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4nyangnyangz · 2 days ago

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hey, emo boy! 🎸

synopsis: when you reconnect with your childhood best friend after finding out that he finally achieved his goal of forming a band, you’re introduced to their enigmatic guitarist—a man with an intimidating aura that both intrigues and unsettles you. a chance offer for guitar tutorial sessions brings you closer, and what begins as casual lessons quickly turns into something deeper as you exchange subtle yet intimate interactions. as your feelings grow stronger, so does the undeniable tension brewing between you, complicating a bond that was never meant to be simple.

pairings: guitarist!beomgyu x fem reader ; implied soobin x yeonjun??(just crumbs. don't expect much)

tags/warnings: smut but mostly plot, grinding, dry humping but no actual intercourse, use of pet names, strangers to lovers(?), beomgyu is whiney and gets jealous easily, soobin as y/n's roommate and kai as y/n's best friend, there might be more I forgot to mention- THIS ISN'T PROOFREAD!

wordcount: 13.8k.... i got carried away :((

fic below the cut!!

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“Y/N! You awake yet?” the familiar voice of your roommate echoes through the surrounding walls of your shared apartment.

“Ugh, what does he want now....” you groan to yourself while you sit up, stretching your arms. You were just starting to wake up from what seemed like an eternal slumber.

“Yeah, what is it?” you reply while yawning, trying to imply that you literally just woke up.

“Can you please buy some eggs and bread from the mart nearby? We ran out, and I don't feel like having just bacon for breakfast.” the voice from the other side of the door responds, lowering his voice and almost muttering towards the end. You still heard it, of course.

You get up from your bed, slipping a comfy t-shirt on and tying your hair in a ponytail as you headed out of your room.

You slightly chuckle at the sight of your roommate preparing breakfast while wearing an apron with purple hearts on it. You noticed that his hair was a bit messy indicating that it hasn't been long since he woke up too, and the way the cute apron looked slightly stretched against his bigger frame, knowing he was at least 6 ft tall, wearing an apron that was clearly not made for someone of his size was quite a sight to see first thing in the morning.

“Did you hear what I said?” Soobin, your roommate, says as he shoots his sharp gaze at you while you were observing him, noticing that you looked amused at his interesting fashion choice.

“I heard you, don't worry.” you shrug. Your smile fading after seeing his clearly unamused expression. “Is there anything else you need?”

He shakes his head as a response and gets back to preparing the ingredients for breakfast.

“Alright then, I'll be right back.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Soobin calmly says as you head back to your room to get changed.

As soon as you made it to your room, you quickly change into one of your favorite hoodies and baggy pants. You grab your phone after getting dressed and made your way out.

You were heading towards the local mart nearby where you and Soobin would often go to whenever you were missing a few items at home. You both would take turns doing housework, and it was Soobin's turn to make breakfast today so here you are, on shopping duty.

You scrolled through your phone with one hand while you stuffed the other in the pocket of your hoodie as you were walking towards the store. It was a 15 minute walk from your place, and you weren't going to get a lot of stuff, so you decided to walk. You knew you needed a bit of exercise to start your day, so this wasn't too bad.

Multiple notifications pop up at the top of the screen of your phone while you were mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. You didn't pay them much attention, until one particular notification from your best friend catches your eye.

(9+ unread messages from Hyuka)

Assuming it was something urgent, you immediately tapped on the notification popup as he isn't the type to send this much messages to you unless it's important, considering you just talked to him last night right before going to sleep. Your eyes immediately widen after reading the thread of messages he sent one after another.

Hyuka:

(hey y/n so i just woke up...)

(GUESS WHAT)

(WAIT NO DON'T ACTUALLY)

(THIS IS CRAZY???)

(YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THIS.)

(you're the first one i'm telling this to so you better keep this a secret for now, ok?)

(I actually can't believe this, wait-)

(So remember when I kept telling you I wanted to start a band?)

(you may not know it but I personally asked a few people at school)

(AND GUESS WHAT?????)

(you've probably guessed it by now ik)

(BUT I DID IT!)

(I FINALLY FOUND PEOPLE TO START A BAND WITH)

(I can't share the full details here yet but I'll def talk to you about it when we meet, kay?)

(See you soon, y/n! <3)

Your surprised expression soon turns into a smile of relief as you could almost feel your friend breaking into your phone and appearing in front of you if he could just to share the good news with you. You knew how long he was waiting for this moment and he was just so eager about wanting to start a band so he could finally showcase his love for music, and share it with the world.

Hyuka was the nickname you gave your best friend, Huening Kai. You have been friends with him for God knows how long, even to the point where his parents would even treat you like you're part of the family and your parents would do the same for him.

You had a feeling it wouldn't be too long before he could reach his dreams, you've always known that he was a genius when it came to music. He would write the most poetic lyrics, play multiple instruments, make the most beautiful melodies, heck, he even wrote you a song for your birthday that you really liked enough to make it your ringtone at some point.

Knowing that he has finally made the first step to reaching his dreams of being in a band, made you feel nothing but proud of him. You witnessed his growth throughout the years, and you knew that he was capable of so much that the world needs to hear the songs he can come up with and know how talented he is.

Before you knew it, you already arrived at the store. You replied to your friend's messages, congratulating him before placing your phone inside the pocket of your baggy pants. You grab a small cart before heading straight to the aisle where you can find what you're looking for, since you've already memorized the structure of the place after shopping here so often.

You grabbed a tray of eggs and placed it on your cart carefully. You add in a few snacks here and there, and soon enough you get to the bread section. You just chose the usual bread that you guys have at home, plopping it unto your cart. You continued to look around, picking up some of them to take a closer look.

After much thinking, you decided to get Soobin a different type of bread aside from the ones that he will be using for the usual breakfast toast. It's a known fact for you that Soobin LOVES bread, he would always bring some home for him to munch on and share with you whenever he could.

You took your time choosing which one to get for him, especially after remembering the frown on his face during your encounter with him this morning. You thought to yourself that the stress from being student council president and having to work part-time on top of that must be getting to him, so getting him a few snacks wouldn't hurt.

You recalled Soobin's favorite had a sweet red bean filling. You also wanted to grab one custard cream filled bread for yourself. Thankfully, those two flavors were right next to each other. You extended your arm to get the bread, since they were at the very top of the shelves, yet you couldn't reach the top, even after trying to get them on your tiptoes.

Feeling a bit embarrassed at your multiple attempts but still not succeeding, you looked around, trying to find some help as it was too late to just back out from getting them. Fortunately, you had found someone in the same aisle just a few steps away from you, who at first glance was definitely tall enough to reach the top of the shelf and get them for you.

Your eyes landed on a tall and lean male with long, dark brown hair resting just right above his shoulders. His bangs were slightly covering his eyes, as he slightly lowered his head to look at the product he was holding in his right hand. You immediately notice his unique sense of fashion as he was dressed in a somewhat eye-catching way.

There were layers of silver and black accessories dangling around his wrists, and his fingers were wrapped in rings. He was dressed in an oversized black tee with a huge print of what seemed to be a band logo in the front, and black ripped jeans held together by the gray belt that was wrapped around his waist. Your eyes dropped down to his leather boots that went just up around his calf, that complemented his overall fit.

Remembering the messages you read from your best friend earlier, you immediately thought to yourself how this man you just saw looks like he would be in a band just perfectly. You couldn't help but be intimidated by the vibe he gave off. You were late to realize it but you stood there, eyeing the stranger from head to toe, slowly admiring him from a distance.

“Never seen someone that's dressed like this before?” the stranger now in front of you says nonchalantly, not even sparing you a glance while still examining the product he has been holding which immediately puts you back to your senses.

You felt blood rush to your cheeks as you blink twice and immediately shake your head, as if you just snapped out of a spell. Realizing that the stranger noticed how you were basically staring him down, you quickly rushed to defend yourself, worried that he might have misunderstood you when you had no ill intentions.

“N-no, of course not! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare... I actually think you're dressed really well. I mean, your style fits you a lot-” you ended up blabbering about how you liked his style before you even realized it. Your mind soon puts you back in your place, reminding you why you even turned to his direction in the first place.

“Wait, no, that's not why I was looking at you-” you sigh, a huge wave of embarrassment taking over you. You were lost in your words when you hear the stranger laugh, finding it adorable how you were a stuttering mess after he caught you staring at him and merely asked you a question.

He finally turns to your way, making eye contact with you and you immediately noticed his sharp features, a hint of eyeliner resting under his eyes, and with a closer look, you noticed that he has an almost angelic face despite the way he presented himself. You weren't sure if it was possible to be more flustered than before, but you were definitely not prepared to have an encounter like this in your local mart, on a random Thursday morning.

“I'm just kidding, don't worry. You just needed help with getting these, right?” he says as he walks closer to your direction, looking at the top row of the shelf.

You wanted to ask how he knew, but you could only imagine how he saw your countless attempts to get them for yourself before finally caving in and ask for help.

“Yes, please. Thank you...” is all you managed to say, looking down while feeling another wave of embarrassment crash upon you once again. You're just glad he was aware of the reason you looked to his direction, at least.

He stood right behind you as he reaches out to get what you needed. He moves his arms just above your shoulder carefully, making sure to not accidentally hit you while he picks up the packs of bread with ease.

“Here you go.”

You turn around to face him as he hands them over to you. You slightly raise your head to look at his face so you could thank him properly, and he shoots you over a smile. You felt your face getting warm after your eyes met.

“Thank you so much, and I'm sorry again, I hope you didn't get the wrong idea... I didn't mean to offend you in any way-” you start off, trying your best to dismiss the fact that the small distance between you was making you really nervous.

“I wasn't offended or anything, don't worry. I was just joking earlier, so don't take it too seriously.” he replies as he gives you a reassuring smile. You smile back at him in relief.

There was a small moment of silence as you both just stood there in front of each other, not saying anything.

“My name's Beomgyu, by the way.” the stranger introduces himself first, breaking the awkward silence.

You felt relieved and glad that awkward moment didn't last any longer. You have been feeling a bit uneasy ever since your conversation started, after all.

“What's your name, pretty?” he adds, the corner of his lips forming a slight smirk, while making sure to meet your eyes.

Getting flustered was one thing, but Beomgyu just managed to make you nervous at every point of your interaction with him. You weren't sure if it was because of his intimidating style, his unreal, almost angelic features, his deep and raspy voice calling you "pretty", the small distance between the both of you or just the idea of him flirting with you was making your heart beat faster and louder by the second, but you swore he could've heard it if you didn't answer him right away.

“I'm y/n.” you answered, smiling back at him, trying to cover up how you were feeling all sorts of emotions deep down at that moment.“You have a nice name, Beomgyu.”

He chuckles at your response and frankly sad attempt before replying, “Thank you. I like your name too, y/n. Will I be seeing you around?”

“Well, I live nearby and I usually go here when I need to get something in a hurry.” you hesitantly reply, unsure if this was the answer he was looking for.

“Great. I guess I'll start going here often then.”

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks once again from his response, and you immediately break eye contact. You attempt to laugh it off before responding.

“Sure, I might run into you again.” you mutter as you awkwardly laugh before looking away. You wouldn't even dare imagine the thought of seeing him here again.

You hear him chuckle for a bit before responding back. “I'll definitely say hi when I do. Well, I have to go now, I have practice in a few minutes. Guess I'll see you around then, y/n?”

Part of you was glad that you can finally get out of this situation, you have been feeling so overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions for a while now and you swear you felt yourself getting physically weak at some point, but a small part of you was also feeling sad that your encounter with Beomgyu had to end there, you just didn't want to admit it, of course.

“Yeah, see you around, Beomgyu. Thanks for your help, again.” you finally look back up at him and smile.

He smiles back and waves at you before turning to leave and walk away. You smiled back, waving your hands until you saw his silhouette disappear from your sight.

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“I'm back. Sorry to keep you waiting.” you opened the front door to your shared apartment with Soobin and soon found him lying down and facing sidewards in the small sofa that could barely fit him.

He sits up after he hears your voice and immediately reacts to the smell of his favorite bread. There were times you'd question if he was a bunny in his past life from how he acted around his favorite food.

“Did you get the red bean filled bread? Or am I just smelling things?” he looks up at you, expecting your response. You haven't seen him this alive ever since you woke up today.

You smiled while nodding as a response. He immediately gets up from the sofa and heads to your direction, rummaging through the bags of food you just brought from the store and he has a wide smile on his face after seeing that you got him his favorite bread.

“Thank you so much, y/n! You have no idea how much I needed this. Sorry for acting weird earlier, I wasn't having the best day.” he mutters while fiddling with the bread, feeling apologetic from how he acted earlier.

“That's okay. I got your back, Soobs.” you assured him as you gently tap his shoulder, letting out a small laugh as you noticed him cringe at the nickname.

You help Soobin move the stuff you brought to the fridge and decided to help out with preparing breakfast. He swiftly whipped up two servings of French toast with some bacon at the side which the both of you finished in an instant. Although your roommate wasn't the best cook, he definitely wasn't bad at cooking either. You're just glad you won't have to worry about cooking and washing the dishes for today, at least.

Soobin gets up and brings the used plates and kitchenware over to the sink, and starts washing them.

You help out in cleaning the table while he does the dishes. Teamwork makes the dream work, indeed.

“Hey, Soobin?” you start the conversation while you were both cleaning up, just to avoid any awkward silence, or at least that's what you convinced yourself. It was totally not because you couldn't stop thinking about your short encounter with Beomgyu at the store earlier.

Soobin responds with a small hum while he stays focused on washing dishes.

You hesitated for a bit. You started to question yourself whether you should bring up what happened at the store or not, but you decided to go for it anyway. It's your roommate of all people, surely he won't make a fuss about it, right?

“I'm just asking this because I'm curious, but does the name 'Beomgyu' ring a bell?” you continued, feeling a bit cautious of his response.

You heard him hum for a moment as if he was contemplating something before he finally answered.

“Beomgyu...? I would definitely remember someone with that name, but I don't think I've heard that name before. Do they go to our school?” You weren't sure why, but you felt somewhat relieved after hearing Soobin's answer.

Soobin was right. Beomgyu isn't the type of person you would forget so easily, so Soobin would surely remember Beomgyu right away when you said his name, if they actually have met before, you thought to yourself.

“No, I don't think he goes to our school. It was my first time seeing him at the store earlier. I just thought you might know who he is, since you know a lot of people at school and you visit the store more often than I do.” you explain after realizing it might have been a weird question to ask all of a sudden.

“Well, why do you ask? Does it matter if I knew who this "Beomgyu" is?” he coos, trying to analyze the situation.

Now realizing that it might have been a bad move to ask Soobin about it, you immediately stop wiping the table to look at him. You just noticed that he was done washing the dishes and he was now facing you while leaning back at the counter where the sink was.

“N-no, it's nothing. I was just curious.” you mutter, praying he wouldn't ask you any further but knowing Soobin, you knew the conversation wasn't gonna end there.

“Y/N, don't tell me....” he pauses for a bit and raises an eyebrow. “Do you li-”

(Now Playing: Ariana Grande - Daydreamin')

Before you could stop Soobin from completing his next sentence, the ringtone playing from his phone echoes through the kitchen and you let out a sigh of relief. You're just glad you didn't even have to try and end the conversation. Whoever it was, they had called just in time.

Soobin also sighs, slightly ticked off that he wasn't even able to finish his question especially after he was now curious who this Beomgyu was that you brought up out of nowhere.

He slightly taps his hands at the sides of his pants, making sure his hands were dry before picking up the phone. He opens his phone and you noticed how his eyes widened and his expression changed immediately after seeing the screen light up.

“Oh, right- I HAVE TO MEET YEONJUN HYUNG! SHIT!-” is all he managed to say while he panics for a bit before finally deciding to answer the call.

“Hyung! Sorry, have you been waiting long? I'll be right there soon!” your eyes followed Soobin as he dashed to his room, making you laugh at his antics. You weren't surprised as this wasn't the first time Soobin would act like this, especially after knowing it was from Yeonjun.

You haven't met Yeonjun yet, but you've only heard so much about him from Soobin. From what Soobin had told you, you knew that Yeonjun was a model, he was older than Soobin, and that he's someone that Soobin "owes a lot" to. That kind of explains why Soobin acts like a switch had just been flipped and he's on alert mode when it comes to Yeonjun.

You finish tidying up the table and head to the sink to wash your hands before heading back to your room and changing back into comfortable clothes.

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“Here's your large iced vanilla latte, enjoy!” Soobin smiles, flashing his dimples as he gently places the drink to the small tray in front of him and hands it over to the customer. The girl standing in front of Soobin smiles back at him before taking the tray over to her table with her friends. You noticed her friends giggling and cheering for her while she makes her way back to their table. You let out a small laugh, thinking it was adorable that there are some customers who seem to like coming to the cafe just to see your roommate.

“The boss should really give you a raise. I think this is the third time I've seen that group this week.” You slightly nudged Soobin's shoulder and whispered, just enough for him to hear. He chuckles and shakes his head while feeling embarrassed, you notice his cheeks were flushed with a tint of red.

This scenario was all too familiar to you, and it wasn't a surprise that you've had multiple customers who visited the cafe for the first time, soon turned into regulars because of Soobin. As much as you didn't want to admit it, Soobin was tall and good-looking. He had the sweetest voice whenever he would talk to the customers, he had the most captivating smile that emphasized his dimples, all of which he was fully aware that he would use those to his advantage, and it worked like a charm every time.

You respected how Soobin was dedicated to his job despite being just as busy with his countless responsibilities as the Student Council President. You may have a hard time getting used to seeing this side of him, especially since he's your roommate, but you couldn't deny that he was certainly getting the job done.

You both turn towards the entrance of the cafe as the ringing of the tiny chimes hanging above the door catches your attention. Your attention is soon diverted to the tall figure entering the premises, along with two people following behind him.

“Y/N! Soobin hyung!” a familiar voice echoes throughout the cafe.

“Kai is just as cheerful as ever, huh...” Soobin whispers back, just enough for you to hear.

You greet the tall blonde with a smile, you felt your nerves immediately loosen up after seeing your best friend, Huening Kai. He was always such a comforting presence to you. It felt like the stress you've had from school and the hours of hard work you have been doing up til' now disappeared in an instant, after seeing him come to visit you.

You noticed an unfamiliar face scoot beside Hyuka, to get a better view of the menu displayed on the screen behind you. He was slightly smaller than Hyuka, he had black hair and he had boba-like round eyes that were looking eagerly at the screen, trying to decide what to order.

“I'll have an iced americano, please.” he said, turning to you with a smile. You immediately noticed how his features turned almost cat-like after you saw him smile. You smile back at him and nod, tapping on the small screen in front of you to take his order.

“How about you, Beomgyu hyung?”

You looked up at him again, thinking you might have heard him wrong.

Beomgyu? There's no way it could be the Beomgyu you thought it was, right?

You followed his gaze as he turned to the person behind him, and your eyes widened after seeing the third person standing behind the two men in front of you.

Talk about luck.

It was, indeed, the Beomgyu that you had in mind. The person you met at the store, wearing the exact same outfit you saw him in earlier. Except this time, you noticed his hair was a bit messier, his eyeliner was slightly smudged, and he wore a guitar case like a backpack, the straps looped over his shoulders and the case resting snugly against his back.

You thought to yourself that at first glance, Beomgyu does seem like the type to play the guitar, yet you couldn't help but be surprised after seeing him anyway.

“I'll just have what you're having, thanks.” he mutters while he scrolls through his phone, not even sparing the three of you a glance.

Did he not see you? Part of you had hoped for it, even though you knew that he would eventually, especially since Hyuka will be introducing you to the both of them in a bit.

You weren't too sure how to approach him now, after your first encounter at the store earlier. Should you just wait for him to talk to you first? Should you pretend to not know him? You felt the nervousness that you almost forgot about take over you again, and countless thoughts started to fill your mind.

“I feel like getting that too, so you can make that three iced americanos, y/n. Oh, and let me also get two chocolate chip cookies with that, please.” Hyuka completes their order with a smile, and you can sense that he was excited to tell you all about his new friends and the progress of their band.

You finish taking down their order and you repeat it back to them to confirm if you got everything correct before sending it over to Soobin. Hyuka gives you an approving nod and makes sure to thank you first before they head over to their table.

You head over to Soobin and you help out with preparing their order. You plated the cookies while he was in charge of the drinks.

“I don't think I've seen those guys before, are they Kai's friends from school?” Soobin asks while he fills the three empty cups with ice.

“I don't know, it's my first time seeing Hyuka with them either.” You shrug. Hyuka would usually visit the cafe by himself, and this was the first time he brought someone else that isn't his family. You glanced at their table as you continued to chat with Soobin but you immediately tensed up when you noticed that Beomgyu was looking at your direction.

Feeling embarrassed at the sudden eye contact, you immediately turned your head to Soobin, trying to hide your face that started heating up the moment you and Beomgyu's eyes met. You let out a nervous laugh as you carried on with your conversation with Soobin, hoping that Beomgyu didn't notice.

Soobin wraps up the order and nudged you to take a break in the meantime so you could catch up with Hyuka. You were about to refuse and tell him that you could do that after your shift ends in a few hours since Hyuka usually waits for you anyway, but Soobin insisted and he left to greet the next customer before you could say another word of protest.

Thankfully, it wasn't a busy day, and Soobin assured you that he could manage the work by himself. You promised him you would go back the moment it gets busy however, and he agreed. You would also cover for Soobin during the few times that he had to leave for something urgent in the middle of his shift, so Soobin would gladly cover for you too if the situation calls for it.

You took one glance at Hyuka's table and sighed. You were excited to finally catch up with your friend, but at the same time you were feeling nervous thinking about how it would go, meeting Beomgyu again like this.

You brought the tray containing the drinks and cookies they ordered and carefully placed it on their table. Hyuka gently taps on the empty seat beside him, signaling for you to come sit with them. You smiled at him before taking a seat. He shoots back a really cheeky smile at you in return.

Beomgyu clears his throat loudly, almost as if he intended to interrupt your little moment with Hyuka.

This catches your attention and you all turn to face him. You were surprised to see such a dark expression on Beomgyu's face, it looked as if he didn't want to be there.

“Alright guys, this is my best friend, Y/N. We've been friends for like, forever, that we're basically family now. Right, Y/N?”, Hyuka pauses for a moment and looks at you expectantly, and you felt a bit embarrassed, but you nod as a response, not wanting to let him down.

He smiles after seeing your reaction and continues, “And these guys, are my bandmates. The pretty one with the long hair right here is Beomgyu hyung! He's going to be our guitarist. I've only seen videos of him play before and I thought that he was really good, but after practicing with him and seeing it for myself earlier, I was even more impressed!”

You glance at Beomgyu's reaction and you noticed how he was basically turning red from the compliments and how enthusiastic Hyuka was about introducing him, that it made you giggle and he looked away while resting his chin on his palm as an attempt to cover his flushed face, feeling even more embarrassed. You were now especially curious to see how Beomgyu would play the guitar, especially after seeing your best friend shower him with praise.

“The cute one over here is Taehyun!” Hyuka adds and you look at the young man sitting across you.

“Please don't call me cute.” he looks at Hyuka straight in the eye with a serious expression which made the three of you laugh because doing that somehow just made him look even cuter.

“Alright then, my bad! The HANDSOME one, is Taehyun.” Hyuka retorts, still laughing

from Taehyun's response and emphasizing on the word handsome. “He is our vocalist! He's an amazing singer and he has exactly the perfect voice I had in mind for the songs I've made! Oh yeah, and he's the same age as us, but he's older than me for a few months so that technically makes him my hyung. But he insists that I don't call him hyung, so I just call him Taehyun.”

You and Taehyun exchanged smiles after Hyuka formally introduced you to them. You glanced at Beomgyu and your eyes met, which made you feel flustered. You still couldn't get used to Beomgyu meeting your eyes without feeling nervous.

You could make eye contact with Taehyun just fine, but not with Beomgyu for some reason, was it because you guys already met before Hyuka introduced them to you?

“And I'll be playing the drums.” Hyuka blurts out and you immediately turn to him with a surprised look on your face which makes him laugh. “What's with that look, y/n?”

“Nothing... I just thought you would be on the keyboard or you would play the guitar, too. I just never expected you to be the one to play the drums, really.” you muttered. You knew that Hyuka could play the drums, but it wasn't the instrument he played often so it was a surprise to you when he revealed that he was going to be their drummer.

He laughs before explaining that they needed a drummer, and he's the only one that could do it so he just went for it. He was just happy that he's finally formed a band, officially.

“How about you, y/n?” Beomgyu asks, and everyone's attention was on you now. “Do you play any instruments?”

“Well...” you were caught off guard by the question, and you weren't expecting Beomgyu to ask you that. You hesitate a bit before answering, “I know how to play the guitar a bit... Hyu- I mean, Kai, was the one who taught me how.”

Kai looks back at Beomgyu with an approving nod, looking quite proud of himself. Beomgyu on the other hand, raises an eyebrow, looking like he isn't satisfied with your answer.

“Really? We should play together sometime. I can teach you how, too.” he replied, raising the corner of his lips and forming a smirk.

There it goes again. You were starting to get used to the feeling of being flustered, nervous, and embarrassed whenever you spoke with Beomgyu. You immediately avoided eye contact after seeing how he responded.

“That's right, Beomgyu hyung is really good and I think he would be a great teacher. Plus, you're a fast learner so I trust you, y/n!” Hyuka adds, genuinely supportive of the idea. You saw Taehyun nod, agreeing with Hyuka. You laughed nervously, not even wanting to entertain the thought of how that would go, but you just couldn't say no to that now that everyone's basically on it. It won't turn out so badly as you're imagining it, right?

“Sure, maybe when we have some free time, I guess...” you muttered, in hopes of dismissing the topic there.

“Your number.” Beomgyu places his phone on the table, right in front of you. You look down at his phone, then back at him with a confused expression. “So I could text you when I'm free, and I can teach you how to play.”

You're just now realizing that there's no turning back, and that he was actually dead serious about this. You glance at Kai and Taehyun, trying to find some sort of way out from this, but to your surprise, you see Taehyun with a smile, giving you a thumbs up and Hyuka was covering his face with his two hands as if he was blushing, eyes wide, nodding his head furiously, urging you to go type in your number already.

Lastly, you look over to Beomgyu and he just shoots you a mischievous grin. Was this really a good idea?

You were hesitant at first, but you didn't want to make it seem like you were being forced to do it. A part of you was actually looking forward to it, you were nervous yet excited to imagine meeting up with Beomgyu, just the two of you, so he could teach you and you could play together.

You were starting to feel blood rush to your cheeks at the thought, so you immediately look down to face the screen of his phone and type down your name and number, saving your information in his contacts and quickly handing him back his phone. You were hoping they didn't notice how flushed your cheeks were.

“Y/N!” you hear Soobin's voice call you from a distance, and you turn to his direction, seeing a slight panic in his expression. You didn't realize how the cafe was starting to get full, and you took this as your chance.

“Oh no, its starting to get busier. I'm sorry, I need to get back to work, Soobin needs my help. Let's catch up next time. I'll message you later, Hyuka. See you guys around then!” you said, getting up from your chair in a rush and patting Hyuka's head before quickly heading back to help out Soobin with the workload.

Hyuka starts pouting after you pat his head, him and Taehyun starts waving at your back as you rushed to get back to work. You never noticed since you left in a hurry, but Beomgyu's expression immediately darkens after you left the table. Soobin notices this however, and catches the younger boy's glare at him, as if he did something wrong.

Soon after you arrive at the counter to help out, Soobin immediately thanks you and divides the workload.

“Was this a bad time to call you back? Sorry, it was starting to get hectic.” he whispers, feeling bad and worried at the same time, and he swore could still feel Beomgyu glaring at him then.

“No, no, it was the perfect timing. You saved me there, thanks.” you whisper back at him in relief, which makes him more confused, but he doesn't question it and the both of you continue working.

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A few days have passed since Hyuka introduced Beomgyu and Taehyun to you at the cafe. Since then, you and Beomgyu have been messaging each other. He would also visit the cafe along with Taehyun and Hyuka from time to time, and you have started to feel more comfortable interacting with him, it no longer felt like you were walking on thin ice whenever you talked.

It was safe to say that you were slowly becoming good friends with Hyuka's bandmates, and Soobin also had the chance to meet them at some point. After spending some time with them for few days, you had soon found out that Hyuka and Taehyun were classmates, and it was Taehyun who asked Beomgyu, who is his roommate, to join the both of them to form a band.

Before you knew it, you fiddled with the hem of your shirt as you stood in front of the door to Beomgyu and Taehyun's apartment. You and Beomgyu both agreed that you would be meeting him today for guitar practice, since you both didn't have school and you didn't have to work during the weekends.

You open the front camera to your phone so you could fix your hair and check your outfit one more time. You didn't want to show up wearing something too extra or too simple, so you asked Soobin for help to choose an outfit. You both ultimately decided on a cropped tee, high waisted jeans, and a pair of converse high tops that matched your outfit. You also wore light makeup to complete your look.

You have been standing in the empty hallway of their apartment for a at least 10 minutes, trying to make yourself look presentable, adjusting the length of you shirt, fixing your hair, and doing a quick retouch to your makeup. You were just making sure that you looked decent, it's not like you were trying to impress anyone, right?

After a lot of hesitation, you took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell and looked around while waiting for the door to open. You felt like your heart almost dropped to the floor when the door opens after a few seconds.

You look up and see a half-awake Beomgyu running his left hand through his hair, while his right hand holds the door open. He was dressed rather comfortably, it was very different to the usual dark outfits he wore outside whenever you met him in the cafe with Hyuka and Taehyun. Beomgyu wore a plain white t-shirt under an oversized black cardigan, and a pair of black pants. You were used to seeing him in his usual dark and "emo" fashion, but seeing a different side to Beomgyu felt new, but you liked it.

He greeted you with a smile before you letting you in and you followed him to his room. You looked around while you nervously stepped inside his room as he closes the door behind you. He had a bunch of band posters surrounding the walls of his room and you noticed he had a shelf stocked with albums of his favorite artists. You saw that he had 3 guitars displayed at the corner of his room, next to a desk where he had a computer setup. You couldn't describe it very well, but Beomgyu's room felt very him.

“You can sit on my bed, I'll go get the guitar.” he says as he goes to pick up the guitar.

You nodded and sat at the edge of his bed carefully. Your eyes followed Beomgyu's back as he prepares the guitar that he will be using to teach you. You started to tense up, remembering the familiar feeling that you've had during your first encounter with him at the store, your heart was beating louder and faster, and you were starting to feel nervous again.

You weren't expecting to get nervous especially after you thought you were finally comfortable being around with him, but the idea of you and Beomgyu being alone in his room made you feel more nervous than ever.

You've been to Soobin's room before to get a few things, and you've always hung out with Hyuka in his room countless times, but why did this feel different? Why were you so nervous about being alone with Beomgyu in his room when you were just going to get guitar lessons with him? The more you tried to think rationally and calm yourself down, your mind wasn't helping you.

The edge of the bed dips down at Beomgyu's weight as he sits down cross-legged beside you, carrying the guitar and repositioning it just above his thigh.

“You okay? You look so nervous.” he says with a laugh as he looks down while tuning the strings of the guitar.

How did he know? Was it too obvious? A hundred questions filled your mind. You were worried you might be overanalyzing everything.

“Y-yeah, I'm okay. I'm just nervous because I haven't played in years.” you answer with an awkward laugh.

That was one of them, but you couldn't possibly tell Beomgyu that you were nervous because you're alone with him in his room, could you? You hoped he wouldn't question you any further.

“That's alright. I'm here to teach you, so don't worry.” he assures you, looking to your direction and he smiles after your eyes meet.

You smile back, feeling a bit relieved. Maybe you were just worrying over nothing.

“Besides, Taehyun won't be coming home today. It's just going to be the two of us.” he says with a hint of mischievousness in his tone. “You won't have to worry about making mistakes, no one's gonna hear them except for me.”

The feeling of relief didn't last long as Beomgyu's words echoed in your head like crazy. You were already nervous even before he told you that, and now you couldn't calm yourself down even if you tried. Your heart was racing and you felt your cheeks heating up.

Beomgyu notices the change in your expression, making him chuckle. You look away, feeling more embarrassed that he's teasing you about it.

“Let's start with something easy. I'll show you first.”

Beomgyu starts playing the guitar, soon switching between two chords simultaneously. You turn to him, paying attention to how he plays. He starts humming along the tune of the song as he strums up and down.

(Now Playing: 505 by Arctic Monkeys)

He plays up till the first chorus, stopping right before the second verse. You clap your hands, genuinely amazed from what you just watched. Hyuka was right. Beomgyu was really good at playing the guitar, and you just saw it for yourself.

Beomgyu chuckles and shakes his head, feeling a bit embarrassed at your reaction. He hands you over the guitar, and you follow him, crossing your right leg over your left leg, and you position the guitar on top of your thigh.

“I really haven't played in years, so don't make fun of me, okay?” you mutter and he laughs, finding you adorable.

“I won't, I swear.” he then demonstrates how to do the chords, placing his fingers on top of his arm, mimicking how he presses the string of the guitar. “These are the two chords you need to remember, first Dm, and then Em.”

You copy how he positions his fingers and apply that on your end, pressing the strings eagerly. You look at him, trying to check his expression if you were doing it right. He tilts his head slightly, muttering a silent hum before moving. He scoots over right behind you.

“Do you mind?” he asks first, and you were taken aback by his actions, but you shake your head, assuring him that you were okay.

Beomgyu leans forward, finally closing the distance between the both of you and he slowly wraps his arms around you, placing his hands on top of yours, guiding your left fingers to show you how to do the chords properly while guiding your right hand to show you the correct strumming pattern. Beomgyu hums while he plays the song again, this time showing you how to do it on your end as moves your hands gently.

You thought you would be okay, and that you wouldn't mind since he was just going to teach you how, but now you couldn't think straight. All you could think about was how he rested his chin on your shoulder, how his deep voice while he was humming along tickled your ears, how gentle his hands felt on top of yours, how you felt completely enamored with his scent and how you felt his warmth on your back as he embraced you.

You're not the type to engage in any physical activity with anyone, even with your family or your closest friends. You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that it was your first time being this intimate with someone, and it was with Beomgyu.

You had hoped he wouldn't notice how you were basically starting to sweat from the nervousness, or how the sound of your own heart beating was louder than the guitar playing in front of you. You bit your lower lip, in hopes of hiding that you were having a hard time breathing from how fast your heartbeat was going at this point.

You were quickly brought back to your senses when you felt Beomgyu stop moving your hands and you hear him laugh.

“Geez, y/n. Were you even paying attention?” he slowly pulls away, gently letting go of your hands before moving beside you, leaving you almost frozen in place. You pull yourself together, clearing your throat before responding.

“Of course I did.” you replied, trying your best to sound normal. You were still having a hard time calming down and regaining composure, but you didn't want to get more obvious by the minute.

“Really? Show me how it's done, then.” Beomgyu says, flashing a grin while crossing his arms, paying full attention to you.

You looked at him nervously one more time before looking down to check if you positioned your fingers at the fret of the guitar correctly.

“If you do well, I'll grant one wish.” he offers, and you look up at him, raising an eyebrow.

“And if I don't?” you question. He wouldn't say that without having a catch, would he?

“Hmm... if you don't,” his voice grows deeper and more serious as he pauses before slightly leaning forward, not breaking eye contact. “Then maybe I should give you a little punishment for it.” he adds, the corner of his lips curling up to form a smirk.

You stared at him for a few seconds, trying to process what he just told you. After you realized what he just said, you were about to retort him when he cut you off.

“Nah, I'm just kidding.” he pauses with a laugh before adding, “We will just have to keep going until you get it right.”

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“Y/n- Y/N!”

You were immediately brought back to your senses when you started to hear Soobin's voice echo in the background, fading in as if you just started to snap out of something.

“Are you okay? What's going on? This is like the third time today that I've seen you spacing out.” he muttered as he puts his both of his hands on your shoulders while facing you, visibly worried.

“Y-yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that.” you mutter and immediately get back to work. You hear Soobin sigh before he took his hands off of your shoulders.

You rummage through the counter before looking up to greet the customer waiting in front of you.

“Good morning! What can I get for you to-”

You weren't able to finish your sentence as you lock eyes with Beomgyu, grinning at you. You felt your cheeks go warm and your heart skip a beat.

For the past few days, you just couldn't seem to get Beomgyu out of your head, especially after your first guitar session with him. It has gotten to the point that even your roommate has noticed you spacing out multiple times, which was unusual for you since you wouldn't usually have problems focusing on work, studies and even on house chores.

You thought you needed to pull yourself together when the source of your unusual antics suddenly appeared in front of you.

“Good morning, y/n. I'll just get my usual order, thanks.” Beomgyu smiles at you, handing over the payment for his order.

“I'm on it. I'll send it to your table in a few minutes.” you smile back at him, an attempt to somehow cover up the fact that you were getting nervous again whenever you were around his presence. He nods at you as a response before heading to his table.

You turned around to get started with Beomgyu's order when you notice Soobin looking at you, raising his eyebrow as he leans on the counter with his arms crossed.

“What?” you chuckled as you question the judging expression on his face.

“I think I might have a feeling I know what has been on your mind these days since you started acting weird... or should I say, 'who'.” Soobin replies and he made sure to emphasize the last part.

“It's really nothing, Soobs. I just have a lot on my mind recently, that's all. I swear I'll do better today, so don't worry too much.” you shrug, clearly getting at what he's implying to you before leaving the counter and working on Beomgyu's order.

You knew that Soobin would be the first to notice these things, so you wanted to stop the conversation there before it turns into another nagging session from him. You were reminded of the few times you noticed how he started to act like he was your father or something, especially when you weren't being yourself. You knew he always meant well, you just weren't in the mood for it at the moment.

Soobin stared at your back as you walked away from him, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. He averts his gaze over to Beomgyu's table, and immediately gets taken aback when he sees Beomgyu glaring at him as if he was about to shoot daggers with his eyes. Soobin scoffs at the sight in disbelief.

You quickly finish Beomgyu's order, placing two chocolate chip cookies and an iced caramel macchiato onto the small tray. You slightly fixed your hair before heading to his table while carrying the tray that had his order.

As you walked towards him, you noticed that he was on his phone with wireless headphones resting on his head, covering both of his ears. Sunlight spills through the window, illuminating the little table where he was seated and perfectly emphasizing his defined features. Despite his dark-presenting exterior, you can't help but notice how his face looks so angelic. It almost felt like you were observing a painting.

He notices you getting closer and turns to you, smiling as your eyes met. You smiled back, hoping he wouldn't notice the tint of pink flushing your cheeks. He takes off his headphones and puts them down to rest on his shoulders, wrapping around his neck.

“Here's your cookies and iced caramel macchiato, Beomgyu.” you carefully place the cup of coffee and plate of cookies on the table, making sure not to spill anything or make a mess. He thanks you and smiled at him as a response.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” you say while you hold the now empty tray in your hands, about to turn around when he answered, stopping you in your tracks.

“You.”

Taken aback from his response, you looked back at him with a confused expression.

Did you mishear what he said? The grin plastered on his face when you looked back at him wasn't much help when you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Sit here with me. Let's talk for a bit.” he suggests, tapping the table as a gesture to invite you to sit down on the empty chair across him.

“Beomgyu, I'm-” you were about to decline his offer when he cuts you off.

“I know, but you always make time for us whenever we visit, and it's not that busy right now.” he looks around, observing the almost empty cafe. There were only three occupied tables, including his.

“Pretty please?” Beomgyu mutters. You were taken aback by the shift in his tone, and the change in his expression, especially how he looked up at you with almost puppy-like eyes that could convince literally anyone, you thought to yourself.

You sighed before placing the tray on the table and sat down facing him, taking him on his offer.

“Fine, but only for a few minutes, okay?”

He smiles at you before taking a sip of the coffee you prepared for him. You noticed how his eyes widened after taking a sip and he nods slowly while savoring the drink, implying that he approves of it.

You couldn't help but giggle at his reaction. Soobin usually prepares the drinks while you're in charge of the counter but today wasn't a busy day so you decided to do Beomgyu's order. You were just glad that he liked it.

“So, where's Kai and Taehyun? Don't you guys usually come together?” you asked, a hint of curiosity visible in your tone. This was the first time he came by himself so you wondered if something had happened.

“Dunno. I never got to ask them. I'm sure they wouldn't really mind, though.” he replies almost nonchalantly as he continues to sip on his drink.

Not quite the answer you were expecting to get, but you didn't question him further. You rested your chin on the palm of your hand as you turned to the glass window just beside the table. Outside, the city wakes up, people hurrying past, but here, in the small and cozy space of the cafe, time feels like it slows down. A short moment of silence fills the air.

“Aren't you going to ask me why I came here so early?” Beomgyu mutters after a while, breaking the silence.

You look at him for a moment before saying anything. He also rested his chin on the palm of his hand, except he wasn't looking out the window, but facing you directly. It was almost as if he was observing you, and silently admiring your features. The thought of him gazing at you intently sent your mind spiraling and you almost felt like your heart was going to explode.

“Alright then, why did you come here by yourself so early?”

Beomgyu leans forward, slowly closing the distance between the both of you with his face still resting on his hand.

“It's because I wanted to see you.” Beomgyu replies, still staring into your eyes. His gaze was somehow intense, yet it felt gentle. His voice was deep and soft at the same time that it almost sounded like a whisper.

You sat there with widened eyes as a fluttering sensation begins in your stomach, like tiny wings beating against the walls of your insides. A mix of excitement and nervousness runs through your veins, a feeling that is only too familiar whenever you were with Beomgyu.

Your cheeks and ears were warm and you felt a weird sensation all over your body. You swore if he could come any closer he could probably hear the raging sound of your heartbeat by now. His answer pierced through your ears, and you were once again intoxicated by the effect he had on you.

You immediately turned away, breaking eye contact before you could completely get lost in your thoughts.

“You know you could still see me even if you went with the others, right?” you respond, a desperate attempt at trying to keep calm and handle the situation you were in.

“I know, but I want you to pay attention to me, just me. This is different.” he responds almost immediately, and you could tell he was serious despite not looking at him just by the tone of his voice.

“Well, you got what you wanted, I guess...” you muttered and you heard Beomgyu chuckle at your flustered state.

Your heart flutters, each beat echoing in your ears. You glance around to make sure no one, especially Beomgyu, hasn't noticed. The feeling is both delightful and awkward, leaving you wishing to disappear and yet wanting to bask in the sensation a little longer.

“Did you two fight or something?” Beomgyu asks and you looked at him with a confused expression on his face. You noticed that he was facing towards the counter, looking at Soobin. You realize that he was probably referring to what happened earlier.

“You mean Soobin? No, we didn't.” you answered and you heard a soft hum from him as a response.

“Huh... weird. It sure seemed like it.”

“He's just looking out for me, that's all.”

“Soobin.... he's not your boyfriend, is he?” Beomgyu mutters while fiddling with the straw from the iced caramel macchiato.

You blinked, momentarily stunned by Beomgyu’s question. The idea of Soobin being your boyfriend seemed completely out of left field. For a moment, you weren’t sure how to respond. You quickly shook your head, trying to clear up the confusion before it could spiral further.

“Uh… What? Soobin? No, no, of course not,” you finally stammered, trying to shake off the strange feeling of discomfort that suddenly settled in your chest.

“He's just my roommate. We're just friends, nothing more than that.”

Beomgyu looked at you for a long second, his eyes slightly narrowed as if he were searching for something you weren't saying. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he fiddled with the straw, and it clicked. It made you wonder if he was trying to figure something out, something about you, maybe.

Wait. Is he... jealous?

Your heart raced a little faster, and you couldn’t help but glance away for a second to collect your thoughts. Why was he jealous?

You had to admit, you hadn’t really expected Beomgyu to react this way. His usual carefree attitude seemed to have disappeared, replaced by something else. You couldn't ignore it anymore, the slight edge in his voice, the way his gaze kept flicking between you and Soobin, like he was trying to measure something.

“Beomgyu,” you started, your voice slightly shaky, “You don’t have to worry about Soobin. I mean, he’s just looking out for me like he always does. But there’s nothing between us, really.” You felt your cheeks heat up, and you prayed he didn’t notice how flustered you were.

His eyes flickered up to meet yours, but there was that familiar wariness in them now, like he was still trying to process what you were saying. “It just seemed like you two were...” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the thought. His eyes kept darting between you and Soobin, and you could feel his unease pressing against you.

Beomgyu cleared his throat, suddenly shifting in his seat. His eyes avoided yours now, focusing on the iced caramel macchiato in front of him as he stirred the straw absentmindedly, like he was trying to regain some composure.

“I... I didn’t mean to make things weird,” he muttered, his voice much quieter than before.“I was just asking.”

You blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in his tone. It was as if he was backpedaling, trying to pull away from the conversation as quickly as possible.

“No, Beomgyu, it’s okay,” you said quickly, your voice a little more steady than you felt. “I just… I didn’t expect you to be so concerned. I promise, there's nothing going on between me and Soobin. You don’t need to worry.”

Beomgyu looked at you briefly, but his expression softened, his eyes a little unsure. “Yeah, I know,” he said, shifting uncomfortably.“I just... I don’t know. It seemed like you two were acting weird earlier, like—” He cut himself off, suddenly aware that he was still digging himself deeper.

“Anyway, forget I said anything. I’m probably just overthinking it.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the flustered feeling bubbling up again. It wasn’t lost on you that Beomgyu was avoiding your eyes now, his usual carefree demeanor completely replaced with a subtle, almost embarrassed unease.

You couldn’t deny it—he was definitely jealous, even if he wasn’t openly admitting it. The realization made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t expect.

You opened your mouth to say something more, to try to reassure Beomgyu that everything was fine and that his worries were unnecessary. But before you could get the words out, Soobin’s voice rang through the air, cutting off the fragile moment before it could go any further.

“Y/N!” Soobin called, his tone light but firm as he approached the counter. “Break’s over. You’re needed back at the register.”

You blinked, startled by the interruption. For a second, you felt a wave of relief wash over you, almost like you had been given an escape route before the conversation could get any more complicated. You didn’t know what you would have said next, or if you would have been able to keep your composure if the moment between you and Beomgyu had stretched on.

“Right,” you muttered quickly, the words coming out a little too fast. You shot a glance at Beomgyu, offering him a small, apologetic smile. “Sorry, I have to get back to work. My break's over.”

You were about to stand up, already feeling the pressure of the conversation lifting, when Beomgyu’s hand gently wrapped around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. His touch was warm and firm, but there was an unmistakable softness to it, like he didn’t want to let go just yet.

You froze, your heart pounding at the unexpected contact. Beomgyu’s fingers felt like they had a quiet weight to them, as though he was holding onto something that mattered more than either of you had acknowledged.

“Wait,” Beomgyu said quietly, his voice just above a whisper. His eyes met yours, and there was something deeper there, something more vulnerable than you’d ever seen from him before.

“Before you go... just... I don’t know. Don’t think I’m trying to avoid what we were talking about. I just—”

He stopped himself, like he was second-guessing his words. You could see the uncertainty in his eyes, and for a brief moment, you wondered if this was your chance to clarify things, to make sure he didn’t misinterpret everything that had been said. But then, that familiar tension crept in, the same kind of nervousness that always seemed to bubble up around him. You weren’t sure if either of you were ready for it to go deeper, but the connection between you was undeniable now.

You gave him a small, reassuring smile, trying to hide the nervousness in your chest. “I know, Beomgyu,” you said gently, your voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to explain anything. We’ll figure it out, but right now, I need to get back to work.”

You felt his grip on your wrist loosen just a little, but he didn’t let go completely. His eyes softened, and you could tell he was still thinking about something, still processing everything you had said. He seemed torn, like he didn’t want to let you leave without resolving the unspoken tension, but at the same time, he knew he had to.

“Let's talk when you come over.” he said, his voice more steady now, though there was still a hint of hesitation. “Take care of yourself, Y/N.”

You nodded quickly, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment at the way things had left off. Before you could second-guess yourself, you gently pulled your hand away from his, standing up and walking toward Soobin, who was now holding the door to the kitchen open for you.

As you passed by, you stole one last glance at Beomgyu, who was staring at the table, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of his cup. You couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next, if his feelings for you were as complicated as they seemed, or if he would keep pushing them down.

Either way, you knew that things were changing. And for better or for worse, the dynamic between you and Beomgyu had just become a lot more complicated.

For now, though, all you could do was focus on your shift. Or try to, at least.

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A few days had passed since that awkward, yet strangely intimate, conversation with Beomgyu at the café. The words you had almost said, those feelings you were still trying to figure out—kept swirling in your mind, replaying over and over. You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d thought about it the same way, if he felt anything close to what you had felt in that moment.

Today, you were standing in front of Beomgyu’s apartment door, your hand hovering nervously over the doorknob. The familiar flutter of nerves settled in your stomach, but this time, it felt different.

There was a weight to the air that hadn’t been there before—the unspoken tension between you both, lingering after that conversation at the café.

You exhaled slowly, trying to calm your racing heart. You had been looking forward to this guitar tutorial session for weeks, but now, knowing that things might not be as simple as before, it felt harder than ever.

Shaking your head, you reminded yourself that you’d be fine. It was just a guitar lesson. Just like it always was.

With a deep breath, you raised your hand to knock, but before your knuckles could meet the door, it opened.

Beomgyu stood there, looking just as you remembered: casually dressed, his hair a little messy in that endearing way, and that usual glint of mischief in his eyes. But something was different this time. There was a small pause as his eyes met yours—just a moment longer than usual, before he stepped aside to let you in.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice soft but warm, though there was still an undercurrent of something unspoken between you.

You nodded quickly, managing a small smile, though your heart was still in your throat.

“Hey, Beomgyu,” you replied, trying to sound casual as you stepped inside, your hand lightly brushing past his as you entered his apartment.

The door clicked shut behind you as you stepped into Beomgyu’s apartment, the familiar smell of his space greeting you, but today, everything felt different. The usual easy vibe between you two seemed a little distant, as if there were invisible threads tugging between you both that neither of you could quite untangle.

Beomgyu didn’t seem his usual carefree self—his usual teasing smile was replaced with something more guarded. His gaze flickered to you, hesitant, before he motioned for you to follow him.

“Let’s go to my room,” Beomgyu said quietly, standing in front of his living room with his hand on the hallway door, as if he was still trying to decide whether or not he was ready to address whatever awkwardness hung in the air.

You nodded, biting your lip as your heart raced in your chest. Was he going to bring up what happened?

Was he still thinking about that moment at the café when everything seemed to shift between you two?

You followed him down the hallway, and the closer you got to his room, the more nervous you became. The space felt smaller somehow, more intimate now that you were both stepping into it with this new, unspoken tension lingering between you.

Beomgyu pushed the door open, stepping aside to let you enter. The room was exactly as you remembered it—his bed pushed up against the far wall, a few posters of bands scattered on the walls, his guitar resting on a stand beside his desk. Everything felt oddly familiar, but the space seemed charged now, in a way it hadn’t before.

You hesitated before stepping inside, but Beomgyu quickly gestured for you to take a seat on the bed, which you did, sitting slightly at the edge.

“Uh, so... we can just start the lesson whenever,” you said, trying to keep your voice casual, not wanting to acknowledge the tension that was settling into the space between you.

But Beomgyu didn’t seem interested in starting the lesson just yet. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, his arms crossed in front of his chest. There was a noticeable hesitation in his posture, a stiffness that told you he was trying to figure out what to say.

“You know,” Beomgyu started slowly, his voice quieter than usual, “I’ve been thinking about what happened at the café.”

Your stomach twisted at the mention of it, the conversation you’d tried so hard to move past resurfacing unexpectedly. You blinked, looking at him, trying to push down the flustered feeling rising in your chest.

“I, uh, I didn’t mean for it to get so weird,” he continued, his eyes not meeting yours as he fidgeted with his hands. “But I just—I don't know, I thought... maybe I was being too obvious? About, you know...” he trailed off, clearly uncomfortable, but you could hear the unease in his voice.

You quickly shook your head, trying to reassure him. “No, Beomgyu, it’s not like that. You didn’t make things weird,” you said, though you couldn’t quite hide the nerves in your voice.“It’s just... things have been a little confusing lately, that’s all.”

The words felt like they were floating in the air, hanging between you both. Beomgyu finally turned his gaze to you, and you could see the uncertainty there, the way he was searching your face for something—maybe an answer, or maybe just a sign that everything was okay.

“It’s not just that,” he said, his voice a little more serious now. “I—look, I don’t want you to think I was being jealous or anything, but... I was. And I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve been acting like a jerk, right? I'm sorry, y/n.”

You weren’t sure how to answer, your heart hammering in your chest. Hearing him say it out loud, jealous, made something inside you tighten. Was that what this was all about? Was that why the air between you two had felt so charged, so different since that day? So he really was jealous?

“Beomgyu...” you started, trying to find the right words. “It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. I just... I wasn’t expecting it either. I didn’t think you’d feel that way.”

Beomgyu’s gaze softened as he pushed off from the door and walked over to sit next to you on the bed.

His presence was warm, but there was still a tension there, lingering in the space between you. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly still wrestling with what he wanted to say next.

“I don’t want you to think I’m being weird,” he said, his voice quiet now, almost as if he were talking to himself. “But I don’t want things to stay awkward between us, either.”

You could feel your heart race in your chest again, the unspoken words hanging in the air, thick with all the things neither of you wanted to say outright. You shifted slightly, trying to find a way to diffuse the growing pressure between you both, to make the conversation feel lighter.

“So,” you started, voice just a little too high, “About today’s lesson... What are we working on? Did you want to go over that new song you were learning?”

Beomgyu gave a soft chuckle at your attempt to change the subject, but it wasn’t one of his usual playful laughs. This one felt a little more resigned, like he was unsure whether or not to just give in to the moment. He turned his gaze toward you, searching for something in your face.

“We can work on the song,” Beomgyu replied, but his voice still held that quiet, heavy undertone.“But, honestly, Y/N, I don’t want to avoid what’s been going on between us. I don’t think it’ll go away just by pretending everything’s fine.”

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint hum of the air conditioning, and you wondered if he was just as nervous as you were.

Finally, he sighed, and you saw his shoulders drop, as if he were gathering his courage. He walked toward you, but instead of sitting beside you, he took a step back, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” Beomgyu said suddenly, his voice low but clear. The words hung in the air like a confession, and you froze, unsure of how to react.“A lot. More than I’d like to admit.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you blinked, trying to process what he was saying. He hadn’t seemed like himself lately, and the fact that he was bringing this up now, in this quiet, vulnerable moment, threw you off. Was he really about to say what you thought he was?

“You’ve been on my mind,” Beomgyu continued, his voice growing softer but more earnest. “It’s been... hard to stop thinking about what happened at the café. I didn’t mean to come off like I was... jealous, but I guess I was. And I can’t pretend anymore that I don’t feel something for you. Something more than just friendship.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you blinked at him, your mind struggling to process the weight of his words. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“I like you, Y/N.” Beomgyu admitted, his eyes finally meeting yours. There was no teasing, no playful glint in his gaze this time. Just honesty, raw and unguarded. “And I’ve been trying to hide it, but I can’t anymore. I... I like you more than just as a friend. I’ve been wanting to tell you, and I feel stupid that it took so long for me to say it, but I didn't know how.”

You could feel your heart pounding against your ribs as his confession hung between you two. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker, and you weren’t sure if it was the proximity or the weight of his words making everything seem so intense.

“Wait... Beomgyu, I—” you started, but the words stuck in your throat. You couldn’t deny it—your heart had been racing every time he looked at you, every time you caught his gaze. The truth was, you’d always felt a pull toward him, but hearing him say it out loud made everything feel so much more real.

Beomgyu stepped closer, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to gauge how you were feeling. “I don’t want to hide it anymore. I’ve been worried, Y/N. Worried that you wouldn’t feel the same way, or that it might ruin our friendship. But I don’t want to keep pretending that I don’t want something more.”

Your chest tightened, a whirlwind of emotions crashing over you. You’d thought about this moment before, what it would be like if Beomgyu ever admitted he liked you, if he ever acknowledged the feelings that had been growing between you two. And now, standing here in his room, it was happening.

It was all unfolding right before you.

“I’m not asking for anything crazy, or for us to figure everything out right now,” Beomgyu said, his voice a little softer now. “I just needed you to know how I feel. Because it’s been eating at me, and I don’t want to keep pretending like everything is just... normal between us when it’s not. Not for me, at least.”

For a long moment, the two of you stood there, the world outside fading away as everything settled into this quiet space. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It was filled with everything you both hadn’t been able to say before.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the rush of emotions flooding through you. There was so much you wanted to say, but the words felt tangled in your chest. You looked up at Beomgyu, his expression uncertain, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes that made your heart ache.

“Beomgyu...” you whispered, your voice soft but steady. “I’ve been thinking about you too. More than I probably should. It's gotten to the point that even Soobin noticed, and that's... that's why you thought we were fighting that day, he was just worried because I was acting so weird. God, I couldn't focus on work because you kept getting in my thoughts.”

His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, you could see a flicker of hope pass across his face. You took another breath, feeling your cheeks heat up, but you didn’t look away.

“I don’t know what this means yet,” you continued, trying to find the right words. “But I don’t want to ignore it either. I... I like you too, Beomgyu. I feel the same way.”

The words felt surreal as they left your lips, but the moment they did, the weight you hadn’t even realized you were carrying seemed to lift. There was no more confusion, no more guessing. The tension, the uncertainty, it all seemed to fade in the wake of your admission.

There was a beat of silence before his expression seemed to shift, and a mischievous grin slowly tugged at the corners of his lips. The serious mood that had filled the room suddenly felt... lighter. It was like he was shaking off the tension, returning to his usual self.

“Well, well,” Beomgyu teased, leaning forward slightly as his grin widened. “I always knew I was irresistible.”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift. Your heart still thudded in your chest, but now you couldn’t help but laugh a little at his cocky, teasing nature returning. His usual playful energy was back in full force, and it made you feel a little more at ease. He wasn't letting this moment get heavy, and it made you realize that maybe you didn’t have to be so serious either.

“Oh my god, Beomgyu,” you muttered, trying to hide the amused smile creeping onto your face. “You’re unbelievable.”

He chuckled, sitting down beside you on the bed and nudging you with his elbow. “Nah, I’m just being honest. I mean, who wouldn’t like this face?” He exaggerated a pout, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mischievous glint.

“Alright, alright,” you said, rolling your eyes but unable to stop laughing. “We get it, you're so charming.”

As Beomgyu's teasing continued, you couldn’t help but notice something unusual. His eyes, which usually had that dark, defining line of eyeliner, were... bare. The usual sharp, bold look was missing, and for some reason, it stood out to you more than it should have.

You couldn’t help yourself—your curiosity got the best of you, and you blinked at him for a moment, distracted from his usual antics. “Wait,” you said, squinting at him. “You’re not wearing eyeliner today.”

Beomgyu froze, his playful grin faltering slightly as he looked at you, clearly surprised you’d noticed. For a brief second, he seemed unsure of what to say, and then, in true Beomgyu fashion, his mischievous smirk returned.

“Didn’t think you’d notice,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning back with an exaggerated air of casualness. “You'd have to observe my face really closely to notice something like this, though.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. “It’s just that, you always wear it. But today... you’re not. You didn't have eyeliner on during the last time I came, too.”

Beomgyu shrugged, his expression shifting slightly as he looked at you with a glint of something more thoughtful in his eyes.“I don’t know. Maybe I just felt like going natural today.” His voice was light, but there was a hint of something beneath the surface, something you couldn’t quite place.

You narrowed your eyes slightly, knowing he was trying to downplay it. “Uh-huh. So you just happen to forget your eyeliner... whenever you’re alone with me?”

His eyes flickered to the side, and he cleared his throat, trying to mask his slight discomfort with more teasing. “Maybe I just like the idea of being a little more... natural around you. You know, showing the real me and all that.” He looked at you with a playful grin, clearly trying to make light of the situation, but you could tell he wasn’t entirely fooling you.

You tilted your head, half-amused and half-curious.“Is that so? Or maybe you just don’t want me to see you looking too good for me.”

“Maybe I just think you’ll get too distracted if I look too good,” he shot back with a wink, though his words were softer than usual, his teasing tone lacking some of its usual edge. You couldn’t help but laugh, but you felt your cheeks flush a little.

“Right, because that’s totally what I was thinking about,” you teased back, your voice light but warm.“Honestly, I didn’t expect you to not wear eyeliner around me.”

Beomgyu grinned, leaning closer with a twinkle in his eye. “Well, now you know. And maybe you’ll get used to seeing me like this.” He reached out and poked you lightly in the side, trying to shift the conversation back to the usual playful rhythm. “Don’t be too disappointed, okay?”

You rolled your eyes, the hint of a smile still on your lips.“Disappointed? You wish.”

Beomgyu chuckled, clearly relieved that the teasing was easing the tension. “Okay, okay. Maybe I just didn’t feel like being all emo today,” he admitted, but there was a softness to his expression now, a kind of openness that made you feel like maybe this little moment meant something more.

You let out a small breath, your smile growing a little warmer. “Well, you still look good. Eyeliner or not.”

His grin widened at that, and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, I already knew that.”

You both shared a quiet laugh, the conversation turning into a more comfortable banter after the initial awkwardness had melted away. Beomgyu, now fully back to his usual playful self, leaned back against the bed with his arms stretched out, looking at you with that familiar mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“So, what’s the verdict?” he asked, winking as he stretched lazily. “Am I pulling off the ‘no eyeliner’ look or what?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You look fine without it, Beomgyu. But,” you said, your fingers brushing your chin thoughtfully, “If you really want to go back to your usual style, I could always do it for you.”

Beomgyu blinked, clearly taken aback by your offer. “Huh?” he said, his expression confused but intrigued. “You want to... do my eyeliner? Like, for me?”

You tilted your head as you looked at him, feeling a little sheepish but also excited to see if you could make it work. “I mean... I really think I could do a good job,” you said, shrugging a little awkwardly. “I’ve done my fair share of makeup to know the basics.”

Beomgyu’s eyes sparkled with amusement at your suggestion, but instead of teasing you like he usually would, he simply grinned and leaned back on the bed with his arms crossed. He gave you a thoughtful look, as if weighing your words.

“You really want to try it? Alright, I won’t stop you,” he said, his voice playful and low. Rising from the bed, he walked over to his desk, spun the gaming chair around to face you, and settled into it comfortably.

You felt a small rush of pride that he wasn’t dismissing your offer, and your hands twitched with anticipation.“Yeah, I do. I mean, you’ve always done it, so I think it’d be fun to try.”

Beomgyu smiled, but there was a glint in his eyes, like he was planning something. “Alright,” he said, his tone turning casual, “If you’re going to do it, though... you’re going to need to get closer. I don’t think you can do it from over there.”

You blinked, taken aback by his suggestion, but he wasn’t giving you much time to question it. Beomgyu raised an eyebrow and shrugged, his voice casual but almost inviting.“I mean, it’s kind of hard to get a good angle from the side, right? You need to be up close.”

Your heart raced a little at the sudden proximity. You had expected this to be a bit more... casual, but you weren’t sure why it suddenly felt a little different. Still, you didn’t want to back out now. You were genuinely curious about doing his eyeliner, and there was no harm in being closer for that, right?

“Uh... I guess that makes sense,” you said, hesitating for just a moment before you moved forward.

Beomgyu, noticing your hesitation, gave you a reassuring smile and gently patted his lap. “It’s really the best angle,” he said, his voice soft but with a slight teasing edge. “You can sit on my lap, you know. I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable.”

You froze for a moment, a little unsure, but Beomgyu’s expression wasn’t demanding. It was calm, almost like he was offering an invitation instead of an expectation. He was giving you the space to say no if you wanted to.

As you hesitated, Beomgyu's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he patted his lap invitingly. “Come on, it's the only way you'll be able to get close enough to do it right,” he said, his voice low and persuasive.

You felt your face grew hotter as your heart fluttered in your chest, but you tried to brush it off as mere embarrassment.

Despite your initial reluctance, you found yourself slowly making your way towards Beomgyu, your heart racing with every step. As you hovered beside him, Beomgyu reached out and gently guided you onto his lap, his hands on your hips sending shivers down your spine. As you settled onto Beomgyu's lap, you felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a dash of nervousness. You had never done anyone's eyeliner before, and you were eager to try it out on Beomgyu.

“Okay, go ahead,” he said, his voice low and soothing as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked on yours. “I'm all yours, y/n.”

Your hands trembled slightly as you picked up the eyeliner, trying to focus on the task at hand. But it was impossible to ignore the warmth of Beomgyu's body beneath you, or the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.

You began to carefully line his eyes, you notice how Beomgyu's gaze never left yours, his pupils seeming to bore into your very soul. Your skin prickled with awareness, and you felt yourself getting lost in the depths of his eyes. The air around the both of you grew thick with tension, and you couldn't help but wonder if you were reading too much into the situation.

Beomgyu would occasionally ask you if you were comfortable, if you needed to adjust your position, or if he was holding you too tightly. Each time, you would reassure him that you were fine, and Beomgyu would smile at you gently. The tension between you was palpable, but it was a gentle, simmering heat, rather than a raging fire.

You wanted to do your best, to make sure the lines were perfect and the wings were even. But as you leaned in closer to Beomgyu's face, you realized that your current position wasn't ideal.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” you mutter, looking up at Beomgyu with a hint of mischief in your eyes.

Beomgyu nodded, his expression curious, and you asked,“Can I change positions? I want to get a better angle and be more comfortable.”

Beomgyu nodded again, not thinking much of it. “Yeah, sure, go ahead,” he said, his voice casual. But as soon as you started to shift your weight, Beomgyu's eyes widened in surprise.

“Wait, y/n-”

You straddle Beomgyu's lap, your legs wrapping around his hips as you settled into a more comfortable position.“I'm going to need you to stay still, Beomgyu.” you taunt, voice firm but gentle, as you leaned in closer to his face.“I don't want the eyeliner to smudge.”

Beomgyu's face went bright red as he felt your weight settle onto his lap. He hadn't expected this, and his mind was racing with thoughts he couldn't quite process. He felt a surge of excitement mixed with a dash of nervousness, but he was determined not to mess this up for you.

You noticed how Beomgyu held his breath, trying to remain still despite the turmoil inside him while you continued to work on his eyeliner. He couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, he didn't want it to stop. He felt your thighs wrapped around his hips, your hand holding his shoulder for support, and the way you tried to maintain your composure despite your arms clearly trembling while holding the eyeliner.

He had to fight the urge to wrap his arms around you and pull you even closer, but Beomgyu was determined to let you take the lead and set the pace. So he sat there, frozen in place, as you worked your magic on his eyeliner. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he didn't dare move, didn't dare breathe, for fear of ruining the moment.

As you continued to work on Beomgyu's eyeliner, the tension between you grew thicker and more palpable. Beomgyu's resolve to remain still and calm began to crumble, and he found himself getting more and more agitated. He couldn't take it anymore, the feeling of your thighs wrapped around his hips, your warmth and scent enveloping him, it was all too much for him. He was drunk in the thought of you, and he couldn't bring himself to hold back any longer.

“Beomgyu, I'm done-”

With a muttered curse, Beomgyu's hands shot out and wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You let out a startled gasp as you felt yourself being drawn into Beomgyu's chest, your hands still holding the eyeliner hovering in mid-air.

Beomgyu's face was buried in your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispered apologies and silent curses. Your heart was racing as you felt Beomgyu's warm breath on your skin, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

As you shifted in Beomgyu's lap, your eyes immediately widened after you felt Beomgyu's strained hard cock, poking your core, and you couldn't help but let out a little gasp. You tried to pull away in panic, your hands pushing against Beomgyu's chest. But Beomgyu's grip was firm, as he held you close, his body trembling with restraint, as he whispered,

“Fuck, y/n- I'm sorry.... please, don't leave.. I'm sorry, I didn't-”

You felt your resistance begin to crumble as you heard his voice, breathy and desperate. You realized that he wasn't trying to hurt you or overpower you, he was just...lost. Lost in the moment, lost in his desire for you. You let Beomgyu hold you tightly with his arms wrapped around your waist, as he tried to compose himself.

You loosen your grip on your fists, slowly moving your hands from his chest up to his shoulders, and you let Beomgyu hold you. You felt his chest rise and fall with each breath, his heart pounding against your own. You didn’t know when it happened, but slowly, you stopped fighting the heat of the moment.

Instead of feeling embarrassed or self-conscious, you started to embrace it, letting your body relax into the tension and giving yourself permission to enjoy this closeness with Beomgyu. Before you knew it, Beomgyu's touch was starting to get to you, and your mind was taking you places.

“It's okay, Beomgyu... I-” you whispered, pausing for a bit to catch your breath as you started get lost in the situation too. “I'm not going anywhere.”

Beomgyu's lips were still brushing against your neck, his warm breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. The warmth in your body only grew as time passes, the both of you not uttering another word but your heavy breaths filled the air.

Your thoughts were racing, and a crazy idea suddenly pops up in your head. You hesitated for a moment, before biting your lip and leaning closer to him. Beomgyu feels you shift in his lap and your grip on his shoulder start to tighten.

“Um.. Do you want me to move..?” you asked him, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to hide your face in embarrassment.

Beomgyu's eyes snapped to yours, and he looked at you, feeling dazed with a mix of surprise and gratitude. “No, it's okay,” he said, his voice still low and husky. “I'll just...ah, try to calm down.”

You struggled to meet his gaze, feeling your cheeks heating up. “No, I-I want to..... let me help you, Beomgyu.”

Beomgyu's face turns red, and he looked like he was about to die from embarrassment. His lips parted for a moment to say something but he stopped himself before could. He looks at you straight in the eyes and you could physically feel yourself get weak, the ache in your already wet cunt only growing as he observed the mix of curiosity and eagerness in your expression.

After a few seconds, he nodded while his eyes were still locked onto yours. “Okay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please, y/n... I need you.”

The sight of the desperation in his face and his breathy, apologetic voice was more than enough to ignite the flame that was already burning inside of you. You held him closer, resting your chin on top of his head attempting to relieve the heat in your core as you tried to tighten the embrace of your thighs on his hips.

The slight movement from you sends a jolt in Beomgyu's body, and he bites his lip, trying to keep himself from being too loud as he holds you closer and buries his face on your chest. You let out a small gasp, your cheeks heating up as you carefully adjust your position, feeling his hard-on press onto your underwear from below your skirt, the friction driving the both of you crazy.

“Y-you sure about this, y/n? We really don't have to do this if you-” Beomgyu asks hesitantly as he looks up to you, with a look of guilt and embarrassment visible on his face.

“Yes, Beomgyu. I want to do this with you.” You replied with a smile, trying to mask the fact that you were also nervous about what was going to happen next, but you didn't want Beomgyu to think you were unsure.

You started off by moving slowly, trying to test the waters first while asking Beomgyu every now and then if you were doing okay, you wanted to make sure that you were matching his pace and the both of you were feeling good. You kept one of your hands on his shoulders, and you moved your other hand on top of his, that was holding your waist.

“Beomgyu..” you whisper, catching your breath before finishing your sentence and pressing his hand on your waist tighter. “Y-you can move..me- if you want..”

Beomgyu nods before leaning his head back on his gaming chair, grunting and hissing in pleasure. His grip on your waist gets tighter and more desperate as he moves you to grind on him back and forth.

The wetness of your cunt leaking through your panties, mixed with Beomgyu's precum that was already staining his pants, felt more prominent and made it easier for you to move yourself on top of him. The friction in itself was already driving you crazy, but it still wasn't enough. You wanted to do more for Beomgyu, and you needed more of him.

Beomgyu would give you praises through it, he would tell you how beautiful you looked and how good you were making him feel, and before you even realized, you were already drowning in the feeling of ecstasy.

Your heavy breaths soon turned into whines of pleasure, the feeling of desperation and need for each other was constantly growing. You felt your movements get sloppier by the minute as you felt yourself about to reach your high.

“Shit, y/n... I'm close... you're doing so good for me.” Beomgyu mutters while he starts to move your hips against him faster and more aggressively, looking straight into you with half-lidded eyes. You match his pace, gripping his shoulders tighter as you continues to chase out your high.

“M-me too, Beomgyu...” You replied as you ran one hand through his messy hair. The way he calls your name with his deep voice echoes through your ears and the fucked-out look on his face only riled you up even more. You swore you could feel yourself release then and there.

You slightly tilted your head, and Beomgyu immediately catches your drift, closing his eyes as you leaned in closer to kiss him when-

Knock, knock.

“Beomgyu hyung, we're here.” a familiar voice mutters from outside Beomgyu's room, just behind the door.

“Beomgyu hyung! I brought pizza~ is y/n here yet?” another voice exclaims, and you heard footsteps coming from outside the door. You were certain that it came from Kai, while the voice before him was certainly none other than Taehyun's.

You and Beomgyu immediately stopped what you were doing and froze in place with your eyes wide open, as if you both just snapped out of a trance. Beomgyu's expression suddenly shifts after his sudden realization of what was going on.

“Oh fuck, I forgot I invited them to come over today...”

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caterkinnie · 19 hours ago

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I saw that your askbox was open. If i may, can you write a continuation of this ( Reader who cannot lie is put in an awkward situation...) with the rest of the dormleaders. It's so cute kasi eh. Also, can you include Rook, Sebek, and Jade in the place of Idia, Azul and Vil. Thx

Reader who cannot lie is put in an awkward situation...

❥ ⌗ Characters: Rook Hunt, Sebek Zigvolt, Jade Leech.

❥ ⌗ Tags: not really proofread. rook being silly. sebek being sebek. jade being cute<3

❥ ⌗ a/n: hiiiiii i started this blog when i was 15 and now im 18. crazy right???? happy new year!!!! sorry if its a bit awkward. its been a LONG time since I wrote for these characters.... tysm for your request!

Oh, it's Rook's fault this happened and he knows it.

You two were just having fun, he invited you to the forest just to walk around and relax. It was the sort of activity he'd love doing with you.

The two of you were completely alone, Rook loved to show you around his favorite hidden places, places that you imagine no one has seen before other than him….

And he was happy to do so, it was something you've done millions of times with him.

imagined he was hiding something, as his smile was a little bit too wide, his eyes were a little bit too mischievous. You knew when he was planning to mess up with you.

You were not expecting him to ask if you had a crush on anyone though.

“Eh?! What… Yes you do know him but…. ahh!! Yes, he's blond, why do you ask????”

He was giggling as he asked question after question…

What's his eye color? In what club is he? Is he from Pomefiore? How good is he as a hunter.

“Ah~ Mon cheri, don't get mad at me. I fear I know how you must be talking about… although, I imagine the feelings are reciprocated… Oh, such a beautiful expression you have!”

He has way too much fun with your quirk.

In this case, it wasn't directly to Sebek…

Lilia Vanrouge was extremely curious about you, as Sebek had never shown any interest in friendships with anyone. Let alone spending the amount of time he does with you, and even hesitating when he has to choose between aiding Malleus and having fun with you!

No one else had that effect on him, and you deep down knew it but… as a human, would he ever like you back? Would he feel ashamed to love you? Those questions plagued your mind, and stopped you from pursuing the kind hearted fae…

“What? If I like him…? ah… well… he's really sweet and- and…. Ah!!! Maybe a tiny bit but don't tell him!”

“AH?!?!?!”

And then you heard a loud scream of confusion from outside the door.

One you unfortunately recognized instantly.

Lilia chuckled as the door was bursted open, and Sebek was in front of you, his face was red… he wanted to say something… but something weird happened… He was at a loss for words!

You tried to explain yourself but…

“FOOLISH HUMAN! It's- it's bad manners to speak of someone behind their back! If….. If you wished to… If you wished to talk about those feelings, you must have told me directly, IF NOT THEN HOW COULD I PROPERLY COURT YOU?”

You were trying to impress Jade, but maybe you should have gone with a letter or some kind of book about fungi…

You've never cooked octopus before, and the cooking book wasn't helping at all either!

It seemed easy in theory… but you've tried it a million times and it still is not something you'd want to give to him!

He has really exquisite tastes! And if you mess it up maybe you'll mess this chance with him…

Or maybe you're overthinking.

Right as you were tried to finish the dish (which you were unsatisfied with the presentation and overall taste) you heard a chuckle from behind you.

“My, my… Are my eyes seeing this correctly? Who are you making this for?”

“...Of course it's for you.” No, dang it!

“And why, may I ask? what's the occasion?” His voice had a confused pitch, but his smirk gave it away. He was extremely amused by your attempts.

“....I though… maybe I could gift you this and then ask you out on a date….” No!! Why did you say that????

“...Fuhuhu… You're overcomplicating it… Maybe next time we can try to do it together? I can give you a few tips as well…. since it seems you've been trying for a few days, that is…”

He knew all of this time?!

Wait, is that a date?!

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olenoidedserratuspilled · 3 days ago

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You spent this entire response talking about how, unfortunately, I wouldn't read it and surely I would block you

Because that is genuinely what I expected, and genuinely what the more long-term productive move in your end is.

and then at the end you basically asked me not to respond. Lol.

Yes, because I don't believe this conversation is productive to either of us, especially when you yourself stated that it's besides your original point. Keep reading if you like, but I know you are not going to shift on your stance, and neither am I in mine.

None of the examples you gave are using man-hating as a cover for anything, at least not successfully.

Emphasis on "Not successfully". The notes on all of those posts were full of the OOPs and their defenders arguing how their takes shouldn't be considered racist because they're only targeted men.

But women don't ask people not to complain about cisness or whiteness or wealth, just to stop singling out women and being misogynistic.

And I never said women should not complain about men. Only that the statement that TERFs like men is incorrect (it is), and that there very much are people who use man-hating to excuse actual bigotry to themselves and to their peers (there are).

Everyone else can complain about their oppressors, but women can't, because someone somewhere might use man-hating as a justification for something else.

I never said that. I only pointed out that it's something that happens, that it's something TERFs specifically do, and that it's a reason why the notion that TERFs like men is wrong.

If a woman makes a post about misogyny and singles out Indian men, it might because she's racist or it might be because she lives in India.

I wanna ask you if you saw any of the screenshots I posted and thought "Well, maybe that OOP is part of the racial minority they singled out". I don't think you did, because people talking about a racial minority they're part of tend not to paint them as demons or deserving of violence and death.

TERFs on the other hand, do that, and it is racist to do that. Pointing that out was the point of my post, and nothing else.

There is a long history of women of color being pressured to stay silent about misogyny within their own communities using the reasoning that the community must be united and any negativity will give ammo to racists. This puts women of color in a really difficult situation. It also serves to prevent them from forming solidarity with other women.

That's true, yes. It's also entirely unrelated to anything I said. Women of color are free to speak up against misogyny from men of color as long as they neither A) single them out as being somehow innately worse than white men (like the posts I showed) nor B) paint them as deserving of racially motivated violence for behaviors that aren't exclusive to their race (like the posts I showed).

Man-hating is not a good proxy for other kinds of bigotry.

Sure. It doesn't mean people don't use it as one. All I did was point out that they do.

You focused a lot on whether or not TERFs like men, which was really tangential to the actual point of this post.

Did you read the tags I was responding to? Because I was responding to a tag saying that TERFs like men. I focused on that because that's the statement I was responding to.

"TERFs like men actually" was referring to their eagerness to form relationships with right wing cis men to gain political power.

Right, so you can agree TERFs don't actually like men (especially not POC men), and that saying they do is just factually wrong. If you can agree with that statement, then you agree with my point, because that's the only point I'm making. You're also not the one who wrote those tags, so you don't know what their person meant.

Also, before it finally got taken down, a decent number of the posts on the TERF subreddit were from cis men claiming to be radical feminist allies who the TERFs gleefully and hypocritically pointed to as "one of the good ones" while they bonded over hating trans women.

Again, not remotely related to what I said. If what I posted doesn't count as evidence of TERFs disliking men, why should posts from a dead subreddit count towards evidence of them liking them? Didn't you just say this was just tangentially related to your post? If so, why is not conceding to that point seemingly so important?

TERFs live in the same society as everyone else (unfortunately) and in a society as patriarchal as ours, few people really hate men as much as they think they do.

Cool that you can read TERFs minds I guess, especially when I didn't think there'd be anything to read in there, but in my experience when somebody says something it's because they meant to say it.

Using man-hating as a shield for bigotry doesn't make a lot of sense because man-hating isn't socially accepted just about anywhere. It always gets pushback.

It is in TERF circles, and while TERFs do have many racist tendencies, a lot of them still at least performatively frown upon bold-faced racism that doesn't have "men" attached to it. They use man-hating as a shield for bigotry in the circles where it is socially accepted, and to justify it to themselves. That is the only point I'm making.

And TERFs spend a lot of time with the far right, where hating men is certainly not acceptable.

And they don't use man-hating rhetoric with them. They use it with themselves, with each other and to outsiders that are still receptive to it.

I don't know where you live, but on the anglophone internet man-hating is not generally accepted. And even when you do hear "I hate men," the power dynamics of patriarchy are such that it's just not a real problem.

Notice how I never said it is. That is just not a thing that I said. I only ever said that TERFs, specifically, hate men and use man-hating to excuse their own bigotry. You say you didn't mean to put words in my mouth, but you keep doing just that.

Quite often in hate movements like that, the ideology is a post-hoc justification for the bigotry. So the logic of men oppress women -> trans women are men -> trans women are bad because they oppress [cis] women may be what TERFs say but it's often not an honest representation of their thought process.

It is how they justify their thought process to themselves, to each other and to those they want to recruit, however. That is what I'm describing. That's the point I'm making.

TERFs will even say, disingenuously of course, that it would be fine if trans women would only live as gender non-conforming gay men. It's transness that transphobes despise, the act of existing while trans.

Yes, I'm aware. I've never said that wasn't the case, only that TERFs will use man-hating as a post-hoc justification for their own transphobia.

In general, a post that singles out transmascs is probably not okay, because the relevant part is that they are trans, and being cruel to trans people is… wait for it… transphobic.

Yes it is. It's transphobia that is being rationalized by the people doing it as acceptable because they're singling out men. That's the thing that I said is happening.

but that's an intracommunity issue that I'm honestly not qualified to speak on, because I'm cis. I only bring it up because I've dealt with analogous intracommunity in some communities I am a member of; it's a fairly universal concern but the particulars here are outside my lane.

That's cool, trans men still have to deal with takes like these, though:

These are people using man-hating to excuse their rancid behavior towards trans men. That is exactly the situation I described, and the one you claimed doesn't make sense and doesn't happen. And that you replied to by saying man-hating isn't a real problem - which is not a thing I said at any point, ever. Here or elsewhere.

I am not saying man-hating is a real problem

I am not saying you should not be allowed to do it

What I am saying is this:

A) Bad-faith actors have and continue to use it to excuse actual forms of bigotry. Even if you don't think they count, I've shown proof of it.

B) Whether or not it is relevant to the discussion, the statement of "TERFs like men actually" is just not factually true.

If this is what you wanted to read, I'll gladly say I agree with your original post's point. I simply reblogged to disagree with one person on the tags who said that TERFs like men, because that pure and simply isn't true.

If you're done putting words in my mouth, I do think we should stop talking here, because this is only tangentially related to your original point and fighting each other is a waste of time.

But I know you're not going to read this. And that you're not done putting words in my mouth.

Something I want this website specifically to reflect on! Are you mad at women for talking about men the same way you talk about cishets or neurotypicals? Why?

#discourse #long

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slimybeth69 · 24 hours ago

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Rating: excplict

thanks to @bonezone44 for this idea- if people like this I might make it into a fun little series

Summary: After the civilized world you once knew came to an end-- the men that survived... well they just take, take, take. Growing tired of having things taken from you-- you have a hankerin' to take somethin' for yourself... and make him perfect.

warnings: reader is crazy, joel is a non willing participant-- at first. heavy on the non-con/dub-con. Eventual punishment, cockwarming, snuggling, pet names (for joel) unprotected p in v. so many more if I keep going with this.

This is just a little drabble I wrote to go along with that stupid thing I made in canva.

Oh boy. Mister-man has some big feelings, and he's trying to let you know.

He is struggling— like, so fucking hard, against his bonds that tether him to the chair by ropes that are cutting deep into the skin on his wrists.

You lean in close, pointing to your right eye, which is still black and blue, but thankfully not as swollen anymore, and frown at him. "This hurt!" You exclaim. "It hurt so bad, and you said you were gunna be nice. Why'd ya' lie t'me?"

His eyes are blown wide with fury and desperation. But he cannot scream, his voice muffled by the duct tape stretched tight across his mouth. Clad in only boxer shorts, a thin t-shirt, and socks, he looks vulnerable and exposed.

It's so fucking sexy.

He's still really mad; which sucked!

"I thought after three weeks you'd be begging me to take you upstairs, honey," you purr seductively, taking a step behind him, out of his line of sight. "Instead you hit me!?" You give Joel a good thwack against the side of his head with your open hand.

Not enough to really hurt him— that's coming soon— but enough to let him know to cut the shit. It's getting old, and now you want a fun, willing participant to play with you… and not someone who is going to act like they don't like… all this.

Joel grumbles something from behind the duct tape and it's honestly lost of deaf ears because you don't care for what he has to say right now, it's never nice or sweet. It's always mean— that's why he's got the duct tape on.

Soon.

Soon the big-dumb-idiot will be singing your name, happily, and without restraints.

He's just gotta wear something else first.

You slip the shock collar around his thick neck while you're still behind him.

He doesn't like it, at all. He thrashes and writhes, and makes a desperate, pleading groan from behind deep in his throat.

"Well, you wanna act like all them other dogs out there, you're gon' get treated like one," you press a kiss to the top of his skull, and pull back before he can rear his head forward and smash it against your nose.

He's going to try-- he always does.

Slowly, you wind your way around him, trailing a finger along his sweat-slick forehead and crawl into his lap. He struggles at first, until he sees the remote in your hand.

"Gonna zap all the bad outta you… make you perfect for me." You sigh, wrapping your arms around your neck. "Have an idea...for how you can hug me-- and not hit me."

To be continued...?

tagging people that showed interest--- @lilac-boo @gothcsz @sp00kymulderr @xdaddysprincessxx @pedrospookie @almostempty @creepycorbeaux

tell me if I should go on??

thanks to @saradika-graphics for the dividers.

#joel miller tlou #pedro pascal characters #joel miller x reader #crazy reader #kidnapped Joel #maybe dead dove #so #don't eat it #joel is angry about this yall

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cheapshrimpysheep · 2 days ago

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2 Hot Chocolates & a Fortune Cookie

SUMMARY: “Never forget to tell people how much you love them. They may not know.” is what is written on the little piece of paper in your fortune cookie. But maybe the boy who gave you the cookie feels that these two phases applies to him too.

CHARACTERS: Deuce Spade / Kalim Al-Asim

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Kiss

WARNING: Spoilers from "Sam's New Year Sale"

WORD COUNT: An average of 1.180 words per character.

COMMENTS: I like to write things based on the cards and I wanted to write something with the New Year's cards but I never thought of anything good enough. Until I reread the story looking for an idea and here it is.

I hope you all enjoy 🥠 And Happy New Year! 🎉

About the currency in Twisted Wonderland: From what I understand, on the JP server the Madols would be the equivalent of Japanese Yen while on the ENG server the Thaumarks would be the equivalent of US dollars. Which personally makes it easier for me to tell whether something is expensive or not in this world.

P.S.: In the second Sam's New Year Sale event, Vil is the one who says that the Mystery Bags cost 40 Thaumarks.

CONTEXT: You even thought about buying one of Sam's mystery bags, but when you saw all the commotion that there was every day in that store, plus the fact that the bags cost 40 Thaumarks (and it's not like you could afford to spend that much on a simple bag considering the money Crowley gives you), you ended up giving up on the idea and not even going to Sam's store to say hi to Deuce and Kalim.

It was evening and you were in the lounge of Ramshackle Dorm when you heard someone knocking on the door. You open it and see Deuce still in his New Year's Attire.

“Good evening, (Y/N). Sorry to show up so late, but I wanted to give you one of these.” He hands you one of Sam's mystery bags. “I bought one and saved it for you. You never went to the store, did you? Neither Kalim nor I saw you. I thought maybe you were too busy or couldn't make it because it was always full. But I thought you might like to receive one. ...Hm? Oh, don't worry, you don't have to pay me back. It can be a New Year's gift for you. Open it! I'm curious to see what you got.”

You thank him, take the bag and open it. You take out a large box that says ‘Hot Chocolate Kit’. In the box there is a bag of mini marshmallows, a packet of chocolate powder, a bag of cookies and two edible spoons.

“Did you like it? I'm glad. Since it’s random, people often receive things that have nothing to do with their tastes. But who wouldn't like a hot chocolate in this cold?”

You put that box down on the entrance table and take out a second box which is a set of matching winter themed mugs. You suggest to Deuce to use those new mugs with you and taste that hot chocolate together.

“I would love to!” He accepts with a smile. “I'll help you prepare it. I hope we can make a third mug for Grim too, otherwise he'll be mad at us.”

But you see something else inside the bag, it looks like shiny paper. You put the box with the mugs on the entrance table too, put your hand back inside the bag and take out a golden ticket.

“It can't be!” Deuce is shocked! “It’s an Amazing Ticket! So they really are true!” He is very happy and excited for you. “You don't know what it is? The students were crazy about Sam's mystery bags because of this. From what Jamil-senpai told us these are tickets you can trade for any one thing in the Mystery Shop. And there's no price limit. You can trade it for literally anything in the store! This is the first time I've seen one. You're so lucky! That’s awesome!”

You feel a little guilty because it was Deuce who paid the 40 Thaumarks for that bag. So you try to give him that ticket.

“What? No! The ticket is yours. I gave you the bag as a gift. I made enough money from this gig to buy what I wanted, don't worry. If you were lucky enough to get it, it means you deserve it. Really, keep it and buy whatever you want.” He gives you an encouraging smile. “Oh! One more thing.” He takes a small bag out of his pocket and takes out a fortune cookie and gives it to you. “Don't worry, these were free to any customer in the store.”

You take the cookie, break it in half, take out the paper inside, give one half to Deuce and keep the other for yourself.

“Never forget to tell people how much you love them.” You read the message on the paper. “They may not know.”

Deuce chokes on the cookie but quickly recovers.

“Y-yeah, I'm fine. Sorry.” He chuckles awkwardly.

You jokingly ask if he forgot to tell his mother that and he laughs awkwardly again.

“Ha ha, no, I always end my calls telling her I love her." He gets a little embarrassed by this statement, but he continues. "W-what about you?”

You say making Grim's favorite dishes is an ‘I love you’ enough for him. Deuce laughs with you and suggests that the two of you go make the hot chocolates. Even if you seem as flustered as he is, he's too oblivious to notice these things.

He thinks about that message a lot while he prepares the hot chocolate with you in the kitchen, to the point of getting distracted from time to time. When you're already putting the marshmallows on top of the hot chocolate, you make a heart with them and give the mug to Deuce. He blushes slightly when he sees the marshmallows heart, but maybe it was the incentive he needed.

“Hum... (Y/N)...” Deuce starts saying, a little nervous, but then he takes a quick and deep breath and looks at you with renewed courage. “I was thinking about the phrase in your fortune cookie and...” He looks away to the hot chocolate you gave him. “I know I always call you buddy and stuff like that but...” He starts blushing again. “The truth is... I think... I like you as more than a friend.”

He won't be able to say much more than this, it's all still very new to him. So, you are the one who takes the next step and tells him, just as the cookie advised you, how much you like/love him. He looks back at you, surprised and with a sparkle in his eyes.

Now knowing that you feel the same way about him, he no longer needs to hold back and attacks you with a hug that lifts your feet off the ground while kissing your cheek.

He puts you back on the ground but continues to hug you. He doesn't have the courage to kiss you on the lips even if he wants to. But if you do it, he'll try to reciprocate with the most affectionate kiss he can muster.

After that, you two will go to the lounge with your hot chocolates. Grim will start complaining that you didn't make him one and Deuce will reveal a third mug of hot chocolate for him.

While Grim burns his tongue because he tried to drink the still-scalding chocolate right away, you and Deuce sit on the couch together with one of his arms around you.

“Happy New Year, (Y/N).” He wishes you with one more kiss.

It was evening and you were in the lounge of Ramshackle Dorm when you heard someone knocking on the door. You open it and see Kalim still in his New Year's Attire.

“HI (Y/N)!” Kalim greets you with his huge smile. “Happy New Year!” He reaches out and hands you one of Sam's mystery bags. “I didn't see you at the store, so I thought maybe you didn't want to get in the meddle of all that crowd. These have been some really crazy days. Ah hah. That's why I bought a mystery bag for you. Here! I'm so curious to see what you've got!”

“Wow! So cool! You have everything you need to make hot chocolate. It tastes so good in winter. Did you like it?” You say yes. “That's great! I saw many students who were disappointed with the things they got. It's great to see that it was a nice surprise for you.”

You put that box down on the entryway table and take out a second box which is a set of matching winter themed mugs. You suggest to Kalim to use those new mugs with you and taste that hot chocolate together.

“Really?! I would love-!” His overly enthusiastic smile fades, giving way to a sad one. “I... would love to... but...”

“You cannot eat or drink anything that has not been approved by Jamil first.” You finish his sentence.

He gives you an apologetic smile.

“Yeah... But I can keep you company and help you prepare it if you want. I'm sure it's great.”

However, you have another idea. You pick up your phone and search for something while asking Kalim if Jmail knew he was there. He tells you yes, that he told Jamil that he just wanted to give you a New Year's gift before going to Scarabia. You find Jamil's contact and call him. He answers immediately.

“Did something happen to Kalim?!” It's the first thing you hear Jamil say.

You say no, that everything is okay, and tell him about the mystery bag and the hot chocolate to ask if you prepare it and taste it before Kalim he can drink it with you.

“Hmm... I don't know...” You hear Jamil's uncertain voice say. “It's not that I don't trust you. I know you would never hurt Kalim but...”

“No one needs to know.” You add.

There was silence for quite a while.

“*sigh* Okay. But only because it's you. And if this came in one of Sam's bags it could have gone to any student, which makes it difficult for it to be something directed at Kalim... Still, be careful you hear!”

You thank Jamil and consequently Kalim also shouts a ‘thank you’ to him. Kalim's sunny smile returns and he is now more excited than ever to make this hot chocolate with you.

But you see something else inside the bag, it looks like shiny paper. You put your hand back inside the bag and take out a golden ticket.

“WHAAAT?! IT CAN'T BE!” He sees you looking at him perplexed. “Sorry. But you got an Amazing Ticket! Deuce and I were wondering if they were even real. And now you got one! Hm? You don't know what they are? It seems that it was because of them that so many people were buying Sam's mystery bags. Jamil told us that these are tickets you can trade for any one thing in the Mystery Shop. And there's no price limit. You can trade it for literally anything in the store! Isn't it amazing?! You’re so lucky!”

You would feel guilty for being the one who got that ticket and not the person who paid 40 Thaumarks for the bag. But Kalim was filthy rich, there was no reason for you to feel bad.

“Oh! Speaking of luck, I almost forgot to give you this.” Kalim takes a small bag out of his pocket and takes out a fortune cookie to give to you. “Sam was offering them to all the customers in the store.”

You take the cookie, break it in half, take out the paper inside, give one half to Kalim and keep the other for yourself.

“Never forget to tell people how much you love them.” You read the message on the paper. “They may not know.”

“Aww. That's a really nice message.” Kalim says as he eats his half of the cookie. “I love you, (Y/N)!” He tells you smiling.

“Aw, I love you too, Kalim.” That's what you felt was the best response back.

He said it so naturally that it seemed like something he would say to any friend, like Jamil for example. So you kind of responded the same way, even though you may really meant it.

You and Kalim went to the kitchen to prepare hot chocolates. Kalim looked like a child with a new toy, he was so excited to do something like that with you. He commented that the cookies were cute, the mugs were pretty, asked how to make chocolate with that powder, read the instructions on the back of the box with you, etc.

He was very happy to see the hot chocolate made, and all that was left was to put the mini marshmallows on top. He made a heart with them and gave you the mug with a cute smile. You do the same for him and he is very happy with your gesture, but something seemed to be bothering him a little.

“Hey, (Y/N)... When you said you loved me back, did you mean it? Because I did!” He smiles at you, blushing a little. “You didn't realise that? Why not?”

You explain that since he is always very affectionate with everyone, it is difficult to realize when he is not just being nice or considering the other person just a good friend, or if it’s something more than that.

“Really?! Ow, I’m so sorry. I didn't mean to confuse you. Looks like your fortune cookie was right. Well, I need to fix that now!” He comes closer to you and holds your both hands with his warm ones, looks you in the eyes and smiles affectionately. “You are the best friend I have ever had. Every second with you makes me happier and more loved than I could ever imagine. I wish I could do the same for you, if you'd let me. I love you (Y/N).”

He's not afraid that you'll reject him. Will it hurt him? Sure, but the most important thing is that he was honest with you and you deserve to know that you're loved.

You confess that the feeling is mutual. He is so relieved and extremely happy to the point of hugging you and lifting you off the ground while doing a spin. He gives you all the kisses on the cheek he's ever wanted to give you and can't stop hugging you.

He doesn't want to go too fast so he lets you kiss him on the lips first if you're comfortable with that. And if you do, you will feel all his love and passion for you in response.

After that, you both go to the lounge and sit together on the sofa. Grim appears, attracted by the smell, and starts complaining that you didn't make him a hot chocolate too. Kalim starts to apologize but that's when you reveal a third mug of hot chocolate that Kalim hadn't even realized you had made. Grim thanks you and Kalim praises you.

While Grim burns his tongue because he tried to drink the still-scalding chocolate right away, Kalim puts one of his arms around you and starts imagining and talking about possible dates and that he should give you the best quality hot chocolate in Twisted Wonderland next time.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

#Twisted Wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst fluff #Twisted Wonderland Fluff #Deuce Spade #Deuce Spade x Reader #Kalim Al-Asim #Kalim Al-Asim x Reader

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noxitsnox · 1 day ago

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if we get too closе, would it be okay?

hyun-ju x gn!reader - highschool au

summery: hyun-ju came out to her- now ex- girlfriend who spread the rumor around the whole school.

tags: trans/homophobia (the word tr**ny is used one (1) time), bullying, hurt/comfort, lots of fluff i promise, let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: i am obsessed it's not fair. this is pre-t but i'm still going to use she/her pronouns for hyun-ju <3 also english is not my first language and this isn't proof read, so i apologize for any mistake. @exactlyinfp

hyun-ju didn't want to go to school that day. her girlfriend, ex girlfriend now, broke up with her just because she trusted her, because she didn't want to hide anymore and she believed that her girlfriend of almost two years would understand. but she didn't. she called her all kind of names and blocked her everywhere.

she hoped this was where it ended. that they could just ignore each other and keep living life as it is. it would have been so much easier that way. but the moment she entered the school hallway she knew something happened. the looks she was getting were strange, full of hate. definitely not the looks you receive when you just broke up. she tried to ignore it and walked to her class with her head down.

it was early. a lot of time passed before some of her classmates entered the room. maybe it was better if they stayed outside. their chatter died down as soon as they saw her. one of them, who was seated next to her, took his desk and dragged it as far away from her as possible. “you're sick”, he said under his breath. “stay away from me.”

she stayed silent as the realization hit her. if he knew, everyone else did too. fighting tears, she forced herself to keep cool.

slowly people filled the room. everyone ignored her, even her so called friends looked at her with disgust. only y/n seemed to be acting as if nothing happened. maybe they didn't know about it yet. they’ll turn their back to you like everyone else, she thought.

“oh hyun-ju, how are you?”

y/n waited for an answer that never arrived. so, with a sad smile, they spoke again. “it's fine. you don't have to talk with me. you have my number in case you change your mind.”

———

for the rest of the week she ignored everyone. she was barely alive.

every morning she entered school feeling like a criminal. her locker in the changing rooms was filled with insults. some guys even tried to push her on the ground. that was the only moment she reacted. she could ignore words, but physical aggression was were she drew the line.

every night she cried herself to sleep, wishing she had someone on her side, someone to talk to. her family didn't know about what was happening in school and she hoped for it to stay that way or she wouldn't even have a home anymore.

it was on saturday afternoon that she lost it. she was out, getting some groceries for her mother at the local market, and she saw her ex with her friends. she tried to hide before they could notice her, but she wasn't fast enough.

"oh god, isn't that that tranny you used to date?", one said pointing at her.

"don't say that out loud, please. what will people think of me?"

hyun-ju ran away without even taking food from the market stall. she kept running until their voice became indistinguishable echoes.

she sat on the side walk and took out her phone, looking for y/n contact. she started crying, the tears blurring her vision.

their words came back to her. you have my number in case you change your mind. were they serious? she hesitantly called them, hoping for the best.

y/n didn't take long to answer and for that she was grateful.

"hey, you called!"

"i- yes... listen can you, can you come here?"

"oh hyun-ju, you're crying? is everything okay?"

"i don't even know anymore. please, just come here." and with that she hung up the phone, quickly shared the position with them.

she hugged her knees as she waited.

———

y/n was happy that hyun-ju called, even if the situation wasn't ideal. even though they weren't intimate, they cared about her and it made them sad to see her suffer. especially if she was being ridiculed for something beyond her control.

y/n tried to get to her as fast as possible. they went out in their sweats without bothering to put on something nicer. they didn't like the idea of hyun-ju seeing them in that state, but they also realized that they had to put vanity aside at the moment.

as soon as she saw y/n she got up and hugged. they remained in that position for a while. hyun-ju cried and cried while y/n rubbed her back, doing what they could to comfort her.

"sorry... i don't know why i did that", she said as she let go of them.

"you don't have to apologize. do you feel better now?"

"i do, thanks."

an awkward silence fell until y/n suggested they start walking with a wave of their hand, "do you wanna talk about what's happening?"

"i just want to forget about it. can we talk about something else?"

"oh sure", y/n looked at her and smiled. "do you wanna hear about this manga i'm reading?"

a/n: i realize that for an xreader the reader is barely there 😬 sorry. let me now if you liked it!!

#squid game #squid game x reader #cho hyunju #hyun ju x reader #hyun ju #hyun ju squid game #x reader #squid game x you #squid game x y/n #squid game season 2 #🦑:sg

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lockpickingliar · 1 day ago

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We ran out of tags so I guess we gotta do this in the body of the post. Sorry.

Not sure who's at the helm right now muse-wise, but it's nice to see the acknowledgment. It's probably Cookie or Gemini or another who's experienced Chapter 4. Kichi? Moonpie? Joker? Maybe it's several of us in a lump. We do that sometimes.

But anyway. It's like...

Yeah, Gokuhara and Iruma were important to us.

Then imagine our turmoil when we figured out that Iruma was planning to kill us.

It makes sense. She could lie about whatever she wanted with the program without us around. Aside from the fact we were carrying the trials when it came to lies, we were the only one who knew anything remotely useful about the program because we helped he set things up and had an opportunity to snoop beforehand. Without us to contradict her, she could say whatever she wanted and she'd get away with it.

Everyone would die, so it had to be done.

But then imagine our NEW turmoil realizing we couldn't just get the job done ourselves.

If we wanted to avoid the program altogether, then everyone would think it suspicious of us. They all had a hate-boner for us for whatever reason, so any complaints from us would be regarded with suspicion at best and malice at worst.

If we tried to kill Iruma ourselves, we'd die because of the way she programmed our avatar. Iruma's not stupid, she knew who she was dealing with and wanted to room for us to be able to fight back at all.

So we had to get someone else to do it.

And the only person who left who listened to us at that point was Gokuhara.

Maybe we should have made our own post. An X on Y Essay or something, we don't know. Not a lot of people take kindly to the first person speech on analysis posts we've seen.

But we had to say it.

It hurt.

It hurt it hurt it hurt.

In one fell swoop we were forced to lose both of our only remaining companions. We would've been content with the 50/50 split and going down with the ship. That would have been fair, we think.

But that's not what happened.

Even then, nothing seems to go out way and we had to survive and reckon with what we'd done.

You all know the rest of the story. How much of a wreck we were after the trial. Our downward spiral after that. Our doubling down.

We were alone. And we always would be.

honestly everyone in v3 who survived up until chapter 5 is such a clown for believing kokichi was the mastermind

#ultimate supreme leader #cookiechi #kichi keen #gemini #joker #moonpie #cusp #kokomelon #there are a couple new ones too who don't have names yet #x on y essays #shift: lost you #ultimate archivist

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ziminy · 3 days ago

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Nightshift rewritten pt.2

How's life with Gojo and Geto as your roommates

Tags: smut, mdni, ageless and blank blogs will be blocked, f!reader, roommates, college au, making out, almost got caught, humping, fingering, jealousy, delusion (lots of it), pet names, marking, threesome, oral(m and f receiving), something something in the shower, something something on the couch, edging, not so friendly competition, the reader is more on the introverted side,

Author's note: I caught a cold (⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)

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You woke up in your bed all alone. A random shirt from your closet on you, and the feeling of loneliness and guilt hit you. For some reasons, you felt like the player in this situation.

Were you wrong to say you only wanted to see if your roommates were as good as people say? Because even now, after you woke up with a clear mind you only could think about Suguru's body, but nothing more.

No romantic feelings, you didn't felt like asking him on a date. You didn't even cared about how he was, because everything was clear the moment he left your room.

You weren't that different from them after all, just the way they play with people's feelings so are you with theirs. You weren't doing it intentionally or to take revenge on them, you simply just couldn't see yourself in a relationship at the moment, knowing your current situation.

But you still feel guilty, for using the dark haired man for some stress relief. Even if it was mutual, you still have a heart and you understand emotions. You had to talk to him at least, make sure nothing changes. So you got out your room, head empty as your brain simply just didn't want to work, still thinking about what happened last night.

You went to the kitchen, still not being able to process what's happening around you, but somehow knowing exactly what you're looking for. And you found him, sitting peacefully at the dining table, enjoying a cup of coffee and scrolling on his phone.

As much as you're trying not to think about it, you couldn't help but want him a little more. What happened yesterday wasn't enough, for you at least since you had no idea what he was feeling like.

There were marks on his neck, and if you're being honest, you had no idea you left any to begin with. His messy hair that looked like you just finished fucking. It didn't look like you two parted ways long hours ago.

He took his eyes away from his screen for a moment, taking a sip from his cup and then moving his eyes away from you back to his phone. He opened his mouth, closed it and then open it once again, not sure of what to do or say. He was acting like he never went through this, even if it happened countless of times for him already. "Morning." he said after a while, too anxious at the way you stared at him, not doing a move.

"Yeah." you nodded, getting close to the table and sitting the opposite of him, far away from your usual spot.

"I didn't think you'll be up this early." he tried to avoid your eyes, too embarrassed to face you.

"I couldn't sleep." while he was agitated your voice was completely cold. No expression on your face as you kept looking at him shamelessly.

"I see." he took another sip of his coffee, turning to the side and trying to think of an excuse to get out of there or else he'll fuck up. "Well, I'll go now." he tried to run.

"I want to talk to you." it can wait. Right now he doesn't have an explanation for what happened last night.

"Let's talk later." he really had to go.

"No, let's talk now." you grabbed him by the side of his shirt when he walked past you, stopping him in place so you could have a better look at him. "About last night-"

"This isn't the right time." he tried to brush your hand off.

"No, listen-" he was so stubborn.

"I'll text you when I'm ready." he would not.

"Suguru, what are we?" he froze at that question. He was afraid of those same exact words. "Because I don't want us to be anything." huh? That made his eye twitch.

"What do you mean by that?" he finally stopped running, turning around to face you, looking down at you who was still sitting down just as expressionless as before.

"Can we stay the way it was before?" absolutely the fuck not. "I'm not ready for anything at the moment." and that means he is? I mean, you spoke the same exact words he was thinking about, but how dare you not ask for anything from him in return? He would have indulge you and took you out on a few dates if you asked him to. He was running away earlier because he didn't thought he was that ready to commit himself to you, you had to give him a few days to think of all the possibilities, of how far in life can you two make. The dating life, the wedding, how many kids you'll have and how your house would look like. But this was genuinely ridiculous, you didn't even let him have some time to think about it.

"Then?" he asked, still waiting for you to explain yourself and your poorly choice of words.

"I don't know." you shrugged, making him even angrier at you. "I'm happy with myself, you seem to be doing the same. I don't see why we should be together." this was worse than a circus, this kind of buffoonery was something he never seen before and it's getting on his nerves. So what if he seems like he's doing good, that doesn't means that you can just cockblock him like that.

"What if I don't want to?" you shrugged again, not being able to think of anything.

"What do you want to do then?" this situation was going to total opposite. You were supposed to ask him out, like the majority of people that dragged him into their beds, he was supposed to say no. But this time he was going to appear a few days later and take you out on a white horse. You were supposed to make him realize that he was a dumbass, that he can't live like this forever and try to change himself.

I mean, he knows girls like you. The quiet type, the weirdly attractive that always keeps to themselves around people they don't know. And he heard about the magic your people had, the way it can swipe anyone off their feet and settle them for life. He prepared for this, he was ready to commit to a single person, worship you like he never had anyone in his life. He was ready to mold your body to fit him perfectly. And yet you decided to destroy all his dreams. "I don't want anything either." he was so bitter about this. He can't believe he's lying not only to you but to himself, he can't even find an excuse for his words.

"Do we stay the way we used to?" he shook his head, not wanting to open his mouth anymore. "Then?" he moved his hands towards you, grabbing you by your sides and lifting you up to place you on the table.

He pressed his body against yours, his crotch right into yours and hoping that you could at least get an idea of what's going on in his head. "Do we have to pretend that nothing happened?" he spoke quietly, his breath hitting your skin and it only left chills down your spine. "We can do it as many times as we want and nothing will change if you don't want to."

"What about you then? Do you want something to change?" he didn't dare to answer your question, knowing it might affect what you're going to say next.

"You're overthinking." for a moment you thought that something was going to happen, looking at the way he tried to avoid eye contact, holding back something you had no idea what it was. Only to disappoint you in the end. Yeah, maybe you're overthinking, like you always did. Perhaps you were the only one with big feelings in here and he just opened your eyes. Then you can keep doing this without feeling guilty about his feelings. Somehow, you feel more at ease. He just wanted to feel something, and so did you. So why were you hoping for him to say something more, anything rather than that.

"Kiss me." you said, trying to see if this was really all in your head and perhaps he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

You didn't know what to expect, because the next moment you said that, his lips were on yours. His weight being pressed against your body, grinding against you as the kiss got too deep for anyone's liking. But you didn't complained. Closing your eyes and dragging him closer, hoping this time you'll actually get to feel more. His hands under your shirt, lifting it up and exposing more of your body. You moaned quietly when he started to play with your breasts, giving him a soft look that made his cock throb in his pants.

Fuck it, he'll just do it. He broke the kiss for a moment, hands going to his pants to free himself, and at the same time tugging at yours too. This wasn't the way he wanted to do it, a quicky that didn't let him have more time to explore you, but he couldn't complain when you didn't complained.

You looked at him, at the expression he had on his face and at how he was biting his lip a bit too hard. You opened your mouth, wanting to tease him a little but your words got stuck in your throat when you heard the front door opening, following by the sounds of some shoes hitting the ground and some bags being moved around.

Panick was written all over your face, and as much as Suguru was annoyed, he knew exactly what to do in that situation.

He lifted you up from the table, getting your clothes in place and fixing your hair. Then tried to fix his clothes a bit too, not too much or it would become suspicious. He sat back down on his chair, his phone in one hand while his coffee in the other, making it look like it was just another morning, even if his heart was beating so hard he could barely keep his composure.

"Eh? You're up? But I wanted to surprise you guys." Gojo's voice could be heard from the door behind you, and you didn't dared to turn around and look. "Suguru, what happened to you?" he said, noticing the way his friend was sweating and his hair all over the place.

"Slept badly last night." the dark haired man said, avoiding eye contact and taking a sip of his coffee.

"You look just as bad as him. You're alright?" the white haired man said when he got next to you, looking at how your eyebrows furrowed, and something in your eyes that looked like you just got scared to death.

"Couldn't sleep." you looked down, trying to forget about what just happened.

"It's because I wasn't here, was it?" Satoru seemed way too happy with this. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving any time soon." and that's exactly what Suguru was afraid of. "Anyway, here's what I got from home." he placed some bags with food on the table.

For the next few days both you and Geto were cockblocked by the white haired man. Every time you got a bit of alone time, he had to appear out of nowhere and made sure to sit between you two. He didn't let you get close, always making sure to sit next to you and slap Suguru's hand away if he tried to make a move. I mean, since when does he have the balls? And how dare he try to get close to you? Not when Gojo is there. Absolutely not, it was out of question.

Maybe it was the jealousy, and it really didn't helped that you looked so friendly to each other after just a day. No because, he needs to know what that guy did. How did he got you to come running to him?

The way Gojo stared at you was obviously, so obvious that it made you put questions. Did you had something on your face? Was your hair alright? Or.. did he knew? You always panicked at the thought of him knowing what you did. And he noticed it right away. How you frown, giving him a quick look and then look away, looking at him again only to run from there in the end.

Did Suguru told you something while he was away? Did he told you something embarrassing about him and now you're avoiding him? I mean, you can't really call it avoiding when you act the same as before around him.

Was it the fact that he was seeing himself in Geto's position that made him a bit delusional? Because he was doing it before but now it got worse.

It was clearly your fault, no matter how much he thinks about it, it's definitely you who is the problem. Why would you show him that you could make that barrier that you put between them disappear? Now that he knows you can open up he kept thinking about it.

"I won't be back today." it was around 6 in the afternoon when Suguru sent something in the group chat.

"Have fun." you texted, going back on doing whatever you were doing before.

"Wanna watch a movie?" you got another text, this time from Gojo in private. Well, last time you watch a movie you ended up with someone in your bed. But you wouldn't say no since you're bored anyway. "Come in the living room." he texted again, like he knew you'd say yes.

You don't have anything better to do anyway. And it's not like you'd end up in the same situation again, right? I mean, it would be ridiculous for it to happen two times in a row. Right?

Damn. You should have kept your mouth shut.

You can't even remember how you ended up bend over Satoru's lap, and his long fingers bullying their way inside your pussy. A movie he said, whatever you'd watch a movie or make one to watch it later he didn't specify.

You can't even look at him in the eyes, you gave up too easily. The moment he called your name, in a much lower tone than his usual colorful one, was the end of you. His eyes made you weak in the knees, and it didn't took long for things to escalate.

"I actually wanted to see this movie for quite a while now." he said, not even paying attention to the tv. His eyes were on your back, looking at the shirt that you still had on. He wanted to take it off, to see everything he wouldn't usually see. All your hidden self, your soft skin that he wanted to touch and bite into.

"Wait." you cried when he started to curl his fingers a bit too hard against a spot that felt way too good than you'd like. Gripping the cushion underneath you, and wanting to sink your teeth into something.

But before you could do anything else, he took his hand away from you, leaving you all empty and whining mess. "Don't you want to feel good? I could give you something much better." with tears in your eyes, you looked at him. If he knew what you wanted why was he like this?

He took your shirt off, now sitting all naked on his lap. You looked at him freeing his cock from his pants. He was big, and you're afraid you might not be able to take him. But you're determinated, and you won't leave this room until you get a taste of that dick.

"Easy now." he said, one of his hands on your back as you tried to get him inside of you. "Don't force yourself." you're the one who should decide that.

He's doing this totally wrong. You want to hear encouragements, him praising you for doing so good for him. You want him, you want his hands all over you, to feel him in places no one touched until now. So how dare he hold back right now?

Look at him, his hands on the couch, right next to your bodies and not daring to get anywhere near you. His back resting against the couch, leaning into it so he could give you space, when you clearly didn't want that.

"Touch me." you didn't even realized you said that out loud until he started laughing.

You got the tip of his cock inside, letting out a small noise and looking at him. You were really trying your best, but this was too much. You didn't expect to be stretched out like that. "Told you to take it easy." you wanted to bite him. He wasn't being useful at all.

You kept getting more of his cock inside of you, sinking your hips into his until he got all the way in, touching that one spot deep inside you. You did it, you actually did it. Well, it hurts a little but it's nothing that you can't handle it.

Holding onto his shoulders, you moved slowly, taking a few seconds to yourself every time you raised your hips, taking a small break before you got him all the way in again. It wasn't much, but it was honest work, and you're happy with your progress.

What made you work even harder was his moans. The way he was still holding himself back and moaning quietly, making your inside clenched, squeezing him and making him let out a louder moan. You're going to bully him, you're this close on pushing him down and trying even harder than before.

Can't he see you're willing to work yourself over the top for him? He could request something out of pocket and you'd do it in a heartbeat.

You took one of his hands and placed it on your side, making him to finally look at you. He did got the hint, but he still didn't dared to help you in any way, fearing he might do something he'll regret later.

But he's willing to try at least. He placed his other hand on one of your boobs, playing with your nipple and kissing your neck, sucking on your skin and leaving red marks behind him.

He wanted to do a lot more, he really does, but he's so afraid of being too rough on you. If he hurts you in any way he won't be able to forgive himself. Even so, if you keep being this delicious he might actually forget about all his morals.

"Tell me what you want me to do." he said out of breath. "I'll do it."

"Touch me more." he let out a moan. "Like you mean it." but he meant everything that he did until now. What more do you want from him?

"Something else." his words were driving you crazy.

"Kiss me." say less. He smashed his lips against yours, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. It was like he was trying to eat you, dragging your body closer to his unconsciously and trying to deeper the kiss. Your chest pressed against his, and it made him realized that he still had his clothes on him.

"Wait a moment." he interrupted the kiss, parting ways with you for a moment to take off his shirt. He's not going to miss the chance to have your body right against his because of some clothes standing in the way.

He pressed his lips against yours again, a hand on your back and leaning in towards you, making you lose a bit of your balance. Now he was in control and he didn't even realized it. In fact, I don't think any of you realized that he started to move you on him. Faster moves, out of pace and no certain direction where it was going. Everything was way too sloppy now.

But his kisses got better. His tongue in your mouth and looking for yours as he kept guiding your body on his. "Fuck." he cursed, moaning your name in your mouth as he started to move his own hips forward.

"Toru." you tried to say something, to let him know about how close you were.

"I know baby, I know." it's alright, he was there. He wasn't going to leave you alone through this one. He feels the same way as you, and he was trying so hard to cum at the same time as you. I mean, if you do, doesn't that means you have a different type of connection? It's like you're meant for each other.

His delusions didn't helped him, seeing you cum made him desperate for his high too. Mostly to show you that you're not the only one who's struggling.

He was putting quite a show for you, wasn't he? From the expression he had to the way he was a moaning mess. It never failed to make your stomach turn upside down, clenching around him and making the grip on you tighter than before, not letting you go until he finally came.

You just stood there, enjoying the warmth your bodies gave to one another. His nose pressed against your neck, bathing in your scent, relaxing at the way you played with his hair. He could stay inside you forever, your pussy was feeling way too good for him to just pull out.

But then it hit him. He was being an idiot, he was showing you his weak side, that he too was like everyone else even if he always played high and mighty.

He couldn't do it like this. No matter how much he likes you, he can't show any signs of weakness.

So, he got you off him, dressing you back into your clothes and getting you to your room and making sure you're comfortable, before he too did the walk of shame back to his bedroom.

The next day he didn't want to get out of bed, too tired after what happened yesterday. But he was forced to wake up by someone knocking at his door.

And there you were, looking up at him with big doe eyes and making him feel like he wasn't that tired anymore. "Can we talk?" you asked in a sweet voice, making him gulp and grip the door way too hard.

"Sure." he couldn't even hear himself. "What happened?" he couldn't think of a single thing besides bending you over the closest thing in that room.

"About yesterday." don't even get him started. "Can we stay the same as before?"

"No." you must be insane for asking him that in the first place. "Absolutely not."

"Then? I don't want to get in a relationship." I mean, he did liked you, more than he likes to admit. But that didn't necessarily means he wanted to be in a relationship either. He wanted to parade you for the world to see you're his, but the thought of actually putting in effort turned him off. It might have been because of all the people that chased after him, that and his unsolved issues. He can't be with someone until he put his thoughts in place, and knowing him, it would take a long time before he could finally settle down.

"Does it matter what we are?" he might be right. "As long as we both want it, does it really matter if it's a relationship or not?" guess not.

"Then let's stay the same as before." he shook his head. "You're sure you want to keep doing this then? I don't want any unnecessary feelings." well said.

He dragged you in his room, not even closing the door as he pinned you to the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arms around his neck.

"We can keep doing this for as much as we want. Who is going to stop us?" he said before pressing his lips against yours.

How cute of you to come to him first thing in the morning. It's like you knew he was missing you. Well, since you're being so thoughtful of him, he might as well give you a reward.

But when he thought things couldn't get any better, someone just opened the front door. Getting inside and letting everyone know he's there. "I'm back." Suguru's voice could be heard from outside the room.

Gojo didn't want to let go of you just yet, still kissing you, pressing you against the wall harder while aiming for the door to close it, even lock it if he had enough patience.

"No." you said quietly, trying to not let out any weird sounds.

"It would be fast." the white haired man tried to convince you, but he was being welcomed with the same answer.

This was so annoying, his morning was ruined when it just started to get good. He couldn't let go of you just like that, so, he moved his lips to your neck, leaving a big hickey before biting your lip. Finally letting you go.

They're crazy, your roommates are insane. They're mad men, not a single normal thought going through their heads. But perhaps that's what you like about them, the fact that with them nothing goes as planned. A simple conversation can go in so many ways, a wrong move, word or just a look from you and everything does down the water.

But somehow, everything was peaceful for a few days. Or more like, your housemates tried to keep it low-key since neither of them knew about what happened when you were alone with the other.

So now it was just then trying to get your attention, but quietly, not wanting to attract attention.

That of course didn't lasted for long. It was tiring, this hide and seek that lent to nowhere. You knew it too, but you still didn't expect your life to be disturbed again so soon.

It was another day just like the other, well, perhaps not. But it was a day where you could relax since you were home alone.

You got out your room, sneaking into the living room and jumping on the couch, turning on the tv and playing a show you just discovered.

Everything was supposed to be normal, to go back to how it was when you moved in. They were supposed to give you space and ignore each other like before. But to your surprise, it didn't happen. The moment one of them got home, he went specifically to you.

"You're back?" you asked, looking at Suguru who looked like he got caught in the rain. All he did was to groan, leaving whatever he had in his arms on the floor in the middle of the room and throwing himself next to you. "Go change, you're gonna catch a cold." he didn't wanted to get up, the couch was feeling way too good.

"Is Satoru back?" he watched you shake your head before he finally got up, leaving the room and coming back later with some freshly washed clothes on him. "Lay down." he said, looking at you who didn't seemed to pay attention to him or what he's saying.

Perhaps the fact that you were focused on the show was a good thing, because you did as he said without a single complain. So he sat back next to you, this time laying down in your arms. "Eh? What are you doing?" you finally realized what's going on.

"I'm tired." he had his face buried in your neck, his back to the tv since he wasn't interested in watching anything at the moment.

"We can cuddle another time." this wasn't the space, especially since you never know with who you might wake up.

He didn't cared. If he keeps running from this then it would take him nowhere. So what if that guy sees him? It would change nothing. Plus he's showing how great your relationship with his was, no? And nothing feels better than the warmth your body gives and his friend being jealous.

His hands went under your shirt, wanting to feel more of your skin. It was so cold outside, and your temperature was leading him in. He loved it so much that he didn't even realized when he got his head under your shirt, his head against your chest as he was listening to your heart beat.

"Get out of there." you slapped his back softly, making him to bite one of your boobs in response. This was a rare occasion, like heck he'll let you alone. The marks he left are long gone too, so he had to leave some behind. I mean, what if you miss him while he's away?

He sink his teeth into your skin, making you gasp. He sucked and liked at every single empty spot he found. That way you'll still have a part of him no matter where he is.

"I'm home." a voice could be heard from the hallway and you feared you knew exactly who it was.

How could you have been so stupid, fucking with both of them and not letting a single soul know. Look in what situation you got yourself in now.

"Suguru, come on." your words went to deaf ears. You can't do anything more than cry since you have nowhere to hide.

"Who left the tv on?" Satoru's voice could be heard from the behind the couch. Guess that was it, you might as well look for a new place at this point.

But to your surprise, the white haired man didn't said a thing. He looked down at you, at the expression you had, the pout on your face and at how you were trying to hide your face behind your hands. It took him a moment to realize what was actually going on.

He was late, he was painfully late and now he couldn't do anything about it.

He must do something about it or the dark haired man will beat him. And he couldn't stand the fact that someone else was in front of him, he had to be number one.

Satoru moved your hands away, leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. He too could play this game. So you better prepare yourself because neither of them will take it easy from now on.

Fuck your life. Your doomed, flabbergasted, absolutely bamboozled. From the moment you stepped a foot out your room both of them were trying to get you in a way or another. And now they were fighting for you attention.

"Come here." the white haired man said, looking at you who just got into the kitchen.

"Y/N." the other said your name, signaling you to go to him instead.

But you were smart, you knew you shouldn't start a storm. So you walked out of there and back into your room, ignoring the two guys that seemed to add fuel into the fire.

If you don't want to get out, then they'll come to you. And that night you woke up with both of them in your bed.

First it was Gojo who came around 11, getting under your blanket quickly and dragging you into his arms so you wouldn't run away. He wanted to cuddle too, and your bed seemed so welcoming. Your room in general looked much friendly than his. Was it the sweet scent that he kept getting hit with every time he opened your door? Or the fact that you were living in there? He can't really answer for sure but he just liked your bedroom more.

And then Geto made his presence when you were almost asleep. Getting into the unoccupied side of the bed and wrapping his hands around you.

The next morning wasn't anything better.

A pair of muscular arms on you, not allowing you to move an inch. All you could see was some white hair coming from under the blanket, and you knew exactly who it was since he had his face into your chest, hands under your shirt and dragging your lower body away from the one behind you.

What a way to start your day. But for a moment you allowed yourself to get distracted and enjoy their presence, how their bodies felt against yours.

With your nose into Gojo's hair, you took a deep breath. He smells nice, a bit familiar too but maybe it was because of how much time you spent with them lately. But then it hit you, he was using your products. You turned your face away, taking a stiff of Geto only for him to smell the exact same. You gasped at the realization.

"What?" the dark haired man said amused. He was clearly thinking of something else, since you could feel his cock pressed against your back.

"Are you using my shampoo?" well damn. It's too early to respond to that. He can't think of excuses this early in the morning.

"Mmm." Gojo wrapped his arms around you harder, rubbing his face against you and trying to ignore the voices he kept hearing.

"Who knows." Suguru couldn't give you an answer even if he wanted to.

"Satoru is using it too." you pointed out, making the man in your arms to look up at you still half asleep.

"What about me." the white haired man could only hear the part where you said his name.

"Is that why I have almost nothing left in the bottles?" why did you wanted to argue at this time of the day was a mystery. If you didn't want them to use it then you shouldn't had left them in the bathroom.

It wasn't the time to fight, especially when you were finally started to get along. I mean, look, all three of you enjoying the peace and quiet. Can you blame Suguru when he took the initiative and stopped a potential threat to this serenity? So what if he kissed you, a bit too sloppy for his style, but he's not really awaken at the moment, his mind is still a blur. An arm under your head, keeping your face pushed towards him while the other was slowly making it's way under your shirt.

Satoru only noticed the hand that was trying to get in his territory, and he slapped it away only for Suguru to try again. The white haired man got his head out the blanket, annoyed and wanting to tell his friend to stay in his place before he realized what happened.

So here he was, taking your pants off along side your panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. Now making his way in between your legs and throwing them over his shoulders.

You couldn't even say a thing, and even if you tried you were stopped by Suguru who seemed to finally waken up. His tongue in your mouth and kissing you in a way that made your head spinning.

"Look how wet you are." Satoru said, slapping your pussy softly and laughing at the way you looked even angrier than before. He placed a kiss on your inner thigh, moving his lips to your wet core and giving your clit a quick kiss before he started eating you out.

Honestly, what was wrong with them. I mean, you knew they weren't normal. But couldn't they at least try? Why go through this much trouble? You'll get mad at them either way after this.

Just because you're moaning doesn't mean you forgive them. However, it got to their heads. Which one? Who knows. It's not like they were thinking clearly before either. So what would make a difference now?

The fact that you were mad at them to begin with was more than a valid reason to touch you. I mean, how could they let you start your day like this? You shouldn't be in a bad mood. And they're trying to make it better, to show you how sorry they are. That if you ignore the grin on their faces.

"Don't look at him." Suguru whispered in your ear, lifting your shirt up so he could see your body better. He gets jealous if you don't give him attention.

"No, Y/N." Gojo took his mouth away from your pussy for a moment, licking his lips and pushing two of his fingers inside of you. "Don't I make you feel good?" you always get flustered whenever he looked at you.

"I would have done it myself if you didn't got in the way." Geto rolled his eyes, annoyed at the fact that you were looking at someone else.

"I can't hear you." the white haired man was enjoying this way too much. "Pussy tastes too good." he said, wrapping his lips around your clit, giving you all his attention once again.

"You like me more, you heard me." Suguru kissed you again, pressing his body against yours, wanting to snatch you away, all to himself. Maybe it was his fault that he didn't thought about this before hand.

But he can't really blame it when you look this cute. Just look at you, closing your eyes every time it got too good and leaving soft sounds out that didn't got too far since they were muffled by him. Of course he couldn't help but kiss you, that way you'd give something to him too.

And the way you grab at his shirt? Or how one of your hands went through Satoru's hair, tugging at it lightly as you looked like you were close. So close it took everything in both of them to restrain themselves.

But when you did came, it was like something switch inside of them. Look at Gojo who was getting up, getting his cock out his pants, and Geto who placed one of your hands over his crotch, later on trying to get it in his pants.

"So why are you using my shampoo?" you said, not letting them do another move.

"We can talk about this later." the white haired man really didn't wanted to talk about that, in fact, he couldn't think of anything else besides getting inside your pussy faster.

"No." you slapped their hands away, getting up the bed. "You always do this." you fixed your shirt, getting your pants back on. "I thought I was going insane, I even started to use less thinking that I might be the problem." you walked to the door. "If I let you off this time then you'll do it again." you went out the room, closing the door behind you and leaving your housemates there. But then it hit you, that was your room. So where were you going? You went back, opening the door and looking as angry as before. "This is my room, so get out."

"I can buy you more if you-" you didn't even let Satoru finish his sentence.

"It's not about that."

"You can use mine too, if that's the problem." why would you listen to the guy who buys the cheapest things he finds and call it a day? The only thing you liked about your roommates was their cologne, which had a cool fresh scent. And now that you think about it, they don't smell like they used to anymore. You sniffed your hand, only to get even angrier than before. They smell like you now.

"Get out." you won't let them slide this time.

From that moment on, they tried to make it up to you. Being extra extra sweet to you, not letting you lift a finger around the house or even think about doing something. If you knew they would be like this you would have gotten mad at them a long time ago.

The space they give you now is so refreshing, like you can finally breath. But what did you expect in a house full of madness.

Maybe it was your fault too, for letting your guard down and not checking that door twice.

You went into the bathroom when no one was home, wanting to take a long bath and enjoy the new products you just bought. You thought you locked the door, you swore you did. But somehow you ended up with an uninvited guest in there. You didn't even noticed the dark haired man until he got in the shower, scaring you when his hands made contact with your skin.

"Suguru? What are you doing here?" you tried to turn around but he kep you in place, getting his body closer to yours, his chest pressed against your back.

"You weren't in your room." you're rarely out the house, so it wasn't hard to find you.

"I thought you won't be back until later." he seemed to enjoy catching you off guard.

"Didn't feel like going out today." he extended a hand, trying to grab one of your freshly bought bottles only for you to slap it away. "Let me wash your hair." and give him a free pass on using your products again? Nope. But he seemed to know what you're thinking of, and it made him try again. "I'll behave." like heck he would.

Perhaps he could win your thrust again by doing something else. Convincing you to let him do it wasn't that hard at all. A few words whispered in your ear, even letting out a moan as he tried to 'explain' how much he craved for you lately. You'll let him have a taste of you, right?

And that's how he ended up with his head between your legs, eating you out like no one did before, letting out his frustration on you for all the things you did for the past few days.

Your sounds muffled by the running water, but even so, it made him try harder. Make you louder so he could hear you better.

He sucked, licked and then licked again on your clit, arms wrapped around you to keep you in place, dragging you back to him when you tried to get away. And all that work for what? Because he didn't even let you cum, letting go of you when you were so so close, turning you over, now facing the wall as he slowly got his cock inside of you.

"Hold still." he whispered in your ear, finally pushing his dick all the way in.

"It's slippery." you had nothing to hold onto, one wrong move and you're afraid you'll end up on the ground.

"Hold onto me." he finally started moving his hips, a slow movement at first. Enjoying the fact that he finally had you all to himself. One of his arms wrapped around you while the other was pressed against the wall, turning your face towards him so he could kiss you. It was nothing too wild, just the fact that you were alone was more than enough for the moment. But a few moments later, he felt this chill down his spine. Perhaps he left the door open, I mean, he did got into the bathroom without a single thought in his head, hurried to take his clothes off so he could join you. Even so, it made him fuck into you harder, holding you tighter in his arms and trying to forget about this unsettling feeling.

He in fact did left the door open, and you woke up with another uninvited guest in the bathroom.

"Make some space for me." the shower doors suddenly open, revealing Satoru who seemed happy with the on going event. "Don't be so greedy, Suguru." he laughed at the man who was glaring at him. "Give me some attention too, or I'll get sad." his hands were on you, turning you towards him while the dark haired man was still fucking you from behind. "Kiss me too, didn't you missed me?" he laughed as he kissed you. One of your hands was in Gojo's, wrapped around his aching cock and slowly jerking it.

You weren't left alone even for a moment. One fucking into you a bit too hard than you'd like in that moment, while the other seemed to want the same amount of attention. Both of them dragging you towards them, wanting to yank you away from the other.

Hands all over your body, and you didn't really know how to react. This was too much, even for them. This endless jealousy that took nowhere, especially when you didn't complained about it.

You didn't said a thing, did you? So you were alright with having both of them at the same time? Because if you keep being this submissive then they might get the wrong idea. But it was too later because they already figured something out, it was like it was telepathically. Just a quick look at and it was like they knew what the other was thinking.

Right, why fighting when they could work together? Give you something so good you won't be able to look at another man. Two was better than one after all.

With a quick movement, Suguru got out of you, a quick slap on your ass as he turned you around, to face him. Your back pressed against Satoru's chest as the dark haired man lowered his head to kiss you.

Gojo's lips were on your shoulder, a hand going down your body to your pussy and rubbing your clit.

You were sandwiched between them, you couldn't do a single move while they seemed to enjoy playing with you. Touching and groping you all over the place, kisses and marks left behind their hot touch as they keep exploring your body. They kept turning you around and placing you in a new position every time you were about to cum, edging you for what seemed like an eternity.

After torturing you for so long, someone finally opened the shower's doors, dragging you out of it and into the cold bathroom.

But somehow, they acted like nothing happened, softly wiping your body and getting you dry, wrapping a towel around you and then guiding you to another place inside the house.

And you ended up laying down on the couch all naked once again, with Gojo between your legs, positioning himself at your entrance while Suguru was right next to your head. You never really thought about it before, but you have absolutely no idea if you could take both of them, at the same time too. The idea was a bit scary, and yet it was happening at the moment.

You gulped, looking at the dark haired man, trying to tell him to take it easy. But he didn't wanted to do that.

Just from the way you look at him he haves the impression that you wanted him, like, really bad. And he could never say no to a pretty girl, especially you. I mean, if you wanted him, how could he say no?

"Look at me too." the white haired man didn't looked happy at the way you and his friend looked at each other.

"Don't you dare." Geto grabbed your face, pushing your cheeks together and making you look at him.

"But Y/N." Satoru said, slowly pushing his cock inside of you. "Don't you wanna see how you're taking me in?" he whined, making your eyebrows furrowed.

"She's busy with me. Can't you see?" the dark haired man got his dick right into your face without a warning, pushing the head past your lips and into your hot mouth, letting out a groan as he got moved his hips deeper.

"Don't I make you feel better?" Gojo said as he kept fucking into you, his thimb on your clit, rubbing it in an irregular motion. His words made Suguru to run a hand through your hair, grabbing it as he tried to move faster into your mouth, not wanting any of your moans out. Just the sounds you make as he kept fucking into your throat were more than enough, plus, he doesn't think he'll be able to keep it together if you do let out a moan, especially for that guy. "He's so mean, isn't he, baby?" the white haired man's words keep getting on Geto's nervers. Can you believe this fucker? Trying to talk to you when he's known for being silent in moments like this.

But perhaps Suguru had to step up his game too. What if this buffoon succeed on fooling you? So he let go of your hair, trying to change his strategy. "Let's change positions." he said as he got his dick out your mouth.

"Don't want to." the white haired man said, wrapping his hands around your thighs and dragging you closer to him.

"What do you say, baby?" Gojo gasped, he can't believe this guy is really trying to pull the same moves as him. "Don't you want to make me feel good too, hm?" there were too many eyes on you, and you couldn't be more embarrassed in the current situation.

"Alright." you didn't dared not to agree with them, because in the end you'll end up the one being fucked in there, and who knows what kind of plot they might be planning.

You ended up being flipped over, your ass in the air, and with your face right into Suguru's crotch.

You're being filled to the max, one in your mouth while the other fucks you from behind. There's no room left, and even if it was, you don't think you could take more than this.

"Come on, Y/N." the dark haired man moaned your name, a hand resting on your head as he was waiting for your reaction. The way you look at him was too cute, always trying harder to suck him off every time he lets out a moan or a prise. Aren't you being adorable?

"Baby." Satoru also let out a moan, a hand placed over your back, caressing your skin and making you clench around him. "I'm gonna cum. Cum with me?" he was usually not like this, but for you he decided to he a whining mess.

"Look at me." this was going nowhere again. But you were also desperate, so you can't really blame anybody. Plus, you kinda wanted them to fill you. No, you did wanted them to come all over you, fill you up so good that you'll still feel them even when they're not inside.

You were just as greedy as them. Trying to hold their hands as you came, and refusing to let go even after your high.

Sigh, well, this was about to be a long day.

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𝔊𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔴𝔫 Until Dawn males x male reader

Summary: Four standalone scenarios featuring each of the men from Until Dawn as they fight to protect you when danger strikes. But not all battles can be won. Each scenario exists in its own self-contained world, unconnected to the others.

Tags: He/Him pronouns used for the reader. Angst. Mike Munroe x male reader; Matt Taylor x male reader; Josh Washington x male reader; Chris Hartley x male reader. Set during the events of the game between chapter 7, 9 and 10. All of these are separated and not connected. Established relationships. Reader’s death. Some deaths a bit more graphic than others. Matt and Emily broke-up before the events of the game. Mike and Jess are not together in his scenario.

Words counts: 13000 words

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The hallway of the sanatorium stretched on, dimly lit by the flickering glow of Mike's firestick. Every step felt like it echoed for miles, Mike keeping just ahead of you, the shotgun gripped tightly in his hands. His broad shoulders were stiff, tension radiating off of him as he glanced back to make sure you were close.

He always kept you close.

Your flashlight's beam skimmed over a crumbled section of the wall and your breath caught. Through a jagged crack, you caught a glimpse of something—or someone. A foot, half-hidden in the shadows. The clothes were tattered and smudged with grime, but they were eerily similar to the ones Josh had been wearing.

"Mike," you whispered urgently, tugging on his sleeve. He turned to you, his sharp features illuminated by the firelight.

"What?" he asked, his voice low but firm, the edge of protectiveness lacing his tone.

You gestured toward the wall. "I think it might be Josh."

Mike narrowed his eyes, moving closer to inspect the crack. He squinted, his lips pressed into a tight line. "Could be," he muttered, "but I can't tell from here." He straightened, gripping the shotgun like it was an extension of his body. "Josh!" he whisper-shouted toward the crack, his voice bouncing off the surrounding walls.

"Hey! Josh, is that you?"

There was no response. The silence was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the sanatorium's eerie stillness. You both tried to push at the door to the room, but it wouldn't budge. Mike's grumbling curses under his breath were enough to tell you that brute force wasn't going to work.

You crouched slightly, running your hand along the edges of the crack. It wasn't wide enough to fit Mike's broad frame, but you could squeeze through. "I can crawl in. The crack's big enough for me."

Mike's head snapped toward you, his expression sharp. "What? No. No way. You're not going in there alone."

"Mike—"

"Don't," he interrupted, his voice dropping an octave. His jaw clenched as he stepped closer, towering over you slightly. "You're not doing this. We don't even know if it's Josh and I'm not letting you crawl into some pitch-black room by yourself to find out."

You met his gaze, feeling the tension crackle between you like static. "And what if it is him?" you argued, keeping your voice low but firm. "What if he's hurt or worse? We can't just leave him-"

"I know that," Mike snapped, running a hand through his disheveled hair. The frustration in his voice was clear, but underneath it, you could hear something else. Fear. "But you don't know what's in there."

You shook your head, your voice softening. "We both know how unstable he is right now. If he is there unconscious and we leave him alone… Mike, that's as good as killing him."

Mike's jaw tightened, his hand flexing on the shotgun's grip. He muttered something under his breath about you being too fucking stubborn.

You almost smiled at his gruff protectiveness, but the situation was too dire for it to stick. "We don't have time to argue about this," you said, crouching lower.

Mike groaned, exasperated. "Jesus Christ, would you just—"

But you didn't wait for him to finish. Dropping to your hands and knees, you began crawling through the crack. Behind you, you could hear Mike's frustrated curses, the scrape of his boots as he paced just out of reach. The wall was thicker than you expected, the jagged edges of the opening pressing uncomfortably against your arms and legs as you maneuvered through.

"You're impossible, you know that? Completely fucking impossible." Mike hissed, his voice carrying through the crack.

The space grew tighter before finally opening up and you tumbled into a pitch-black room. The air was heavy, colder than the hallway, and the silence was deafening. You could barely make out the shapes around you.

"Josh?" you called softly, your voice barely above a whisper. The sound echoed faintly, swallowed by the oppressive darkness.

A metallic clicking sound cut through the silence, faint but distinct. You froze, straining your ears.

"Josh," you whispered again, your voice trembling slightly. Another click, closer this time, but still impossible to pinpoint. You felt your heart hammering in your chest as you scanned the room, the shadows shifting and morphing with each movement of your flashlight.

The room felt wrong.

Behind you, Mike's voice cut through the stillness, laced with that same infuriating charm even in a moment like this.

"Hey," he called softly, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. "Not to rush you or anything, but I'm really enjoying the view here."

You rolled your eyes, whispering back, "Give me the damn lighter, Mike."

A second later, something small and solid thumped against your butt.

Mumbling a sarcastic, "Thanks," you retrieved the lighter and sparked it to life. The flame was small, barely illuminating more than a few feet ahead, but it was enough to make out vague shapes in the room.

"You're welcome," Mike replied in the same sarcastic tone, though his voice grew more serious as he added, "Now hurry up, okay?"

Standing cautiously, you moved further into the room, your steps slow and deliberate as the lighter's light danced across the floor. The stench of putrid and sour, like rotting meat left to fester for weeks, hit you first. Your stomach churned as you brought your free hand to your nose, trying to stifle the gag that threatened to escape.

As the flame flickered across the room, you saw a figure slumped in a chair, its head tilted unnaturally to the side. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped closer. At first, it looked almost human. Too thin and twisted, but human nonetheless. But as you drew nearer, the lighter's glow revealed the truth and your stomach dropped.

The creature's skin clung to its bones, stretched tight like leather over jagged edges of exposed ribs and knotted joints. It was hairless, the surface of its body cracked and uneven, with veins like blackened roots snaking beneath the skin. What was left of it’s face was grotesque. Eyes sunken deep into their sockets, the glimmer of madness still faintly visible in the lifeless orbs. Its jaw hung open, revealing rows of sharp, jagged teeth that gleamed faintly in the light that were no longer human but tools for ripping, tearing and consuming.

Around its wrists, chains were latched tight, rusted and brittle with age. But what sent a chill racing down your spine was the way its body twitched. The faint, sporadic jerks of its limbs made it clear that whatever it was… it wasn't fully dormant.

The ticking sound you'd heard earlier echoed again, and you realized with dawning horror it was the chains straining under the creature's subtle movements.

You took a shaky step back, bile rising in your throat as the stench became overpowering. You turned quickly, ready to crawl back through the crack and put as much distance between yourself and the thing as possible. But before you could drop to the floor, the ticking sound came again—louder this time.

Turning back, you saw the creature's head snap upright, its empty eyes staring directly at you. Its jaw stretched open in a hideous, unnatural screech that pierced the silence. You froze as its arm twitched violently, the sound of snapping bone accompanying the motion. Its hand twisted, bending in an impossible direction with a sickening crunch.

The chain broke.

Before you could react, the creature lunged, its remaining arm straining against the other chain as it reached for you. You stumbled back, your body screaming to move even as fear rooted you to the spot. The second chain snapped with a deafening crack, sending a cloud of rust and dust into the air as the creature freed itself entirely.

You cursed rapidly, dropping to the floor and scrambling back toward the crack.

The jagged edges of the wall bit into your arms and legs as you crawled, but you didn't stop. Panic surged through your veins as the creature's screeches grew louder, closer. One particularly sharp edge sliced into your arm, a searing pain shooting up to your shoulder. You gritted your teeth, refusing to stop, until finally you burst through the other side.

Mike's voice was sharp and urgent as he hauled you up by your arm.

You barely had time to catch your breath before the creature's head and arm burst through the crack after you. Its clawed hand latched onto your leg, the sharp talons sinking into your skin. Pain exploded up your thigh as it pulled, dragging you down toward the jagged crack in the wall. Its face emerged fully now, grotesque and twisted, teeth bared in a hideous snarl that seemed more animal than human. The hollow sockets of its eyes fixed on you, gleaming with a hunger that froze the blood in your veins.

You let out a sharp cry, your fingers scrambling against the cold floor to find anything to anchor yourself. The strength of its grip was otherworldly, the muscles in its thin, wiry arm flexing as it tried to haul you back toward the dark hole.

Before you could even register what was happening, Mike was on top of it. His boot came down on the creature's head with a resounding crack, the force slamming its face into the jagged edges of the wall. The creature shrieked in response, its claws tightening instinctively, sending another wave of searing pain through your leg.

But Mike didn't stop. His entire body radiated fury, his breaths coming in short, savage bursts as he lifted his foot and brought it down again, this time with even more force. The impact sent a spray of black blood and bone fragments scattering across the floor. The creature's head snapped back, but it didn't release you.

"Get the fuck off him!" Mike roared, his voice hoarse with desperation and rage. He stomped again, the crunch of bone echoed through the hallway as the lower half of its face shattered, teeth scattering like shattered glass.

Mike kicked the creature's wrist and wrenching it backward with all his strength. The sickening pop of dislocated joints filled the air, followed by another ear-piercing screech and Mike's face twisted into a snarl. His entire body shook with adrenaline and anger as he stood tall once more, lifting his foot high and slamming it down directly onto the creature's temple.

The force of the stomp finally loosened the creature's grip. Its claws slid free of your leg, leaving jagged, bleeding gashes in their wake. You cried out in pain, clutching at the wound as Mike didn't even pause. He brought his boot down again and again, every stomp fueled by pure wrath.

The creature's head caved under the relentless blows, its skull cracking open with a grotesque squelch. Blood and dark, viscous fluids splattered across the floor and up Mike's boots, but he didn't stop until its body went completely still, its remaining arm falling limp against the ground.

Chest heaving, Mike stumbled back, his hands clenched into fists as he glared down at the lifeless corpse. His face was pale but tight with anger, his eyes wide and wild as he processed what had just happened.

His head snapped toward you and the rage that had consumed him just moments ago melted instantly into worry.

"Shit," he muttered, rushing to your side. He dropped to his knees, his hands hovering over your leg but not touching the wound yet.

"Fuck, you're bleeding a lot. Goddamn it,” he said, his voice trembling as he carefully peeled back the shredded material of your pants to get a better look. His voice broke off, replaced by a shaky exhale as he tore a piece of his shirt and wrapped it tightly around your leg to stem the bleeding. "I told you not to go in there, damn it. I fucking told you."

Mike shook his head, his jaw clenching as he looped an arm around your waist protectively to pull you upright. His grip on you was firm but gentle as he helped you stand. "Fuck this place. We're getting out of here. Now." He muttered, his voice low and full of venom.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Mike shook his head, his jaw tight. "Don't," he said firmly. "Don't you dare apologize. You're okay. That's all that matters."

The hallway was completely dark at this point. Behind all the bars present there, the caged wendigos stirred, their clawed hands stretching through the gaps, grasping at the air as if they could feel your presence.

Your injured leg throbbed relentlessly, each step sending sharp, stabbing pain shooting up through your thigh. The wound on your calf hadn't stopped bleeding entirely and your balance faltered with every uneven step on the crumbling floor. Sweat dripped down your temple as you tried to focus on moving forward, but every time your foot touched the ground, it felt like fire spreading through your muscles. Mike stayed close, his body taut, the shotgun gripped tightly in his hands.

The wendigo closest to you let out a guttural screech, its hollow eyes locking onto yours as its clawed hand stretched through the bars, missing you by mere inches. Its face was a grotesque mask of stretched skin and sharp, bared teeth, the sinewy muscles of its neck twitching violently as it thrashed against its restraints.

Mike stepped in front of you, shielding you from the monster as its claws swiped again, narrowly missing his shoulder.

You pressed your hand against the wall for support, forcing your injured leg to keep moving despite the burning agony with every step. Behind you, the creatures rattled their cages, their shrieks growing louder and more frenzied the farther you went. Some of the bars groaned under their weight, bending slightly as they threw their emaciated bodies against them.

The hallway stretched endlessly before you, a gauntlet of snarling wendigos that seemed to grow more agitated with every passing second. One of them, near the end of the row, managed to twist its arm through the bars far enough to swipe at your side. Mike reacted instantly, spinning around and shoving you gently but firmly to the opposite wall as he fired the shotgun and blasted away the creature.

You clenched your jaw and pressed forward, determined to ignore the pain in your leg. Each step felt heavier than the last, and you could feel blood trickling into your boot, sticky and warm.

Then, the worst happened. As you rounded the next corner, two wendigos leaped into view, free of any cages or chains. Their bodies moved in horrifying spasms, every joint bending unnaturally as they scuttled toward you on all fours. Their screeches pierced the air and their glowing eyes locked onto you with unrelenting hunger.

"Shit," Mike hissed, grabbing your arm and pulling you close to his side. The grip was firm and rough, his body positioning itself instinctively between you and the advancing creatures. "Go! Now!"

You stumbled forward, your injured leg nearly giving out as he guided you down the hall. The wendigos were fast, their spindly limbs propelling them with terrifying speed. Mike fired a shot at one, the buckshot sending it skidding sideways into the wall. It let out an ear-splitting wail but didn't stop, its mangled arm twitching as it resumed its pursuit.

Your hands fumbled against the heavy wooden door at the end of the hall, the rusted metal handle refusing to budge as you pushed and pulled with all your strength.

Panic rising in your chest as you threw your weight against it. Behind you, Mike fired again, the roar of the shotgun drowning out the wendigos' screeches for a split second.

The door finally gave way with a loud groan and you stumbled inside, turning just in time to see Mike heave a rusted metal barrel into the hallway. He fired a shot into the side of it, sparks igniting the contents within.

"Get down!" he shouted, diving toward you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him just as the barrel exploded in a deafening roar. The shockwave of the blast slamming into both of you as flames roared down the corridor. Mike's body shielded you from the worst of it.

When the smoke began to clear, he loosened his hold just enough to look at you, his face streaked with dirt and sweat. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, his eyes scanning you quickly for any new injuries. "You okay?" he asked, his voice rough but steady.

You nodded, your hands clutching his arms for support, his arm steady around your waist as he guided you to the other room to get out of this place.

The stairs creaked underfoot, your breathing was ragged, the pain in your leg a constant reminder of how precarious your situation was. But the tension in the air wasn't just from the pain or the fear, it radiated off Mike in waves, his grip on you firm, almost too tight as he kept you close while you ascended the stairs.

His jaw was set and his eyes darted constantly to every corner of the stairwell. His breaths came sharp and shallow, and you knew he wasn't just tense. He was worried. Deeply, intensely worried.

"Mike," you said softly, glancing up at him as you reached the landing. He didn't respond, his jaw twitching slightly as his eyes scanned the hallway ahead.

"Hey," you tried again, nudging him lightly. "Talk to me."

"I'm fine," he snapped, the tension in his voice unmistakable.

"You're gonna give yourself a heart attack if you keep clenching your jaw like that," you pressed, your tone soft but firm.

"Not the time," he muttered, his eyes flicking to the corners of the ceiling, as if expecting something to drop down at any moment. His hand on your waist tightened fractionally, like he needed the reassurance of your presence.

You huffed lightly, your lips quivering into a faint smile despite everything. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to squeeze the life out of me. If that's your plan, you're doing a great job."

That earned a sharp exhale from him. "I'm keeping you close," he said, his voice low. "Because every time you're more than three feet away, you pull some stupid shit like crawling into a death trap."

You raised an eyebrow, your tone turning teasing. "So you do like me close. Got it."

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, shaking his head, but you caught the slight twitch of his lips, the faintest crack in his armor.

You leaned into him slightly, your shoulder brushing his. "It's okay to admit it. I get it, l am pretty irresistible."

He scoffed, the sound almost incredulous. "You're limping, bleeding, and probably smell like a dumpster fire. Real irresistible."

You grinned at that, the teasing lilt in his voice a small victory. "And yet, you're still holding onto me. Seriously, though. I'm okay, Mike I promise."

His jaw twitched again, but this time, his shoulders relaxed just the tiniest bit. "Yeah, well… you better stay that way," he said gruffly, but there was a softness in his tone now, a crack in the wall of tension he'd been holding up all night. He finally glanced down at you, his eyes narrowing slightly, though there was no real heat in his glare. "You're unbelievable."

"And you're hot," you shot back, biting back a laugh as you nudged him again.

That did it. Despite himself, Mike's lips twitched again, and this time, the faint smile broke through his scowl. He shook his head, letting out a soft, exasperated laugh until he finally gave in, his grin breaking fully through the annoyed expression he'd been trying so hard to hold onto.

Mike met your gaze again, his expression conflicted, torn between the guilt that still lingered and the relief that you were here with him despite everything. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. Instead, he just stared at you, his eyes dark with emotion.

Without warning, he leaned down, his free hand gripping your face with a force that nearly made you gasp. His lips crashed into yours with a desperation that took you completely by surprise. The kiss was rough, almost violent in its intensity, his breath was hot and ragged, each exhale trembling with the intensity of the emotions he was trying to keep in check.

His movements sharp and demanding, as if he couldn't get close enough to you, couldn't feel enough of you. You responded instinctively, your arms tightening around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, your body aching yet craving the connection he was giving you. His weight pressed down on you more as the kiss deepened.

His breath grew hotter, more frantic. His fingers tightened on your skin, almost painful, like he was terrified to let go, desperate to drown out any space between you. You could feel his desperation in every frantic breath, his rough kisses stealing away any sense of time as he devoured you.

His hands slipping from your face to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer, needing more.

Needing you.

You could feel the heat of his breath as he pulled back only for a fraction of a second before diving back in, his lips pressing into yours with renewed force.

Your lungs burned as the kiss deepened further, but you didn't care. All you could focus on was him. On the unfiltered emotion in every press of his lips.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you gasping for breath. His eyes were dark, clouded with emotion, his lips slightly swollen from the intensity of the kiss. His hands still cradled your face, thumbs brushing softly against your skin as though trying to calm himself after the storm he had unleashed, his hand steady on your waist as he guided you forward. The silence that followed wasn't heavy anymore. It was lighter, softer, filled with the unspoken trust between you.

The hallway stretched long and dark before you, lit only by the flickering remnants of Mike's firestick. Your injured leg throbbed mercilessly, and every step felt heavier than the last as you gritted your teeth to suppress any more unnecessary hiss of pain.

Then a wendigo's high-pitched screech came, splitting the oppressive silence like a blade. The sound was unnatural, piercing, and far too close for comfort. Your stomach dropped as your head whipped around toward the source of the noise.

"Fuck!" Mike cursed loudly, grabbing your arm as the wendigo emerged from the shadows at the far end of the hallway, its spindly limbs skittering across the walls in horrifying bursts of movement.

You stumbled forward, your heart racing as Mike fired a shot at the locked door ahead of you. The sound of splintering wood and metal filled the air, and he shoved the door open, quickly ushering you inside. His movements were frantic but controlled as he began to drag something heavy nearby the door to block it completely, "Find a way out! I’ll follow you instantly!"

Your eyes darted across the room, panic clouding your thoughts as you struggled to take in your surroundings. There was no exit, nothing but a gaping crack in the floor, wide enough for you and Mike to drop through.

Mike was beside you instantly, his breath heavy as he inspected the space. Without a word, he jumped down, landing with a thud before spinning around to face you.

His arms shot up, palms open as he looked up at you. "I'll catch you," he said firmly, his voice steady and sure.

You bit your lower lip, the tension in your body making you hesitate as you gripped your leg tightly. "Mike—"

"Just jump," he cut you off, his voice softening. "I've got you. I promise."

Trusting him, you closed your eyes and pushed off the edge, your body free-falling for a split second before Mike's hands caught you mid-air. His arm snaked around your waist as his other gripped the railing next to him for balance and he eased you down to the ground as gently as possible, careful not to aggravate your injury.

"You okay?" he asked, his hand lingering on your waist as he searched your face for any sign of pain.

You nodded, though the pounding in your leg was relentless. "Yeah," you breathed, though it wasn't entirely true.

Mike didn't push. He simply wrapped his arm around you, helping you limp through the dimly lit room filled with barrels. The sharp smell of fuel stung your nose and your pulse quickened as you realized the potential danger. The two of you reached a set of stairs leading up to another door, and Mike grunted as he shouldered most of your weight. Together, you began pushing at the door, the effort making your arms burn.

A screech echoed from above, and your head snapped up just in time to see the wendigo drop from the ceiling, its body twisting grotesquely as it landed. Its eyes locked onto Mike, and it lunged forward with inhuman speed.

"Mike!" you cried, your voice raw with panic as the creature closed in.

He spun around just in time, raising the shotgun and firing a deafening blast that hit the wendigo square in the chest. It screeched and flew back. The door behind you creaked as you pushed it open a fraction more, your breath coming in frantic gasps. "Mike, come on!"

He didn't look at you, his focus was entirely on the wendigo, which now skittered sideways, its claws scraping against the walls. Another screech pierced the air and a second wendigo dropped from above, ready to strike at Mike soon. You saw it, felt the icy terror grip your chest and moved without thinking.

"Mike!" you yelled, your voice raw and desperate as you lunged forward. Your hands shoved against his shoulder, the force of your push knocking him out of the wendigo's path. The wendigo's claws swept through the air, its momentum throwing it off balance as it landed on the ground with a deafening screech.

Something was wrong.

There was a faint pressure at your neck, a dull, stinging sensation that you barely registered. For a split second, the room blurred around you and you stumbled, catching yourself against the railing.

Your breaths felt shallow, your chest tight, but you couldn't focus on any of it. Your eyes were locked on Mike, who had already regained his footing and turned back toward the wendigo.

The creature leaped again, and this time, Mike's shot found its mark. The blast echoed like thunder, hitting the barrels, their contents sloshing as the fuel spilled across the floor and began to burn. Mike's gaze darted toward you, his eyes narrowing in urgency. "Get down!" he yelled, his voice barely cutting through the ringing in your ears.

The explosion ripped through the air, the shockwave slamming into you with enough force to knock you off your feet. You felt yourself thrown backward, the heat of the flames licking at your skin as you tumbled through the doorway. When you landed, it was on top of Mike, his arms wrapped tightly around you as the two of you hit the snowy ground outside.

The muffled sound of the fire roared in the background, but all you could focus on was the steady rise and fall of Mike's chest beneath you. Your face rested against him, the cold of the snow stark against the heat still radiating from the explosion. His breaths were heavy, ragged, as his arms loosened their grip just enough to check if you were okay.

"You good?" His voice was breathless, the words barely audible over the pounding in your ears.

You tried to answer, but the sound caught in your throat. A strange, wet gurgle escaped instead and your body stiffened. That dull, stinging sensation in your neck flared to life and suddenly, you became acutely aware of how warm and sticky your skin felt.

Mike's body shifted beneath you as he sat up, pulling you gently with him, His hand moved to your shoulder, steadying you as he finally looked down at you. His expression shifted instantly, his eyes widening in horror as they locked onto the blood dripping down your neck.

His words died in his throat as he saw blood everywhere. It soaked into your shirt, into his jacket, pooling on the snow beneath you. His hands moved instinctively to your neck, pressing against the wound in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding.

"Shit, shit, no, no…no, please—" his voice cracked as he pressed harder, fingers trembling as he tried to hold you together. But it wasn't working. The blood kept coming, warm and unrelenting, spilling over his hands like a river.

The cold began to creep into your limbs, the light in the world dimming as your vision blurred. Your head lolled forward slightly, and Mike caught you, cradling you against his chest. You could hear his shallow, panicked gasps that matched the erratic beat of your own heart.

Your chest felt heavy, the air in your lungs thin and fleeting as the world around you faded further.

Mike's face swam in your vision, his expression raw and broken. His lips moved, but you couldn't make out the words. He pressed against your neck, refusing to let go.

Your head rested limply against him, and for a fleeting moment, you felt the warmth of his hands, the familiar strength of his embrace. Your thoughts slipped further away, the edges of the world softening until there was nothing left.

Mike’ shoulders shook, a raw, guttural sound ripping from his chest as he pulled you closer, his forehead pressing against yours. The snow around him had turned crimson, the stark contrast against the white ground only amplifying his despair.

He pulled you closer, cradling you against his chest like a fragile, broken thing as he got up and hauled you in his arms and started to run towards the lodge.

His vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes. His jaw clenched tightly, the muscles trembling as he tried to hold back the sobs threatening to break free. But the lump in his throat grew heavier with every passing second, his body shaking uncontrollably as he stared down at you.

The face of the person he loved was slack now, the color draining from your cheeks. Eyes now dull and half-lidded, as though the light had been extinguished completely.

His hand began to tremble, still pressing against your neck in a futile attempt to hold onto you, to keep you here with him. His teeth gritted so hard it felt like they might crack, and his breath came out in a harsh, shuddering gasp. The snow beneath him seemed to tilt, the world spinning as the enormity of your absence settled over him like a crushing weight.

The wind howled softly around him, the cold biting at his face as he kept running. The snow crunched under Mike's boots as he stumbled through the forest, your limp body cradled tightly in his arms. His legs shook beneath him, exhaustion gnawing at his body, but desperation drove him forward. He refused to stop, refused to even consider the thought of letting you go. His mind clung to one singular thought: get to the lodge. Someone will know what to do. Someone can help him.

"You're okay. You're gonna be okay. Just… just hold on a little longer, okay?" His voice broke the silence, hoarse and trembling.

The world around him felt like it was collapsing, the reality of what had happened clawing at the edges of his mind.

The sight of a faint flashlight beam ahead snapped him back to the present. His heart leapt, a flicker of hope surging through him as the beam grew brighter, closer and he recognized who was there. "Sam!" he called out, his voice cracking, raw with panic and desperation. "Please! I need help!"

"Mike? Is that you?" Her voice, sharp with urgency, carried through the cold.

Her pace faltered as she got a clear look at him, her breath hitching audibly. The relief that had briefly flickered across her face disappeared in an instant, replaced by shock and horror as her gaze locked onto you.

"Mike… what—" Her voice broke, her words catching in her throat as she took another step closer, her hands flying to her mouth.

Mike staggered toward her, your weight heavy in his arms but his grip unwavering. His face was a mess of dirt and tears, his eyes wide and brimming with desperation. "He's hurt," he choked out, his voice cracking. "I need—I need you to help me. He's bleeding—there's so much blood—“

Sam's gaze dropped slightly, catching the crimson stain that had spread across your neck and chest. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Tears welled in her eyes and she reached out a trembling hand toward you, then froze, as if afraid to touch you and confirm what she was seeing.

"Mike…" Her voice was barely above a whisper, the words trembling as they left her lips. "I'm so sorry."

"No!" Mike cut her off, his voice raw, almost a shout. "Don't say it! Don't you dare say it!" His arms tightened around you, his entire body shaking as he staggered another step forward.

Sam blinked back tears, shaking her head as she took another unsteady step closer. "Mike," she said softly, her voice breaking as tears spilled down her cheeks. "He's—" Her voice caught again, and she clamped a hand over her mouth, a strangled sob escaping her.

Mike refused to look at her. He couldn't bear it. His jaw clenched so tightly it hurt, his teeth grinding together as he forced himself to move past her. His focus remained fixed ahead, his vision blurred by tears as he pushed forward.

His arms ached from carrying you, his steps slowed as his knees buckling as the strength finally left him.

He sank to the ground, the snow crunching beneath him as he cradled you tighter. His tears fell freely now, streaking down his face and mixing with the blood smeared across his hands. His body shook with sobs, forehead pressing against yours as he held you close.

He was alone.

ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉 𝒯𝒶𝓎𝓁ℴ𝓇

The air in the mines was oppressive, a heavy, stale weight that seemed to cling to your skin. The walls were jagged, uneven stone, streaked with grime and rust from decades of disuse. The smell of damp earth mixed with the faint metallic tang of old mining equipment and the faint drip of water echoed eerily in the distance.

Every step you and Matt took echoed too loudly for comfort, the crunch of loose gravel beneath your feet magnified by the stillness around you. The occasional distant screech, sharp and unnatural, set your nerves on edge, each sound ricocheting through the tunnels like a cruel reminder that you weren't alone.

The only thing keeping you grounded was Matt's presence at your side. His arm was wrapped securely around your waist, his touch firm yet gentle as he guided you along the uneven path. He flinched in sync with you at every strange noise, his grip tightening instinctively.

"What even is that sound?" you whispered, your voice trembling as you glanced over your shoulder.

Matt glanced at you, his face pale but calm, the corner of his mouth twitching in an attempt at a reassuring smile. "Probably just a bat," he said, his voice low but steady. "Or maybe a rat."

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "You don't sound very convinced."

He let out a nervous chuckle, his eyes darting briefly toward the ceiling before returning to the path ahead. "I don’t really what animals could live in those mines. I'm doing my best here."

The faint humor in his tone brought a small, fleeting smile to your lips. "Well, your best is doing wonders for my nerves," you teased, leaning slightly into him as you walked

Sensing your unease, Matt cleared his throat softly. "So," he began, his voice a little too loud in the stillness, "when we get out of here… what's the first thing you wanna do?"

You glanced at him, the earnestness in his voice pulling your attention away from the oppressive atmosphere of the mines. "The first thing?" you asked, tilting your head in thought. "I don't know. Probably sleep for a week. Maybe a month."

Matt chuckled, the sound warm and genuine despite the tension in his body. "Solid choice," he said. "But, uh, I was thinking more like… what's the plan after all this?"

You shrugged slightly, your steps faltering as the uneven ground shifted beneath you. Matt steadied you immediately, his grip tightening as he slowed his pace to match yours. "I haven't really thought about it," you admitted. "What about you?"

He hesitated, his gaze fixed firmly on the path ahead. "I mean… I guess I've thought about it. A little."

"Yeah?" you prompted, glancing at him curiously. "What's the plan, Matt? Gonna be a world-famous athlete or something?"

He laughed softly at that. "Not exactly," he said, his voice quieter now. "I just… I don't know. I wanna settle down, I guess."

"Settle down?" you repeated, your brow furrowing slightly.

"Yeah," he said quickly, his tone almost defensive. "Not like… right away or anything. I just… I want a life. A normal one. You know? Just me and the people I care about"

You smiled faintly, touched by the sincerity in his voice. "That doesn't sound so bad," you said softly.

Matt nodded, his grip on you relaxing slightly. "Yeah," he said, his voice gaining a little more confidence. "And… I mean, I was kinda hoping you'd, uh, be part of that."

His words hung in the air for a moment, the faint sound of dripping water in the distance the only thing breaking the silence. You turned your head to look at him, your heart skipping a beat at the nervous, almost shy expression on his face.

"Me?" you asked, a small smile tugging at your lips.

"Yeah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper now. "I mean… if you'd want to. I just… I've been thinking about it. A lot. And, uh…" He trailed off, stretching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Never mind. It's stupid."

"Matt," you said gently, stopping in your tracks and turning to face him fully. He froze, his eyes darting between yours as if bracing himself for some kind of rejection. "That's not stupid, it’s perfect." You said, your voice soft but steady.

His lips parted slightly, his expression shifting to one of cautious hope. The relief on his face was instant, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice soft and full of vulnerability.

"Yeah," you replied, leaning into him just slightly. "I'd like that. A lot."

His smile then was brighter than you'd ever seen it, his eyes shining with a mix of relief and happiness that made your chest ache in the best way.

The cold, damp air of the mines clung to your skin as you and Matt continued walking. The faint, uneven glow of the torches lining the walls provided little relief from the oppressive darkness, their flickering light casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to shift with every step. The tunnels stretched endlessly ahead of you, the sense of direction you'd clung to slowly slipping away the deeper you ventured.

Your nerves prickled with unease as you glanced back, there was a trail of blood you were leaving behind. Your hands throbbed relentlessly, the jagged pieces of glass embedded in your skin after crashing against the window at the tower. The cuts were deep, fresh and unforgiving, the torn flesh around them pale and bloodied.

With a quiet sigh, you slowed your pace, your focus shifting to your hands as you tried to pluck out another shard. You thought you had already removed all of them when you dropped down here in the mines. The sharp sting made you hiss in pain and Matt's head snapped toward you instantly, his body tensing.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice filled with concern as he stepped closer. His eyes flickered to your hands. "What are you doing? You're just gonna make it worse."

"I have to get it out," you murmured, wincing as another shard shifted under your skin. "It's not that bad."

Matt frowned, his brow furrowing as he gently took your hands in his. His larger, warmer hands engulfed yours completely, his touch firm but careful as he turned them over to inspect the damage. "Not that bad?" he repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Your hands are freezing and you're still bleeding."

You opened your mouth to argue, but the sharp look in his eyes stopped you. He sighed softly, his shoulders relaxing as he shifted his grip to cradle your hands more gently. "Come on," he said, his voice soft but steady. "I think I hear water up ahead."

You blinked, glancing at him in surprise. "Water?"

He nodded, his expression softening. "Yeah. Let's check it out, okay? We've gotta do something about these cuts."

Without waiting for your response, he began leading you forward, his hand sliding down to your wrist to guide you carefully through the uneven tunnel. The sound of trickling water grew louder with every step, a soothing, rhythmic sound that echoed softly through the cavern. Soon, the tunnel opened into a small chamber, the faint glimmer of wet stone catching the dim torchlight. A narrow stream of water fell from the ceiling in a delicate cascade, pooling into a shallow basin before trickling down along the path.

The air in the chamber was cooler, carrying the faint, mineral scent of fresh water. The steady sound of the stream was oddly calming, a stark contrast to the eerie silence of the tunnels you'd left behind. The soft glimmer of the water as it trickled down the uneven rock walls created a sense of serenity amidst the chaos.

Matt led you toward the stream, his movements careful as he guided you to the edge of the small cascade. "Here," he said softly, crouching slightly to inspect the flow. "It's not perfect, but it's all we've got right now. Better than leaving those cuts open," he replied, his voice gentle but firm.

You sighed, nodding as you crouched beside him and extended your hands toward the stream. The moment the icy water touched your skin, you hissed softly, the cold stinging against the open wounds. The water ran clear at first, then turned faintly pink as it carried away the blood from your cuts. Tiny shards of glass loosened under the gentle pressure of the stream, clinking softly as they fell to the ground.

When the flow began to slow, Matt pulled back slightly, reaching for the hem of his jacket. Without hesitation, he tore a strip of fabric from the bottom, the faint sound of ripping cloth breaking the silence. He carefully wrapped the makeshift bandage around your hands, his fingers working quickly but gently to secure the fabric in place

"There," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he finished tying the bandage. His hands lingered on yours for a moment, his thumbs brushing lightly over the back of your knuckles. Then, without a word, he leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your bandaged hands, his lips warm against the cold fabric.

Your chest tightened at the gesture, and you felt a faint blush creep into your cheeks. Matt straightened, his gaze meeting yours with a softness that made your heart ache in the best way. "Better?" he asked quietly, his voice low and warm.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah. Much better."

The corners of his mouth lifted in a faint smile, relief flickering in his eyes. You stepped forward before he could say anything else, leaning in to press your lips against his. His breath hitched slightly in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed you back, the warmth of his embrace chasing away the lingering chill in the air.

The kiss deepened, his hands tightening slightly against your back as he held you close to let you feel the steady rhythm of his heart against yours. When you finally pulled away, breathless but smiling, his gaze lingered on yours, his expression filled with a quiet, unspoken promise.

"Thanks," you murmured, your voice barely audible.

Matt smiled softly, his thumb brushing against your side as he leaned his forehead gently against yours. "Always," he replied, his voice steady and full of warmth.

The stream of water trickled steadily along the uneven ground, glinting faintly in the dim light from the torches overhead. You and Matt had followed its path for what felt like an eternity, the sound of water the only constant in the suffocating silence of the mines. Your heart leapt when you saw a faint glimmer of light piercing through a jagged crack in the wall ahead. It wasn't much, just a thin sliver of hope, but it was enough to send a flicker of relief through your chest.

Matt followed your gaze, his eyes narrowing as he studied the gap. "It could lead somewhere safer," He trailed off, frowning slightly.

"Or it could be another dead end," you finished for him, your voice heavy with doubt.

Matt glanced at you, his expression softening. He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. "I'll check it out. Stay here, okay?"

"What?" you said quickly, panic bubbling up in your chest. "No. Matt, you don't know what's on the other side. It could be dangerous—"

"Which is exactly why I should go first," he interrupted, his tone calm but firm. "I'll just look around, make sure it's safe. I'll be right back."

You opened your mouth to argue, but he was already crouching down, peering through the narrow gap.

"Matt, wait—" you started, but he had already slipped through the crack, disappearing into the faint light beyond.

The air in the mines felt colder, heavier, as you stood near the crack in the wall.

You hugged your arms tightly to your chest, the makeshift bandages Matt had tied around your hands now damp with blood that refused to stop. The faint rustling sound of your jacket fabric seemed unbearably loud in the oppressive silence. Your fingers curled into fists, the pressure against your cuts sending a sharp pang up your arms, but you barely noticed.

"Matt," you called softly, your voice trembling as it echoed faintly in the cavern. The sound seemed to dissolve into the stillness, swallowed by the darkness.

No answer.

Your chest tightened, the absence of his response gnawing at your nerves. It felt like hours had passed, even though you knew it had only been a few minutes. The faint light from the other side of the crack flickered as if mocking your unease.

From the depths of the tunnel behind you heard a faint and soft, almost imperceptible scuffle, like something shifting against the stone. You spun instinctively, your breath catching in your throat as you stared into the pitch-black void. Your flashlight was useless now, its beam long since dimmed and the torches lining the walls were too far apart to offer any real visibility.

The sound came again, closer this time, a faint rustle followed by what sounded like a light scrape against the wall. The knot in your stomach tightened and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching you from the shadows.

You turned back to the crack, your voice more urgent now as you called for him again. "Matt? Are you okay? Say something!"

Nothing. The silence pressed down on you, heavy and smothering. A sudden screech from somewhere deep in the mines made you flinch violently, your body jerking as you stumbled back a step. The sound was sharp, high-pitched, and unnatural, like metal scraping against metal but twisted into something alive.

You turned your head toward the sound again, straining to see anything in the inky blackness behind you.

"Matt," you whispered again, your voice cracking as you pressed closer to the crack in the wall. The stone felt cold and rough against your shoulder as you leaned into it, hoping to hear anything from the other side.

Then you heard a faint splash, like something stepping into water. The sound came from somewhere behind you, far enough away to be barely audible but close enough to make your heart stop for a second. Your body froze, muscles locking up as your ears strained to catch more. Another faint splash followed, rhythmic and deliberate, as though whatever was moving wasn't in a hurry.

The sound of your own heartbeat pounded in your ears, each beat faster and louder than the last as the splashes grew closer, slow and steady. The air seemed to thicken around you, pressing down on your lungs as you struggled to breathe.

Still no response from Matt.

The splashes stopped, replaced by an eerie silence that was somehow worse. The absence of sound felt deafening, as though the entire mine was holding its breath. You turned slowly, your eyes wide as you searched the darkness behind you, your body trembling with fear.

And then, faintly, you saw movement in the distance. A shadow shifting against the faint torchlight, too quick and too deliberate to be your imagination. Your breath caught, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you pressed your back against the wall.

You turned your head toward it again, desperation rising in your chest. "Matt!" you called, louder this time, your voice breaking.

Your voice echoed sharply, bouncing off the walls before dissolving into the void. You waited, your heart pounding so loudly you thought it might drown out any response. Seconds stretched into eternity, the silence between each heartbeat suffocating.

And then, faintly, from the other side of the crack, came Matt's voice, low and hurried. "I'm here. I'm okay. You can come in."

The moment Matt's voice called for you from the other side of the crack, signaling that it was safe, you didn't hesitate. You dropped to your hands and knees and began crawling through the jagged crack as fast as you could, ignoring the sharp sting of your hands pressing against the rough stone.

The screech behind you grew louder. Panic gripped you as you crawled faster.

When you finally reached the other side, your eyes met Matt's worried face. His hand extended immediately, gripping yours tightly in his strong, warm grasp and pulling you through the crack. The instant you were free, his arm slipped around your waist to steady you as you jumped down to the lower ground.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with concern as his eyes searched your face for any sign of injury.

You nodded, breathless but grateful, and his expression softened slightly. The warmth of his touch helped ease some of the tension in your chest, though the eerie echo of the screech behind you lingered in your mind.

Matt glanced toward a small wooden table nearby, where an old, rusted lantern and a lighter sat. He picked up the lighter and sparked the flame. The sudden glow from the lantern illuminated the small chamber around you, the walls damp and uneven, with thick roots snaking down from the ceiling.

Matt turned back to you, the lantern casting soft shadows across his face. Не opened his mouth to suggest moving down the path ahead, but then his expression changed. His brows furrowed, eyes widening as he focused on something behind you.

"Get down!" he yelled, his voice sharp and urgent.

Before you could react, he lunged forward, stepping between you and whatever was behind you. The crack of wood splintering filled the air, followed by a scream of pain as Matt blocked the strike with his arm. The shattered remains of a shovel clattered to the ground as a figure stumbled backward and screamed in agony.

"Jess? Is that you?”

Her green, torn jacket hung loosely around her thin frame, patched together haphazardly with strips of fabric and grime. Her blonde hair, usually vibrant, was matted and streaked with dirt, clinging to her pale skin. Dark circles framed her sunken eyes, which darted nervously around the room. Her lips were cracked and bloodied and her movements were stiff, her entire body trembling as though every step was an effort.

Her jeans were shredded at the knees, revealing deep gashes and bruises on her legs, shoulders visibly swollen and discolored.

Matt's face twisted in concern as he stepped closer, his voice softening. "Jesus, Jess. What the hell happened to you? How the fuck are you still alive?”

Jessica’s body tense as she tried to stay on her feet, the pain in her arm made her wince and drop them back to her sides. Her lips trembled as she looked at him, recognition slowly dawning in her tired eyes. "Yeah…" she whispered, her voice hoarse and barely audible.

"Jess, I need to tell you something and I don't want to freak you out, but there's someone up here in the mountain trying to kill all of us," he said gently.

Jessica shook her head weakly, her knees buckling slightly as she struggled to stay upright. "It’s not someone—" she began, her voice cracking. "It came after me!"

Her gaze flickered to you, then back to Matt, her expression filled with a mix of fear and desperation. "It fucking pulled me down here in this nightmare!" she whispered, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes. "Oh, god…"

Her words sent a chill racing down your spine, and you exchanged a worried glance with Matt. He stepped closer to her, his hand hovering near her shoulder as if afraid to touch her in case it caused her more pain. "Can you move?"

Jessica gripped her sides tightly, her body trembling as though the memory alone was unbearable. "I don't know," she whimpered, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Yes..:"

You stepped forward instinctively, your concern outweighing your fear, placing a tentative hand on her shoulder. She flinched at first but then leaned into you, her body sagging against yours as if the effort of standing was too much to bear.

She buried her face against your chest, her sobs quiet but filled with raw pain as her good arm clung to you weakly. You wrapped your arm around her shoulders, holding her steady as you looked back at Matt, your expression filled with worry.

Jessica's grip on you tightened slightly and you felt her body tremble against you. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"What do we do?" you asked quietly, your voice trembling slightly.

Matt's jaw clenched as he looked at Jessica, his concern for her evident in the way his hands hovered near her, wanting to help but unsure how. "We get out of here," he said firmly, his voice steady despite the tension in his body.

With Jessica leaning heavily against you and Matt's protective presence at your side, the three of you began moving forward.

The mines stretched on in dark, twisting paths that seemed to lead nowhere, each turn a mirror of the last. The remnants of old mining equipment lay scattered, rusted and decayed.

Jessica clung to your side, her steps uneven and slow as she leaned heavily against you. The green jacket she found, worn and frayed, hung loosely over her thin frame, the fabric barely enough to protect her from the cold dampness of the mines. Her breaths came in shallow gasps and her body trembled slightly, her strength clearly waning.

Matt led the way, his shoulders tense, his head turning every so often to check behind him. The lantern swung slightly in his grip, the light illuminating his face enough to show the worry etched into his features.

The three of you walked in silence for a while, the occasional scrape of your boots against the gravel and the faint drip of water the only sounds. Jessica's arm tightened around your waist as she shifted slightly, her weight pressing into you more heavily. You slowed your steps to match hers, glancing down at her pale face.

"You doing okay, Jess?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Define 'okay’," she murmured, her voice hoarse but carrying a shadow of her usual sarcasm.

After a moment, you glanced down at her, your voice softer this time. "Jess… where's Mike? Wasn't he with you?"

Her face softened at the mention of his name and for a moment, her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She leaned her head slightly against your shoulder, her voice a trembling whisper. "He came for me," she said, her lips quivering slightly. "He… he tried to save me."

You tightened your grip around her shoulders, your chest tightening at the pain in her voice.

"Have you seen him?" her breath hitching as she blinked back tears.

You felt your throat tighten, and it took a moment before you could answer. "No," you admitted, your voice heavy with regret. "Not since you two went to the chalet."

Jessica's face fell and she turned her gaze downward, her steps faltering slightly.

The silence that followed was heavy, you tightened your grip on Jessica slightly, the small gesture meant to reassure her and yourself.

After a while, she broke the silence, her voice softer but carrying a faint spark of her usual wit. "How long have you and Matt been a thing?" She began, tilting her head slightly toward you.

Her question caught you off guard, and you glanced down at her, surprised by the faint smirk tugging at her lips despite the exhaustion etched across her face. "What makes you think we're a thing?" you asked, your voice light with amusement.

Jessica let out a weak chuckle, the sound strained but genuine. "I’m an expert," she murmured.

Matt, walking just ahead, glanced back briefly at the sound of her laughter, his expression softening slightly. "What's so funny?" he asked, his tone cautious.

Jessica smirked faintly, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with teasing. "I told him about all the times you stared at him."

Matt froze mid-step, his head snapping toward her with wide eyes. "W-what? i don't—That's not—" he stammered, his voice cracking slightly.

Jessica let out another soft chuckle, leaning against you for support. “I've seen it. At college or when we were all together.” She said, her tone weak but playful.

Matt's blush deepened and he turned his attention back to the path ahead, his shoulders hunching slightly. "You're imagining things," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Jessica grinned weakly, glancing up at you. Before raising her voice just enough for Matt to hear, she added, "there was also the prom. You know, when Matt got drunk and told me—"

"Jess, don't," Matt interrupted, his voice sharp but tinged with embarrassment.

"—that he couldn't stop thinking about you," Jessica finished, her grin widening slightly despite her obvious exhaustion.

You laughed softly, glancing at Matt, whose face was now buried in his free hand. "That true, Matt?" you teased, your voice warm and light.

Matt groaned, his voice muffled as he muttered, "I hate both of you."

Jessica's laughter mixed with yours, her voice breathy but carrying that familiar edge of humor you'd missed.

Matt shook his head, though you caught the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he led the way forward.

A screech came suddenly, piercing through the air and echoing off the walls of the mine. It was far too close and the sound made your entire body stiffen. Your breath hitched as Matt whipped his head toward the direction it came from, his expression hardening into one of worry and urgency.

"Move," he said sharply, his voice low but commanding as he motioned down the path ahead. "We need to go. Now."

Jessica flinched against you at the sound, her breaths were ragged, uneven. She was struggling, barely holding herself upright, but you knew she wasn't going to complain or ask to stop. She'd push herself until she physically couldn't anymore.

The three of you hurried forward, the soft crunch of your footsteps mingling with the eerie drip of water echoing in the mines. The dim glow of Matt's lantern barely illuminated the path ahead. Your heart pounded violently, each beat a deafening thrum in your ears as you tried to focus on moving, on keeping Jessica upright.

Up ahead, a broken wooden structure came into view. A few rotting beams leaning precariously against the wall, forming a narrow gap just wide enough to crawl behind. Matt spotted it first and stopped abruptly, his free hand shooting out to gesture toward it.

"Hide," he said quickly, his tone firm. "Behind those. Quick."

You hesitated for a split second, your stomach twisting at the idea of stopping, of not running as far as possible. But then Jessica let out a faint whimper, her body sagging against you and you knew there was no other choice.

"Come on, Jess," you whispered, your voice shaking as you guided her toward the wooden beams. She nodded faintly, her movernents sluggish, but together you managed to squeeze into the narrow space.

Matt followed immediately, shoving himself in after you and positioning himself protectively between you and the open path. His arm slid around your waist, his grip firm. Jessica huddled close to your side, her breathing shallow and strained as her head rested lightly against your shoulder.

Then came the sounds. The same crawling, scraping noises you'd heard earlier, but now they were unbearably close. Whatever was out there was moving along the walls, the faint, rhythmic clicks of claws against stone reverberating in the confined space.

Blood was dripping steadily from your hands, seeping through the fabric Matt had used to wrap them. Each drop hit the floor with a soft, wet sound, the dark stains growing larger with every second. Your hands trembled as you clenched them into fists, trying desperately to stop the bleeding, but it was useless. The faint coppery smell of blood hung in the air and your pulse quickened at the thought of it drawing attention.

The scraping and clicking sounds grew louder, closer. Your breath hitched as the shadows on the floor seemed to stretch, shifting and twisting like something just out of sight was moving toward you. Jessica whimpered faintly, her hand clutching weakly at your jacket as she tried to steady herself.

Matt's grip on your shoulder tightened, his arm was tight around your shoulders, holding you so close to his chest that you could feel his heart pounding against your back, "Don't move. Don't make a sound."

The noises continued, each scrape of claws against stone like nails on a chalkboard. Then, the sound stopped.

Silence.

It was worse than the noise. Every second stretched into an eternity, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure it would give you away. Matt's breathing was slow and controlled, his eyes scanning the path ahead. Jessica's trembling grew worse, her body leaning more heavily as she struggled to stay upright.

Your hands twitched slightly, the pain from the cuts throbbing dully as you tried to stop them from shaking. You whispered Matt's name faintly, tugging lightly at his jacket to get his attention. He turned to you, his expression hardening as his eyes flicked to Jessica. Her knees buckling slightly as her head tilted forward and he caught her before she could collapse fully. His hand gripping her shoulder, steadying her as she let out a faint sob. "It hurts," she whimpered, her voice trembling with exhaustion and pain.

You stepped forward, your arm sliding around Jessica's shoulders to take some of her weight. She leaned heavily against you, her breaths coming in short gasps as Matt signaled for you both to follow him.

Matt leads the way with the lantern held low to illuminate the path.

The scraping, clicking sound came again, but this time it was right behind. Your body stiffened, your breath catching as you glanced over your shoulder.

You saw it.

A monster. Its emaciated frame twisted and contorted, the pale, stretched skin clinging tightly to its bones. Its limbs were unnaturally long, each movement a grotesque spasm as its claws scraped against the stone.

Your blood ran cold as it let out a low, guttural hiss, its breath steaming in the cool air. It crouched low, its claws clicking against the ground as it began to stalk toward you.

You snapped out of your paralysis, your grip tightening around Jessica as you forced your legs to move. The three of you hurried down the path, the sound of the wendigo's claws scraping against the stone growing louder with every step.

It was too fast. You and Jessica were lagging behind, her injuries slowing you both as she clung to you, her weight pressing heavily against your side. She sobbed quietly while doing her best attempt at keeping up.

Matt's eyes landed on a door further down the mine. Without a second thought, he turned back to you. "Keep going!" he shouted, his voice sharp and urgent. "We’re almost there!"

He stopped suddenly, spinning on his heel and raising the lantern high. The wendigo hissed, its jaw unhinging grotesquely as it bared its jagged teeth. With a forceful swing, he hurled the lantern toward the creature. It shattered on impact, the liquid inside igniting instantly and creating a wall of flames. The wendigo recoiled as the fire licked at its skin, momentarily halting its advance.

"Go!" Matt yelled again, waving you forward as he sprinted toward the door.

You tightened your grip on Jessica, her body trembling against yours as the two of you moved as quickly as possible. Every step felt agonizingly slow, your legs burning with effort as her weight dragged against you. Your heart raced, every beat echoing in your ears as the screeches resumed behind you.

Jessica whimpered, her voice breaking as she sobbed, "I'm slowing you down, just leave me here…"

"Not leaving you," you said firmly, your voice cracking under the weight of fear.

Ahead, Matt reached the door, his hands fumbling with the latch as he threw it open. The faint glow of moonlight spilled in, reflecting off the snow outside. "Come on!" he shouted, his hand extended toward you, his voice thick with urgency.

You urged Jessica forward, practically dragging her the last few steps until you reached the door. You let go of her just long enough to help her through the opening, watching as she stumbled out into the snow and collapsed to her knees. She looked back at you, her face pale and streaked with tears, gratitude and worry etched into her features.

"Come on!" Matt yelled again, his voice desperate now as he held out his hand to you.

You moved to take his hand, but a sharp, searing pain erupted in your shoulder. Something cold and unrelenting gripped you, claws piercing through your jacket and into your flesh. The force yanked you backward, your body jerking violently as a strangled gasp escaped your lips.

"No!" Matt screamed, his voice cracking as he lunged toward you, his hand just barely brushing against yours before the wendigo pulled you further away.

Jessica's voice joined his, a broken, desperate cry of your name as she tried to get to her feet, her body trembling uncontrollably.

The last thing you saw was Matt's face, contorted with pure anguish, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Then, everything went cold. The wendigo's claws twisted sharply, and you felt your neck snap with a sickening crack. The pain was blinding for a split second, then gone. Everything went still.

The wendigo hovered over your lifeless body, its milky eyes narrowing as it tilted its head, almost as if inspecting its kill. Then, it turned its gaze back toward Matt and Jessica, its body crouching low as it prepared to pounce.

Matt's body shook as he grabbed the edge of the door, his teeth gritted against the sobs threatening to escape. He slammed the door shut just as the wendigo lunged, the impact reverberating through the wood as the creature slammed into it.

He fell against the door, his back pressing against the rough metal as the wendigo began to bang and scratch furiously from the other side. His breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, his chest heaving as tears streamed down his face. The reality of what had just happened hit him like a freight train, the weight of your absence crushing him entirely.

His hands trembled as he pressed them against the door, his fingers curling into fists as his head fell forward. He gritted his teeth, a guttural, broken sound escaping him as he squeezed his eyes shut against the flood of tears. The banging continued, each thud shaking the door and sending a jolt through his body.

Jessica crawled toward him, her own tears spilling freely as she reached out a trembling hand to his shoulder. "Matt…" she whispered, her voice breaking as she clutched at him. "I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry… it’s all my fault."

Her words only deepened the ache in Matt's chest. He shook his head, his jaw tightening as another sob wracked his body and he buried his face in his hands, his body trembling with the force of his grief.

The wendigo screeched one last time before the sound of its claws scraping against the door stopped. Matt remained frozen, his back still pressed to the door, his body trembling as his tears continued to fall.

For a long moment, he stayed there, his body trembling as the tears refused to stop. He'd lost you. He'd failed to save you. You were gone, ripped away from him in an instant, and the pain of that truth was unbearable.

𝒥ℴ𝓈𝒽 𝒲𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓉ℴ𝓃

The room was deathly quiet, the only sound the faint howl of wind outside. Josh sat slumped against the wall, his hands tied securely, head tilted down. He hadn't looked at you once since Mike and Chris left. You stood a few feet away, arms crossed tightly over your chest, staring at him with a mix of frustration, anger and sadness that was almost too much to bear.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. The tension in the room was suffocating, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down like a lead weight on your chest. Finally, you broke the silence, your voice low and steady.

"Three years," you said quietly, but your tone carried an edge. "Three years we've been together, Josh. Three years of pranking each other, of sharing stupid inside jokes, of dragging each other out of bed when we didn't want to face the day. Three years of being there for each other when no one else was."

Josh didn't respond, his head tilting further down as if he could physically shrink away from your words.

"And then, after everything we've been through," you continued, your voice trembling slightly as you stepped closer, "you let me believe you were dead. You let me stand there and watch as… as I thought you were cut in half by some psycho in this goddamn mountain."

Josh shoulders jerked slightly as if they physically struck him. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a strangled sound, half a whisper, half a breath.

“You could have told me," you said, cutting him off before he could find the words "You could have told me what you were going through, Josh. You could have talked to me instead of shutting me out. You ignored me for months after Hannah and Beth disappeared, and I—I understood why. I understood you were hurting."

Your voice cracked slightly, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself. "I was hurting too, Josh. I was close to them as well. I woke up every single day hoping, praying, that maybe this would be the day they came home. And I wanted to share that pain with someone who understood it, someone who could help me carry it."

Josh finally looked up, but his eyes didn't meet yours. They darted around the room, unfocused and filled with something frantic and broken. "I didn't want you to see me like this," he muttered, his voice shaking. "I—I thought… you'd get it. You'd understand. You always do."

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. "Understand what, Josh? That you were hurting so much that you decided to pull this sick, twisted revenge plot on all of us? That you let me think you were dead for hours just to prove a point?"

"I didn't want to hurt you!" Josh's voice broke as he shouted, his eyes finally snapping up to meet yours. His breathing was erratic, his words tumbling out of his mouth in a frantic, disjointed mess. "You—you weren't supposed to be hurt! This wasn't about you, okay? It was never about you!"

You took a step closer, your voice trembling but firm. "But I was terrified. I thought I lost you. And after months of feeling like I'd already lost you, I thought you were gone for good."

Josh's breathing quickened, his shoulders heaving as his head fell back against the wall. "You don't get it," he muttered, his voice breaking.

You froze, your heart twisting painfully at the raw vulnerability in his voice. "Josh…"

"I love you," he said, his voice cracking as tears filled his eyes. "I-I love you. And you don't… you don't deserve to be dragged down by someone like me. I'm a mess."

He laughed bitterly, the sound hollow and jagged. "Every time I looked at you, I saw them. I saw everything I lost, everything I screwed up."

You knelt down in front of him, your movements slow and deliberate. He stiffened slightly but didn't pull away as you rested your hand gently on his cheek. His breath hitched at the contact, his eyes darting to yours for the first time.

"Josh," you said softly, your voice steady but filled with emotion. "You're not a mess. You're just… hurting. And I get that. I get it more than you know."

His lips trembled as he leaned into your touch, his eyes glistening with tears. "I don't deserve you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You smiled faintly, your thumb brushing lightly over his cheek. "You don't get to decide that," you said gently. "And for the record, you're not problematic. Annoying as hell, maybe." Your teasing tone drew the faintest hint of a smile from him, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it came.

"Josh," you continued, your voice growing softer. "I care about you. And I'm still here. I'm always going to be here."

His lips parted slightly, his breathing shallow as he stared at you with a mix of hope and fear. "You still… you still want to be with me? After everything I've done?"

You nodded, your hand never leaving his cheek. "Yeah," you said softly. "I do."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Josh's expression softened, his eyes glistening with something other than pain. He leaned his forehead against yours as he breathed loudly to try and calm the chaos inside his head.

The chilling sounds from outside grew louder, reverberating through the shelter like an ominous warning. Low, guttural growls mixed with an eerie, raspy breathing that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

Clicking noises, sharp and unnatural, echoed intermittently, each one sending a shiver racing down your spine. The wind outside howled faintly, but it couldn't drown out the unsettling noises that were steadily getting closer.

You stood up instinctively, your hand resting on Josh's shoulder as you glanced behind you. He didn't move, still slumped against the wooden pillar, but his eyes darted toward you. "What is it?" he murmured, his voice hesitant, fragile.

You didn't answer immediately. The sounds clawed at your nerves, each one more unnerving than the last. You stepped forward cautiously, your gaze fixed on the door as you pressed yourself against the wall for cover. Peering outside, you caught sight of it.

Far in the distance, a figure loomed in the faint moonlight. It was impossibly thin, its emaciated body twisted and unnatural, pale skin stretched taut over jutting bones. Its limbs were grotesquely elongated, ending in sharp, jagged claws that scraped against the ground as it moved. Its head tilted unnaturally, hollow eyes staring directly in your direction.

A suppressed gasp escaped your lips as you ducked back inside, your heart hammering violently in your chest. Your hands trembled as you hurried back to Josh, who was watching you with a mix of confusion and concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice still weak but laced with fear.

"There's… something outside," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's coming this way. We need to go."

Josh's eyes widened slightly, his confusion deepening. "Something? What do you mean—what's out there?"

You didn't answer. Your hands moved to the bindings around his wrists, fumbling with the knots as your own panic made it harder to focus.

Josh watched you closely, his body tensing as he tried to make sense of your words. "Wait—What did you see?"

You shook your head, your fingers trembling as you finally managed to loosen the bindings. "I don't know," you admitted, glancing nervously toward the door. "But it's not an animal— or human. And it's getting closer."

Josh stood up unsteadily, swaying slightly as you grabbed his hand to steady him. His mind seemed scattered, his eyes darting around the room as though struggling to connect the pieces.

The sounds outside grew louder. You tightened your grip on Josh's hand, pulling him with you toward the far corner of the shelter, but before you could take more than a few steps, the creature burst through the doorway with a deafening screech.

The sound was so sharp, so primal, that it sent a jolt of terror through your entire body. The monster crawled into the shelter on all fours, its movements impossibly fast and unnervingly erratic. Its milky eyes locked onto you instantly and the growl that rumbled from its chest was deep and guttural, filled with predatory intent.

Your instinct took over and you stepped in front of Josh protectively.

The wendigo moved faster than you could react. Its clawed hand shot forward, wrapping around your face with insane strength. Its claws dug painfully into your skin, silencing the scream that rose in your throat as your hands flew up to grab at its arm.

Josh's voice rang out, raw and panicked. "No! Let him go!" He lunged forward, his fists pounding against the creature's arm as he tried to free you, but the wendigo barely acknowledged him. With its other arm, it swatted him aside with terrifying ease, the force of the blow sending him crashing into the wooden pillar he'd been tied to moments before.

Josh hit the ground hard, blood spilling from a gash on his forehead where it struck the pillar. His head lolled to the side as his body went limp, unconscious.

You struggled against the wendigo's grip, your lungs burning as you fought for air. The creature's claws dug deeper and with horrifying ease, it lifted you off the ground. Your feet dangled uselessly as its glowing eyes bore into yours, cold and empty yet terrifyingly focused.

As you squirmed, your gaze caught something on its arm. A small, faded tattoo.

A butterfly.

Your breath hitched despite the suffocating grip around your face. The tattoo was unmistakable, its design identical to the one Hannah had on her shoulder. A chilling realization swept through you, a horrifying thought clawing its way into your mind.

Before you could process it, the creature's claws slammed you backward. The force sent you careening into the wall, your body colliding with a jagged, exposed wooden beam that penetrated clean through your torso. A sharp, searing pain erupted in your chest. Your body convulsed as the impact left you suspended, the wood pinning you in place.

Your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes, the agony radiating outward from the wound and making every breath feel like fire. Blood poured from your mouth and chest, soaking your clothes as your limbs grew weaker. You turned your head slowly, your gaze meeting the wendigo's once again.

Its hollow, glowing eyes locked onto yours, their unnatural luminescence chilling and unrelenting. But as you stared into those empty voids, something shifted. It wasn't immediate, just a flicker of hesitation, a stutter in its movements that felt out of place.

The wendigo tilted its head slightly, studying you with a focus that sent a shiver racing down your spine.

Your vision blurred slightly, the edges darkening as the pain drained your strength. But you didn't look away, couldn't look away.

For a fleeting moment, its grotesque features softened and you caught a glimpse of something that made your heart clench despite the agony.

Recognition.

Your lips parted slightly, blood spilling over as you struggled to whisper, "Hannah…"

The wendigo didn't move, but the faintest flicker of humanity seemed to ripple across its face. Its jaw twitched, its claws flexing as if struggling against some unseen force.

Your strength ebbed away, the pain in your chest fading to a distant throb as darkness crept into the edges of your vision.

The wendigo dragged Josh's limp body through the snow. Josh's unconscious form trailed behind it like a discarded doll, his face pale, blood dripping steadily from the wound on his temple.

It moved deeper into the darkness until it reached an open cavern. There, it dropped Josh unceremoniously onto the cold, damp ground before retreating into the shadows with a screech.

His body stirred slightly, his hand twitching as his consciousness began to return. Groaning softly, he blinked his eyes open, squinting against the dim, flickering light that barely illuminated the cavern.

"Where…?" he muttered, his voice hoarse, raw from earlier screams. He tried to push himself up, wincing as his head throbbed violently, the blood from the gash on his temple now dried and sticky. His vision swam as he looked around the cavern, his breathing shallow and uneven.

And then he saw you.

You were slumped against the far wall, your body eerily still, blood staining the front of your shirt and pooling around the jagged wooden beam that had impaled you. Your head hung forward slightly, your face pale and lifeless, arms limp at your sides. The sight hit Josh like a physical blow, stealing the air from his lungs and leaving him frozen in place.

"No…" he whispered, his voice trembling. "No, no, no."

He crawled toward you on trembling limbs, his hands and knees scraping against the rough, uneven ground.

When he reached you, his hands hovered uncertainty, shaking as he hesitated to touch you. He didn't want to confirm what he already feared. "Hey," he said, his voice cracking as he reached out to gently cup your face. "Come on. Wake up. You're okay, right? You're—you're okay."

Your head lolled slightly at his touch, your body unnervingly heavy and unresponsive. Josh's breath hitched as he swallowed back a sob, his hands trembling as they moved to your shoulders. "No," he choked out, his voice breaking as panic and despair clawed at his chest.

He shook you gently, his fingers gripping your shoulders tightly as tears spilled down his cheeks. "Please," he begged, his voice raw and desperate. "Please wake up. Please."

When you didn't respond, a broken sob tore from his throat and he pulled you against him, his arms wrapping tightly around your lifeless body. Your head rested against his shoulder, your weight sinking heavily into his lap. Josh buried his face in your hair, his tears soaking into the bloodied fabric of your shirt as his shoulders shook with grief.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling and barely audible. "It’s all my fault."

He pressed a shaky kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as he kept whispering. "Please," he murmured against your skin. "Please wake up. Don't leave me. I need you. Please."

𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈 ℋ𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓁ℯ𝓎

The air in the underground tunnel was thick and cold, carrying the faint, metallic scent of damp earth and rusted metal. The faint glow of the flashlight in Sam's hand illuminated the narrow path ahead, the walls glistening faintly with moisture. Chris leaned heavily against your shoulder as he tried to keep up with the group. His twisted ankle was clearly giving him trouble, each step making his face tighten with discomfort

"You guys go ahead," Chris said, his voice strained but steady. He waved weakly with his free hand as the group stopped, glancing back at him. "I'll catch up. Just… gotta take a breather."

Ashley hesitated, her eyes darting between Chris and the path ahead. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.

Chris shook his head, forcing a small smile. "I'll be fine. I don't want to slow you guys down. Just… keep moving, okay?"

You adjusted your grip on Chris's arm. "I'll keep him company. Make sure he doesn't end up wandering into a wall or something."

Chris let out a soft chuckle at your words, though the sound was faint, "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.

Sam looked uncertain, but after a moment, she nodded. "Alright. Just… be careful, both of you."

Ashley lingered for a moment longer, her gaze filled with worry, before finally following Sam and Emily down the path. Their footsteps grew fainter, swallowed by the oppressive silence of the tunnel.

You turned your attention back to Chris, who was already leaning against the damp stone wall for support. His weight shifted slightly as he slid down to the ground with a soft groan, his hand instinctively reaching for his injured ankle. "I feel like an old man," he muttered, trying to adjust his position.

You lowered yourself to the ground beside him, pressing your shoulder against his as you settled in. Your head rested lightly on his shoulder, and after a moment, his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching on as you both tried to catch your breath. The faint sound of dripping water echoed in the distance, a rhythmic reminder of the strange, unsettling place you were in.

"You okay?" Chris asked suddenly, his voice softer now.

You nodded, though the weight of everything still lingered in your chest. "Yeah," you murmured. "I just… I can't stop thinking about that man."

Chris sighed, his thumb absently brushing against your side as he glanced down at you. "Yeah," he said quietly. "That was… brutal. But, at least it was quick. He didn't suffer."

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze. "I guess so," you said softly. "Still… he didn't deserve that."

Chris nodded, his expression somber. "No, he didn't. But he knew what he was getting into. He was trying to help us, and… I don't know. Maybe that counts for something."

The warmth in his voice made your chest tighten, and you offered him a small, grateful smile. "Thanks," you said quietly. "For helping me back there. I don't think I'd be here if you hadn't…"

Chris's lips curved into a faint smile, his usual playful spark returning for a moment. "What, saved your ass from becoming wendigo chow? Yeah, no problem. Just add it to my growing list of heroic deeds."

You chuckled softly, the sound easing some of the tension in your chest. "Heroic, huh? I'll have to remember that."

Chris's grin faded slightly, his expression softening as he tilted his head toward you. "Seriously, though," he said, his voice quieter now. "I was scared."

The sincerity in his words made your breath catch and for a moment, you simply looked at him, your heart pounding in your chest. Then, without thinking, you leaned forward, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders as you pressed your lips to his.

Chris froze for a split second before responding, his hand tightening slightly on your waist as he kissed you back. The warmth of his lips against yours chased away the cold of the tunnel.

When you finally pulled back, his breath hitched slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Wow," he murmured, his voice unsteady. "That was… uh, unexpected"

You smiled softly, your thumb brushing lightly against his jacket. "Unexpected good or unexpected bad?"

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head "Definitely good"

After a moment, he sighed, his gaze flickering down the path. "Alright," he said, patting his knees and wincing slightly as he shifted. "We should probably get moving. Can't leave the others waiting too long."

You tilted your head at him, your brow furrowing slightly. "You sure you're okay?"

Chris smirked faintly, though the strain was evident in his expression. "It hurts like hell," he admitted. "But I don't want us falling too far behind. Come on." He extended his hand to you, his fingers curling slightly in invitation.

You took his hand, letting him help you to your feet before steadying him as he rose. His weight leaned into you slightly, but he kept his usual good-natured demeanor as the two of you began walking again.

The air was heavy and stale, carrying the faint metallic tang of rust and damp earth. Cracks lined the walls, remnants of the mines' age, with wooden beams sagging dangerously, barely holding the crumbling structure together.

Chris leaned into you slightly, his arm brushing against yours as the two of you walked side by side. His limp was more pronounced now, his injured ankle clearly bothering him, but he didn't complain.

"You think they've made it to Mike yet?" Chris asked, his flashlight beam scanning the ground ahead for any obstacles.

"I hope so," you replied, your voice just as quiet. "I hope nothing happened to him."

Chris nodded, adjusting his grip on the rifle slung over his shoulder. "Yeah, me too. This place gives me the creeps," Chris muttered, his voice breaking the silence. "Like, horror movie creeps."

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "We are like the two characters forgotten by everyone that will get killed."

Chris groaned, rolling his eyes. "Don't remind me. I'm already regretting all my life choices that led to this moment."

The faint call broke the moment, making you both freeze mid-step. "Help!" a voice cried out, distant but clear. "Please, help me!"

Your blood ran cold as the voice echoed faintly through the tunnel. It was Jessica. You knew that voice anywhere but there was something off about it. It was faint, distorted, as though it were being filtered through static.

Chris's grip on the flashlight tightened as he turned toward the sound, his brows furrowing. "Jess?" he murmured, more to himself than to you.

You gripped his hand tightly, your heart pounding as you whispered, "Chris… Mike said she was dead."

Chris hesitated, his eyes flicking back to you, confusion and worry written all over his face. "Maybe… maybe he was wrong," he said, though his voice lacked confidence. "What if she survived? She could be hurt."

The voice came again, louder this time. "Please, help! Someone!"

You felt a chill run down your spine. Something about the way the words sounded made your stomach twist. But the desperation in the voice, the raw fear, tugged at your chest.

"If there's even a chance it's her, we can't just leave her. She might be in danger." you whispered, your voice trembling.

You hesitated, your gaze flicking toward the direction of the voice. The call came again, more desperate than before and you made your decision. Without another word, you crouched low and began crawling over the rocks and Chris's voice rang out behind you, panicked.

"What are you doing?!" he hissed, scrambling after you as quickly as his injured ankle would allow. "Wait—don't just go running off!"

You landed on the other side with a soft thud, your flashlight casting faint shadows on the uneven ground. Turning back, you called softly, "She could be in danger, Chris. I have to check."

Chris groaned audibly, his face a mix of frustration and fear as he climbed over the rocks after you. He landed heavily on the ground, groaning again as his injured ankle took the brunt of the impact. You rushed forward, your hands flying out to steady him before he could lose his balance.

"You're ridiculous," you muttered, though your voice was laced with warmth.

Chris smirked faintly, his face pale but his eyes still sharp. "And you're stubborn," he shot back. "So I guess we're even. But if you think I'm letting you go off on your own, you're stuck with me. Deal with it."

Chris's breathing was ragged as he walked beside you, his injured ankle making every step a struggle.

As you approached a trapdoor, Chris suddenly stopped, his flashlight beam landing on something on the ground. He froze, his entire body tensing as his breath hitched audibly.

"What is it?" you asked, stepping closer

Chris didn't answer at first. Slowly, he crouched down, his fingers trembling as they reached for the object in the dirt. It was Ashley's beanie, its fabric darkened with fresh blood. Surrounding it were large, uneven drops of crimson, staining the ground in horrifyingly vivid patterns.

"No… no, no, no," Chris murmured, his voice breaking as he fell to his knees. His fingers clutched the beanie tightly, his knuckles turning white as tears welled in his eyes. "Oh, my god. Ash! No, no, this can’t be happening…"

You felt your chest tighten painfully as the reality of what you were seeing sank in. Tears blurred your vision as you crouched beside Chris, your hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

Chris shook his head, his shoulders shaking as a tear slipped down his face. "She was supposed to be safe." he choked out, his voice barely audible.

Your own tears fell freely now, but before you could say anything, movement in the corner of your vision caught your attention. Your breath hitched as you turned your head, heart stopping at what you saw.

The creature was there. Twisted and skeletal, its pale, emaciated frame barely visible in the dim light.

Jessica wasn't here. This was a trap.

"Chris," you whispered urgently, shaking his shoulder. "We need to go. Now."

Chris looked up at you, his tear-filled eyes clouded with confusion.

"We're not alone." You whispered again, your voice more anxious now.

Chris followed your gaze, his flashlight catching a glimpse of the wendigo as it moved. His entire body stiffened, his grip on the beanie tightening as he let out a shaky curse. "Shit," he muttered, his voice trembling. "Shit, shit, shit."

He scrambled to his feet, his hand reaching for yours as he pulled you forward.

You didn't hesitate, following him as he led you toward the path beyond the trapdoor. The wendigo's screeches echoed behind you, sharp and guttural, its movements growing louder and faster as it gave chase.

Chris did his best to run, but his injured ankle slowed him down, each step making him wince in pain. "Go!" he shouted, his voice breaking. "Just go!"

"Not happening," you shot back, your grip on his arm tightening as you refused to leave him.

The wendigo's screeches grew closer, its rapid, jerking movements echoing like a distorted drumbeat in the narrow tunnel. Your heart pounded violently as the path narrowed, forcing you and Chris to climb over a series of rocks to reach the other side.

Chris struggled with the climb, his breaths ragged as he pushed himself up with all his strength. You helped him as much as you could, your hands steadying him as he pulled himself up. But then he turned to you, his face pale and lined with desperation.

"Stop!" he shouted, his voice cracking as he gestured toward the other side. "Just go! Jump over and get to safety—please."

You froze, the hurt in his words striking you like a physical blow. "I'm not leaving you!" you shot back, your voice trembling with anger and fear.

You then saw Chris’ eyes widened in horror.

You didn't have time to turn. The wendigo's clawed, skeletal arm pierced through your chest from behind, the pain searing and unbearable. Your body jolted forward, your breath catching as the world around you seemed to slow.

Chris's scream echoed in your ears as you turned your head slightly, your vision blurring as you met his tear-filled eyes. His expression twisted with pure anguish, his hands reaching out as if to catch you, to save you.

His voice caught in his throat, mind unable to process what was happening. The pale, jagged claws protruded from your chest, glistening with blood that dripped slowly onto the rocks below.

Your body convulsed slightly, a choked gasp escaping your lips as your knees buckled. Chris's hand shot out instinctively, as if he could somehow catch you, stop you from falling.

"No, no, no, no!" he screamed, his voice raw and filled with pure desperation.

Your eyes flickered toward him, the life draining from them far too quickly. The hurt and fear in your gaze shattered something deep inside him and he surged forward, scrambling over the rocks with trembling hands. His injured ankle screamed in protest, but he didn't care. He couldn't care.

The wendigo let out a guttural screech as it yanked its arm free from your body. The sound of tearing flesh was unbearable. Blood poured from the wound in your chest, staining the rocks beneath you in deep, dark crimson.

Chris’s hands slipped on the jagged surface of the rocks and he fell backward. The impact sent a sharp jolt of pain through his ankle, but it was nothing compared to the agony tearing through his chest. He lay there for a moment, gasping for air as tears streamed down his face. His vision blurred, the edges of the tunnel darkening as his body shook with violent, uncontrollable sobs.

Tears streamed down his face as he lay there, his head falling back against the cold stone. His breaths came in short, shallow gasps, each one trembling with the weight of his grief. He felt like he was drowning, like the air around him had thickened and refused to let him breathe.

The way you'd stood between him and that thing, protecting him without hesitation, even though it cost you everything.

"Goddammit!" Chris shouted suddenly, his voice echoing through the tunnel. He slammed his fists against the ground, his nails digging into the dirt as sobs wracked his body. Why did it have to be you? Why couldn't it have been him??

He didn't know how long he stayed there, curled against the cold, unforgiving ground, his body trembling with sobs. The faint sound of footsteps approached, but Chris didn't register them.

"Chris!" a familiar voice called out, but it barely registered. He didn't respond, his focus entirely on the rocks ahead.

Sam and Emily appeared in the distance as they rushed toward him. "Chris, what happened?" Sam asked, her voice filled with urgency. "Are you okay?"

Chris shook his head weakly, his lips trembling as he finally looked at her. The tears in his eyes made her stop in her tracks, her face falling as she realized something was horribly wrong. "No," he whispered, his voice cracking painfully. "No, it… it got him. I couldn't… I couldn't save him."

Emily knelt beside him, her expression uncharacteristically soft as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Chris," she said softly, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Chris didn't move, his body trembling as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks. "I can't," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "He’s gone… it’s all my fault."

Sam crouched in front of him, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears as she placed her hands on his.

Chris's head fell forward, his body shaking as another sob wracked his chest. All he could see was your face, your eyes, your smile, the way you'd looked at him with so much trust and warmth. And now you were gone, ripped away in an instant and there was nothing he could do to change it.

Note: let me know if you had a favorite among the four. I’d love to hear your thoughts! <3 I’m also open to any feedback or constructive criticism you might have.

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