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First, it hurts— Chapter X

Summary:

Naoya Zen’in x Fem!Reader

While arranged marriages are not uncommon in the jujutsu community, it was strange to receive a proposal from none other than the Zen’in’s, nonetheless your clan accepted and before you knew it, you were married off to Naoya.

Your new purpose was clear: to serve and submit, to be seen and not heard. To forget any sense of individuality in favor of obeying your husband.

Will this marriage ever flourish into something else? Will it change…for better or for worse?

Chapter warnings: mentions of abuse, violence, suicide, misogyny, somewhat disrespecting authority, and a bit of spooky.

A/N: How exciting is to finally post a new chapter on my ao3!!! I’m a bit nervous, hehe, because it’s been a while since I wrote anything new so I feel like I actually got worse 😥...but I hope you’ll still find it enjoyable 🥺❤

Other thing I have to clarify is that I might have to skip a few updates on Sundays because I’m getting a bit busier with by business (most cons take place on weekends, as well as most of my time lol) but I will absolutely NOT abandon this story 🥰 so no need to worry about that! I’ll just let you know in advance if I won’t be able to update that weekend.

And of course, thank you for your support!!! Your comments, likes/kudos and reblogs motivate me to do better; I wish I could respond to all of them, but since I’m a side-blog I can’t do so (but if it’s ao3 I’m able to reply)

I’ll never get tired of saying this, so I’ll say it again: thank you thank you thank youuuuu 😭❤❤❤

Now, here’s this weeks chapter! Happy reading 🥰

Masterpost ➸ Chapter 11.

Ao3 link.

You were like a dog being trained to follow its owner around in every direction.

Being constantly reminded by Naoya’s actions that you were nothing but an object for his desires, adding that Junko was to take care of you until you properly learned all your wifely duties, as if you were learning new tricks…wouldn’t that comparison be true?

And following that train of thought, just like the dog you felt compared to, you would be rewarded at the end of the day if you behaved like expected. Your treat —contacting your sister.

Hinata, the unexpected ray of hope that came into your life in the darkest of days, a promise of things changing for the better…was soon replaced by a storm when Naoya’s true intentions came to light. He never wanted you to contact her out of the goodness of his heart—no, he just wanted you to push her way and seal your fate as his.

You unconsciously wanted the former to happen; to believe that your family hadn’t abandoned you just yet. But your time at the Zen’in had slowly begun to corrupt you; all the bad things you saw in this house were beginning to seem normal to you, and you couldn’t help but think that your forced isolation was something you deserved in a way, beginning to question your sister’s character.

Would she accept Naoya’s intentions cloaked behind your words? Or would she refute them and confront him directly?

It was useless to dwell on the future when it wasn’t written on paper.

But there was only one thing you were sure about: you wouldn’t be able to speak to her without breaking down in tears.

In a way, you were grateful that Junko’s words would sometimes bring you back to the present. The thought of forcing your family to step back brought you so much sorrow, you began considering ending your life just to take the pain away. At least that way, you wouldn’t have to perform what would be your biggest sacrifice yet.

But at the same time, you wanted to see your sister one last time—hear her voice, know about your father and brother, to see if they were okay before you departed this world.

Thus, you buried the urge to make a decision to occur after Hinata’s meeting. Whatever happened then, would affect the course of the remainder of your life.

For now, you had to continue your tour around the house.

You’ve already gone through the kitchen, the cleaning room, gardens and bedrooms—with the exception of one room, forbidden to enter , Junko said as the two of you passed by it’s door.

You thought Junko's diligence in bringing you to the bedrooms was a bit…odd, since you assumed you were only to serve as Naoya’s wife.

“You’re not below serving others if Naoya-sama allows it” She clarified, as if reading your mind. Her choice of words had to hold back the need to roll your eyes and comment on how noble your husband was being.

Nonetheless, even when you were permitted to tend to Naoya’s brothers and uncles, you were prohibited from following them inside the training grounds and underground facilities.

This decision was the result of their misogynistic beliefs that no woman is capable of being a sorcerer. And if this thought wasn’t infuriating enough, it only worsened when Junko added that you weren’t even permitted to indulge in exercise to keep your body active.

“If you want exercise, cleaning around the estate should be more than enough”

You wanted to scream.

But at the same time, you were glad to not be permitted to enter said grounds. When passing by, curiosity got the best of you and your eyes darted to the open door, managing to catch a glimpse of the insides to finding none other than your husband and a group of men, the Hei unit, (you recalled Naoya telling you one day, back when you two were still at the ryokan and he wanted to seemingly boast of his successes during pillow talk) training.

They seemed to be taking a break, their chest shirtless and coated with a thin layer of sweat after completing a long routine.

Your presence, mostly unnoticed for the most part, allowed you to take a longer look at their surroundings and the exercise equipment they carried; not interested in their physical attributes.

That is, until one of the Hei members caught a glimpse of your figure and rushed to inform his partner besides him. The commotion caused by their murmurs irritated Naoya and he swiftly turned around, after reprimanding them, to see who they were gossiping about, intentions of chastising them for distracting his team evident in his angered golden gaze, only to run silent when noticing it was you.

Your eyes locked onto one another for a few seconds, a silent battle of dominance to see who would look away first; but you had no intentions on sparring against him, and quickly looked away, continuing to follow Junko, who apparently didn’t notice —or cared— about this small interaction.

Even when walking away, you still felt Naoya’s gaze on you, earning a twinge of shame as you tried thinking on anything else but the cocky smirk appearing on his lips you managed to see before looking away.

It didn’t take much for you to assume he was showing you off to his men after you left, his newest acquisition , cementing the ideal of his possession over you.

If spending time at the training grounds entailed spending more time with Naoya and earning unwanted attention from men, then you would happily quit training all together.

Yet, the underground facilities were the complete opposite.

Where in the training grounds you felt ashamed, in the underground you felt threatened.

There was something on the other side of the entrance that evoked an eerie feeling of danger when Junko and you passed next to it.

Perhaps it was the lock made out of talismans that had you on edge; you recognized the combination of seals and scriptures for being used to anchor curses to a specific area without sealing them, like moth to a flame. They were not hard to perform and any sorcerer with basic knowledge of seals could produce them.

Yet, there was an inconsistency with their placement.

These talismans were not recommended to use near humans, as they did not suppress the personality of the curses. This often leads curses to desperately reach out to any unsuspecting passerby, lure them in and latch onto them as possible sources of energy and brutally murder or posses them.

Those who managed to survive often recounted hearing murmurs in the voices of someone hurt, someone whose desperation would send chills to their spine and urge a sense of nobility to reach back and help, only to notice at last second that it was a ruse and end up attacked.

You remembered encountering seals like these in Aokigahara, during a mission you were sent to back when you were a student; this forest had a historical background of holding an unusual amount of ghosts since the very beginnings of Japan, thus, sorcerers found it necessary to do something to regulate the situation.

At first they tried exorcizing all of the curses. It was a direct solution, although a bit tedious, but it was something all sorcerers knew how to carry out. And it worked for a few months, attacks and victim numbers lowered. Everything seemed promising, until months later, the forest was inundated once more with yurei.

It didn’t take long to understand that Aokigahara was infested with an unusual amount of energy that often mesmerized victims who, not knowing any better or were not sorcerers, coerced them to enter the forest; these ghosts would then feast on their energy—never to be seen again.

After much thought and pressure, the sorcerers created a plan: if they weren’t able to get rid of them, they could control them. Thus, they called all ghosts into strategic areas around the forest and kept them isolated with carefully crafted talismans—first of their generation. It was much easier than sealing them, since there was never an exact number of yurei currently residing inside the forest, nor how many were created each season, and much cheaper to maintain.

Their plan was received with a high percentage of success, and it became a generational task to have a sorcerer visit from time to time and check that everything is in order.

That task eventually fell into your hands.

You were sent during tourism season, where attacks would peak thanks to the rising amount of visitors—adding that the forest had also become morbidly interesting to foreigners during these last few years— to check the status of the talismans and change any seal that was broken, aside from creating a new screen to hide their location from civilians.

Whoever was in charge of performing the last checkup did a terrific job, all of the talismans were in great condition and the screen hadn’t deteriorated one bit. You returned back home disappointed, since you eagerly received this mission with the prospect of earning some kind of first-hand interaction with the curses, to see if one of them would try calling out to you and get a chance to prove you were much greater than their flimsy attempts to attack you.

That never occurred, of course; your amount of cursed energy plus skills got you removed from their list of potential victims (if they had one) and focus on someone else, unfortunately for them, it was no one.

Thus, you believed you would never hear them.

That is, until now.

At first it started as a whisper, a breathy voice calling out your name. You initially suspected it had been Junko, who perhaps was set to get your attention on an important matter, and you raised your head, replying to her call. But she denied ever saying your name in the first place and continued to walk alongside the garden.

You blinked a few times as you listed the possible origins of that noise; had it been your ladies? They did reassure you they were to stay close, but the whisper didn’t sound like them, and the last time you saw them was at the kitchen, where they offered some snacks for you to take if you so desired—Junko swiftly swatting your hand away, like an angered cat protecting its food, and told you that you were to eat until dinner.

Your mind went to the rattling leaves of the nearby trees. Today had been a rather windy day and this could lead to people confusing the whistling noises of the wind combing through the branches as something else—but there laid the problem. The noise they made was more like a whistle, not a whisper. Thus, it couldn’t have been the wind.

“Y-Y/N” You heard again, this time much clearer; it was a combination of various male and female breathy voices layered one over the other, not a single tone familiar to you, but the portraying emotion blatantly evident: pain.

You looked around to see if it had been a servant, or perhaps one of Naoya’s men playing a trick on you, but nothing. You were completely alone, the woman accompanying you already far ahead, not noticing you had stayed behind—right by the locked door.

Your head carefully swirled towards the mysterious entrance as the voices who kept repeating your name began to merge with one another, the chorus diminishing by each passing second.

Forgetting these were curses, you unconsciously began to inch closer and closer to the door, in efforts of getting a clearer listen to whoever was calling you, effectively throwing all jujutsu teachings of not engaging a curse unless prepared, or at least, recognizing the curse first.

With your attention solely focused on the contents on the other side of the door, you eventually noticed the majority of voices had disappeared, with only 3 remaining, now 2…1…

“Help me!”

Realization hit you like a bucketful of ice as you finally recognized the owner of the voice.

It was you .

Stumbling backwards, your eyes widened as you placed your hand over your chest taking deep breaths in attempts to lower the intensity in which your heart was beating and regain control over your body.

Sure, you’ve heard of experiences where people often hallucinated with themselves, whether seeing a physical representation of their figure or listening to their voice, but no amount of anticipation could prepare you for the real deal.

In efforts to subdue the horror and replace it with logic, your mind entered a state of disbelief as it began questioning the veracity of its surroundings.

The human body had never seen itself outside of reflections or pictures, there was a theory that if it was possible to do so, it would not recognize itself.

And that's exactly how you felt. You knew it was your voice, it sounded just like you after all; from the way you enunciated the vocals to the intensity of the tone, it was a carbon copy of your speech. But your mind failed to assimilate it was you .

How could it? Your conscience was in this body, your heartbeat was resonating in your ears and your blood was rushing through your body, slightly trembling at the threat before it. All signs that you were pretty much alive and real.

But your weakened state of mind, thanks to the abuse Naoya forced you to endure, alongside Mariya’s betrayal, Hinata’s absence and Junko’s indifference, had pushed you to warp your sense of reality, and you began to consider the possibility of perhaps…you were on the other side of the door.

Thus, your body shifted towards the direction of your voice and stepped forward, propelling your arm upwards, stretching your hand towards the metal lock hanging by the knob. No key necessary, just a bit of cursed energy would do the trick to make all the talisman come undone—

“Please—” your supposed voice ran hollow in the depths of your mind as you began concentrating a small amount of energy on the tip of your fingers.

“̝͇͍H̹̠͔e̬̭̠̹̖̯̘͠l̨̫͇̭͖̝p̟͕̠̝̕…̘̰͎̣̤̠̬͡u̳͉̮̰̯͕̟s͈͎̠…҉̙̭̝̱!̻”̰̜̮̹ͅͅ

“Y/N!” Junko cried as she quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you back with an unforeseen strength no one would’ve thought her capable of due to her thin complexion. Her actions, fueled by frantic thoughts, were enough to snap you out of their illusion and realize the atrocity you were to commit.

Junko had kept a close eye on your every moment, trying to avoid a situation like this from occurring. Ironically, the one second she peeled her gaze from you, you went ahead and did the unthinkable. But instead of earning her concern, like a frightened mother who thanks to her fast reflexes managed to prevent a catastrophe, you earned her judgment—disappointment that painted you as a woman incapable of keeping her hands to herself or following orders. A strike against Naoya’s favor.

“You are to never enter those premises!” She yelled, her tone strict and demanding, and you felt minimized. Her eyes were painted with anger, her brow furrowed and a drop of sweat sliding down the side of her face out of frustration. But underneath that raging emotion, there was a subtle layer of fear. Not for you though, but for her own sake.

Junko was very aware that even if there was animosity between you and your husband, but, the moment you got injured and Naoya was made aware of it, she would be punished in a way that would never allow her to forget what got her in that predicament in the first place.

Because, even if the two of you were married women, you held a position much higher than hers, and your value was greater.

“I-I’m sorry I just—I just heard something” words stumbling upon one another as you worked to explain your lack of tact, but she took no interest in your excuse.

“I don’t care!” Junko snapped as she continued to pull you away from the enigmatic entrance and headed towards the main wing, her grip on unrelenting—your hand turned from various shades of red, until it became white. Once Junko considered the area safe, she released her grasp on you—now fingers imprinted on your arm. “You’re never to enter those doors if you know what’s good for you”

“I—“

“Quiet!” She yelled, you froze. “Stop acting like a child! Naoya-sama has no use for a woman who won’t follow simple orders, so I advise you to start behaving like a proper wife!”

You didn’t have to be told twice to understand that your next words would be labeled as out of place. Thus, you swallowed and pushed down the cathartic need to tell her what you’ve experienced.

Instead, you looked down at the floor and closed your eyes, pressing your eyelids to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

“I’m sorry” you gave one last murmured apology, which she did not acknowledge and simply turned around, ordering you to —this time— follow her closely .

From that moment forward, you felt guilt and fear accompany your every step.

The woman who you cataloged as demure and soft spoken had a sudden shift of personality, and all thanks to your fault. Back when she was willing to look at you to corroborate you understood her words, now didn't even dare look at you.

You wanted to mend things, have her understand that it was a small incident, one that didn’t root from malicious intentions, but to no avail.

And her uninterest only heightened your sorrow.

Perhaps it was your warped sense of survival that led you to latch onto the smallest display of tranquility; any opportunity you could get to be at peace from others' misdeeds, you would desperately cling to it.

Having been constantly bombarded with the reminder that you were not deserving of attention, her decision to extend the already prominent emotional distance between came to no one’s surprise, and you felt it was the bare minimum of what a proper punishment was.

Nonetheless, even with the amount of disappointment you found yourself drowning in, it was not enough to clear the lingering thought of your haunted experience .

It is one of those things that you only get to realize how serious they are until they happen to you. Only then one would understand the sheer horror others experienced.

Your mind ran through the same scenario over and over again, attempting to find the use the Zen’in could possibly give to those curses. No other clan had curses sealed so close to the nuclear home, let alone around civilians. They were located in the center of the estate for god’s sake! If it isn’t for training, then what is it for?!

The more you thought of it, the more paranoid you grew, to the point where you began to feel ovwheledbed by the sensation of being followed, alongside a pair of shadows that appeared at the corner of your eye. Your eyes darted to the last area you saw the dark figures, only to find nothing. You moved one, closer to your destination and you would see them again, only to seek them out receiving the same results.

The idea of something latching onto you after your small encounter began to circulate your mind. But you should’ve seen it by now—right? Curses untraceable to the sorcerer's eye were uncommon, very rare to find, but not unheard of. Just what kind of threat did the Zen’in hide in the depths of their home?

By the time Junko stopped, you had failed to realize she’d taken you to the north wing of the estate, the area usually deployed for administrative and political matters, a place where no woman must be found.

The woman silently guided you to a small room on the far right side of the wing.

“Wait here” She entered and shut the door behind her. Leaving you dangerously alone with your thoughts.

You looked around. The area was relatively quiet, with no servants or members on sight, except for the singing birds on the trees nearby and the fish by the pond. It was a silence and sight that would be delightful to anyone who wanted a moment of peace after a frantic day at work, but the downfall to someone who had their mind crowded with dark thoughts.

If anything, this place was the center of all miseries, doomed futures and twisted men; women who had no place but below or behind them, alongside dangerous otherworldly creatures that had nothing but harm in their—

Thud thud thud

Thoughts abruptly interrupted, everything around you seemed to go quiet, except for that sudden noise.

With the hair from the back of your neck standing up; your heart began to slowly regain it’s quick pace, beating heavily against your chest as another set of chills traveled through your spine.

In reality, the sound was soft enough to pass unnoticed, intermingled with the seasonal greetings of birds singing or water flowing in the pond before you, but due to your paranoid state of mind, you managed to hear as if it occurred right next to you.

You quickly pinpointed the origin of the commotion from around the corner; your eyes hesitantly moving to that direction held your breath as you tried to get a better listen.

THUD!

You flinched and your body quickly adopted a defensive stance by tensing its shoulders and clenching your fingers.

This time, the noise was louder, closer to your position and by instinct, you immediately placed your back against the wall, attempting to minimize your presence and pass undetected from the possible perpetrator.

Silently and slowly, you began to inch closer and closer to the edge of the wall while attempting to place the pieces together—after briefly coming into contact with curses, shadowy figures began to make themselves present. Thus, it would be obvious to assume both incidents were complementary to one another, right? You had no proof, but previous experience in your short career as a sorcerer reminded you that lingering curses that were not properly dealt with often latched onto people and made themselves known by either playing with shadows or calling their name.

This was exactly what you were going through. It had to be a curse, there was no doubt!

Eventually, you came into contact with the other side of the wall and you took no time to scan around for any curses or traces of energy that could mean they were present, from fingertips to footsteps, any indications that meant you were not losing your mind and were, in fact, being tracked down.

Your mind didn’t have space to consider other scenarios, such as a small bird that had fallen from its nest when trying to fly for the first time, or a servant partaking in their duties.

Luckily for you, peace made its way to your psyche when, after a few seconds of observing, found nothing.

You sighed, fear escaping your body through a deep exhale.

Of course it was kind of silly to think a curse would’ve followed you; the Zen’in were brutes, but where not stupid when it came to jujutsu. Of course they wouldn’t allow a curse to stick around, running around like it owned the place, especially when there’s lots of civilians around.

It was refreshing to think you weren’t being followed—one less thing to worry about.

You sighed once more and closed your eyes in efforts to relax for a few seconds. Undoubtedly, stress was making its way to your mind and had you hearing, seeing things. You couldn’t wait for the moment Junko set you free from your responsibilities for the day and allowed you to rest again on your bed—alongside Naoya .

You frowned at the thought of sharing a bed with your despicable husband, and immediately shifted your thoughts to Hinata, the main reason why you were holding on.

Clearing your throat, you began to head back to your initial spot, wondering if Junko had finished doing whatever it was she was doing and what other places you’d—

Creeeeeaaak

Your eyes shot to the direction of the creak, and there, saw something that horrified you.

A small, pale hand had begun to creep from inside a nearby chamber.

Your jaw clenched as the hand carefully placed it’s thin fingers around the shoji door and began to slide it open, agonizingly slowly—almost a millimeter per second.

Your heart’s continuous efforts— having not been able to catch a break— made your ears throb and your chest ache, making it even harder to focus on the impending danger before you. Your vision blurred as you realized there was indeed a curse nearby and you had neither the weapons nor the preparation to defend yourself, or Junko for that matter.

Mind galloping a thousand miles per minute, your body shifted back towards Junko’s direction, mind set on getting her away first, move her to somewhere safer, and inform Naoya there was a curse on the loose. You didn’t care if speaking to him would cause you to be berated later on, there was a civilian who needed protection, and your ethical code as a sorcerer was to protect those weaker than you, even if it cost you your—

“What are you doing?”

Junko’s face came way sooner than you expected, her presence stopping you dead on your tracks; but with no seconds to waste, you regained your purpose and swiftly grabbed her hand to pull her away, contrary to the direction of the pale hand.

“There’s a curse around the corner!”

“What ?”she replicated in disbelief.

“It’s true! You can’t be here, it’ll attack you first if it sees you” You continued to explain, each step becoming harder to take as Junko adamantly tried to free herself from your grasp.

“Unhand me this instant!”

“I can’t—I have to get you somewhere safe!”

“I don’t care!” She cried, and one harsh thug later, she was free from your hand. You gasped as Junko headed back to the spot where you saw the supposed curse, fueled by anger to prove you wrong.

“Junko-san, no, wait !” When she turned around the corner, your body ran cold as you began to imagine the worst. A woman like her, who had dedicated all of her life tending the work of a house, had no preparation to deal with threats like this; even when growing around people who did. If you didn’t intervene, she would suffer the worst way possible! You still had a few seconds to save her, you just had to get to her quickly, just around the corner—! “Junko!”

And then…nothing.

You expected to find a bloodied battlefield, pieces of her clothing scattered around the ground, perhaps a few limbs here and there if the curses opted to take part of her body; but no. Instead, you found a very angered Junko, far more upset that you’ve ever seen her. Red-faced, fiery gaze locked onto yours as she barely held back the desire to scream out her frustrations.

And the pale hand…gone. The shoji door closed.

“I–”

“Are you well, Y/N?”

You knew that tone very well, and embarrassment became apparent on your cheeks in the form of a red streak, making your face turn even brighter. It’s only then that you realized how ridiculous you must’ve looked, even if what you saw was true, and how distorted the image she had of you had become.

This couldn’t mean well once Naoya was made aware of this.

“I…I’m just tired” you murmured and looked away, your last attempt to persevere whatever of your sanity was left. You weren’t necessarily lying, since you haven’t been able to get a well deserved rest ever since you married Naoya, but you didn’t think stress had already influenced you enough to start hallucinating…or to get you acting frantically, like a recently-discovered sorcerer.

“Let’s—just continue with your duties” You don’t know what prompted Junko to keep her cool, but were grateful she decided to take a calmer route.

But her reasoning was not one you would be fond of; the idea of pregnancy-induced stress flashed through her mind, inciting her to go easy on you this time. Nonetheless, she would now keep an even closer eye on you.

“There’s still one more thing to do” Junko said as she signaled you to the room where she previously was. You peered inside, where a small wooden table alongside a chair of the same material, stood in the middle of the room. And on top of it, just besides a lamp—a phone.

You didn’t think it was possible for your heart to drop even further into your stomach when you realized what it was time for, but with all things accounted for, why wouldn’t it?

Each time you were sent over the edge, your limit would expand, and that would allow your emotions to be overwhelmed at a higher frequency. At this point, it was a surprise you hadn’t gone through a heart attack.

And talking about your heart, which had gone through various peaks of stress throughout the day, now felt like it was on it’s last runs. Any second now , you mused, I’ll faint, and if I wake up…I don’t want to wake up .

But your survival instinct wasn’t one to give up easily, and by a miracle —even when your head started to become dizzy and your feet struggled to keep you up— you managed to walk over to the desk, where Junko had already picked up the phone from its base and handed it to you. If she noticed your illness, she did not comment.

“Naoya-sama already informed me of the reason for this call. If you try anything out of the ordinary, I’ll know and I won’t be afraid to put you on your place and let him know”

“That won't…be necessary” you breathed, trying to take in as much oxygen as possible for your brain to not blackout.

“We shall see” Looking down to the dial through blurred vision, you force yourself through the pain of pressing the combination of numbers pertaining to your home out of memory.

Junko observed carefully, wanting to make sure you weren’t calling any other number that could compromise their position and hummed in approval when the other line started beeping.

You swallowed as you psyched yourself to play the role of ditzy sister, one that didn’t mean to frighten by cutting all communication with her siblings but did so anyway without taking into consideration their feelings. One that would be of Naoya’s approval and obtain the meeting he desired to complete.

You were pushed through so many things at one, and this was only the beginning of your life as Naoya’s wife—could it get any worse from here onwards?

The phone beeped a few more times than what either anticipated, and Junko began to think that perhaps they weren’t available at the moment.

Preparing herself to take the phone away and ask you to try again later, she abruptly stopped when a voice came through the other side of the line.

A response that had the world stopping around you; as you prepared yourself to act the fool.

“L/N Residence?”

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Hinata was someone many would consider unwavering and of strong character. Assertive —not afraid of calling out anyone on their wrong doings, but caring enough to show them how to do better.

Selfless and reliable. Whatever was asked of her, she would perform.

This led many to think of her as one of the most valuable sorcerers amongst the community, thus, forcing her to carry the highest number of missions per season.

And Hinata didn’t really care, in fact, she was more than happy to know that the jujutsu community trusted her to that extent. Never saying no to any request, even outside of formal missions.

It was with this mentality that she considered perhaps, being selfish for once, would be forgivable.

Her sister and family were in dire need of help, and in order to do something, they needed all of her attention. Thus, she wrote a request to jujutsu headquarters, asking for her missions to be transferred to her brother, Ren, who was more than interested in helping her sister, also turned in a request to take on her missions in hopes to show how serious they were.

Certainly, after all she’s done for the community, they would grant her this one favor, right?

Wrong

When a letter came back in response to her request, Hinata assumed she was granted permission and proceeded to excitedly open the envelope—only to rip it apart when she read the following contents.

To whom it may concern.

We are sorry to inform you that the request submitted by L/N HINATA was rejected.

We understand that this is the first time she has requested a change of this nature in her short—but impressive—career as a sorcerer, but due to the ongoing crisis of rising curse attacks, we find ourselves not being able to allow a single sorcerer to not carry out missions.

Nonetheless, we’ve come up with two solutions that we find might benefit your situation, and we hope you take them into consideration:

We will allow the maximum amount of 2 (two) missions to be transferred to another sorcerer of your choosing. (as long as they agree.)

Submit another request in 6 months.

We also want to take this time to commend L/N HINATA’s continuous efforts on maintaining peace amongst civilians and sorcerers, as well as to congratulate her sister on her recent marriage.

We hope to continue receiving your aegis.

Department of missions and expeditions, Tokyo, JPN.

Signed, Yoshimoto Osamu.

“Rejected?!” Hinata yelled at the top of her lungs, disbelief and skepticism pouring through her words “What do you mean rejected?!”

“I’m—sorry” A servant, and her close confidant of hers, tried easing her nerves, but to no avail. Hinata was reasonably upset by their rejection, but what irked her the most was how they cheekily congratulated you for your marriage, as if it would lessen the blow.

“It’s fine, it’s not your fault, Sumire.” Hinata sighed, rubbing the sides of her temples with her fingers. “But can you believe this?! After all I’ve done for them, they can’t even grant me this one request. And they even dared congratulate Y/N for her disgusting union with that Zen’in brat—in what world do they live in?!” She added, waving the letter into the air before deciding on ripping it apart. Sumire collected the torn pieces of paper and threw them in a trash can nearby.

“I think it might be because she married a Zen’in. They’re very influential amongst the community, perhaps they thought congratulating her through you might earn them points in their favor”

“Hah! That has to be the dumbest thing I ever heard—no offense”

“None taken” she laughed back, knowing Hinata didn’t meant to insult her, but rather, the naivety jujutsu headquarters presented with that mentality “But I do know what you mean”

“...and Gojo isn’t any better” Hinata scowled “Suddenly, he’s also inundated with missions and can’t make time to see me; but sure, he can go out in his daily hook-ups with no problem”

Sumire kept quiet for a few seconds, analyzing one of the many reasons why Gojo now decided to keep Hinata away, but nothing came to mind. He could be mysterious that way, when he wasn’t being silly, of course.

Instead, she decided to focus on a more serious topic, one that she’d constantly heard through the grapevine.

“Is the crisis really that bad?”

Hinata looked away, her thoughts back on to the last missions she’s completed and what they all had in common: Geto —or at least someone working under his name— was the author behind them.

After all, it had only been around 4 years since he decided to go rogue and disturb the jujutsu peaceful community—his actions left most of the sorcerers questioning what was holding them back from falling into villainy, if it weren’t by their moral standing, and more decided to join his cause.

The crisis many suspected would last around 2 years, started to lengthen by this same reason.

This put an enormous pressure on all that decided to stay behind and defend civilians—but Gojo, who had been the closest one to him, had to make the hardest decision.

Many didn’t consider the emotional turmoil he was going through, and instead of offering a supportive hand or empathetic words, simply dumped most of the responsibilities on him; being the strongest had its perks, but in this situation, it only seemed detrimental for him. This was one of the reasons Hinata and Ren decided to take on much more missions than usual, hoping that it would alleviate some pressure off his shoulders; yet trouble never seemed to rest, to the point where they went through months without being able to come back home.

If Sumire didn’t hear it from her, she would hear it from someone else. It was better for her to know via someone she trusted, in a more controlled environment.

“Yes; it’s been terrible”

Nonetheless, Hinata couldn’t help but think that many who had an evil seed in them, thought of the crisis as the right time to let out all of their frustrations. Could Naoya have taken advantage of this situation to hurt your family?

Sumire’s face contorted to fear and Hinata immediately regretted admitting the situation the jujutsu community found themselves in and rushed to calm her down.

“But don’t worry! We’ll manage. Ren is working very hard and—well, I shouldn’t be that angry that they rejected my request, I do have to care for my community after all. I’m sure Y/N would’ve understood” Hinata laughed nervously, trying to soothe Sumire’s worries with a bright grin. The servant nodded back in acknowledgement, suddenly remembering how strong the siblings truly were, a smile appearing on her lips as she really never had anything to worry about.

“What will you do now?” Sumire queried, tilting her head to the side, her big round eyes looking up to Hinata’s deep-in-thought face.

“I…guess I’ll take their proposal and assign 2 of my missions to Ren, it wasn’t what we agreed on, but it’ll give me some time to–”

“Sumire! Sumire!” A frantic voice followed by loud footsteps called from outside the room.

It didn’t take long before the author behind the calls soon came barging in through the door, spreading the shoji as far as possible and looking around the room for Sumire. “There you are, where is—Hinata-sama!”

“What’s wrong?!” Hinata exclaimed, reasonably concerned to see another servant, Hibiki, ruby-red faced and breathless. He leaned against the door, trying to catch his breath as he pointed to a spot outside the room.

“It’s—It’s Y/N! We got a call from her just now, she’s on the phone!” Hinata and Sumire exchanged surprised looks, and without further comments, the two rushed towards the room with the nearest phone—a wireless gray telephone placed on hold.

Hinata picked it from its base and held it against her right ear, urging Sumire to check if there were no unwanted bystanders and close the door. The last thing she wanted was for her father to casually wander through the halls (although he hasn’t moved much from his room since her confrontation, but at least he stopped drinking) or for the elders to catch ear of Y/N’s call and interfere with her investigation. Although the timing of the call was odd enough as it was…

Hinata took one last deep breath, before clicking on the hold button and greeted her missing sister.

There was much catching up to do.

“Hello?”

“Hinata”

“Y/N! Where have you been? Are you ok? Is everything alright–”

“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to contact you before; but I’m here now” Her voice, although a bit distorted by the static from an old phone speaker, was clear enough to be interpreted as fearful. This only deepened Hinata’s concern. “Just busy getting accustomed to my new life, that’s all!”

“We were worried…you didn’t respond any of the messages”

“Oh, I know…I didn’t mean to worry you. The Zen’in have a huge house, I’d be surprised if you didn’t get lost!” a nervous laugh; your sister was now sure you were not alone whilst making this call. There was no way you didn’t notice how long you were gone. But she wasn’t foolish enough to go ahead and ask you that directly. “Talking about the estate…”

“Yes?”

“I want you to come visit me”

Hinata’s throat constricted as she struggled to choose the right words to respond.

The words she wanted to hear for so long, the chance to finally see you, now coming out of your mouth, yet they felt…wrong. It’s like you didn’t mean them genuinely, like you were reading them from a nearby book or paper. And Sumire’s concerned face meant she thought the same.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” You responded, cheerfully even. Did you notice how suspicious you sounded, and was now trying to cover it up? “I just thought it would be better to talk in person. You know, I haven’t been able to contact you because I just got back from my honeymoon and settling down in a new place is always so hard–”

“What about my text messages?” Hinata interrupted your rambling. If you didn’t have it in you to tell her what she wanted to hear, then she’ll do it herself. “I know you’ve seen them”

“I’ll explain everything when you’re here. When can you come?”

Hinata gave a long and hard thought to the available dates she could travel; it was far from the ideal scenario she envisioned having when you finally reached out, but in a way, felt like it was the best outcome. This way, she would be able to confront you, alone, no one else peering over your shoulder when talking to her. Just two sisters trying to reconnect.

With one sigh intertwined with determination and a twinge of economic regret, she dictated:

“Tomorrow”

“Alright. We’ll see you here”

“Y/N wait–!”

But it was too late, before Hinata could fit in another word, you’ve already hung up. All that was left behind were the beeping noises coming through the phone, indicating the line had been promptly closed and the nervous looks Sumire was darting between your sister’s face and the telephone.

Both women, too busy assimilating what just occurred to do anything else, stood speechless as the air around them began to fill with tension. Your call, prompted out of nowhere, had been short and to the point. You didn’t even take the time to ask about her or your brother…your father…nothing.

This wasn’t like you— at all. If anything, it seemed like you were reciting a script, from the way you faked your laugh to the mannerisms in your speech. But ask fake as that sounded, it was still you, there’s no doubt about it. It was your voice.

“Is…everything alright, Hinata?”

“No” she frowned, but Hinata wasn’t one to dwell too much into the past and her mind began recounting the fastest way to travel. “Nothing is alright…but it doesn’t matter. I’ll buy the earliest airplane ticket to Kyoto—no matter the cost— and see what is going on with my sister. I’ll deal with the place to stay once I’m there”

“Do you want me to tell Ren? Or your father?”

“It’s tempting but…it’s too early for them to get involved. Sumire, keep an eye on the elders and if they say anything about the bank statement, because I know they will , just tell them I had a last-minute mission to take care of”

She bit her lip and nodded eagerly, taking in her new duties; but more than a servant who was obediently following her master’s requests, Sumire was looking out for a dear friend. She, too, loved you very much.

“It’s time to end this ruse”

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A few hours later, after going through the tedious work that is airport clearance and picking up her small luggage, Hinata was on her way to the Zen’in estate.

There were moments where she thought that visiting you tomorrow was a mistake, a logistic miscalculation (and an economic punishment for her bank account) one that would linger heavily in her mind—but then, the urge to see you, to know about your wellbeing and rescue you quickly overwrote those lethargic musings and went forward with her plan. Even with the accumulating expenses that began skyrocketing in numbers, that didn’t stop her. If her money wasn’t there to help her sister, then what use did it have?

Luckily, she managed to book a room in a hotel relatively close to the Zen’in estate. Only 20 minutes away by car, perhaps a bit more since they lived almost at the outskirts of the city and animals tended to cross the roads and stop traffic, but if everything occurred as planned, then she would be able to see you for the first time in 3 weeks.

With no time to spare for sleep, Hinata placed her bags on the cheapest, minimalist room she found, ( I just need a bed and a bathroom , she said to the receptionist who was adamant in booking her in a room with a balcony, plus unnecessary add-ons to make her stay more pleasant ) and called the taxi service.

It was a relatively quiet ride, even when the driver tried to ease the tension settling in the air by commenting on the surrounding tourist locations, hoping to intrigue interest and maybe, more work to get paid for, but Hinata had no intentions on entertaining him, her mind solely focused on you.

He eventually offered to play music, turn on the radio, just about anything to alleviate the nerves of her shoulders (and perhaps soothe himself as well, as her silence began to inundate him with 2 possibilities: your sister was a ghost, or she was going to kidnap him), but all attempts were shut down by your sister's quiet no, thank you’s and if you’d like to hear something, go ahead .

Eventually, just on the top of the furthest hill up north, surrounded by massive trees and abundant rivers, the Zen’in estate became apparent to all eyes inside the car. Even when enclosed by the vegetation native to the area, it still remained imposing and prominent.

The architectural design of the estate brought an air of royalty and power, enough to imply that whoever lived there was far from poor and had more than enough to spare, but not humble enough to offer shelter to wandering souls who misjudged the estate as a ryokan.

“We’re almost here” the driver announced, and Hinata looked up from her phone—which she had used to distract herself to make the trip shorter, as well as to check if no one had managed to figure out her whereabouts, she’d thank Sumire for that later— to the window before her. The sight of the building where you were locked away brought her a new wave of anxiety and eagerness—one rooted in the prospect of being so close to seeing you once again.

Once at the top, it only took a few more minutes of driving along the paved road before the entrance to the estate became visible.

Two wooden doors, as tall as the nearby trees, proudly stood adjacent to the main road. The Zen’in clan symbol is engraved on a pillar beside them, continued by stone walls surrounding the property, nothing can be seen through them except for the branches of the trees peeking through the top.

Hinata looked at the driver and took out a few bills from her wallet, amounting to the price he’d initially stated the ride would cost, plus an extra, and informed him to wait; for she’ll need a ride back to the hotel once she was done. The man nodded and received the bills with a glimmer in his eye, replying:

“Take your time, I’ll wait for you here”

She nodded and closed the door behind her once completely out.

Hinata wasn’t one to be known as frequently nervous, but visiting a strangers land had her agitated, and her hands searched comfort by playing with the strap of her bag. She took quick steps towards the door and reached for the door-knocker, a large and heavy bronze hoop protruding from the right side of the entrance. Hinata picked it up with one hand and slammed it against the rectangular piece of the same material below it, 3 loud bangs trembled across the door and then—silence.

Your sister was counting the seconds to when the door would open. After 10, she was motivated to knock again until she heard shuffling on the other side of the entrance, someone unlocking the door and slowly pushing it open. There, the face of a young servant came forward, eyes locking into each other’s gaze, face void of any emotion; Hinata was unsettled by the look of the young woman before her. A twinge of ire began to sprout in the depths of her mind as she imagined the conditions she could only assume the Zen’in forced her to work in—would she find you in this state as well?

Her thoughts were cut short as the servant motioned her inside, Hinata took one last look to the outsides, back to the taxi driver who was all too happy recounting the bills he just received, and finally stepped inside.

“Welcome, L/N-san, we were waiting for you”

It’s time to reveal the truth.

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The night before your sister's arrival, you did not get a wink of sleep.

Twisting and turning around the futon, your mind ran a thousand miles an hour as you recounted the conversation you had earlier with your sister through the phone, and the horrifying experience that rattled your sense of reality.

Without any surprise, your sister was quick to notice there was something wrong in the way you spoke, but her questions were not to be answered that moment; not with Junko peering over your shoulder to check if you were saying the right things, not giving out any hints of your mistreatment.

Naoya was visibly pleased to hear that your sister had agreed to come over to the estate, and in such a short notice too, but failed to see how all of these quickly occurring successions could rid you of a good night's sleep. And apparently Junko decided to keep your little scare private from Naoya, evident by how he didn’t comment on it when eating dinner together, or later at night, when the two of you were in the privacy of your shared chambers.

Nonetheless, you still managed to irritate him by your constant movement across the bed and he eventually snapped, ordering you to get yourself together or to sleep on the floor. You sheepishly apologize, not giving him reasons for your agitation, and excused yourself to the bathroom, where you would splash a bit of water onto your face in hopes of refreshing your tense façade as well as to take, much needed look into the mirror.

The woman who greeted you back was a stranger.

She was nothing but the shadow of who used to be: a young, cheerful, full of life, energetic woman. One that had a whole promising future ahead, someone that had the opportunity to choose whatever she wanted to do, supported by those who loved her dearly.

But now, you were stripped of those characteristics, relegated to being the wife of an heir and nothing else; but far from enjoying the luxury that title usually conveyed, you were forced to sit back, stay quiet, cast away any desire in favor of your husbands and leave your future in the hands of strangers.

It was blatantly obvious in your face that you were far from happy—Hinata would certainly notice and push you further into answering her demands. But Naoya didn’t intend the meeting to go that way, you had a part to play if you wanted to satisfy him.

Thus, you forced a smile on your lips, rehearsing the look you would give your sister when seeing her for the first time in 3 weeks, and prayed she would believe you before going back to bed with your husband.

The next morning, just like every day, your ladies picked you up from the room and led you to the bathroom.

They heard of your sister’s visit just moments earlier, and although they didn’t know much about the relationship you had with your family —or if you had any at all since you kept quiet in allot of matters pertaining to your life before the Zen’in— nonetheless, they still treated it like a special occasion and dressed you up another beautiful yukata , this time pink and with white embroidery, courtesy of Hitomi.

To your surprise, Haruko kept unusually quiet as she tended to your hair; but would occasionally throw a few cheerful comments here and there, thus, you didn’t give it much thought, perhaps she wasn’t feeling very well this morning.

Mariya didn’t speak much either way, but still gave you a reassuring smile—one that fell deaf to your acknowledgement, still wounded by her betrayal.

Hitomi was always quiet, but blushed and thanked you when you complimented her work.

Once ready, your ladies-in-waiting took you to a garden in a section you briefly visited with Junko days prior, on the south side of the estate.

It was spacious, filled with a mix of daisies and lilies, a combination you didn’t know was in season, yet, took time to appreciate its beauty.

In the middle of the garden, stood 2 stone benches and a small table, one that you assumed was rarely used since it was covered in dirt—promptly removed with the help of Hitomi and a piece of cloth.

You carefully walked all the way to the center of the garden and sat down on one of the benches, you spread the skirt of your yukata downwards until it was fixed, and looked up to your staff.

“We’ve been informed that your sister is already here.” Mariya said, while Haruko placed a cup of tea before you, to calm your nerves , she said.

Your ears perked at the sudden information and your shoulders tensed with yearning.

“Naoya-sama will join you momentarily” The 3 women gave a courteous bow and left the same way they entered, leaving you with the flowers as companions.

Somehow, Naoya’s presence in your meeting with Hinata did not come as a surprise. If he wanted things done correctly, then he must be present, or at least that’s what he must’ve considered when arranging this gathering. He didn’t speak to you that morning, and in fact, he didn’t even indulge in his perverted fantasies last night, which took you as another surprise.

He instead opted to keep his thoughts and hands away from you, as he prepared to change himself for the day and share breakfast with you.

Perhaps he too, was too nervous to think about anything else that wasn’t your sister.

Nonetheless that silence was temporary, once the deed was done, he would go back to torment you, now without restraints—your family effectively out of sight.

Hearing footsteps approaching from your right side, you quickly turned around to see who it was; in the back of your mind you hoped it was your sister, only to be received by the image of a very serious Naoya.

“Your sister is here, you know what that means, don’t you?”

You pressed your lips together and nodded.

“Don’t try to do anything funny , wife. I’ll be quick to put you in your place, in front of your sister, even!” He chuckled, his serious facade now gone, replaced by his usual cockiness, and you suppressed the dark feeling beginning to prosper at the bottom of your stomach. “The servants are bringing her in, I wonder what face she’ll have when she sees you”

And just as he said, another set of footsteps became noticeable; this time, from the left. Your head slowly turned to the origin of the noise, eyes focusing into the depths of the halls, as you knew they could only belong to one person, and one person only. And there…you saw her—Hinata.

Contrary to you, she was not taken aback by the beauty or the garden before her or the decorations around the house, her mind and gaze was solely focused on you, and once she saw you in her reach, rushed towards your figure.

“Y/N!” she cried, ready to embrace you in the tightest of hugs she could possibly give, but was promptly stopped upon noticing the presence of your husband. She, too, was not surprised to see he’d decided to be present during your talk. She cleared her throat and composed herself “I’m…happy to see you. Both of you” Hinata lied through gritted teeth, but her tone managed to paint her words as genuine. Although she didn’t really care if Naoya caught her lie, she just wanted to see you.

“Hello, sister” You greeted, the smile you’ve been practicing hours before making itself visible. Your cheeks coated with moderate amounts of blush, and the faintest amount of lip gloss, had your face looking far more angelic that Hinata remembered, and much more happier than you really were; although with or without makeup, you’d always been her innocent little sister, no fact could change that. “I’m glad you could make it in such short notice! I didn’t think you would be able to come; please, sit down! It must’ve been a quick but tiring trip”

“Anything for you, sis” Hinata replied as she took your invitation and sat down on the bench across from you. Naoya followed suit and sat beside you, his eyes now locked on your sister’s. “It wasn’t that bad. I managed to find everything very quickly”

“Where are you staying?” you asked, swallowing the other questions you wished to ask, and choosing a more natural topic to keep the conversation flowing.

“A small family owned inn. I just needed the basics, I don’t play on staying long”

And I don’t want you to, Naoya wanted to add, but held back his desire by giving her a small smile instead.

“You could’ve told us, we would’ve arranged something for you” Naoya feigned care and this irked Hinata the wrong way.

“Perhaps another time” your sister responded, quickly shutting his offering and focusing on you once more. “Y/N…how…have you been?”

“Me? Oh, good. You know, busy” You shrugged “There’s so many things to do, I just spend most of my time helping the staff around to alleviate some of the duties”

This brought forth an old memory in Hinata’s mind.

She remembers well the time when you were a child, when you would hide in the kitchen, away from the servants in hopes of getting to wash the dirty dishes before them. Even when your older relatives reminded you that it was part of their duties, you countered them, saying:

They take care of me, so I want to take care of them!

It was always in your nature to help others, thus, Hinata became more tranquil when she heard you still preserved a bit of your kindness.

Sadly, it was far from the truth, and it was because you knew how she thought of you, that you decided to say those words when you did. It was all part to keep her compliant, unsuspecting…

“That’s good.” Hinata said, unconsciously inching closer towards you. “I…there’s something that I want to ask”

“What’s up?”

“Why didn’t you respond to my messages after you saw them? And have you received any of my letters?” You swallowed. It obviously didn’t take long before Hinata began asking the tough questions. She wasn’t one to go around in circles and avoid the main topic of her concern, no. Your sister always went straight to the point—and with much more reason, now that her mission was you.

“I–” you began, trying to hold back the evident hesitance in your tone. You could feel Naoya’s gaze on you, voicing, don’t fuck it up! You looked down to the floor, and up to her eyes. Her gaze determined in getting an answer.

You cleared your throat and continued.

“Hah, you’re not going to believe it! Remember that video I sent you a long time ago, about a hiker who wanted to take a picture of the landscape but dropped his phone?”

“Yeah…?” she responded, somewhat seeing where this conversation was going.

“Well, guess what happened to me!” You laughed, and Hinata raised an eyebrow in skepticism.

“You… lost your phone?” “Yeah, I dropped it! Naoya and I decided to walk on one of the trails nearby, and I wanted to take a picture so I could send it to you and Ren, but when I took my phone out it slipped through my fingers and…well, the forest is very big. I think it might’ve fallen on a nearby river. Ah, but you should’ve seen the view! It was impressive.”

“How long ago was that? Like, how many days into your honeymoon?” Hinata queried, judging by her face, she did not seem to believe…some of your words.

“I-I…I think like 3 days maybe?”

“Then that can’t be possible. I sent you messages like 5 days into your honeymoon”

You internally cursed and Naoya’s frown deepened. Instead of stepping in and trying to cover your mistake, he only blamed you for not being able to tell a convincing lie to your sister.

He began berating you.

Women were too stupid to plan ahead, they’re too emotional and only think about—

“That’s… scary, Hinata.” Your quick wit responded; the best way to get out of this situation was to fake that someone now had possession of your supposed lost phone, which in reality was stored away in one of the basements of the estate, turned off with chip removed so you wouldn’t be able to contact anyone, if you somehow managed to find it. Now you just have to convince her. “Have you received anything else from my number?”

“No” Hinata frowned “Was I supposed to?”

“I mean, I hope not! I don’t have that phone anymore, I left it back there in the forest…maybe…I think maybe someone found it and has been using it—Hinata…I think it’s best if you block my number, like…tell my carrier to disable my phone”

“What? ”

“Yeah! I have many contacts there and private information…I know you always told me to never put information regarding my missions or the jujutsu community, but I couldn’t help it and now…I don’t know what I would do if it fell into the wrong hands” You continued to thread another web of lies. And by the look of Hinata’s eyes, she seemed to believe you. “Please”

“I–I guess?” Hinata, still confused by your words, responded. You didn’t make any sense…unless it did? It would explain why you didn’t respond to any of her messages or why the tracker in your phone no longer worked. Your cellphone was probably out there, being sold in an underground market after being promptly wiped out of all it’s contents. If that were the case, then no information was at risk of being leaked; but she also didn’t believe you would be foolish enough to do specifically what she requested you not to—but Gojo often did it, so why would it stop you? “And the letters?”

“I haven't received any letters” You looked at Naoya “Have we?”

“No” he followed your initiative “We’ve been missing a lot of mail recently, we think someone might be stealing from us to get information on my clan—probably a conspirator of Geto’s”

Hinata had no way to either prove or disprove his accusations.

Mail theft was a felony that had become more common these past few months; and although most of it were pertaining to everyday civilians, there were a few packages labeled as jujutsu business that were interjected by curse users, adding another felony to their ever growing list of crimes.

To combat this situation, Hinata offered the solution of sealing certain contents to avoid unwanted eyes prying on their information, but it didn’t take long before the seals were broken in and everyone found themselves back at square one.

Perhaps Naoya was telling the truth this time.

Nonetheless, for him to speak of Geto’s name so casually brought disgust to your sister. Even if he was a criminal, Geto had been a close friend of hers, and he certainly did not deserve to say his name.

“I see…that’s unfortunate. How will I be able to talk to my sister, if her phone is lost and mail won’t go through?”

“Well, Naoya and I thought that maybe you could visit, from time to time, you know? Just to check how things are and see how my family is doing” You added with a grin, bright as the sun, as if this was the solution to all of her problems. But far from being the medicine to her illness, it only brought sickness to her stomach. There was a perfectly good phone somewhere inside the walls of this estate, that was being intentionally kept away from your reach. Why weren’t you offering that alternative? Why were you excusing your lack of communication?

Why were you pushing her away?

“But the call—”

“Oh, that’s a phone solely used for business matters, not personal. The line has to be clear at all times for the Zen’in to be able to receive calls, there’s not a single time where that phone isn’t ringing!” You giggled, the collar of your yukata carefully sliding away, revealing part of your neck. Noticing your exposed skin, you quickly pulled the cloth up, back to its original place and rested your hand on your husband’s lap. “That’s why I had to cut you short, I’m sorry”

After a few seconds of silence and analyzing the alternatives, Hinata’s lips began to curve into a wide smile, as if suddenly, it all made sense.

“Ah, I should’ve known! The Zen’in are a very big and influential clan, of course they wouldn’t have time to let us sisters hog the phone all day!” Hinata laughed, and her reaction caused you to flinch. Naoya, who had been silently observing the two sisters interact with one another, was also taken aback by her sudden change of behavior, but that surprise was soon replaced with satisfaction. “I’m sorry about the mail though, my clan and I have been trying to come up with alternatives to lower the number of reports, but to no avail”

“There’s nothing to apologize” Naoya gave her a sympathetic smile and he looked back at you “It’s something that was bound to happen after all the attacks”

Hinata was finally convinced that you were ok, and it was now time to send her away—for good.

“I’m glad you understand, Hinata.” You added, your husband gently squeezing your hand as you began to see what he was seeing. You began to seal your fate by swallowing the agony of your next words ”For now, we would like to have more time to ourselves, I have to get used to the clan, if you know what I mean”

“Of course, a just-married couple needs all the time they can get their hands on before finally settling down. Besides, you two are from an arranged marriage, so there’s a lot of things to learn from one another—no offense.”

“I’m glad everything is clear” The last ray of hope you were desperately clinging onto was destroyed. Ripped apart, burned to the ground, nothing left but the ashes of your despair.

Hinata, who you believed knew you the most, who you trusted to catch the hints you tried to convey on your tone or on the words you chose to speak, fell into your deceivement and thought of you as unredeemable.

Perhaps this solitude you always felt wasn’t feigned. You truly deserved to be alone.

“I guess that’s it then. I’m glad you’re ok, oh, before I forget, Sumire, Ren and Dad said hi! They’re doing well, but I don’t want you to worry much about them, focus on your life right now” Hinata beamed as she stood from the bench, looking around as if trying to remember where she came from “I would like to stay more time, join you for dinner, but I have to go, since I have a few pending missions so…uh…do you mind leading me to the exit?”

“Of course not, follow me” Naoya offered and you stood up, wanting to see your sister off one last time, although your husband much preferred you stayed behind. He’d allow it this time, he thought, like the final fuck you to your sister. Sealing his victory once and for all.

It didn’t take long before the 3 of you stood by the entrance, wooden doors now open for your sister to leave whenever she was ready. Hinata rubbed her hands with one another as she tried to warm herself up from the sudden gust of wind that sent chills traveling up her spine. She commented on the upcoming weather, and how winter was estimated to be far worse than last year, earning some chuckles and comments back from you and your husband.

“Well, I guess this is it” Hinata stood before you, her eyes filled with the warmth and relief of a woman who got what she looked for. Her visage could not hurt you more, as the image of the always supporting sister turned corrupted; she was now a stranger.. “I had no reason to be worried”

“I’m glad you’re better now” You said, grinning as widely as possible to stop the forming tears on the corners of your ears from falling. But far from stopping them, your gesture only caused you to feel even more miserable, and before you knew it, you were crying.

“Oh, Y/N” Hinata cooed “I’ll be back before you know it”

“I–It’s fine, I just—”

“We don’t want to keep you busy, Hinata” Naoya intervened “Or your taxi for that matter”

“Ah, I’m sure he can wait a bit. I just want to hug my sister goodbye, is that alright with you, brother-in-law?”

Naoya held back a scoff and looked away before nodding in approval, not wanting to see any more of their emotional interaction, not when he already had what he wanted.

Hinata stared at you for a few seconds, and gave you a soft smile as her hand gently patted your cheek, swiping away the hot tears with a swift nudge. You hopelessly held back a sob as she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. Her face rested over your shoulder, as her warm breath fell against your ear.

She continued to coo and reassure you that her visit, although temporary, was not the least one, that she’ll be back in no time, after she finished her missions. She sealed her words with a kiss on your head and you sobbed once more.

You hugged her back, tightly as possible, with no intention of letting her go. Your body unconsciously attempted to reach out to her one last time, another attempt to see if she could make out your desperate cry for help, before your mind dictated it was pointless—with her words, it was clear she’d already given up on you.

But before you could pull away, Hinata placed her lips as close as possible to your ear, and whispered, low enough for Naoya or anyone else for that matter, not to hear, but loud enough for you to understand.

“I”ll get you out of here, I just need time”

Your breath hitched, eyes widening as you slowly turned to meet your sister’s gaze.

Instead of finding the glimmer of an ignorant sister who believed you were ok, you found an unbreakable determination you previously thought yourself unworthy of.

Hinata was not stupid.

When you laughed and your collar started to fall out of place, her eyes were quick enough to travel down to your uncovered skin, before you fixed it away, and saw a horrifying fact unfold before her that made everything make sense.

Underneath your yukata, by your collarbones, were two darkened bruises, surrounded by patches of red skin, apparently from recent wounds. There was also a light tremble on your fingers as you moved to cover the sight she wasn't supposed to notice, stopping her trailing gaze to fall further into your cleave, where more hickeys were hidden.

Having this shocking revelation made all of your excuses make sense.

You weren’t saying these things because they were the truth, or because you wanted to stay away from her. You were saying them because Naoya held you captive, and he was abusing you! This was far from settling down and getting along with the servants, you probably haven’t been able to see anything outside his disgusting face!

The nerve of this man to hurt you had your sister seeing red, and she was more than ready to lunge over your husband and choke him to death–but your presence and reality of her surroundings stopped her.

She was inside the Zen’in estate, surrounded by members who swore loyalty to Naoya; if she were to attack him, there was no doubt in her mind that someone would seek retribution, and your fate would end up being worse than it currently was.

Hinata berated herself for even considering that the words you were spewing held an ounce of truth; but once felt her time at the estate quickly coming to an end, she was forced to prepare a plan that would inform you she unveiled everything.

Thus, she gave you her own rendition of the Kiss of Judas , but instead of sentencing you to death, she was sentencing you to salvation.

Fight, Y/N. Fight! Because I’m not giving up on you .

A sudden spark of confidence began to ignite from the depths of your mind as Hinata pulled away from your warm embrace. This had been the truth the entire time: you were not alone.

Your sister, as expected, was quick to notice there was something wrong and saw through your faked deceivement. She was just playing along to not get caught.

Suddenly, you felt you had all the power in the world, enough to fight Naoya off until your sister saved you.

But you were not one to keep still with arms crossed. You would help Hinata in your own way, from behind enemy lines, anything to complete the new mission she had entrusted herself with.

“I’ll see you later. Take care” Hinata said one last goodbye and exited the estate, wooden doors eventually closed by nearby servants.

You looked back at Naoya and held back the urge to smile and mock his stupid idea of bringing your sister down.

Perhaps he underestimated the strong bond siblings could have because he never bothered to get along with them. He thought it easy to break something he didn’t understand, but in the areas that he lacked, others would strive; his lack of social skills and human decency was to be his downfall, and your sister’s conviction was living proof of that statement.

“That was easy” Naoya grinned as he walked towards you, one of his fingers wiping away the tears that managed to ruin your makeup “Your tears even had me feel pity for you two”

You nodded, using the sleeve of your kimono to pick up the remnants of your almost-dried tears,

“Ah, well, it doesn’t matter. She’s out of the picture, and I can finally focus on my missions” He shrugged, turning around and heading to the inside of the halls, you closely trailing behind him. “It’s done.”

“Yes.” you smiled, basking in the glory of your first victory over him. “It's done.”

#naoya zen'in x reader #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya zenin x you #jjk fic #jjk imagines #jjk x you #jjk naoya #series: first it hurts—

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peachsayshi · 4 years ago

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Chapter 10 - Intimate (2)

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Angst, Fluff

Summary: Gojo uses you to relieve some of his stress after his little argument with your best friend, and poses a question that catches you off guard.

A/N: this chapter was a bit difficult for me to write and I think it's because it turned out to be sort of a filler chapter! Also, please excuse any errors - I am definitely posting this half asleep lol! but I am really excited to share the upcoming ones! I initially said that this was going to be 25 chapters but I outlined the rest of the story and there will be more! Hehe I do plan on doing the few extra one-shots in the end, so I hope you enjoy.

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“Tell me you’re mine…”

You blushed at the thought of Satoru’s words, painfully aware of the knot that tightened in the pit of your stomach which then tugged at your lungs, slowing your breath. You reached for the seasoning packets, ripping open the colored wrappers to prepare the ramen broth. You watched as tiny circles began to form from the bottom of the metal pot, bubbling it’s way to the surface. You could hear the shower still running from your bathroom, a bit relieved that Gojo was taking his time because you wanted to bask in the few precious minutes you had to yourself to try and quieten your racing thoughts.

You couldn’t focus on the task of preparing dinner because the word “mine” slipping from Gojo’s lips in a feverish claim was playing on a loop in your head. The way his tone darkened with urgency when he held his body close to yours sent goosebumps to run up your arms. You couldn’t figure out where the possessive streak came from or why he felt the need to assert his dominance over an act that should not have been as intimate as it felt. You folded your arms over your chest, subconsciously pinching your skin as you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.

There was a difference when you made your own personal comparisons in the safety of your mind versus Gojo bringing it up in the bedroom. Somehow admitting your confession to him made you feel vulnerable and his reaction didn’t make it any better, appearing to be competitive about the entire situation.

That doesn’t make any sense, why would he care? you wondered.

You never actually paid attention to how Gojo felt about your ex-boyfriend. For the most part he’s always been nice to him. Although the two of them weren’t the closest of friends, they seemed to get along whenever you all hung out together. You never would have anticipated that Gojo would be…

Jealous of him ?

That he would resent him?

Honestly, you didn’t even have an explanation for what it could possibly mean.

“ Pay attention…”

Gojo’s voice startled you, you didn’t even realise he was standing right behind you until you noticed him reach his arm forward to reduce the flame, stopping the water from bubbling over the pot.

“Whoops! Lost my train of thought for a second...” you lied, refusing to look in his direction in the hopes that he wouldn’t catch you blushing.

“That’s a safety hazard, you know?” he teased, still standing dangerously close behind you as he reached for the dry noodles himself and placed them into the pot. “You need sharp eyes when cooking otherwise you’ll end up having an unnecessary accident.”

A nervous chuckle escaped you as you circled to face him. Gojo had borrowed one of your black silk scarves, using it as a makeshift blindfold since his own was now tumbled between your bedsheets on the floor. You could smell your coconut and hibiscus body wash off him, the scent combining with the residual cologne on his clothes. An easy smile spread across that handsome face, his relaxed demeanor contrasting the state he was in when he first knocked on your door.

He’s your friend, you reminded yourself. What happens in the bedroom doesn’t mean anything…

It shouldn’t mean anything.

“Whatever you say, sensei ...” you chirped, burying your wayward thoughts. “Why don’t you grab those mats and I’ll bring these over to the table”

You assembled the two bowls, adding a little extra broth for Gojo because you knew he preferred it that way. Meanwhile, he had placed the two mats on the opposite side of the dining table, taking care not to disturb your work set up.

“Here you go,” you said, as you slid the bowl in front of him while he took his seat.

“Thank you!”

At first you both sat in silence, Gojo was responding to a few unanswered text messages but you were studying him with curious eyes, waiting for him to give you an explanation for his sudden visit.

“ Sooo, you want to tell me what that was all about?” you asked.

“That being?”

You waved your chopsticks in the direction of your bedroom, raising your brow before replying, “That being the sequence of events that just transpired…”

“ Stress relief ...” Gojo explained in between bites as he casually tucked his phone back into his pocket.

You thrummed your fingers against the warm bowl in your hands, fidgeting with the chopsticks in the other. “Well, I’m glad I could help you unwind, I guess...”

He flashed you a wicked grin, “Me too, because I need a repeat of the show...”

“I can’t look at you when you say that,” you remarked, focusing your attention onto the noodles and growing shy at his comment.

“Am I embarrassing you?”

“A little…”

“I don’t understand why, that was fucking hot ...”

Your face burned, the heat radiating all the way to the back of your neck from his words. You cleared your throat as you rolled your eyes at him, desperately trying to brush off his statement in a cool manner. You could feel the knot in your stomach, the thoughts you were having crept back into your mind as you tried to hush them away.

You decided to shift the conversation away from the bedroom and back to Gojo instead. If he wasn’t so flustered by his own emotions, you might have accepted his excuse of needing to relieve stress but you knew there was more to the story.

“Did something happen at work?” you questioned.

Gojo chuckled to himself, “It’s funny how you won’t even acknowledge my compliment... ”

“Are you really going to make me pry a proper answer out of you?” you huffed, and he could hear your annoyance in your tone.

Gojo wished that he didn’t have to get into this particular part of the conversation with you, knowing full well how it was going to bring down the mood.

“No, nothing happened at work,” he said with a sigh, “I was with Rina. She asked me to stop by her shop…”

You knitted your brows in confusion, “That’s kind of random.”

Gojo nodded his head, “I thought so too. She initially told me that she wanted to get my opinion on some new items she was dropping for her menu. Turns out I was only there because she wanted to know how long you and I have been sleeping together for…”

You choked at his statement, his nonchalant words nearly going over your head.

Gojo kept eating, unphased by your reaction. “Need some water?”

“Y-yes…no, ugh, nevermind …she asked you how …”

“ How long you and I have been fucking… ” Gojo replied, flicking his index finger back between you both to fully clarify his statement.

The knot in your stomach cinched, a wave of nausea swirling in your gut as you placed your chopsticks down.

“How... how did she even find out? ” you whispered to yourself as you slumped against the back of your chair.

“She saw us at the park.”

“ Oh .”

You and Rina have both had your fair share of arguments before but sometimes when her emotions got the better of her, Rina’s outbursts often came with her sharp tongue. Over the years you had to explain to her that her words carried more weight than she thought, and in turn she became more conscious around you. However it suddenly dawned on you that Gojo might have been on the receiving end of Rina’s unfiltered anger.

You covered your face with your hands, groaning with frustration. “What did she say?”

“ Hmm ?”

“What did Rina say to you?”

Gojo shrugged his shoulders, “don’t worry about what she said to me. I know she didn’t mean anything by it...”

“But you were upset when you got here…”

“Let’s clarify something, Rina was upset because she was hurt. I was just annoyed by the situation. There’s a difference...”

You wished he would take your conversation a little more seriously and not brush it off with such ease but sighed knowing full well that Gojo wasn’t going to tell you what exactly happened which meant that Rina must have said something deliberately hurtful towards him.

“ I’m sorry… ”

“Why are you apologizing?”

You picked up your utensils, “For dragging you into this unnecessary drama I started. I should have just told Rina what was going on between us…”

Gojo paused after slurping a noodle, “well, why didn’t you tell her?”

“She’s been overprotective recently… ” you explained, not wanting to get into the details that the reason was purely based on your break up and how terrible you have been about getting over it. “I knew that if I told her about our arrangement she would analyze me to death over it and I didn’t want to deal with that…”

“Fair point,” Gojo acknowledged with a hum.

His short responses unsettled you, and you found yourself overcompensating to make up for it. “I’ll talk to her and smooth things over and I’ll make sure she apologizes for whatever it is that she said to you. She shouldn’t take her frustration out on you just because she was upset with me...”

Gojo nodded his head but you could clearly sense that he was not in the mood for any serious conversations right now. Taking himself out of this particular topic, Gojo quickly changed the subject after you made your last statement.

He kept the rest of the chat lighthearted, distracting your worries by telling you little anecdotes he had about his co-worker, Nanami. You suddenly found yourself giggling when Gojo revealed that he practically stalked Nanami for an entire day just so he could force the man to hang out him.

“I feel bad for the poor guy, you completely terrorize him,” you stated, clearing the table once you were both done eating.

You made your way over back to your kitchen where you rinsed off the bowls before placing it in the dishwasher. “You’re free to hang out if you want,” you offered, noticing Gojo get himself together as he was preparing to leave.

“I think I distracted you enough for tonight,” he replied.

You walked him to the door, following in line with his long strides. Just as he was about to reach the handle of your front door, he stopped before turning to face you.

“You don’t owe anyone an explanation about what is going on between us,” he stated, his voice low and serious.

You blinked a couple of times in surprise before parting your lips to respond, “I know I don't owe anyone an explanation but I know what Rina’s feeling and the only way I can see myself fixing this problem is by telling her everything. We never keep secrets from each other and I would probably be equally as hurt if she chose to hide something from me too... ”

Gojo pressed his lips together, navigating the words floating in his mind before reaching his hand out to touch your fingers.

“I get it but I just…”

“ Just ?...”

He exhaled, “I don’t want you overthinking anything between us, okay?”

“Don’t worry, even though we are terrible at sticking to our own rules, I am fully aware of where we both stand…”

You notice the relief wash over Gojo’s face as he slips his fingers away from your touch, “Good, because I like what we are doing.”

“I-I like it too…” you replied almost instantly, your heart racing at your own admittance.

The sorcerer left you a bundle of nerves when he said his goodbye. The knot in your stomach made its presence known, twining itself around your insides as you couldn’t escape this foreign emotion that seemed to have infiltrated your body.

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CHAPTER 11 - FRIENDS

#Gojo Satoru x reader #Gojo x reader #Gojo Satoru x ofc #Gojo x ofc #Gojo Satoru x female reader #Gojo x female reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x rader #jjk x ofc #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jjk fan fiction #Gojo Satoru #Gojo

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fangirling-is-my-passion · 4 years ago

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*Salted Caramel*(Steve Rogers x Platonic!Reader)

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and a very, very complicated parents-child relationship (I don’t know how to write warnings, I’m so sorry).

Summary: You have an anxiety attack one day and the First Avenger comes to the rescue. In a fatherly way, just to clarify, hehe.

A/N: Eeehh, I have no clue if any of this makes any sense, haha, but I’m not gonna lie, I wrote the fic I desperately needed, so anyways I hope you enjoy it, my lovelies. Also, know that if you ever need anyone to talk to, my dms are always open. :)

You were the newest member of the Avengers and, although you’d only been part of the team for a couple of months, everybody had welcomed you with open arms. Nonetheless, you didn’t have as much opportunity to interact with them as you would’ve wished to, since you, not only being the newest member but also the youngest, still lived with your parents. Everybody had agreed that that was fine as long as you attended training sessions at the compound three times a week, which your parents agreed to. And now, even though you’d celebrated your 18th birthday a week ago, your living situation hadn’t changed much. At least not so far.

In spite of it all, the team had quickly embraced your presence in their lives and you felt more comfortable and at home with them than you’d ever felt with any of your relatives, including your parents. As a matter of fact, you didn’t really feel at home with your parents at all. Due to some issues from the past that had had its peak only a few months ago, the effect in the present was that your trust in them had broken completely and, even though you’d tried to fix the relationship several times along the years, the truth was that your parents kept letting you down constantly, making the damage irreparable by now.

This had taken a toll on your mental health and your anxiety had worsened a lot lately, nevertheless, telling your parents about it was obviously out of the question, and you didn’t want to bother the group of superheroes with such insignificant problems like yours. The world was in their hands, and in yours now too, you couldn’t make so much fuss about something like that.

Until the day you reached your breaking point.

Which sounds very dramatic, yet if you thought about it too much, you’d been through a lot worse before.

The circumstances and its specific details are irrelevant, the point is that, while you and your mother were having lunch, you had quite an intense anxiety attack. The kind you hadn’t had in a considerable amount of time.

Your hands started sweating, your heart began pounding inside your chest, making you feel like it could burst out of your ribcage at any given moment. Your breathing became shallow and quick, your lungs always asking for more air to breathe in, and a weird sensation that felt very much like losing ground and any sort of control over your life and yourself invaded you. At one point you even thought you’d pass out, but fortunately you didn’t.

You had to get out of there, fast.

So you told your mother that oh, crap, you’d just now remembered that you had a training session with the Avengers that afternoon, so you really had to get going. And without another word, not even waiting for a response from her, you took your phone and nothing more, and exited the house.

Once outside you walked aimlessly, trying to get as much air into your lungs as you could in an attempt to calm down. A million thoughts were rushing through your head, making you feel slightly dizzy, but you tried with all your might to concentrate on your inhalations and exhalations. After several minutes, you started feeling the tension in your whole body loosen up a bit, your breathing becoming steadier and your train of thoughts no longer on the verge of crashing. However, you still felt the urgent need to talk to somebody. Yes, the last thing you wanted to do was bother any of the earth's mightiest heroes with your problems, but this really seemed to be the last straw for you.

Therefore, you unlocked your phone and called the first person you could think of.

“(Y/N)?” Steve Rogers’ voice called from the other side of the line.

“Uh… Hi.” you said hesitantly, with a remaining shakiness in your voice that certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Steve.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he asked preoccupied, and you could almost picture the expression on his face: the furrowed brows, the worry reflecting in his blue eyes.

“I, um, I’m… I’m fine, I just… I just needed to talk to someone. I’m sorry, I shouldn't be bothering you with this.”

“No, no, you’re not bothering at all. What happened? Where are you, at your house?”

“Umm, no, not exactly, I’m… I’m a couple of blocks away, but…”

“Oh, okay. Do you want me to go there, or maybe meet somewhere, so we can talk?”

“I-,” tears started gathering in your eyes, making everything around you blurry, but you weren’t exactly crying out of sadness, “I don’t want to be a burden, really, I’m so sorry, I just wanted to hear your voice…” you mumbled, your voice cracking.

“(Y/N), you’re not a burden. Whatever happened, if it’s important to you then it’s important to me, okay? We can talk. Just tell me where and I’ll be on my way.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? You barely know me…,” you sniffled, tears rolling down your cheeks now, a sign of how moved you were by Steve’s kindness. He didn’t have to do all that, leave the compound to go meet with you somewhere, to listen to a problem that had nothing to do with him, but he was willing to do it nonetheless.

“Because I care for you. Even if you haven’t been part of the team for as long as the rest of us, you are family now. And families are always there for each other,” he stated softly but with determination.

“Thank you…,” you whispered, feeling like not all the thank you’s in the world could express how grateful you were to the man. “Um, well, there’s… There’s a small coffee shop relatively near here, I guess we could… we could meet there… if it isn’t much trouble,” you added.

“Sounds good. Can you send me the address?”

“Sure.”

“And text me when you get there, all right?”

“Yeah, I… I will. Thank you, Steve. Really.”

“Don’t worry about it, kiddo.” You smiled to yourself, feeling another wave of tears coming up. “And, hey,” he added, “it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

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Minutes later, you were at the coffee shop, sitting at a small table for two by the window. It was a lovely place you’d discovered at the beginning of the year, one day you were wandering aimlessly around your neighbourhood. The food was quite tasty in general, and both the place and the people who worked there gave off a very warm and cosy vibe, the type you only feel during Christmas, sitting in front of the fireplace with a cup of hot cocoa in your hands.

You’d already texted Steve to let him know you’d arrived, and now all you had to do was wait for him to get there. According to him, he was just about to.

And it was true, because a moment later you saw the tall, blond-haired man enter the establishment and search for you with his eyes. He finally spotted you, and you were able to notice, even from a distance, how his expression softened, while he made his way towards you.

“Hey,” you muttered standing up, still ashamed that you’d made the superhero travel all the way there for such a mundane reason.

“Hey,” he greeted you back with a soft smile, before sitting down on his chair, prompting you to do the same, “so… What happened, kiddo?”

You sighed. “Well, I just… I, um… may or may not have had… um, an anxiety attack…,” you could feel your face heating up due to the embarrassment you felt by admitting it to somebody else. An anxiety attack. Pfff. It felt so absurd now, making such a big deal out of it when there were clearly more important things…

“An anxiety attack?” Steve asked, tilting his head to one side in that particular way of his. His ocean eyes were overflowing with kindness, and that single-handedly was more than enough to make you want to cry again. Your heart was definitely not used to such a level of sympathy.

“Yeah…,” you breathed, your eyes starting to water up once more.

“Does it happen to you very often?”

“Umm, not exactly, I don’t know… It’s… It’s been happening with more frequency lately, but… I-I don’t know, it’s… it’s complicated. I mean,” you sighed again, “I’ve… I’ve lived my whole life... with anxiety and, well, I know there isn’t an actual cure for it, but I’ve… I’ve learnt to handle it, more or less, it’s just…”

At that moment, a waiter walked up to your table and asked if you wanted to order anything. You wiped the few tears that had escaped your eyes as discreetly as you could, hoping the waiter wouldn’t notice anything. As a matter of fact, you were embarrassed by letting yourself cry in front of Steve too, but at this point you couldn’t really help it. The superhero looked at you inquiringly.

“Have you eaten already? Do you want anything?”

“Um, yeah... yeah, I have… Uh… no, I don’t know... if you want anything… I can tell you that the salted caramel frappe is really good,” you offered him a small smile.

“Is that so?” He smiled too. “Well… I’ll have one if you have one. If that’s okay.”

You chuckled lightly. “Okay. It’s a deal.”

“All right then, two... salted caramel frappes? Please.”

“Sure,” the waiter wrote it down on his notepad and gave you both a warm smile, “I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you,” you and Steve said in unison.

“So,” he began, “you said your anxiety attacks have been happening more frequently lately. What do you mean lately? Is there a specific reason? Is it because of the Avengers?”

“What? No, no, not at all, you’re actually kind of my escape from everything… Umm, it’s complicated…,” you let out another sigh and proceeded to explain the situation to Steve, at first hesitantly, but after a while you were capable of talking a bit more freely.

You told him about your parents, about how you no longer felt at home in your own house and how the trust you ever had on your mother and father had been broken. How the comfort they were supposed to provide you was long gone and, in spite of your past efforts, it always ended unfavourably. It wasn’t easy, not in the slightest, nevertheless, as you kept talking, you could feel a heaviness being lifted from your shoulders, one that you didn’t even know was there in the first place. And, yes, the possibility of things ending badly even now was still there, but Steve’s expression, his whole energy made you feel safe in a way you hadn’t felt for way too long. So you might as well give it a try and get this off your chest once and for all.

Not long after you started talking did your beverages arrive and you both thanked the waiter before you continued.

He listened to you attentively. Never interrupted you, waited patiently for you to go on every single time you paused to take a breath or sigh or calm yourself down, never pushing you to keep talking. His furrowed brow reflected his worry for you, but it was in an understanding and serene way. He was glad you were finally telling all this to somebody and felt honoured that from all people you’d trusted him. He was perfectly aware that you were opening up to him and the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel like your emotions were invalid or unimportant. So he kept listening until you finished, and then waited a few seconds more, letting you sip on your frappe, before he spoke.

“I gotta ask, is that the reason why you go to the compound more than the necessary three times a week?”

Touché. You’d been constantly lying to your parents, telling them you had training sessions almost daily, or making random yet believable excuses so you could get out of your house and spend more time with the people who actually made you feel good.

You simply nodded to confirm Steve’s suspicions.

“It’s okay, (Y/N), I understand, I really do. Families can be tough sometimes, and people may disagree with what I’m about to say, but you don’t really owe your parents anything, especially after the way they’ve made you feel. It might sound like a bold stance, particularly for someone as old-fashioned as me, but as the saying goes “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb”. You’re not obliged to like your parents, let alone if they have had abusive conducts towards you. Now, in addition to that, it doesn’t have to be a greek tragedy for it to be valid. If something makes you feel bad or uncomfortable in any way, if it hurts you, then it does and that’s it. Other’s don’t get to say whether they hurt you or not, only you do,” he made a pause, pondering what to say next, ”Maybe someday your relationship with your parents can be rescued, or maybe not. Both things are fine, as long as it’s what makes you feel better. For now, however, I think we should find a quick and satisfactory solution to the problem, so why don’t you come live in the compound with all of us? You’re an adult now, you don’t need your parents’ permission,” the blue-eyed man offered you a sweet lopsided smile full of warmth, a tiny hint of fear that went unnoticed by you sparkling in his eyes, since he wasn’t sure of what impact his words had had on you. He was hoping he’d said the right thing, but he was terrified of the possibility that he’d screwed up.

Nevertheless, his fear couldn’t be further from the truth. Steve’s speech had reassured you profoundly, reinforcing that sense of safety of yours that had already started to develop around him and the rest of the Avengers. You lacked words to express how grateful you were towards him, but this man would always have your eternal gratitude. Needless to say, tears were streaming down your cheeks as quietly as you could keep them, your heart overwhelmed by the tenderness and the understanding he was offering you.

“I-,” you began, but your sobs became too much for you to contain and you broke down crying. Still, you tried to articulate your thoughts as best you could,” I’m sorry, it’s just… nobody had ever been so understanding with me and… and had ever comforted me so much in my life… you’re being so kind to me I… I honestly can’t thank you enough… I don’t even know what to say, I’m so sorry, I’m so lame...”

“You’re not,” Steve assured you softly, placing his hand over the one you had on the table. How were you supposed to stop crying if everything he did filled you with a sensation of comfort you’d lost a long time ago?

“Thank you,” you sniffled, wiping your tears clumsily with your free hand, “Thank you. And… yeah, I’d… I’d absolutely love to live with all of you at the compound. But will it be okay for everybody?”

“Of course! I told you, you’re part of the family now. We would all love to have you there with us, kiddo. We simply have to tell Tony, he’s the one in charge of that sort of stuff. And, of course, let your parents know. If you want, we can go to the compound right now and tell him. I’ll be there with you if you need me to. Both with Tony and with your parents.” Steve gave you a loving smile. His heart felt so relieved now knowing that his words hadn’t been a mistake.

“Okay, yeah… That… That would be nice. I told my mother I had a training session, so she won’t expect me to be back until later.”

“All right then, perfect,” he said, before taking another sip of his frappe, which had been reduced by half by now. Yours was almost untouched, but only because you’d been too busy speaking. Or crying. Or both. “By the way,” he added, “you were right, this thing is really good.”

You giggled. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Steve motioned the waiter to ask for the bill and once it was paid (he of course didn’t let you pay for your drink no matter how much you insisted), you both stood up from your seats, grabbing the remains of your frappes.

“Steve,” you called, making him turn back to look at you attentively once again, “thank you. So, so much. For everything,” you expressed with as much sentiment and gratitude as you were capable of. He was definitely the best man you’d ever met in your life. And that was saying something, having in mind that you’d met all the Avengers.

“Come here,” Steve said with a smile, his arms open, asking for a hug. You did as you were told, a wide smile now plastered on your lovely face. Yeah, it was a bit swollen from the crying, but it was still lovely.

To be honest, all you wanted to do at that moment was to keep hugging him and never ever let go; nonetheless, you knew that wasn't possible and eventually you'd have to break the hug. So for now, you breathed deeply, inhaling Steve’s scent (he smelled like bar soap and clean laundry, with a small touch of cinnamon), and you let yourself enjoy every second of that warm and strong embrace, and its newly found feeling of home.

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bangtanshomura · 3 years ago

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PINK | 2/? | pjm

summary: A neighbor as pink and hopelessly romantic as you and an equally pink neighbor like Jimin (but without a thing or two in common), sounds almost perfect together, right?. The only problem? That you are madly in love with him but his tonalities are very different from yours.

pairing: park jimin x female reader.

genre: fluff, angst, (maybe in the future a little of smut? not so sure).

word count: 1992

warning: unrequited love, pinning, so much embarrassment, a looooot of pink hehe, hurt, some mxm with ot7, you know…it happens sometimes.

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Pink, 'cause you are so very

“Sup with the face, sugar?” Seokjin’s voice pulls you back to reality. Or maybe was Jimin’s text.

“Jimin asked me if he should go on a date with the pretty girl of the coffee shop across the street”

“You are a pretty girl” He points you with a finger, looking at you harshly. “And Jimin always says stupid things, so please, don’t overthink this”

“But I'm not the pretty girl he would consider asking out on a date” your voice is almost a whisper, so genuinely hurt that Seokjin can't help the tug at his heart.

“Well, his loss, I’m telling you” He scoffs “He will see you someday—” Tucks a lock of hair behind your ear with an affectionate smile. “ like, really see you. And I hope it's not too late when that happens”

Everyone knows what a wonderful person you are, including Park Jimin.

The only person who apparently lacks this information is you.

And it's not that Seokjin has any feelings of hatred and contempt towards the now black-haired boy; but he didn’t appreciate the way he lured you to him and then pushed you away.

Actually, even if Namjoon thinks otherwise, he is absolutely certain that there is some reason why Jimin's colors look somewhat... dull.

There must be a reason why despite the subtle -quite obvious in Seokjin's opinion- attraction Jimin feels for you, he doesn't let it develop but also doesn't let it stop.

Seokjin just knows it's like that, it's a feeling,

“I love you so much Jinnie, but I don't want to talk about this anymore” You leave a small kiss in his cheek before you continue talking. “Are you coming for some unhealthy dinner tonight?”

“You know that we will, baby” The wink it throws at you makes you giggle “Namjoon will pick us up ten minutes before we close the store, safety an all, you know my man” You both laugh a little. “Any suggestions?”

“I'm craving a cheeseburger from McDonald’s”

“A cheeseburger from McDonald's will be” It’s a reality, they don’t know how to say no to you. And they don’t want to. “Now, help me with this arrangement, I have never met a bride as demanding as this girl. I swear”

______

"Just when I think you can't get any more idiotic, you come along and surprise me Jimin."

Yoongi’s raspy voice makes him roll his eyes.

“What are you talking about now?”

“You know what. Don’t play dumb with me” He signals his phone with a movement of the head and scolds him with his eyes. Translation: He read the messages. “You can’t keep doing this to her.”

Jimin looked out the window again, exchanging glances with the barista who batted her eyelashes flirtatiously, gifting him a smile that he returned with a smaller one of his own.

She's pretty, he had to admit that. But neither her flirtatious smile nor her long, stylish hair, managed to provoke anything in him.

Not like his small, pink, innocent neighbor.

A sigh left his lips and he returned his gaze to his phone.

“I know”

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“Are we hungry or what?”

Namjoon enters the shop with his extra-large arms extended, prepare to wrap you two in a bear hug.

“We are always hungry; you already know that hun”

Seokjin takes his face in between his hands with so much delicacy that you want to cry but instead you fake a gagging noise that makes them chuckle and you smile fondly to the presence of their love.

“Let’s go before you suffocate me with so much PDA” You give them a weak smile walking towards the entrance, in a crestfallen manner.

The taller one knows there is something in your voice that doesn't fit the facade you want to sell him, so, he looks to his boyfriend direction with a raised brow and an interrogation mark painted on its face.

His boyfriend answers him with a silent lip movement, a name, clarifying the situation.

Of course, it had to be.

“I cross paths with Jungkook this morning”

“Really? How is he?” Your question doesn’t come as curious as his want’s to, but he keeps anyways.

“You know, hotter than before” Seokjin watches him curious while locking the gate of the flower shop, eyebrow arching and he clarifies his voice. “I might have invited him to dinner today”

Okay, he may not have invited him, but they did crossed paths in a convenience store while the younger one was carrying a bag full of banana milk.

But he will.

“…You did?”

The hesitation in your voice gives him a push.

“Yeah, I mean, is it wrong?”

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You should have known.

How is it possible that a specimen like Jeon Jungkook exists and on top of that, he is single.

Damn Kim Namjoon and damn his twisted plan or whatever that goes through his prodigy brain.

“You could have warned me that he looked like that!”

“Boring” Namjoon prolonged the ‘o’ “I don’t see what’s wrong. He is hot, you are hot, he is single, you are single. A win-win situation if you ask me”.

“But I didn’t”.

“Irrelevant. We are having an amazing night y/n. You know that I’m not going to force you on a date with Jungkook but I want you to enjoy this moment with me, with us”.

“I am enjoying the moment, excuse you” You murmur.

“No your not. You think that I didn’t see the sadness in your eyes?”

“Nam…”

“No baby, not today” He takes a deep breath and looks at you with so much love and concern. “Please”

Deep inside, you know he is right, that you need a night of rest from the problem in your heart that has Park Jimin as its name.

Jungkook is funny, sweet, attentive and Namjoon isn't lying when he says the four of you are having a spectacular night.

You can see it in your best friend's eyes, the desperation to see you well, happy.

So, you agree.

“But!—” Namjoon waits for whatever that you are going to say “What the fuck with those tattoos? And the piercing? He can’t be real, you created him”

He lets out a thunderous laugh as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Girl, I know”

______

“Thank you so much for having me tonight y/n”

“Oh, no, no” You blush. He chuckles, watching you trying to burn holes in the door of the apartment in front of yours to avoid his gaze. “I-I…eh…Thank you! T-Thank you for coming, like, here, to my house, obviously…oh my god”

You want to slap your face for making a fool of yourself in front of another extremely hot man.

And then, he smiles.

And it's not a smirk or a chuckle that can be interpreted as "I know what I’m doing to you."

It's genuine.

He’s giving you his adorable bunny smile.

“Cute”

If he is about to say something else besides what your brain translated as a compliment, a voice coming from the elevator at the end of the hall momentarily distracts you from it.

“Hey pink”

Although Jimin's greeting is for you, his eyes are intently fixed on the male figure next to you, who watches him curiously.

“Jiminie, you are at home”

Jungkook's eyes travel quickly from Jimin to you, who -with incredible speed for someone so small- runs into the arms of the black-haired boy standing in front of the elevator door.

The gears in his brain working at full power, stopping abruptly when this guy drops the bags he was carrying on the floor so he can wrap his arms around your waist, still throwing daggers in his direction.

Then the realization hits him, and his lips let out an amused chuckle.

This guy must see him as a threat and being honest, he could be.

If you'd let him, that is.

“Yoongi didn't let me escape early, I'm sorry I couldn't make it to dinner with you”

The butterflies in your belly do a triple loop at his words.

"It's okay, I understand" You say turning around but not before grabbing one of the bags lying on the floor and incidentally, the hand he keep unoccupied by the other bags, you turn to Jungkook with a smile "Jungkookie, this is Jiminie, my neighbor!"

“Hi, Jiminie the neighbor”

Jungkook extends his hand offering it in a cordial greeting, while Jimin examines him completely to finally put down the bags and shake it without separating his hand that is holding yours.

“Just Jimin”

You don't quite understand why they seem to be having a battle to the death with just their eyes, in the middle of the hallway, while Mrs. Kim passes by and watches the scene with curiosity.

You give her a somewhat apologetic smile and make a small bow before -trying- to take a step to get closer to Jungkook.

Try, because the moment Jimin detected movement on your part, he pulled your hand with a little force -without hurting you of course-, to return you to his side.

Jungkook catches between his lips the mocking laughter that wants to escape from his chest and instead returns his gaze to you, smiling softly.

"I'd love to stay and get to know 'Just Jimin' a little more, but I'm afraid it's a little late" You can watch from the corner of your eye as Jimin rolls his eyes and turns to the side with a pout on his lips.

Weird.

Not the tantrum, you've seen it multiple times.

The moment. Yeah, that's weird.

"Actually, yes. It's late. Jungkookie from college" Jimin says dryly

For some reason your brain fails to organize its ideas and thoughts, they're all scattered all over the floor of what you assume is the control room in your head.

"Sure" Jungkook replies without looking at him, taking a step to get closer to you, snapping you out of your thoughts "Really, thanks for tonight, y/n"

Jimin knows, he can feel it.

His cheeks must be red and his forehead must have the biggest scowl in history.

Because, who does he think he is, Jungkookie from college, to hug you like that?

Even when his hand is intertwined with yours!.

"Oh" Jungkook's warm embrace brings you back to your senses completely. unconsciously letting go of Jimin's hand to return the gesture with affection "Thank you for coming, I hope Namjoon didn't force you to come all the way here."

"Not at all. Actually, I'd love to meet with you guys again."

When you part, Jimin makes his presence noticeable again, taking your hand quickly with a huff.

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"I thought only Namjoon and Jin were coming for dinner?"

Jimin lets the question out casually, wishing it wasn't too obvious his need for information from the - apparently - new member of your group.

"Oh, yeah, Namjoon found Jungkook by chance and invited him over for old times' sake."

He can see how you arrange some cans in his cupboard, as if you know the place by heart.

Leaning on his kitchen counter, a smile moves over his lips at the domesticity of the moment.

How can you look so pretty and pink, doing something as mundane as stocking his pantry?

And it's this very thought that forces him to take control of the situation. Because he knows that what happened in the hallway a few minutes ago must have confused you even if you don't show it to him.

And it's not something he can afford.

"I see" Running his hand through his hair -a habit he doesn't intend to abandon-, he starts rummaging through another shopping bag as he continues "Did you read my messages?"

He can see you cease your movements and stand still with a bag of candy in one hand.

"I-I..."

"Nevermind" He Interrupts you "Yoongi advised me on one or two things that might be useful."

"He did?"

No.

But you can't know that.

"Yeah, he did."

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A/N:

For the people who read the first part, I'm sorry for the delay but I've been going through an unexpected and difficult time, so I promise to make up for the lost time. In the meantime I'll leave this chapter here and I hope you enjoy it and again, I'm really sorry!

#park jimin fanfic #jimin fanfic #bts fanfic #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader #park jimin #jeon jeongkook #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim taehyung #jimin angst #jimin fluff #bangtan fic #bts fic

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prosebushpatch · 3 years ago

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Hi, I'm a huge fan of your Detective Pikachu AHIT au, so much so that you've inspired me to try and make an AHIT au of my own. I was wondering if you had any tips or advice for me though because I've never really written an au before, let alone a fanfic. I'm not sure how to word it well, but I'll try my best. I guess what I'm wondering specifically is how do you find the balance between standing apart from the original media and making the two blend together in a way that feels natural? If that makes sense? And/or general advice. I've been wanting to write this story for a long time but actually writing (and posting it for others to see) is very intimidating. Sorry if this is a lot to ask for though. I really look up to you a lot when it comes to writing stories. You do such a good job of making the characters easy to relate to and I can almost physically feel myself in your stories when I'm reading them because of how full of life they are. If the advice thing is too much, I understand. If nothing else I wanted so say thank you for all the AHIT stories you've written. They've helped me through some difficult times. Still are. It gives me something to look forward to when everything else is unclear. Thank you very much <3

Oh gosh, first, thank you so much, this is so kind and I’m so glad and grateful my stories can do that for you ;o; <333 It means a lot! I’m happy to share my thought processes for writing! Under the cut because I get a little rambly, but I hope it helps a bit and feel free to ask me to clarify anything!

For balancing aus, what I usually do is pinpoint the main pieces of the original media that I think are most important to the media itself and then if there are any matching themes/vibes with the media I’m working with, I latch onto those too. For example! The main thing I zeroed in on in the Detective Pikachu au is how the dad gets turned into a pokemon, gets amnesia, and has to team up with his kid to unravel the mystery surrounding his predicament. That’s the part that, I think, makes it a Detective Pikachu au first and foremost and it’s where I’m the most faithful to the source, and then I deviate quite a bit, like how I keep the prince/snatcher a lawyer and turn him into an eevee instead because I thought it fit the character more.

And then with that au, I threw in the shadow pokemon mechanic because I thought the artificial corruption of hearts and closing them fit how Vanessa and the prince in ahit are corrupted/overshadowed by their heartbreak. And a smaller thing I did to combine Detective Pikachu with the prince was how, in the movie, detective pikachu is obsessed with coffee and since I made the prince’s partner a polteageist, it made sense to have him have an affinity for tea. And then from there it was a matter of just playing around with how the characters and the world of ahit would change with pokemon!

The most important advice I can give is to write the moments/tropes/emotions that you most want to! For as much as I can justify my choices for the story above, I also just really wanted to write them like that, haha. Like I just adore the shadow pokemon mechanic and wish it was utilized in games more, so I brought it into the story so I could play with it!

I totally get nervous posting stories too. And, looking back, there are a lot of ways I could improve the aus, like I feel that my majora’s mask au could have more influence from majora’s mask itself, but also I do love the story I ended up with! So I think, just writing things that make you happy/call to you is the best place to start. There are a lot of moments in those aus that I was certain no one else but me would enjoy, but then they ended up being some favorites of readers! (Like Wuka ;w; I wasn’t going to keep him in as long but I was delighted to find others loved him too, so I indulged in more shameless owo moments hehe).

This got a little long, but I hope it helps and I hope you start writing your story soon!!! I think my favorite thing about stories is how many ways you can tell the same one, or similar ones, or ones that start in the same place but branch into different paths, and how they all matter. In some way, big or small, stories matter. And your story matters! Wherever you start it, and however you guide it through its journey, it matters! And I most certainly look forward to reading it when it’s ready! <333

#rose and rambles #anonymous #prosie's writing adventures #ALSO THANK YOU AGAIN ;O; <333333 THIS MEANS SO MUCH YOU ARE TOO KIND #i will add that i think pokemon aus just really lend themselves well to things #like i basically took Mafia town and thought about how to put pokemon in there AND when i was thinking about the geyser #holding up the mafia headquarters #i just remembered seeing in the anime where psychic pokemon used psychic powers to hold up bubbles of water for water pokemon to perform in #i think it was the manaphy movie #so then i used water/psychic types to hold up mafia headquarters #i was reading a lot of pokedex entries for that au and just sorta thinking about which ones melded well with ahit #i had a lot of fun with it ;w; should probably write for it again someday.... still gotta work on other things first tho #anyway thank you so much for reading! both my stories and my rambles <333 #i hope you're doing well and enjoying many soft and lovely moments

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auspicious-lilana · 4 years ago

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Two Cats, One Heart (Chat Noir x reader)

Summary: Y/n Ross and Adrian Agreste are childhood best friends, they’ve been through thick and thin, including losing their mom, and dad. Since then Y/n’s mom made her live with Adrian at his mansion and forever leaving her life. Watch as their lives Change as they become the new heroes of Paris alongside Ladybug and see how Romance sprouts between the two models.

Warnings: It’s a bit long hehe?

"And now I'm pretty sure Chat doesn't like me the same way I like him." I finished explaining everything to him.

Adrian and I were sitting on my couch, Alpha in the coffee table in front of us munching away his brownies.

"What makes you think that?" Adrian asked.

"For one, besides the usual flirt banters, He didn't show anything that could give me a hint that he likes me back."

"I think he does like you."

"How do you know?" Adrian seemed a bit stuck, looking around for an answer.

"Since you've been pretty honest with your secret, I guess I can't keep mine without feeling guilty." Adrian sighed.

"What secret?" I got more confused as he took out a piece of cheese. "Wait, is that what you kept reeking of?"

"Yes, It's the only thing he eats, every single time." I got more confused.

"Who's he?"

"How much longer are you going to play dumb?" Alpha asked while chewing as I cringed. "He means his kawami, Plagg."

"First of all, Don't talk while you eat. I thought I told you that a hundred times Alpha." I scolded before turning to Adrian before it dawned on me as I saw a little black cat attached to the cheese in his hand. "If you have a kawami then it'd mean you're..."

"Yes," Adrian nodded. "I'm Chat Noir." I felt myself blushing, realizing I had just rambled about my crush on Chat Noir...to Chat Noir!?

"You...I...Wait, that explains why you're always going near my locations to change back." I remembered. "Who knew,"

"I thought you were planning to try and sneak a peek at my identity." Adrian chuckled. "But you were just trying to get home too."

"So...When you said Chat Noir likes me back..." I looked to my side, trying to hide my blush.

"Yes, I meant I liked you too, a lot."

"Hey, Plagg. I got a little spot I hide whenever these two get all lovey-dovey, wanna eat there?" Alpha offered, noticing Plagg's disgust.

"Don't have to ask me twice." The two kawami's made their way out as Adrian and I rolled our eyes.

"What happens now?" I asked.

"Well, this is normally the part where we umm, we...kiss." We inched closer to each other as he grabbed my arm to lead me closer to his face, I looked to admire his features, fluttering my eyes shut as we touched lips.

"This counts as us now Girlfriend and Boyfriend, right?" I whispered.

"Of course."

***

"Agent Smith, It's too dangerous! We must evacuate!" Adrian exclaimed as he and Mylène were crouching behind the teacher's desk, water guns in hand.

Our class was filming a movie for a project and Adrian and Mylène were the voted leads. I was going to be the lead girl but I wanted to work behind the scenes, so I play the role of the Assistant Director, while also Mylène's understudy if anything were to happen.

"You're suggesting we run, Officer Jones?" Mylène asked with a determined look. "After it devoured my family, my friends, and even my beloved dog, Sniffles?" She dramatically stood up. "Never! I won't run! I no longer fear it, I'm going to face it, then I'll-" Ivan loomed over as scripted with a monster mask, roaring as best as he could as Mylène broke character and screamed in fear, hiding under the table as Adrian and I looked at her worried.

"Sorry, Mylène." Ivan apologized, taking the mask off.

"Mylène! That's like, the tenth take." Nino scolded, frustrated as he rubbed his forehead. "And we're only on the first scene!"

"Fourteenth actually." Alix corrected, holding up a count from her seat in the back. "But who's counting."

"Ughh..."

"I'm...sorry." Mylène apologized, getting out from under. "I'm gonna do better on the next take, I promise." Juleka was reapplying blush, fixing Adrian's look.

"Anyone want some tea?" Rose offered, holding a portable kettle.

"You're playing a hero from the special forces. You're not supposed to get all freaked out!" Nino lectured.

"I know, but...that monster mask he's wearing is so...realistic and scary!"

"Just big ol' me, Mylène." Ivan stuck his fingers through the eyes of the mask, show how harmless it was. "Nothing to be scared of."

"You ask me, he doesn't even need a mask," Chloé said, laughing with Sabrine as I frowned at her.

"Does it hurt you to be a little bit nicer, Chloé?" I asked.

"Ivan, put the mask back on, you're playing the monster!" Nino demanded. "And Mylène, we need you to stay in character!" Ivan put the mask back on, causing Mylène to get scared.

"I need to sing my happy song, it always makes me feel better." Mylène took a deep breath as she began singing to herself, slowly stepping back. "Smelly Wolf, Smelly wolf." I felt Alpha scoff from my pocket, muttering his offense at her song. "stinky breath and slimy--" She bumped into Adrian, suddenly jumping back, shrieking in fear.

"And the Oscar for the best pathetic scaredy-cat afraid of its own shadow goes to...Mylène!" Chloé laughed, making Mylène feel worse as Adrian looked at her, disappointed.

"Chloé, seriously?" Adrian asked.

"Yeah, so what?" Mylène ran out of the classroom, crying.

"Mylène!" Marinette shouted. "Anyone gonna go after her?" Ivan ran after Mylène, calling out her name as he took the mask off.

"Epic, Chloé! Just Epic!" Nino sarcastically exclaimed. "What are we supposed to do now without our leading actress?"

"Who needs her, anyway?" Chloé scoffed. "She was totally lame!"

"You're lame!" Ivan shouted, coming back in. "Mylène is crying her eyes out on the bathroom thanks to you!"

"Me, Lame?"

"Hey, Hey!" I came in. "Fighting over this isn't going to get this film done any quicker, We'll find a way to get this done by tonight!"

"As a producer, I'll make sure of it too!" Marinette agreed.

"The Deadline for the Parisian Student Short Film Festival is tomorrow evening, precisely 26 hours, 15 minutes and 14, 13 seconds from now." Max clarified.

"Thank you, Max." I smiled.

"And we still have editing, post-sound, soundtrack..." Marinette listed.

"And who's gonna take Mylène's part?" Adrian asked.

"Um, me of course!" Chloé got up from her seat.

"You haven't even read the script!" Alya argued.

"Of course I have! The first scene anyway, I can even tell you that it ends with a kiss between Agent Smith and Officer Jones!" Chloé batted her eyes at Adrian as he pleadingly looked over at me as I moved next to Nino.

"As Mylène's understudy, I'm the one who's supposed to take her place if anything were to happen. Remember?" I reminded Nino.

"Right." Nino nodded as Marinette screaming, looking at Alya.

"You wrote that?!" She shrieked.

"Hold up!" Alya exclaimed skimming through her script again. "I didn't write that!"

"Uh...I wrote that." Nino admitted. "It was just a little tweak. You know, to move the story forward."

"What! You edited my script without even telling me!" Alya gripped onto the collar of Nino's shirt. "That's low."

"Wait a minute! You mean our script!" Nino argued, removing her hands as Adrian and I sighed before Rose came up to us.

"Juice?" We gratefully took a cup.

"Thanks, Rose." Adrian thanked.

"Guys, it doesn't matter who did anything, we have a film to get done by tonight." I reasoned.

"she's right," Max said. "Principal Damocles is only allowing us to use the school until 6 p.m. sharp. Which leaves us 9 hours, 12 minutes, and 12 seconds. 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6..."

"Adrian and Y/n kissing cannot happen! No way!" Marinette hissed at Alya quietly, as so nobody could hear.

"It makes no sense story-wise anyway." Alya shrugged. "The main character's emotional journey-"

"Hold on!" Marinette ran over to Adrian. "We can't let Mylène just leave just like that! It's...wrong! We all chose her to play the leading female role! And...we're all in this movie together! She needs our support. I'm gonna go find her and bring her back."

"Always trying to save the day, aren't you, Marinette?" Chloé mocked.

"Wait," I said, holding her arm. "I'll go, you're the producer, you're needed here." I left before she could say anything more, missing the satisfied look on her face.

{Third POV}

"Nice going, Miss Producer." Nino sarcastically remarked. "Now we have no lead again!"

"Yeah, but now we'll be able to go look for our real lead!" She argued, hiding her intentions of just wanting to keep Adrian kissing Y/n out of jealousy.

"I told you. Tick tock, there's no time! We need a lead now!"

"Marinette can do it!" Alya exclaimed as Adrian got uncomfortable at the thought of kissing a different girl.

"What?! No! I can't act. I'm... the producer." Marinette started furiously blushing.

"But you wanna kiss Adrien, don't you?" Alya whispered to her as Marinette glanced at Adrian who mentally hoped Y/n can get back in time.

{Y/n's POV}

"Mylène!" I called out as I entered the Bathroom. "Mylène?!" I looked to see nobody was there, missing the monster feet in one of the stalls as I noticed the mirror was covered in some sort of slime.

"Wow," Alpha gasped, peeking out from my pocket to take a look. "I knew you girls were disgusting in terms of love, but I didn't think you guys were that disgust- hey!" I glared at the little wolf, shoving him back in my pocket with a finger.

"She isn't here." I noticed, "Didn't Ivan said she'd be in the bathroom? This is the only girl's bathroom in this half of the school, she should be here."

"I think that slime might have something to do with this."

"I can't find her on my own, I'll have to get the others to help look for her. I have a feeling crying wasn't the only thing she was doing in here."

"Wow, the best idea ever!" Alpha sarcastically praised. "Not like it was the only choice you had!" I shoved him back down my pocket as I had an eerie feeling as I ran back to the classroom.

"Guys!" I shouted, seeming to have boast through the door right before Marinette could kiss Adrian, who was trying to prolong the kiss as long as he could, relieved at my interruption as Nino shouted Cut. "Mylène isn't in the bathroom, we need to find her. I think something might be going on- wait, Where's Max and Kim?" Right as I asked, we heard two screams. "Did you all hear that?"

"Loud and clear." Adrian nodded.

"We better scope this out," Marinette said as everyone ran to the source of the scream.

"A fruity snack for the road?" Rose offered.

Nino began recording them, following me as I noticed something on the floor.

"Hey! Anybody here?" Adrian shouted. "Kim! Max! Where are you guys?!"

"Wait, I felt like I saw the same pink goo...the bathroom!" It finally clicked as Adrian came up to me, picking up the armband covered in goo.

"That's Kim's!" He exclaimed.

"They vanished!" Nathaniel began panicking.

"Or they're playing a sick joke on us." Alya scoffed.

"We should go to Principal Damocles's office and tell him what's going on!" Marinette declared, She then noticed Nino was filming everything. "Nino, come on! Stop Filming!"

"Not a chance! This is just getting good!" I took the chance to slip away from the class quietly.

{Third POV}

Adrian had tried to slip away with Y/n but soon got caught by his best friend.

"Yo, Adrian!" Nino called out.

"I left Officer Jone's jacket back there!" He quickly came with an excuse. "Should probably wear it in all the scenes." Nino nodded as the rest of the students went upstairs, Adrian already running back into the empty classroom which Y/n had already snuck into the other way.

Neither noticing the Horrificator Akuma, a slimy monster start gooing the entire school roof, doors, and windows to keep them shut-in.

"This is the first time transforming with another person in the room." Y/n admitted, feeling a bit nervous and awkward for some reason.

"Then we better get used to it." Adrian winked.

"Hey, your Chat side is already showing!" Y/n pointed out as Alpha and Plagg came out from their pockets.

"Y/n, Darling." Alpha calmly called out. "I never ask you to hurry up and transform, it isn't me. but right now, I'm begging you to just transform. I can't stand this lovey scene." Y/n scoffed.

"So um," Adrian awkwardly shifted before he took off his right shoe. "Guess we should first make them think we've vanished."

"Good idea." Y/n nodded her head, reaching to take off her hairpin, throwing it to make it seem like she was struggling as it came off, Adrian doing the same after showing Plagg his shoe, making the small black cat cringe.

"You say I stink of Camembert," Plagg said.

"I mean, you both do." Y/n pointed out as Adrian gave her a look before sighing.

"Plagg, claws out!"

"Alpha, Tails out!"

***

The rest of the students were going into the Principal's office, looking inside to see pink goo around.

"Even Mr.Damocles isn't around," Rose said, worried as Marinette stood outside the door, making sure nobody was looking back before she took out her phone, dropping it on the floor as she ran into the library.

"Time to transform." She quickly said to her little kawami, Tikki. "Tikki, Spots on!"

***

"Anyone seen Agent Smith- I mean Y/n?" Nino asked. "And Marinette too?" They ran out of the office, Alya stopped to see her phone on the floor.

"Oh no," Alya gasped. "This is Marinette's phone."

They soon walked around the entire school, checking the ceiling, windows, doors, to see a pink goo covering them shut.

"We're trapped!" Chloé exclaimed before taking out her phone. "I'm going to call Daddy!"

"Dudes, you know cellphones never work in horror movies." Nino reminded, still filming everything.

"No bars..." Ivan said, checking his phone.

"No coverage!" Nathaniel sadly said along.

"Told you so!" Nino got excited. "Boo-yah!"

"Is everything okay?" Ladybug asked, appearing at the door.

"Ladybug in my movie? This is legit!"

"And on my Ladyblog!" Alya started filming too.

"We've got to calmly evacuate the building, okay everyone?" Ladybug ordered. "

"Easier said than done, Ladybug," Chat said as he and Lady Wolf came jumping down, landing next to Ladybug.

"The place is covered in pink goo, nothing can come in or out." Lady Wolf added.

"Triple Legit!" Nino exclaimed.

"Lady Wolf in the flesh!" Maya grinned, taking her phone out. "This I can't miss, my viewers are gonna eat this up."

"We tried to cut through the goo, but it's no good." Chat Noir explained. "Totally indestructible. So looks like we're trapped inside the school for now. Just stay put and try to relax, guys."

{Y/n's POV}

"Let's talk for a bit," I suggested as Chat and I led Ladybug to the corner of the office, out of the student's sound range.

"We know that Hawkmoth's taken another innocent victim somewhere in this school." Chat said.

"And there's only one way to get rid of the goo and get everyone out of here," Ladybug added.

"And that's to capture the Akuma like always,"

"Exactly." Chat flirtatiously grinned at me. "I love it when you read my mind."

"Ugh," Ladybug playfully groaned, already used to the usual flirty banters of her partners. "But we better find this thing first, and it's prisoners." Before they could say another word, they soon had Nino right behind them, filming them.

"Don't mind me." Nino quickly said. "finding the missing peeps and solving this crazy mystery with Chat Noir, Ladybug, and Lady Wolf...This movie's gonna be so swank!"

"Stay together, right behind us." Ladybug said, walking away before grabbing Nino's arm, pulling him towards her. "Means you too, Spielberg."

***

We were following the trail of pink goo, not noticing Sabrina and Chloé leave their group, running off to hide elsewhere.

We entered the classroom Adrian and I had transformed in, Ladybug noticing Adrian's shoe and my hairpin.

"There!" She exclaimed, picking it up.

"Anyone recognize this shoe and pin?" Chat asked, playing dumb.

"That's Adrian's shoe," Nino exclaimed.

"And that's Y/n's pin, she never goes anywhere without it!" Maya pitched in.

"That's weird." Ladybug said. "There's no pink slime here."

"Yes, there is." Nathaniel pointed out the slime on the desk, kneeling before he got grabbed by a slimy tentacle.

The other students started to step in fear as Nathaniel started panicking. Juleka being the only one who was more awed by the slimy monster than scared.

"Everybody run!" Ladybug shouted as they all ran out of the room, Nino remaining by Chat's side to record and Juleka staying put near the door, admiring the monster which grew larger.

"Awesome." Juleka grinned, the monster roared at Juleka as she seemed a bit taken back before grinning. "So Awesome." I noticed the height difference, it's power. He shrunk when Jeluka wasn't scared?

It spits goo at Juleka but I quickly grabbed her arm and took her out of the classroom before it could touch her.

"Eww!" Chat exclaimed. "What's your name, Drool-lator?" The monster spits goo at him but he spins his staff to avoid any touching him before swinging his staff to remove the slime. "Cats aren't afraid of slimy toads like you."

"We better hurry and find our where that Akuma is hiding!" I exclaimed.

"I don't see anything," Chat exclaimed as they dodged a slime, jumping down the stairs as the students hid in the corner, watching them. "Just miles of slime!" The monster looked at the fear in the kids, growing in size, confirming my suspicions thoughts.

"Fear!" I suddenly shouted, catching Ladybug and Chat's attention. "It grows from fear!" Ladybug ducked tying a yoyo around its leg to a pole as Chat tried to land a hit before he got slimed into the wall, I gasped, going in from behind before getting caught to the wall as well.

The monster then grabbed the yoyo string, pulling in Ladybug before sliming her onto the basketball hoop.

The monster turned and grew as everyone screamed, it approached the class, recognizing Ivan, affectionately licking, grabbing Nathanial (who was released during the fight) and Alix, jumping away.

"Oh no! It took Nath and Alix!" Rose exclaimed. (A/n: No way! what a shock! Not like we just witnessed it happening.)

They soon managed to get out the slime, running to a door to see it was slimed shut.

"Did you see how it only left Ivan alone?" Ladybug mentioned.

"Yeah," Chat agreed. "What's that all about?" I thought about it before remembering what happened earlier, the goo in the bathroom, Mylène's long disappearance.

"The monster has to be Mylène!" I exclaimed. "She was the first to disappear...from what I heard..." I quickly covered up.

"Where are Sabrina and Chloé?" Alya asked, running up to the teen heroes with the small group of students behind her, Nino still recording.

"We'll find them, don't worry." Ladybug reassured. "If we can find a way out of here..." They soon heard Chloé's screams and ran up the stairs, pushing through the doors as something seemed to have been blocking the front of, they looked around to see nothing but a trail of slime.

"We're too late!" Chat exclaimed.

"But look!" I said, pointing to the trail. "We can still follow it!" I lead the group as we were led to a dark workshop.

"I'm so amped!" Nino exclaimed, recording as I was about to open the door before we turned to Nino with a frown.

"Turn your amp down to about 4, will ya?" Chat asked.

"My bad...." Nino sheepishly chuckled as we stood on our guard, slowly opening the door, walking into the cellar, looking at the large blobs of slime.

"Anybody in here?" Ladybug asked, her voice ringing in the room.

"Ladybug, it's me, Chloé Bourgeois!" Chloé cried out.

"Don't worry! We'll get you out!"

"Well, hurry it up!"

"Is everybody here?!" Ladybug, Chat, and I went around, trying to get a count of everyone. "Mr.Damocles."

"Present!"

"Alix?"

"Yeah!"

"Nathanial?"

"Here!"

"Adrian?!" Ladybug started to panic at the silence as Chat froze, "ADRAIN?!" Chat quickly hid behind a goo pod.

"Yeah, Yeah, I'm fine!" He exclaimed. "What about uh Y/n?" I glared at Chat for mentioning my name for everything.

"Y/n?" Ladybug repeated, I hid behind a corner.

"Oh um! I'm here too!" I quickly shouted. "How about Marinette?"

"Yeah! Yeah! We got everyone!" Ladybug exclaimed, tugging on the Goo Pods. "Ugh! they won't budge!"

"Get us out!"

"I can't stay here!"

"Help!"

"Everyone! Try to calm down!" I shouted before a giant slime went past us, covering the door we came in from, the monster jumping down in front of us.

"Okay, now this is getting scary." Ladybug admitted.

Chat distracted it throwing pieces of the goo at it as it tried to attack him, giving Ladybug time to use her powers.

"Lucky Charm!" Guitar strings dropped to her hands. "Guitar strings? Are you kidding me?"

"How would...Mylene's song...." I exclaimed. "Ever heard of Smelly wolf?" I asked Ladybug as she nodded, catching on. While Ladybug used her vision to gather the things needed to make temporary instruments, Chat used his powers to the bars rusted and trap the monster in its place.

"Okay, we're all going to sing!" Ladybug announced, strumming her fingers to the strings attached to a broom and bucket.

"Sing?" Chat asked, jumping down to us. "That's your plan?"

"The only way to get through this to get your fear under control. You all know Smelly Wolf, don't you?"

"Seriously? Smelly Wolf?"

"Care to join us?" I asked, blowing into a pipe to warm up a tune. Chat grinned, making a drum set out of pots and trashcan lids.

They began singing to the monster, their fears slowly going away as the monster shrunk shorter and shorter before it turned cute bite-size, no longer terrifying.

They all walked up to it as it looked up at the students, jumping into Ivan's arms.

"That's the same button I gave to Mylène!" Ivan gasped.

"That's where the Akuma is!" Ladybug exclaimed, taking the pin as she did her thing, breaking the pin. " No more evil-doing for you, little Akuma. Time to de-evilize!" She let it go as it turned into a pretty white butterfly. "Bye-bye, little butterfly." She threw the strings to the air. "Miraculous Ladybug!"

The energy from her power goes around, getting rid of the slime and shifting everything back to normal as the monster turned back into Mylène.

"Pound it!" the three of us exclaimed, fist-bumping before deadpanning as Nino, who surprisingly still was recording came up to us.

"Awesome." He muttered.

***

The movie playing ended with Mylène and Ivan kiss as Nino wore a confident grin, sure he had it in the bag.

"Well, Mr. Mayor. What do you think?"

*** {Third POV} ***

"We didn't make the cut!" Nino complained to the rest. "He said the monster was a horrible replica! Completely unbelievable! No joke!"

"Don't worry, Bud." Adrian placed the hand he wasn't holding Y/n's hand on his shoulder. "This is how all good movie directors start out."

"Learn from mistakes right?" I pitched in.

"Yeah, even if that final wasn't quite what we thought it would be." Alya said, giving Marinette a side glance, the girl was too distracted at looking horrifedly at the intertwined hands of the two models.

"H-hey, anything going on between you two?" Marinette nervously laughed.

"Yeah." Alya thought about the day. "You two have been awfully closer lately."

"We're uh.. Dating?" Adrian got flustered, looking away with a shy smile, neither noticing the heartbroken look on Marinette

"No. Way. Since when?!"

"Around a week ago?" Y/n thought about it.

"I have to go." Marinette ran off, Alya following after.

"I wonder where they're going in a rush?"

"Who knows." Nino shrugged. "But dude, why didn't you tell me? I thought were best buds?"

"It didn't come up."

"What got you to suddenly into each other?" the two looked at each other, chuckling.

"It's a long story,"

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falling // jeong yunho

SYNOPSIS: After experiencing countless messy break ups, Yunho can't seem to find himself to love and to be loved once again. Not until he met y/n who’s as broken as him. Sharing their stories, Yunho found out that they’re almost the same but their difference is Yunho can help himself be whole again after being shattered into pieces. But y/n? Well, maybe God has plans as to why they met each other.

PAIRING: Yunho x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff, angst

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

SONG RECOMMENDATION: falling by harry styles

WARNINGS: mentions of drinking, cheating, cursing, verbal fighting, emotional breakdowns, toxic relationships, self doubts, unhealthy way of coping up with heartbreaks

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! This is my first work for the tag, hehe. I also have another work drafted but it's quite long so I decided to post a /shorter/ one first to test the waters since I'm too shy sharing my works because I know I'm not that great of a writer ssjdjsjk. Some character names are also made by me and doesn't exist in real life. I'm so sorry for grammatical errors as well! English is not my first language >.< Feedbacks are welcome and accepted, enjoy!

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Silently sitting at the couch of a friend’s party, Yunho chugged down his 3rd bottle of beer for the night. Just today, his fourth girlfriend decided to break up with him through text, saying their usual “it’s not you, it’s me” line that he is tired of hearing.

As much as it’s supposed to sound reassuring, he can’t help but think that maybe there really is something wrong with him as a boyfriend. Does he not spare them enough time and attention? Does he spend way too much time with his friends? Does he always stay up late all the damn time, playing his god forsaken video games and occasionally forgetting to text his past significant others back unintentionally?

He really can’t answer his own questions but he knows.. he fucking knows that he’s nothing but a good, loyal boyfriend to those who he used to date. But why do they always leave him?

He felt someone nudged on his knee, cutting him off of his thoughts. Looking at that person, he saw Mingi with eyes full of concern. “Dude, we’ve been looking for you for the past five minutes already then I see you sitting on the couch, glaring at everyone. What’s wrong?”

San was the first one to notice their arrival and smiled the brightest smile he can muster while clapping his hands. He looks like he’s not yet drunk.

“There’s our Yunho!” He exclaimed which gained the others attention, some even greeting him with enthusiasm as they went back to playing. He silently sat beside Wooyoung who looked at him full of curiosity. Usually when they party, he’s one of those causing chaos but due to how he’s acting now, Wooyoung must’ve sensed that there’s something wrong.

He put his arm over Yunho’s shoulder and shook him slightly, “What’s bothering you, bud?”

That single, simple sentence seems to break all the emotions and questions that Yunho’s been keeping to himself as he felt his eyes get teary and he asked, “Is there something wrong with me?”

The chaos surrounding him suddenly became calm as the rest of his friends circled him. No one spoke and the silence was unbearable until Hongjoong decided to break it.

“Yunho, what happened?”

He took a deep shaky breath, “Eunhae broke up with me.”

A scoff was heard and everyone looked at Yeosang, “See what I told you? This is what you get for not listening, Yunho.” He said as Yunho stared at him with a hardened expression.

Hongjoong, who’s trying to do damage control, decided to peel Yeosang away from their circle but the younger broke free, “Yeosang, now’s not the time–”

“Now’s not the time to what, Hongjoong?” Yeosang spit out with so much hatred, making Hongjoong look away. The younger man proceeds to walk and stand in front of Yunho, gripping both of his arms tightly, “Jeong Yunho, what did I tell you? She’s not good for you, she’s–”

“Gonna break your heart and leave you broken like the rest of them did. I know, Yeosang. I know.” Yunho cut him off, voice full of regret, “I should’ve listened to you.” He said, this time, with a small voice.

Yeosang just rolled his eyes and pulled Yunho in a hug with his head on his chest, steadied by the smaller’s hand. The action caught him off guard and all of a sudden, the only thing he could feel and hear is his sobs breaking free from his mouth, tears falling down from his eyes as his body trembles in brokenness.

The whole pool house was silent and the only thing that’s audible is the ongoing party happening outside. His friends let him cry until he’s too tired and broken to let anything out. Wiping his eyes, he giggled tiredly, “I’m a fucking fool. I don’t want to love anymore. I just want to be loved the way I deserve.”

No one spoke but his friends’ hearts broke at what he said. Yunho is loved by everyone but he’s just too engrossed in giving away his heart to someone that he didn’t notice it.

Wooyoung removed the hair from his eyes and whispered, “Let’s get you home, buddy, so you can rest. You consumed enough alcohol.”

“I’m not fucking drunk, I want to drink more!” He tries to argue, making Seonghwa speak up, “You may not be drunk but you’re tired and have alcohol in your system. That’s not healthy. You know that drinking is not the healthiest way to cope up with heartbreak, Yunho.”

“Let me be!” He shouted as he tried to pry off Wooyoung’s grasp on him as he tried to stand up to get more alcohol.

“No I won’t let you be!” Seonghwa argued back, pushing him down to where he’s seated, the tension coming back again, “You’re broken enough and if you drink more you’ll be nothing but an unrepairable mess and I don’t want that. We don’t want that to happen.”

Sinking the older’s words in, Yunho has no choice but to agree. Seonghwa’s right, damn, he is always right. He decided to silently follow Wooyoung to his car and the drive back home was silent. No one spoke until they arrived at his condominium.

“Take care of yourself, Yunho.” Wooyoung said, “We care for you. We love you, always remember that. I know it’s tiring but we’re always here to help you be whole again.” After saying those words, he decided to drive away and go back to Jongho’s house.

Entering his apartment, he didn’t bother to turn on the lights and decided to do his night routine and lay down in his bed as he looked at the view of the city on his window, thinking about Wooyoung’s words. It helped bring a slight smile on his face as he decided to let himself slip off to dreamland.

—

The next day, Yunho decided to visit his favorite coffee shop to grab his usual favorite treats for the morning to start it well instead of moping around because he got his heart broken.

Arriving at the cafe, he was greeted by the Mrs. Kim, the lady who owns and baked the treats in this coffee shop, “Good morning sweetheart! Do you want the usual?”

“Good morning Mrs. Kim! I think I’ll grab a hot chocolate instead of cold, this time.” He replied with a kind smile as he watched Mrs. Kim fusses over the cashier (who’s her daughter) to punch his orders. Haru smiled at him when she gave him his receipt but leaned forward, gesturing Yunho to do the same.

“You see that girl over there?” She asked, pointing at the girl in the corner, “She entered earlier looking sad and all. You think you can cheer her up?”

Yunho rolled his eyes, “I’m not a clown, Haru. Also, I can’t even bring myself to cheer up when I just went through a break up myself.”

Haru was taken aback by his response then she rolled her eyes, “But you don’t look broken unlike her! You look completely fine.” She pouted and gestured to the girl again, “She looked like she’ll pass out due to sadness.”

Yunho just let out a sigh, “What do I get in return?”

“Two extra cinnamon rolls under my tab.” She said and winked at him. Yunho held his hand out and she took it to seal their deal. “Good luck, Yunho!” She singsongs and Yunho just rolled his eyes.

Approaching her table, Yunho decided to tap the girl on her shoulder and she thankfully looked up but didn’t speak. The curiosity in her eyes though, was enough to voice out her question of “who are you and what are you doing here?”

Scratching the back of his head, Yunho smiled shyly, “Hi, I’m uh, Yunho. I’m alone and have no company. Is there anyone seated there?” He asked, pointing at the empty seat in front of her.

“There used to be someone seated here but they left me.” She said in a quiet voice enough for Yunho to hear but didn’t comment on it then she proceeded to answer him while shaking her head, “No one’s seated there.”

“I hope you don’t mind if I.. sit here?” He asked cautiously, “But it’s okay if you don’t want me too! I’ll just look for an empty space.”

Y/n decided to look around and noticed that the coffee shop is a bit packed. Feeling guilt immediately eating her up just in case she rejects him, she answered, “You can sit here, it’s okay.”

Without saying any more words, Yunho sat down in front of her. They were silent for a while until Yunho spoke up, “You know, me and my friend noticed that you’re actually not well.”

“Your friend?” She asked, thinking if this guy was playing with her, that he’s with someone else even if he told her no, just like what he did with her. “You’re with someone yet you told me that–”

Her sentence was cut off by a giggle from Yunho, “The cashier is the friend I’m talking about.” He clarified and she can feel the heat of shame spreading through her cheeks.

And after that, silence was there again.

No one really spoke until Yunho’s order arrived. He was munching happily on his cinnamon roll and took a sip of his hot.. coffee? Chocolate? When he looked at her and said, “You know I heard you when you said that there’s someone seated here before. Where are they?”

Y/n looked at him with an unpredictable look and that’s when Yunho realized that it must be a sensitive topic. Immediately waving his hands that are holding the utensils, he added, “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it! I’m just a mere stranger, I know.”

The look of panic on his face made y/n smile a bit as he resembled a puppy that got caught doing something wrong. She picked on the loose thread of her sweater when she decided to speak up, “You know, it’s my dream to rant to a stranger because I’m certain that we won’t meet again and I think that time is now, though I’m not sure about the not meeting you again part. I’m y/n, by the way.”

A soft smile flashed through Yunho’s features as he understood what she meant, “You can speak whenever you’re ready.”

She let out a deep sigh and started, “You know the feeling when someone you gave your all just decided to fuck you up emotionally?” She asked and laughed humorlessly, “That’s what he did to me. I won’t be saying his name, I hope you don’t mind.” She added as she wiped her tired-looking eyes.

Yunho nodded silently and gestured to her to continue, “I’ve been living with my boyfriend, well, ex boyfriend for six months now. We’ve been together for a year and a half after I met him at my best friend’s party. We were happy, really. After dating each other for a year, he decided to move in at my apartment unit.”

“The first three months were full of legitimate happiness. There were times where we just laze around, play with each other and sometimes do some random things. I thought it’ll stay that way but I was wrong. Somewhere around April, he started to be distant towards me. I was trying to reach him out but he just kept on pushing me away.” She paused for a while and wiped the tear that fell from her eye.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, she continued, “I thought he was just stressed with college and all but no. Somewhere mid-April, I was waiting for him to come home late at night then he went home drunk. Really really drunk. We had our fair share of parties but that’s the first time I saw him like that and he didn’t tell me that he’s going to a party as well. I mean, I wouldn’t stop him but asking for permission could’ve been nice.”

“We started screaming at each other that time and it was the first ever huge fight we had. He left my apartment that very same day and I don’t know where he went. He went home in the morning and apologized to me then of course I accepted it. Those things just continued until recently, he said something that I really won’t forget which is also the very same reason why I broke up with him.”

“He was drunk that time again when he shamelessly and proudly confessed to me that he’s been seeing my best friend and that she’s the better girlfriend than me. I mean, I’m okay with breaking up with a lying, cheating asshole but my problem is I gave up everything for him. He’s my first love and she’s my only friend who didn’t leave my side. Now I have no idea on how to bring back my life from before.” Tears were now falling down her face nonstop as she tried to wipe it off her face but the waterfall from her eyes showed no sign of stopping. Yunho frantically pulled his handkerchief on his pocket and offered it to her which she gladly accepted.

“We’re stopping here, okay? I don’t want you to faint due to crying.” Yunho said as he fidgeted with his fingers and she sobbed quietly. This girl is the same as him. Broken, left alone, not appreciated. But their difference is that he has everything she doesn’t have and can do anything she can’t. He has friends to help him fix himself and welcome him with open arms when he’s too overwhelmed with sadness and that made him realize of how fucking lucky he is.

Until now here he is, conversing with a very broken girl and thinking of a crazy thing that he never thought he’ll be doing.

Silently grabbing y/n’s trembling hands into his he smiled, “Let me help you.”

She was taken aback by what he said and before she can react, Yunho explained his intentions, “We’re both broken, my girlfriend just broke up with me yesterday but that doesn’t fucking matter. Between the two of us, I can completely keep myself going. I still have friends who can help me when I’m in my most vulnerable state but you.. your only friend betrayed you and I just realized that maybe this is the time someone needs me.”

Too stunned to speak, y/n just clasped Yunho’s hands tighter, “Yunho..”

“Y/n, you don't have to say anything but please reconsider my intention. I want to help you.”

A set of fresh tears fell down from her eyes as she looked at him. This time, with a smile. The most beautiful smile that Yunho has ever seen because no smile can be compared to a smile of a broken one.

“Thank you, Yunho.” She said in a whisper but enough for the both of them to hear.

He softly patted her hand and answered in return, “Now’s not the time to say that. Thank me when you’re whole and fixed again. Deal?”

A laugh bubbled out of y/n as she agreed, “Deal.”

Six months later…

Laying down on his bed with his eyes closed, Yunho couldn’t help but think through the sudden turn of events in his life. His mind immediately flew through the memory of the day he first met y/n.

Weeks after their encounter, it was quite hard to reach out to her despite knowing her side of the story. They agreed to meet everyday at the same spot in the same cafe and just talk about their own feelings. Y/n had a hard time letting her emotions out during those times as she really won’t be able to speak without crying and Yunho has to offer his handkerchief all the time since she always seems to forget to bring hers all the time.

Right after that, a month passed by quickly and she started to smile and laugh more. She also met the boys who welcomed her into their circle with open arms but at the same time, she has her guards up just in case things go wrong. The boys never failed to notice it but they chose not to comment on it. She immediately warmed up to San and Wooyoung and they’re labeled as the chaotic trio in their circle. Y/n felt herself getting happier.

In the second month, however, despite having enough friends, she still finds herself going back and forth to the past. There are times where she had her emotional episodes and she’s just thankful that Yunho’s been there for her always. She spent most of her time staying over Yunho’s place than she spent in her own place, telling each other stories that the other doesn’t know and just laughing her sadness away.

And in the last week of the second month, y/n decided to move over the empty condominium space beside Yunho’s as she reasoned out that she can’t stand the memories made in that apartment so she decided to move out. As Yunho helped her unpack with a fair share of giggles and laughter, that’s when Yunho realized that he’s healed.

In the last month of the year, which marks the fifth month after they met, Y/n seemed to go back to her normal self and Yunho saw her as a very giggly and carefree person. Yes, there were times where she remembers her ex boyfriend but instead of wallowing in sadness like she used to do, she started making fun of that memory that left her very broken before. The first time they spent Christmas together was when Yunho realized, he’s in love.

He’s falling for her and he’s scared.

He’s scared that the same thing will happen to him all over again. That after making her happy, she’ll leave him like how they did with him. Cancelling all his plans the day after that, he decided to voice out his concerns to Yeosang.

“Sang, I’m scared.” The first thing he blurted out with panicked eyes by the time Yeosang opened his apartment door.

His friend guided him to his couch and patted him in the back, “What happened, Yunho?”

“I..” he let out a deep sigh and he felt tears pooling in his eyes, “I’m falling for y/n, Sangie.”

A breath of relief rushed out of Yeosang’s mouth and he smiled warmly, “What’s so scary about that?”

“I.. I don’t know. Maybe she’s going to leave me like all of them did. Maybe I’ll get broken again but this time I won’t be able to pick myself up and–”

“Yunho, it’s not love if it doesn’t hurt.”

Yunho was dumbfounded by his friend’s words; he opened his mouth only to find himself closing it once again, making him look like a fish gasping for air.

Yeosang stared at him intently as he took a hold in Yunho’s hand, “Yunho, listen to me. Y/n, she’s thankful for you. Though I don’t know what really happened to her the day you met but I can tell that you helped her.”

“I assure you, y/n’s not the type to leave the only person she’s relying on. She’s too grateful to do that, used to be too broken to think of that. She’s not the type to put herself in the same situation that I’m assuming other people used to put her in. And I get it, you’re scared but Yunho, the happiness she gave you is not describable by words. It’s not just me who noticed it but the other boys as well. She’s different, one of a kind.”

“Give it a try and maybe she’s the right person for you.” Yeosang said as he put finality in his words, drowning Yunho in realization.

“Yeosang..”

“I know, you’re welcome. Now go home and fix yourself. I know you had fun staying up with her yesterday.” His friend pushed him out of his apartment door and before he completely left the place Yeosang called him out once again, “If things go wrong, we’ll always be here for you.”

And that made Yunho’s heart swell in happiness.

Except, when he saw her again, Yunho just chickened out and decided to avoid her like a plague and y/n is not dumb enough to not notice it.

January is their sixth month together and it’s also been a few weeks now since Yunho started avoiding her. It made her sad to the point that she ranted to Wooyoung and San on their separate group chat on how Yunho’s not talking to her and how it frustrates her.

Y/n, unlike Yunho, is aware of the feelings that bubbled up in her heart. The way she felt the butterflies on her stomach two months ago when she heard Yunho sing for the first time and she blatantly told herself that yep, she’s in love with her golden retriever-looking friend. She immediately told San and Wooyoung about it as the two boys called her suddenly and started squealing like high school girls in the duration of their call.

She thought that everything was going fine and she kept her secret well not until Yunho started avoiding her after they all spent the New Year’s Eve together. She started to get worried, thinking if she did something wrong.

Deciding that instead of wallowing in her own overthinking tendencies, y/n went to Yunho’s apartment and didn’t bother knocking as she punched his too familiar code at the door. It’s in the middle of the afternoon and she figured that maybe he’s still at his bedroom after experiencing one of a hell week because college already started again.

Opening his bedroom door silently, y/n saw Yunho laying down on his bed with his head turned to the side of the window. Eyes obviously blank and void of emotions. She silently made her way to his bed and jumped on it and shouted, “Yunho!”

“Jesus, you scared me!” Yunho exclaimed as his arms wrapped around y/n’s torso with his eyes wide, “What are you doing here?”

She laid on her stomach and giggled as she removed the hair covering her eyes, “I came to visit you.” She replied with a pout and she spoke once again, “You’ve been ignoring me since the year started, I miss you.”

Yunho stared at her incredulously and he tucked her hair behind her ears, noticing the blush spreading through her cheeks, “I’m sorry, I just have a lot of things in mind.”

She let out a huff making Yunho raise and eyebrow at her and she smiled, “I’ll listen to you this time.”

“Y/n–”

“Come on, Yunho. You helped me a lot so now it’s my time to repay you. Maybe talking can help you get your mind out of the gutter.”

Yunho just laid there silently once again thinking through things that can possibly happen. If he tells her, their friendship might either end immediately or she reciprocates his feelings for her. But then, he can hear Yeosang speaking in his mind.

Give it a try.

He watches as she fidgets with his fingers that are laying in his stomach. He stared at her eyes and it reflected the night sky filled with stars even if it’s the middle of the day. He let out a sigh making y/n look at him and giggle, “That’s a deep–”

“I like you.”

Y/n was dumbfounded for a while as she stared at Yunho with her mouth open making the latter laugh and guide his hand under her chin to close it. She stared at him still and it’s been a minute that passed by when he confessed and Yunho couldn’t help but feel nervous so he added, “I-I understand if you don’t like me back it’s just that–”

“Idiot.” She suddenly blurted out, as she sat down beside him from her lying position, cutting his words. Yunho looked at her confused, “Huh?”

“You’ve been avoiding me because you like me? What are you trying to do? Damage control?”

“Well, yes–”

“That’s dumb, Yunho.” She said as a matter of factly and Yunho’s eyebrows were knitted, “Look if you’re just going to roast me–”

“I like you too, you fucking dumbo. Are you going to kick me out?” Her words sounded confident which made Yunho stare at her in wonder. They were silent for a while and it’s enough time for Yunho to help his mind process her words.

Giggling as he did so, y/n looked at him confused, “Why are you giggling?”

“Come here.” He said as he pulled her beside him, y/n’a face tucked in his neck, “I really like you.” He said once again then chose to proceed, “I was scared that you’ll leave me like they did if I told you.”

She hummed, “I really really really like you too. I know when we first met that I was broken but that didn’t make me afraid to love. I won’t leave you like they did.”

Yunho smiled through her hair and dropped a kiss on the crown of her head, “Let me take you out on a date?”

“We still have some time today. We can go to Mrs. Kim’s coffee shop. We can visit an arcade then eat dinner out? Maybe do a little bit of shopping?” She suggested as she looked up and their gazes met. He smiled softly at her and hummed, “Sounds like a plan.”

“For now cuddle me here in your bed.” She said in a cute demanding voice causing a laugh to bubble out of Yunho’s mouth.

“Whatever my princess wants then she gets.”

She let out a squeal and squeezed herself tighter into him as if they weren’t too close enough yet. She thought about the first time she met the light of her life and remembered a very important thing they agreed on.

“Yunho?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Thank you.” He looked down at her and booped their noses together as they cuddled in the warmth of Yunho’s bed. Yunho, smiling like an idiotic fool, immediately knows the true meaning behind her gratitude because he feels the same, he’s thankful he met her that day.

Maybe Yeosang is right as well, she may really be the right person for him, and for the first time in years, this is the only relationship Yunho had that made him feel so happy and content.

thank you for reading!

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hornsandthings · 5 years ago

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Can you do Cassian as a mate head cannons? Thank you xxx

hi! i struggled a bit w/ cassian’s character, but i wanted to fulfil a request within a reasonable timeframe for once hehe! kept it a bit vague but added some story too. i hope you like it and thank you for requesting! x

headcanons: cassian as a mate (ACoTaR)

you were a surprise. when his scouts had called him to come investigate something odd, he had expected another strange yet concerning scene involving those wretched creatures slowly encroaching upon prythian. however, it was you who he’d found on the southern borders of the court, wide-eyed and shivering in some frost-lined cave. it was so ridiculously unbelievable that cassian barked an incredulous laugh in the silence that followed, unable to take his eyes from you. there was nothing funny about it, however - you had found yourself in a place where no human should be.

he didn’t know what to do with you - he hadn’t met many humans outside the archeron family. even so, you seemed different: wilder, perhaps even savage. the way you were looking at him made him uneasy: with reverential fear, with awe, with unabashed curiosity. how ironic - he was usually the one to intimidate, not the other way around. cassian couldn’t get anything out of you - all you did was stare, either ignoring or not comprehending his questions. he was considering sending someone for feyre, but it was then when you reached out a hand to him. something about the scene - you on your knees, looking so weathered yet such… hope in your eyes - clutched at his heart, and so he grasped your dirty, shaking, ice-cold hand, not knowing for quite some time the true importance of the moment.

your presence elicit conflict within the inner circle; there had been hot and loud debate on whether to send you back, especially after nesta had identified you as one of those rotten children of the blessed. a group of misguided humans, thinking fae akin to gods. upon learning that, cassian could now make sense of your strange behaviour. it made him uncomfortable, to say the least - his life was of no more or less value than yours, yet he knew there were some fae out there who would take advantage of the power imbalance. when he turned to look back at you, he found you already staring, and he’d never forget the first words out of your mouth: “please, don’t do that. i’ve come a long way. something told me i’d find safety here.”

eventually you were granted refuge at the house of wind. you were quiet about your past, becoming reserved and offering nothing but vague responses to the inner circle’s questions. at first cassian had suspected mistrust, but he soon came to realise that you couldn’t offer any information because perhaps you weren’t able to confront it yet. you seemed to have latched onto him, often keeping him company when he was at the house - something that became more frequent over time. your curiosity was loud and genuine, bombarding him with all kinds of questions ranging from thoughtful to inane. sometimes it was annoying, but sometimes it was endearing, too.

when he finally found out about the mating bond, there was no elation, no relief. cassian had been so sure that nesta was the one, felt it in his bones despite the conflict which always plagued their relationship. and yet, to have a human mate… it was a special kind of sweet sorrow. he finally broke down in azriel’s arms one night, unable to bear it any longer. “this wasn’t supposed to happen,” cassian had croaked, knowing the chances were near impossible. the thing that fate had given him, had intended to be his life-long constant, was doomed to only be a fleeting thing. azriel had held him, quiet and thoughtful as always, pulling him back from the edge with his words: that doesn’t mean it’s wrong.

the realisation had made him want to become distant - just the thought of you brought heartache. he had hoped that if he kept to the training decks and avoided the inner house, the others’ presence would keep you at bay. within days, however, you had walked right through the milieu of clashing swords and moving bodies, grasping his shoulder and saying: “you finally know.” cassian would never admit it aloud, but your severity frightened him, and your prior knowledge shamed him. he searched your eyes and found that he couldn’t ignore this. he didn’t have the luxury of it, which he had thought he’d have with nesta. there would be no miraculous transformations this time.

it took time - limited, precious time - but cassian did fall in love with you, bit by bit. at unexpected moments, you’d reveal a tidbit about your journey across prythian, and he’d gently coax some elaboration. first came all the wonders you’d witnessed: the bright landscapes, the creatures, the flowers. sometimes you’d touch upon the dangers, and your sheer constitution never failed to impress him - he even became proud of you. the most mesmerising was your faith: it was the mating bond which had guided you here, something which you never should have noticed in the first place as a human. it humbled him, to know that you risked everything to make it here. “thank you,” he once said to you in a quieter moment. “you came all this way to find me. thank you.”

while he was somewhat relieved by the fact you had gained both weight and colour since your arrival, cassian found it hard to overlook the many dangers a fae court posed to a human. velaris was safer than most - if not all - cities, but who knows which illnesses could befall a human and spare a fae. he couldn’t help but worry when you were out alone, or when even a seemingly normal cold kept you down for a few days. during those periods, he’d stay at your side despite your - and the healers’ - reassurances, loathe to give up even a single minute. you two had already lost so much time; oh, how he had wished he had found you earlier. you’d hold his hand, comforting him rather than him comforting you. “i promise i’ll be alright,” you’d murmur, carding your fingers through his hair. he’d find comfort in your soft breaths, in your warm skin.

rhys had eventually caught on, and urged cassian to live in the moment. “you’re grieving her before she’s gone,” rhys had said, a sad and understanding smile on his face. “she deserves your utmost attention instead.”

one night he watched you closely as you sat on his lap, tracing the faded scars on his wings. you hadn’t yet asked, and quite frankly, cassian wasn’t going to bring it up unprompted. your touch was soothing, however, light and loving. “i’ve got scars there, too,” you murmured, making cassian frown and grip your hips. he shifted until he could catch your eye.

“on your back?” he clarified, taking care to be mindful. you nodded, slowly shrugging off the nightclothes. it was unconventional, the way you showed him - coming close and hugging him tight, letting him see the long, raised lines on your back as he looked over your shoulder. the sound he’d made was involuntary - a mix between a growl and a gasp. he pulled you even tighter against him, big and gentle hands caressing your back. again he was reminded of human fragility, but also human strength. your strength. you nosed along his neck, pressing a kiss there to reassure him that you were fine.

cassian made a vow then, cupping the side of your face. his voice was not as solid as usual, but the same conviction was still there. “i’m just a man, my heart. i’m not as powerful as you think me to be, or as noble. mother above, i’m bastard born. i don’t deserve half the praise you afford me. but i do love you, with every fibre of my being. i promise you’re safe here, and you’re safe with me. i love you so much, now and--” he faltered, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “i’ll always love you.”

all you did was smile and nod, giving him a sweet kiss. it took effort to not break down with all the worries that crowded his heart, but cassian forced a deep breath and kissed you again, and again, and again. you had become so very important to him so very quickly that sometimes it felt like whiplash, but you were worth it all.

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jisungsmochi · 5 years ago

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not my boyfriend - na jaemin

sort of based off the ariana grande song ‘boyfriend, but also sorta based off this post soo yah.

summary: it was just harmless fun, until feelings got involved and emotions were in whirl wind. but he wasn’t your boyfriend, despite how badly you wanted him to be. you wanted to cherish moments in life, but na jaemin challenged the nature of these moments.

lots of mentions of making out (i’m an innocent baby so no suggestive stuff hehe) some angst, ALOT OF FLUFF WOOO

words: 6.5k (oh she long long i’m so sorry its probably poorly written and there’s probably some mistakes woops)

p.s: please feel free to send in requests because i honestly can’t think of many ideas hehe. now enjoy this imagine!!

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it was one stupid mistake. a mistake that led to one of the most confusing situations of your life. a harmless game of seven minutes in heaven, at lee jeno’s 18th birthday party, involved you, and acquaintance, na jaemin, making out for four of those minutes.

once the bottle head landed towards you, your eyes widened in shock. not because you didn’t want to play the game, but because of who had spun the bottle. jaemin smirked, his eyes landing on you.

“shall we?, i mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to” he shrugged, playing it off.

“of course she has to! it’s no fun if she backs out of it!” haechan grumbled, everyone ignoring his comment due to his drunk demeanour.

you rolled your eyes at the drunk boy, slightly shoving him so that he fell to his side. you stood up, jaemin following your actions as you both moved to the closet under jeno’s staircase.

once you both had situated yourselves in the closet, you decided to start small talk.

“pretty romantic huh?” you joked, watching as he fiddled with the sleeves of his denim jacket.

“uh yeah i guess” he furrowed his eyebrows at you, not breaking eye contact.

“so are we actually going to do this?” you didn’t mean to come off as nervous, but how could you not?

na jaemin was arguably one of the most popular boys in the grade, and you were locked in this closet, with six minutes left on the clock.

you two used to be friends, of some sort during primary school, but drifted due to difference in cliques. you both silently had each other’s backs, always waving or just smiling at eachother in the hallways. but this was all new to you. so what if you kissed him? would things even change?

“we don’t have much time, i’m just going to kiss you, and you can choose to continue, alright?” jaemin stepped closer to you, supporting your sides as your back leaned against the wall. you didn’t know where this sudden burst of confidence came from but your heart beat wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. you nodded slowly, his hands reached to cup the side of your face. his lips lingering slightly, before flashing you another smirk and pressing your lips together. your hands instinctively reached for his shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze, before he pulled away abruptly.

you needed a moment to process what just had happened mere seconds ago. you wanted to kiss him again, the remaining 5 minutes wasn’t enough. you pulled his shoulders closer, his lips landing on your again, as you continued what he had started. it was messy, but it felt good, you couldn’t deny it. his hands roamed your sides as you played with his hair. you didn’t want it to stop.

a knock on the door interrupted you two,

“1 minute to go!”

you both pulled away, trying to regain some sense of what had just occurred.

“i uh, that was, really good” you muttered, wiping at the sides of your mouth.

“yeah it was, i would like to do it again sometime” he spoke barely above a whisper.

“wait what? do you like me or something?” god you felt so stupid, after his reply.

“uh no, but i like the way you kiss me. it’s kinda hot. if you ever want to do it again, just hit me up. kinda like friends with benefits, but not with the actual sexual acts” he came closer to you, his hand stroking your hair softly.

his proposition went against all of your morals as a person. why would you make out with someone you aren’t dating? it was so bizarre. you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

“so what you’re saying is that, we can make out and stuff but we aren’t going to be boyfriend and girlfriend?” you needed to clarify, incase this was some weird prank.

“yeah pretty much, i think you’re cute and all but i’m just not into that whole dating thing.” he shrugged before continuing “how about this, meet me at the back gates after school on tuesday, if you have thought it over and agree”

you bit your lip consciously. he was giving you a choice.

“and times up!!” jeno opened the door, eyes landing on the awkward position of you leaning against the wall with jaemin folding his arms and smirking.

“think about it, i kinda hope you say yes” jaemin turned to you before shooting you a smile and walking to join the rest of the group. he left you struck with confusion.

what has he done?

later that night when you were in bed, your mind drifted to that moment. the more you thought about it, you realised that jaemin hasn’t actually been in a serious relationship. he did have one last year but, it was clearly one sided, leaving the poor girl in shattered pieces. jaemin wasn’t completely heartless, from what you were aware of, he was just unable to commit to anything really. he wasn’t a bad person, at least, you truly hoped he wasn’t. if you were to agree to his bizarre proposition, how would that reflect you as a person? you continued to think to yourself, what if people found out? would that affect both of your reputations? and the final question that kept occurring, would you end up falling for him?

you still weren’t sure if this was a risk you were willing to take. so on the next monday, the day before you were to tell him if you had agreed, you tried to approach him, to test the extent of your classmate relationship. he was standing alone, leaning against a wall outside of a classroom. you debated whether or not to approach him, or just walk past smoothly and see if he approached you instead. you decided to go with the first option as the second seemed to be a bit of a stretch.

“hey! jaemin” you smiled at him widely, watching as he looked up from his phone and slid it into his jacket pocket.

“oh hey y/n, how are you?” he politely spoke, crossing his arms while shooting you a small grin.

“i’m good, uh are you waiting for someone?” you leaned over his shoulder to see inside the classroom.

“ah yeah, jeno is asking some questions and is taking longer than expected. at this rate he may as well just stay there for the whole lunch break” jaemin rolled his eyes.

you nodded, unsure of how to continue. you really didn’t think this through that well.

“not to be rude, but why are you talking to me right now? i mean, we haven’t spoken to eachother at school since like, the eighth grade” he chuckled softly, causing you to become speechless. how were you meant to say that you wanted to bait him into talking to you before you confirmed your crazy decision to agree to being his secret kissing buddy?

“oh yeah i know, i just uh, since the party and everything i thought we should just start talking again. if that’s okay with you” you avoided giving him eye contact, opting to stare at his shoes, which were quite clean with barely any marks.

“that’s okay with me, considering we will be spending a lot of time alone, right?” his words caught you off guard. were you being too obvious? too desperate?

“uhh what do you mean by that?” you played along, feeling the heat in your cheeks rise.

“you know what i mean, the deal still stands. tomorrow. back gates. hope to see you” he winks before, as if on cue, jeno bursts out of the classroom.

“why do we need to use geometry? it’s pointless” he groans before noticing you.

“oh hi y/n! wanna join us for lunch?” he smiled at you softly.

“it’s okay, thank you for the offer, bye guys!” you quickly blurted before turning and walking away swiftly. damn na jaemin and his good charisma. it almost sealed the deal.

the end of school on tuesday, signalled a moment of uneasiness for you. after placing your books into your bag, you made your way through the halls. many students rushing to get home, but you, were debating on where to go. as you trailed to the back exit of the school, your heart was pounding. you didn’t want to regret anything in your life, but this was a massive gamble. it would have been safe to say that when you were kids, you did have a silly crush on jaemin. but that came naturally, almost every girl in your fifth grade class had a crush on him. he was grown now. taller, more reserved, more handsome. you did want to kiss him again. you really did. but was it worth all of this?

jaemin’s figure came in sight, he was tapping away on his phone, probably playing some mobile game. he didn’t notice you initially until you were centimetres away from him.

“you scared me” he jolted back a bit before letting out a soft chuckle. he locked his phone before making eye contact with you.

“i’m assuming you’ve thought it over” he got straight to the point. you clearly weren’t the only one thinking about it.

“yeah, i have. and, i do want to take you up on the offer” you began, feeling anxious on his response. “but not without some concerns!” you avoided looking at him, but still felt his eyes focused on you.

“we can only make out in private, given that you don’t want it to seem we’re in a relationship and all” you began, looking over at him to make sure he was listening. he nodded gently at your words, waiting for you to continue.

“and i guess, just, don’t hurt me. if you don’t want to continue with this, please tell me. i really don’t want to feel used, so also respect my decisions on how this goes as well! because you can’t be the only one who dictates everyt-“

your eyes widened, your posture stiffened as jaemin smashed his lips onto yours. he pulled away instantly, watching as you stared in shock.

“you talk way too much” he mumbled, face still close to yours.

“well, that’s a good way to keep me quiet” you almost whimpered, shocked at how he had so much power over you. yet, you enjoyed every second of it. you decided to kiss him back this time, repeating the exact actions as previously in the closet.

what have you gotten yourself into?

after that day, jaemin started hanging around you at school more. it wasn’t too often that people would suspect you two were a thing, but enough for them to acknowledge that you were friends. you both had haechan as a mutual friend. he was surprised to see both you and jaemin conversing next to your locker.

“yeah honestly i don’t like going to the soccer games but the boys make me go because jeno is playing” jaemin starts ranting to you, causing you to laugh in response.

suddenly haechan approaches, you noticed, rolling your eyes awaiting some sort of teasing from him.

“well what do we have here? jaemin and y/n actually becoming friends?” he lightly joked, shoving both of your shoulders.

“yeah very funny” you groaned before crossing your arms.

“didn’t you know? y/n were hella tight back in the day, right?” jaemin fed off of haechan’s comedic energy, making you softly smile.

“that’s right, i remember when you forgot your swimmers at home at my pool party in the 5th grade so you had to wear your undies” you let out a loud chuckle, causing haechan to also laugh, whilst pointing at jaemin.

to your surprise, jaemin also let out a small chuckle, running a hand through his hair “ah yes, one of my proudest moments, you forgot to mention that your best friend also confessed to me on that day” he retaliated back, damn he was good. haechan also laughed in response to his words,

“you two are hilarious, i’m glad we can all hang out now! y/n, come to jeno soccer game this friday! let jaemin pick you up since you guys are now besties” haechan insisted. you shot your eyes to jaemin.

“yeah sounds good” jaemin complied, resulting in haechan to nod in response before bidding a goodbye and running off to get food.

“i thought you said you didn’t like going to his games?” you turned to jaemin who was fiddling with his sleeves.

“uh yeah, well i mean, maybe it’s time to change. might also give us an excuse to make out”. this would be one of the first times you would make out, outside of school, it was an understatement to say you were looking forward to friday.

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“y/n! someone is here to see you!” your brother, chenle, yelled from the front door. he was slightly pissed off due to being interrupted from his video game. you rushed to the door, bidding a quick goodbye to your brother, telling him that you’ll bring him back a corn dog or something. jaemin smiled at you in awe, but quickly masked it with asking you,

“do you know much about soccer?”

you contemplated for a moment before answering, “i guess the basics, sometimes chenle watches it on tv but he usually watches basketball”

jaemin watches you with every word, not realising you both had reached his car. he shook himself out of his short daze and opened the door for you to enter the passenger side, he wasn’t sure why he did it. usually he would let people just open the door for themselves, but he just wanted to do this for you.

once he entered the car, he looked at you, giving you a small smile before leaning in. your heart was pounding, you knew what was coming. he placed his lips on yours like he had many time before, pulling away after a short five seconds. you smiled into the kiss, pulling him back which made him let out a small giggle that just made your heart flutter.

“hey we can’t get carried away, jeno will be grumpy if we show up late!” jaemin muttered, before starting the car. he always seemed to be the one changing the subject, but you didn’t mind, there would plenty of opportunities for you both to continue.

it was half time of the game, haechan and renjun went to the bathroom and grab some food, leaving you and jaemin alone. it was fairly cold that night, which you didn’t expect, as you wore a large grey hoodie and some shorts. jaemin had placed his jacket into your lap, making you blush.

“come with me” jaemin whispered in your ear, sending a small shiver down your spine. he grabbed your wrist gently, leading you towards the car park. you learn against the back of his car, as he began kissing your cheeks. you softly giggled, interrupting him,

“it’s getting cold, put this back on” you referred to his jacket in which he complied. after putting his jacket on, you grabbed the collar of the jacket and pulled him towards you.

“nice move” he mumbled, not wasting time as he leaned in. your hands were tangled in his hair, his hands placed at the top of your hips, slightly rubbing your sides. your back started to ache due to the pressure of being pressed against the car but you didn’t really care at this moment. your head moved to the right as did he, everything just fit in place. he pulled away momentarily, placing his forehead on yours,

“god you’re so pretty”

your mouth opened, a wave of surprise taking over you. he hadn’t really complimented you before, nonetheless look so deeply into your eyes whilst saying such sweet words.

before you could even have a chance to respond, he pulled you close to him, stroking your hair softly.

“let’s get back, the others might be suspicious” he whispered, letting your arms slowly intertwine, as you walked back to the bleachers. na jaemin was gorgeous. confusing. yet, he was the only person that could have ever made you enjoy this situation.

a few weeks had passed since the soccer game. you and jaemin weren’t talking as much as you had hoped, but there was plenty of kissing involved.

he had began to be more touchy with you, which you didn’t mind at all, but it always led you to believe there was something more, until you were hit with reality.

haechan’s birthday party was coming up soon, and you were pretty excited. you were hoping there would be another game of seven minutes in heaven, only with jaemin. he told you that he would pick you up once again, in which you honestly didn’t have any other choice. you were finishing up putting on your shoes, when jaemin rang your doorbell. you opened the door, rather too quickly, causing the corner to hit your toe. you groaned in pain, causing you to fall forward, resulting in jaemin holding you up.

“i’m so clumsy, sorry” your face flushed a bright red shade, jaemin smirking at your adorable reaction. you closed the door behind you before jaemin wrapped his arm around your shoulders. you couldn’t deny the ecstatic feeling you got when jaemin was affectionate with you in the slightest ways. from simple hand holding, when no one was looking, to small brushes of your elbows, any sort of contact made your heart swoon.

you both arrived at the party, feeling many eyes on you two. jaemin still had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, leading you into haechan’s house which was already a mess. he led you both to the kitchen, where jeno was furiously shoving people away from him in order to grab some water.

“oh there you guys are! i’ve lost haechan, he’s gone wild!” jeno panted, before sipping from the water bottle he tried so hard to obtain.

“ehh he’s probably having the time of his life” jaemin shrugged, moving his hand down to attach to your waist. this caught jeno’s attention, causing him to cough awkwardly.

“i’m gonna go find him, incase he’s throwing up somewhere, have fun you guys” he smiled brightly before rushing off. jaemin pulled you closer to him, his back leaning against the side of the counter with you standing in between his legs. he tangled your fingers together, holding onto them gently.

“why are you suddenly being so soft huh?” you decided to tease.

“i mean, i can stop if you want me to” he retaliated, letting go of your hands dramatically. you laughed at his childish ways, before grabbing his hands again. you placed a small kiss on his knuckles, which made his heart stop. he couldn’t deny the feelings he had for you, but things don’t always go his way. he’d rather have you as just a temporary thing, than someone he had to commit to, putting him at risk of jeopardising the relationship. you stared up at him, watching as he rubbed you surface of your hands so softly. he brought one of his hands to cup your cheek, before leaning in and giving you a soft kiss. you were going to continue, when suddenly haechan came up to you guys, clearly drunk.

“come upstairs, we’re gonna play spin the bottle”

you looked over at jaemin who just raised an eyebrow before guiding you along with him to go upstairs.

to avoid any more suspicions from people at the party on the status of you and jaemin, you both decided to sit at opposite sides of the circle. jeno sat next to you and renjun was on your other side.

haechan span the bottle first, as expected of the birthday boy, landing on the class president, siyeon. it was an unspoken rumour that they had a thing, but never really acted on it, until now. siyeon made her way over to haechan before smashing her lips on his, catching him off guard. everyone just ended up clapping, as they both made their moves.

next it was jaemin’s turn to spin. you were internally praying it would land on you. the bottle span so slowly in your mind, frustrating you as you were curious of the outcome. it finally came to a halt, but to your loss, it landed on nayoung. she wasn’t just any girl. she was the girl who his friends always thought he would end up with. his ideal girl, subjectively. before you and jaemin started your thing, you always saw him and nayoung around school together. rumours always spurred that they were dating but nothing more came from it. so when you were seated there, as jaemin leaned to kiss her. you felt a small fraction of your heart crack. you watched as her arms wrapped around his neck, just like how yours did mere minutes ago. you watched as his continued kissing her as if he couldn’t stop. but then you realised. you two weren’t serious. this whole agreement wasn’t meant to make you feel hurt like this. you weren’t meant to get jealous. you weren’t meant to feel like you were literally going to have an emotional breakdown. but you just couldn’t detach your emotions from the physical affections of na jaemin. and that was your own fault.

jeno noticed how uncomfortable you had gotten, leading him to tap your shoulder. tears glossed over your eyes, you wiped them away quickly before looking at him.

“do you need some air?” he offered, anything would be better than being here right now. you nodded before getting up from the circle, taking one last look at jaemin who was glaring at jeno, who had put his arm around your shoulder.

jeno led you to the front of the house, and sat with you on haechan’s porch swing.

“you don’t have to answer me but are you okay?” he gave you a solemn look.

you hesitated answering, unsure of what his intentions were but you were so distraught, you needed to blow off some steam.

“i’m not sure to be honest. i want to be okay, but everything in there was too much” you tried to be as vague as possible.

“was it nayoung and jaemin?” you heart ached again. why couldn’t it just stop?

you didn’t want to respond, jeno noticed, deciding not to push any further.

“just so you know. jaemin isn’t as horrible as he seemed up there. yes, what he did, was really unfair to you. and yes, we’ve noticed that you two seem to have some kind of thing going on” jeno let it out to you.

“we don’t have a thing” you denied.

“don’t lie to yourself. there is something there. he would never have brought someone to his friend’s party, with his arm slinging around them.”

you didn’t know what to say back to him. jeno just kept looking at you, searching for some type of reaction.

“well it doesn’t look like there will be anything soon. i’m going to end it. it hurts too much” you merely whispered, tears falling at this point. jeno rubbed your shoulder gently, comforting you in the best way he could.

“you’re never going to tell him how you feel?” he pleaded.

“why would i? i don’t want to deal with rejection. can you just take me home?” you sighed in frustration. jeno decided not to talk about it further and drop you off at home, where you ran to your room and sobbed for the rest of the night.

screw na jaemin.

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unfortunately you had contracted the flu due to being out in the cold for that night without a jacket. you subjected to your mum’s warnings as she continually scolded you on always bringing a jacket. chenle chuckled at your scoldings, causing you to throw a pillow at him, eventually missing each time.

“hey you rat, throw the pillow at me again and i won’t buy you any bubble tea when i come back from school” chenle threatened. you rolled your eyes before groaning, “fine that’s fair, and i would like an earl grey milk tea with pearls thank you very much!” you shouted as he was already one foot out the door. you sighed before scrolling through endless posts on instagram. you stumbled on some photos from haechan’s party, many were just drunk teenagers posing in the most awkward positions you had ever seen.

suddenly, your phone started ringing, an unknown number appearing. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before answering.

“hello?” you asked hesitantly.

“hey, is this y/n?” you recognised that voice, it was renjun

“yeah it’s me, what’s up?” you continued, interested in what he had to say.

“there’s something you need to know. since you’re not at school today, you aren’t witnessing the wrath of jaemin. last night after you left, jaemin pretty much beat up jeno, thinking he was trying to hit on you or something. i’m not too sure of the facts. but anyway, jeno is busted up at the moment and jaemin is just treating us guys like trash, can you please tell your boyfriend to come to his senses?” renjun was clearly irritated with the whole situation, as were you. jaemin had never been the violent type in your eyes. sure he presented a ‘dark’ and ‘edgy’ image for himself. but you had never imagined something like this to come from him. also, renjun calling jaemin your boyfriend, had you even more stunned.

“he’s not my boyfriend” you groaned.

“yeah well tell him that, you need to talk to him. i just thought i should tell you so you don’t hear fabricated lies when you come back.” he let out a short sigh at the other end, clearly at a loss for words.

“thank you for telling me, i appreciate it a lot. i’ll talk to jaemin but i can’t guarantee anything” you were being honest. even though jaemin was soft and cuddly around you, didn’t mean he listened to every single one of your concerns. and last night really didn’t help your relationship at all. this was going to be a mission.

when you returned to school, two days after the phone call, jaemin almost immediately walked up to you and pulled you aside. you took a minute to process what had happened.

“uh hi?” it came out more like a question, as you didn’t expect him to even talk to you, especially at school.

“where have you been? you haven’t been at school” he asked you, with a stern tone.

“i had the flu” you shrugged, not sure where this was going.

“why didn’t you message me? i was waiting for you” he slightly pouted , causing you to pout back.

“i’m sorry, we just really need to talk face to face” you admitted. he nodded in return, walking you to his car. you both sat inside of it, memories of that night rushing back to you.

“okay first off, i’m just gonna come clean and tell you that i beat up jeno. i’m not proud of it. i’ve treated the guys like shit because i can’t get myself to apologise. god what’s wrong with me?” he let out, slamming his hands on the dashboard. you remained calm.

“at least you could admit you were at fault. just let the steam cool off before you go and apologise. they don’t deserve to be treated that way. what was it all about anyway?” you hoped he answered truthfully.

“it was about you. i kinda got mad that you and jeno went to talk. i just thought that, he was going to make a move on you or something. and i heard he took you home which just made me even more mad. i don’t know why. i don’t know what came over me” he admitted. he was so vulnerable, so innocent. you didn’t know what to make of it.

“but did you literally forget that you kissed nayoung right in front of me?” you retorted, slightly fed up with his blame on others.

he opened his mouth before closing it again, remaining silent.

“that’s what i thought. jeno was comforting me because i was upset about you kissing her. i know we both said that feelings wouldn’t get involved but quite frankly i can’t help it. every time you hold my hand or kiss me i feel like i’m over the moon. i get so happy when you message me at night to sneak out so we can make out in the back of your car. i get excited when you hold my waist while we walk in public. i like the way you kiss me like there’s no one else in the room. but that night, made me realise how delusional i was. i think we should just end this whole thing. it hasn’t been such a positive experience for the both of us. i’m sorry, jaemin, that i couldn’t detach my emotions from our physical connection. i hope you’re okay with that.” and before he could say anything back, you got out of his car and walked to your first class, tears threatening to spill, but you had to hold it in. why did it have to be like this?

days and weeks went by with no contact from jaemin. you had checked up on jeno to see if he was doing okay, and he assured you that jaemin had apologised to him and his friends. which only left you. you felt selfish for expecting an apology from jaemin. what did he need to apologise for? you were the one who caught feelings, even when he stated he probably wouldn’t reciprocate them. god you felt so stupid.

you noticed that he didn’t attend many of his classes, specifically the ones you shared together. it made you worried, even though you hated to admit it. but you cared for him. and you weren’t stopping anytime soon.

it the the final soccer game of the season. jeno was pumped for it, and invited you to come and watch. you decided to go, just to spend some time with the rest of the boys. you lowkey wanted jaemin to come, but unfortunately he had told jeno he wasn’t going to attend. you felt slightly disheartened, expecting that maybe, just maybe he would come to see you. but that was you trying to believe in something that didn’t exist.

as you watched the game intensely, haechan and renjun were shouting beside you, cheering for jeno. you laughed at their silly chants and funny faces they were making at him. these were the moments you wanted to cherish. you received a notification at the moment, taking out your phone:

jaemin: meet me in the car park, i’m standing outside of my car. i need to tell you something

you stared at your screen intently, unsure of what to do next. they two boys noticed, worried due to your expression.

“what’s wrong?” renjun asks.

“jaemin wants to talk, he’s here right now” you told them, they looked at eachother then back at you.

“you should talk to him” haechan suggested, renjun nodding along

“yeah what’s the worse that could happen” they both shrugged.

you sort of agreed before getting up and saying goodbye to them. you made your way to the car park, heart pounding out of your chest. jaemin came into view, he leaned against his car. his hair was parted to the right, his skin was illuminating under the lamp post, his jacket draped over his shoulders effortlessly. gosh he was stunning. but he wasn’t yours.

“hey” you approached him quietly.

“oh hey” he almost seemed shocked to see you in front of him. it would have been almost three weeks since you had properly spoken.

“what did you want to talk about?” you stepped closer to him, wanting him to hold you in this cold weather, but you were sadly disappointed when he shot you a confused look.

“i think i just need to be honest with you” he sighed, accepting defeat in the battle of his emotions.

“i had a crush on you when we were in primary. you were the only girl that was ballsy enough to invite me to her birthday party, which just made me so happy that, wow, this little girl had some confidence!” he smiled so widely, it made your knees weak.

“i knew i wanted to be friends with you for the longest time. and we did, but then life just got in the way and we never really got to be close. i had always admired you from afar, that sounds so creepy but uh, i just would always pay attention to you in class. and whenever someone spoke badly about you, i was always on their case. i don’t know if it was out of annoyance or the fact that i may have still had a silly crush on you. but there was just something about you that i just wanted to get to know.” at this point he couldn’t look you in the eyes.

“nayoung was just a distraction for me. i sound like such a dick for putting it that way but i just wanted to get her to help me stop thinking about you. i was so cold to you, prior to jeno’s party. when we got chosen to go in the closet i just went out on a whim and hoped that i would be able to kiss you at least once in my lifetime, even if it was in a stuffy closet” you both laughed, you stepped closer to jaemin, making him look you in the eyes.

“and when you agreed to kiss me whenever i wanted and let me hug you and hold your hand, god i thought my heart was going to explode. i tried so hard to put up this front that i didn’t want to commit because well, i was scared. i’m scared of fucking things up with you. i knew it would be my fault that we didn’t work. and look what happened. i fucked up by kissing nayoung, i wanted to prove to myself that i really had fallen for you. i didn’t feel a single spec of a spark with her. but every time i kissed you, it was like, a thousand bolts of electricity shot through me, okay that was hella corny” he chuckled, before resting his hands on top of yours.

“so what i wanted to tell you is that. i’m not scared anymore. the last time you spoke to me just really impacted me. i needed to reevaluate everything as soon as i could. i’m so sorry it took me this long to finally apologise to you. but i am so sorry for hurting you. that was the last thing i wanted to do. but i wouldn’t take back what i did, because it wouldn’t have led me to this moment. y/n, i have fallen for you. pretty damn hard. you’ve made me cry, made me jealous and made me even beat up my best friend. i’m so crazy for you and i just want you to still feel that for me. do you?” he stared into your eyes with such vulnerability and fragility. you rested your palm to his cheek, wiping away a single tear that shed from his eye. you nodded a bit too aggressively.

“who said i ever stopped?” you smirked before going on your tippy toes to pull him into a short but sweet kiss.

“i truly don’t deserve you. please forgive me” he whined into the kiss, making you smile even more.

“of course i forgive you. even though some of the things you did were completely idiotic and made me want to yank out your hair. i can’t deny that i have strong feelings for you. and i would really like to see how we can be without having to sneak around and only make out. i want to go on dates with you, na jaemin! i want to meet your family and go to cute cafes and eat so much food we both develop food babies! i want to go on an adventure with you, whatever the risks are. i’m willing to take it” you spoke with such emotion, you both ended up crying. jaemin pulled you in for another kiss, this one wasn’t filled with such tension as the first time, but this time it just felt right. he was finally yours.

[ 2 months later ]

you were all hanging out at jaemin’s house, watching a silly children’s movie and critiquing it to the core. you were snuggled up against jaemin’s side, with his arm over your shoulders. he would give you small pecks on your forehead throughout the film, making you blush each time. you would bury your head into his shoulder whenever you felt tired which just made his heart flutter ecstatically.

jaemin decided to throw some popcorn at renjun who had fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position. you were all giggling at the situation, causing renjun to stir awake from his sleep.

“ugh, y/n can you please tell your boyfriend to stop annoying me?!” renjun irritatedly groaned.

“hes not my boyfriend!” you decided to joke.

“hey!!!” jaemin pouted from bestie you, crossing his arms.

“i’m kidding” you whispered to him before pulling him in for a kiss.

“gross, why did we encourage them to get together?” haechan rolled his eyes before throwing a pillow at you two.

“let them be!” jeno retorted before throwing a pillow at haechan. you all erupted into a fit of laughter before continuing with the agenda for the night.

after the boys had left jaemin’s house, you prepared to sleep over, as it was the first time, you were more than nervous. jaemin came up behind you and hugged you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“whatcha thinking about?” he mumbled into your skin.

“you” you flirted, turning to face him. he smiled widely, pulling you closer to him so that your chests met. he leaned down, capturing your lips in his. he led you towards his bed, both of you collapsing onto the mattress. you both positioned yourselves to face eachother in bed. he pulled you into his chest, softly rubbing up and down your arm.

“jaems” you whispered.

“hm?” he looked down at you.

“i just wanted to tell you that i love you and you’re super cute” you blushed while looking to see his reaction.

“i-i love you too” he engulfed you in a hug before kissing you all over your face.

“and you are super duper cute!” he giggled, before resuming his attack of kisses on your face.

these were the moments you cherished the most.

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