!â Releasing Sukunaâs hand, you allowed your mother to clutch both of them.
âListen to me, (Y/N)! Youâll see us again! Itâs not as if youâre going on some great journey for five years, itâs just to the neighboring kingdom! Why, we can even come visit you if youâd like!â With your mother comforting you like a child, it was up to Sukuna to entertain your siblings and he was not prepared for the ordeal.
âBe careful with that sword!â Somehow two younger brothers managed to begin to unsheathe his sword with the intention of playing with it.
âYour Highness, since youâre our new brother can I ask you something?â
âYes?â
âWhy is your hair pink?â
âEveryone, please!â The look of exasperation quickly growing on Sukunaâs face pulled you out of your misery and a light laugh came out. âLet him rest, we have other guests to greet.â
âYes, say goodbye to your sister and let us go out to the garden.â
âBye!â Nearly smothered in a thousand hugs, they all eventually left. Before the next guests were brought in, a maid touched up your makeup at your mothers request.
âYouâll see them again, I promise.â Sukuna said, fixing his coat and a medal that had gone askew. âAfter our honeymoon we can bring them to the country estate.â Looking at Sukunaâs face you could tell he meant it and that made you smile.
âThank you.â
As guest after guest came through, your knowledge of politics was put to the test. There was the Emperor Satoru Gojo who you knew Sukuna had a sometimes-not-so-friendly rivalry with. Archduke Nanami Kento whose people were renowned for their knowledge of cooking. King Getou Suguru hailed from a mountainous region with a high monkey population. All of them were kind to you, wishing you well and offering to host you in their country should you ever want to visit.
âStay still.â Sukuna said abruptly as the next guests came in. The mood immediately shifted upon their entrance and you felt the air leave the room as a group of three filed in. They were clearly aristocrats or royalty Sukuna knew with the way he jumped up out of his seat.
âYour Highness!â There was one in the front who was clearly the leader, his yellow blonde hair contrasted with its dark tips. He had a few black metal piercings on each ear and the way he spoke made you bristle. âWhat a beautiful wedding!â Walking further into the room, the man locked eyes with you. âAnd an even more gorgeous wife.â
âDo not speak to her.â Sukuna stepped into his line of sight, effectively cutting you off. Looking at the rest of the group, there was a horrendously scarred woman staring at the floor and a man with inky black hair and a scar at the edge of his mouth. âWhat business do you have here?â
âRelax, weâre just here to pay our respects!â The blonde man began to waltz around the room with his arms open. âWhy, a wedding truly has a way of bringing people together, does it not?â Returning to his previous position in the room, the man motioned to you. âNow, will you introduce us or do we have to do it ourselves?â
âYou will not speak to her, you will not look at her.â Sukuna was irate, you could see it in the way his body had puffed up and his hand hovered near the hilt of his sword.
âNonsense!â The man dared to take a step further and Sukuna gripped his sword, causing the woman to go into motion and move the cape sheâd been wearing to the side, revealing a jagged looking blade tucked against her. You heard a few maids stifle terrified noises and you moved without thinking.
âM-my name is (Y/N)!â You shot up out of your seat, making everyone turn to you. The look in Sukunaâs eyes as he turned was white hot and scalding, forcing you to look away. âHer Highness, Crown Princess Ryomen (Y/N).â It was hard to say the entirety of your new title without stuttering but somehow you managed.
âWhat a beautiful name for a beautiful woman!â Sidestepping Sukuna, the blonde man held out his hand for you and you followed suit, playing whatever game he wanted and resting your hand in his, letting him kiss the back of it. âI am Tsar Zenin, Naoya Zenin.â
Your brow furrowed as you thought back to your schooling. There had been no mention of a Naoya Zenin anywhere in your books or in the newspapers and bulletins your father read. The Zenin family name was vague to you at best; but there was no time to dwell on it further as Naoya flicked his head and the man with the scarred lip came forward and pulled out a wooden box.
âYour Highness, allow me to give you a gift!â The top of the wooden box was removed with flair and inside was a thick suede headband, adorned with large circular diamonds forming a floral pattern with a few other colored gems dotting the empty spaces. There was also a pair of matching earrings that looked much too big for your ears.
âWhat do you think?â Naoya asked quietly.
âItâs- theyâre very beautiful, thank you.â His expression was making you uncomfortable and you glanced at Sukuna. He had gone completely still as he watched the scene unfold before him.
âI hope to see you wearing them when you visit my country. Many women wear this style and I think it would suit you.â
âShe will do no such thing.â Sukunas voice broke the buzzing tension in the air, ripping Naoya away from you and scoffing at the gift he gave. âI would never have my wife go anywhere near a country where a prince kills his whole family just to be in power.â
You gasped, nearly stumbling back at the news. Naoyaâs eyes flicked to you and his smile faltered; he didnât want you to know that part about him and moreover if you did come to know, he wanted to be the one to tell you and control the narrative you heard.
âPrincess, don-â
âDo not speak to her!â Sukuna grabbed Naoya roughly by the collar and they locked eyes. Naoyas lackeys stood poised and ready should a fight break out but Naoya seemed perfectly content with the situation.
âI see the groom has had enough of us. We shall take our leave.â Raising his hands in surrender, Naoya slowly backed away with a cocky grin on his face. Turning to you, he put a hand on his chest and bowed. âPrincess, I hope we meet again soon. I wish to bask in your beauty even longer next time.â With no other words, Naoya and his group left the way they came, making sure to leave the wooden box on a credenza by the door.
As soon as they left, Sukuna was in front of you, inspecting you with his eyes. His body was still painfully tense and you could see the way his teeth ground together every so often.
âAre you mad at me?â You were afraid he would start yelling at you at any moment, reprimand you for speaking to Naoya and not letting him handle the situation. Sukuna didnât react to your question, instead picking up the hand that Naoya touched and wiping it off on his jacket.
âHow are you?â He asked instead.
âIâm fine. I apologize for-â
âNo. Stop.â Shaking his head, Sukuna bit back a sigh. âI am not mad at you. I am mad at myself for not expecting that a potential enemy to the kingdom would use this day as an opportunity to try and do something. IâŚIâm mad that I failed to protect you.â Sukuna shook his head again and looked down at the medals on his jacket. âIâm a godforsaken general afterall.â
After taking a moment to collect yourselves, you received the rest of your guests in quick succession. Seeing your friends helped push your shaken nerves away and so was seeing the rest of the ton. With the reception over, you moved into the main hall to continue the festivities.
âExcuse me.â Once inside, Sukuna made a beeline for a table occupied by a few of the royalty you had met with. They were sharing a few bottles of champagne and Sukuna popped one open and wasted no time drinking almost half of it.
As the wedding went on you were able to forget about Naoya and the seriousness of the situation. You danced with friends and family and even some members of the ton that had been jealous or disapproving of you getting to marry the prince. Everyone was in high spirits and it made you happy to be able to bring everyone together.
With the evening coming to a close, you realized you and Sukuna had hardly seen each other. You saw him dance with a few people, even the Queen, but for the most part he was drinking with his friends and playing yard games. Whenever you caught his eye he would wave, each time getting drunker and drunker.
âYour Highness, I know youâre to start your honeymoon right away as Prince Sukuna requested but heâs in no shape to travel tonight.â A footman gave you the information with a sorry look on his face and you understood why; Sukuna had drank so much he had to retreat from the party early to throw up. Emperor Gojo and King Getou were in no better shape passed out on the lawn and Archduke Nanami was nursing his last drink with a bright flush on his cheeks.
âI understand. Please, see to it that he cleans up and rests for tonight and I will see our guests off.â You pitied the valetâs that would have to wrestle Sukuna into a bathtub. Turning back to the party, it wouldnât be so bad to finish it alone as a few guests had already taken their leave.
âA shame about your new husband, my dear.â The Queen came to stand at your side, making your back immediately straighten.
âYes, it is.â
âHe told me what happened. With the Tsar.â She spoke quietly, bringing her fan to the front of her face. âTell me, what do you think of the whole matter?â
âIâŚâ Truth be told, you tried not to think about it. âI do not think we should rush into responding to thisâŚintrusion. I feel as though Naoya is just playing, he wanted to test the Prince's patience; see how far he could go.â
âI agree. The Zenin family has had a bloody climb to power but I know they wouldnât be stupid enough to rush into any conflict just yet. Their country is on shaky ground as it is, Naoya must secure his right to the throne before he looks elsewhere.â The Queen's words were reassuring and enough to give you peace of mind. She always knew what to say, so confident in her words and actions; you hoped to emulate her one day when Sukuna took the throne.
âMy diamond, letâs give your guests a proper farewell. Your honeymoon awaits you.â Putting her fan away, the Queen gently grabbed your hand and squeezed.
âYes, Your Majesty.â
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summary: Lucy Gray has always been there for you, the only person you care for as much as you do. So much, in fact, that when you discover Mayfair's plan to have her reaped in the Hunger Games, you know you have to stop it. Even if it means giving up your own life.
warning/s: the usual warnings that come with the Hunger Games.
author's note: okay so someone requested another lucy gray imagine where reader volunteers for her, so thatâs what i did but kinda did it a little bit different as the usual volunteering storyline feels very been there done that lol. Hope you all like it anyway! thereâs a second part too :)
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It had been a long a day, my feet hurting from being stood up for so long and my exhaustion from working a long shift worsening by the second. But as soon as the clock hit 5pm, all my energy returned and I was quick to leave my apron behind as I left. Working at a crockery stall in the markets wasn't a terrible job, and it paid decently, but some days dragged longer than others and I only wished for it to end.
Thankfully, tonight was also a night that the Covey performed at the Hob, so I made my way over there, specifically behind it where the musical group got ready before performances in an abandoned garage they claimed as theirs. I always met before their shows, wanting to wish them luck and also because Lucy Gray, my best friend, would never let me hear the end of it if I didn't stop by beforehand.
"There you are!" Maude Ivory, the youngest of the group, called me over once I stepped in the open door. "You took forever!"
"I'm like two minutes late, Maude Ivory," I defended myself, and a smile fell on my lips when I saw her pouting. "Sorry."
"Can you braid my hair like last time?" she asked politely, already turning around and readying herself for me.
"I sure can," I agreed, smiling at the others as they got ready before moving to braid Maude Ivory's hair.
It didn't take long, just a simple braid around the crown of her head, complementing the rest of her hair that was left out in a way that made her look like a princess. Adorable.
"Oh, I love it!" she gushed, immediately looking in the mirror to appreciate it, and I watched her with a smile. "Thank you, Y/N!"
"No problem," I said dismissively.
"Wow, you look beautiful, Maude Ivory," Lucy Gray appeared beside me, smiling down at the younger girl, and then she gave me a playful look. "Favouritism much?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "All you had to do was ask."
She immediately took a seat on the chair Maude Ivory was moments ago. When I didn't move, she glanced over her shoulder at me with a knowing nod. "Well, go on then."
I rolled my eyes lightheartedly before moving to braid her hair next, squeezing her shoulder slightly in retaliation, and I knew she was smiling all the same. As I'd done many times before, I combed out Lucy Gray's curly hair with my fingers, unknotting it the best I could, before separating it into two parts and giving her two over-the-shoulder braids.
"You done?" she asked impatiently, definitely trying to annoy me.
I finished tying off the second braid before rounding the chair to take a look. Her brown eyes looked up at me adorably, and even though she did nothing special, my heart fluttered in my chest at the attention.
Okay, so maybe I liked her a little more than friends, but I couldn't help it. She was the only person I had in my life that meant something to me, the only one who truly cared. After becoming friends many years ago because we happened to play in the park together as kids, she was stuck with me, and I suppose my gratitude for having her in my life turned into adoration somewhere along the way.
The only real family I had was my father, but he had been bitter towards me since my mum died only a few years after I was born. He hated me without saying it, and I sought love in friendship with Lucy Gray. Though, it was so much more than that on my end. But she could never know, for I'd rather have her in my life like this than not at all. And I would never risk jeopardising that, ever.
"Don't move," I warned her, before leaving the garage for a moment to pick a flower I'd seen just outside.
When I returned, I was surprised to see her sat how I'd left her, though pouting. I carefully slid the flower at the top of her braid, near her ear, and stepped back to admire my work.
"You're done, Little Miss Impatient," I finally said with a stifled smile.
She gave me a disapproving look before moving to the mirror to check it out. Her facade faltered as a warm smile tugged at her lips and she admired the view.
"Okay, I'll let you off since this is pretty nice," she said jokingly.
"Wow, only nice? I thought it was much more than that," I played along.
Her smile widened as she approached me, before kissing me on the cheek and hugging me briefly. I was expecting neither, my brain short circuiting as quickly as she pulled away.
"It's beautiful, Y/N, thank you," she said truthfully, losing her humour. When I didn't know what to say, too busy trying not to think about her lips against my cheek, she said, "You're stayin', right?"
I blinked, dazed. "Huh?"
She began to chuckle, and then her question truly sank in and I cleared my throat, nodding.
"Iâ yes, I am," I said, giving her a small smile. "Where else would I be?"
She rolled her eyes playfully before turning to the others. "Right, guys, are we ready to blow everyone's socks off?!"
As always, I enjoyed my evening at the Hob, cheering the Covey on and staying for all their performances as promised. It was always so lovely in there, except for the occasional fight that would break out between the miners and Peacekeepers, but none of that happened tonight. I was tired by the end of it all, as were the others, but as we all walked out together, Lucy Gray tugged my hand back.
"Hm?" I said, yawning as I looked to her.
"Are you in a rush to get home?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"No, why?" I asked curiously.
Excited, she said, "Come to the lake with me."
I quirked a brow. "Now?"
Expression softening, she nodded. "Yeah, it'll be nice. It's a clear night too."
Another yawn escaped my lips and I covered my mouth before shaking my head. "I dunno, I'm a little tired and it's getting late."
"C'mon," she insisted, before grabbing my hand and forcing me to follow her, but not before looking to the others and adding, "I'll see you guys later!"
"Don't make too much noise when you're back!" Barb Azure, the eldest of their group, warned her.
"I won't," Lucy Gray mumbled, and then we were off and I just about managed to wish everyone a goodnight behind me before we were too far from them.
"How aren't you tired?" I asked as I fell into step with her, accepting my defeat and knowing I couldn't really decline her offer anyway. "You've been onstage all night."
She shrugged. "I'm a little tired, but I wanted to spend more time with you. You've been workin' loads lately."
I sighed, feeling a little bad. "Sorry, it's the house. Payments are falling behind and my dad is getting on my back andâ"
"Hey, I'm not complainin'," she stopped me. "I just miss you."
A small smile crept on my lips at her unwavering honesty â that was one thing I'd always envied about her. She could say how she was feeling without overthinking how it could be perceived, whereas I was the complete opposite.
"I'm right here," I assured her, and then she glanced at me with a smile that warmed my heart.
"How is he?" she asked. "He still standoffish with you?"
"Isn't he always?" I said, a little bitterly, before shaking my head. "Never mind him anyway. Doesn't matter."
Probably sensing my mood, she said, "You're right, it doesn't. You have me."
I was glad it was dark out, otherwise she would've seen the pink dusting my cheeks.
We continued our walk to the lake, talking and trying to stay awake long enough to make it there. It was a long walk on a regular day, but tonight it felt even longer because of the constant stepping around and trying to find our way in the dim light of the moon peeking through the trees. Still, it was comforting to be around Lucy Gray instead of back home where my dad would no doubt be on my case, so I savoured the time together.
By the time we reached the lake â in particular, a spot where a cabin sat, with a dock and boat beside it â Lucy Gray and I were wide awake, any hint of exhaustion for the evening dispersing with our trek. We both took a seat at the edge of the dock, feet dangling over the side, and she nudged my arm gently.
"Look how pretty the water looks," she said with amazement, and I hummed in agreement.
It was beautiful out tonight, the lull of the water lapping over itself and shimmering in the moonlight providing the perfect view for a perfect evening. Being out here always put me at ease, but being out here with Lucy Gray was indescribable.
After a moment of quiet, she nudged me again and I took the hint, following her lead as we both lay on our backs to look up at the night sky. If the view before was great, then this was amazing. Stars filled the sky, dazzling and bright and filling me with a sense of awe. It was different than seeing the stars from my house â this was all open, isolated, peaceful. I loved it.
"How many have times have you been here at night?" I asked Lucy Gray curiously.
"Not a lot," she assured, "but enough to know that it'a perfect for stargazin', and you love that, so I wanted to show you."
I chuckled a little. "I do. Thanks."
Another quiet enveloped us, only the sound of the water, the trees rustling gently and some birds in the distance to be heard. I could have stayed like this forever. It certainly would have been an upgrade from my usual life.
"Did you see Billy Taupe earlier?" Lucy Gray asked suddenly.
Billy Taupe was her ex-boyfriend and an ex-member of the Covey, but we'd all be ignoring him for a few weeks now after we'd discovered he'd cheated on Lucy Gray with the mayor's daughter. As a result, him and said daughter, Mayfair Lipp, weren't fond of us, especially Mayfair, who seemed to hold a personal vendetta against Lucy Gray.
I nodded, glancing at her, but she was still looking at the sky. "Yeah. I avoided him, but him and Mayfair were glaring at me for sure."
She exhaled quietly, troubled.
"Did he say something?" I asked, attention fully on her now.
"He confronted me between one of my performances," she admitted, piquing both my interest and concern. "Started talkin' about how I needed to stop badmouthin' him to the rest of the Covey."
I furrowed my brows. "You haven't though. If anything, you barely mention him."
"Well, he doesn't seem to think that," she said with an eye roll.
I frowned, hating to see her upset at the likes of him yet again. "If he keeps bothering you, tell me. I'll have a word with him."
As if I'd said something hilarious, she began to smile and then laughter spilled from her lips. "You're cute, and I appreciate it, but you shouldn't get involved. Him and Mayfair are capable of a lot."
"Lucy Grayâ" I started, ready to retort, but she cut me off with a serious stare, her smile fading.
"Promise me, Y/N," she said sternly, dark eyes boring into mine.
I gave in instantly, embarrassingly enough. "I promise."
Visibly relieved, she relaxed and nodded slightly before sitting up and stretching her arms. I watched for a moment, though thoughts of Billy Taupe and his foulness stuck in my mind. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Same with Mayfair? Didn't they have anything better to do?
"Say, you ever been for an evenin' swim under the stars?"
I blinked, barely paying attention. "What?"
She glanced down at me with a smirk, before standing up and beginning to step out of her dress. Realising what she was doing, I sat up and started to protest.
"Lucy Gray, it's gonna be cold and dark andâ"
But she beat me to it, her dress pooling by my feet as she dove in from the edge of the dock. I wiped my face with mild annoyance as she splashed me, watching as she resurfaced with a laugh.
"C'mon, you gon' leave me hangin'?!" she exclaimed.
I narrowed my eyes at her with distaste, but as always, I couldn't say no to her. So, grumbling to myself petulantly, I stepped out of my own clothes and dove right into the water next to her. It was cold, as suspected, but as I resurfaced, my body was already getting used to the temperature. It was still the middle of summer, so it was actually quite refreshing in the evening heat, though my complaints of it being dark were still valid.
"Not bad, right?" Lucy Gray asked me with a grin.
I pushed my hair from my eyes and gave her a reluctant glance. "I suppose not."
Her grin only widened, and then she looked up, eyes reflecting the moonlight and shimmering like the water. "Look."
I looked up too, amazed by the sight of the sky yet again, but before I could say anything, Lucy Gray splashed my face with water, making me shriek with surprise.
"Lucy Gray!" I scolded, wiping my eyes as she laughed. "You did that on purpose!"
Her laughter only increased, and then I was attempting to splash her back, but she was swimming backwards and then I was swimming after her, her laughter filling the silence of the woods and brightening up the place more than the moon ever could. I eventually grabbed her and splashed her face enough for her to spit it out and cease her laughter.
"Okay, okay, you win!" she gave in, wiping her eyes before playfully glaring at me.
It was my turn to laugh and she rolled her eyes lightheartedly before swimming around me yet again.
We stayed there for a little longer, splashing about and talking about everything and nothing. It was easy to forget everything waiting for me back home, or my job that I didn't want to go to, or the reality of our lives. No, all I had to focus on right now was Lucy Gray's voice, her company, her.
But it was seriously getting late, no doubt past midnight now, and all good things couldn't last forever. We were floating on our backs, staring at the sky in a comfortable silence, and I hated that I had to interrupt it.
"We should go back," I said reluctantly, stopping floating. "If my dad realisesâ"
"Right, yeah," she agreed apologetically. "Come on."
We both climbed out the lake in a peaceful silence, tugging on our clothes and shoes and squeezing the water from our hair the best we could. As I was doing just that, I felt her eyes on me and looked up with a confused smile.
"What?" I asked, feeling the last of the water drip down my wrists as I let go of my hair.
She began to smile unabashedly. "I'm glad I have you. Thanks for coming tonight. For being here."
My face was heating up, but I played it off with a playful eye roll. "Weirdo."
She chuckled quietly, shaking her head, before leading the way back to the Seam.
It had been a long day at work and the last thing I wanted was to come home to my father being grumpy, and yet that was what I'd gotten a few days later.
As soon as I walked in, I saw him home too, looking around the kitchen with a clenched jaw. He must have just got back from the mines, judging from the coal dust covering his clothes and skin.
"Hey, dad," I greeted politely, though already feeling tense because he didn't seem to be in a good mood.
"The hell is all this?" he asked me, ignoring my greeting and instead motioning to the dishes on the table.
"What do you mean?" I asked with confusion, leaving my bag by the door.
"It's a mess in here," he said with irritation. "Did you not clean up?"
"Dad, I've been at work all day," I reminded him, sensing he'd had a bad day at work, because he wasn't usually this hostile. "When would I have cleaned up?"
He raised his eyebrows, as if I'd said something absurd. "Excuse me?"
I swallowed hard, not liking the way he sneered at me. "Iâ," I started, but stopped because I didn't know what to say. Technically, they were his dishes. His mess.
"Y'know, I work really hard to keep us alive," he said with a glare. "And the least you could do is keep the place tidy. You do fuck all anyway!"
I clenched my jaw, frowning and trying my best to contain my annoyance. "I know you do. But these were your dishes. From breakfast. I didn't even eat, I just left."
"Oh, so it's my fault?! That what you're saying?!"
"You're not listening!" I couldn't help but shout, getting sick and tired of his behaviour. "Look, you might have had a bad day at work, but you can't just take it out on me!"
"You don't know what I get up to at work!" he shouted right back. "It's not like yours, standing there, looking pretty! It's hard labour! Something you could never understand!" Then he motioned around and added, "Clearly! This place is a tip!"
I clenched my fists behind my back, but my anger was building up. "It's a tip because of you, dad! You leave it a mess! Then you come back and you blame it on me!"
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" he yelled. "Have some respect!"
"Then actually try and listen to what I'mâ!"
I couldn't even finish because he suddenly slapped me across the face, a sharp, blinding slap that knocked me off my feet for a second, leaving me stumbling into the kitchen table. I blinked, tears pooling in my eyes.
"Clean this place up," he snapped, before turning around to go to his room, slamming the door behind him.
I breathed out slowly, eyes burning now, and tried to ignore the pins and needles on my cheek. It wasn't the first time he'd hit me, and I should have been used to it, but it still took me by surprise sometimes. I hated it. I hated him. I would have done anything to leave, but I had nowhere to go.
Needing to get out of there as I calmed down, I left through the front door, waiting by the side of the house. I took in some fresh air and wiped furiously at my tears. He was the worst father a child could ask for, but he was the only one I had.
My face was hot and I was glad I couldn't see my reflection, knowing it would just be red on one side. As I finished wiping the last of my tears, I heard footsteps from behind me and sucked up a breath before turning around, worried it might be my father, back for round two. Thankfully it wasn't, but it was Lucy Gray.
She was smiling at first, then her eyes took in my expression and it faded instantly.
"What happened?" she asked straight away, stopping before me.
"Nothing," I assured her, though my cheek was still flaming, and she wasn't stupid.
She looked back at my house, and then back to me with a frown. "He was upset again, wasn't he?"
I looked to my shoes shamefully, not needing to answer. She knew what he was like, but it was something I hated to put on her. Nonetheless, she understood, and she touched my cheek gently, making me wince.
"You should stay with us," she muttered, trying to find my eyes, but I wouldn't look up. "We'll always have room for you, Y/N."
"I can't," I said with embarrassment. "And he's not always like this. It'sâ I'm handling it."
"No, you're not," she said, letting go of my cheek.
I didn't want to argue, nor did I want her pity, so I cleared my throat and looked up with the intention to change the subject. "What did you come here for anyway?"
She wasn't happy as she gave me a worried look. "Y/Nâ"
"Lucy Gray," I pleaded, before she could say anything more.
Giving in, she exhaled quietly. "I wanted to see if you wanted to go on a picnic with us tomorrow. You're not workin', right?"
At the sound of something much nicer, I relaxed and nodded. "I'd like that."
She seemed to relax too. "Good." Then she glanced over her shoulder at the house again, before adding, "You're stayin' with us tonight."
"I'm notâ"
"You are," she insisted stubbornly. "You still have a few things left from last time."
I sighed tiredly. "I have to clean up. He's gonna be mad."
"We'll clean up together, then you're comin'," she reasoned.
"I'll do it myself," I told her, shaking my head. "You know he doesn't like me hanging around with you."
She looked ready to protest, but I shot her a pleading look. The last thing I wanted was to set him off again, especially in front of Lucy Gray. Thankfully, she seemed to get this and nodded reluctantly.
"Fine, but hurry up," she gave in, taking my hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "I don't like you in there alone."
"I'll be quick," I promised, before leaving her to clean up.
My dad was still sulking in his room, so I was able to clean up quickly and let him know where I was going. He didn't answer, nor did he stop me, so I left and met Lucy Gray back outside. She took my hand without question, not letting go until we reached her place. I was glad not to be alone tonight.
A week later, it was another fun evening at the Hob where I watched my best friend perform and I didn't have to worry about work or my dad or anything. It was just like any other evening there, nothing out of the ordinary, or so I thought.
During one of Maude Ivory's talented solos, I got up to the go to the toilet, making it a quick one so I wouldn't miss a thing. But as I left the women's toilets, I caught sight of Billy Taupe and Mayfair chatting around the corner in hushed voices. I didn't care at first, trying to ignore they existed for Lucy Gray's sake, but then they mentioned the singer herself and I couldn't help but eavesdrop a little.
"...doesn't know when to keep her trap shut and herself to herself," Mayfair was saying bitterly.
"She's a singer," Billy Taupe reminded her. "That's what she does. Just ignore it."
Mayfair scoffed. "She thinks she has everyone in this town wrapped around her finger because, what, she can sing? And put on a little show? Well, you know what, we'll see how she sings her way out of the reaping!"
I froze from behind the wall, wondering what she meant by that.
"What?" Billy Taupe asked, just as confused but suspicious as I.
"She may have the looks, honey, but I have the connections," Mayfair continued, her hushed voice growing increasingly more annoyed as she spoke. "You just wait until reaping day. Lucy Gray won't be bothering anyone for much longer."
My eyes widened at her threat. What the hell was she talking about?
"What are youâ" Billy Taupe started, but the sound of the floorboards creaking beneath my weight made him stop, and I cursed inwardly.
Before they could even consider investigating, I slipped away between the doors unnoticed, back into the main room where everybody was distracted by the singing, dancing and drinking. My head was reeling though, trying to piece together what I'd just heard.
There was no way Mayfair would do what she was implying, right? She wouldn't just sabotage the reaping because of a feud, surely? Would she? If she did, then that would mean Lucy Gray would be chosen as tribute andâ
Oh, God. If she was chosen, she'd be shipped off to partake in the Hunger Games and that was it. She wasn't a fighter, she was a performer. And the Games was no place for someone like her. I'd never see her again. And her familyâ oh, no. No, this couldn't happen!
What could I do to stop this? Mayfair would never listen to reason, especially not from me. It wasn't fair, any of it.
Suddenly, I felt nauseous at the thought of everything playing out just as Mayfair wanted. Needing some fresh air, feeling overly stuffy in the Hob, I pushed past everyone and stepped outside, ignoring those who were enjoying a cigarette or drink and trying not to throw up.
I couldn't lose Lucy Gray like this, not because of some stupid feud. How badly could Mayfair hate her to do this? The Covey would be broken without her. She was too valuable to everyone. And she was all I had.
"Y/N?"
I turned around, seeing Lucy Gray approaching me with a concerned smile on her lips.
"What happened?" she asked, stopping before me.
I blinked, my thoughts still racing around. "What?"
"You left lookin' upset," she said worriedly. "What happened?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat, shaking my head. "Nothing. I just feel sick. Might've eaten something funny."
Her smile faded, replaced by a concerned frown. "Oh, gosh, do you wanna go home? Go to ours? I can walk you back. The others won't mind if I leave a little early."
She was watching me carefully, patiently, dark eyes flittering around my face as if she'd find the problem just like that. She was too kind for her own good and I couldn't help but think about how unfair this all was. She wasn't a bad person at all. How could Mayfair do this? Why couldn't I do anything about it? There had to be something!
"Y/N?" Lucy Gray said, before pressing the back of her hand to my forehead with concentration. "Hmm, you do feel a little warm."
It wasn't fair.
Without thinking, I hugged her tightly, promising myself there and then that I would fix this. She wasn't going to be subjected to Mayfair's wrath, not if I could help it.
"Woah, what's gotten into you?" she said with surprise, but returned the hug.
"Sorry," I mumbled, before pulling back and clearing my throat. "I just need some water. I'll be fine."
She quirked a brow. "You're sure?"
I nodded, trying my hardest not to worry her anymore.
"Okay... good," she said with relief, before a smile curled on her lips. "I've got a new song I want you to hear."
I returned her smile, letting her tug my hand and lead me back inside, but the truth of what I knew was already starting to suffocate me.
For days I mulled it over, trying to convince myself that maybe I misheard or misinterpreted Mayfair's words. Or that, maybe, Mayfair didn't have as much power as she was letting on.
But deep down, I knew it was true, and she was just petty enough to send Lucy Gray to her death. Which then brought me to my next problem: what could I do to stop it?
Mayfair was the mayor's daughter and the mayor was the one who chose the names for the reaping. It was pretty solid, with no interference from me able to stop it. But what was I to do? Do I tell Lucy Gray? Her family? At least, if I did, it would give them time to prepare. But how exactly? Would it not be easier to just let it play out as to not ruin their last moments together?
I didn't know, and it was so much information to carry, eating away at me little by little. What I did know was that I couldn't lose Lucy Gray. What would my life even look like if she was gone? What would the Covey do without her?
Lucy Gray was loved, needed, wanted. She couldn't die, not when she'd be so dearly missed and had so much left to give. If only I could take her place... I knew I would if I could. Nobody needed me or cared for me, nobody but her. But she'd get over my death. And my dad couldn't care less. If it meant saving Lucy Gray, I would do it. After all, I loved her.
But I couldn't, because it was her name to be picked, not mine. And with her name, she'd walk onstage and I'd never see her again. How could I change that?
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futile devices | Lewis Hamilton
request: you have a real talent for angst hehe. can i request one with lewis where he broke up with reader bcs he said he needed a break. but then not long after he was out with other women. the breakup broke reader she turned into a whole diff person. and she was like "i dont think any of that was real" when she talked abt her past with lewis? please tear my heart apart into pieces, im begging you
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warnings: ANGSTTT, dissociation, therapy, religious talks.
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You read something once, it goes, did god create humans because he was lonely or humans God because they were lonely?
Now, you were never strongly religious, enough to go to church three times a week or remember to pray before each meal or bedtime, a part of you wants to believe that there is a God. A flicker of you does feel like, hey, there has to be someone out there pushing my hand like this, there has to be a reason for this.
And that's human nature, needing a reason.
When you don't have a reasonable explanation for things, your mind searches for that reasoning. History shows, that when man knows nothing man creates, look at mythology for an example.
In ancient cultures, the world was filled with mysteriesânatural events, life and death, the changing seasonsâthat seemed inexplicable without invoking a higher power or supernatural beings.
So, what did humans do?
They have created gods and mythical figures to explain phenomena they didn't understand.
In a way it's a beautiful thing, what that has done is infuse our real world with a sense of order and meaning in a world that could often seem chaotic and purposeless.
That is what life is without reasoning, a big fucking question.
Humanity sought not only to explain the world around them but also to find their place within it, weaving their existence into the larger tapestry of the cosmos.
We have an enduring need to seek meaning in the face of the unfathomable, to transform the mysterious into the comprehensible, and to infuse our world with a sense of purpose and coherence.
The point is this, maybe you were blind to it all, maybe your brain forced you to believe it. Forced you to see things as they weren't.
Lewis Hamilton never loved you, he never even cared. You can see that now.
The point is this: maybe you were blind to it all, maybe your brain forced you to believe it, to see things as they weren't. For the longest time, you believed Lewis Hamilton loved you. His charming smile, the way he looked at you, the tender moments you sharedâthey all seemed so real, so genuine.
But in the end, it was all a façade.
It started to unravel one evening when Lewis sat you down, a serious look on his face. "I need a break," he said, his voice devoid of the warmth you were used to. "I need to find myself."
His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You wanted to understand, to support him in his quest for self-discovery. But as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the truth began to surface. The only thing Lewis found was himself under different women.
The news and rumors reached you like whispers in the wind, each one a dagger to your heart.
It boggled you, it really did. How could someone who seemed so loving, so dedicated, turn out to be so deceitful? You replayed your memories, searching for signs, for clues you might have missed. Maybe you were blind to it all, or maybe you wanted so desperately to believe in his love that you ignored the red flags.
There were moments that stood out now, in harsh clarity. The late nights he claimed were for training, the mysterious phone calls he brushed off, the growing distance in his eyes. You had chalked it up to stress, to the demands of his career. But now, it all made sense. It was never about finding himself; it was about finding excuses.
The realization hurt more than you could have imagined. You felt betrayed, not just by Lewis, but by your own heart for leading you astray. The love you thought was real had been a carefully constructed illusion, and you were left to pick up the pieces of your shattered trust.
Did god create humans because he was lonely or humans God because they were lonely?
You were lonely, and you filled that void with Lewis, even if it wasn't real, you allowed him to fill every crevice of your life with a warmth and excitement you had previously been lacking.
It became clear that it's a bad religion to love someone who could never love you back. Loving Lewis had been like worshiping a false god, investing your heart and soul into something that could never reciprocate your devotion.
You didn't know who you were without Lewis.
And that was the problem, yeah you realize now that true love, the kind that is worth believing in, is mutual and nurturing, not one-sided and destructive.
But he's fucking ruined you to the point of no return.
You always thought that those people who let their lives be flipped upside down over a breakup were dramatic. You used to believe that heartbreak was something you could just push through, that it was a part of life everyone had to endure and move past. Yet now, you understood fully. It's crazy how losing someoneâor rather, being left by someone you thought loved youâcould indeed flip your own life upside down and launch you back further than you knew you could go.
There was no point of return. The realization that Lewis never truly loved you was a blow that shattered your world. The man who once filled your days with laughter and your nights with tender whispers had left you with a void so profound it felt like you were lost in an endless abyss.
Lewis made you lack a belief in everything.
The trust you once held sacred, the love you thought was mutual, the future you had envisioned togetherâeverything now seemed like a cruel illusion. His departure didn't just break your heart; it broke your spirit. You found yourself doubting your worth, your judgment, your ability to ever truly know someone.
You didn't know what was real or fake.
Nights were the hardest. Alone in the quiet of your room, memories would flood your mindâthe way he used to hold you, the promises he made, the plans you both had. The betrayal felt like an echoing void, reminding you of the deception hidden behind charming smiles. You felt untethered, adrift in a sea of emotions with no solid ground in sight.
You began to see the world through a lens of skepticism. Where once you saw possibilities and hope, now you saw uncertainty and doubt. Lewisâ betrayal had sown seeds of mistrust in your heart, making it difficult to believe in anything or anyone. The optimism that once colored your outlook on life had been replaced by a grim resignation.
You didn't even know if you believed in God anymore, or purpose, or happiness. Lewis had taken every ounce of reasoning from you. Your brain couldn't decipher what was real or fake.
Was it real or was it fake?
Did Lewis love you or was this a sick game?
Did he love you or were you just lonely?
You didn't know what was real or fake, and it made you feel so fucking crazy.
The questions haunted you, relentlessly looping through your mind.
You replayed your relationship over and over, scrutinizing every moment, every gesture. What was real? What was fake? The uncertainty gnawed at your sanity, eroding the foundation of your life.
The world around you seemed distorted as if reality itself had become an unreliable narrator in the story of your life.
Your faith, which had once been a source of comfort and strength, now felt fragile and distant. You questioned everything you had once held dear, everything that had given your life meaning. Was there a higher power? A divine purpose? The betrayal had not only broken your heart but also shaken the very core of your beliefs.
Purpose felt like a cruel joke. The plans you had made, the dreams you had shared with Lewis, all seemed meaningless now. Happiness, once a tangible goal, now felt like an elusive mirage, always just out of reach. The void left by Lewis's departure was filled with a consuming darkness that threatened to swallow you whole.
You tried to find solace in the familiar, in the routine, but nothing felt the same. Your friends and family offered words of comfort, but their reassurances felt hollow, unable to penetrate the depths of your despair. You were trapped in a maze of confusion and pain, each turn leading you further into the unknown.
There were moments when you questioned your sanity. The line between reality and illusion had become so blurred that you wondered if you were losing your mind. You felt disconnected from yourself, from the person you used to be as if you were living in a surreal nightmare from which there was no escape.
You felt mindless, maybe he had taken your mind with him.
It felt as if your head could collapse at any given moment.
Your family wanted you to try therapy; you weren't yourself. Maybe, aside from taking your mind, Lewis also took the person you were with him. Therapy was hard, and though you've had session after session, you feel the same. Where was the progress everyone promised? Your therapist's voice drones on and on, and you feel like you're watching her from the hollowness like you've taken a backseat to your own life. Every single day felt like you were watching your life from another person's gaze, or like you were sitting inside your brain watching from your eyes, except it wasn't you.
Your therapist is still talking. Nothing she says helps; you want her to shut up as she spews the importance of finding yourself again. You want to scream at her as she preaches about purpose, but when you zero in, you're still quiet, eyes dead and hands folded. You're screaming inside your head, but she keeps talking.
You don't mean to cut her off, or maybe you do, but when the words tumble from your lips, she cocks her head in a way that tells you she's going to have fun studying this session later in the day.
"I feel like I'm not even here," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'm watching my life happen to someone else."
Your therapist pauses, her pen hovering over her notepad. "That's a significant observation," she says slowly, as if measuring each word. "It sounds like you're experiencing dissociation, a common response to trauma."
You want to roll your eyes at her clinical response, but you can't muster the energy.
"Why does it matter?" you ask, your tone flat. "Knowing what's wrong doesn't make it better. I'm still...gone."
She leans forward slightly, her eyes searching yours for a flicker of connection. "It's the first step," she says. "Understanding what you're experiencing can help us find a way to bring you back. It's not a quick process, but it's a start."
You feel a surge of frustration. "Everyone keeps saying that. 'It's a process,' 'It's a journey,' 'It takes time.' But what if I never get back to who I was? What if I'm stuck like this forever?"
Your therapist doesn't flinch. "It's a valid fear," she acknowledges. "But healing isn't about returning to who you were. It's about integrating your experiences and finding a new sense of self. Itâs about moving forward, not backward."
Her words echo in your mind, but they don't penetrate the numbness you feel. "I don't even know who I am anymore," you admit, the confession feeling like a weight lifted and a burden simultaneously.
"That's why we're here," she says gently. "To help you rediscover yourself. To help you heal. It's okay to feel lost right now. What's important is that you're here, trying to find your way."
You sit in silence, her words hanging in the air. Despite your resistance, a small part of you wants to believe her, to hope that maybe, just maybe, you can find your way out of this darkness.
But for now, you're still watching from the hollow place, detached and distant. Therapy might be a lifeline, but it feels like you're grasping at straws. You hope that someday, the promises of progress will become more than empty words, that youâll find a way to step back into your own life, whole and strong.
But for now, that hope feels unrealistic. All you want is to know what was real. Were you that lonely? You had never felt lonely before him, never felt like a piece of you was missing. Before Lewis, you felt content with life, fulfilled.
The question haunted you. How had you become so dependent on his presence, his validation? You had always prided yourself on your independence, your ability to find joy and meaning in your own life. Friends, family, your workâthese had always been enough. So why, after Lewis, did everything feel so empty?
Your mind raced back to the beginning, to the thrill and excitement of new love. You remembered how he made you feel special like you were the center of his universe.
It was intoxicating, a heady rush that blurred the lines between reality and fantasy. You realized now that you had mistaken the intensity of those feelings for something deeper, something real.
In the quiet of your therapy sessions, you wrestled with these thoughts. Your therapist's words often felt like background noise, drowned out by the clamor of your own doubts and insecurities. Yet, there was a part of you that recognized the need to confront these feelings, to understand why you had allowed yourself to become so entwined with someone who ultimately proved unworthy of your adoration.
Were you lonely? Or was it that Lewis had awakened a vulnerability you didn't know existed?
His departure left a gaping wound, exposing the raw edges of your heart. The loneliness you felt now wasn't just the absence of his presence, but the loss of the illusion of love he had created. It was the shattering of a carefully constructed facade that had made you feel whole, if only for a fleeting moment.
As you sat in your therapist's office, the background noise of her voice suddenly halted. For the first time, you murmured a sentence that showed progress, even if it was wrapped in sadness.
"I don't think any of it was real."
the way I just wrote this in 38 minutes, in my dark ass room with the linked song on replay while it's raining. what a great day. I'm really convinced that I can only write angst!
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CHAPTER VI - sĂşton
LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU
pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au
summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.
Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.
chapter warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, yandere, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behaviour, angst, mentions of God, mentions of alcohol, manhandling, mentions of murder, gun use, abduction, attempted non-con, gaslighting, vomiting, anxiety, choking, decapitation, strong language, smut, loss of virginity
beta read by @chaoticpuff17
word count: 11,1K
disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.
m.list CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VII
sĂşton (n.) twilight; the approach of death or the end of something
Images flashed through her mind like fragments of a dream, mixing reality with a disorienting haze. Y/Nâs heart pounded in her chest as she braced herself for what was to come. She was still in her temporary private quarters. Was it all just a dream? Confusion ran through Y/N like the hot blood inside her veins.
The engine of the roaring car pierced her ears and her vision was still blurry. âWhere am I?â she whispered, her voice slowly progressing to realise the situation. She grabbed the letter seat, trying to pull herself up.
âChan-yeol?â she asked, pressured.
âLittle bird, are you ready to fly away?â he laughed. Y/N looked at him with terror in her pupils.
âAre you out of your mind? You just signed your own death certificate Chan-yeol!â This is bad. Her thoughts spoke to her in distress, each and one of them telling her to do something.
âWhat, a sudden change of heart? Did you not want me to ship you off to the new land?â said the man, accelerating the car.
âHeâs going to slaughter everyone!â she screamed.
âYou did not think of that when you ran the last time or the time before, why now Y/N?â He spitted his words out, looking at her through the mirror. Y/N took a deep breath, trying to collect herself before she would lose her mind for good.
âHe has the whole family on a silver platter there Chan-yeol! Turn the car right now!â
âWeâre almost there.â He declared.Â
âYoongi?!â was the first name that came to her mind. Voice full of fear. The sound of urgent footsteps echoed around her, crescendoing with the abrupt swing of the door. However, the one she sought, the man whose name she called, was not in her sight.
âNamjoon?â she called out, the surprise evident in her voice, interwoven with a thread of relief.
âHow do you feel?â He asked, slowly approaching her petite form.
âWhatâ I donât understand,â she struggled to articulate her bewildered thoughts.
âYouâll thank me later.â
Chan-yeolâs words cut through the frosty air. He steered the car to the side of the road. Snow was everywhere she could see, each surface draped in ethereal white. Without waiting for the vehicle to come to a complete halt, Y/N flung the car door open, her steps bold as she ventured out into the wilderness.
The direction from which they arrived became a backdrop as she briskly distanced herself from Chan-yeolâs presence.
âThis might be your last chance to flee this wicked world, girl.â His voice, heightened in intensity, reached her ears. Y/N stopped in tracks â the ultimatum clear.
Her family on one side, her newfound reality on the other â a choice lay before her.
âYou have no idea what you just did!â she screamed defiantly, she refused to spare him a glance. âYouâve ruined everything!â
âY/N?â a different voice echoed and her eyes widened at the unexpected interruption.
âI did not, Namjoon. I did not try to run away. You have to believe me!â Her words tumbled out in a frantic attempt to convey her innocence. Namjoon, his touch gentle, enveloped her small hands in his.
âShhh⌠I know, itâs alright.â Namjoon cooed at the bride. And thatâs when every single picture came back to her mind.
âHowâhow did you get here, for the love of God?â Y/N pivoted towards the speaking man, memories of their shared past flooding back as if the study hall of Shenyangâs University was just yesterday.
âI came for you,â he declared.
âFor me?â She asked, disbelief in her voice.
âFor me?!â she repeated, a frustrated laugh bubbling up. âNow youâre coming for me.â Y/N recalled the day he declared that she was in this battle alone, a stark contrast to their current proximity. They were never that close, he was too afraid to even hold her hand or maintain prolonged eye contact. But she considered him to be a friend, nonetheless.
âI love you,â he confessed, staring directly into her eyes.
âYou love me?â She asked, mocking him, a bitter edge to her tone.
âWhere was this love when I needed to run the hell out of the continent, huh?â She closed the distance between them, pushing him with aggressive force.
âYou're a coward, Han Chen,â she spat, the venom in her voice cutting through the tension.
âI have a plan, Y/N,â he replied, brushing off her words even as they stung.
âHmm⌠you have a plan. And what is this plan exactly?â
âHe wonât want you if youâre ruined, Y/N.â
His words hit her like a cold gust of wind, and she gasped at the implications.
The haunting melody of that familiar song resonated in her mind once again.
âHeâhe attempted to rape me.â Y/N looked through her teary eyes directly at Namjoon's, whose mimics told her, she is right.
âHe paid for that with his life.â
âYouâre going to kill us all!â Her words became the truth once the first bullet was fired, finding its mark in Chenâs head. Y/N witnessed his eyes blackening, a vacancy replacing the spark of life.Â
He was gone. Blood dripped down his neck, staining her chest, her breath hitching as her vision blurred. Chan-yeol swore and fumbled with his gun, leaving Y/N to crumple to the ground, as he was tightly holding her down for the devilâs messenger to do the unforgivable.
Her eyes narrowed at the white sky. Chenâs lifeless body collapsing onto her smaller frame. Y/Nâs hands trembled as she mustered the strength to slowly push his corpse away.
âAre you alright?â she heard him before she saw him above her.
âWhat about the wedding?â she asked, curiosity mingling with the shock that gripped her.
âWeâll proceedââ he answered, addressing yet another of her fears.
Speech and vision eluded her. âY/N?â he asked again, gently throwing Chenâs lifeless body off her. âDarling, please say something.â His concern was palpable.
âLet me go, you fuckers!â Chan-yeolâs enraged screams echoed nearby. He hadnât made a clean escape after all.
Hoseok helped her sit. Y/Nâs eyes mirrored the emptiness that had claimed Chenâs.
âDarling?â Hoseok urged, attempting to coax her back to the present.
ââand hold a trial tomorrow.â
âTrail?â she asked, her voice fragile.
âChan-yeol was a part of our clan. He is a traitor, and weâll treat him as such.â
âAnd what aboutââ
She cast one more glance at Chenâs lifeless form before shifting her attention to Chan-yeol, struggling on the ground, surrounded by Min soldiers from whom she only recognised Jungkook.
âI want to go back, Hoseok-ssi. Please take me back.â Her voice wavered. Hoseok breathed out, relieved, helping her stand. As she turned to look at Chan-yeol, his screams pierced the air.
âDonât look that way, sweetie,â Hoseok intervened, guiding her away from the chaotic scene. Only when they reached the parked cars, a good half a mile away from the unfolding drama, did she exhale and allow herself to close her eyes.
âYoongi is beyond pissed. We could have avoided this if you would tell him about that foolish boy.â
âI swear, Namjoon, we were not... we did notââ she stammered.
ââI did not know he would come look for me nor do thatâŚ.â
âDo not tell that to me, princess,â he sighed.
âI need you to get dressed. We have already postponed it, and we cannot do it any longer.â
âSure,â were her only words to him.
âShe called for you, brother,â the right-hand man spoke as he entered the bossâs office, where Yoongi was finally getting ready for the wedding.
âExplain,â the young groom responded while fixing his tux in front of the mirror.
âShe called your name when she woke up.â
âDid she?â Yoongi felt a spark of hope that he would indeed become her person, her lover, her everything, just as she was to him.
The right-hand man chuckled at his questioning response, knowing it warmed Yoongiâs heart.
âDamn this one tradition; you should go and see her.â
âI would, but that would ruin the thrill, wouldnât it, hmm,â he hummed.
âYouâre getting married, brother.â
âYes, today Iâm getting married, and tomorrow I have to deal with a man who kidnapped my woman and let the other fucker almost rape her,â Yoongi spat, hitting the wall next to the mirror. He never felt greater anxiety than when Xiaoli said she was taken away from him. How ironic that he is to be the one who feels anxious.
Her mother crying, father screaming at everyone, younger sister praying. Yoongi had a feeling that she would not be that stupid to run away when he had her family inside the hotel.
âNothing else will go wrong.â
âDid you greet the Yamamotos?â The Yakuza clan was invited to the wedding, a bold move, and what was even bolderâthey accepted and arrived.
âI surely did, brother,â said Namjoon.
âGood,â Yoongi smirked, not expecting what is yet to come.
âEverything is as it should be.â
âI donât want Y/Nâs father near her until the wedding, Jungkook-ah,â requested Yoongi from the passive listener, seated just a few meters away on the sofa, sipping on his glass of white liquor.
âAs you wish, Hyung,â he put the glass down and stood up, fixing his tux and putting on his white hat.
âAnd for fuckâs sake, patch those knuckles, aight?â Yoongi screamed playfully after him.
The temple, a sanctuary of weary souls, stood solemnly bearing witness to the union unfolding within its hallowed walls.
The bride, adorned in a crimson hanfu dress, with beautiful shining golden details on her long sleeves, walked the creaking wooden path towards the templeâs entrance, her steps heavy with the knowledge of what is awaiting her. The rich fabric of her dress billowed like a blood-red sea, a stark contrast to the pallor of her face that concealed emotions that dared not surface.
The courtyard was adorned with bright red and white paper lanterns when she passed it. She did not dare to look around at all the noble underground hats who had gathered to witness the union of two syndicates.
The flickering candles cast eerie, dancing shadows upon the ancient murals depicting forgotten legends. The distant sounds of the city, with its bustling streets and restless souls, provided a haunting contrast to the stillness of this timeless ceremony. The soft strains of the gayageum and the rhythmic beats of the janggu filled the air.
At the templeâs altar, the groom, equally somber in attire, awaited the bride. His eyes, like deep pools, hinted at the secrets he carried, secrets buried beneath, he wished to share with her.
The chants of the officiating monk resonated through the temple; a haunting reminder of the spiritual solace sought amidst the chaos of the outside world. Their union was a flicker of defiance against the oppressive forces that sought to extinguish the spirit of a nation. She was not initially meant to be his, fate seemed to have favoured him, and Yoongi thanked the almighty for bringing her to him.
Y/N dared not look at him, her breath unsteady, visible puffs in the cold air. The gal held her head high nonetheless, she was desperately trying not to give in to her intrusive thoughts and turn around, flee for her life, try one last time.
The gun pressed to Daiyuâs back served as a grim reminder, preventing her from succumbing to intrusive thoughts. She could see the tears that were in her eyes as she held tightly her little son. Chan-yeol, held captive and beaten for sins he performed.
The eyes of the guests felt heavy, especially her fatherâs, still unamused by the young leaderâs audacity, keeping his hand tightly on his neck. Forbidden from seeing his own daughter before the ceremony, he seethed with anger, his frustration directed at the young Kkangpae.
Y/Nâs heartbeat echoed loudly as she climbed the stairs to stand face-to-face with Yoongi, trying to find the courage to look at him. His eyes were full of expectations, he was waiting for this moment.
The exchange of bows signified respect and commitment. If this would be a traditional wedding, not minding their social status in the syndicates, they would continue with drinking rice wine sikhye, symbolizing the blending of their lives.
But this was not a common wedding. This ceremony was different. Altered by the traditions of the Min Clan. The moment arrived when Y/N extended her palm to take the knife from Yoongiâs hands. A cup of rice wine awaited underneath, capturing every drop of her blood. Their union, a pledge of loyalty through soul, blood, and mind.
Y/N met Yoongiâs eyes as she applied pressure to the hand holding the knife, slicing through his skin. A sadistic flicker seemed to pass through his eyes, as if he was enjoying the pain she was inflicting on him.
The rice wine now mixed with their blood and the heavy silence was driving Y/N mad.
The young Kkangpae lifted the cup to her lips, her eyes locked with Yoongiâs. Observing his actions closely, she followed suit, and he took a far bigger sip than her, almost devouring it all.
Setting the cup down they both extended their wounded hands. The golden wedding band that Yoongi slipped onto her finger, seemed to match her engagement ring that sat before it, closer to her knuckle. Y/N couldnât stop looking at her hand. This was an explicit symbol of her being a taken woman now. No one else to touch, to have, and in their world â to own.
âDarling,â Yoongi whispered quietly, but still managed to keep the demand in his tone visible. Y/N shook her head to get herself to think straight again, realising she had lingered too long on the rings, delaying the public ceremonyâs final step.
Huffing out collected air, she slipped the wedding band onto Yoongiâs finger, uniting them.
The monk placed a thick crimson ribbon over their hands, proclaiming them man and wife. No vows echoed like in the far west, no intimate encounters within the public ceremony, despite Yoongiâs yearning to press his lips against hers.
Y/N knew very well that her father scoffed and cursed at the young leader yet again for choosing to follow his wedding traditions and not theirs. And ultimately, there was no paying respect to the elders.
Kkangpae does not bow down to anyone. Nor will his new bride.
Y/N was especially glad she does not have to do that nor the tea ceremony she always found dull. Not that she particularly enjoyed being controlled and swept by the demands of Yoongiâs clan.
The monkâs chants grew louder again, filling the temple with an eerie resonance. Y/N and Yoongi turned to face the gathered members of their syndicates, their families, and the underworld elite who had come to witness this union.
The banquet that followed was a lavish affair as is fit for the Min clan. The tables groaned under the weight of sumptuous dishes, and the air filled with the tantalizing aroma of delicacies prepared by the finest chefs. Nonetheless, Y/N could sense the atmosphere that was charged with tension. As if everyone was prepared to cast guns and kill each other.
Y/N felt the weight of her fatherâs glare before she could see him eye to eye. Her mimicry has shown nothing more but pure disgust when Wang Zemo shook the scarred leaderâs hand congratulating them on their marriage. Y/N did not trust her father. His judgment was always clouded by power.
âYou do not seem pleased, father,â Y/N remarked, exposing him. Her mother nervously laughed, hoping to prevent a disturbance between the two clans. She eyed him, expecting an answer from him.
âIâm not pleased that your husband allowed you to be kidnapped,â he retorted, making Yoongi squeeze Y/Nâs hip, a possessive gesture.
âBut he aided a rescue team in no time, daddy. Meanwhile, you could not even keep me at home,â Y/N fired back, laughing in her fatherâs face, not believing her own words defended the young Kkangpae that was now amusingly smirking next to her. She could see how her fatherâs brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, fuming at his daughter. Y/N can do that now, she does not owe her father loyalty anymore.
Her mother stopped him before he could raise his hand causing commotion within the two clans, instead he lifted his free arm pointing a warning finger at her. Y/N smiled sweetly and watched her mother pull his arm until he walked with her. Only when he was far away did she ask her new husband.
âDid he give you trouble when you asked for Xiaoliâs hand in marriage on behalf of Taehyung?â The young leader only hummed in response, his eyes were focused on something different from her now, and Y/N could not help but turn her head in the same direction as he was looking.
What unsettled her the most was the presence of Yamamotos. Yoongi nor anyone did not mention single tweet about these poisonous guests. Therefore, she felt her stomach rotate when they were approaching and for the first time in forever, Y/N pressed herself closer to Yoongi, intertwining their fingers together.
Of course, she feared them. She always viewed her fatherâs tactics and measures quite cruel. But if Wang Zemo was cruel than Yamamoto was brutal. And it was only natural to fear such a brutal syndicate as Yakuza.
âCongratulations, Min,â said the older male in Japanese. He did not bother to speak the tongue of his enemyâs territory, but he knew they would understand perfectly. The man had such a strong and intense aura around him. He ruled with fear, that thing was obvious.
He held his hand to Yoongi who accepted it for both your and his behalf, shaking it with firm grip, piercing his eyes alongside.
âYou got yourself a fine woman, Min, ââ he leered at Y/N, his gaze filled with hunger. A wave of disgust washed over her.
âShe has caused you quite a bit of trouble, has she not?â he continued, finishing his remark. Y/N understood that their marriage was a calculated move that would redefine the power dynamics within the criminal underworld. Whether Yamamoto perceived the Mins as a threat remained an assumption on her part.
âNot as much trouble as you sending that foolish boy to his death,â Yoongi added, causing Y/Nâs breath to hitch. Slowly, her eyes lifted to Yoongi, whose gaze now held an intensity that made the scar glow with anger. Y/N did not understand any bit of it. Had he not come willingly? No, that simply cannot be, there had to be an ulterior motive to commit such a sin.
âCertainly, we knew you would handle him and your bride just as you saw fit.â
âSurely, ââ Yoongi replied with a dark undertone and a sinister smile. A wave of nausea rolled through Y/N. If they lingered in the presence of the Japanese Yakuza any longer, she might empty her stomach right there. Thankfully, they bid a seemingly cordial farewell, leaving to take their seats behind the tables and Y/N could at least breathe out.
âYoongiââ she began once they were out of earshot. He cast her a brief glance before pivoting to examine her, noting her even paler face.
âI think Iâm going to be sick,â she stumbled the words out of her system fast. Y/N released Yoongiâs hand to cover her mouth.
âOh God,â her sisterâs whisper reached her ears, a reminder of their public setting, alerting her that she is still in public, and the eyes will pry.
Y/N swiftly walked â not ran, to avoid drawing attention â towards the nearest door leading outside to the cold. Once in the cold air again, she emptied her stomach.
âItâs okay,â Y/N heard her sisterâs voice yet again, just before her hands were soothingly rubbing her back. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe the cold air in. She was grateful it was her sister offering comfort, not the groom. At least Xiaoli realized that Y/N wouldnât want Yoongi to see her now. Nor any other prying eyes.
âItâs not okay, Xiaoli,â said Y/N through tears, feeling a profound, heart-wrenching anxiety and fear settling in her core.
âThey fucking sent him to rape me, and God knows what else.â
âAnd he did not manage to do that. Hoseok took care of that. Jungkook took care of that, ââ
Y/N recalled, her mind flashing to Jungkook storming into her room, his concern evident as he bombarded her with questions about her well-being. Guilt weighed on him for getting entangled with Chan-yeol instead of going straight to her. As her new brother, he felt an obligation to protect her, just like Hoseok, who would go to any lengths for her.
And that leaves Y/N to wonder. She pondered the sincerity behind their sympathy. Was it because of her supposed relationship with their brother, or was there a genuine connection forming? For a fleeting moment, she wondered if her aunt sensed the potential for them to become family, to be her home.
ââLeader Min will see to it that he is brought to justice,â Xiaoli continued, always sure to express her love for Yoongi.
Y/N looked down at her stained dress with a sense of pity, both for herself and the situation. A deep sense of sadness remained.
âI just wish it did not have to be this way,â she confessed, her voice filled with sorrow. âI wish I could have chosen this path for myself, rather than having it forced upon me.â
âBut this is not the world or lifetime where you could do that,â her sister replied, and for a brief moment, Y/N felt a glimmer of understanding.
âI know,â she whispered quietly. âHe used to be my friend; you know. Despite what he did, I never thought he would die in front of my eyes, ââ her words held honesty, tinged with something else.
âAnd I never thought that I would be relieved they came in time and shot him dead, Xiaoli,â Y/N admitted, finally getting it off her chest.
âTaehyung-oppa said they paid him to do it.â Xiaoli disclosed. Y/N dreaded this scenario; she suspected that Chen did not act out of love for her. No one who loved someone would commit such a horrendous act.
Y/N scoffed, a desperate laugh escaping her. âDo you know what will happen to Chan-yeol?â She hadnât had the chance to discuss this with Yoongi, leaving her in the dark and feeling consumed by it.
âHe is held captive. That is all I know,â Xiaoli replied while helping Y/N stand. She needed to change her dress; there was no way she could return in this state.
âY/N?â Xiaoli asked. Her older sister only hummed in response.
âIf you attempt to run ever again, Daiyu is going to dieââ Y/N paused for a moment.
ââHe wonât hurt me, Iâll be betrothed to Taehyung-oppa. But Daiyu is still in the open.â
âDid you talk to her?â She asked.
âNo,â Xiaoli replied, âbut I talked to Kkangpae Min. He confirmed his intentions.â
âAnd it did not move you one bit?â Said Y/N surprised with what degree of calmness her sister is speaking of this.
Yoongi wanted to make it abundantly clear that he would take drastic measures if she attempted to escape again. He wanted her to fear the consequences, to be consumed by the dread of what might happen if she defied him; deliberately informing Xiaoli, knowing the bond between the sisters was a weak point for Y/N.
âI would not dare to go against his word.â Y/N only smiled sadly at her sisterâs words. She does not understand. How could she?
The way to her chamber felt endless. Y/N was acutely aware of her disheveled state and the need for privacy. Another set of footsteps behind her and Xiaoli quickened her heart with anxiety.
âY/N?â The soothing voice of the doctor, Seokjin, reached her ears, and she could not have been more relieved. Without turning around, she responded.
âI just need to change. Iâm fine, Seokjin.â
Y/N wasted no time in stepping inside her room once they finally reached it. Seokjin followed, his demeanour calm and professional, yet she sensed a hint of concern in his eyes.
As she began changing out of the crimson robe from the wedding ceremony, Y/N couldnât deny the unease that lingered within her.
âYou can tell him I will be back in a little while, Seokjin.â Y/N turned to Seokjin, offering a weak smile.
âAre you sure you are feeling well?â Seokjin nodded; his expression was gentle.
âItâs just the anxiety.â Said Y/N. Her face still bore the traces of tears and turmoil, but she resolved to face the celebration with as much grace as she could muster. She knew that in the world she inhabited, appearances were everything.
Seokjin stood by the door, waiting patiently. âIâll change and come right away,â she promised to the older male.
âVery well,â he answered simply and closed the door behind him leaving her and Xiaoli alone.
The intricate layers of fabric and silk were carefully removed, revealing a simpler, yet equally elegant, hanfu beneath â this one was a shade of soft lavender.
âDo you want to wear the hanbok instead?â Xiaoli asked. Does she? Just this morning, she insisted that her wedding dress will be a representation of the culture she is coming from. Looking over at the beautiful crimson and royal blue hanbok that she was supposed to wear as her wedding dress, Y/N hesitated.
âI donât feel like wearing a wedding dress anymore, Xiaoli.â Her sister nodded in understanding, but beneath her supportive gaze, there lingered a hint of disappointment. Xiaoli had hoped that Y/N would fully embrace the culture of the Min clan, a desire likely shared by the clanâs leader. However, Y/Nâs desire was to stay true to her Chinese roots for a little bit longer. If this is the only way she can remain herself, she is willing to rebel against him as long as she can.
She heard her sister sigh as she handed her the crimson flowery qipao. âYou could at least meet him in the middle.â Xiaoli muttered, her disappointment evident.
âXiaoli, if you did not notice Iâm having a really bad day today.â Y/Nâs patience was wearing thin. She had endured enough turmoil for one day, and the idea of appeasing Yoongiâs wishes no longer held much appeal.
âI understandââ Xiaoli wanted to say before Y/N interrupted her with the welling tears in her eyes and raised voice.
âNo, you do not understand, Xiaoli!â Said Y/N, sliding down to a lower cushion chair, hugging her head with her small hands.
âBut you are not even trying, Y/N,â Xiaoli retorted.
âBecause Iâm gasping for air every single time! Iâm drowning, and yet I cannot learn to swimââ she cried out, clutching the fabric of her hanfu to the point she feared it would tear.
âAll of you are blindly trying to convince me that this is the best that could ever happen to meââ she continued.
ââlike youâre some kind of Gods that shall decide oneâs fate.â
Xiaoli sighed, her frustration and discomfort evident. âAll we do is care for you, truly, madly, deeply.â
Y/N looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of despair and defiance.
âAre you listening to yourself, sister?!â Y/N did not even give her a chance to answer.
ââWe are family, by blood, Xiaoli, I thought you cared about me to be more than just a pawnââ this time Xiaoli interrupted her older sister.
âAnd because we are family, I am trying to protect what matters to all of us.â Xiaoli knelt beside her, trying to console Y/N.
âWhat about what matters to me?â Y/N retorted; her voice shaky. âWhat about my dreams, my choices? He took that from me.â
Xiaoli hesitated, choosing her words carefully. âWe all have to make sacrifices. And I know that you will make the best out of this.â
Y/N looked at her sister, a mix of disbelief and sadness in her eyes. âIs this the price of my freedom?â
âIf this was another life, you could have what you truly desire.â Said Xiaoli. Y/N wiped away her tears before she spoke.
âI wonât letââ Y/N inquired.
âThe consequences will be severe.â Said Xiaoli before Y/N could utter her thought as if she knew what she wanted to say.
âRemember that before you will do anything.â
The distant strains of music and laughter reached their ears when Xiaoli opened the door, walking through it in the direction of the celebration. Y/N put on a mask of composure, her posture regal, and her expression neutral. She couldnât let anyone see the turmoil within her. Tonight, she would play the role expected of her, all while strategizing her next moves in this complex and dangerous game.
âMin Buin?!â a voice called out, unfamiliar and tinged with a strange mixture of reverence and unease â it sent a shiver down her spine.
A man stood right in the middle of the hall behind her. He was dressed in a dark, tailored suit that exuded authority, a stark departure from the opulence of the occasion.
Y/N couldnât help but wonder who this enigmatic figure was and why he had singled her out with that title,
âMin Buin?!â He repeated again. Y/N turned her head slightly to Xiaoli, now a few steps closer to the banquet, her expression wary.
âWhoâs asking?â she demanded, a hint of protectiveness in her voice. The man did not seem to be perturbed by Y/Nâs defensive stance. Instead, he offered a faint, cryptic smile.
âDo you not know?â His tone took a different direction. He stepped closer to them.
âY/N,â Xiaoli gulped down, her voice trembling. âThat is Yamamoto Itsuki.â By how her sister spoke Y/N understood that this is the very man she was supposed to marry.
âGo.â She whispered to her sister who did not hesitate to run down the corridor and alert anyone. Only once Y/N was sure that her sister was far away did she speak.
âWhat is your business with me?â Y/N asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. The manâs smile widened slightly, revealing teeth that seemed unnaturally sharp in the dim light.
âBusiness?â He laughed. Y/Nâs mind raced as she absorbed his words. She had been thrust into this world, initially a pawn in a dangerous game, but now it seemed that her role was evolving.
âI have unfinished business with you, yes.â He said after a few silent moments. Only her heavy breathing could be heard.
âIâm very much sure that a business between us never started in the first place; therefore, it seems to me we have nothing to talk about,â said Y/N, swiftly turning her body back to its original position, ready to flee to the banquet and seek help.
As she predicted, this day could only get worse as she found herself pinned to the nearest wall. Y/N could feel his breath on her face, a strong large hand enveloped her throat, pressing her to the wall harder and making it hard to breathe. Y/Nâs breathing skipped intervals.
âYou are one greedy ungrateful little bitch, are you not?â He spat the words into her face, squeezing her neck even tighter. Her hands automatically rose to his arm, trying to push him away. Her head started to spin, and she could feel the redness that rushed to her cheeks as she gasped for air that would fill her lungs.
âYou were supposed to be mine!â His scream echoed in the empty corridor. Out of all the endings of her life, she truly did not foresee this one. There was a strike of a quick moment where she thought that death would be her redemption and eternal freedom she wished for. However, Y/N still had the will to fight for her life. She dug her nails into his arm, trying to push his hand away one more time, but he was too strong.
A click of a reloading gun seemed too muffled for her ears to notice, but when the sudden absence of pressure on her throat disappeared, and she could finally welcome the air in, she thanked God for being still in his favour.
Her knees have denounced their service, and she found herself on the ground. She went to touch her sore throat when a familiar hand did it before her. Y/Nâs breath was still rocky, and she heard an annoying ringing in her ears. She barely could hear what Yoongi was screaming at the man who was recently near killing her.
âY/N?â She heard Jiminâs voice, but she could not figure out where it was coming from. Her head was spinning like a carousel, and her vision was still a bit blurry. She wanted to speak up but she found it hard to do so.
âCan you breathe for me, darling?â She tried to stabilize her breathing but couldnât stop panting for air.
âYou have to try and calm down.â Seokjin was speaking to her, and by her blurry vision she saw another four figures around her. Two holding the younger Yamamoto for Yoongi, the other two attending to her.
Y/N went to try to speak again, even though she was fully aware that only high-pitched tones would come out that would make her words unrecognisable.
âIââ she tried, âI wantââ she finally gulped down the little amount of saliva she had in her mouth.
âBring her water right now.â Seokjin understood quickly. Her hearing was coming back to life and same for her vision. She could now see Jungkook and Hoseok dragging the man away from them, and Yoongi swiftly turning to examine the damage the man had done to his beloved.
By the time he fell down to his knees, cupping her cheeks, trying to read from her eyes, Jimin had returned with the water she needed. Yoongi helped her to hold the glass in both of her hands and drink it whole in one go.
âI do not want to stay here tonight,â she said with a raspy voice, feeling every muscle in her throat. Yoongi looked at her with worry in his eyes. He promised she would be safe with him, and within less than twelve hours, she was abducted, almost raped, and nearly choked to death.
âI am so sorry, baby,â said the young leader with remorse. âI am going to make it better, I promise.â Y/Nâs âbetterâ however, contained something else than his âbetterâ.
âWe cannot leave right awayââ tears escaped her eyes, falling heavy and hot on her dress. Yoongi was the Kkangpae and the enemyâs clan member just assaulted his wife. This cannot slip out without consequences.
âHow dare you disrespect me and my wife this way,â said Yoongi to the older male from Yamamotoâs clan who had barely sat down in Yoongiâs office.
The younger offender, who had laid his hand on Y/N, was still firmly held by Hoseok and Jungkook. She sat in Yoongiâs office chair, a blanket draped over her shoulders, the purple bruises on her neck stark against her skin, certainly not flattering jewelry.
âHow dare you disrespect our clan, Kkangpae Min.â The older male retorted, testing the younger leaderâs patience. Yoongi clenched his hand into a fist, struggling to maintain control.
âThis is far too unforgivable against what you assume I did,â he spat out quickly. Y/N wished she could just hide away and never come back, but as the Kkangpaeâs wife, a Buin, she had to be present.
Yamamoto scoffed. âYou are playing the game dirty, so are weââ
âTake this as a payback for meddling in our affairs, Kkangpae Minââ the older male started.
âAnd as far as traditions goes, she is yet to be your woman by our law and Godâs will,â alluding to the inevitable â they had to consummate the marriage. Y/N knew this and had been making peace with the fact throughout the day.
âYou wonât have to worry about that, Mr. Yamamoto,â Yoongi was always known for his cockiness whilst dealing with enemies, but he was also the most cautious man alive, however today was a misstep he did not wish to ever make. All this only proved he could not leave her alone â not because she might flee, but because someone could take her away from him. And he would never let her go.
âWatch me fucking continue meddlingââ Yoongi retorted. âI see that you know the goddamn rules; I shall have his hand.â Y/Nâs eyes widened in shock. She did not expect him to go unpunished for what he did to her, which would make Yoongi look unfit to rule. Itsuki started to squirm in their hold, attempting to break free.
âYou want a war?â Yamamoto asked with venom in his voice.
âYou apparently desire to have it when you assaulted my wife twice in one day.â Yoongi spat and signaled to Hoseok to bring Itsuki forward. Jungkook grabbed the hand that had been on Y/Nâs neck less than an hour ago.
âFather!â Itsuki screamed with madness in his voice.
âHere you have it, you impatient imbecile!â his father screamed back at him, frustrated with both himself and his son. The plan had been to warn the Mins, not infuriate them.
Y/N watched Yoongi wordlessly as he took a short katana from Namjoon who appeared out of nowhere. The blade was sharp as a viperâs fang, and it gleamed in the dim light sourcing from the fireplace. The hilt, wrapped in silk, the colour of dried blood, felt cool and ominous in Yoongiâs hand.
She knew heâd have to swing it more than once to actually cut off Itsukiâs hand. Y/N gulped down her fear, pressing both hands to her mouth to stifle the scream that escaped when he first wielded the blade, piercing through Itsukiâs skin and colliding with bone, breaking it open. Burgundy blood streamed down to the wooden floor. Y/N clenched her eyes shut at the painful scream that followed and bounced slightly on the chair at the loud thump of the hand hitting the ground.
âYou have one hour to leave our land,â Yoongi declared, aiming the katana at the leading Yamamoto. The son dropped to the ground, cradling his arm, staring at the severed hand and screaming in pain, muttering threats to the Min clan.
âYou chose.â The older male looked over to Y/N who was still very much speechless and in utter shock from what occurred before her eyes. Yoongiâs gaze, momentarily lingering on his wife with furrowed brows, but quickly returned to Yamamoto. Their eyes locked, and the older man extended his hand to retrieve his injured son from the floor, leading him out of the room.
Yoongi dropped the katana onto the ground, tilting his head backwards in a brief prayer to the Lord. The room remained cloaked in heavy silence â not a peaceful silence, but one pregnant with the weight of a grim decision. A choice had been made, and its consequences were bound to unfold in darkness. This was a proclamation of war.
Y/Nâs eyes remained fixed on the spot where Yamamotoâs hand was laying limp in a pool of fresh blood. As Yoongi straightened and turned his gaze toward her, his eyes were a tempest of conflicting emotions.
âYou chose.â
Yoongi echoed Yamamotoâs words more as a question, his voice carrying a low, sombre resignation. He did not demand an answer; he knew what Yamamoto was talking about. Glancing down at his black shoes, now soaked with the blood of his enemy, Yoongi let out a soft laugh at the irony of her choosing him.
He understood the possibility that her choice might stem from self-preservation, realizing he could annihilate her entire family the moment she disappeared. Yet, his own selfishness shielded him from that harsh reality. Yoongi desperately wanted to believe that she returned to him and him alone.
Her eyes grew too heavy to stay open during the car ride back to the sanctuary. She allowed them a brief respite, letting the weight of exhaustion pull her into a momentary rest. The events of this day had been like a tempest, tearing through the delicate fabric of her reality and leaving chaos in its wake.
Y/Nâs strength was something Yoongi admired, yet even he recognized the toll this day had taken on her. The hypocrite in him thinking that kind of evil will lead her to seek solace in him, perhaps finding that this was where she truly belonged â by his side.
She could have turned and run when the chance presented itself, disappearing into the wild. But she did not, and that is what mattered to Yoongi. For the first time, Y/N found herself yearning to return to the sanctuary, back to her golden cage.
Y/N knew that this night would be a reflection of the complexities of their relationship, a dance between desire and the darkness that surrounded them. Y/N understood that despite the arduous day, this had to be done. Bracing herself, she stepped out of the car and into the dark.
She walked slightly behind her now husband, letting him lead the way to the house she did not quite recognise. Before she mustered the courage to ask questions, he spoke first.
âI grew up in this houseââ he whispered into the cold air, âa hot spring is right behind it.â
Y/N observed the house built into the massive stone walls of the valley, surrounded by tall pine trees. It was too dark for her to see just how tall they actually are, but the little flickering lights visible through the windows granted her a little peak.
âI want to spend tonight with you here,â he turned to face her. Yoongi could not tear his gaze away from her, adoring every detailâher eyes, cheeks, nose, hair, mouth. But if you would ask him, how did he come to be so obsessed with her, he would not give a cohesive answer. The inexplicable obsession he felt seemed right, like two puzzle pieces fitting together. He believed that even if she did not feel it now, she would eventually.
âJust the two of us.â
He took a little step to be closer to her. If Y/N understood correctly, this is the only place where they can be truly alone without prying eyes and ears. Yoongi wanted to talk and whatâs more, he intended to do more than just talk tonight.
âAight,â she replied slowly with her still sore throat. He had never seen her this calm, and he wanted to enjoy every minute she is not fighting against him â despite the disturbing circumstances that led to her current state of mind.
âCan we have some tea first?â she asked with little hope that he would agree to slow down a little bit. He chuckled at her sudden innocence and extended his arm to caress her cheek.
âCourse we can, my love,â he smiled softly.
And so, they found themselves once again by the comforting embrace of a fireplace, patiently waiting for the tea to brew in the teapotâs gentle whistle.
There was something about this scenery that Yoongi could not help but love. Y/N, seated on the fur rug next to the warmth of the crackling flames, found solace in these quiet moments. After the tumultuous events of the day, it was a sanctuary they both needed. At least, she felt at peace in moments like these.
âI am sorry.â he suddenly confessed, his eyes revealing the genuine sorrow within. Today had left Yoongi conflicted, riding the highs of marrying the woman he desired while being weighed down by guilt for the dayâs events.
Y/N met his gaze, her voice devoid of emotion as she calmly asked, âAbout what exact part?â
âAll of it,â he shook his head. Y/N chuckled, and confusion flickered in Yoongiâs eyes.
âAre you not going to punish me, Kkangpae?â Here she goes.
âI do desire to know your relation to the boy, I wonât lie, but no.â
âThere is no relation.â
âAre you sure? We talked about this already â no lies.â
âIâm not lying, he did fancy me, yesââ Yoongiâs grip on his hands tightened.
ââI thought we were friends, but he was not keen to flee away with me when I needed to,â she admitted.
âDo you mourn him?â Yoongiâs voice held a serious tone.
âI mourn the boy he was, not what he apparently became after we partedââ she began, carefully, collecting her thoughts.
ââthey paid him to go and attempt rape me, Yoongi. I pray for his soul to find its peace after what sins he committed,â a tear escaped her eye, a sob followed. Yoongi leaned in, holding her small hands in an attempt to provide comfort.
âIt was horrible,â she cried out and finally, she opened up to him.
âAmidst all the bad today, Iâm so proud of youââ Y/N raised her blurry eyesight to meet him, awaiting an explanation.
ââYou could have run, and you did not. You chose to come back to me.â
âI promise, I swear to you â I will never ever let that happen againââ he assured, moving closer to her.
She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to address the yet unspoken. âCan I get the letter, please?â Y/N whispered.
âIn the morning.â He answered, intending to prolong it to ensure her continued good behaviour and obedience.
âDo we?-â She interrupted, praying for a change of his mind, though fully aware of the inevitability. He needed to ensure no loopholes in their marriage for others to exploit or for her to negotiate over. She knows this is mandatory.
âYes, we do,â he acknowledged after some thought. Knowing what she had been through that day, he recognised the potential impact, but he also saw it as a way to fully claim her. It was a selfish desire, perhaps, but one he had long awaited.Â
Yoongi longed to feel her skin to skin. It was indeed selfish, he knew that much. Some would say it is careless of him to demand such an intimate act to happen after all she has been through. But he wanted to show her that this is a part of their marriage she can truly enjoy. Yoongi wanted to give a final full stop to their relationship by solidifying the union rightfully, as the tradition goes.
The flickering flames of the fireplace danced in the dimly lit room, casting a warm glow upon Y/N and Yoongi. Consummating the marriage was a private but necessary measure.
His selfishness had not gone unnoticed by the syndicate elders, who questioned his insistence on not just any hotel room but the house where generations of memories had been created. He deliberately wanted to spend the night in the house he grew up in, where his father started a family, and his grandfather, and his grandfather and so on down the history line.
Yoongi, having lost his parents at a young age, yearned to start his own family. He wanted to witness the growth of his children, their marriages, and their own families.
Y/N knew this day would come, sooner or later, and as a young woman, she had learnt to protect herself from unplanned consequences. She understood his desire for a child, though he never explicitly discussed it with her. But she was far from being ready to surrender to the life fate had planned for her, not just yet.
Heaven had given her a sign, a slight hope when she found a particular herb in the garden before the first snow fell. Y/N had kept it discreet, asking the maid to dry the flowers and serve them as tea in the morning. Tonight, she was calm, knowing it could not happen, even if he wished otherwise.
Yoongi observed her hesitance, her eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and resilience. The room, with its walls that held generations of memories, seemed to echo with the weight of tradition and expectation. But as he reached out to touch her cheek gently, his eyes softened.
The sharp sound of a loud whistle from the tea kettle startled them both, tearing them out of the cocoon of their thoughts. The iron kettle hung gracefully over the open flame, steam rising in wisps as if trying to escape the weight of the night. Yoongi carefully prepared the tea, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The aroma of freshly brewed leaves filled the air. The porcelain teapot, an heirloom passed down through generations, sat patiently on the wooden small table that was next to them. As he poured the tea into delicate cups, he eyed her small physique yet again, searching for any signs.
She accepted the cup he offered her, the warmth seeping through the delicate porcelain. Her mind briefly paused when she recognised the familiar scent. She chuckled and Yoongi raised his eyebrows in surprise, awaiting her words. Y/N took a few careful sips from the cup, accepting what it offered.
âAre you afraid, Kkangpae?â She asked, taking another sip. Yoongi put his cup on the wooden table and looked directly in her eyes.
âMe? No,â he pointed at himself, hiding a smile.
âSo why did you choose to make tea from Valerian root?â Her studies that surely included herbalism had escaped Yoongiâs mind.
âI knew this night would be difficult for you, and I â I wanted to ensure it went as smoothly as possible,â he confessed.
âConsiderate,â she muttered, more to herself than to him. Yoongiâs gaze faltered, and he looked away momentarily.
âI want you to enjoy itââ
âThen make me enjoy it,â she interrupted him yet again, gulping down the contents of her cup, setting it down with a gentle clink next to his almost full one.
âI intend to,â he said. The complexities of tradition, the weight of the syndicate expectations, seemed to press down on them like the heavy beams of the hanok. Yet, he was thrilled at the prospect of laying her down and making love to her, while she tried to make peace with the path ahead.
A mixture of emotions played across Y/Nâs face, the tension in the air made her anxious. The tea flowed in her system, calming her. The steps were set, and she cannot back down now.
His hands cradled her face, a gesture that held both tenderness and an unspoken understanding. But Y/N knows he will never understand. And thus, the night unfolded.
The hanok, with its wooden beams and paper windows, seemed to breathe with the rhythm of their footsteps. The aroma of tea still lingered within the walls, all the way back in the house.
âPray with me?â a soft plea that resonated with the hallowed surroundings. They settled on top of the low cushion bed; he held both her hands in his. The subtle sounds of the valley outside, muffled by the hanji-covered windows, crackling fire nearby â the low hum of their shared prayer filled the room, blending with the whispers of the winter wind outside.
As they concluded their prayers, the world outside the hanok continued its silent ballet with nature. Yoongi slowly let her hands fall into her lap. Y/N kept looking at her hands, biting her lower lip.
He extended his hands pulling out the golden pins from her hair, releasing them.
âYou are magnificent,â he whispered into her lips that were anticipating his. She looked into his eyes one last time before she slowly closed them, awaiting him to take the first step. Y/N could feel both his hands on the swell of her bottom, slightly squeezing it and thus making her pant into his mouth. He pulled her into his lap, not distancing their close proximity. Not now. Not ever.
A deep groan released from his throat when she fully sat down in his lap. Y/N was straddling him, feeling his stiff manhood tightly pressed against her core making her breath hitch. He moved his hand from its place on her butt cheek to the swell of her clothed breast.
âLet me make love to you.â He kissed her lips very gently, waiting for her response. She knew he would do so even if she would not give him her consent. And once she shyly nodded her head, he dove right in and kissed her very deeply, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He was hungry and only she could sate him.
He continued to press himself against her core, creating at least some friction in between, aiming to hit the right spot and make her sing for him.
Yoongi was trying to trace down the opening of her qipao, feeling the delicately made buttons on her chest. Not for a moment he stopped kissing her, unbuttoning her dress and hiking it up from its hem on her thighs, showing her undergarments and pulling it all the way up her head âthrowing the peace of clothing that provided her warmth, perhaps even a security blanket, away.
Her neck was his next target. He bent his head making hers to lean back to allow him access. Yoongi layered down butterfly kisses all over her, now, naked, bruised neckline. âYou are such a good girl.â He muttered into her skin, caressing her bottom while he placed his hand back to her right breast.
Y/N could feel her nipples stiffen under the change of temperature, or perhaps the excitement her body was going through, which she did not want to admit. He took one of her hands who were inactive till now and placed it on his chest near the small buttons of his shirt. Trying to send a mental message for her to touch him too â undress him too.
Y/N took a shaky breath, trying to come to her senses. Out of this ectasis. But she could not. His work on her neck was becoming troublesome, not mentioning his roaming hands. She was never touched by man lovingly, but she could not deny that he is making her heart skip just by teasing her.
Her small shaky fingers finally reached to the buttons whilst he was abusing her chest with hot kisses. She unbuttoned the first one, then the second until she reached the last. âThatâs it baby.â He encouraged her to continue slipping his shirt down from his body.
He straightened himself and looked deeply into her eyes, his voice filled with desire and longing. âI love you.â Said Yoongi when he slowly slid his hand in between them cupping her clothed heat. Millions of little butterflies erupted in her lower belly, her breath hitched, silent moan coming out of her swollen lips when he started to rub circles, moving her clitoris through the fabric. She could feel herself leaning into him, her body responding to his touch.
The room was filled with an intoxicating blend of desire and anticipation. He caressed her back until he reached the opening of her western style cone bra that she wore under the dress. Popping it open her eyes snapped open too. But the pleasure was overshadowing her sound judgment, and he knew she would at some point try to resent him a little, thatâs why he did not hesitate to throw it the same direction as her qipao, not wasting time and taking her already hard nipple into his mouth. Her eyes widened; pupils dilated.
He was taking his sweet time loving her every inch before he laid her down on the bed, hovering above her. Dominating her. Yoongiâs hands moved with a gentle urgency, his kisses becoming more fervent as their passion ignited. He hooked his fingers into her undergarments, not giving her a chance to protest when he quickly pulled them down her legs, tepid air hitting her centre.
Itâs when he went to spread her legs touching her knees she took his wrist into her small hand, looking deep down into his eyes, tears swelling in, realisation hitting her. Yoongi did not seem to be angry or displeased. He understood why this action triggered her and therefore he led her hands to his belt, giving her a chance to yet again give him her consent to proceed. He wanted her to fall in love with him, not to fear him. He dreaded the day when he will have to use different measures to convince, she is his woman and no one else can touch her.
The little rat was a big mistake. Yoongi did not expect him to go as far as to attempt to rape her. But he knew that the boy was coming. He knew itâs Yakuzaâs move, and he knew when they would strike,and he was ready. What he wasnât ready for was Chan-yeolâs betrayal. Nobody is betraying Kkangpae Min, nor no one will dare to touch his wife after what he will do to the traitor.
âYouâre alright, baby.â He attempted to assure her, putting her small hands on his belt. Y/Nâs fingers were yet again shaking when she was undoing his belt. She was now fully aware of her laying naked body. She could feel the goosebumps forming on her skin.
As Yoongiâs belt came undone, he couldnât help but marvel at the strength and resilience that radiated from her. She had endured so much in such a short span of time, yet here she was, willingly surrendering herself to him.
He pulled down the pants, together with his undergarments. A loud thud followed once they fell down to the floor. He bent down to her belly and placed a small kiss just below her belly button and one slightly lower to her yet uninhabited womb.
âI need to help you relax your muscles a little.â Said he. She felt his hot breath on her inner thighs, shaking in his hold. He slid his hand down to her core yet again, touching her without any barrier for the first time. Y/N took a deep breath and another one when he slid his finger down her folds and up, making her pussy produce wet juices. His lips were on her collarbone when he unexpectedly slid his index finger inside her making her moan loudly, yelp even.
âShhhâŚâ He cooked at her, kissing her lips passionately, while thrusting his finger slowly in and out of her heat. She could feel a prick of pain in the area Yoongiâs finger occupied. Y/Nâs moans became a mix of moderate pain and pleasure altogether.
She could feel his other hand move away from caressing her hip to his member which he started to slowly stroke. Y/N could see that he was more than ready â his cock big, stiff and red, pre-cum leaking from its tip. He wanted to dive into her heat badly. But he needed to stretch her out a little more, so she wonât suffer that much pain. Yoongi smiled when he spotted her eyeing his body through half-lidded eyes, panting, yet being focused specifically on his manhood.
He towered above her, pulling his finger out of her heat. Sudden emptiness surrounded her walls that were finally adjusting to the intruder. She gasped when she felt his hands pulling her closer to him. Her legs were on each side of his hips. Y/N observed his body, his toned skin, slight muscles, his well-built torso â all the way down his V line, adorned with soft hair.
She snapped out of her thought train once he climbed on top of her and pressed his manhood in between her folds, sliding it up and down, covering it in her juices. Moan escaped her mouth once he put a little bit of pressure, stimulating her clitoris. He moved his hips slowly, trying to hold himself to not to thrust it in just yet.
He raised his left hand and intertwined his fingers with hers pinning it above her head while attacking her lips again. Y/Nâs hand instinctively slapped his chest trying to push him away just a little, but his little smirk into her lips assured her that he wanted that kind of reaction from her.
And when she awaited it the least, he thrust himself into her, making her bite down his lower lip. He groaned at the sensation. His lip was bleeding, but he could not care less. âNoââ She let go of his lip and an incoherent sound came out of her throat, eyes welling up with tears.
âYoongi, it hurts too much.â She stated the obvious, crying whilst trying to breath. Enormous heat wave just hit her, and she was desperately wanting to make her head stop spinning.
âI know, baby. I know.â He whispered into her lips, trying to take his own breathing under control. She feels like heaven to him. His everlasting home. His love. This is where he was supposed to be all his life.
He tried to move very slowly, making her cry even more, but he couldn't stop. âIt will stop I promise.â He kissed her tears away, stretching her walls to the fullest with his manhood. Silently moaning into her lips.
It took quite a while for her to adjust to the stretch and tension, fullness inside of her. Yoongi explored every inch of her naked body, his hands caressing her with a gentleness that belied his previous actions. In this moment, she was not defined by the traumas of her past or the expectations of their marriage. Their bodies moved in perfect sync once the pain yielded a little.
The room was filled with the sounds of their mingled loud moans and the crackling of the fire. The warmth of the fireplace mirrored the growing heat between them, intensifying the pleasure that coursed through their veins.
Yoongiâs movements became a little faster, more deliberate to draw as much pleasure from her as he could. He wanted to show her that their union was not solely physical but a one of love. With each whisper of reassurance and each gentle caress, he aimed to erase any lingering fears and insecurities that she held.
His thrusts were becoming sloppy after a while, he could feel her shaking against him. But not from fear but from pleasure. He mustered what he could to take her over the edge for the very first time in her life. Y/N could feel the butterflies in her stomach tying somewhat knot that she wanted them to release badly. Her hand slipped into his hair, tucking it tightly whilst he was thrusting into her heat, making her moan loudly into his mouth. He was very close, but he wanted her to come with her. And as they were reaching the peak of passion, their bodies trembling with pleasure, Yoongi held Y/N close, their hearts beating in sync.
Their moans became louder and louder every second they were nearing the summit. âYoongiâ!â she screamed his name out when she was sure the knot was about to burst. âBabyââ he could not even finish a sentence he meant to say once she came undone under him, trembling from the pleasure, her mouth agape, eyes tightly closed â her walls still vibrating around him. Not even a second later his loud cry followed as he spilled thick ropes of cum inside of her. His eyes closed, and he was breathing heavily. When he opened his eyes, she was already looking at him, her mouth still slightly open as she was panting. Her eyes seemed glossy but so were his. He caressed the side of her thigh whilst gently kissing her swollen lips, whispering how much he loves her.
Slowly pulling out of her heat, substituting with his fingers plunging his cum mixed with hints for crimson blood, back into her heat he lowered his body yet again to her belly. Kissing where he assumed her womb was, he whispered a prayer.
âMay the Lord bless us with a miracle.â
I N T E R L O G U E
The fatherâs rage reverberated in the confined space of the car. âYou could not have just fucking waited, you little prick!â his frustration boiling over.
Still grappling with the pain of his missing arm, the one-handed son shot back defiantly, blood seeping through the bandages âYou said everything would work out in our favour!â
The car they were sitting in was slowing down until it stopped altogether. The older male looked around in confusion. They were nowhere near the docks for their escape to Fukuoka.
âIt would if youâd just shut your damn cock instincts, you stupid boy!â the Yakuza leader hissed, attempting to keep his anger in check.
Blinded by fury, he failed to notice the car taking a series of wrong turns, leading them into a desolate no manâs land. When the driver turned to face them, blood reached his ears.
âKkangpae Min sends you good wishes on your journey to hell.â
to be continued
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Farewell, Wanderlust
Halsin x Fem!Reader
Summary: This takes place long after the events of bg3. Halsin is visiting Baldurâs Gate, and he makes a stop at the Blushing Mermaid. He meets a serving girl that reminds him of himself, and finds himself drawn to her.
Word Count: 9.8k
Warnings: Tension, teasing, mentions of the Struggles of Womenâ˘, Cursing, Mentions of assault, molestation, rape, etc. Halsin sees through your bullshit, Mentions of Halsinâs trauma (the Shadow Curse), You are a caretaker of a younger sister, Tav x Astarion mentioned, tav x astarion make an appearance physically, banter between Tav/Halsin/Astarion/you, so much tension, did I say tension? Smut, piv sex, nipple play, body worship, talking you through it, this is more for the feelings than the smut, be aware of that before diving in, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, switch dynamic, so many feelings
This is smut. I am not responsible for the media you consume
Gaelic translation: Mo Chridhe means My Heart
A/N: I made this post about this concept because it's been floating around in my head. This song is a vibe and it's the vibes of this â¨
The music flowed through you as the men shouted and cheered along with the racy tune. You sang and clapped along, keeping things lively as they got deep in their cups. A soft touch on the shoulder here, a nudge of the hips there. It was as easy as breathing to you, and the tips made it worth it.
Hiking up your skirts, you stomped your boots against the floor and climbed up onto the table to dance. The men hooted and hollered as you tapped your heels along to the beat, clapped your hands and let your voice ring out with the bards on stage.Â
Swinging your skirts, you danced away from grasping hands, tsking with a condescending tone at the lust-chasers. Their hands were covered in grease and rot, trying to soil you with their intentions.
Moss green eyes followed you from the back of the room. Halsin leaned against the far wall, watching the display, his drink all but forgotten in his hand. He watched the way you nimbly escaped the leering men, pressing two fingers to their foreheads and pushing them back enough that they fell back into their chairs.
As much as he was loath to admit it, he understood the way they were feeling. Something about the warmth of your smile was all-encompassing. It wrapped around him like twisting vines, urging him toward you.
The crowd cheered louder as you spun, skirts swirling, but beneath the noise and smiles you felt the weight of their stares. It was strange how such lighthearted music could surround you while you danced on the edge of frustration and loathing, smiling as you always had, even when all you wanted was to disappear.
He crossed his thick arms under his chest to regain some sense of control. It lasted him all of a second as your eyes swept the room, catching his with a small smile. Your gaze raked over his form, and there was a glint in your eye that wasnât there before. He felt laid bare by your eyes alone, and while he was conscious of the way he stood out in a crowd, this was different.
You had the masses at your feet, but you sought out his attention. His cheeks flushed under the weight of your appraisal. He was used to it, however. He knew by many standards, he was considered exotic, being such a large elf. He had never quite been able to bend to the whims of the elven beauty standards, constantly trying to stoop too low to fit under that bar. He was much too large, and much too masculine for the non-conformity his race often had.
So no, he wasnât beautiful, not by any standards other than the exotic ones. At least in his mind, this was true.
You, however, had other ideas. Something about those warm green eyes reminded you of sunlight filtering through trees, and though he looked battle-worn, there was a gentleness to his presence that you couldnât quite decipher. It was drawing you to him, and you werenât sure you would be able to stop once you let that feeling take root.
His presence was such a contrast to the rabble you normally dealt with. The rough clawing hands trying to tear your skirts and see your skin. The men hoarding, drunk on ale and lust. But there was something more than lust in his gaze. It went beyond just a carnal desire, and it was trying to reel you in.
As you twirled and spun, the joy of the music faltered in your steps for a moment. It was overshadowed by a pair of eyes that lingered a bit too long, a bit too low. Your smile didnât slip, but something inside you did. A little crack. You caught the manâs gaze, tsking with a teasing smirk, but it was harder to shrug off than you wanted to admit.
The music rose like a great wave, and you spun, your voice ringing out, harmonizing with the instrumentals behind you. Your voice crested and fell, your chest rising and falling with great breaths as you posed on the table, skirts held out in one hand, the other poised in the air delicately.
You caught his eye again---the large elf in the back, his presence calming in the sea of drunken faces. There was no hunger in his gaze, just⌠interest. Curiosity, even. It was such a stark contrast to the clawing, desperate hands you had just brushed off. You smiled at him, but something stirred inside you---a yearning to be seen for more than just this dance.
Halsin put two fingers to his mouth and produced a loud whistle as everyone cheered and applauded. Your eyes caught his and you winked before disappearing behind a partition.
The elf took a sip of his drink, feeling it warm his chest before setting it down, lest he make a fool of himself.
Behind the partition, your smile fell. The music and cheers were muffled now, but their clawing stares still clung to your skin. How long had you done this? Pretending it didnât bother you, letting them think you enjoyed their attention, their touch. It was exhausting, yet you did it every night. But why?
You freshened up your face with powder as your chest heaved with the effort of breathing beneath your stay. Carefully running fingers through your hair to give it that desirably unkempt effect that everyone always loved.
When you came back out, you felt the eyes following you. They made you want to be desperately and completely unattractive. Their eyes crawl and claw along your skin, marring you with their intentions. Itâs impulsive, the way you want to pull your face off, to be around them itâs fucking impulsive.
You didnât know why you did it every day, every night, the masses lusting after you in that disgustingly toxic way that had you leaving with bruises on your hips and welts on your cheek.
For every woman is a work of art and should be treated as such. They are not men, they are made of ass and glass. Their skin is clay and painted blue, their head can detach. They are statues with a pulse they are art you can fuck.Â
They are paintings with legs.Â
They are art you can fuck.
Wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother.
To be admired takes precedence over admiring. To be desired takes importance over desiring.Â
Take the screaming one because a woman who doesnât want it is much hotter than one that does.
You can be anything you want, you could be anything, but not theirs. You would not be theirs.
With practiced poise, you square your shoulders and straighten your spine, tying an apron around your waist to serve the people.
Halsin watched as you worked, seeing you flit around the space like second nature. As though this was where you belonged. But he saw beneath the brave face. He saw the twinge of your eye when someone got too close. He saw the twitch of your fingers when someone got handsy with you. He saw the grit in your jaw when you smiled.
You may seem like this was your home, but he knew that was likely the farthest thing from the truth.
It was a beautiful facade, and once again, Halsin found himself drawn to you. He saw parts of himself in you that he hadnât seen in years. It made him yearn to know you. To know himself. To see himself the way others did.
As you flitted between tables, balancing trays of mugs and pitchers, you caught the Druidâs gaze again. Unlike the others, his eyes didnât follow your every movement with hunger. Instead, there was a quiet warmth in his gaze. One that made your steps falter, just for a second. He lifted his goblet in a gentle, unspoken request. You nodded, disappearing through the crowd for a moment before reappearing to refill his drink.
Your hand was steady as you refilled his drink.Â
âYour dance was⌠captivating.â His smooth deep voice washed over you from head to toe as he watched you pour the amber liquid. The compliment was genuine, and it didnât hold the same lustful undertones that most did. âI am Halsin,â he said, introducing himself.
A smile graced the corners of your lips. âThank you, Halsin, I am glad you enjoyed it. Itâs not often we get such⌠interesting company in this part of the city.â
He chuckled, âInteresting, no doubt? None more intriguing than you, Iâll wager. Tell me, if you find this company so repulsive, why torment yourself with the work?â
âRepulsive? What gave you that idea?â You said smoothly. He simply raised a brow, bringing his newly filled drink to his lips. âIt pays,â you sighed. âI need the money, really. Itâs not easy trying to support more than yourself in this city.â
âI see,â he hummed. Halsin leaned forward, voice soft and kind. âIt must be tiring dealing with these crowds every night.â He paused, studying you carefully. âPerhaps after your shift youâd like some fresh air? A walk under the moonlight⌠Itâs quieter out there,â he suggested.
The offer caught you off guard, your lips parting slightly. A walk? With him? He had a presence, a calmness that intrigued you. A break from the noise, the stares, sounded too good to be true. Certainly too good to refuse.
âMaybe,â you offer a teasing grin. It was less theatrical now. âIf you promise not to ask me to dance again. My feet are killing me.â
Halsin chuckled, the sound deep and comforting. âOnly if you want to.â
âAlright,â you said, pushing off the beam and adjusting your apron. âBut if you get any ideas about trying to twirl me under the moonlight, I might have to reconsider.â
Halsinâs grin widened, warmth in his gaze. âIâll behave⌠for now.â
The noise of the tavern slowly dimmed behind you as you stepped out into the cool night air. The breeze was a welcome contrast to the heat and chaos inside. You paused at the entrance, pulling your shawl tighter around your shoulders as the weight of the night settled over you.
Halsin was waiting nearby, a quiet presence amidst the shadows. His broad frame seemed even larger beneath the glow of the moon, but his expression was soft. Patient. He offered you a small smile, and without a word, you both began to walk.
In the back of your mind, you worried, but you pushed those thoughts aside. She would be alright on her own for a while longer. She was likely asleep by now anyway.
The night was calm, and the streets of Baldurâs Gate were quieter at this hour. Only the occasional murmur of drunkards stumbling home or the distant clatter of hooves disturbed the peace. Your footsteps fell into an easy rhythm, and for a while, neither of you spoke. The silence wasnât uncomfortable---it felt like a release after the constant noise of the tavern. You found yourself stealing glances at the elf beside you, watching how the moonlight caught in his hair and softened the hard lines of his face.
After a while, Halsin broke the silence, his voice a low rumble that blended with the night air. âI can see why youâd want to escape from all of that,â he said. âThe noise⌠the attention.â
You nodded, letting out a soft sigh. âItâs exhausting,â you admitted quietly. âThey think itâs all fun and games. And maybe sometimes it is, but most of the time⌠I feel like Iâm wearing a mask for the performanceâs sake.â
Halsin glanced at you, his gaze thoughtful. âA mask?â He knew of course what you meant, but it felt like an invitation to speak of your troubles to someone who just wanted to lend an ear.
You gave him a small, wry smile. âTo keep them at bay. To keep myself from⌠I donât know. Feeling too much. Letting it get to me.â You kicked at a loose pebble in your path, watching it skitter ahead of you. âIt pays well, but Iâd give almost anything to get out of that place.â
He nodded, his understanding evident in the way he listened without judgment. âAnd yet you stay. For someone else, no doubt.â
You hesitated, then nodded. âMy sister. Sheâs younger, and Iâm all she has. This job is what keeps food on the table and a roof over our heads.â You laughed softly, but the sound lacked humor. âNot much choice in that, I suppose.â
Halsinâs eyes softened. âYou care for her deeply,â he said softly. âIt takes strength to carry such a burden. I understand what itâs like to protect someone.â
The empathy in his voice surprised you, but it shouldnât have. âDo you?â You asked, curiosity piqued.
He paused, as though contemplating how to share what was on his mind. âOnce, long ago, I fought on the front lines against an evil that plagued Reithwin. I was friends with a young fey boy who relied on the lands to survive just as they did him. We failed that battle, and the land was plunged into darkness.â
âThe Shadow Cursed lands,â you said thoughtfully. âIâve heard of the horrors that used to roam there.â
He nodded solemnly. âIt took a century, but I found myself aiding a group of adventurers that had to pass through there. The evil they fought had turned out to be the very same man who had cursed the lands all those years ago. With their help, we relinquished the curse and brought light back to Reithwin. The fey boy, Thaniel, nearly hadnât survived. The world is not kind to those who cannot defend themselves.â
There was a weight to his words, one that mirrored something deep inside you. âIâm sorry,â you said softly, your earlier lightheartedness slipping away. âYou say you lost the battle. It sounds like you lost much more than that.â
âWe all lose, in time,â Halsin said gently. âBut Iâve found that with loss, there comes clarity. And with clarity, a chance to rebuild.â He glanced at you, his gaze intense, but warm. âYou, too, have that strength. I see it.â
His words struck a chord in you. The way he looked at you---not with hunger or desire like so many others, but with genuine respect---made something inside you stir. Youâd spent so long being admired for your beauty, your charm, but here was someone who saw deeper. Who understood.
You walked in silence for a while longer, the path beneath your feet turning from cobblestones to a dirt trail leading toward the outskirts of the city. The sounds of nature began to replace the distant chatter of the city---the rustling of leaves, the quiet hum of insects, the occasional hoot of an owl. The moon hung low in the sky, casting everything in a soft, silvery light.
Eventually, the path led you into a small clearing surrounded by trees. The air was crisp and fresh, and the moonlight bathed the space in an ethereal glow. You stopped, turning to face him. âThis⌠this is nice,â you said softly, your voice barely over a whisper. âPeaceful.âÂ
In truth, you had no idea this was out here. Youâd been born and bred Baldurian and there was no reason for you to ever travel when everything you needed was right there in the midst of the city. Finding somewhere quiet in nature was often the last thing on your mind. But here, with him, it was at the forefront.
You glanced up at him, watching as his eyes took in the surroundings with a calm familiarity. His presence was grounding, and for the first time in a while, you felt like you could breathe without putting on a show.
âIt is,â Halsin replied, his voice a deep rumble in the quiet night. âSometimes, when the world is too loud, I seek places like this. It helps me remember what matters.â
âI hate the way they look at me,â you admit to him. âAs if Iâm something they have any right to. Something they own,â you spat.
His expression softened, and he stepped closer, his warmth enveloping you. âYouâre not,â he said firmly, his voice like a steady heartbeat. âYouâre more than what they see. More than they could ever understand.â
The sincerity in his words hit you hard, and before you could stop yourself, you stepped closer to him, your body craving the solace his presence offered. His hand found your cheek, rough but tender, and you leaned into the touch, your eyes fluttering closed.
âIâŚâ your voice was barely a whisper. You could feel the pull, the magnetism between you, a need for connection that went beyond words.
Halsinâs breath was warm against your skin as he leaned down, his forehead resting against yours. âI see you,â he whispered, his lips brushing the edge of your temple.
The space between you disappeared,and your lips met his in a soft, tentative kiss. His touch was patient, gentle, as though he were holding back a great storm for your sake. His other hand moved to your hip, holding you softly, not like something to own, but something to cherish. The kiss deepened, your lips parting to welcome the sweep of his broad tongue, and your heart raced in your chest. But just as your hands found his broad shoulders, a tremor of doubt ran through you.
âI⌠I canât,â you stammered, your fingers still curled in the fabric of his tunic. âI donât⌠Iâm not ready. Not yet. Itâs---â
Halsin brushed a thumb along your cheek, and you quieted. His eyes softened. âYou donât have to explain,â he said gently. âNot to me. You should never feel rushed. Iâve been alive for three hundred and fifty years, I can wait a bit longer.âÂ
You nodded, a mix of relief and guilt swirling inside you. âIâm sorryâŚâ
âThereâs nothing to be sorry for.â He stepped back and cool air rushed between you. The warmth of his presence was sorely missed. âWhen youâre ready.â
The intimacy hung in the air between you, a tether that hadnât snapped but was left suspended. You both turned, continuing the walk in silence, but the weight of what could have been lingered in your chest long after you returned to your apartment above the Elfsong.
Youâd been thinking about that night for days. The way Halsinâs presence had calmed you, the way his touch had stirred something inside of you that you hadnât felt in a long time. And now, with every passing day, you couldnât shake the feeling of regret. Why had you pulled away? Why hadnât you just allowed yourself that moment of connection?
Tonight, the tavern was rowdier than usual. Men sloshed their drinks, and the noise was deafening, but your mind was elsewhere. Your thoughts kept drifting back to him---to Halsin, and what could have been.
Things were harder since then it felt like. It was more difficult to pull on the mask, and even more difficult to pull it off when you were done performing. All of those clawing hands felt like they were gripping everywhere. Like they were trying to restrain you and pull you back in to keep you from feeling fulfilled. To keep you from having fun. To keep you from being free.
After your shift, you headed out into the night, the streets quieter now. The air was cool again, but this time it didnât bring the same sense of peace. You felt the weight of eyes on you---eyes that you had learned to ignore but never fully escape.
The alley was dark and narrow, the dim light of the tavern barely reaching the cobbled street as you stepped outside to catch a breath. The night had grown quieter, but you still felt the ghost of eyes on your skin, crawling and biting like the memories of lecherous hands from nights past.
You didnât hear him at first---the heavy footsteps that followed as you made your way down the alley, the stench of ale and filth drifting toward you on the wind. The faint clink of a bottle hitting the ground. Then, the voice---low, slurred, but unmistakably familiar.
âOi,â came the rough, rasping call. âWhere you off to in such a hurry?â
Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as you quickened your pace, the cold weight of dread settling in your stomach. You knew that voice. One of the drunkards from the tavern. His slurred words echoed in your mind, followed by the clumsy grad heâd attempted earlier in the night. Youâd laughed it off then, but now⌠Now you were alone.
A hand shot out from the shadows and grabbed your arm, yanking you back with brute force. You let out a sharp cry as your back hit the rough stone of the alley wall. The smell of alcohol and sweat overwhelmed you, and his breath, hot and rancid, fanned across your face.
âDidnât get a good enough look at you earlier,â he slurred, his voice thick with menace. âBut now⌠Iâve got you all to myself.â
Your blood ran cold, terror sinking its claws into your chest as his filthy hands grabbed at your waist, his body pressing you hard against the wall. The alley was too narrow, too dark. There was no way to scream loud enough, no way to escape the iron grip that pinned you in place.
You struggled, pushing at his chest, but it was like pushing against a brick wall. His hands roamed, pawing at your skin, tugging at the ties of your dress and corset, nearly tearing the thin material. Panic surged through you, your vision narrowing as rage and and fear tangled in your throat.
âLet go of me!â You snarled, but your voice wavered.
He laughed, the sound dark and predatory, like a wolf toying with its prey. âCome on now,â he taunted. âYou wanted this. All that dancing, all those smiles. Donât tell me you didnât enjoy the attention.â
Your mind screamed as you writhed against him, but his grip tightened. You could feel the anger rising, hotter and more dangerous than the fear when there was nothing you could do about it. It swelled in your chest like a damn about to break just as tears filled your eyes.
They would never know what it was like to dance in the fear that you did. Forever living in headlights, the hunted, the deer. You were only prey for the predators. Not the top of the food chain, but certainly higher on it than you were.
Whore, mother, sister, slut.
Nurse, sinner, virgin, bitch.
It didnât matter what title you had, you were seen by most men the same way.
Sex doll, slave, toy, cunt.
Your elbow connected with his ribs, hard enough to make him grunt, but he didnât release you. His hands scrambled for purchase, his grip brutal and unrelenting. He was stronger than you, even drunk. You kicked, you clawed, every inch of you thrumming with violent desperation.
Your vision blurred with tears of frustration. Your mind was a blur of survival and sheer, primal rage. You clawed at the ground, searching for something---anything to fight with. But before you could find purchase, the drunkardâs grip tightened again. His weight pressed you down like a stone, and you felt your body beginning to numb from the terror, the suffocation.
Then, just as your world began to shrink to the horror of his hands on your body---
A deep, thunderous roar split the night.
Halsin.
In an instant, the weight was gone. The drunkard was torn off of you as if he were nothing more than a rag doll. You gasped for air, rolling onto your back just in time to see the massive druid towering over the man, his broad chest heaving with fury.
âYou dare lay a hand on her?â Halsinâs voice was low, dangerous---like a storm about to break. His eyes glowed with barely restrained rage as he looked down at the man crumpled at his feet.
The drunkard groaned, scrambling back, but Halsin was quicker. His hand shot out, grabbing the man by the throat and lifting him effortlessly into the air. The manâs feet kicked helplessly as Halsin held him aloft, his grip tightening with every second.
âYou will never touch her---or any other---again.â Halsinâs voice was a growl, primal and unyielding.
For a brief, terrible moment, you thought he might snap the manâs neck right there. But instead, Halsin threw him to the ground with a sickening thud. The drunkard lay there gasping, clutching his throat, eyes open wide with fear.
Halsin took a step forward, looming over him. âRun,â he commanded, his voice deadly calm. âRun before I change my mind.â
The man didnât need to be told twice. He scrambled to his feet, stumbling and tripping over himself as he fled down the alley disappearing into the night.
Your body shook as the adrenaline slowly drained from you. You sat up, your breath coming in ragged gasps, trying to gather your wits. The fear, the rage---it still clung to your skin like a second layer of filth. On top of the first layer which you felt you would never wash off. All the places where he had touched you burned on your skin.
But then Halsin was at your side, his expression softening as he knelt before you. His hands were gentle now as they brushed the dirt from your arms, his gaze filled with concern.
âAre you hurt?â he asked, his voice low, soothing.
You shook your head, your throat too tight to speak. Your heart still pounded in your chest, but you felt⌠safe. His presence was like a balm, the rage that had once twisted his features now replaced by an almost unbearable tenderness.
âYouâre safe now,â he whispered, his large hand cupping your cheek, brushing away a stray tear. His thumb traced a soft line across your skin, grounding you in the present, reminding you that you were no longer alone.
Tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes again, this time from relief rather than fear. You had been so close to breaking, to losing yourself, but now here he was---strong, unyielding, and yet so impossibly gentle.
You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as you finally allowed yourself to feel the weight of what had just happened. He pulled you close, wrapping you in his arms. The alley was quiet now, the only sound the faint rustle of the night wind and your own uneven breaths,
You leaned into him, your face buried against his chest, listening to the rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear. It was steady, like the forest after a storm. His scent---earthy, like pine and damp leaves---calmed the last of your trembling nerves. For a moment, it was all you could do---just breathe and be held.
Finally, you pulled back slightly, your hands still resting against his broad chest. His eyes, normally so warm, were now shaded with worry. Halsinâs hand brushed the side of your face, tucking a stray lock behind your ear. âI should have been here sooner,â he murmured, his voice thick with regret. âI should have protected you.â
You shook your head, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall again. âYou did,â you whispered, your voice hoarse. âYou saved me.â
For a long moment, he said nothing, just watching you with an intensity that made your chest tighten. His hand moved to your shoulder, the touch gentle, as if he feared you might break beneath it.
âYou are so much stronger than you know,â he said softly, his thumb grazing the curve of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. âBut you should never have had to fight alone.â
His words hung heavy in the air between you, and for the first time, the full weight of what had happened hit you. The fear, the rage, the helplessness---it all came crashing down. You tried to swallow it back, tried to keep it together, but it was too much.
Your breath hitched, and before you could stop it, a sob tore from your throat. You turned your face away, embarrassed, but Halsin was already there, his arms tightening around you, pulling you back into the safety of his embrace. âItâs alright,â he whispered against your hair. âLet it out.â
And so, you did.
The sobs came hard, each one ripping through you as the shock and terror of the attack poured out in a flood of tears. Halsin held you through it all, his large hand stroking soothing circles on your back, his presence a solid anchor in the storm.
âYou remind me of a willow tree,â Halsin said, his deep voice cutting through the noise in your mind. âStrong, but flexible. A willow bends in the fiercest storms to withstand it but never breaks. It sways with the wind, rooted deeply in the earth, steady and enduring. You are like that---resilient. Even when the world presses against you, you bend, you adapt. But your roots remain strong.â
His thumb brushed over your cheeks, wiping your tears gently. His voice was quiet, but filled with warmth. You found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from him as he speaks, your mind stilling to his gentle tone.
âAnd yet, like the willow, there is a softness to you, a grace. The way you move, the way you face lifeâs challenges with quiet strength⌠it reminds me of the branches that gently sweep the ground, giving shelter and peace to those who need it.â
He paused, his eyes meeting yours as he gathered you against his chest, cradling you like a mere babe.
âBut you are also like the forest,â he continued, his tone shifting as though he were speaking of something sacred. Perhaps it was sacred to him. Perhaps you were sacred. âVast, full of life, ever-changing.â He said, standing with you as though you weighed nothing. âThere is a wildness to you. Something untamed and beautiful. The forest does not seek to control or be controlled; it simply exists in harmony with itself, with all its seasons and cycles. Like the forest, you have a depth that cannot be easily understood---mysteries, strength, and a wild spirit that draws others in. You are captivating.â
He pressed his forehead to yours, green eyes filled with sincerity. âIn the forest, there is peace, but there is also power. You hold both within you. Like the trees that grow tall and proud, and the earth that nourishes all, you are a source of strength for others, even when you donât see it.â His voice was barely over a whisper. This was meant for your ears only, to soothe your mind alone. âAnd like the forest, you are ever-growing. You change with the seasons of your life, becoming something new, something more, while still holding the essence of who you are.â
Halsinâs gaze lingered on you, as if he saw not just your present self, but the many versions of you that had come before and those still to come. âYou are the willow---graceful, strong. And you are the forest---wild, deep, and full of life. Both are beautiful, in their own ways, just as you are,â he said softly. âYou are far more complex than the drunks of this city like to think, and more beautiful than the sun filtering through autumn leaves.â
You heard everything he told you and everything he didnât. You heard him say that you were worth more than just your beauty and your body. You were worth more than what they made you out to be. And you knew now. You knew he could see you for what you truly were. For what you always had been.
Gradually, your tears subside, and you squeeze his shoulder, moving so he can set you on your feet, though you keep a hand in the crook of his elbow.
âWould you like me to take you home?â He asked. âOr somewhere else, perhaps?â
You thought about returning to the Elfsong. You thought about the noise and the people and the constant hum that filled your mind when you were there. Always double checking if the door was locked, making sure the windows were shut and locked, making sure no one was hiding in the dark spaces of the room to hurt you.
But then you thought about someone else. âMy sister---â
âI sent Jaheira to check on her. Sheâs staying with her and her children tonight,â Halsin said. âSheâs safe, donât worry.â You almost cried again, just at the notion that someone had cared enough about you not only to protect you, but to protect someone you cherished by extension. He mustâve seen it in your smile or your eyes because he just smiled softly at you, a quiet assurance that things would be okay.
âI donât have anywhere else to go,â You told him honestly. âMy only other option is my parents in the upper city andâŚâ you scoffed. âTheyâre about as likely to help as the man who did the hurting.â
Halsin was silent for a moment, his mouth drawn into a thin line. He wished he had done worse to that man. âI have somewhere you can stay. Tav and Astarion own a house in the upper city, we can stay there. Youâll be safe.â
âThe woman who saved the city?â Your eyes went wide. âI couldnât possibly impose on them.â
âYou can, and you will,â he said, tone gentle but leaving no room for argument.Â
Halsinâs hand rested lightly on the small of your back as he guided you through the city gates. âCome,â he murmured, his warmth steady beside you. âLetâs get you somewhere quiet. Youâll feel better once weâre away from all this.â
The two of you walked through the dim, cobbled streets of the Upper City. The night was cool, the stars above shimmering faintly through wisps of clouds. The silence stretched between you, but it wasnât uncomfortable. With each step, the tension of the night began to loosen, like vines slowly unwinding from your heart.
The thought of staying with Tav and Astarion left you unsettled at first---two legends in their own right, people you'd only ever seen in passing. They had saved the city, but still, the idea of intruding on their space made you hesitant. Yet there was something about the way Halsin had said you will---firm, but not unkind---that reassured you. He wouldnât take you anywhere you didnât didnât belong.
When you arrived, Tav greeted you at the door, all warmth and open arms, as though she had expected you. âCome in, both of you,â she said with a smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes. âWe were just about to have dinner.â
Astarion leaned lazily against the doorway to the parlor, dressed in silk that shimmered like moonlight. He was definitely pretty, and you could see the appeal. He kept his eyes on Tav, swirling his wine glass. He looked serene as he watched her, body relaxed and a small smile on his face as he regarded his love.
You stepped inside, the warmth of the house wrapping around you like a blanket. The air smelled faintly of roasted meat and herbs, and a fire crackled in the hearth, filling the space with a cozy glow. It was a far cry from the Elfsong---quiet, safe, and comforting in a way that felt foreign to you.
âMake yourselves at home,â Tav said, waving a hand toward the dining room. âThereâs plenty to share.
âCome, sit with us,â Astarion added, his voice smooth as butter. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. âWe donât bite. Well, I donât---not tonight, at least.â
You managed a weak smile at the vampireâs teasing. Halsin guided you to a seat at the table, sitting beside you as Tav set an extra plate in front of you. The meal was simple but hearty---roast venison, roasted vegetables, and warm bread.
âYouâre welcome here for as long as you need,â Tav said softly, sitting across from you. Her words were earnest, her expression kind.Â
âThank you,â you managed a smile at her.
âOf course,â she said. âHalsin has spoken so much about you, itâs only right.â
You glanced over at him, the tips of his ears pink as he ate, ignoring the teasing stare from Tav. âHe has?â You blinked. You were surprised he had thought about you beyond that first night, but perhaps you shouldnât be.Â
âOf course,â she said. âHe had said he was going to invite you here this night, I am glad it worked out.â
Halsin cleared his throat, and you just stared at him. âNot exactly, TavâŚâ he said carefully. âOur dear Y/N narrowly escaped an attack tonight, I was lucky I got there in time.â
There was a time Astarion wouldnât have cared, and may have felt a bit smug that he wasnât the only one. Perhaps his time with Tav was helping him grow. He rested a hand over yours and squeezed gently. His skin was cold to the touch. âNo one deserves that. I know better than most. You are safe here,â he promised.
You could only nod. The knots in your stomach loosened a bit---enough for you to eat, and appreciate the meal being shared with you. Astarion, of course, didnât have any food in front of him, but he sipped his wine.
âSo,â Tav said. âHalsin says youâre a performer?â She asked, a knowing glint in her eye that told you she was changing the subject to alleviate some of your stress. âI can understand why, you must have the masses swooning at your feet.â
Your cheeks warmed. Something about Tav saying it changed the way it felt. Rather than the men grabbing after you, you had this woman appreciating your beauty. âOnly occasionally,â you told her. âMost of the time Iâm just a server.â
âAh, I see, so Halsin got lucky then,â she shot a teasing smile in his direction. He shook his head fondly, eating his roast rather than dignifying her with a response. âWell, I for one would love to come watch. What say you, Astarion?â
âOh, darling, you know Iâm always down for a show,â he flashed a grin, his sharp canines glinting in the light.
Your blush deepened, and you took another bite of your dinner. Halsin seemingly had it right, not to bother arguing with them. But you felt him nudge your side, as if to say I see you. âShe sells herself short,â Halsin said. âItâs far worth any amount of coin you can pay, and a shame you get nothing from it.â
You looked up at him. âI get tips,â you said quickly. âItâs not as though I gain nothing from it. Itâs how I met you, after all,â you smiled up at him.
Tav watched you thoughtfully. âDo you have any family in the city?â
âThat matters? Only my sister. My parents live around here in the upper city,â You told her. âThe (l/n)âs. We arenât particularly close.â
You saw Astarionâs face twist. âI know that name,â he was silent for a moment, as though trying to remember something. âThey had ties to the Szarr family, did they not?â
You saw Tavâs eyes go wide, and you looked between them. âThey did when I was young. Iâve not kept in touch with them after fleeing with my baby sister.â You watched Tav squeeze Astarionâs hand. His eyes went unfocused, the epitome of a thousand-yard stare. âIâm sorry, I didnât meant to cause upset--â
Astarion loosed a breath, chuckling without humor. âYou havenât dear.â Your gaze flicked around the room. âI havenât thought about that in a long time. You said you escaped? Good on you. So did I.â He raised his glass to you, draining the rest.
The dinner passed in a blur of conversation, though you mostly listened as Tav and Astarion spoke with Halsin. Their camaraderie was easy and familiar, filled with inside jokes as playful banter. It made you feel like a welcome guest rather than an intruder, and slowly, the tension in your shoulders began to ease.
When the meal was over, Astarion poured wine for everyone, his gaze flickering between you and Halsin with sly amusement. âI do love hosting surprise guests,â he said with a grin. âEspecially ones who bring such interesting company.â
Halsin gave a low chuckle but didnât rise to Astarionâs bait. Instead, he turned to you, his hand resting lightly on your back. âYouâre tired,â he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear. âLetâs get you to bed.â
You nodded, exhaustion settling over you like a heavy cloak. Halsin stood, gently guiding you to your feet, and Tav gave you a reassuring smile. âSleep well,â she said softly. âYouâll be safe here.â
Halsin led you up the stairs to one of the guest rooms. The bed was large and covered in soft blankets, a small window cracked open to let in the cool night breeze. It was the kind of room that invited rest, but when Halsin turned to leave, you caught his large hand in your own.
âStay,â you whispered. The word came out softer than you intended, but it carried the weight of everything you couldnât quite say.
Halsinâs gaze searched yours for a moment, and then he nodded. He didnât ask any questions---he simply stayed.
He helped you out of your outer clothes, his hands gentle and deliberate, as if he understood how much care you needed right now. When you were down to your shift, he cupped your face gently, stroking his thumb over your cheek.
Something about his touch was the only thing keeping you grounded, keeping you sane. Slowly, as though waiting for you to change your mind, he sat on the edge of the bed, removing his boots as he looked at you.
You bit your lip in quiet contemplation as you watched him get comfortable in this space with you. You both were laid almost bare before the other, a show of silent trust. You stepped between his parted thighs, carefully cupping his cheeks and tilting his face up to you. His moss green eyes searched yours, and slowly he rested his hands on your hips.
You let the breath you were holding from your chest, eyes fluttering closed from the warmth of his palms against the thin fabric separating him from your skin. Somehow, you were closer to vulnerability than ever, and yet you knew you were completely safe here, with him.
You leaned down, lips a hairâs breadth from his, and you closed your eyes, pressing your forehead to his with a sigh. Halsinâs thumbs rubbed soothing circles against your hips. âYou donât have to do anything,â he reassured you softly.
But gods you wanted to. You wanted this. You wanted to make this choice. It was your choice, and it was one you regretted not making sooner. âI want to,â you whispered. âI want to replace their touch with yours.â
You felt his voice rumble in his chest as he spoke. âCome here, to me.â His hands trail reverently down the backs of your thighs, pulling you forward to straddle his lap, needing no further encouragement.
His hands returned to your hips as you pressed your lips to his softly. The kiss was slow and deliberate with a tenderness that made you ache. He kissed you as if every touch was a promise to erase the memories of all the hands that had hurt you beforeâreplacing those memories with thoughts of him; his scent, his touch, his warmth, it consumed you and you thanked him for it.
His hands began to map your body like the roots of a tree seaking the earthâgentle, insistent, and sure. Where others had taken, Halsin only gave, only cherished. His kisses were soft, coaxing you open, and his touch was reverent, as though you were something precious to him.
âYou are safe,â he whispered against your skin, his breath warm on your neck. âAnd I will keep you safe. No one will ever touch you again.â
His words settled deep in your bones, wrapping around the places where fear had taken root,soothing them with a steady warmth. His hands, still at your hips, were groundingâtangible proof that this moment was real. That he was real. That you had chosen this, and he would honor that choice without hesitation or expectation. The tenderness in his gaze was almost too much, and yet you craved more, needed more.
You shifted in his lap, sliding your arms around his neck as his hands roamed up your back. His touch was slow, reverent, as if each movement was deliberateâlike a druid tending to the forest, patient and loving. His fingertips traced the curve of your spine, a soothing pattern that made your breath hitch. There was nothing hurried in his exploration. No rush, no demand. Only the steady reassurance of his presence.
When you kissed him again, it was deeper, more intentional. The softness of his lips against your carried a weight that sent a shiver down your spine. This was not just a kissâit was a reclamation, an act ofhealing, a promise that what came next would be only what you desired. Halsinâs hand cradled the back of your neck, guiding you closer without ever forcing you. His other hand remained at your waist, anchoring you to him, letting you set the pace.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, drawing a low rumble of pleasure from deep in his chest. The sound vibrated through you, spreading warmth across your skin. His kisses trailed from your mouth to the curve of your jaw, then down your neck, each press of his lips a silent affirmation: I am here. You are safe. This is yours to take. Yours to have.
You tilted your head to give him better access, and his lips traced a path to the hollow of your throat. His breath ghosted over your skin, sending sparks down your spine, and you gasped softly, your body arching into him.
His hands slid beneath the hem of your shift, brushing along the sensitive skin of your thighs. His touch was gentle, as if he feared he might startle youâbut you leaned into him, silently urging him on. Halsin responded with a deep exhale, as though your trust was a gift he didnât take lightly. Slowly, his hands traveled upward, caressing the soft curve of your hips, his fingers splaying wide as if trying to memorize every inch of you.
âYou are beautiful,â he whispered, his voice low and reverent against your collarbone, as though the words themselves were sacred.
You shivered under his touch, every word, every kiss, unraveling the tension you had carried for so long. His hands reached the small of your back, pulling you closer, pressing you fully against him. The sensation of his solid frame beneath yours made you feel both protected and powerful, as though reclaiming something you hadnât realized youâd lost.
âI want to see all of you,â he murmured, his voice thick with affection, but not impatience. âIf youâll let me.â
A flutter of anticipation stirred in your chest, but there was no fear, only wantâwant for him, for this moment, for the peace his touch brought. You nodded, your heart pounding as you reached for the hem of your shift, drawing it slowly over your head.
Halsinâs breath hitched at the sight of you, but there was no savagery in his gazeâonly awe, as if you were a rare and precious thing. His hands followed the path his eyes traced. His touch was light and gentle despite the calluses on his warm hands. He was sure of his path as he caressed your bare skin. With every stroke of his fingers, you felt the ghosts of unwanted touches fade, replaced completely by this moment.
âI will care for you,â he whispered, his voice full of quiet devotion. âAnd I will never hurt you.â
Your chest tightened at his wordsânot from anything other than the overwhelming sense of safety they carried. You leaned down to kiss him again, your hands bracing on his broad shoulders, and he met you halfway, his lips soft and coaxing as your lips parted to his tongue. There was no rush, no urgency, only the slow unfolding of something deeperâsomething neither of you needed to name.
His hands roamed over your body, mapping every curve and dip with reverence. He treated you like something sacred, his touch steady and deliberate, as if he were tending to the delicate petals of a flower or coaxing life from the soil. And you bloomed above him, your skin tingling under his palms, your breath hitching with every kiss he pressed to your skin.
You shifted in his lap, the soft friction drawing a low, satisfied hum from Halsinâs chest. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements without controlling them, letting you find the rhythm that felt right for you. There was no expectation, only the slow, deliberate merging of your bodies and hearts.
The shift in his lap stirred a quiet groan from his lips, low and rumbling, the sound vibrating through your skin where your bodies touched. You leaned into him, relishing the way his hands tightened every so slightly on your hips, as if he needed this connection as much as you did. His hands against your skin were taut, not to control, but to anchor himself to you, as though you were the only thing tethering him to the ground. His lips parted against yours, and his breath came in warm, shallow waves, brushing your skin like a summer breeze stirring through the canopy.
You felt the warmth growing between your thighs, and your fingers slipped beneath the hem of his tunic. His body radiated heat, and he only pulled back to allow you to slip his shirt off. Your hands trailed his muscled chest and shoulders, nails scratching lightly at the hair on his chest.
His stomach was soft but you could feel the muscle beneath as he tensed with ragged breaths as you explored his body, mapping it in just the same way he had mapped yours. Your fingers trailed over his strong shoulders to the large biceps that were wrapped around you. It wasnât a cage, it was a blanket. It was a soft landing after all the nights you spent with knees against bricked roads.
"I want you," you breathed, shifting down against his lap. "I want all of you." It's both a plea and your consent. His hand trails up, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple experimentally. You moan, arching into his touch as his mouth savages your neck, licking, kissing, biting wherever he can.
âAnd you shall have me,â He murmured against your skin. He lowered his mouth to your other breast, swirling his tongue over your nipple and nipping lightly against the bud. You whined, pressing up against his mouth.
He teased you until your buds were red and raw, overly sensitive from his attention. Leaning back, he pulled you with him until his back was flush to the mattress. He watched you like you were his goddess and he was ready to worship you completely.
His hands trailed over your body reverently. When he held your waist, his thumbs nearly touched with how large his hands were compared to you. Your wide hips, though, were soft and the perfect grip for him as you ground down against him with a smile gracing your lips for the first time in days.
He groaned, hips bucking up into you as his head dropped back. âSilvanus preserve me,â he mumbled. If this is to be my end then so be it, he thought. âMo chridheâŚâ He squeezed your hips, fighting the urge to grind up into you. You watched his mossy green eyes flash golden before returning to their normal color.
You leaned over him, lifting up to untie the laces to his breeches. With his help, you pushed them down his thighs, feeling his thick length slap up against your ass. You smirked as he loosed a breath heavily feeling you grind back against him eagerly.
âIs this for me?â You tease, sliding your lips over his chest, pressing kisses and love bites where you can.
âAll of me is yours, mo chridhe. Every part,â he murmurs, voice thick with emotion and need. He had waited centuries to find the person who would so thoroughly complete him.
You smiled, leaning forward to press your lips to his, a kiss that was so soft compared to the heat of this moment. Reaching behind you, you guided his length to your core, gasping soundlessly as you lowered slightly. The stretch of him was much more than you were used to, and his eyes widened as you slid just past the tip.
Your thighs held you suspended as your mouth dropped open in a silent whine. âShh, little dove,â Halsin rubbed his large palms soothingly over your thighs. âI know. Easy,â he murmured, moving his hands back to your hips and back to your ass, squeezing to distract you from the sting of the stretch.
When your breathing had evened again, you made yourself drop all the way down, ass and thighs slapping against his hips. âHalsin,â you moaned, your eyes rolling back as your body adjusted to the intrusion.
Halsin let out a guttural moan, hands tightening on your hips. âGods. You feel⌠exquisite.â You managed to look at him to watch the green and gold in his eyes battling for dominance. His abdomen was tense and chest tight, as though holding back.
âTake me,â you tell him. âHave me. I am yours.â
âAre you sure, my dove?â He asked breathlessly. âI fear if I take control I will not⌠give what you deserve.â
âPlease,â you whimpered, shifting slightly with a moan as he reached the deepest parts of you. Halsinâs eyes went straight to the bulge in your lower abdomen where he rested, and he groaned.
With a smooth motion, not disconnecting the two of you, Halsin flips you onto your back, holding himself over you with one hand beside your head. âYou are beautiful,â he muttered, free hand trailing over your body.
Slowly, he began to thrust, the drag of his cock numbing your mind to any thoughts but those of him and this moment. âFuck, Halsin,â you moaned. His thrusts werenât fast, but they were hard and deep, hitting every sensitive spot in you.
You threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and the feeling of being so completely taken was both terrifying and exhilarating. But with Halsin, you knew you were safe. His hands roamed over your body, his touch gentle but firm, guiding you through the sensations.
As he thrust deeper, you arched your back, meeting him stroke for stroke. The friction between your bodies was almost unbearable, but you welcomed it, needing the release it promised. Halsin's breathing grew ragged, his muscles tense beneath your nails. You could feel him tensing, and with a gasp, he ground his hips into you one last time. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he thrust deeply, hips snapping as he emptied himself into you. His body shudders as he lets out a long, satisfied groan, his eyes locked onto yours. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as he collapses on top of you, their hearts beating in sync.
"Halsin," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. His weight was a comfort, his warmth seeping into you. You closed your eyes, letting the feelings wash over you. This was more than just sexâthis was a connection, a bond forged in passion and trust. And in this moment, you knew that you were finally whole.
His eyes met yours, and a smirk fell over his lips as he started trailing kisses down your chest, down your stomach, biting your thighs, as he settled his lips around your clit and sucked.
Your voice broke as you moaned, back arching up off the mattress. âOhââ Your mouth fell open as your hands tangled in his hair. You couldnât decide whether you were trying to pull him closer or push him away.
You felt his tongue swipe through your folds, and he moaned, tasting both your essence and his, and by the gods if it wasnât the best meal heâd ever had. "Fuck," you hissed, feeling the pleasure build up inside you. Halsin's tongue and lips worked in tandem, driving you wild with each flick and suck. Your hips bucked up against him, seeking more contact, more of that incredible sensation.
You could feel your body tense, every muscle coiled tight. "Halsin," you gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders. And then, with a cry that echoed off the trees, you shattered. Waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you panting and weak as you came down from the high.
Halsin kissed his way back up your body, his green eyes full of love and satisfaction. He pressed his lips to yours, tasting your warmth mixed with his own. "My heart," he murmured, trailing his fingers down your side.
You sighed, curling into him. The world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you in this perfect moment. You knew this was just the beginning, but for now, you were content to bask in the afterglow of your union.
He pulled you against his warm body, cradling you like a babe as he rubbed your back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âWorry no more, mo chridhe, I have you.â
âWhat does that mean?â You asked sleepily. âYou said it more than once.â
âMy heart,â he answered. âFor that is what you are and what you hold,â he told you.
You only hummed in response, nuzzling your face into his chest. âWill I see you again?â You were not a fan of asking the hard questions, for you always feared it would end with your heart broken.
âAs long as you wish it, I will be here. I have responsibilities in Reithwin, but I promise to visit often,â he squeezed your hip lightly. âPush those worries from your mind and rest. It has been a long day and a longer night. Sleep, little doe. I will be here when you wake.â
You didnât need any more encouragement to fall into a peaceful slumber.
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A/N: This was so freeing to write and just enjoy while I'm trying to cope with life. I canât believe it took me a literal month.
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NEVER SAY NEVER. [ 001 ] over my dead body.
synopsis. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of... interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone. pairing. college students! vampires! ot8! ateez x fem! reader. genre. fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, vampire au. chapter warnings. suggestive comments, swearing, wooyoung being an annoying piece of shit. word count. 1.1k
ăăăăăăăăchapter i // chapter ii
"The groups have already been decided and the list can be found on the bulletin outside. See you all next week." And with that, your professor walked out of the studio and left your classmates scrambling to get out of class and find the list.
All things considered, your day could have been worse. Yes, you'd gone to bed at 5 am and woken up at 7 to your housemate blasting music in the bathroom as she showered. Though, that was a daily occurrence, being mad over it just didn't make sense anymore. Yes, when you got into the shower and turned on the water without paying attention to the heat dial, you pretty much burned off your skin. Yes, on the way to the art department you had dropped one of the paintings you've been working on for over a month, getting mud all over the bottom half of the artwork.
But, nevertheless, it could've been a lot worse.
As you gathered the used paintbrushes next to your easel, you thought about who could be your partner for this collaborative project with the dance majors. Professor Yun just spent about ten minutes informing you and your peers that the art majors were to pair up with a dance major to create an artwork. The specificsâsuch as whether it'll be a painting or collage or other mediaâwere completely up to the students.
You holstered your bag on your shoulder, finally leaving the art studio to see who you were paired with. Maybe it'll be Suncha, possibly the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen. You could definitely see yourself working with her. She moved with grace and would probably be the best subject you could ever wish for. Maybe Daehyunâyou'd always found his face and body aesthetically pleasing.
The crowd in front of the bullet slowly dissipated and people found their partners in the crowd, already making conversation and talking about the project. With a slight sense of dread but a pinch of anticipation, you stepped up to the list and scanned it, quickly finding your name next to-
Oh you've got to be kidding me.
Nevermind, this was definitely one of the worst days you'd ever experienced. Because right next to your name, stood a name associated with one of the eight most sought-after men on your campus.
Jung Wooyoung.
They'd never done anything to you personally, but you just weren't a fan of the way they'd go from girl to girl without being ashamed or being called out. Granted, you weren't sure if all eight of them behaved like that (though this particular Jung Wooyoung did), you still disliked them (except for one of them, but you'd never admit that). Maybe it was how they were practically handed everything they needed at any given moment on a silver tray. Or how ridiculously good looking they were. Either way, something about them just felt... off.
An arm being slung over your shoulder broke you out of your thoughts of just ending your life right then and there. Without even looking at the person, you already had a suspicion of who it could be.
"Hey there, partner," He stepped in front of you, hand lingering on your shoulder for a second longer than you'd like. A mischievous smile graced his features, "I don't think I've ever talked to you. What's your name, pretty?"
"It's on the paper right behind you." You deadpanned, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.
For a second, Wooyoung's eyes hardened before that playful glint returned. "I know, but I'd like to hear you say it. After all, I don't want to be pronouncing it wrong."
With a sigh, you gave him your name and he repeated it, testing the sound of it on his tongue. Seemingly satisfied, he returned to your side with a hum and once again slung his arm over your shoulders, steering you toward the exit of the arts department and practically dragging you with him.
Along the way, you passed multiple clusters of girls and boys, some of them watching Wooyoung with admiration and lust in their eyes while others simply glared at you out of jealousy. Feeling their stares, your head turned to the ground and you screwed your eyes shut, wishing it was Daehyun dragging you. Not this painfully pretty, charming man that you couldn't stand.
"So," Wooyoung startedâthough he never really stopped talking, "I was thinking, if you don't have any courses or stuff for the rest of the day, you can come over to my place and we can start working on whatever it is we have to do."
"I told my roommate I'd be back early to clean our apartment."
"Oh, then I can come with you, help you and then you can come to my place."
"Why not just do it at my place?"
"That's fine, too. Maybe you can show me to your bedroom?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and you had to hold back the urge to smack him right then and there.
"Over my dead body."
"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not really into necrophilia."
It was then that you noticed you were walking towards the campus' parking lot. You stopped in your tracks and waited for Wooyoung to turn.
"Ok, first of all, what the fuck. But I guess I'm glad that's not your thing. Second, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?"
He blinked. Once, twice. "I'm taking you to my car...?"
"Why?"
"To take you to my place so we can work?" He looked behind him and then back to you, his dark hair bouncing around and revealing the bleached layers underneath.
"But I have stuff to do." You crossed your arms over your chest, shifting your weight to your right leg as you looked up at him. He wasn't that much taller, but because of his proximity, it was hard to look him in the eyes without craning your neck just a bit.
A chuckle (though it sounded more like a giggle) escaped him. "The dishes and vacuum can wait. I'm only available for the next two hours, after that you're free to do whatever you want."
You took a second to mull things over before dropping your head and groaning. "Fine butâ"
"Great!" Wooyoung grabbed your hand and resumed pulling you across the parking lot. "Let's get going, maybe the food Seonghwa-hyung made will still be warm when we get there andâ"
"Wait!" You tugged on the hand that held yours harshly, making him stop to look back at you with a raised brow. "But... no funny business. Please."
He let out another high pitched laugh. "Oh, YN, my dearest darling YN, I don't plan on doing anything like that with you. Today, at least. Though if you'd like-"
"No!" You extended a hand to stop him from finishing that sentence, cheeks blushing dark crimson. "Please just- just lead the way."
That specific mischievous grin returned to his face as he whipped around and practically skipped to his black Mercedes with tinted windows. You didn't stop to appreciate the car, getting into the passengers seat and strapping the seatbelt on.
ăă[ lilo's notes ... ] hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter!! any guess as to who the ateez member is that YN likes more than the others? hint: it's not wooyoung. also, i'm basing each of the mebers' looks off of different eras. in case you couldn't tell, we will be dealing with oreo wooyoung here.
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It's Showtime!
After the events of yet another, scary adventure, the group wakes up the next day to see- wait... Caine? Hellooo? You there?
Caine is gone, and the day remains without an adventure. This isn't like him. Pomni sets out to find him while the others kick back and enjoy life without the annoying pair of dentures.
Pomni's now... Worried. Extremely worried. Her head begins to spiral... But she soon finds Caine... Sleeping? He can sleep now? And why on the floor-
A message pops over his head.
"Low Power. Charge in Progress."
After a whole day of running... Maybe she could use a nap too...
The two settle down for a nice cuddle.
- đŞż
SLEEP MODE
A SHOWTIME ONESHOT
WARNING: none
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"WATCH OUT!" Ragatha called out to Pomni as she dodged the flying bouncy ball. The ball bounced and nearly hit the jester in the face, but she managed to suck just in time.
The ball ricocheted off of a wall and smacked Gangle in the face, breaking her comedy mask. "Ow..." She held her non-existent nose with a whimper. "I don't wanna play this game anymore."
"Too bad, Gangle! Caine is taking forever and I'm bored!" Jax tossed another extremely bouncy ball. It bounced wildly all over the open space, knocking Kinger over, and flew at Zooble.
Zooble held out their clawed hand, stopping the ball dead on the sharp tips. It's slowly deflated and flopped to the floor. "At least this is more entertaining than whatever Caine comes up with. I could watch you idiots knock each other around all day."
Pomni got up from the floor. "None of you find it weird that he hasn't shown up yet? I mean, it's kind of hard to tell how much time has passed but... it's felt like a lot."
Ragatha picked up a bouncy ball. "I'm sure It's nothing to worry about. He's never done this before, but Caine is always trying to surprise us with something new." She gives a forced laugh. "It's fine. Everything is fine. Right guys?"
No one answered her. This was a weird situation, but denial was the first course of action for many of them. Kinger sat up, his eyes rolling from getting hit. "Did someone say something about an insect collection?"
"No Kinger, but I did say HEADS UP!" Jax launched a ball at full speed at Ragatha. She brought her arms up, still holding her own ball, out of reflex. The two balls collided, sending Jax's back at him and slamming him in the face. Ragatha was pushed back, but not hard.
The ball bounced off of every wall at blinding speed. Pomni had enough and ran from the chaos as the others sought cover. She ran all the way out of the circus tent. Taking a deep breath of the "fresher" air, she looked around. Nothing seems different or out of place. The sky was still half day and half night, the digital lake was undisturbed, and the carnival played inviting music.
The sun and moon stared back down at her, but said nothing. She felt awkward so she walked around avoiding eye contact with the celestial bodies. "Caine..? Hey, Caine? You out here? Uh... Everyone's getting pretty antsy, and I- uh, we were just wondering if you're okay?"
With no answer, she walked a bit faster. "Caine!? Caaaaaine?? Ca-"
A snore caught her attention. She stopped in her tracks and listened. Another snore sounded from the digital tree next to her. "Caine?" She looked up, unable to see the top of the branches. Determined to see if it was him, she climbed. The fluffy green top of the tree felt oddly solid, she could grip it like an overfilled bean bag.
At the top, she found Caine lounging on his back. His teeth were closed and he cradled the back of his head with his hands. Cartoonish Z's lazily floated off of him. His chest rose and fell as though he were breathing.
Pomni scooted closer to him on her knees. "Caine?" She said softly, gently nudging him. A red loading bar of some kind popped up, it indicated something was low.
"Huh...guess even AIs need sleep." She looked at the circus tent where the others were still likely trying to end each other with bouncy balls. She didn't feel like going back to that. "Mind if I join you?"
She laid down next to him and closed her eyes. This was a rather nice napping spot. The tree was comfortable and the grounds were surprisingly peaceful when Caine wasn't blaring thematic music. She scooted herself just a little closer, feeling his relaxed weight press down the leaves on his side. There was a comfort to it.
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The bar reached green, making a light ding sound, and the Z's over Caine's head popped out of existence like balloons. Caine yawned and stretched. He hasn't had a recharge that nice in a while. He felt rested and ready to make another adventure!
Just as he was about to summon his cane, his hand touched an unexpected texture next to him. He startled and flew away a few feet, making all kinds of surprised garble. Seeing a still sleeping Pomni silenced him real quick.
He slowly flew back down to her, his eyes taking in her peaceful disposition. He's never seen her so relaxed. Resting down on the tree top again, he carefully reached out to tuck away the hair that fell in front of her face. "Wow..."
Maybe the next adventure could wait just a little longer. Pomni wasn't done recharging. He took off his tux coat and draped it over her. She couldn't be cold, but it felt like the thing to do.
Pomni stirred lightly, and he was afraid he accidentally woke her up, but she rolled into him and buried her face into his chest.
It took very ounce of willpower for him to not have an over-the-top reaction. He managed to keep it to a blush on the outside, but on the inside he was doing backflips amongst fireworks while singing Ode to Joy.
Caine snapped quietly and shooed the sun away. Humans preferred night, he'd been told. Nighttime ambiance played a soft symphony of crickets and frogs. He smiled and cuddled Pomni. This felt so nice. He hoped it would last. "Sleep well, my dear. I will wait for you."
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Hey! I love your writing and I was gonna ask about a request? If you're up to it, could you do an Adam x f!reader where reader sings in a band, and Adam goes to one of her shows? You can do whatever you want with the story (maybe even a little smutty if you want...đđ) ty!!đđđ
I Was In A Band
A/N: Requests are reopened!
Despite how many of Adamâs shows (Name) had been to, heâd never been to one of hers before. (Name) was both excited and nervous. There was a reason she never invited him. But when she and her band took the stage, and Adam stared up at her from the front of the crowd in complete admiration, (Name) was fully excited.
They began their set, and Adamâs first thought was that their bandsâ music was very different from each other. Immediately, the angsty tone had him knowing this was going to be very different from his metal shows.
The lyrics were much deeper than any heâd ever sung. They were beautifully written though. And (Name) sang them so beautifully.
He was pretty sure he fell in love with her even more than he already was.
When the show was over, they immediately sought one another out, but (Name) was stopped by a swarm of fans. As Adam watched the amount of young men who approached her, he realized how she must feel about his groupies. He didnât like it at all.
He identified the feeling as jealousy as he watched man after man throw themselves at (Name). But his jealousy was soothed when her eyes found his and she brushed everyone else aside to come to him. She placed her hands on his chest and beamed up at him. âWhat did you think?â
Adam thought she was amazing, but his first thought was showing her groupies that she was spoken for. So he picked her up and did just that, crushing his lips against hers.
(Name) was surprised but certainly not complaining, winding her arms around Adamâs neck and kissing him back. When Adam pulled back and put her down, he revelled in the jealous looks men and women alike were shooting him.
âYou were incredible,â he told her. âMy girl is so talented.â
(Name) blushed.
âCan we get out of here?â Adam asked as more fans tried to approach them. âOf course.â
Adam was unusually quiet on the way home. When they got there, (Name) questioned him about it. âIs something wrong? Did you not enjoy the show?â
Adam pinned her up against the wall abruptly. âThe show was amazing. I just didnât like to see all those angels who wanted to get in your pants.â (Name) opened her mouth to argue but Adam cut her off, pressing his lips against hers.
âShush,â he said when he pulled back. âIâm not accusing you of anything and I know itâs hypocritical considering my own groupies. It just made me want to remind you who you belong to.â His voice was low and husky.
(Name) grinned. âYeah?â
Adam groped her chest. âYeah. You should suck my dick and make me feel better.â
âWow, make me do the work after my own show,â (Name) tsked. âIâm sure any of my groupies would have jumped at the chance to give me head.â
Adam growled. âNo one eats pussy like me.â
âProve it.â
Adam threw (Name) over his shoulder in a blink, rushing up to their bedroom. He tossed (Name) on the bed, grabbing her legs and dragging her down until her ass was on the edge. He pulled her pants down and off, kneeling between her thighs after discarding the clothing on the floor.
He pressed a kiss to her clothed core, tongue poking at the wet patch that had already formed on her panties. Then he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and tugged them down, discarding them like her pants.
Once her bottom half was bare, Adam didnât give her a single minute to prepare, burying his head between her thighs and beginning to eat her out.
(Name) cried out as he licked up and down between her folds before beginning to fuck her with his tongue. He may be cocky, but he wasnât lying when he said no one ate pussy like he did. He always gave the best head of (Name)âs life.
He gripped her thighs, holding her legs apart while he ate her out like his last meal, saliva running down his chin. His tongue was long and (Name) moaned and squirmed while he fucked her with it.
âAdam!â (Name) cried. Adam pulled back for just a moment to speak. âYeah, that feel good, bitch? Remember, no one else can make you feel this good.â (Name) whined and Adam dove back in, sucking on her clit. Her hips bucked.
It didnât take very long for her to get close, thighs trembling. Adam continued a steady pace of licking up and down, sucking on her clit, and fucking her with his tongue. His hands reached up to play with her tits.
âFuck, Adam,â (Name) panted. Adam grinned, face wet with her juices and his own spit. âCum for me,â he demanded, before thrusting his tongue into her again. (Name) cried out, cumming on command. Adam fucked her through it with his tongue.
When (Name)âs body finally relaxed, Adam pulled back, rising to his feet. He wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve. âHow was that for head?â
(Name) giggled, fucked out. She made a grabby motion and Adam leaned over her, pressing his lips to hers. She could taste herself on him.
âBetter than any groupie could have possibly given.â
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Another Nuzi rant. Don't mind me
Spoilers, duh
Since I've already done a quick character study/nuzi rant from N's side. Here's one from Uzi's side!
This is probably gonna be just me repeating things people have already said... again. But I love Uzi. (Just like every other character in Murder Drones, honestly.) But Liam did a wonderful job of making an angsty, emo girl, borderline maniac that we know as Uzi. Her character, to me at least, never became the annoying overdramatized and overused stereotype that follows her style. She has real reasons for being the way she is.
A loner, whose dad loves nothing but doors. School is not different, as her classmates pretty much forget about her existence on a day to day basis. No one to talk to, no one to connect with, gives her the angsty side that I absolutely adore. Because underneath all of that toughness is just a lonely little drone who was left by herself since early age. But guess who comes in and busts down those walls (literally and figuratively)?
Our good boi N! Despite their rough start, N never really gave Uzi a reason not to trust him. Their chance encounter, and a broken sensor, allowed them to have the talk that might have never happened. Their beginning might have been a lucky accident, but for the rest of the season, we can see how both sides had to work to make well... Nuzi work!
For Uzi, asking for help is like asking for a death sentence probably. After being on her own for so long, she doesn't expect anyone to help. With that information in mind, the first time she let's that wall crumble was episode 2, Heartbeat.
"Uzi, shoot! Or give it to me!"
Granted, we all know that was not our N. But in that moment, when Uzi was in an enough distressed state, she sought help in N. We all know how that ended, though. Absolute Solver took advantage of that and almost killed her, before N once again sweeped in to save her. The one and only notorious Nuzi misunderstanding was, for better or for worse, cleared up pretty quickly. Seeing as glitchproduction only has so much money at their disposal, they can't really drag this ordeal out. Personally, I'm glad that it didn't. The long drama that is just a misunderstanding after misunderstanding gets quite tedious to follow.
So, moving forward in The Promening, Uzi once again seeks out N when she's in distress. When she sees and hears about what Doll and Lizzy were gonna do, she books it to the only person she knows can help her.
N! Now don't get me wrong. Uzi, by herself is plenty strong. She's shown off her fighting and capabilities, and would have probably been able to take V on. She's taken J down before, aaaand Uzi does technically also take V down in Cabin Fever. But she still went out of her way to go find N. So they could work together and get this mess sorted out.
And then there's this. God I love Cabin Fever, and surprisingly no, not for the Falling.... for you? scene. No, I loved the entire Uzi going on murder spree because she can! The music was such a banger too. But back to Uzi. She recognizes V and briefly snaps back to her usual self. Curious isn't it? N and Uzi both tried reaching out to V, but because V is so untrusting (and we all understand why from ep 5, Home). Here Uzi tried to ask V for help... in form of N.
I find it interesting how ever since Uzi met N and V, she's been getting better at asking for help. Sure, V shot her down because, once again, V was scared. Uzi was turning into the monster that only Cyn has been capable of creating. This soon leads to N yeeting Uzi into the f*cking stratosphere and the two have a chat.
I love how the animators included Uzi hiding behind her bat wings.
Her metaphorical walls were back up. And guess who broke them yet again.
The bestest boi N! And ever since this moment, N and Uzi are way more open.
Episode 5 was taking place in N's memories. But episode 6 is where their trust and care shines. Yeah, sure, there was the hand holding. And it was a big moment! But I enjoyed the little things more. Uzi checking in on N, nodding at his little comments and jokes.
Summary: I love Nuzi. Send help they're on my mind 24/7.
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sixteen | l.dh [part i]
Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x reader
Themes: strangers to lovers, highschool! au, coming of age, lovers to exes, exes to lovers to ??, producer! donghyuck (very lightly explored), roommates! au but with a twist, second chance romance, slowburn, angst, fluff, romance, PG 15. (moodboards: i | ii)
Warnings: profanity, heavy ANGST, kissing, food, underage alcohol consumption and alcohol consumption in general, drug use, smoking (vaping, cigarettes and weed consumptions), crude humour, teenagers doing dumb shit as teenagers do, cheating, betrayal.
Word count: 21.6k
Summary:Â Youth is always accompanied with a fragile glimmer of hope, with you and Donghyuck viewing the world through the rosiest of glasses. But as the ephemeral days of teenage foolishness bleed into the harshness of adulthood, the rosy hue begins to diminish, and you learn that for some people, it just isnât meant to be.
Playlist: hereÂ
Notes from brooke: hello hi, it's been literally over a year since i posted a full length fic so view this one as something of a peace offering for my inacitivity. it fully started out as a joke drabble concept i thought of out of the blue one day but as i always do, i got carried away and here we are with another angst monster đ i wanted to post it as a oneshot but tumblr is a bitch as usual, so here's part one. there were a lot of complications with this fic, but i'm extremely proud of how it turned out and it took a lot of hard work and time to get done so i'm really fucking nervous to put this out there lmao but i hope you guys like it and if so please leave some feedback!! (format of this fic is heavily inspired by forever, interrupted by taylor jenkins reid)
âł read part ii here!!
prologue â then.
There was something enchanting about the boy with the headphones at the back of the class.
You didnât think you had seen him before today, which was noteworthy considering your town's excruciatingly small geography. The students in your class were the same ones you had gone to preschool with, and you hadnât seen a new face within the four yellowed walls of your classroom for all the sixteen years you had lived.
This begged the question - who was this foreign yet beguiling creature that took up one of the ever-sought-out back benches of the dull classroom you inhabited every day of the week? Moreover, you wondered how he had the audacity to have his listen to music while the class was in session.
âMiss L/n?â
Snapping your head back to the front, you bit the inside of your cheek to top yourself from visibly cringing at the shrill voice of your teacher, who was presently eyeing you with an extremely disapproving expression. Much to your displeasure, all eyes were on you within seconds of that unfortunate moment, making you wish you could sink further into the wooden seat you currently occupied.
âYes?â The moment the word left your mouth, you regretted it. Faking ignorance had never been your strong point, and it wasnât about to come through for you now.
âWould you like to tell me what you find so interesting at the back or answer the question I just asked?â
You desperately hoped no one could see the warmth infiltrating your cheeks as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, shaking your head as solemnly as possible.
âSorry Maâam.â
The teacher shook her head in retirement, as if she was used to picking on you, and moved on to picking on another student, leaving you to slouch in your seat and let out a sigh of relief. You had always hated being the centre of attention, especially in embarrassing situations such as this one, and recovering from them gracefullyâ just like your non-existent nonchalanceâ wasnât in your skillset either
You looked to your side at your classmate who delivered the answer with ease, looking frankly quite bored as she did so. It was the topper of the classâ Eunsookâ the girl that always seemed to be ahead of everyone else in every class possible. Her words blurred together as your eyes once again wandered to a certain stranger in the back.
Except for this time, he was looking right back at you.
This was somehow much worse than being put on the spot by your teacher, because this? This meant you had been caught on a much more personal level.Â
And then, as if to make things even worse, the side of his mouth quirked upwards in acknowledgement of you, and he brought a hand up to your view, waving it a little in your direction.
Positively horrified, you immediately looked away and made a mental note to never glance in his direction ever again, deciding that pretending to be paying attention in class was a good enough cover-up.Â
However, this proved to be quite the task, partly due to the fact that economics wasnât the most exciting subject, and because his face had been imprinted in your mind, from the intensity of his stare to the slightest of smiles that danced on his lips while he looked at you as if you had amused him in some way.
Your teacher's frown deepened upon seeing the interaction and she cleared her throat, giving you a pointed look.Â
Brilliant.Â
âMr Lee, please stand up.â
Oh thank god, it wasnât you this time. Maybe you had just been imagining her looking at you.
You heard the scraping of the chair legs against the wooden floors and glanced over in its direction, only to realise that it was him she had been called upon.
Well. At least this time you had a good reason to be staring.
It gave you the opportunity to truly take him in all at once, rather than in the pathetic little increments you had to previously resort to throughout the class, sneaking a peek here and there. You studied the boyâ dark brown hair that fell into his eyes, which currently wore a look of mild annoyance, striking features etched into his honeyed skin andâ
Oh.
He was really cute.Â
âWould you care to explain why you were distracting Miss L/n?â
Fuck. You had been naive to think that you would have been let off the hook so easily, especially by this particular teacher. If you had caught her attention for the wrong reason even once, you would be the one she put on the spot for the rest of the class, and this time you had the displeasure of being her guinea pig. The worst part about it was that it was absolutely your fault.
Once again, his line of sight travelled to you, before flickering back up at the oh-so-despised teacher and shaking his head.
âIt wonât happen again.â
His voice cut through the expectant silence of class and right through you, deep and with a certain patronising lilt to it. It was a stupid thought, but you thought that it suited him perfectly. A pretty voice to compliment a pretty face.Â
âIt better not,â the teacher warned sternly. âSince the opportunity has so conveniently arisen for us, I will now introduce you to the rest. Students, this is Donghyuck, and heâs new to the class.â
A pregnant pause hung in the air for a moment before she motioned for him to sit back down.Â
Just as she was about to resume her teaching, the bell rang and saved you from any further humiliation. The rustle of books closing and backpacks being unzipped carried through the room, and you joined in, collecting your things and getting to your feet in preparation to leave.Â
The light patter of footsteps closened in, followed by a voice. âHey.â
You looked up from arranging your books, fingers digging into the material of your bag when you realised it was him who had approached you in all his gloryâ this time up close. It also gave you the opportunity to take note of his outfit, a graphic shirt lazily tucked into jeans, and although it was nothing special, somehow the air he held made it seem a lot more special than it was.
Like something about him made the ordinary feel extraordinary.
âHello,â You managed to get out, putting a hold on that thought as you met his gaze for the third time. Immediately you regretted not having cleared your throat first, despising the hoarse undertone that accompanied the singular word you had uttered. You had hoped that your second impression would surpass the first, that being extremely unfavourable, but it seemed like the world was not on your side when it came to this boy.
This new, mysterious boy you had no right to be so oddly fixated on. A smile painted itself upon his mouth as he did a once over of you, causing you to feel as if the pale blue shirt you had worn that day was much too hot under the collar, and you had to resist the urge to reach up and unbutton the top to cool yourself down. You wished you could tie your hair up among other things, and tucked your hands behind your back, playing with the hair tie you always kept on your right wrist nervously, expelling some of that anxious energy that had invaded your body while keeping him in the dark about it.
âNice to meet you, Iâm Donghyuck.â His name sounded infinitely better when he pronounced it, its two syllables ringing in your ears. Nodding carelessly, you lifted your backpack off from the table and slung one strap over your shoulder.
âI heard.â
That answer earned you an expectant raise of his eyebrow.
Right. It seemed that the manners your mother had drilled into your very psyche had finally come to fruition as you realised he was waiting for you to introduce yourself back.
âIâm Y/n.â Your fingernails dug into the strap of your bag, the sweat accumulating in the palm of your hand brushing off against it. This position was one you had never been in before, nerves all over the place over an attractive stranger, but his unabashedness had unnerved you immensely, leaving you with no choice but to grasp for your words. âItâsâŚnice to meet you too.â
If the option of the ground opening up beneath your feet and swallowing you whole was available, you would have taken it without any hesitation. You detested the awkward pause you had inserted in the middle of your statement, it made you sound flighty and moronic, as if you couldnât put together basic conversation phrases.
He didnât seem to mind though, the slightest twitch of his lips being the only indication that he had noticed your scatterbrained stateâ an indication you had missed on your end.Â
âIâll see you around.â
And just like that, he sauntered off. You watched as his figure retreated through the doorway as you stood there, dumbfounded at the nature of the interaction. More importantly, a singular question lingered in your mind, the question of how he had managed to get away with using his headphones in class.
It would go unanswered.
i] now.
There was something so distinctly you about the woman that sat across Donghyuck.
He focused on the different items displayed on the menu he held in front of him, refraining from glancing at the woman for the third time in thirty seconds. He was supposed to have chosen what he wanted to order a solid five minutes ago, but his composure had been completely thrown off and decision fatigue was quickly setting in.
âIâll have the steak.â
Her name was Kim Yeonmi, twenty-four in age just like him and very pretty. An elegant dark blue dress donned her figure, her dark, wispy hair tied up into a bun with a few strands of hair let loose at the sides to effectively frame her face. Perhaps it was a little too much to have a first date at a fancy restaurant such as this, with its ostentatious ambience, but he wasnât too sure of how dating worked at all.Â
There was just one person he had experience with.
She looked like she was enjoying the extravagance though, bobbing her head to his choice as she gave the menu another once over. âJust give me another minute.â
He smiled politely. âTake as much time as you need.â
She looked nothing like you, but the way she muttered the names of each dish back to herself under her breath had thrown him back in time, reminding him of how you used to do the very same.Â
âIt makes it easier to choose when I say them out loudâ, you had explained one day to him. âThe one that sounds better is the one you pick.â
A foolproof strategy according to you, one you defended with all your might no matter how many times he teased you about it being ridiculous. He recalled the way youâd glare at him, hands resting low on your hips and an exasperated look on your face, the one he had grown so fond of. It was something heâd tease you about, how he loved the pissed-off look youâd give him even though he was the culprit for its showing pretty much every time.Â
He missed the dish Yeonmi finally settled on, snapped out of his thoughts and nodded, gesturing the waiter over to place the order. When it came to her order, he let her speak for herself, a good save.
He had to get his act together.Â
âSo,â he began, leaning back a little in his seat in an attempt to relax. âWhat do you do, Yeonmi?â
The woman took a sip of the wine that they had previously ordered before answering, âI work in finance.â
The information barely latched into his memory, an absent-minded nod from his end to make it look like he was genuinely listening. Like he wasnât observing the delicate messiness of her hairdoâ messiness that was clearly intentional, done for the illusion of being effortless. It reminded him of how your hair always seemed to be half out of your ponytail, but it shouldnât have, because that had never been intentional.Â
Donghyuck didnât like the way your memory haunted him so insistently at such an inconvenient time, and he didnât understand why it did either.
âIâm a music producer,â he informed her, a simper making a show on his face at the mention of his occupation. It was a thing of pride for him, the amount of work he had put in to say those words in the same sentence as the word âsuccessfulâ was astronomical, but it had all been worth it in the end. Music had been his life's blood ever since he was a child and the fact that he now was able to work with it every day and it was the reason he could take care of his mother meant the world to him.Â
New York baby, it made dreams flicker to life. The move he made at merely eighteen had been the best decision he had ever made.
It hadnât come without its sacrifices though. After all, no risk, no reward.
The food arrived, piping hot and delicious enough to act as an excuse for his distant demeanour. He was present enough to make light conversation, doing his best to store all the little bits of information about Yeonmi in the back of his mind on the off chance of this first date turning into a few more.Â
And maybe, hopefully, heâd be less of an ass about them. Maybe this could go somewhere.
The two walked out of the restaurant, Donghyuck holding the door open for her while she exited. A light pattering of pink dusted the woman's cheeks at his consistent shows of gentlemanliness, but it went wholly unnoticed by him, who refused to let her catch a cab from the busy streets of the city, and insisted he drop her back to her place of residence.
How could one not fall for Lee Donghyuck when he was just so charming even when he didnât intend to be?
Pop songs played at a low volume through the radio, the typical ones that played on a Friday evening to make the daily evening commute a little easier for those coming back from their workplaces, but heightened by the fact that the weekend was at large. The ride was a pleasant one, the music allowing the silences in conversation to be comfortable. Yeonmi snuck a shy glance at Donghyuck through the rearview mirror, noticing the way his long eyelashes framed his eyes that were focused on the road before them.Â
His fingers drummed on the steering wheel rhythmically, humming along the song that played as Yeonmi spoke about how she had been obsessed with that very one a few weeks ago. She seemed to be infinitely better at traversing the treacherous waters of conversation, seemingly not even noticing how withdrawn he seemed to be.Â
Her chattering also reminded him of you, though a little less interesting. It was a tad comical, how he had the audacity to compare every little thing about her to the one person he had pushed away.Â
âThatâs my apartment complex.â
He parked the car and got out of it, circled the vehicle to get on her side, and opened the door for her, causing a pleased smile to appear on Yeonmiâs face. Then, he walked her up to the lobby of the building, exchanging pleasantries and goodbyes with a muttering of a hopeful âsee you againâ thrown into the mix for good measure.Â
And with that, she was gone, and Donghyuck was alone once again. The sky was a dark blue, splattered with a few glimmering stars amidst its midnight canvas, the moon hiding behind the misty clouds. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers and let out a sigh he didnât know he had been holding in, shutting his eyes and counting slowly to ten.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
It had been eight years.
Eight years since he had let go of you, opened the palm of his hand and watched as yours slipped right through his fingers. Sometimes, he could still feel the ghost of your skin linger on his fingertips.Â
Eight years was a hell of a lot of time, and time was said to heal all wounds. Time should have let him focus on his date instead of thinking of you and the little habits you had that had burned themselves into his memory.Â
Time was a fucking liar.Â
It was pathetic really. He had managed to not think of you for six of those years, save for the occasional moments when he had had one too many drinks and the alcohol had scrounged up cherished moments of the two of you from the vault of his mind.Â
But he was completely and utterly sober right now, almost too sober, he thought, for the wine he had consumed earlier hadnât done much at all. The cold air nipped at the exposed skin of his face and face, grounding him to reality with its sudden harshness, another reminder that too much time had passed for him to be doing this. He had let go of the right to do so.Â
And yet, he found himself thinking of the only girl he had ever loved that windy Friday eve, her smiling face washed into the indigo skies.
The scent of a corporate office clung to your clothes, carrying itself with you as you inserted your keys into the lock of your door, twisted them, and pushed them open to reveal the solace of your apartment. You entered, slipped off your shoes and trudged into the living room where you flopped down on your couch, letting your muscles fully relax for the first time in eight hours.Â
âY/n? Are you home?â
Lifting your head limply, you let your eyelids flutter open to peek over the backrest of the sofa, only to be met with your roommate standing there in the doorway of the kitchen, a smile seemingly stuck onto her made-up face. âOh, it is you! How was work?â
You gave yourself a second to admire her handiwork from where you were sat (read: sprawled out), wishing you had the ability to do a perfect winged liner as she could.Â
âTiring,â you complained with a sigh, feeling as if your bones were going to disintegrate into dust any moment.
She tutted sympathetically, retreating back into the kitchen. You heard the water running for a few seconds, and then she emerged again, walking over to you and handing you a glass of water. âPoor thing.â
Kim Yeonmi had been your roommate for the last two years, ever since a mutual friend of yours put the two of you in contact when you had been searching for accommodation after college that fits your budget. She was a warm person, sweet and helpful whenever she could be, and the two of you had hit it off from the moment you moved in, the arrangement blossoming into a fruitful friendship for the both of you.Â
âBless you,â you took a sip of the water, straightening up your position to give her space beside you. She had even remembered to add a few ice cubes, the cool liquid revived your tired senses and cleared your mind.Â
She sat down, tucking her legs under herself as she reached out her hand, resting it on the top of your head and rubbing it comfortingly. You leaned into her touch, closed your eyes and savoured the quiet moment of solitudeâ the first one you have had today.
Then you opened your eyes and turned to her.
âSo how was it?â
A bashful smile decorates her crimson-painted lips as she averted her gaze from you in an attempt to hide the flush that was quickly making itself known on her face. She cleared her throat, answering in the most casual and non-committal way she could. âGood.â
You snickered at her response to your simple question, âSeems like it was more than just âgoodâ.â
âWellâŚ.â
Yeonmi sighed, leaning back into the cushions properly as she got comfortable and thats how you knew you had her.Â
âCome on, give me the details!â You disregarded your fatigue, slapping her arm playfully to convince her to spill. She laughed at your eagerness, a laugh that was laced with girlish merriment, and rubbed the back of her neck, the smile on her face not slipping from its place even once.Â
âIt was amazing,â she confessed, much to your delight. âGod, I donât think Iâve ever had such a great date.â
You had witnessed her stressing over this date of hers since yesterday and had caught glimpses of her nerves this morning before you left for work. To help ease those nerves, you had helped pick out her outfit, made sure to respond to every one of her manic texts to you between work and called her back during your break. You were overjoyed that it had gone well for her.
This was the first date she had gone on in an entire year after her last relationship had come to an end. It was a messy breakup, leaving you with an extremely shaken Yeonmi who, in her grief, had vowed to never love someone again. Thankfully, that phase was one she got over quickly, and you were proud of how she had managed to heal and put herself out there once again.
God knows you had tried and failed.
She began describing her evening, starting with how her extremely charming date had already been waiting at the restaurant they had agreed upon. She had met this man on a dating app- the name of which she refused to tell you unless it turned out to be more than just a dead end, and after a few weeks of talking, they had finally decided to go on a date, something she had been anticipating for a while now. You listened, squealing and giggling along with her at the appropriate times to reciprocate her evident excitement.Â
âAnd you know what was so cute?â She continued, talking a little faster now that she had warmed up and was in the thick of describing the date. âHe seemed a little distracted like he was just as nervous as I was about the entire thing, and that just put me to ease, you know? A suave guy is nice and all, and donât get me wrong, he was confident, but that slight nervousness showed me that he liked me as well.âÂ
Her gushing was endearing, and you nodded with a smile. âHe sounds perfect.â
âOh heâs an absolute dreamboat Y/n, seriously, I donât know where or how I managed to stumble upon him, but I must have done something good in my past life to deserve this.â
You placed your now empty glass on the little table next to the couch, settling in closer to her. âYou always do good, you had this good karma coming.â
âOh I forgot to tell you the best part,â She looked at you with a serious look on her face, but her eyes were practically twinkling. âHe likes Taylor Swift. He was singing along to her songs when he dropped me home.â
Your jaw dropped. âNow I know he really is perfect.â You grinned, the expression quickly morphing into a yawn as your exhaustion finally caught up to you again, and in good timing, considering she had finished talking about her date. She looked over at the clock and then back at you.Â
âYou should go to bed, youâve had a long day.â
You wholeheartedly agreed with this suggestion, stood up on your feet and stretched your arms out above your head. âYeah, I think Iâm gonna call it a night here.â Picking up your bag that had been strewn out across the floor, you walked to the doorway that led to your room, before turning around and facing her once again.Â
âHey, one last thing.â
She gazed up at you in the midst of removing her earrings and hummed in acknowledgement, âHmm?â
âWhatâs his name?â
âHuh?â
âYou never told me his name,â You shook your head in amusement. âI think you were too caught up in all your excitement.â For the past half an hour, she had just been referring to him in only pronouns, something you had just realised.Â
âOh,â her lips formed an âoâ shape in surprise at herself. âDonghyuck. His name is Lee Donghyuck.â
And just like that, your entire world fell apart.
It's funny how a simple name can knock the air out of your lungs.
That was an understatement. That nameâ his nameâ was anything but simple. The three syllables that constituted it stood for so much, things said and left unsaid, buried in the grave of your mind.
The unadulterated shock you felt at the name she uttered caused your already aching legs to feel even more unstable than they did, and your knees nearly gave out underneath you. You steadied yourself by leaning against the doorframe, a shaky breath escaping your lips as an emotion that you hadnât felt so strongly in a very long time ripped through you.Â
Despair.
No. No, it couldnât beâ
For a moment, you could almost see his eyes looking at you, one moment with such affection and the next with more sorrow than you could ever begin to describe. Iâm sorry.
âY/n?â
You gripped the doorframe, feeling as if the rug had been swept from right under your feet, and focused your eyes on Yeonmi on the couch, who was now staring at you in concern. âAre you okay?â
How many times had you lied while answering this question when it came to him? You had lost count, so there wouldnât be any harm in doing it once more. Sucking in a harsh gulp of air that hit the back of your throat, you forced a smile. âYep. Goodnight.â
You choked out the words, spun on your heel and stumbled to your door, grabbing and twisting the doorknob in haste, your entire body weight leaning on the door as it swung open. Practically tripping over your own feet, you shut it quickly, both hands fastened to the knob as you rested your forehead against the door, using it as support for your body that suddenly seemed several pounds heavier.
It had been eight years since you had heard another person say his name, the sound of it cutting through reality itself, digging into your skin and latching onto it. Perhaps that was the cause of excess weight that seemed to drag you down at the very moment.Â
Fuck.
You took a minute to wonder what God was sitting above and laughing at your sorry state.
Using the door behind your back as a guide, you slid down to the ground, pulling your knees closer to your chest and interlocking your fingers in front of them, forming your very own cocoon. You pathetically hoped that it would shield you from the torrent of your own emotions.
Rationally speaking, this was most definitely a coincidence. You were sure that there were several people around the world with the first name âDonghyuckâ and last name âLeeâ â after all, it was a pretty common last name to have. The chances of this guy, Yeonmiâs perfect dreamy date being your Donghyuck were extremely improbable.
Your Donghyuck. You almost laughed bitterly. He hadnât been your Donghyuck for a long, long time.Â
You didnât know if he had ever truly been yours to begin with.Â
Iâm so sorry, Y/n.
You closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing, only to snap them open immediately when the image of his eyes once again rippled through the forefront of your mind.
This was ridiculous, you knew, the extremity of your reaction was wholly uncalled for. It had been eight years and one would think you would have been better at controlling your emotions, especially when it came to something, someone, that was so heavily stuck in the past.
It turned out that you were also stuck in the past. The way your legs resembled those of a newborn giraffe a few minutes ago was enough proof of that.
A groan escaped you, one that was a mix of frustration and distress. You couldnât quite place the new ache that had emerged in your chest, a dull throb that felt icy cold, yet strangely familiar. You reasoned with yourself, your thoughts waging a silent war among each other as you laid out all the reasons why it couldnât and wouldnât be the man that lingered in your life like a poltergeist you didnât have the energy to exercise.Â
You could hear the soft padding of Yeonmi's footsteps outside your door as she made her way to her own room and the soft click of her lock as she retired for the night. Slowly, you let yourself relax and mentally gather all the strength you possessed right then to pick yourself up from the ground and carry yourself to your bed, the usually short walk feeling like a thousand steps away. The soft cotton sheets welcomed your weary body, alleviating the weight that currently sat upon your shoulders and providing you with some temporary relief.
It was late, and it never did anyone any good to think about things beyond their control in the intimidating silence of the night. Letting your eyes close for real this time, you turned onto your side and tried to quiet your mind.
But there was still a small part of you that thought back to then.
ii] then.
He liked cookies-and-cream flavoured ice cream.
You gripped the complimentary wooden spoon that came with the cup of ice cream you bought from the convenience store, staring at the slightly melted ice cream that you held with your other hand. Donghyuck was just about done with his, a triumphant smile creeping up on his face every time he glanced at you.
âI told you.â
âDonât gloat.â
âBut your reactions are so cute,â he teased, taking another spoonful of his ice cream. Your biology class had a pop quiz that day, and Donghyuck had tried to help you with an answer you werenât too sure about. However, his answer sounded even more incorrect than yours, and he made you promise to buy him ice cream if he ended up being correct. âI told you the right answer but no, you insisted you were right and lost the mark.â
The compliment stung a little, or perhaps that was just the summer heat prickling the back of your neck.
âIâm not affected by that,â you huffed, âIâm wondering why you chose such cheap ice cream of all the ones you could have. We just got it and mineâs already melting.â
He shrugged. âItâs not the ice cream that matters, just the fact that you had to buy it for me to symbolise me being right.â
âBut there's a Häagen-Dazs right down the street. Sakura and Chenle would have immediately made me buy them that.â Your protests and comparisons seemed to fall on deaf ears as he continued to enjoy his ice cream soup, leaving you to roll your eyes at his flippancy.Â
âI donât want to run you dry, now do I?â That surprised you, and it was apparent to him by the bewildered look in your now-wide eyes. Whenever you offered to pay for your other friends, they always jumped at the chance to exploit you to the best of their abilities, taking full advantage of the opportunity.
There truly wasnât anyone like Lee Donghyuck.Â
You werenât quite sure how the friendship between the two of you had blossomed, for it had been such a natural thing that it completely slipped you by. The occasional hello turned into walking in the hallways to classes together, texting each other and hanging out after school while eating cheap ice cream. It was just so easy with him, activities you would find boring with others were enjoyable in his presence.
It was unfathomable, how everything about him was so captivating. He carried himself with an effortless aura, as if unaware of how magnetic and goddamn beautiful he was because he truly was one of the most stunning people you had ever set your eyes upon in your short life. Oftentimes, you would catch yourself just admiring the gentle slope of his nose and rise of his cheekbones, and how his hair fell so perfectly.Â
And how could you forget his eyes, ones that you had the privilege of being under the gaze of, more so than others? His eyes were your favourite part of him, they left you mesmerised with their fiery intensity and simultaneous gentleness.Â
âYour ice cream has completely melted,â he pointed out, nudging your side lightly with his elbow, effectively snapping you out of your self-induced reverie. You looked at your cup, the realisation that you had been aimlessly stirring its contents hitting you.
âOh.â
âWhat were you daydreaming about now?â He asked, mirth lacing his voice as he looked on at you affectionately. Over the past few weeks that he had been growing closer to you in, he had started picking up on your little habits.
You bit the inside of your cheek, âNothing.â
âIf youâre going to lie, at least make it believable,â he cocked an eyebrow. âYou were staring at me weirdly.â
Warmth flooded your cheeks, you had been caught due to your carelessness, and yet you couldnât help but feel a little offended at his choice of words. âWeirdly?â
The edge to your voice gave away how you felt at that moment, and alarmed, Donghyuck shook his head, tossing the empty plastic cup in the recycle bin next to him. âNoâ well yesâ but not in a bad way! Good weird.â In truth, he liked taking up your attention, he would sit forever to dissect the flecks of gold that appeared in your eyes when the sun's rays fell into them, and the lingering emotion he couldnât quite explain.
âGood weird,â you repeated softly, looking away from him and letting that sink in. The apples of his cheeks were a light rosy shade now as he fidgeted, hoping he had successfully mitigated any possible insult he had accidentally bestowed upon you. He truly hadnât meant to, there wasnât an ounce of weirdness about the situation in the slightest, except for the muddled feeling that settled in the pit of his stomach when you looked at him like that.
âYouâre the weird one,â you deadpanned finally, and he shrugged in resignment, plucking the cup out of your hands, much to your displeasure, âHey, Iâm not doneââ
âThereâs no point in finishing this, itâs not ice cream anymore.â
It landed next to his cookies-and-cream cup in the bin, his matter-of-fact words flying into the wind. You didnât bother arguing, letting your hands fall limply to your sides as you looked at him again, noting how the orange glow of the sky crept through the strands of his hair, framing his head like he was a saint of some sort.Â
âIâll walk you home,â he stated, taking a few steps before stopping and turning around, waiting for you to join him. He was dependable and someone to trust, you thought briefly, biting back a smile at him. Donghyuck pushed down the fluster that was creeping up on him again.
The sunset over your little town, painting the sky in more brilliant colours as the two of you walked underneath it, knuckles silently brushing against each other as it faded to black.
Donghyuck walked into his house, a Taylor Swift song playing through the headphones that he currently had on. While he had been walking you home, the two of you had engaged in a lively conversation about the different musical artists you each enjoyed, which eventually spiralled into an entire monologue on your end about why you loved the aforementioned singer so much. He found the way you spoke so animatedly, your voice brimming with passion and insistence, extremely adorable, and clearly, you had excellent convincing abilities because there he was, listening to her.
He slipped off his shoes, placed them by the door and sighed. The hallway of his new house felt nothing like a home, but the feeling of unfamiliarity that came with it was all too customary for him.Â
âDonghyuck?â
His mother's lilting voice reached his ears from where she was, and he followed it. âIâm home.â
âOh good, good,â she came into view as he made his way into the kitchen, slipping the headphones around his neck and opening a cupboard to get himself a glass. âI was thinking we could watch a movie today. I donât have any work right now.âÂ
He poured himself some water, thinking over her offer. He knew her intentions were good, she just wanted to spend time with her son and his answer should have been a yes, but he shook his head anyway. âI have a lot of homework to finish.â
âOh.â She tried her best to disguise the disappointment that laced her voice for his sake, but he could hear it as clear as day. âAlright, Iâll call you when dinner is ready.â
He nodded, finished his water and walked upstairs to his room, taking two steps at a time to reach there as quickly as possible. Pushing the door open, he reached a hand out to the switchboard and then hesitated.
Donghyuck didnât know which switches corresponded with anything.Â
For some people, this was an inconvenience at best, but for him, it was a sentiment he was unfortunately very used to. A painful reminder of the unpredictability his life had always possessed. In his last house, he had just about figured out the pattern of which switches were for specific items, but now he was once again left feeling stranded.
And he couldnât help but blame his mother for it.Â
It was the same cycle playing out before him again, the move and the new town, the new faces that he knew would probably not mean much to him in a year when he found himself in a new place, thinking about how he wished that just once, he would be allowed to enjoy the trivial luxury of knowing the switches well enough.
One would think heâd be used to all the moving, but then again, he was just a teenager.Â
He also knew it wasnât truly his motherâs fault â she was simply doing what she needed to in order to support the both of them and being a single mother was no doubt hard on her â but Donghyuck was only sixteen. It was much easier to criticise and resent her than to try and understand for what seemed like the hundredth time. He had been so understanding for so long, that now even the concept of trying to be sympathetic sounded exhausting.Â
Every year heâd walk through life without caring much for anyone he came across. Friendships didnât mean anything to him for they were so fleeting, and the people who promised to stay in contact with him would stop calling and texting within two weeks of him moving. He had realised that letting himself get attached to someone was a waste of time and energy he didnât have anymore, and had slowly taught himself to isolate himself so that every move didnât hurt as much.
So why was it that for the first time in what felt like a long time, he felt a pinch in his heart when he thought about moving again?
And why was it your face flickering through his mind that seemed to cause it?Â
In complete and unadulterated truth, he had never felt such a pull towards someone as he did to you. It had always been so easy for him to keep people at a distance, but with you, he forgot about having to do that. If anything, he wanted to keep you as close as possible. You were something he hadnât accounted for.
He flicked the first switch on. The fan whirred to life.
Donghyuck would learn the pattern soon enough.Â
iii] now.
The days passed quickly as they usually did, you pushed any lingering doubts about the man Yeonmi was dating to the far periphery of your mind, burying yourself in your work. You were working towards a promotion you had had your eye on for a while now, and it was more important than anything else.Â
But it was hard not to notice the little things that had changed about Yeonmi, the way she smiled more and how youâd often catch her hiding a grin when she glanced at her phone. It was difficult to ignore how sheâd dress up and go on her dates, especially when she so often asked for your opinion and help, and you were forced to swallow your pride and assist her.
You were being idiotic, you knew, which was why you reminded yourself that this could not have been the boy you once knew.Â
You sighed, shutting your laptop and placing your hands on the edge of your desk, pushing yourself to your feet and stretching. It was technically your day off, but you were still swarmed with online meetings and a few dozen emails that you had to send out. Letting your hands fall, you pulled at the hair tie around your wrist and gathered your hair into a ponytail, walking away from your home desk and walking to your bed. Â
It was getting pretty late and Yeonmi still wasnât home. From what you knew, she had gone to a dinner party her date had invited her to, and she had warned you she would be late and to not stay up, but it was in your genes to worry. You wouldnât get sleep until you knew she was safe and at home in one piece anyway.Â
But you supposed shutting your eyes for a few minutes wouldnât hurt anyone.
Just as you were about to slip into a slumber, you heard the faintest clicking of the door to your apartment, and along with the unmistakable peal of Yeonmiâs laughter, it woke you up. Blinking rapidly, you forced yourself to leave the comfort of your linen sheets and get to your feet, rubbing your eyes in order to wake yourself up a little bit and grabbing the robe you hung behind your door to combat the slight chill that the midnight air possessed before making your way to the living room.Â
You flicked the switch on as you walked into the room, squinting in discomfort at the sudden shift of lighting, lips parting in surprise.
There at the doorway stood an extremely giggly Yeonmi, the smile on her face looking like it had been tattooed on her lips, an arm placed against the wall to make sure she didnât fall over, the other stuck in an attempt to take off one of her heels. When she failed and almost stumbled, another giggle left her, apparently unaware of the fact she was about to fall over.
Alarm rang through you as you took a panicked step forward, instinctively reaching out to try and catch her even though you werenât close enough to do so. âYeon-â
âI got youâ
You froze as an arm slipped around her waist, pulling her back to her previous position and steadying her, and while you were glad your roommateâs fate of faceplanting into the wooden flooring had been thwarted, it was the last thing on your mind.
The first was that voice.
You knew it like the back of your hand, and no matter long it had been, you would never forget it. Even if it had changed a little, a little deeper than it used to sound eight years ago, unfamiliar with the amount of time that had passed and yet so recognizable for you.
Faltering, you slowly shifted your line of sight up to catch a glimpse of the person, only for him to do the exact same thing, presumably as a response to you saying your roommate's name and it was like everything around you had paused just for this moment.
You knew those eyes.
Eyes that were currently filled with swirls of confusion and surprise, only to rapidly thaw into a horrified look of realisation, his arm around another girl that just happened to have been the very one you had to face every morning.
The world truly did have a cruel sense of humour. You stared back at him, unable to tear your vision away from him no matter what you did.
Lee Donghyuck, in the flesh after eight long years.
It was almost unsettling, how he looked the exact same he used to. Of course, there were differences, but they were all superficial in nature. His hair was cut slightly differently, no longer in the neater hairstyle he had kept as a teenager but a little longer at the back. He was wearing clothes you had never seen before, but that was to be expected, and he had his arm around someone that was decidedly not you.
But other than that, it was him. Those stupid, splendid eyes of his, those very features that had been burned into your memory and had stubbornly refused to leave no matter how hard you tried to evict them.
It felt as if someone was standing right on your chest, relentless in their approach and crushing your lungs, every pint of air inside it being zapped out as if it was never needed there in the first place. You briefly entertained the idea of walking back into your room and staying there for the next ten years.
âY/n!â
The spell cast upon the two of you had successfully been broken by your intoxicated roommate, who, in her state, had absolutely no perception of social cues at the moment, and certainly not of the thick tension that had descended upon your living room. She broke out of his grasp, stumbling towards you without even a semblance of grace and threw her arms around your neck in a death grip of a hug, only succeeding in contributing towards your current breathing problems.
Taken aback by her rather abrupt display of affection, you awkwardly pat her back a couple of times, managing to choke out the words, âThats me.â Your attempt at adding a jovial lilt to your voice royally failed because the only thing on your mind was something rather embarrassing.
It was how absolutely terrible you probably looked right then.
It was silly no doubt, for you to be pondering your appearance at that specific point in time. If you were morally a better person, perhaps you would have been thinking about how you were relieved that Yeonmi was safe, but the only thing you could think of was the fact that your hair most definitely looked like a nest and that you were dressed in a ratty old sweatshirt that you had owned since your freshman year of college and pyjama pants.
They had peppa pig on them. If not for the fact that they were the most comfortable thing you owned, you would have burned them after this.
âOh, right,â she giggled when she pulled away and saw your eyes trained on the man she had brought with her, hands on your shoulders to make sure she didnât fall, âThis is Donghyuck!âÂ
You glanced at her and then back at him, trying desperately to swallow the lump in your throat. âRight.â
Right? You mentally cussed yourself out for that lacklustre response and cleared your throat in order to save yourself. âNice to meet you.â
Maybe he didnât realise you caught the split second of confusion that passed through his eyes, but you had, catching yourself before you winced out of mild guilt for putting him in such a difficult position. Nevertheless, he played along like he was in on the plan all along, straightening up and responding.
âItâs nice to meet you too.â
Two strangers by choice met again that night, heartstrings that had once been intertwined and subsequently torn apart to die out, reviving with just a simple glance and a few words. He looked at you and you looked at him, forgetting for a moment that the girl standing between the two of you was the biggest obstacle of them all.
And for just a moment there, you were sixteen.
Donghyuck left a few minutes later, once awkward goodbyeâs had been exchanged and Yeonmi was safely in your care, sipping on a large glass of water in her bed.Â
Being around him again, even if it had only been for a few meagre minutes, had completely shattered your self-composure. Your heart was beating too quickly, your adrenaline was on an all-time high and your ability to be discreet had evaded you entirely, resulting in times when you caught yourself looking at him a beat too long.
He seemed to be having the exact opposite reaction, barely even looking at you after the initial shock of it being you standing there wore off. His eyes seemed to be glued to your tipsy roommate, talking to her in a gentle tone as he bid her farewell and promised to message her the next day.Â
The fact that he seemed so normal infuriated you a little bit. It shouldnât have, you knew that very well, but you simply couldnât understand how you were a certified mess while he seemed to be so composed, acting as if you werenât even there. It was wholly childish to expect him to be stuck on you, but then again, you had suffered that very fate, so why couldnât have he?
And so there you were, sitting on the edge of Yeonmiâs bed, wide awake as you watched her finish her water, just barely making out the emotion that had resurfaced within you- the green-eyed monster responsible for your churning stomach with every look at your friend.
Why?
Because the way he had taken care of her tonight was all too reminiscent of how he used to do the same for you.
âWhat do you think of him?â
Her words were only slightly slurred now, and you blinked, registering her question. She stared at you expectantly, eagerly awaiting your judgement over her date.Â
âHeâs nice.â
She frowned. âThatâs it? Nice?â
You shut your eyes, desperately wishing you could skip over this question somehow, but when you opened them she was evidently still waiting for you to finish. You breathed in.
Now, what did you think of Lee Donghyuck?
You had thought Donghyuck was the most wonderful person you had ever met when you were a teenager, the one person who everything seemed so natural with. He was someone you thought was home, a best friend and a lover all rolled into one. But he had eyes that tortured you, a past interlaced so intricately with yours that lingered to this very day and connections to someone unbearably close to you in the present.Â
Yeonmi placed her glass on her bedside table and sighed contentedly. âI really like him, Y/n.âÂ
You hadnât heard her say something like that about a guy since her last relationship, and she had the same simper on her face that she did back then too. There was no way you could bring yourself to even think about attempting to ruin that.
You breathed out.
âI think heâs great,â you started, fingers curling around her cotton bedsheets and squeezing, doing your utmost best to keep your voice level. âHe was really good with you tonight.â
The bitter irony of it all hit you, how the guy that let Yeonmi finally move on was the very same that made it impossible for you to do so. Her smile widened while your stomach grew heavier, dragging you down as you walked to your own room later that night, your dreams tainted with images of a boy you once loved and a stranger who looked the same.
iv] then.
Being sick did not suit you.
To say that you were miserable was an understatement. If one had to accurately describe what the situation felt like to you, they would have to include a bit about you feeling as if you were losing your mind. You did not appreciate the light-headedness that you experienced everything you stood up, or the throbbing head and blocked nose.
You definitely didnât like being stuck in your bed practically all day.Â
Slumped against your pillow and underneath your sheets, you sighed for what must have been the twentieth time that minute. At first, you had no problem with being able to skip a day of school, thinking that you would have a relaxing day of rest. This, of course, included catching up and binge-watching all your favourite shows and taking a well-deserved nap to catch up on sleep that your chemistry teacher had stolen from you via the dozens of assignments she gave out every week.Â
Your glorious plans came to a stark halt when your mother decided that you needed to rest your eyes to get better, which meant that you had been forbidden even thinking about opening your laptop or staring at your phone for too long. This had left you to your own devices, and once you had slept for two hours, the ability to do so seemed to disappear.
Staring at the ceiling grew old pretty quickly.
The soft creaking of the door to your room had you quickly drop your phone and haphazardly push it underneath the blanket, plastering on the most innocent look you could as you stared expectantly, waiting for your mother to come into your view. She did, a glimmer of satisfaction appearing in her eyes at the sight of you without any electronics around you.
âHow are you feeling now?â
âBetter.â Your answer elicited a smile from her, and she continued, unaware of how you had disobeyed her orders and hidden the evidence.
âGreat, because you have a guest.â She opened your door further to reveal your guest and there stood Donghyuck, his school bag slung over his shoulder as he looked into your room, offering you a smile and a small wave.
You stared back at him, relief and mild horror washing through you at the same time somehow, wholly displeased at the fact that he was looking at you while you barely resembled a human being. The Kleenex visible at the end of your bed did nothing to soothe your embarrassment. The relief stemmed from the fact that perhaps the only reason you had not been too pleased about missing a day of school was that you wouldnât see Donghyuck.
Well, at least that was sorted.
âSakura told me you were sick,â he explained as your mother left, walking into your room and looking around. Suddenly, you were ever so slightly embarrassed by the pictures you had stuck up on your wall in the fifth grade, knowing that you were smiling a toothy grin in each and every one of them. While you hoped he wouldnât stare at them too intently, you noticed the small brown paper bag he was holding.
Seeing the raise of your eyebrow, he grabbed the chair next to your desk and dragged it towards your bed, sitting down and keeping the bag on your bedside table. âSo I got you something to cheer you up.â
Your curiosity was piqued by that, and you sat up straighter, eyeing the bag even more intently now. Donghyuck bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling too hard because of how adorable you were, your nose and cheeks tinged due to whatever sickness you had been afflicted with, but your eyes were still lively. Deciding to put you out of your misery, he took out the contents from the bag, carefully watching for your reaction.
And you did disappoint in the slightest, the sides of your mouth curling upwards in joy at the fact that he had gotten you your favourite doughnut and drink. The fact that he remembered it exactly made you grin the same grin you had plastered on your walls, taking the food from him and watching as he brought out his own favourite combination.
âI fucking love you,â you declared, overjoyed at having something with actual flavour to eat that day, before realising the words that had left your lips. Quickly, you took a bite out of the doughnut to cover it up and make it seem like it wasnât a big deal. And it shouldnât have been because friends said those three words to each other all the time. It was normal.
Right?
Of course, most friends did not feel their hearts beating rapidly every time the other person was near.Â
Donghyuck caught what you said, and for a moment it felt as if there was a lump in his throat. It wasnât a new feeling when it came to you, the hesitancy to say something came and went as did his nerves around you. Swallowing heavily, he forced out, âOh so you love me when I get you food. Got it.â
The teasing tone of his voice helped you relax, but if you had glanced at his face you would have realised it didnât match his expression, which was just as tense as you were due to your slight slip-up. He couldnât help but hope there was a hint of genuine truth in the statement.
âShut the fuck up.â
And with that, the tension dissipated. He took a bite out of his donut and you took a sip of your drink. The silence wasnât uncomfortable or awkward by any means, but you felt the need to fill it anyway.Â
âItâs not just because you bought me food, okay?â You began earnestly. âYouâve also always been there for me. I appreciate that more than you know.â Then you paused, but not for long, adding to your previous statements, âBut doughnuts definitely donât hurt, so youâve made a sick girl very happy. Thank you.â
When you finished, you found him looking at you with an inexplicable look on his visage. The softness to his gaze had a flush rapidly rise up your neck, the simper playing on his lips laced with a hint of mirth. It was then you realised you had said a lot of nothing to him in the span of five minutes, igniting embarrassment to bubble up inside of you.
God, you would never understand how he managed to do this to you without doing anything at all.Â
âSorry,â you mumbled. âIâm rambling. My dad says itâs a bad habit I need to get rid of.â
You mentally chastised yourself. There you were once again, giving him even more information he definitely didnât ask for. In fact, in the past ten minutes, Donghyuck hadnât said a word, it had just been you speaking. Burying under your covers to hide yourself was the first thing you wanted to do, but that would have made you look like even more of an idiot.
Why did you care so much about what he thought? The two of you were friends, he was probably closer to you than your other friends you had known since the first grade, and yet you were so deathly scared of somehow weirding him out or saying something wrong.Â
If only you knew what was going through his mind at that second, the sheer fondness for you that had taken over his every thought. The amount of affection he held for you was something he had never felt for anyone else before and due to that, he often forced himself to not think too much about it.
Most people had their first crushes at younger ages, but not Donghyuck. At first, he thought that he was weird, but then attributed his apparent lack of feelings to not staying long enough in one place to get attached to anyone.
Then he met you, and your existence itself rebuked that entire theory. He had only known you for a little over three months, and although this was the first time he had ever thought about someone like this, he wasnât confused in the slightest. It was never about being able to stick around for enough time, it was just that none of them were you.
âYou could talk for hours and Iâd never get bored.â
The silence hanging over both of your heads was broken with that singular statement of his, melting away your nerves and replacing them with a pesky, fluttery feeling in the pit of your stomach. You blinked, processing what he had said and wondered if the butterflies in your stomach were a result of the seemingly noncommittal comment or nausea from your sickness.Â
You had been a talkative person all your life, often getting into mild trouble at school for not being able to shut up. You had been told to quiet down or that your voice was too loud so many times that you had lost count, and something you had grown increasingly afraid of was accidentally boring someone by being too obnoxious on accident, leading to you apologising every time you realised what you were doing.
But not one person had ever said something so lovely to you. Never had they managed to completely dissolve that insecurity with just a few words.
âOh,â was all you managed to get out in response. The butterflies seemed to increase in regards to the size of their swarm. He grinned.
âSomehow that made you shut up though.â
Rolling your eyes, you looked away and bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling as hard as you wanted to. âFuck off Donghyuck,â you puffed out your cheeks slightly. âYouâre so lame.â
âOh, so you want me to leave?â He got to his feet as if challenging you, and you snapped your head back, shaking it vigorously. If you had taken notice of the coy nature of his voice, you made no motion to show it.
âNo, please donât leave me. I've been sitting here alone all day. Iâm this close to going insane.â You pinched your index finger and thumb together, pursing your lips in an indignant pout to put your point across effectively. This elicited a laugh from the boy, who promptly sat back down at your request, scooting even closer than before.Â
And you resumed your conversation, talking late into that evening. He filled you in on the happenings of the day at school (which was followed by your complaints about how everything fun happened only on the days you were absent somehow) and you finished your doughnuts, stealing a few bites from his as well. You bickered and laughed at his stupid jokes, going off once again into one of your famous tangents with him patiently sitting through them. Your other friends hadnât shown up to check on you, but he had, and that was enough for you.
All you did was talk, but somehow he made you feel better by just listening.
Libraries were, in your eyes at least, magical spaces where time itself seemed to take a pause while you sat within them. The atmosphere of your local one that you visited often was unmatched, whether you were there to borrow books or to sit and study for a test.Â
This particular library was absolutely gorgeous, with older design choices and architecture that gave it a more regal feel, something right out of Dead Poets Society. You could spend entire days there being productive, and every time you visited, you always left with a smile.Â
The librarian was also extremely sweet and knew you by name, but that was to be expected considering you had been going there since you were ten years old. You walked in, giving her a polite wave and smile as you found your seat, settling in and arranging your study material. You were determined to tackle a particularly arduous unit of economics today in preparation for a class test you had coming up.
Your seat was towards the back of the library, next to one of the large arching windows and the optimal distance away from a fan in a corner. It was cosy enough to keep you focused on whatever you were doing that day while also giving you the best view of the library in its entirety, making it your go-to spot.Â
It was due to this splendid view that you saw a certain Lee Donghyuck walk in.
He stopped in the middle, those eyes of his scanning the large room until they fell upon you. They lit up- something you could see happen even from the distance away you were and he began making his way towards your spot.Â
Oh, dear. It seemed like you wouldnât be getting any work done after all.
Donghyuck slid into the seat right opposite you, and you nodded in acknowledgment, looking back at the screen of your laptop. He looked at you for a moment before opening the book he had gotten with him.
And now for some reason, even though you were in the most optimal spot in the library that always produced productivity from you, your attention was directed away from your work and towards the beguiling boy across from you. You werenât quite sure how you felt about him not glancing at you at all right then, or why you were so perturbed by it.Â
Shaking it off, you once again turned your attention to the wonders of Alfred Marshall. Your method of memorisation was taking notes, or rather, scribbling down whatever was on the slides your teacher had put together and hoping for the best.
And it was then you heard the distinct slapping of a shutting book. âIâm bored.â
You bit the inside of your cheek to curb the smile that always seemed to make a show around Donghyuck, and raised an eyebrow in question.
In a whisper, he continued, âThis book fucking sucks. I gave it a chance because Seulgi insisted I had to read it, but I really canât get through a page without wanting to take a nap.â The droll look on his face almost made you laugh. âDo you happen to know where it belongs? I havenât quite figured out the library yet.â
You nodded, getting to your feet and cocking your head to signal him to do the same. He fell into step with you as you led him to the fiction section in the back, and making sure to keep your voice low, you asked, âSeulgi has been talking to you a lot lately, hasnât she?â
Every syllable of your sentence had been laced with forced nonchalance, and you didnât dare look at him even once, turning into where you guessed the book would have belonged. He hummed lightly, following you dutifully.
âI guess so.â
Kang Seulgi was one of the more popular girls in your grade, well known for being in the cheerleading team. You hadnât interacted with her very much, but from the few times your paths had crossed, she had always been very polite, leaving you with the impression that she was a sweet person. To tell the truth, Donghyuck was also talked about quite a bit, but you werenât surprised about that in the slightest. He was a sight to behold, even if he didnât know it himself.
So naturally, Seulgi had introduced herself to him and had begun to talk to him a lot more. You remembered when he told you she had sent him a follow request and then slid into his DM's, and him asking you to help him with how to respond since he had essentially nothing in common with the girl.
Now look, it wasnât as if you were jealous or anything, truly, there was nothing for you to be jealous over anyway considering there wasnât anything between you and Donghyuck. He was allowed to talk to whoever he wanted and take their stupid little literary recommendations.
Okay, so maybe you were a little jealous, but you really shouldnât have been. You knew you were his closest friend, but maybe you were jealous because while you were his friend, Seulgi had approached him with intentions that were very obviously the opposite of an innocent friendship.
âFun,â you muttered under your breath, successfully failing your own unbothered claims, stopping in front of a shelf and holding your hand out. âBook.â
He handed you the book, immediately noticing the shift in your mood, even if it was only slight. You glanced at the cover and frowned, pushing it in the gap in between all the books and staring intently at the other title, evidently looking for another one you had just thought he would enjoy, before realising it was sitting on one of the higher shelves in mild dismay.Â
The silence bothered him a little. âIt really is an ass book.â
Now, although this made you feel a little better, the feeling of slight stupidity that came along with it cancelled it out. The book you wanted to give him was just out of your reach, but you were much too proud to ask for his help after replying so curtly to him when it wasnât necessary.
So you went onto your tiptoes, reaching out your hand in an attempt to get said book down, only for your fingers to barely brush against the wood of the shelf. This resulted in you almost stumbling a little, letting out a soft sound of frustration.
Donghyuck watched you in amusement, watching you try once again and still failing.Â
âNeed some help there?â
âNope,â you said a little too quickly, jumping a little now and just about touching the bookâs spine.Â
He snickered to himself and moved until he was right behind you, easily finding the book and slipping it out of the shelf, making a point to hold it entirely out of your reach and asking languidly. âAre you sure about that?âÂ
Donghyuck knew he had bested you. He was toying with that fact, enjoying having you in the palm of his hands to play with- but not in a malicious way.Â
You looked up at him, taking note of the way he was looking back at you. You took note of the triumphant look in his eyes, filled with amusement at your current struggle. That very amusement laced his lips as well, shaping them into an infuriating little smirk that had you catching your breath.
And subtlety had never been your strong suit, and it wasnât about to start being so, much to your misfortune. Your eyes were trained to his lips, and this time, Donghyuck noticed.
He also noticed the minimal space between the two of you, and how if he just leaned forward ever so slightlyâŚ
It came to his attention right then and there, in the back of that library against the mahogany shelves, that he wanted to kiss you.
The thought had crossed the periphery of his mind before- the first time it did had taken him by abrupt surprise, seeing that he had never wished to kiss someone before. With you, the urge grew a little every day, and right then it was stronger than the last time. He was sixteen without the experience of his first kiss, and he had never thought too much about it before considering it was never in his list of priorities, but with you around? God.
And he had the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you were thinking of it too.
You were practically trapped in his embrace at that very point, pressed up slightly against the books as you stood there, your breathing going shallow in anticipation. It was questionable, just how easily he had disarmed you without even doing anything, and there you were, decidedly losing your cool for no apparent reason other than the fact that he was so close by. What was it again that he had asked you?
Oh right.
âIâm sure,â your voice came out small-sounding and meek, averting your eyes away from his face and down to your feet, gazing intently at the stitching of your shoes. âYou can keep that. I was trying to get it down for you anyway.â
The spell was broken when he took a step away from you, clearing his throat in order to cut through the heavy air that had settled in between the two of you. He brought his hand down and studied the cover of the book, raising an eyebrow in question. âWhy?â
âBecause itâs infinitely more interesting than whatever the fuck Seulgi made you read.â
He bit the inside of his cheek, this time definitely noticing the hostile tone that came with your uttering of the girls' name. As hard as you had tried to exude indifference to the matter of the book, you had miserably failed, this being proved by your incessant need to one-up her literary recommendation.Â
But he thought it was endearing, and flipped the book over, skimming the excerpt at the back. You waited patiently for his verdict, alternating between looking at him and to your side, peering out the window.Â
âOkay,â He murmured, âI trust you enough to give it a shot.âÂ
Pleased with this, you nodded and began making your way back to your table. It shouldnât have made you as happy as it did, seeing that he had also seemingly trusted Seulgi enough to try the book she had mentioned, but that didnât really matter to you.
The two of you settled back down in your seats, and he opened the book up. You scoffed slightly at his newly acquired focused state, resuming your previous work now that he was occupied. Perhaps youâd be able to focus now.
Though you knew, with him around, that would never be the case.
v] now.
âDo we really need these many snacks?â
Yeonmi waved her hand in your general direction to invalidate your question, adjusting one of the bowls that contained popcorn on the small table in the middle of your living room to accommodate the one with gummy bears.Â
âYou can never have too many snacks,â she reasoned with you, stepping back and admiring her work. There on the table sat a selection of candy and salty-snacks, a cornucopia of unhealthy that was at the level of enjoyable. âBesides, itâs the first official time Donghyuck is coming over- any minute now, might I add- and I want it to be perfect.âÂ
Oh right. You swallowed to avoid any sort of reaction making itself known, walking over and inspecting all that she had gotten. Gummy bears, popcorn, mini pretzels, chips- it was leaning towards being stronger on the salty side of things. âAre you sure you want me to stay? I can always sleep over at Chaewonâs.â
Much to your dismay, Yeonmi shook her head, shutting down your offer.
âItâs fine, I want you to be around. Heâs going to have to get used to you being around anyway, and I would love it if you guys ended up being friends.â Her words pricked your skin, and unaware of this fact she continued on. âI have a feeling that you would really get along.â
If only she knew. You forced a smile.
âOh, I think we should have another flavour of popcorn. Cheese?â She turned to face you, expectantly waiting on your answer. You hummed, shaking your head.
âCaramel.â Donghyuck had always gravitated towards sweets, so you knew he would enjoy that better. Yeonmi rushed into the kitchen to arrange for said popcorn, and you sat down on the couch, staring at the blank television screen in slight retirement, wondering how life had managed to corner you into such a situation.
Ever since the day he dropped your roommate home in her drunken state, you often thought about that bitter reunion between the two of you, cringing every time at the recollection of your decision to pretend that he was a stranger. You recalled the confusion stirring in those still-starry eyes of his, before it melted into a silent understanding between the two of you.Â
At sixteen you had sworn he had to be your soulmate. At twenty-four, you were forced strangers.
Yeonmi returned to the room with another bowl just as your doorbell rang, and you straightened up in your seat, mild panic taking over your system. Before she could even ask you to get the door, you escaped the living room, your feet carrying you quickly to the kitchen and further away from the door, where he inevitably stood.
Leaning against the counter, you let out a troubled sigh. You had no idea how you were going to survive the night without losing your mind in some respect, and you also had no idea how you were going to explain your bolting to your friend without some sort of excuse. Opening a drawer, you pulled out a bowl and began looking for something to fill it with, before coming across a packet of Sour Patch Kids.
You stared at the candy, slowly tearing open the packet and tossing some of it into the bowl. When you were younger, Donghyuck had always had a pack in his school bag, whipping it out at random occasions to snack on. It was his favourite candy back then, and although youâre not sure if he was still fond of it, it was still worth a shot bringing it out there.
Clipping it shut, you toss the packet back into the cupboard and steel yourself to face him once again.Â
Donghyuck stared at the screen of his phone, processing the time displayed on his lockscreen. 8:30 pm. He glanced up at the sky, taking note of the stars that decorated it in splashes, before walking into your building, calling for the elevator with a press of a button.
Truly, he knew that he was a bit of an asshole, and he had self imposed this title for a plethora of reasons. He had been dating Yeonmi for a while now, and although there were no labels to their relationship, he knew it was nearing the time where they talked about plastering on said labels, something he had been now infinitely put off by. From the moment he saw you, it was clear that going any further with the girl would be absolutely fruitless.
So he should have called things off with her, and yet here he was, walking into the elevator and signalling for your floor. When she had asked him to come over for a movie night, everything inside of him had been screaming at him to simply end it then to avoid complicating things any further, but on the outside he found himself agreeing, regretfully.
That was asshole strike number two. The first strike was committed eight years ago.
Running his fingers through his hair, he used his blurry reflection in the walls of the elevator to fix up his appearance. He donned a pair of light-wash jeans and a dark blue sweatshirt today, opting to be comfy in an attempt to soothe his enervated mental state.Â
Reaching your floor, he walked down the hallway and stood outside the door, sucking in a deep breath. Yeonmi had mentioned that since this was a casual affair, you would most probably be present as well, and that information had admittedly stressed him out even more than he already was.
You being her roommate suddenly made a lot of sense in regards to all those mannerisms that she possessed that reminded him of you. Living with you must have had your habits rub off on her, resulting in all the intense deja vu he had been experiencing these past few weeks. At first, he thought it was simply what it felt to fall for someone, considering he had only ever experienced it with you, but now he knew better.
The reason he had let this go on was because of how much she reminded him of you. It was like he still had you after all these years, even if it wasnât nearly enough.Â
He rang the doorbell and waited.
Yeonmi answered, her elated smile at his presence spurring some guilt from his end. After a hug, she welcomed him inside, ushering him into the living room of your shared apartment and explaining the set up of snacks and blankets that she had laid out on the couch. It was clear that she had put a lot of thought into the evening, and he gave her one of those dazzling smiles of his in acknowledgement.
She sat down in the middle of the couch, and he followed suit, taking one of the ends as she switched the television on, starting the movie. Donghyuck glanced around the room as tactfully as possible, noticing you werenât present.
And that's when you walked in, grasping a dark blue bowl in your hands, answering his silent question of your whereabouts before he could even ask it.Â
Part of him still saw the sixteen-year-old girl he had known all those years ago, the same hair and pensive expression painting your features that he had decidedly memorised. Once you had caught sight of him, you stopped in place and stared for a beat too long, looking from him to the table before him and then down at the bowl you held. Â
Yeonmi turned around and the sound of your soft, padded footsteps, and cocked her head to the side in mild confusion. âDid you get something else?â
âYeah,â your voice cut through his self-induced trance sharply, terse and quick, you switched the lights off, leaving the light from the TV as the only source of it throughout the room, and walked over and sat on the other side of the girl, grabbing a couple of the items contained in the bowl before handing it over. âI thought this would be a good addition.â
He peered over, eyes widening ever so slightly when he recognized the candy to be Sour Patch Kids that you were now slowly munching on. Yeonmi offered him some, and he slowly took it, trying his level best to not look at you in silent question at the choice of it.Â
It seemed intentional, but that could have just been him overthinking it. By the looks of your eagerness to pretend he was a stranger to you, you probably didnât even remember his emotional attachment to it when you were teenagers. The thought of that saddened him a little, especially when he thought back to the times you would always get him some every time youâd pass by a general store, or when he discovered you had an entire stash in the little drawer of your bedside table, ready for him every time heâd come over. The memory should have brought a smile to his face as he picked up one of the red candies.
The situation he found himself in was entirely ludicrous, sitting by a woman he had been dating for a short period of time and another who had everything to do with him in the past, but seemingly wanted nothing to do with him at present.Â
But he really couldnât blame you for that.Â
Your behaviour towards him was more than justified, and if you hated him- well, he wouldnât be surprised, or even blame you a little bit. No one deserved to be treated the way he had treated you, especially by someone who claimed to love you.Â
One and a half movies in, Yeonmi seemed to have dozed off. It was around eleven p.m., the snacks were almost all the snack bowls had been emptied- save for the pretzels, and he couldnât bring himself to pay attention to the television screen anymore, wholly uninterested in whatever was happening there. Instead, his gaze drifted towards your rigid figure, a little more visible now that the girl sitting between the two of you had slouched down a little due to her sleeping state.Â
The light from the television gently cradled your features, illuminating your side profile in a ghostly manner that made it difficult for him to tear his eyes away from you. That was the excuse he used to justify his mildly intense staring at that moment in time because the truth was that no matter the situation, he had never been great at looking away from you.
You must have felt the weight of his imminent stare, because you swiftly turned your head to face him, eyes locking with his almost instantaneously. The air around him stilled, he was afraid to move, as if doing so would break something- or perhaps himself. He couldnât bear to think about doing that once more, wanting to protect you and himself from that outcome.Â
But playing it safe would only get him so far.
âY/n.âÂ
Your name made it out of his mouth just slightly louder than a whisper, but it had you breaking eye contact, a breath escaping you as if you had been holding it in, eyelids fluttering shut. This was the first time he had uttered your name in what seemed like forever, but he had never forgotten how to sound it out, holding it out to the wind like some sort of peace offering. Every syllable of your name was precious to him, ingrained into his memory and locked there, incapable of even the thought of escape.
âDonghyuck.â
You werenât even facing him anymore, vision cast down to your floorboards as you responded with his name in that melodic cadence of yours, although it was currently laced with brevity. The guarded nature of your utterance did not go unnoticed either, he knew you too well to not catch onto these things, even if it had been a while.Â
âIâŚIâm not sure what to say,â he admitted, lifting a hand up and running it through his hair- an anxious habit he had retained from his teen years. Another sigh escaped your lips, and you shifted in your seat out of discomfort at the situation at hand, glancing at your fast-asleep roommate.
âShe owes me so much for this shit.â Your words were completely unexpected, but it almost brought a smile to his face to know that your way of speaking hadnât changed much either. No matter how much time passed, the little constants of life kept him grounded- but with you it only had his head in the clouds. Finally, you spoke directly to him, âYou donât have to say anything.â
Donghyuck paused, caught a little off guard. He couldnât have disagreed with that more, the amount of things left unsaid between the two of you was the cause of the stinging tension hanging in the air, something he was desperate to attempt to dissipate. It was unnatural, all his memories with you involved everything being exceedingly easy, this was a striking difference to what he was used to.Â
It was his own fault. You held his stare, and it took him back to the first time he met you, when your ability to do the same was non existent. He recollected the nervous energy that radiated off of you the first time he ever spoke to you, the way your eyes would never stay focused at his for more than a few minutes. He had found it rather adorable.Â
That day was a bad one for him, and he remembered it in perfect clarity. In classic teenage angst, he was pissed off at the world for the cards he had been dealt, those being another new town and another first day at a new school. More importantly, he was even angrier at the person who had put him in such a situation once again- his mother, of course. He had barely spoken to her before leaving the house that morning, ignoring her meek attempts at trying to hold out an olive branch. She had made him his favourite breakfast to console him, a silent apology of sorts, but he hadnât commented on it at all.
He had been through the routine so many times that he was tired and so he kept to himself, ears plugged with his headphones at the back of every classroom he found himself in. There wasnât an ounce of effort to mingle with the other students from his end, his annoyances and temper getting the best of him.Â
And then he felt you looking at him in one of his classes, looking at you right when you had been called out for doing so. A few minutes later, your eyes wandered right back to him, surprise and embarrassment igniting in them when you realised you had been caught. He approached you afterwards, and the interaction that followed left him with a ghost of a smile on his face despite his sour mood.Â
He wasnât sure why he had decided to approach you that day. There had been others who had tried to speak to him, others that he had blown off with tight-lipped, polite responses that hinted at him being wholly uninterested, but there was just something about you that drew him in so effortlessly. It had been easy with you from the very beginning.
Which was exactly why he needed to fix whatever was happening right now, at the present. âI think we need to talk.â
You shut your eyes, but he wasnât sure if it was out of weariness or frustration.Â
âNo, we really donât.â There was a tinge of denial embedded in your words, if not outright refusal.Â
âYes, we do,â he gave you a mildly pointed look, trying to break through the wall you had built around yourself and open your eyes to the need to get this conversation over with as soon as possible. âYou know we do-â
âI donât.â
You cut him off before he could even finish what he had to say, the finality in your tone stopping him in his tracks. The way you snapped at him told him all he needed to know: that you had no intention or desire to continue this conversation. Even so, he would have maybe pressed a little more if not for the slight tremor that accompanied intonation.Â
Donghyuck pressed his lips together, knowing that he didnât have the right to insist. A stifling silence settled between the two of you, unbroken for a few seconds too long as he sat there, stunned by your minute outburst and thus, as a result, speechless. He couldnât think of an instance when you had ever reacted like that to him, and the realisation grounded him.Â
He swallowed, the dryness of his throat making the action hurt a little. âI should leave.â He spoke up, slowly getting to his feet to avoid waking up the sleeping girl next to him, âTell Yeonmi I said thank you for tonight andâŚand that I had to leave because I have an early morning tomorrow.â
You nodded wordlessly.Â
The lack of anything from your end was unnatural for him, you had never been one to not talk. It had been one of his favourite things about you.Â
âAndâŚIâm sorry.âÂ
And with that, he left you there on your couch with the very words that had haunted you for what felt like all your life.
vi] then.
Zhong Chenle was one half of your two best friends, the other being Sakura Miyawaki, and the only male hair to his family's multimillion-dollar company. Although he had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and everyone had his beck and call, he was surprisingly down-to-earth for someone who grew up with that much privilege. Even with all the wealth that his parents had still put him in public highschool, which you supposed said a lot about how he was raised. You had met him for the first time in the fourth grade when you had been paired up with the ever-smiling boy during P.E.Â
Everyone in town knew where he lived and it was because it was the only mansion in the town, and saying that it was in town was a little bit of a stretch as well. It was situated towards the outskirts, but travelling was never a problem for him considering he had a driver appointed to take him wherever he pleased whenever he requested him to do so in one of the four cars sitting pretty in his garage.
You had been to his mansion several times over the seven years you had known the boy, and it never failed to leave you awestruck. The garden outside was enough to have your jaw drop, and the inside wasnât any different with pristine white walls and marbled floors that were tastefully decorated. When you learned that he also had a pool, you seriously considered asking to be adopted.
It was due to this very fact that Chenle took advantage of every time his parents were out of town on some sort of business trip, having you and Sakura, along with his cousin Renjun, stay the night.Â
This time, however, was different. This time, Chenle was throwing a party.
His parents were gone for five days, and this conveniently happened to line up with the weekend, resulting in the perfect opportunity. He had never thrown a party before, but they had been happening a lot more frequently now that you were in the eleventh grade, and he wanted to dabble in the fun, insisting that all three of you needed more of that in your lives.Â
So you told your parents you were going to stay over at Chenleâs place for the weekend, throwing some clothes and other items that you would need into a bag and let your hair loose, hoping that it would conceal the makeup you had done for the party. When you heard the horn of Sakura's car blare at eight p.m sharp just as she promised, you bid them a rushed farewell and left your house, mild excitement admittedly drumming through your veins.Â
You walked over to her car, raising an eyebrow at Chenleâs presence in the backseat. The party had technically started by now, but since you had to get ready and finish all your homework for the week before you were allowed to leave, Sakura had agreed to pick you up and go with you.
This also meant that the host was supposed to be there instead of here, a host that beckoned you to sit next to him. You obliged, tossing your bag in first before sliding into the seat beside him and asking, âWhat are you doing here?â
âIâve come to pick you up,â he answered gleefully as Sakura began to drive away, smiling in a mixture of amusement and annoyance back at the two of you. His voice was a little jittery, and once Sakura turned into a new lane, he brought out the flask that he had presumably been hiding underneath the seat until it was safe. âDrink up.â
âThis fucker showed up to my house,â your driver friend filled you in, rolling her eyes in exasperation. âThankfully, he still had the sense to call instead of ringing the doorbell. Can you even imagine the lecture I would have gotten if my parents saw him in this state?â
âYouâre tipsy,â you concluded aloud, earning a lazy smile from the boy accompanied by finger guns on his free hand. You took the flask from him and unscrewed the top, cautiously smelling the top to ascertain the contents within, before holding it to your lips and taking a swig.Â
The pure alcohol hit your throat immediately, stinging it and having your features twist into a frown, but you managed to swallow it all, subsequently coughing.Â
âOops,â Chenle muttered, âForgot to tell you it's neat. There's nothing but whiskey in there.â
âA warning would have been nice, yeah.â Your neck felt warm. âWhy are we already drinking?â
âItâs called pregaming Y/n, keep up. Be grateful since âKura has to wait until we reach to partake in the fun. For us lucky folks, it starts now.â He ended this with a cheeky wink, his words were a little slurred, and you could smell the hint of whatever he had been consuming before. You briefly wondered how Sakura was going to get rid of the smell before she went home.Â
âI believe what you mean to say is thank you,â comes from the front of the car, laced with sass.Â
This was by no means your first time drinking with the two, since all the sleepovers at his place had consisted of stealing his parents liquor and drinking it in his room, but you didnât partake in the act very often, and this was your first official party. You took another sip, this time a little more gracefully than the last.Â
âYouâre the host of the party, Chenle, youâre supposed to be there. You didnât have to come pick me up.â To this, he huffed, waving a hand in your face as if he was shaking out the truth in your statement.Â
âYeah but youâre more important, so who cares?âÂ
You grinned, now knowing that he was definitely a little out of it due to the drinking. He had the habit of going all sweet and mushy on the two of you when he had a little too much in his system.Â
âAs much as I appreciate that,â you furrowed your eyebrows, âIsnât that a bad idea, like, who is in charge back there? Wonât it be a mess?â
âMesses are inevitable when it comes to this, itâll be fine,â He assured you as Sakura switched the radio on. âBut if you must know, I left Donghyuck in charge to make sure no one dies before we get there.âÂ
You decided to not point out the underlying implication of people dying after you arrived, perking up a little at the mention of your- er- close friend. âOh heâs already there?â
âYeah, your little boyfriend was downing a mixture of rum and coke last I saw him.â Chenleâs words elicit an immediate reaction from you, a scoff leaving your mouth as you shook your head stubbornly.Â
âHeâs not my boyfriend.â
Sakura snickered from behind the steering wheel at your defensiveness, looking at you through the rear view mirror. âKeep telling yourself that, honey.â
âHeâs not,â you insisted, cheeks feeling hot from the teasing your friends were subjecting you to blaming it on the contents of the flask you held. Half of the booze was still left, and so you continued to consume it slowly, adding, âWeâre friends.â
Even you had to admit that you didnât sound convincing at all. âSure.â
You downed the rest of the whiskey.
âWhereâs your outfit?â Sakura asked once they were done tormenting you. She was already wearing hers, a dark blue sleeveless dress that cut off a little above her mid-thigh, accentuating everything she wanted it to perfectly, paired with silver jewellery and heels. Like you, she had gotten a bag of clothes for the night stay as well.Â
Grateful for the change in topic, you unzipped the front of the hoodie you had on, revealing the top of your dress, the bottom part of which you had tucked into your sweatpants to hide it from your parents. âIâm wearing it underneath.â You tossed your hoodie to the side as you clarified, closing the top of the flask and handing it back to your friend to keep. âIâll fix up there.â
âIâll help.â You smiled gratefully at this offer of hers, nodding as you brought out your phone, attempting to neaten up your hair. Your enthusiasm was building by the second as Chenle babbled on about something inconsequential, arguing with the remaining two of you as usual.
About twenty minutes later, the car pulled into the driveway, and you had to do a double take to recognize the place. People you recognized faintly were walking around the gardens, holding red solo cups and talking, their chatter and laughter blending in with the music that came from inside the house- giving you an idea of how chaotic it must have been inside.Â
Grabbing your bags, the three of you made your way to the front door that was half-open, something that definitely should have been a concern, but none of you comprehended that, your teenage brains ready to let loose and have fun. You barely heard Sakura's declaration to get wasted over the cacophony inside, pushing through the crowd to get to the staircase.Â
âHoly shit, seniors are here too,â Chenle said triumphantly, pleased at having achieved their presence at his first ever party. âThatâs sick, Iâm going to go try talking to Taeil hyung.âÂ
With that, he disappeared, leaving you and your best friend to make the journey to the top floor alone. The chances of anyone being up there were minimal, and you were going to use the private bathroom in his room anyway, so it all worked out in your favour.Â
Walking into said bathroom, you placed your bag on the counter and slipped your sweatpants off your legs, adjusting the bottom of your short, black dress. Sakura whistled in approval at your look after helping touch up your eyeliner, and you inspected your reflection in the large, fancy mirror, pleased with what was staring back at you. The dress had a certain subtle shimmer to it, but only when the light hit it at just the right angle, and your makeup brought out the best in your features, making you feel extremely pretty.Â
Perfect.Â
âOkay, Iâm ready,â you declared, leaving your bags in the bathroom and proceeding to make your way back downstairs once you put on your heels, rejoining the pandemonium you had been so looking forward to the entire week.Â
The music was so loud that you were sure you were going to lose your hearing in at least one of your ears, feeling the bass in your stomach and head as well- actually, scratch that, the mild buzzing in your head was definitely due to the alcohol you had consumed before finally hitting your system. Â
This was going to be fun.
âIâm going to get a drink,â you informed Sakura, but her eyes were following someone else- Nakamoto Yuta, you realised, one of the star footballers on the team. Smirking, you gave her an encouraging pat on the back before navigating to the kitchen, almost getting lost due to the difference in how the house looked. You were used to the bright white walls and perfect interiors, the contrast of the dark lighting and cups strewn everywhere throwing you off a little.Â
Finally, you emerged into the kitchen, which was a little more deserted then the rest of the mansion. You stopped in your tracks.
Because behind the kitchen island and leaning against one of the counters was none other than Lee Donghyuck.Â
Glass in hand, he looked even more elusive than he already was in this light. A black shirt hung effortlessly from his shoulders, the first few buttons left open with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Jeans and a silver chain sitting around his neck, part of you was almost offended at how good he looked at that moment.Â
He seemed at ease, as if he was unaware of the lawless nature of the party, taking a sip of whatever drink he had poured for himself. He looked in your direction after a few seconds, as if he had felt your stare and raised his glass up in acknowledgement, the simper that appeared on his face telling you he was pleased you had finally arrived. This broke the spell you had been under, and you walked around the island into his full view, grabbing one of the plastic cups.
He didnât say anything for a moment, letting his eyes drag over your figure from tip to bottom and making you feel a little self conscious. You mentally chastised yourself- mere minutes ago you had been feeling extremely confident, and now that state of mind relied on his judgement, but only his.Â
Donghyuck had to force himself to look at your face again, one that was very obviously awaiting his judgement, it was just too easy to read your expressions. He was taken aback by how different you looked right then. A good, no, great different even. You were beautiful, he knew this very well by now, but he had never seen you quite this dressed up, and my god did you do justice to your look.Â
âYou look amazing,â he commented languidly, and just like that, you were back on cloud nine.Â
Feminism had said goodbye the moment you had set eyes on him, clearly.Â
âSo do you.â That was the understatement of the century. You almost wished you could agree to all of Sakura and Chenleâs teasing and say that he was your boyfriend, because you sure as hell didnât want anyone else hanging off his arm right then. You glanced at the line up of bottles against the wall, a sound of disbelief leaving you. âFuck, Chenle really went all out, huh?â
There was possibly every type of alcohol you could ever want sitting there, just waiting to be consumed. Donghyuck chuckled, the low sound sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.Â
âThat he did. Here for a drink, I assume?âÂ
You nodded. âSomething a little light on the alcohol taste though, Chenle had me have whiskey neat and I need a break from anything too intense.â
He hummed in consideration of this, taking your glass. âGot you. Be ready for the greatest drink of your life.â You rolled your eyes, but waited in anticipation nonetheless as he grabbed one of the bottles, pouring about two shots into it before walking over to the fridge and grabbing a bottle and some ice, pouring the contents into your cup and gently tapping it on the counter to help mix it all.Â
âItâs peach ice tea and vodka,â he informed you as he handed it over, eagerly waiting for you to take a sip and assess the taste of his creation. âIâve mixed it perfectly, so it should give you a kick without being too overpowering.â It was just as he said, the peach tea flavour being much more palatable to your taste buds, and you thanked him with a smile.Â
âWhat are you drinking?â
âUhhâŚ..rum I think. Yeah, itâs still rum,â he eyed his drink, before finishing the rest of it like a shot. âItâs the good, expensive shit, Iâve had around five of these- wait, no- six.â
You giggled, sipping tentatively at your drink and admiring Donghyuck, the pleasant buzz in your head growing stronger. A song you liked came on, the melody beckoning you towards the main area of the party with every beat that played.Â
âIâm going to go dance,â you declared, finishing your drink quickly. âIâll find Chenle out there and join him.â This was your meek attempt at trying to get him to come along with you, not particularly wanting to leave his side or be separated from him even for just a song.Â
Fortunately for you, there was no way in hell Donghyuck wanted to let you out of his sight either, especially not when you looked like that.
âIâll come with you.â
You didnât object.
After a few more hours of drinking, dancing and partaking in activities that would make your parents consider sending you to boarding school, you found yourself leaning against one of the walls of the house. You were completely unaware of which room you were in, everything happening in front of you feeling as if it was taking place in slow motion, your eyelids feeling heavy.Â
Doing shots with Sakura was the beginning of the end for you. You had spaced out the shots a little, and since they didnât hit you immediately you had assumed that you were doing fine, and proceeded to consume a couple of Chenleâs concoctions- the worst possible decision you could have made. God knows what he had put into that cup of yours, but it was strong.
All this culminated in you attempting to keep yourself upright against the wall, fighting your drunken stupor to the best of your abilities. You felt good, and wanted to stay awake for the rest of the party, one that had absolutely no signs of slowing down anytime soon. It was probably around one in the morning at this point, and although you were having the time of your life, the smokey, dim lit setting and being surrounded by your fellow drunks was starting to feel stifling.
âThere you are.âÂ
You slowly looked up and registered the face that had waltzed into your view, taking your own sweet time to study the familiar spaced out expression that was plastered on Donghyucks stupidly gorgeous face. His pupils were dilated (as were yours, you were sure) and his hair messy but even that wasnât enough to disrupt his beauty. You were about to complain about this very fact, but he beat you to it, speaking once more.
âYou disappeared after the first round of beer pong, and Jaehyun made me finish the game before I left, but I couldnât find you after that.â
His manner of speaking wasn't the sharpest either, clearly very tipsy, but in an infinitely better state then you were. You had spent most of your time at the party so far by his side, thoroughly enjoying how he would hold your hand and guide you from place to place so you wouldnât get lost and the way he placed his hands on the small of your waist, as if having some sort of physical contact with you was important to him. You especially liked how he would dip his head down, mouth right near your earlobe so that you could hear him speak over all the noise.Â
As he had said, it was while some of your friends had dragged him into playing a game of beer pong was when you had slipped away, not entertained by the game in the slightest. You found Sakura and with every shot of vodka you let into your system, signed away your sobriety.Â
âAh,â you mumbled dumbly in response, nodding absent-mindedly, the memory of how he had his hand on the small of your back while you were dancing to the music popping back into your mind.
Music that was currently much too loud for you.
Donghyucks features twisted into a look of confusion, clearly not having heard your sound of acknowledgement. âWhat?â
You groaned, âItâs too loud in here.â
He seemed to have picked up on that, somehow understanding what you needed without you even asking for it. âDo you want to go outside for a little? Take a break from this?â
âFuck yes.â
You pushed yourself off the wall, promptly stumbling right into Donghyucks arms. He looped them around you and helped you regain your standing, a small laugh leaving him, the sound having you certain you had never heard something quite so magical. âMaybe we should get you some water first?â
âNo,â You breathed out, shaking your head rapidly. âI just want some fresh air.âÂ
This was how you ended up sitting upon the pavement of the street just outside Chenleâs mansion. The cold night air had you scooting a little closer to Donghyuck, before burying your face in your hands, which rested upon your knees, as you counted to ten in your mild, trying your best to regain your bearings once more.Â
Donghyuck wished he had worn a jacket so that he could give it to you, but settled for throwing an arm around you to offer some warmth. The fresh air had helped sober him up a little, offering him the slightest bit of clarity as he sat there on the asphalt.
âI donât think I can walk,â you said faintly, evoking a snicker from his end.
âYou think? You barely made it out here alive.â
The music was softer outside, much more bearable. You could hear the leaves rustle gently, as if forming their own melody.Â
âShut u-up.â Somehow, you managed to stutter on this very basic phrase, only inviting more laughter from his end. You didnât think youâd be able to blame it on the cold.
âMy God, youâre so fucking drunk.â
You looked up at him, somehow momentarily unfazed by the close proximity and with a defiant look in your eyes, ready to argue back even in your inebriated element. âItâs not like youâre a saint right now either.â
He puffed out a laugh at how adorably indignant you were. âAt least Iâm better than you.â
âGod youâre so fucking annoying,â you whined. âI really donât know why I like you so much.â
You barely registered what you said, the words leaving your lips without much restriction. Inebriation caused you to let your guard down a little too much. He froze beside you, blinking rapidly to try and gauge how serious you were.
âYou like me?â
The question somehow pulled you back to reality, but only a little bit. You opened your mouth and subsequently shut it, heavily hesitating. Even like this, you knew the weight that it carried, and the risks that came along with owning up to this accusation that you had brought upon yourself with your own carelessness.
Perhaps it was the cold, or maybe it was the faux confidence given to you by all the intoxicants in your system.Â
âYeah.â Your heart hammered in your chest. âI do.â
âAnd youâre sure this is not just because youâre absolutely shit-faced right now?â
âExcuse me? I am not-â
You never got to finish rebuking that claim of his, because he pressed his lips to yours almost feverishly, as if he had been waiting to do so for a long time. You gasped against his lips, your body responded before your mind even understood what was happening, instantly leaning into him and resting a hand on his knee to steady yourself. His hand moved from your shoulder to your cheek, cupping your face ever so gently as he moved his mouth against yours slowly.
He tasted sharp almost, the remnants of whatever alcohol he had been confusing fresh upon his lips, strawberries- probably from a vape- along with a bitter undertone that you couldnât quite place just yet, too acutely aware and focused on the fact that Lee Donghyuck was kissing you and how his thumb brushed gently against your cheekbone.Â
The kiss filled you with warmth and you immediately forgot about how cold you felt previously, every sound around you fading into the background, utterly unimportant to you. You felt yourself flush under his touch, your fingers reaching out and curling into the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer.
Donghyuck could hardly believe that this was happening either, acting on impulse the moment you confirmed that you did, in fact, like him. He pulled away after a few seconds, watching as your eyes fluttered open a little later, wide is slight disbelief, your pretty peach -flavoured lipgloss a tad smudged, now also on his lips.
âYou just kissed me,â you said in awe, and he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear fondly.Â
âI did.â
âYou kissed me,â you repeated once again, like saying it aloud would keep it real and not just a figment of your imagination, âand you taste like smoke.â
You had eventually realised what the bitterness was. He frowned lightly, trying to place why that was. âJohnny hyung taught me how to smoke a joint sometime earlier- oh fuck, did that ruin it?âÂ
The look of genuine worry on his face made you almost laugh, and you stared at him incredulously, almost scoffing at the notion. Your fingers were definitely wrinkling his shirt with how tightly you were holding it at that moment and you shook your head firmly- well, as firmly as you could for someone who could barely stand upon her very own two feet.
âNothing could ever ruin it.â
When you awoke, you had absolutely no clue where you were.Â
Tucked neatly into a bed, you blinked rapidly to regain your bearings, staring up at the ceiling in pure mystification. You came to the conclusion that this was one of Chenleâs guest bedrooms, but couldnât, for the life of you, figure out how you got there.Â
You attempted to sit up but did so a little too fast, a sharp pang of pain rushing to your head and making it feel as if it split apart. A strangled sound of agony left you as you slowed your movements, opting to lean against the headboard as a compromise to sitting up straight.Â
And that's when it hit you.
Memories from last night rushed back to you, fractured and in hazy glimpses. You recalled holding up a stranger's hair while they puked in one of the bathrooms, awkwardly standing aside another girl who had never spoken to before as she sobbed, mascara streaming down her face, laughing drunkenly with Sakura and Chenle (that screechy laugh of his had somehow been amplified with how plastered he was) and stumbling through the many hallways of the house. You couldnât recall anything in its entirety, having to make do with the mismash of chaotic, foggy remembrance.
But you distinctly remembered Donghyuck kissing you outside the mansion. And then once again inside, after he made you drink water, and near the staircase, and-
You placed your hands over your warming cheeks. It was quite amusing, how the only thing you remembered perfectly was making out with him.Â
Carefully, you got out of the bed, gritting your teeth to bear with the pounding in your head. You were still in your dress from last night, and there was no way in hell you were going downstairs looking like this. Somehow, you found your way to Chenleâs room, which was thankfully empty, and shut yourself in his bathroom, before sighing in resignation at your reflection. Your eyeliner was smudged around your eyes, makeup completely demolished- you were sure that your skin was crying because you slept in it.Â
Your bag was still there, and you removed the extra clothes you had brought along, freshening up as quickly as you could and changing. It felt good to get out of the tight dress and into a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt, washing all your makeup off. Deeming yourself finally presentable, you began your journey downstairs.Â
Downstairs, as you had referred to it as, had been completely trashed. Solo cups and bottles of alcohol were strewn everywhere, along with random shoes lying about. You grimaced at the sight that somehow contributed to your migraine, walking past it all to the kitchen, where Johnny stood near the stove, flashing you a bright smile.
âY/n! Good, youâre awake. Take a seat, my famous pancakes are almost ready.â
Chenle was slumped over the island, sitting at one of the stools around it. He glanced up at the mention of your name, and somehow, the boy looked worse than you felt. You occupied the seat beside him, cocking your head to the side and silently asking why Johnny Suh of all people was still around, when it seemed like everyone else had dispersed.
âI threw up twelve times last night,â he offered instead, a certain hoarseness in his voice. âJohnny stayed over to make sure I didnât die, and handled almost everything after. Somehow, he doesnât get hangovers.â The last bit of information sounded a little like your friend was complaining over how unjust it was that he had to deal with a hangover, while the senior didnât.
âIt comes with experience,â Johnny said wisely, putting the pancakes he had made onto a plate and sliding it over to the two of you. âLeave a couple for your other friend, I think sheâs still sleeping.â
You nodded, grabbing a fork and immediately dug into the breakfast he had so kindly cooked for the two of you, trying to pay attention to his speech about how pancakes were the best cure to a hangover and nod where you thought it was polite to do so, but your thoughts drifted away from him and to a certain boy.Â
Donghyuck had also been pretty drunk by the end of it all, you were sure. Chances were he didnât even remember kissing you, but that singular thought was enough to have your stomach plummet.Â
âY/n? Are you listening?â
âYes?â You snapped out of it, biting the inside of your cheek hard.
Chenle rolled his eyes, but grinned. âThe party was a success, Johnny hyung himself just said so!â Safe to say, Chenle was on cloud nine. You, on the other hand, were a mixture of anxiety and elation, which was a most confusing combination to unpack. The older boy smiled in hilarity, somewhat seeing his younger self in your friend.
âThe next will be even better.â
As Chenle began planning the hypothetical future party (with a raging hangover, mind you- he truly was shameless), you stuffed your face with another morsel of pancakes, soaked in maple syrup, hoping that it would soak up the remaining alcohol in your system and help you think clearly about your circumstance.
By the time Sakura emerged from her slumber, it was around noon, and the pancakes had long been devoured.
You arrived home in the evening to an empty house and a note from your parents saying that they had decided to go on a date night. This worked out well in your favour, considering you had no energy to deal with anything after the events of last night. Johnny, being the only one completely in his senses, had driven Sakuraâs car back with the two of you, making sure you reached home safely.Â
Flopping down onto your couch, you shut your eyes for a few seconds, deciding that what you needed to recuperate was a calm night. Perhaps youâd watch a few movies and order pizza.
These glorious plans of yours were quickly thwarted when you heard your doorbell ring.
Suppressing an annoyed groan, you forced yourself to answer the door, your eyes widening at the sight of Donghyuck standing there. Your mind immediately scrambled on seeing him, not a single coherent thought forming, which led to a most intelligent greeting from your end.
âUh.â
He raised an eyebrow, glancing behind you and into your house. Embarrassment flared up inside of you, and you coughed awkwardly, opening the door wider and shuffling to the side. âRight, wanna come in?â
So now he was in your kitchen, and you had no idea what to talk about. âWhen did you leave Chenle's?â
âEarly morning,â he informed you, eyes following your every move as you poured yourself a glass of water, sipping on it to curb the awkwardness in the air. He paused, studying you carefully and slowly asked. âHow was the hangover?â
âTerrible,â you groaned, the insistent throbbing of your head proving this. You finished up your water and walked closer to him. âItâs still there. Iâm never drinking again.âÂ
He snickered disbelievingly, a glint in his eyes that represented an emotion you couldnât quite place yet. âLiar.â He seemed distracted, tapping his foot rhythmically against your floor. You briefly wondered how his hangover had dissipated so quickly, envious of the fact.
âListen buddy, Iâm a quick learner, and Iâve learned that being wasted is not worth the consequences.âÂ
You said this in a joking manner, but there wasnât even a hint of hilarity on his face, a serious expression facing you instead. Panic seized you for a moment, wondering if he truly didnât remember the kiss, or if he did and regretted it. Maybe he was here to tell you to forget it ever happened, that it was just a drunken mistake from his end and that it would never happen again.
Maybe, you were just a terrible kisser.
âYou were supposed to laugh,â you muttered weakly, your anxiety clawing at your chest. If he was about to reject you and crush your heart, you needed there to be more space between the two of you, and instinctively took a step back, moving to take another right after, but you were stopped.
Donghyuck grabbed your wrist, pulling you forward until you were right in front of him, his determination crystal clear.
âI am not your buddy.â
He said the word with resentment almost, staring at you hard. You swallowed thickly, not quite knowing what to say, terrified at the possibility of this being him cutting off your friendship as well. Him not liking you romantically was bad enough, but him wanting nothing to do with you was even worse. You couldnât imagine not having Lee Donghyuck as at least a friend.Â
Pressing his lips together, he asked. âDo-do you remember everything from last night?â
The question hit you like a train, and the stutter in his voice- the hesitation, it suddenly cleared all of the terrible outcomes you were thinking of. He definitely remembered, and it seemed like he was afraid that you didnât. It dawned upon you right then that it was quite possible that both of you were royal idiots.
You sucked in a sharp breath. âNot everything.â His grip on your wrist was gentle and warm, you could see him swallow, a flicker of dread passing through those brown eyes of his as he rephrased his question.Â
âDo you remember what happened between us?â
How could you possibly forget? It was the only thing you could remember, the ghost of his kiss still lingering upon your lips that yearned for the feeling once more. Your confession was fresh on your mind, being the only thing you had thought about from the moment you awoke.
âYou know I do.â
Your voice was quiet, refusing to look at him properly. His other hand rose to your face a few seconds later, fingers gripping your chin and tenderly angled your face upwards so that you were forced to, your face just inches away from his. You desperately hoped he couldnât feel the slight tremble of your hand, feeling vulnerable without the courage that alcohol supplied to you.Â
âYou know what? I donât think I do know.â The coy nature of his voice did not go unnoticed by you. âI think I might need something to refresh my memory.â
You gawked at the boy, completely in disbelief at the sheer audacity he displayed right then, purposely playing with your already extremely frazzled mind in such a manner. You released your hand from his, hitting his arm weakly in annoyance.Â
âYouâre so lame,â you declared, and he frowned.
âLame? Iâm trying to be smooth over here!â He genuinely sounded kind of distressed, and you couldnât help the smile that erupted upon your face, even if you did your best to look as annoyed as possible.
âIf you want me to kiss you, just say so, you idiot.â
He hummed as if deep in thought, only putting you more on edge. Slipping the hand that held your face behind your neck, he nodded softly and followed your instructions. âFine, I want you to kiss me.â
He pulled you closer by your waist, fingers entangling in your hair as you closed the distance between the two of you. You threw your arms around his neck, kissing him almost feverishly, more than eager to experience it while sober. He smiled against your lips, which was enough to bring forth giggles from your end.Â
You kissed him until you were breathless and felt flushed, dizzy from just how long you had truly been waiting for this. Pulling away, you looked at him, searching for an answer to a question that had popped to the forefront of your mind.
âWe just kissed.â
âFor the second time,â he added helpfully.
âRight. And youâre not my buddy?â You raised an eyebrow, almost as if you were purposely provoking him.
âPlease donât friendzone me on day one itself.âÂ
A laugh left you, and he let his other hand fall down to your waist, interlocking his fingers right by the small of your back as if he was securing you in place, making sure you wouldnât disappear in that moment. Not that you wanted to anyway, being quite content with where you were currently.
âI wonât.â You promised, biting the inside of your cheek as apprehension suddenly came over you. âSo thenâŚ?â
âY/n, will you be my girlfriend?â He cut off the pointed silence with his question, one that had you nodding before you even verbally announced your answer. The shy yes that you pronounced earned you that marvelous smile you so loved, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, hugging him tight, as if trying to memorise every detail about what had just happened.
You were only sixteen, and perhaps still hopelessly unaware of the magnitude of your feelings towards Donghyuck, but somewhere in the uncertain haze that you had to navigate, you always knew that every path would always lead you straight back into his arms. Youâd figure it out with your hand safely tucked in the pocket of his jacket, intertwined with his so firmly it felt as if he would never let go.Â
After all, what was love, if not the sweet promise of forever?
part i fin.
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mnt x reader competition đđ˘
Ahhh!! Stumbled across the prompts and got excited- I've been dying for some angst, recently going through a situationship problem myselllfff sooo we read about turtles to cope :)
Anyway, this is a Once Leo x Y/n to Raph x Y/n
Yknow...the old "He was first but the brother was better" type situation
My prompt:
"So what, you're just moving on from us and talking to this other person?" "We were never official."
@dancingdonatello
I've entered the competition, idc if I win, I just wanted an excuse to put this out before the other requests I have :')
Anywayyyy, Enjoy!
-Writer IcyâĄ
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The lair had always been a place of comfort for Y/N. From the cold, damp walls to the faint hum of the sewers, it was a place where they felt safe. Especially when they were with Leo.
It hadnât always been like this, though. There was a time when the two of them shared momentsâquiet cuddle sessions on the couch after long patrols, Leoâs arm wrapped securely around their waist, his cheek resting on top of their head. He had a way of making them feel safe, grounding them in a world that often felt overwhelming. They could still feel the warmth of his lips from when they would kiss, gentle and full of promises. They had spent nights talking until the early hours, Leoâs soft voice guiding them through his favorite episodes of Space Heroes. It was their thing, something only they shared.
They were never officially dating, but they were something. Or at least, Y/N had thought they were.
But everything started to shift when Danielle showed up.
April had introduced Danielle to the turtles, a mutual friend from school. At first, it seemed harmless. Danielle was friendly, bright, and curious about their world. Y/N didnât think much of it. Leo was kind to everyone; it was one of the things they loved about him. But soon, those quiet moments Y/N used to have with Leo⌠they noticed them slipping away.
Y/N had come to the lair, expecting another night of *Space Heroes* marathons or watching Leo train in the dojo, only to find him sitting with Danielle instead. Danielle, laughing at something Leo said. Danielle, watching him while he trained, her eyes following his every move the way Y/Nâs used to. Danielle, joining him on patrolsâpatrols that used to be reserved for Y/N and Leo.
It was like watching their memories play out with someone else in their place. *DĂŠjĂ vu*, but it stung deeper with every passing day. No longer did they feel like the person Leo sought out at the end of a long day. Instead, Danielle was now in those placesâsharing the moments Y/N had once cherished.
Y/N told themself not to care. After all, Leo and them were never official. But that didnât stop the sinking feeling in their chest every time they saw them together. Every time they caught a glimpse of Danielle laughing at one of his jokes or sitting beside him as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
The breaking point came at a Halloween party hosted by April. The lair was decorated with makeshift pumpkins, glowing orange lights strung around the walls. It was meant to be a fun nightâa distraction. Y/N had dressed up in a simple costume, determined to try and enjoy themself, even with the weight of everything going on with Leo.
But then they saw it.
Across the room, Leo and Danielle were talking, standing far too close for comfort. Danielle reached up to adjust the ninja headband Leo had worn with his costume, fingers brushing his cheek with a familiarity that made Y/Nâs stomach twist. It was the kind of moment that should have been theirsâanother stolen fragment of their past.
Y/Nâs heart clenched as they turned away, the partyâs music and chatter becoming nothing but background noise. They didnât stay long after that, leaving the lair with a heavy heart.
That night, after everyone had gone home and the lair fell silent, Y/N confronted Leo. The tension had been building for weeks, and it finally snapped.
"So, what, you're just moving on from us and talking to this other person?" Y/Nâs voice trembled, their hands clenched into fists at her sides.
Leo stood there, arms crossed, a defensive edge to his posture. âY/N⌠we were never official.â
The words hit like a punch to the gut. Y/Nâs breath caught in their throat, their heart hammering painfully in their chest. âThatâs what youâre going to say? After everything weâve been through, thatâs what youâre going to throw at me?â
Leoâs face was stoic, unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty. âI didnât mean it like that.â
âThen how did you mean it, Leo?â Y/Nâs voice rose, the hurt spilling out in waves. âBecause from where Iâm standing, it looks like you just replaced me with Danielle like it was nothing. You used to talk to me, spend time with meânow itâs like I donât even exist.â
Leo took a step forward, his brow furrowed. âI didnât replace you, Y/N. Itâs just⌠things change.â
Y/N shook their head, stepping back, away from him. âYouâre right. Things *did* change. You stopped caring.â
Without waiting for a response, they turned and walked away, the sting of his words and the emptiness of their broken bond echoing in their chest. The door to the lair closed behind them with a soft thud, but the sound felt final.
Days passed, and Y/N did their best to avoid Leo. It was easier said than done, given that they both moved in the same circles, but they found comfort in an unexpected place: Raphael.
Raph had always been the opposite of Leoâfiery, rough around the edges, and unapologetically himself. But in those days following the fight, he was the one who made them feel like they still mattered. His gruff humor, the way he stood by their side when they needed someone, without any expectations. And before Y/N knew it, something deeper began to bloom between them.
It wasnât long before Leo noticed. He caught sight of them training together one night, Raph standing close, guiding Y/Nâs movements with an intensity that made Leoâs chest tighten. They werenât just friends anymoreâit was clear in the way Raph looked at them, the way Y/N smiled in his presence. It was a connection that Leo had let slip through his fingers.
He confronted Raph, jealousy boiling over in his veins. âYouâre really going to do this? After everything?â
Raph didnât hold back. âYou dropped them, Leo. I didnât.â
Leo opened his mouth to argue, but Raph cut him off. âYou had your chance, and you blew it. You let them slip away because you couldnât figure out what you wanted. Thatâs on you.â
Leo clenched his fists, frustration and regret warring inside him. He wanted to say something, to fight for Y/N now that they were gone, but it was too late. He could see it in the way Raph and Y/N stood togetherâthe ease, the connection.
Danielle had faded into the background, uninterested now, but that didnât matter. Leo had already lost the one person he truly cared about.
And watching them with Raph, happy in a way they hadnât been with him in weeks, was a punishment far worse than he could have imagined.
The Lair was quiet, the sound of the television barely audible in the background as Raph stalked across the room, his fists clenched tight. He could feel the tension building in his muscles, the frustration from earlier still bubbling beneath the surface. Leo was standing near the dojo, his back turned as if to dismiss the argument they had started just moments ago.
Raph couldnât let it go. Not this time.
âSo, thatâs it, huh?â Raph growled, his voice cutting through the stillness. âYouâre just gonna act like nothingâs wrong?â
Leo turned slowly, his face calm, but Raph could see the strain in his eyes. âRaph, Iâm not doing this right now,â he said, his tone carefully measured. âYouâre making a big deal out of nothing.â
âNothing?â Raph took a step closer, his fists tightening. â*Nothing?* Youâve been riding me for weeks now, all âcause you canât stand seeinâ me with Y/N.â
Leoâs calm exterior cracked for a moment, his jaw tightening as his eyes narrowed. âThis isnât about that.â
âLike hell it isnât!â Raphâs voice rose, his frustration spilling out. âEver since I started seeinâ Y/N, youâve been actinâ like I stole somethinâ from you. Youâre jealous, Leo. Admit it.â
âIâm not jealous,â Leo snapped, his voice rising to match Raphâs. âI just think youâre being reckless.â
âReckless?â Raph laughed bitterly. âReckless is lettinâ them go in the first place. You had âem, Leo, and you let âem slip away.â
Leoâs face hardened, his eyes flashing with anger. âWe werenât anything official. We never *were,* Raph. Itâs not like I broke some unspoken rule.â
Raphâs nostrils flared, the bitterness of Leoâs words hitting a raw nerve. âYou didnât need some damn label to know what you had! And now that theyâre with me, you canât handle it.â
Leo took a step forward, his calm exterior completely shattered. âThis has nothing to do with handling it! You donât get it, do you? You think this is just some competition? Like itâs about winning?â
Raphâs eyes narrowed, his chest heaving as he stood his ground. âNo, Leo. Itâs about how you treated Y/N like they didnât matter, and now youâre pissed âcause they found someone who makes âem feel like they do.â
Leoâs fists clenched at his sides, his face flushed with anger. âI never treated Y/N like they didnât matter.â
âThen whyâd you push âem away?â Raph shot back. âWhyâd you let Danielle come in and take all the moments you used to have? Y/N didnât deserve that, and you know it.â
For a moment, Leo faltered, the guilt flickering across his face. But it was quickly replaced by a cold resolve. âI did what I thought was best.â
âBest for who?â Raph demanded, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. âBest for you, or best for Y/N? âCause from where Iâm standinâ, you only cared about yourself.â
Leoâs eyes flared with anger, his voice rising again. âAnd what, you think youâre the hero now? You think just because youâre with Y/N, everythingâs fine? You donât get it, Raph. You donât understand what itâs like to have to make these kinds of decisions.â
Raphâs temper snapped. âWhat I understand is that you messed up, Leo! You had Y/N, and you let âem down. And now, you canât stand that theyâre happy with me.â
Leoâs face darkened, his chest heaving as he tried to control the storm of emotions swirling inside him. âYou donât know anything about what Y/N and I had,â he hissed, stepping even closer to Raph.
Raph didnât back down, his eyes blazing with anger. âI know enough to see that you never fought for âem. You didnât try. And now youâre stuck watchinâ from the sidelines, and itâs killinâ you.â
Leoâs hands clenched into fists, and for a moment, it looked like he might swing at Raph. But instead, he just stared at him, his voice low and filled with resentment. âYou think youâre better than me?â
Raphâs eyes never wavered, his voice steady and cold. âI ainât better than you, Leo. But I sure as hell know how to fight for someone who matters to me.â
For a long moment, they just stood there, the tension between them thick and suffocating. Neither of them willing to back down, neither of them willing to break the silence.
Finally, Leo took a step back, his face a mask of frustration and hurt. âYou think youâve got it all figured out, donât you, Raph?â
Raph shrugged, his expression hard. âMaybe I do. Maybe I just know whatâs real.â
Leo stared at him for a moment longer, his jaw tight, before he turned and stormed out of the room, leaving Raph standing there, breathing heavily, his heart still pounding from the confrontation.
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Raphâs hands were still shaking when he slammed the door to his room, his mind replaying the fight with Leo over and over. But as soon as he saw Y/N sitting on his bed, their eyes filled with worry, his anger faded into something elseâsomething softer, but no less intense.
He let out a deep breath, his shoulders slumping as he ran a hand over his neck, trying to ease tension. He hadnât wanted them to see that. To hear it. But it was too late now.
His chest heaved as he tried to calm down, the heat of his latest fight with Leo still burning under his skin. He rubbed his temples, cursing under his breath. It was always the same argumentâ
It didnât help that the moment he stepped inside, he saw Y/N sitting on his bed, their eyes wide with guilt. The tension in the room shifted instantly, and Raphâs heart sank. They had heard everything.
âRaphâŚâ Y/Nâs voice was soft, laced with the same guilt he could see written across their face. âI didnât mean to cause all thisâŚâ
Raphâs muscles tensed, frustration still lingering in his tone as he threw his hands up. âDonât,â he said, his voice harsher than he intended. âDonât go blaminâ yourself for any of this, Y/N.â
But the way Y/Nâs shoulders slumped, the way they hugged themselves as if trying to hold back tearsâit made Raphâs frustration turn inward. He wasnât mad at Y/N. He was mad at Leo for making them feel this way. He was mad at himself for letting it affect them.
âLook,â he started again, this time softer, his hands dropping to his sides. âThis ainât your fault, okay? Leoâs just⌠heâs jealous. Thatâs all.â
Y/N looked up at him, their voice trembling. âBut I didnât want to come between you two. I didnât mean for any of this to happen.â
Raph crossed the room in a few steps, sitting beside them on the bed, the anger draining from him as he saw the pain in their eyes. His hands came up to cup their face, rough but steady, forcing them to meet his gaze. âListen to me. Me and Leo fight. Itâs what we do. Weâve been fightinâ since we were kids, and it ainât gonna stop just because of this. But what we haveââ his voice softened, the rough edges melting away, âwhat we have is real.â
Y/N looked at him, searching his face for the truth, still uncertain. âBut what ifâwhat if you regret it? What if Iâm just a rebound or something?â
Raphâs brows furrowed, and a low growl escaped him. âYou think youâre some rebound?â He almost laughed at the absurdity of it. âLeo screwed up, alright? He let you go. But that donât mean youâre replaceable. Not to me. Never to me.â
He saw the doubt flickering in Y/Nâs eyes, so he did what he knew bestâhe broke the tension. âYou seriously think Iâd risk getting chewed out by Leo just for a fling?â He smirked, his usual cocky grin tugging at the corner of his lips. âI got better taste than that.â
A soft laugh escaped Y/N, and Raph felt the tension lift just a little. âThereâs that smile,â he teased, nudging them with his shoulder. âSee? Told ya Iâd cheer you up.â
Y/N shook their head, a small smile pulling at their lips, but their eyes were still clouded with doubt. âYou really mean it, Raph? Iâm not just some⌠phase?â
Raphâs smirk faded into something more serious, his green eyes locking with theirs. He leaned in, his forehead resting gently against Y/Nâs, his voice dropping to a low whisper. âI donât do phases. I donât do half-measures either. If Iâm in, Iâm all in.â
Before Y/N could respond, Raphâs lips were on theirs, firm and passionate, pouring everything he couldnât put into words into that one kiss. His hands slid around their waist, pulling them closer, deepening the kiss as if to prove just how real this was. It wasnât rushed, wasnât fleeting. It was filled with a quiet intensity, the kind that burned deep, steady and sure.
When they finally pulled away, both of them breathless, Raph pressed his lips to their forehead, his arms still wrapped protectively around them. âYouâre not goinâ anywhere,â he murmured, his voice soft but filled with certainty. âAnd Iâm not lettinâ you go.â
Y/N leaned into him, their head resting against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as they let his words sink in. They could feel the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms holding them close, and in that moment, all the doubts began to fade away.
Raph shifted, lying back on the bed, pulling Y/N with him until they were tucked against his side, his arm draped over their shoulders. âYouâre mine, Y/N. And I donât care what Leo says or does, he ainât changinâ that.â
Y/N curled closer, their body fitting perfectly against his, the warmth of his skin chasing away the cold lingering from their earlier fears. Raph pressed a kiss to the top of their head, his hand gently running up and down their arm in a soothing rhythm.
âYou got nothinâ to worry about,â he murmured, his voice low and soothing. âYouâre not replaceable. Not to me. Youâre the real deal.â
Y/N looked up at him, their eyes shining with something close to relief, and Raph smiled down at them, his thumb brushing gently over their cheek. âNow,â he said, his voice soft but teasing, âyou gonna stop worryinâ and just enjoy this, or do I need to keep kissinâ you till you do?â
Y/N laughed softly, the sound making Raphâs chest swell with pride. âI think Iâll be okay,â they whispered, though the smile on their face said they wouldnât mind the extra kisses.
Raph chuckled, pulling them even closer as they settled into the comforting quiet of the room. He held them tight, making a silent promise to himself. Heâd never let Y/N feel like they werenât enough. Not after everything theyâd been through.
And as they lay there, wrapped up in each other, Raph knew one thing for certainâhe was never letting them go.
#my fic#x reader#tmnt raphael#tmnt leonardo#tmnt#tmnt 2012#raphael x reader#raph vs leo#raphael#teenage mutant ninja turtles
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NEVER the SAME
SUMMARY : Known around the world â a genius scientist named [Name][Last Name]. Everyone sought to be her as she was deemed perfect. A young prodigy that managed to climb up the ranks alongside her friends. She met her demise at the age of 35. It shook the world. Tears fall because of her. Will there be another her?
PAIRING : aquamarine hoshino x fem!reader
WARNINGS : implied deaths, stalking, drugs, slow burn romance, more will be added.
ARTICLE
THE FAMOUS CHILD ACTOR [NAME] YOSHINO SHOW HER GENIUS MIND IN A REALITY SHOW!
[Name] Yoshino got a mind that's an adult and make her way through the reality show. Making a name for herself 'The Child Who Can Ace Anything' . The child actor have become viral through her personality and talent. Her parent claimed that they are open to let their child go their own path in the future.
What will [Name] Yoshino show more about her talent in the future?
"An article about me..." You mumble while mindlessly eating the dessert that was given to you as reward by your mother. After the released of the episode reality show you were in, you got an article written for you.
'Well, it's only fair they do that for me.'
Your eyes were locked at the tv when suddenly your mother picked you up "[Nickname], do you like idol?" She said with a smile. "Idol?" You mumble the word while looking at your mother's eye. She looked at you dead straight in the eye, waiting for you to answer her question.
"Yes, I do like idols." Her eyes lit up and she snuggle you while squealing. Does she want you to be an idol? It seems so. That crushed dream of yours were never fulfilled as you were busy researching and helping the world. That's right, being an idol was one of your dream.
It's a shame you couldn't be that.
"You think too highly of me, [Name]. My era already ended. There will be no Diva Eden anymore. Who knows? Maybe it will be you this time." Eden, one of your friend in the world organization. She was the brightest star but it all ended. She muttered those word with a tint of sadness.
"I'm just a scientist."
"Do you want to be an idol?"
"Yes."
"Yay! I love you so much, my dear [Nickname]! I'll put in good word for you at a biiiiggg company!"
Was being an idol my mother's wish before? If it is for her. I could do it. After all, the reason I became a scientist at my past life was because I cared too much about promises and wishes â but, I don't care in the slightest. If I can top the world, then so be it.
Let's just fast forward to high school, shall we?
You're in your third year of Yoto Highschool and it has been three years you've become an idol. A soloist specifically. You got into a big company so it was natural you straight up turn popular when you debuted.
What people didn't understand was why did you choose the general program? You are an idol. The reason was you thought that you should balance it out. Being an idol is already tiring enough when people want you to act in a show too.
"Yoshino!" A male voice called out to you in a hurry. You faced him and tilt your head "What's wrong, Masaru?" He stopped infront of you and took a breath "Explain this." He hold up his phone up your face that you had to lean back.
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DOES SOLOIST [STAGE NAME] HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH MASARU AOI FROM THE IDOL GROUP X1?
People said they were seen a lot together at school. Students from there speculate they could be dating with how much they're together. Even in music shows they could be seen interacting.
"I don't know anything about this." You said with a neutral tone. "I'll make a live today to clear out this misunderstand and you should too." You added while looking at him straight in the eyes, he nod and stuff back his phone into his pocket.
"Then, I suggest we don't meet eachother as much."
"You're the one who kept 'bumping' into me. You're literally in the performing arts program."
"Geh! I'm sorry."
"I'll be going now."
Kana Arima was showing the twin around the school like that... To be honest, I don't what she was doing but you get the point.
She also pointed out some people from the performing arts program on who they are.
"That one is an actor."
"Those two are from a big idol group."
Something like that, of course she couldn't miss on one person that's practically more famous than her. She just had to point out that [Name] Yoshino was in the same school as them.
"And that big crowds of people looking at someone is [Name] Yoshino's fanclub. Are you surprised that someone like her is here? Well, you better be!"
"Welcome to Yoto Highschool! Oh, just a reminder that [Name] is on the general department." Kana Arima reminded the twin. To be honest, the twin wasn't surprised that [Name] was here. I mean, it was already leaked to the public on where she get education from.
But Ruby couldn't help but gush out of happiness knowing that she could meet [Name] Yoshino out in the flesh! "I can't believe I'm actually seeing [Name]! She's so beautiful! Don't you think so Aqua?" Ruby cried out of happiness towards her brother.
Then she realized something, it hit her hard into reality. She slump "She's in the general department and she's a third-year..." She said with a low voice before continuing "And you, Aqua! You're in the same department as her! I'm jealous!" Ruby exclaimed with the clear evident of her jealousy tone while pointing finger at her brother.
Aqua looked at Ruby with bored eyes, and looked at the crowd that is still gushing over [Name] amazing features. I mean who wouldn't, Aqua won't deny that she's a beautiful person. Especially after seeing her in real life.
While Ruby is raging over the fact that Aqua may or may not see her everyday from now on . "Can't we get to class now?" Aqua said, looking at Ruby with bored eyes. Ruby stop her behavior and agreed not before crossing her arms and puffing out of jealousy.
"[Name], that guy from that middle school has been staring at you for a long time, you know?" â â â â pointed out beside you, you glanced at your guy friend and glanced to the guy that had been staring at you. The guy noticed you know that he had been staring at you and look down blushing.
"Just let him be. It looks like he isn't the type of guy to harm me. No need to get too protective over me, â â â â . It'll be okay." You chuckle lightly, and looked at the sky.
Years later, you never thought that the guy from your past that was from that middle school would be your lover.
How lucky Goro Amamiya is...
A/N: hi, im back! it has been a long time hasn't it? life had been hectic but i managed to made one chp lol.
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Tell Me Iâm The Best
Tomie x wlw!Reader Drabble
I just want her yâknow. Yâknow?
TW for probably unhealthy relationship dynamics, possessiveness and jealousy. NSFW implied
You were sprawled in a stupidly large, comfortable bed, fluffy comforters almost devouring you. Music played softly over a radio placed on a dresser across the room, along with the soft hum of the bedrooms overhead fan slowly whirling in steady circles. The room was a mess, clothing and makeup haphazardly laying around. Several juicy gossip column magazines had been thrown around here and there. You had one such magazine in your hands, lazily reading the salacious dramatized versions of the latest love lives of the rich and famous.
You were in the room of your⌠well. It was hard to describe what you were. Girlfriend didnât sound right, and lover sounded stupid. Situationship, maybe? Friends with benefits except you donât see anyone else? There wasnât a name for being gal pals with a creature who regularly twisted men to her will, driving them mad with desire and in turn often getting herself maimed in horrific ways.
She was a monster, countless murders were because of her. What she even was was never spoken about. You werenât sure if even Tomie knew. You knew there were⌠others of her. She had been very displeased in disclosing that, as if you would run off to find another Tomie. Of course there wasnât a chance you would ever do something stupid like that. For whatever reason she decided you would be who she let hold her at night when she was so sought after, you counted yourself as the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. Not saying she didnât have her âquirksâ.
âYouâre really reading that when Iâm standing right here?â A shrill voice broke the lull, sharp and commanding. Lowering the magazine to look at the source, the most beautiful woman youâve ever seen was standing at the end of the bed with her hands on her hips. There she was⌠Tomie. The girl of everyoneâs dreams. And boy, did she look pissed.
Her perfect face scrunched up as she glared down at you. You just stared at her for a moment before using your quick thinking to deduce why she was mad (this time). Ah, of courseâŚyou hadnât watched her the second she came back into the room and dared to look elsewhere.
âOh, sorry. Didnât realize I wasnât allowed to read now.â You responded sarcastically, clearly not phased by her attitude. You were used to it.
âYou should be sorry. Iâm standing here before you, and you donât even look up? Youâd rather have your nose buried in a stupid magazine?â She responded with a huff and a roll of her eyes. You bit back telling her it was her stupid magazine in the first place, âWhat could be so interesting, huh?â
After that, you were jostled as she flopped into the blankets next to you. You laughed as she had to shimmy & roll a bit to get over to you. She was wearing comfortable clothes, a simple tank top and shorts that showed off her pristine skin. It was always a wonder to you how she had no scars despite the wounds you had seen her with. She has no obvious marks on her skin besides the beauty mark near her eye. God, you loved that beauty mark. You loved all of her.
Tomie looked disdainfully at the trashy magazine before snaking her way into your arms, head on your chest as she got into a position so she could read with you as you held the magazine out for the both of you. She was cold, her hand resting on your stomach where your shirt had ridden up. You didnât know if she did it on purpose, but she gently let the tips of her fingers slide under your shirt, just enough to rest her whole palm over your lower stomach. It gave you butterflies.
The two of you read through the magazines pages, laughing and gasping appropriately at the drama. You would both make comments (hers far crueler than yours) about peopleâs outfits. When it came to a page of particularly beautiful women in a fashion show, you feel Tomieâs eyes slide to you. This was definitely a test and you passed by quickly turning the page. Regardless, Tomie was tired of sharing your attention with the pictured women and she took the magazine out of your hands, propping herself up on her elbow besides you. She tossed it to join all of the other discarded items on the floor.
âEnough of those cheap girls. You donât need to look at them when Iâm here.â She was right. You looked over at her, opening up your arms a bit more to invite her further into your space. She leaned forwards, lips brushing yours. Her lipgloss smelled like cherries, her silky hair spilling towards you. Everything about her was intoxicating.
Your lips pressed into hers and she immediately sprung her trap. Sitting up, she pressed her palms against your shoulders to pin you to the mattress as she pulled away from the all too short kiss. Slinging her leg over your body, she sat on your stomach. It was a little uncomfortable but you were certainly not going to complain. After she was in position, she looked down at you triumphantly. If she was a spider, you were a willing fly walking into her web.
âThere we go. Now youâre looking at me, as you should be.â Her manicured nails gently caressed your face as you were looking up at her in clear admiration. âWell? Are you going to say something or just stare at me?â
âWhat can I say besides what you already know?â That was a rhetorical question. You knew damn well she wanted to - needed to - hear you shower her in compliments. âThat youâre gorgeous? More stunning than any of those girls in that magazine.. no, in any magazine.â
In response, Tomie hummed on top of you, her nails now grazing down your throat to run over your collar bone. It was also not missed how she lowered herself more onto you, giving a slight grind against you. That was encouragement if youâd ever had any.
âIâm so lucky to be here with you. You make my life as beautiful as you are.â You gently placed your hands on the sides of her thighs lovingly. Her lip twitched, her expression shifting minutely. She struggled hearing actual romantic sentiments. Being treated like a person and not an object of someoneâs crazed obsession was a new experience she was trying to cope with. You tried to continue the sincere sweet talking,
âI mean itâŚIâve never been with a girl like you-â
At the mention of other girls you had dated she snapped her hands down next to your head and got close to your face with her eyes hysterical. It had been blindingly fast, and the face she wore was chilling in an uncanny way, like it was something trying to be human but let it slip for a minute. It was small reminders like this that wouldnât let you forget she was not human, not in the slightest.
âTell me Iâm the best youâve ever had.â Her eyes were practically pinpricks as she bore them into yours. You shivered at the intensity of it, knowing the dangers of the woman pinning you down.
âYouâre the best Iâve ever had.â
After your breathless response, she dove onto you in an aggressive kiss. Her hands had practically morphed to claws as she grasped the sides of your face, sliding up to your hair as she caught your lip in her teeth, looking you in the eyes with that same crazed gaze. You winced as blood broke the surface of your soft lip, her blunt teeth breaking the skin with ease. She slid her tongue over your lip, unabashedly tasting your blood. Letting out a soft groan, her hands tightened again before she was forcing your mouth open with her possessive tongue now rolling around yours. Grinding down onto your hips, she was much stronger than she looked. You were both getting worked up, your hands clutching her soft thighs now. Tomie unlatched herself from your face, still keeping pressure on your hips.
âGood girl. Of course I am.â She smiled proudly, smugness rolling off of her. The iron taste in your mouth of your own blood lingered as she swiped a finger over your ripped open bottom lip. She collected your blood on it & had the gall to look down at you with disgust like it was your fault. âGross. Bleeding everywhere like that.â Despite that, she licked it off her finger anyways.
Even with her weight leaning on you, and you clearly trying to grind against her as well, she just sat there for a moment looking down at you. Her hair was perfect still, not a strand out of place.
âYouâre the best Iâve had, too.â Tomie admitted. It was a rare genuine moment from her. Without letting you process that one (AKA say more sappy shit that made her feel something) she leaned forwards again to lock her intense eyes with you. She smiled and it was off, a little too smooth, too wide, to be normal. It morphed into a wolfish grin as her breath brushed against your mouth.
âAnd I donât plan on letting you go any time soon.â
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