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[venusonvellum]

If you don't mind sharing, as you stated in your comment that MCU!MK shares similar tidbits from Comics!MK, what details have you notice from the comics corresponding well with the series? For each Marc, Steven and Jake? Granted we only got 6 minutes of Jake but I'm interested to see what you think about that too, since MCU!MK fans tend to be more freeform with Jake's characterization for the screentime he had.

Hey! So I'm actually really glad you asked this because it's something I've wanted to dive into in-depth since I decided to watch the MK series!

So let's start with Steven. In the comics, we see Steven Grant as a suave millionaire investor and entrepreneur. As part of the Moon Knight system, it's Steven’s job to make money to fund Moon Knight's activities, and to utilize Steven’s high society connections to gain information to aid in Moon Knight's quest for justice and vengeance that can only be gleaned in those circles. He's charming, intelligent, smooth-talking, and well-connected, described repeatedly as a philanthropic playboy who cares for others and is generous with his money. Khonshu describes him in the Bemis run: “Steven Grant is a good man. Though narcissistic and decadent, he manipulates the system to benefit the disenfranchised.”

Pretty different from what we see in the TV series, right?

Well, this is where we have to delve a little deeper into what we see of comic!Steven on the surface in order to understand where TV!Steven comes from. First, we get glimpses of comic!Steven being nerdy: one of my personal favorite moments in that vein is when he jokes with his long-time comic-verse love interest, Marlene, about using their alone time at the mansion to get freaky and dress up in their Star Trek costumes. Temperament-wise, like TV!Steven, comic!Steven dislikes violence, doesn't like to get his hands dirty, and is very obviously out of his element when it comes to the crazy situations Marc deals with on the regular.

The way I see it, these traits align with, or are at the very least congruous with how Steven is portrayed in the series: as a thoughtful, sweet, and intelligent guy who enjoys gathering information on the things he's passionate about – Egyptology, unsurprisingly, being among them. As for why Steven is in London, living as a timid man working at a museum where his co-workers treat him like shit instead of living in luxury off at some estate somewhere? My personal theory is that the story we see in the TV series cuts in somewhere after some serious shit went down surrounding the circumstances of Marc obtaining the scarab, which fractured Marc's relationship with his alters and induced some sort of amnesia. If you squint, I believe something similar is alluded to in the series when – I think it was Marc – said something about there once being a wall between the alters, but now whoever is fronting is stronger (I wish the writing had been clearer here because I still can't make sense of it). As for the narcissism and decadence described in the comics, those traits are noticeably missing, but all in all, I can absolutely see comic!Steven ending up in TV!Steven's situation under the right, albeit unfortunate, circumstances.

Next, we have Jake. Described in the comics as an “affable dirtbag” and “avuncular scoundrel,” I think Jake's characterization in the TV series is severely lacking. Aside from his scene with Harrow, we only get one or two (I've only done one watch-through of the series which is why I'm a bit fuzzy on the details) scenes where we see Jake fronting – or rather, the results of it: cut-scenes where we go from Marc or Steven's POV to some people ending up dead, and both Marc and Steven deny responsibility for it. And in the scene where Jake is finally fronting in the flesh, Jake shoots Harrow without hesitation in the backseat of his car after Marc's refusal to kill him.

Naturally, this leads to a lot of people characterizing Jake based only on the one-dimensional portrayal of him in the TV series: as an cold-blooded killer who is willing to take violence to debatably evil extremes to accomplish what needs to get done. However, this clashes with the characterization of Jake preferred by many people familiar with him from the comics: as a kind, loving, gentle, down-to-earth guy – the polar opposite of the ruthless, “evil” killer we see in the series. And, as could be expected, this has led to a fair bit of fandom controversy surrounding the character.

But when you really dig deep into Jake's characterization in the comics, one thing becomes abundantly clear: that both of these characterizations are true. Both of them coalesce in equal measure within the man we know as Jake Lockley.

Comic!Jake is a multi-faceted, nuanced character containing both the best and worst parts of Marc Spector as a system. As a New York cabbie, Jake is a man of the working class, making friends and connections all throughout the darkest, grimiest parts of the city. Describing himself as "friendly" and “mild-mannered,” one of Jake's trademarks is that every time he sees his friend Gena when he visits her diner, a frequent haunt of his, he asks how her kids are doing. The little ways of showing he cares matter to him: details to which we don't see Marc or Steven paying any mind.

But this aspect of Jake juxtaposes sharply against the other side of him: the guy who deals in the “grimy leftovers,” as Jake describes himself. In the Moon Knight system, when things get truly ugly, the buck stops with Jake: he's the guy who gets the job done when it involves the things Marc and Steven can't do: killing those who Marc won't kill, and dealing in circles of society and dishing out violence that Steven Grant simply isn't capable of. Sometimes that involves doing evil things, but Jake himself (mostly) isn't an evil man: rather, he's a man shaped by trauma, who has an intrinsic understanding of the way the world works, and what is sadly sometimes necessary to survive in it.

Now, why did I say Jake “mostly” isn't evil just now? This is where we touch on one of the central themes of the Moon Knight character, and the life and past of Marc Spector. This is a theme that the comics circle back to time and again: Marc's innate lust for violence, and the self-hatred he suffers from as a result of it. Marc and his alters, in their heart of hearts, are good men. They believe in justice, in kindness, in doing right by others. But Marc always enjoyed violence. Raised by a peace-loving rabbi, Marc's relationship with his father was fractured by everything from his enjoyment of war games with his brother as a child to his getting into school yard fights, taking up boxing and joining the Marines as an adolescent and young man. He laments that violence is the only thing he's ever been good at, and he hates that about himself.

Circling back to Jake, it seems fair to me to deduce that Jake is the alter that helps Marc's brain compartmentalize the worst of the worst of himself: the extreme violence he engages in, and the pleasure he feels dishing it out. And, almost as if Marc couldn't bear to have those parts of him exist in one personality by themselves, we find the best of him within Jake, too: the kindness, the caring, the deep love and genuine good-will towards others. Regardless, at the end of the day, Jake is a deeply complex character and deserves to be seen for everything he is, including all of the seeming contradictions that make him whole.

Now, lastly, we come to Marc. Marc's characterization in the TV series compared to the comics is, in my opinion, pretty dead-on. From his New York accent to his weariness, obstinance and grief at being put through the ringer once again thanks to his obligation to Khonshu, we see Marc in the TV series as every bit of the man he is in the comics: the tormented product of a career in professional violence, honed in the depths of the international criminal underworld. A man who has loved deeply and cares for others, but who has been burned for it by his own actions and his own nature: his violence, his selfishness, his tendency to overlook things in his personal life and take others for granted. And if he couldn't escape that nature in his youth, he's now bound to it by the bargain he made with Khonshu: to save his life in exchange for devoting the remainder of it to him in servitude, doing what Marc is best at – the very same thing he hates about himself the most.

Finally, I want to give props to Oscar Isaac for giving all three of these men life in the series, and in spectacular fashion. I was skeptical going into the series, but Oscar absolutely blew my mind with how skillfully he pulled these roles off. He was literally playing three different men, and I came away from the series with a new respect for the art of acting thanks to him.

And that's all I've got for now! I really enjoyed writing this up and I love talking all things Moon Knight, so for anyone who enjoyed this and wants to get into the TV series and comics some more, just drop an ask!

[wosospacegirl]

New crush - Arsenal teen! r

Summary: Leah and Beth find out why Y/n has been late to training. New crush on the way?

Warnings: just a small argument between Leah and Y/n and a lot of teasing.

Word count: 2.3k

Masterlist here

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It was weird to be a college student and a professional football player, Y/n wouldn't say she got the best of both worlds, but the worst.

Y/n was 17 years old and had the opportunity to attend college in the UK. It was a bit weird at first to have more of a specialized and focused education than the usual high school thing, but she was getting used to it day by day. It was her last year of school, and she couldn’t be happier. She wanted to focus on football and maybe get some minor qualification in any area she was slightly interested in, just so she could have some type of formal education in case she had a career-ending injury or something.

One of the weird things between attending school and playing football was that Y/n would usually arrive at training with her uniform and school bag in hand, which was enough for the team girls to make fun of her.

“Look at our schoolgirl,” Beth said teasingly. “I hope you study to be someone in life, unlike us.”

“You guys have career goals, plus half of you have degrees too,” Y/n said smiling as she walked with Beth to the locker rooms. “Anyways, how was the gym today?”

Y/n went to her locker and got her kit for today, taking off her shirt and standing on her training top, which she had put on before school, so it was faster to change from her school uniform to her Arsenal training kit.

“It was all right,” Beth said, scrolling through her phone. “We did a lot of Strength– squats, forward lunges and all that. Good thing you were busy with… a math test? I guess.”

Y/n was now wearing the full Arsenal kit, her school bag resting in its usual spot on the locker’s floor. “I didn’t have any test today, but don’t tell Renée that, she asked if I could get out of school an hour early and I said no because I told her I had this grammar test.” Y/n winked at Beth.

“And why didn’t you wanna get here an hour earlier?” Beth questioned. “Last month Renée had to beg you to go to school because the Headmistress called the Arsenal’s office saying you were missing school to be here with us.” 

Y/n had messed up.

The thing was… Y/n had met Stella. Stella was an exchange student from Northern Europe and had joined Y/n’s college three weeks ago. Stella was beautiful and super cool. They had lunch together and by the end of the last period, Y/n and Stella would just sit on the grass behind the school and talk for 20 minutes or so, before Y/n had to take the cab to get to training.

When Y/n was talking to Stella, she felt warm inside, giggly, and of course a little shy. Y/n had never felt this before. She had experienced crushes, but they were more like little obsessions, especially with actresses, singers, and well, other footballers.

She always knew she didn’t like boys, but falling for a girl was different and new and exciting. So yeah, maybe Y/n didn’t feel like coming to the training right away because she wanted to share French kisses with a pretty Danish girl.

“Well, I’m just valuing my education, Bethany,” Y/n murmured, looking down to tie her boots.

“You weren’t focusing on your education when you barely passed your business exam last week, and Leah had to beg Renée to let you play against Chelsea,” Beth retorted, narrowing her eyes. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing. Why are you being annoying?” Y/n rolled her eyes, full teenage mode activated. Something that annoyed her was how her teammates were always up in her business just because they saw her as a younger sister. 

God forbid the day she went to a club and didn’t tell anyone. Even Alessia was mad at her. OKAY, yeah, she got a fake ID and went to a very well-known adult bar with her friends, but her teammates weren’t her parents. They didn’t need to care that much.

“Who’s being annoying?” Leah asked, coming out of nowhere.

“Beth.”

“Y/n.”

Y/n and Beth said at the same time.

“She is hiding something from us, Leah,” Beth accused, pointing at Y/n.

“I’m not hiding anything, mate,” Y/n said, sounding more defensive than she would like.

Leah was normally on Y/n’s side. She didn’t get involved in Y/n's personal life that much– the captain just made sure she was well-fed, healthy, and doing okay in school.

“Well, I noticed that these past few weeks you have been a little late than usual,” Leah mumbled. “I just thought you were using those 30 minutes to go to the library or something.

Before Y/n could defend herself Beth was already talking.

“Library, Leah? Do you think teenagers go to the library?” It was Beth’s time to roll her eyes.

“Hey, I used to go to the library,” Leah argued

“Yeah, to snog girls behind the bookshelves,” Beth said.

Leah looked at Beth as if the other blonde was wasting her time.

“Have you been using drugs, Y/n?” Leah asked nonchalantly.

“What? No–”

“Are you sneaking around? Going to places you shouldn't?” The captain asked as Beth locked eyes with Y/n, hoping to catch her in a lie.

“Where do you think I would go in 30 minutes? Wales?” Y/n argued, losing her patience. She just wanted to kick a ball around, but here she was being interrogated.

“Are you having sex? I was 17 once and I just wanna make sure you are being saf–”

“Leah, man, stop!” Y/n screamed, slamming her locker door shut. “I don’t need any sex talk, especially from you two,” Y/n added, pointing at the older woman.

“Hey, don’t slam the door– we don’t do that here,” Leah said, using her captain's voice. “We are just trying to talk to you.”

“Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t wanna share everything with the team? Just because I’m 17 doesn’t mean you all need to know where I am and what I’m doing 24/7.”

“You know very well how chill I am about you, Y/n but at the end of the day, you’re still a kid, and me, Beth and the other girls have to make sure you are okay,” Leah shouted. “No, you guys don’t have to make sure I’m okay because I know how to take care of myself!” Y/n cried, frustrated. 

The locker fell dead silent for a few seconds. Leah and Y/n staring each other down.

“Okay Leah, let it go,” Beth said, finding herself in the role of mediator. “I’m sorry if I overstepped it, Y/n. I just cared about you, and honestly, I just really enjoy knowing other people’s business—especially when they are like a younger sister to me,” Beth added, with a smile.

“I’m sorry I screamed at you,” Leah said, looking up at the ceiling. 

Apologies weren't Leah’s strongest suit.

“I’m sorry I was moody and slammed the locker,” Y/n admitted, feeling a bit ashamed about the whole outburst. “It's just that-–”

The older women looked at Y/n, waiting.

“There is this… person? I guess, yeah, definitely a person, you know?” Y/n confessed. God, she would rather take a penalty than have this conversation right now.

Y/n looked at the girls as if the words she just had mumbled made any sense.

“A person?” Beth asked. “What kind of person? a boyfriend?” “Just spilled it, mate,” Leah said impatiently.

“Well, no, no boyfriend,” Y/n admitted. “But there is…Stella.”

As soon as the name Stella left Y/n’s mouth, she could feel her cheeks getting warm.

“Oh, so there is a girlfriend,” Beth exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement as Leah smirked at Y/n.

“You’ve been sneaking around with Stella after school?” Beth teased. She was enjoying herself a little too much.

“It’s not sneaking around,” Y/n rolled her eyes— again. “We just—well, we just sit behind school for a few minutes and talk a little.” She tried not to mumble again. “And that's it! No drugs, not sneaking around, no nothing.”

“You’re saying the reason you’ve been 30 minutes late to training for the past month is just to sit and chat with a girl?” Leah questioned.

“She is not just a girl, Le. She is Y/n’s girlfriend, or crush, or whatever.” Beth added.

“She is not my girlfriend, and in fact, she is leaving next week,” Y/n said, unable to hide the sadness in her voice. “She’s an exchange student, and she's going back to her country. That’s why I wanted to spend time with her. With training, matches, actual school, and media day, I only have a little of free time.” 

“Oh darling, I’m sorry to hear that,” Beth said, pulling Y/n into a hug. “And I’m sorry I teased you. You have every right to privacy, just like the rest of us have, okay? I will police myself a little more.”

“It's okay Beth. I know you mean well,” Y/n said, hugging her back.

“Okay, okay, enough hugging—let’s go back to training, I bet you are craving some time on the pitch, yeah?” Leah said, throwing an arm around Y/n’s shoulder and guiding both her and Beth towards the field.

“You know me so well, actually” Y/n smiled. Maybe, just for a few hours, she could forget that Stella was moving away.

Y/n stayed on the pitch after training, long after the other players had gone home. She wasn’t doing anything, just running around with the ball, thinking about a pretty Danish girl. Y/n was very much lost in thought she almost didn’t hear someone calling her from the other side of the pitch.

It was Leah, no longer using her training kit— probably getting ready to go home.

Y/n ran until she was next to her

“I’m already heading home, okay? I just needed a few minutes–” Y/n began explaining herself, knowing full well Leah didn’t like her staying at the facility alone at night. She shut her mouth, though, when she saw what Leah was holding in her hands.

“Those are for you,” Leah said, handing over two tickets.

Arctic Monkeys.

“What? Are you serious?” Y/n grinned, looking at the tickets, then looking back at Leah. “Why?”

“This way you can take your girlfriend to do something cool,” Leah said, feigning mockery. “It’s tomorrow, so send her a text to let her know you will be picking her up at 8 pm.”

“Let her know? I thought I was supposed to ask her out, not demand she go with me?” Y/n replied, still smiling.”

Leah rolled her eyes. “You have a long road ahead of you in the dating world”

“Shut up,” Y/n giggled.

“I can drive you two, so you don’t have to take a cab and all that,” Leah said, as if it meant nothing.

Before Leah could react, she found herself in a bear hug. “Thank you, thank you,” Y/n said, burying her head on Leah’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, all right,” Leah said, pushing her away. Not much of a hugger. “It’s my day off anyway.”

“It's not just that—you just gave me two tickets to Arctic Monkeys. I know how fast they sold out. I tried to buy them, but I couldn't, they were all gone.”

“I have my ways,” Leah smirked. “Go get your things— I’ll give you a ride home.”

“So, who were you going with, Y/n asked, changing the radio station as Leah drove.

“Going where?” Leah asked. “Stop touching it!” she swatted Y/n’s hand away.

“I hate country music!” Y/n whined, slouching back in her seat, a pout on her face.

“That’s your problem. You can buy a car next year and play all the songs you want.”

“Whatever,” Y/n mumbled. “You had a date?”

Leah glanced at Y/n. “What date? and why do you keep changing subjects so much? You look like Beth.”

Y/n picked up the tension in Leah’s voice. “Oh, so you had a date. That’s why you bought two tickets to the show.” Y/n assumed, feeling smug about finally getting some dirt on Leah. It was time for revenge. 

“There was no date, stop being annoying.”

“Oh, there was definitely a date. Your cheeks are getting red.”

“No, they are not!” Leah argued back, briefly looking in the rearview mirror to check if she was blushing. “You are being a bully, stop it.

“No.”

“I’ll tell Stella how annoying you are and then she won’t go to the concert with you,” Leah mumbled.

“She already knows how annoying I am and still wants to go with me,” Y/n teased, sticking her tongue at the captain. 

Leah rolled her eyes again before parking in front of Y/n’s apartment.

“Get out,” Leah said playfully. “Eat your dinner, don’t forget to brush your te—”

“Shut up, Leah,” Y/n said, “I’m not a kid.”

“I know you aren’t, got a girlfriend and everything,” Leah teased. “Don’t forget to ask her out, okay? Bye.”

Y/n waved as Leah took a right onto her street.

The only thing the young player could think about was how she was going to make out with Stella during an Arctic Monkeys concert.

“Damn I kinda love you, Leah,” Y/n said, looking one last time at the ticket before opening the door to her apartment.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Hey Miss V. So like just read all of He Canceled Hot Girl Summer and I'm curious about Simon. Like can I request how the date went with him and the girl he went on the double date with?

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Lol, sure. Let's dive into the Hot Girl-verse and catch a glimpse of Simon and Aaliyah. I got carried away lol. I like the idea of relationships happening in the background of He Canceled Hot Girl Summer🔥. So now we have the Hot Girl Summer verse lol.

Title: Try Again

rating: 18+mdni

pairing: Simon x black!oc

Main Series: He Canceled Hot Girl Summer

This date was certainly going to be something. Simon wasn't sure how he ended up getting talked into even doing something so juvenile, but Kyle had insisted, because the girl he was trying to trap wanted her friend to have a nice evening out. So he went along with it. He dressed nicely, put away his balaclava and switched it out for a black n95. He was beyond uncomfortable, his anxiety through the roof in the nice establishment, a far cry from what he is used to.

“Kylie it's so good to see you!” Rosette greets Kyle with a bright smile. She's happy to see him, and hugs him tightly, a sweet kiss placed on his cheek. Simon feels a bit jealous, because before he knows it, his entire team will be paired up and things will change.

Simon hates changes to his routine and changes leave risks for danger. He hates changes that he can't control or mitigate, or even anticipate. It gives him anxiety, it makes him irritable, and it makes him feel things he'd rather not feel. He was happy for Price when he eloped, but was disgruntled when he had to answer to another Captain when Price went on his honeymoon. He was beyond miserable and requested that he be sent on solo ops till his rightful handler returned.

Now that Johnny had a baby and subsequently a woman and Kyle was actively pursuing this Rosette woman…well Simon was beyond aggravated.

“Simon this is Aaliyah!” Rosette gently nudges the woman who lingers to the side a bit. She isn't smiling, clearly not wanting to be roped into this now that she's seen who she would be entertaining for the evening.

But even with the scowl, Simon finds her pleasant to look at. She is short, but everyone compared to him is short. The last time he saw her was almost more than a month ago, she had blonde hair then dressed in some skimpy baby blue number. But now she's switched her hair out to dark brown shoulder length hair style. Her lips are glossy, lined in brown pencil, a string of pearls wrapped around her slender neck. He could snap her windpipe if he wanted to. His eyes travel down and he takes note of her pretty brown skin and how the gorgeous white dress stands out against it. Skin toned heels that couldn't be comfortable to stand or walk in, the stiletto thin and skinny. Around her left ankle is a pretty gold anklet and it's covered in dainty charms. He snaps his eyes back to her deep brown ones and he sees that she's assessing him too, and the scowl on her face only deepens.

“Nice to meet you.” She extends her hand out staring at him almost expectantly but he makes no move to shake her hand. No need to pretend that either of them wants to be here.

Kyle laughs nervously for a second and coughs, “Simon's not big on physical touch.” He explains away the lack of proper greeting. Even shoots him a side eye.

“Hm. Is he also against speaking?” She's quick as whip and briefly, Simon is reminded of the day she marched up to their table telling Johnny about his son. Pretty girl has claws and they are sharp, her words could probably be poison too.

Rosette sighs, “Aaliyah-”

“I am being nice.” She flips her hair over her shoulder and takes a seat right next to him and diagonal from her friend.

Dinner goes on, wine and other drinks are ordered. The conversation stilted at first becomes loose as the liquid courage sets in. Simon feels the comforting buzz of the alcohol at the back of his mind. He's paying attention to the conversation, something about Rosette and her newest project, she's a musician of some sort. And of course Kyle is eating it up, all of the girls he's bedded have been artsy in a sense and it makes sense really. Men like them are drawn to women who lead carefree lives and exist in a bubble of frivolity that isn't afforded to them. Softness and brightness, colors, and music as opposed to the blood, gore, and gunshots that exist in their world.

“What do you do for work?” Kyle asks Aaliyah.

She's been quiet this whole time, only interjecting with silly little quips here and there that tastefully contributed to the conversations. He can tell she is well practiced at speaking with people, steering the conversations towards polite topics. She sips her wine for a moment and smiles.

“I'm an on-call girlfriend.” She shrugs her shoulders as if she just didn't call herself a fucking prostitute.

“Huh, that's an interesting choice of career and words to describe that profession.” Simon glances at her. In the back of his mind, he thinks about the sex traffic ring the team broke up sometime ago. Those scared women and children, who didn't choose that life. He wondered if she had been trapped or lured into that type of life. He wonders if her family cares to save her.

“And being a little toy soldier is any different?” She chuckles and it's a dry one. “No different than what you and Kyle do, only I'm contracted to myself and not some man behind a bigger desk whose glory days are far behind him.”

“Oh look, our food is here.” Rosette says as the waiter comes by to give them their orders. Clearly she wants to end the conversation, but Simon is desperate to know. The Savior complex in him itches because behind every sex ring is someone with power begging to be killed.

He shuts that part of his mind down instead. That's not his concern. He just needs to get through dinner and get out of here. And getting through dinner is gonna prove to be difficult because his steak is wrong and his anxiety won't allow him to correct it. Fuck he hates these types of places.

Everyone goes on with a new conversation, talks about hobbies and Simon doesn't really want to admit that in his free time alone his spaces out into darkness. He listens as Kyle chats about his more ‘legal hobbies’ such as video games and for some reason Rosette is familiar with a wide range of FIFA and NBA games along with FPS. She doesn't play but her sister is a game developer. Aaliyah says that she enjoys reading (a safe hobby that could mean anything) and writing (another safe hobby), she's disseminating information carefully about herself.

“Okay enough.” Aaliyah says suddenly, “Simon do you even want that steak? You took one bite and avoided it, only eating the potatoes and drinking your third cup of whiskey.” She turns to face him fully.

“It's fine.” He grumbles and meets her gaze. He really shouldn't have done that, because those brown eyes are fired up. It sends a shiver down his spine and he's very much confused by it.

She doesn't listen and waves down their waiter. “His steak is wrong, I think he ordered medium well, not this hockey puck you gave him.”

“Ma'am, I'm sorry about that, but-” the waiter begins.

“Grab the Chef and tell him he can't cook or take the steak back and do it again.” She raises the corner of her lip and her eyebrow expectantly.

“I do believe I have it written down that he ordered well done.” The waiter gently and politely says.

Simon doesn't even like well done steak.

“We aren't paying for this, and you better get the chef on board or the maître d’ or whomever.” She crosses her arms and tilts her head.

“Aaliyah no-” Rosette sighs, “I apologize for her.”

The waiter huffs, and leaves to go get the chef. Aaliyah looks unbothered and she turns to face Simon. “You should have said something, no need to sit here and suffer through it, and we aren't paying for it either.” She's almost confident about what she says.

In the end the Chef comes out and is also questioned on if anyone in the kitchen knows how to cook a steak. To which obviously the Chef takes offense. Words are exchanged and even Kyle can't calm down the firecracker that is Aaliyah. And as the four of them part the place, Aaliyah ominously tells the Chef that they should look for a McDonald's to cook in, because they won't be here much longer.

“Aaliyah, you can't just threaten someone's job.” Rosette shakes her head as she holds onto Kyle's arm.

“It wasn't a threat. He threw a fit about comping Simon's order, and I told him what's gonna happen.” She digs in her clutch and pulls out a pretty gold cigarette case. “You wanna get a nightcap? I know a place.”

“Actually Kyle and I are heading back to my place.” She smiles shyly.

Kyle only coughs and tosses Simon his keys, “I'll catch up with you later Simon.” He gives him a pointed stare as if saying ‘don't ditch her.’

When the group splits up Aaliyah looks at him and eyes him. She opens her cigarette case and pulls out one, it's hand rolled in pink paper. Next comes a rose gold zippo and she's lighting the cigarette, “Come on, we can walk, it's just a hop and a skip over, it's a nice little hole in the wall, top shelf stuff really.”

And that's how Simon finds himself in some type of speakeasy themed bar. The type where the lights were dimmed considerably, the ambiance soft and intimate. The host smiles at her and welcomes her like an old friend, saying something about how she's normally not here this time of night with a date. Aaliyah shrugs, saying she's here for a nightcap, and to just open a tab.

When they are seated at the far back booth, with a view of the front entrance, kitchen, and the bar, she relaxes. “You gotta know someone who knows someone to get in here, and I know the owner.” She says.

“You know the owner?” Simon watches as the bartender keeps staring at them. Aaliyah notices too and she just gives him a small wave.

“Yeah, owns the place we ate dinner at and he owns this place too. Him and his wife are clients of mine.” She nods her head, “Everything is good here by the way.”

Simon wants to ask plenty of questions. That Savior complex rearing its head, the thoughts of that sex traffickers ring at the forefront. “Do your friends and family know what you get into?” He isn't tactful, and he hopes it comes off as a curiosity.

“Are you worried I'm being forced?” She smiles and it's the first smile that reaches her eyes. If he thought her scowling face was attractive, her smile was ten times better. Mirth danced in her eyes. The waitress came over, took their drink orders and hurried off again.

“A curiosity really…your friends all seem to not care.”

“Hm, they do, all of them are aware of my clients, all of them know my incall address.”

Their drinks are brought back and Simon can admit whatever he thought was whiskey wasn't whiskey compared to what he ordered. He watches as Aaliyah sips an aviation (she says that he should try mixed drinks but he prefers it neat and to the point).

“You don't ever worry about your safety?” He whispers bringing the topic back to his curiosity.

“No, I don't, I carry when I work and I'm very much well versed in self defense. Back when I was younger? Yeah. But I'm older now and this type of tax bracket tends to behave themselves unless they want to be black listed from their preferred circle of women.”

He glances down at her lips again and then brings his eyes back to hers. He finds her assertiveness different. She carries herself like the words ‘meek’ and ‘humble’ or even ‘shy’ isn't in her vocabulary. The quiet between them isn't awkward, the soft music of the place fits right in.

“Do you really not have any hobbies Simon?” She asks, “when we were having that fuck ass dinner, you didn't talk much, not even sure why you allowed yourself to be dragged out of your element.”

He's at a loss of words and therefore doesn’t say anything at first. Was he that obvious? “Not sure what you mean.”

“Don't piss me off!” She laughs and gosh that laugh is also nice. “My job is to read people and gauge their mood and comfort level. I know a tense and uncomfortable man when I see one. It's fine really, Rosette wanted me to come out because she thinks I should have interactions outside of my circle that aren't always transactional.” She sips her drink again, “Knights thinks so too, but she doesn't have room to talk since she's practically tethered to her place with Omari.”

He chuckled at her words and how that cute little snarl came back to her lips. “Kyle seems to think the same thing too.”

“So you aren't here for a pity date then?” She shakes her head, “Not us both being victims to our nosey friends.”

He doesn't feel tense anymore with her. He's actively enjoying talking to her. When's the last time he's ever had a nice evening out with a woman who wasn't intimidated by him? He thinks back to the few shags he's had and how he left them feeling torn to shreds, like sex wasn't something he should have been doing. When he thinks back to those moments, he furrows his brow and Aaliyah catches it.

“You think too much.” She says looking down into her glass. Her manicured nails tap on the table, they are pretty he thinks. She's a far cry from what he would desire. Aaliyah comes across as a force of nature, unhinged, the same as ‘Ghost’ except she's softer. “You gotta get out of your head, it can't be good for you.”

“Where else am I supposed to be?” He says to her.

“Present with the pretty girl you're on a date with.” Her voice is a soft purr and the smile she gives him is seductive.

Simon blinks and he swallows hard. He thinks it's unfortunate that all the blood in his body is deciding to head south.

“Yeah, this one is on the house.” Aaliyah laughs, “Let's visit my in-call and see if we can relax you.”

Simon is almost sure that this woman was going to be the death of him.

[sleepinginmygrave]

tumblr i miss you ☹️

[lemonynuggets]

I might take a little social media break soon, I need to focus on some big events coming up on my life and I feel like it’d just be good for my health in general

I’ll still be on discord a lot tho (I love talking to my friends yayy) so if you wanna talk to me for any reason you can find me there!! Waos!!!!

So uhh bye in around a week I guess!!

[inkykeiji]

>.<

[born-to-lose]

I love being the always single person in my family, mad respect to my sister for constantly dating guys for the last 8 years, I would have shot myself

[bruh-changbin]

why don’t you guys talk to me anymore 😿 even my moots like where y’all at

[lexicals]

Swear to god I don't know why I ever try to bring anything up with that woman it's never a good idea but every time I'm like "what if this time I'm not immediately told I'm wrong". Call me either an optimist or a fool

[lannisterdaddyissues]

hi mar i just wanted to say i miss you and i hope everything’s going well in your life rn!! 😘😘

cal i miss you too sm and everyone else 🥺🥺🥺 thank u sm for checking in, you're the best ever i swear <3333

things are going pretty decent rn, i have good grades and i just submitted one application to nursing school so i can't complain! i'm relatively busy but mainly i just don't have the energy to maintain a super active blog lately with school and everything, i feel bad 😭😭

[unproduciblesmackdown]

one in a million when i watch smthing in the horror genre and don't end up disappointed to/and/or pissed off about it so like "also yeah i liked it. ooo" is like relative to that an off the charts rave review of media of the millennium. also i did think about mh a lot along the way so would recommend its affect/effect if you like mh's horror too

[sabraeal]

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

If You Dare! My hakizana fics are not usually SUPER popular, but they tend to garner at least a little interest, but that one didn't even get a blip 🤣Too bad, that one was going to get smutty in the next chapter or two. ONE DAY.

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

That would be To My Esteemed Enemy with three whole kudos, which is both surprising and not, because it's a fic with a pairing that is more popular than my main ship in that fandom, but it 1) doesn't have any ship content in it yet, 2) is using canon characterization of Kazama, which displeases the people who want him to be a sexy villain and also the people who want him to be a uwu good boy trying his best. It's easy to say something nice about this, because I spent HOURS poring over Hakuouki lore to get this into shape and was SO PLEASED with the results. It just needs a few more chapters to really find an audience, I think, but I don't have the time right now to put my effort into it.

[mossbabie]

🧷

[allurilove]

Calm Yandere x you

“Your expressionless boyfriend.”

Rated 18 + — mature short content!

Includes: calm yandere x talkative gender neutral reader, mutual pining?, strangers to friends to lovers, cute fluff in the beginning… other stuff later on. wink wink. ♡

Calm yandere was known to be a little cold. His default face is an unamused one, the ends of his lips always downward, and it certainly scared you away from him when you first saw him. He didn’t like to socialize as much as you did, and when you talked to him, he only seemed to nod. “Mhm,” and “uh-huh,” was all you could get from him. He didn’t hate nor dislike you— you’re an absolute perfect specimen, and a normal, and adaptable human being. You were everything he wanted to be. You were everything he wanted, period. He started to form a crush on you, and it was a minuscule one at first. He appreciated how you were able to carry a conversation, how bright and confident you looked compared to him, and you were this bright light in his grim dark reality.

Calm yandere was surprised when you made the first move. You wanted to be friends, and being just friends with you felt like torture. Although, he agreed—not wanting to miss the opportunity to be by your side even more. He followed you around, agreed to show up to all hangouts you planned, and he even invited you to his house. His house was surprisingly warm. He had soft white curtains, light pink decorations here and there, and it smelled like freshly baked cookies. Warm and sweet was what you would describe him now that you got to know him. He was the perfect host. He was showing you around the backyard, and he pointed out a couple of butterflies that liked to come by. His voice was flat and monotonous when he explained his favorite butterflies to you, but you could see a slight glimmer of happiness in his eyes. And most importantly, he showed you his bedroom. He had manga books on his shelves, Smiski figurines, and one of the compartments was just filled with snacks. He had an old dog named “Mini” that was sleeping on his huge bed, loudly snoring, and kicking her feet as she dreamt of running around.

Calm yandere had asked you to be his partner months later. You were shocked when he confessed his feelings for you, and here calm yandere was, thinking that he had done a good job of hinting at it. You did notice the glances he would send your way, and how they would linger a bit longer than before. You then started to think back to the times he would do things for you. He would bend down and tie your shoelaces. He gave you his jacket when it was raining, and he would walk home soaking wet. He carried you on his back when you tripped and hurt your ankle. He let you into his house when you fought with your parents, and tried his damn hardest to crack a worried expression on his stone-like face. It wasn’t like you weren’t into him, you tried to give him signals too.

Calm yandere was oblivious, just as you were oblivious. You had literally invited him to every place you could think of. You made pottery with him, and even put your hands on his to help him shape his clay into a vase. That was a very intimate act. An act that made you flustered and blushing when you had pressed your body behind his. Him, on the other hand, didn’t even blink at the action. When you had told him that you found him cute and adorable, he just said “okay.” OKAY?? Clearly that meant he didn’t like you back, and you quickly put on a strained smile and went on with your day.

Calm yandere was an active listener, not really a replier, but a listener. He might look like he was disinterested, but any subject you brought up was the most interesting, and fascinating, topic of all time. You would talk his ear off, and you liked to speak your mind. “So, as I was saying…” you continued. He nodded along, his cheek resting on his hand, and he leaned even closer to play with the strands of your hair. He liked feeling and touching you. It reminded him that you were real, that you were in front of him, and you were officially his. Your lips were perfect, always moving and speaking, and it would form the world’s most beautiful smile. He could tell that some days you didn’t want to hear any solutions from him, and only wanted to have someone to talk too. So, he does exactly what you want.

Calm yandere was happy to advance the relationship even further! He would show finally show some PDA. An arm would casually be slung around your shoulders while you two walked. Whenever you sat next to him, and he didn’t like the distance between you two, he would grab onto the leg of the chair and pulled it in closer. He then would kiss your cheek, and as fast as it came, he had pulled back before you could reciprocate. He knew that being a boyfriend meant that he had to do some certain things… He was feeling bold when he saw you wearing shorts, and without really thinking, his hand reached out to touch at your thighs.

Calm yandere was taken aback by the overwhelming positive reaction. He didn’t imagine that a single brush from his finger tips would cause your brain to go haywire. You had pushed him onto the couch, and he fell back with a little grunt. He saw that you had climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips, and had placed his hand on a sensitive spot of your body. He felt up the flesh, and his fingers slipped underneath your shorts. He kept a watchful eye on your facial expressions, and he hummed in delight when you spread your thighs even further for him. He rubbed his fingers up and down the length of your privates, and he started to collect some of the wet substance that had leaked out. He heard you breathe out his name, and when your voice soon became whiny and you had pleaded for more, he knew you had to be close.

Calm yandere had you on your back. He pulled your shorts down your legs, flinging them to the side after he revealed your lower half to him. He leaned down to greet your sex with his tongue. You were loud and talkative in bed, just as you were out of it. Your back arched, and your hands painfully gripped at his hair. Your body started to tremble, almost trying to squirm its way out from underneath him. His hands had to keep your legs from closing on him, “don’t try to keep me away from you.” your boyfriend said firmly. He then gestured to the growing tent in his pants, “this is all your fault. I’ll make you feel good if you can do the same for me.”

Calm yandere liked to lick his fingers in front of you. His tongue swiping at the salty cum before he fully puts his digits inside his mouth. He could feel the wrinkles and ridges of his pruned fingers, and he gleefully sucked off the excess cum and saliva that had gathered on there. You were lying on the couch with a bit of a daze, your chest rising and falling, and you could still feel his eyes wandering on the work he had done. You had love bites on your neck, trailing down to your inner thighs, and lower towards your ankles. He had bit you down there to keep his voice down while he had himself buried deep inside of you. What could he say? You knew how to press his buttons and drive him wild.

Allure: this is calm yandere after you had called him cute.

Allure: A little update: I’ll work on the master list soon after this, and I’ll have to update a couple of lists such as the yandere kink ones… so that should be done next!

[bopthecaptain]

Heyo! How's it going? (it's me remember hehehhehej)

YESSS ofc i remember you i hope you're doing well... i haven't really been posting on twitter or tumblr or anything really but i have been semi-active fandom wise still... college's just kicking me into the dirt rn but i cope with it Sisyphus boulder style

[simjaexy]

𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 | 𝙋.𝙎.

pairing ⇀ brothers best friend! park sunghoon x sister! reader

synposis ⇀ you knew sunghoon ever since you were little with him being your big brothers best friend. what jay didn’t know though, was that you always had a secret crush on sunghoon. despite your feelings, you believe sunghoon doesn’t like you back and sees you as nothing more than his friends annoying little sister. right?

genre ⇀ smut, angst

warnings ⇀ MINORS DNI!!!, the sexual scene doesn’t come for a while, lower case intended, cursing, arguments, crying, partying, drinking, insecurities, sunghoon is toxic, reader thinks about sunghoon a lot, mean dom! sunghoon x sub! reader, eating out, overstimulation (f), blowjob, semi public sex, jealousy, possessiveness, dirty talk, manhandling, minor choking, lying, fingering, name calling (slut and etc.), no protection (wrap up ur hotdog), not cumming inside, lmk if i missed any!

w.c ⇀ 8.0k+

a/n ⇀ was trying to do a drabble but instead made it into a somewhat whole fic cause i got carried away but oh well. this took me a while too make cause i wanted to make it good but i think it ended well ifykyk ;). also, if you would like to be added to my permanent taglist please click here and leave a comment! reblog, comment, like, etc.! not proofread!

masterlist here

you remember the first time you met sunghoon at a neighborhood park. you were five while sunghoon was six. the sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the playground. jay, your big brother, had excitedly dragged you along to meet his new buddy.

you were curious but also a bit nervous. as you and jay approached the swings, you saw a boy standing there with an air of cool detachment. his hands were shoved deep into his pockets, and his eyes seemed to be lost in thought.

"hey, sunghoon! this is my little sister, y/n," jay introduced her with a wide grin, his enthusiasm infectious.

sunghoon barely glanced at you, muttering a quick "hi" before turning his attention back to the ground. his voice was soft but carried a certain indifference that made you feel small.

you felt a pang of disappointment but brushed it off, determined to get to know him better. after all, jay had spoken highly of him, and you trusted your big brothers judgment.

as the years went by, you found yourself attending the same school, even participating in the same extracurricular activities. your crush on Sunghoon grew stronger with each passing year.

you noticed the little things about him—the way his eyes softened when he was lost in thought, the rare smiles he reserved for jay and his other friends, and the quiet kindness he showed when he thought no one was looking. he was always polite to you, but there was a distance, a wall that you couldn't seem to breach.

high school brought more opportunities for interaction, but also more complications. sunghoon became more popular, his cool demeanor attracting a lot of attention. you, on the other hand, remained in the background, content with your small circle of friends and your studies. despite your different social circles, their paths crossed often, thanks to jay.

now that it’s been years of knowing sunghoon, you know how he acts, how he talks, how he reacts, everything about him that other girls wish they knew. but one thing that you’ll never know is his type. you seem to be nothing but jays little sister to him, right?

it was a typical friday evening, and your house was buzzing with the usual energy that came with having your brother, jay, and his other best friend, sim jaeyun, over. they were playing video games in your living room while you silently read a book in the kitchen.

you heard jake screeching about something while jay was shouting nonsense. you weren’t gonna lie and say it didn’t give you fat headache. as you continued reading you suddenly heard a knock at the door. annoyed, you went to go answer it.

you walked past jay and jake and headed towards the door boredly.

as you opened the door, you were met with the sight of park sunghoon, jay's friend, aka your crush. he stood there, looking as cold and distant as ever, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket.

"hey," you greeted him, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart was pounding.

sunghoon barely acknowledged you with a nod before stepping inside without a word.

he didn't even spare you a glance as he made his way to the living room where jay and jake were deeply engrossed in their video game. you closed the door behind him, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment.

you followed him into the living room, where the boys were too focused on their game to notice your presence. sunghoon joined them, his expression remaining stoic as he watched the screen. you took a seat on the couch, pretending to be absorbed in the book you had picked up earlier. but your eyes kept drifting back to sunghoon, watching his every move.

you decided to try to catch a conversation, “hey, sunghoon, do you want something to drink?" you offered, hoping to engage him in some small talk.

he barely looked up from where he was watching jay and jake, "no, thanks," he replied curtly, his attention still focused on your brother.

you sighed inwardly, feeling a pang of disappointment. it was always like this. no matter what you did, sunghoon never seemed to notice you. it was as if you were invisible to him, just another part of the background.

the boys continued their game, their laughter and banter filling the room. sunghoon remained quiet, only occasionally offering a terse comment or a slight sigh. you wished you could be a part of their world, to share in their camaraderie, but you felt like an outsider looking in.

despite your best efforts to focus on your book, you couldn't help but steal glances at sunghoon. Every now and then, his eyes would flicker in your direction, and you would quickly look away, hoping he hadn't noticed. but deep down, you hoped he had.

jake groaned when he finally lost to jay, letting out a frustrated growl, “my finger pressed the wrong button!”

jay cackled and clapped his hands together. sunghoon just stared at them. you noticed how much jay and jake talk compare to sunghoon. but to them, he was like a missing puzzle piece to their friendship.

jay got up from the couch and stretched, “i’m gonna make something to eat. anyone want pizza rolls?” he questioned. jake raised his hand like a kid while sunghoon shook his head. you stared up at jay and nodded.

he went to the kitchen while jake wrapped an arm around sunghoon shoulder, “did you talk to that girl yet?”

you heart dropped hearing that. what was jake talking about? you peeked from your book and watched sunghoons expression. it still remained serious, but you could see a bit of an annoyance.

“i already told you, i blocked her number.” he stated. jake gasped and unwrapped his arm around sunghoon, shoving him.

“what? dude she was your only chance to getting some!” jake said. he threw his hands on his head as if sunghoon broke a promise that was supposed to be kept forever. sunghoon shrugged his shoulders,

“i don’t want a girl that gets passed around.” he firmly said. jake stopped complaining and put a finger under his chin. you on the other hand, was wondering what girl it could be.

jay eventually came back with a plate full of pizza rolls and set them in the table. jake hurriedly grabbed one and took a bite only to whine how hot it was. you giggled and took a bite yourself.

“ready to do another round?” jay spoke. jake nodded and grabbed the controller, loading it to jay. they both sat down again and started a new round.

you noticed sunghoon was staring off in a distance, “everything okay?” you asked. sunghoon flicked his gaze towards you before simply nodding and standing up.

“i’m gonna head to the restroom.” he spoke towards jay. jay nodded his head. sunghoon walked towards the hall that led to the bathroom, shutting the door with a click. you let a little sigh before grabbing your book again and reading. it was worth a shot.

eventually, the boys finished their game, and jay and jake started packing up their things. sunghoon stood up, his expression still unreadable.

he glanced at you briefly, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something in his eyes. but before you could decipher it, he turned away and headed for the door.

"see you around," he said, his voice cold and detached.

you nodded, unable to find your voice. as he walked out the door, you felt a pang of longing. jay stood next to you eating a pizza roll, “why are you staring at sunghoon like that?”

you snapped out of your daze and glared at him, “i wasn’t staring at him!” you snapped. you turned your heel heading back to your room.

jay watched you go to your room, “were too!” the only thing he heard from you was a loud groan with the door slamming shut.

the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your room. you groaned softly, reaching out to silence the alarm clock blaring on your nightstand. it was another school day, and you knew you had to get up. with a sigh, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and stretched.

"hey, sleepyhead! get up, or we're gonna be late!" jay called from the hallway.

jay was always the early riser, and he made sure you were up and ready on time. you quickly got dressed and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and fix your hair. jay was already in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"morning," you greeted him, grabbing a piece of toast.

"morning," he replied with a grin, "ready for another day at school?"

you rolled your eyes playfully, “as ready as I'll ever be."

jay chuckled and ruffled your hair. "come on, let's get going."

the two of you drove to school together, chatting about random stuff. as you guys got out of the car, you approached the school. you noticed the usual crowd of girls gathered around sunghoon and jake, who walked through the hallway with their signature known demeanor.

as you reached your locker, jay went off to join his friends, leaving you alone. you stood at your locker, watching the scene unfold from a distance. it was hard not to notice sunghoon, especially when jay and jake were so openly flirtatious with the girls.

jay's charming smile and jake's playful banter had the girls swooning, but sunghoon remained detached, barely acknowledging their presence. as jay and jake still talked with the girls, sunghoon began to walk away from the crowd.

you decided to follow him, curiosity getting the better of you. you kept a safe distance, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. sunghoon's long strides took him to a quieter part of the school, away from the hustle and bustle of the main hallways.

just as you thought you were being discreet, sunghoon suddenly stopped and turned around. your heart skipped a beat as his piercing gaze locked onto yours. before you could react, he closed the distance between you, trapping you against the wall with his arms on either side of your head.

"why are you following me?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

you felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but you couldn't find the words to answer. sunghoon's proximity was overwhelming, and his intense gaze made it hard to think straight. he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"do you enjoy watching me?" he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips.

you swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. "i-i was just... curious," you stammered.

sunghoon chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours, "curious, huh? be careful, curiosity can be dangerous."

with that, he pushed away from the wall and walked off, leaving you flustered and breathless. You watched him go, your heart still racing from the encounter. what the fuck just happened?

after that encounter you went straight to your classroom, not even bothering to say hi to your friends. you sat at your desk and let out a deep sigh.

did sunghoon meant to do that? you felt your heart beating out of your ears. maybe you were just hallucinating it. the bell finally rang when students started coming in. you on the other hand, decided to just lay your head down for the whole lecture.

lunch came by pretty fast and before you knew it you were on your way to your friend group table. you took a seat while your friends were gossiping about someone.

"did you see sunghoon talking to that girl in the hall earlier?" one of them asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

your friends exchanged glances, sensing your discomfort but pressing on, "they seemed pretty close, like they were having a deep conversation or something. do you know anything about it?"

shakes of heads were viewed until they all looked at you.

you shook your head, forcing a smile, "no, i don't know anything about it."

you felt curious on who the girl could’ve been. knowing sunghoon since forever you knew he’s not the type to start a conversation with a girl first. was it the girl jake was talking about?

you huffed and took a bite out of your food. whatever it was, it wasn’t your problem. but you still had that pang of discomfort in your chest.

the final bell of the day echoed through the halls, signaling the end of another school day. you gathered your books and headed towards the exit, where your friends were already waiting. as you approached, jay pulled up in his car, offering you a ride home as usual.

"hey, you need a ride home?" jay called out. you hesitated for a moment before shaking your head.

“no thanks. i think i'll walk with my friends today." you chimed.

jay raised an eyebrow but didn't press further, "alright, see you later then."

as you walked with your friends, the conversation flowed easily, but your mind kept drifting back to Sunghoon. You hadn't seen him much today, and the lingering thoughts from the previous conversation gossip still gnawed at you. your friends noticed your distraction but didn't comment, knowing you well enough to give you space.

when you finally reached your house, you waved goodbye to your friends and walked up the driveway. the sound of laughter from the backyard caught your attention. curiosity piqued, you made your way around the side of the house.

there, by the pool, were jay, jake, and sunghoon, all three in bathing suits, clearly ready for a swim.

jake noticed you first and waved, "hey, you made it! we decided to take a dip. wanna join?"

your eyes flickered to sunghoon, who was lounging on a chair, looking effortlessly cool and completely at ease. it’s almost as if this morning wasn’t even real. the sight of him in his swim trunks made your heart race, and you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks.

"uh, i left my swimsuit at my friends house," you stammered, trying to keep your composure.

sunghoon glanced up, his expression unreadable, "you can always borrow one," he said nonchalantly, as if your presence didn't faze him at all.

you felt a mix of shyness and frustration. it was clear that Sunghoon didn't share the same nervousness you felt around him, "maybe next time," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

your brother, ever the peacemaker, jumped in, "no worries. we can just hang out. come sit with us."

reluctantly, you walked over and took a seat on the edge of a lounge chair, trying to act casual. the conversation flowed around you, but your focus kept drifting back to sunghoon.

every time he laughed or spoke, you felt a pang of longing, wishing he would notice you the way you noticed him.

the water sparkled invitingly, and the sound of laughter filled the air as sunghoon, jay, and jake splashed around. you noticed sunghoon moved through the water with such grace, each stroke powerful and smooth.

jay and jake were goofing off, trying to dunk each other, but sunghoon was focused, swimming laps effortlessly. the way his muscles flexed and glistened under the sun made your heart race. you tried to look away, but it was no use. your gaze kept returning to him.

after what felt like an eternity, sunghoon finally climbed out of the pool, water cascading down his toned body. he ran a hand through his wet hair, sending droplets flying. you felt your cheeks heat up and quickly looked down, hoping he didn't notice your flustered state.

but when you dared to glance up, you caught his eye and he gave you a small, knowing smirk. your blush deepened, and you couldn't help but look down, your heart pounding in your chest.

as the afternoon wore on, you found yourself relaxing a bit, the initial awkwardness fading. jay and jake’s easy banter was infectious, and you couldn't help but join in. despite sunghoon's apparent indifference, you cherished these moments.

when the sun began to set, jay suggested ordering pizza, and the four of you moved inside. the atmosphere was warm and inviting, and for a while, you forgot about your worries, simply enjoying the company of jay and his friends.

jay was on the phone, ordering pizza for everyone. the anticipation of the delicious food was palpable, but your mind was elsewhere. sitting so close to sunghoon made your heart race, and you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

jake, noticing your unease, leaned in with a friendly smile, "hey, are you okay? you seem a bit tense," he asked, his voice gentle.

you glanced at him, trying to calm your racing heart, "yeah, i'm fine. just a bit... hungry," you lied, hoping he wouldn't see through it.

sunghoon, who had been quiet, shifted slightly closer to you. his presence was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

he glanced at jake, his eyes narrowing slightly, "she’s fine, jake. Just a little tired, right?" sunghoon's voice was smooth but there was an edge to it.

jake raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing the tension, "sure, man. but you know, talking can help distract from hunger and tiredness," he said, turning his attention back to you, "so, what have you been up to lately? feels like i don’t really see you often." he joked.

you appreciated Jake's attempt to make you feel comfortable, but sunghoon's proximity was making it hard to focus, "oh, just the usual stuff. school, work, you know how it is," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

sunghoon's arm brushed against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. he leaned in slightly, his voice low. "you know, you don't have to answer him if you don't want to. we're just waiting for the pizza, after all."

your heart skipped a beat at his words. there was something possessive in his tone that both thrilled and confused you. you glanced at him, trying to read his expression, but his face was a mask of calm.

jake, ever the peacemaker, tried to lighten the mood, "well, i think it's great that we're all hanging out together. it's been a while since we had a chill night like this," he said, giving you a reassuring smile.

jay finally hung up the phone and rejoined the group. "pizza's on its way! should be here in about thirty minutes," he announced, plopping down on the other side of jake.

the conversation flowed more easily with jay back, but you couldn't shake the feeling of sunghoon's eyes on you. every time you laughed at one of jake's jokes or responded to his questions, you felt sunghoon's gaze intensify.

finally, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the pizza. jay and jake jumped up to get it, leaving you alone with sunghoon for a moment.

he took the opportunity to lean in closer, his breath warm against your ear, "you know, i wouldn’t talk to jake so much, he always does that when he wants to get into girls underwear’s." he murmured, his voice low and possessive.

your breath caught in your throat, and you turned to face him, your eyes wide, "sunghoon, we're not... i mean, we're just friends," you stammered, unsure of what to say.

he smirked, his eyes darkening, "maybe, but that doesn't mean he won’t do anything to you. just remember that," he said, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment before he pulled away.

jay and jake returned with the pizza, breaking the tension. as you all dug in, the atmosphere lightened, but you couldn't shake the feeling of sunghoon's emotions. it was confusing and thrilling all at once.

jake was already scrolling through the movie options, "How about this one?" he suggested, landing on a popular action film.

“sounds good," everyone agreed. they settled in, grabbing slices of pizza and filling their cups. the room was filled with the sounds of chewing and occasional laughter as they watched the movie.

as the movie progressed, you felt a gentle touch on your hand. you glanced to your side and saw sunghoon's hand lightly brushing against yours. your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly looked away, trying to focus on the movie. but the warmth of his touch lingered, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

when the movie finally finished and every slice was gone, jake and sunghoon decided it was time to head home. jake and sunghoon were getting ready to leave.

jay was in the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of their pizza night, while you stood by the door, ready to bid them farewell. jake was the first to step forward. his smile was warm and genuine as he reached out for a hug.

"thanks for having us over. It was a great night," he said, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly embrace. you hugged him back, feeling the comfort of his presence.

as you pulled away, you noticed sunghoon standing a few steps behind jake, his expression unreadable. his eyes were fixed on the floor, and he made no move to step forward. there was an air of detachment about him that seemed out of place.

“goodnight, sunghoon," you said, hoping to catch his eye. but he didn't look up. he simply nodded once, almost imperceptibly, and turned to walk out the door without another word. the door closed behind him, leaving you standing there, confused and a little hurt.

jake noticed your puzzled expression and gave you a small, reassuring smile, "don't worry about him. he's probably just tired," he said softly, patting your shoulder before following sunghoon out the door.

you watched them walk down the driveway, jake's easygoing stride contrasting sharply with sunghoon's tense posture.

the night air was cool, and you shivered slightly, not entirely from the cold. you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. sunghoon's silence and his refusal to say goodbye gnawed at you, leaving a lingering sense of unease.

jay came up behind you, drying his hands on a dish towel, "everything okay?" he asked, noticing your troubled expression.

“i’m not sure," you replied, still staring at the spot where sunghoon had been standing, "sunghoon didn't say goodbye. he seemed... different."

jay frowned, looking thoughtful, “maybe he's just got something on his mind. you know how he can be sometimes."

“yeah, maybe," you said, though you weren't entirely convinced. theimage of Sunghoon's emotionless face stayed with you as you closed the door and locked it for the night.

as you headed to bed, you couldn't help but wonder why sunghoon decided to act like he cared about you and then act like he didn’t care anymore. you hummed and slowly closed your eyes before falling asleep.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your room. you stretched and yawned, feeling the remnants of sleep leave your body. it was time to start your usual morning routine.

you got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. after a quick shower, you brushed your teeth and combed your hair, feeling more awake with each passing minute.

dressed and ready for the day, you made your way to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast. as you poured yourself a bowl of cereal, you heard footsteps approaching. turning around, you saw jay entering the kitchen, looking as relaxed as ever.

“morning jay," you greeted him with a smile.

“morning," he replied, grabbing an apple from the counter, "hey, just so you know, i'm gonna be hanging out with jake today. he was complaining about how he needs new shoes.”

you nodded, taking a bite of your cereal, "cool, sounds fun. what about sunghoon? isn't he coming with you guys?"

jay shook his head, a puzzled look crossing his face. "no, he said he didn't want to go. weird, right? he always hangs out with us."

you frowned, feeling a twinge of confusion. sunghoon was usually the first to join in on any plans with the group. "that’s strange. did he say why?"

jay shrugged, taking a bite of his apple, "nope, he just seemed off on call. maybe he's got something else going on."

you couldn't shake the feeling that something was up with sunghoon. determined to get to the bottom of it, you decided to check in on him later. for now, you finished your breakfast and went about your day, the mystery of sunghoon's behavior lingering in the back of your mind.

after breakfast, you tidied up the kitchen and headed out for a morning jog. the crisp air and the rhythmic sound of your footsteps on the pavement helped clear your mind.

returning home, you took a quick shower and changed into comfortable clothes. you decided to text sunghoon, hoping to get some answers.

Y/n: Hey Sunghoon. Everything okay? Jay mentioned you weren't joining them today.

minutes passed without a response, and you grew more anxious. you tried to distract yourself by diving into a book, but your thoughts kept drifting back to sunghoon. finally, your phone buzzed with a message. it was Sunghoon.

Sunghoon: I’m fine.

his reply was short, almost dismissive. you knew sunghoon well enough to sense that something was off. you couldn’t decide to think anything better than pay him a visit.

you grabbed your keys and headed to sunghoon's place. the walk wasn’t that far with him living in the same neighborhood. as you finally got to his house you felt a sudden nervousness.

as you approached his door, you hesitated for a moment before knocking. a couple seconds the door opened, sunghoon opened the door, his expression one of confusion and mild annoyance.

"what are you doing here?" he asked, his tone colder than you expected.

“i was worried about you," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "you didn't hang out with jay and jake, and you seemed distant when you texted me. what's going on?"

sunghoon's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest, “why do you care? it's none of your business."

you felt a pang of hurt at his words, “of course, it's my business! we're friends, and friends look out for each other. you've been acting strange lately, and i’m worried."

“well, maybe you should mind your own business," sunghoon snapped, his voice growing harsher. "i don't need you or anyone else telling me what to do."

your confusion turned to frustration, “why are you being like this? i'm just trying to help you!"

sunghoon's expression didn't soften, "i don't need your help. just leave me alone."

anger flared up inside you, and you couldn't hold back any longer, "fine! if you want to be a jerk, then be a jerk! but don't expect me to keep worrying about you if you're going to treat me like this."

sunghoon's eyes flickered with something you couldn't quite place, but he didn't say anything more. he simply turned and walked back into his house, leaving the door open just long enough for you to see that he truly didn't care.

feeling a mix of anger and sadness, you turned and walked away from sunghoon's house. when you finally arrived back home, you saw jay standing outside, waiting for you. he looked concerned as he approached.

"are you okay? where were you? you could at least text me where you’re going." jay asked, his voice gentle.

you didn't even look at him as you brushed past, "i'm fine," you muttered, not wanting to talk about what had just happened.

jay reached out to stop you, but you pulled away, needing some space to process everything. you went inside, leaving jay standing there, knowing he was worried but unable to face another confrontation.

the sun slowly settled down, and you were curled up on the couch, flipping through channels but not really paying attention to anything. your mind kept drifting back to the tense encounter with sunghoon earlier.

just then, jay burst into the living room, excitement radiating off him, "there's this party tonight. you should come with me. you could meet my girlfriend finally.

you looked up, not really feeling the party vibe. "i don't know, jay. i’m not really in the mood for a party tonight. maybe i can meet her after?

he gave you a knowing look, "come on, it'll be fun! plus, i heard sunghoon's going to be there. maybe we can ask him why he was acting weird."

you heart skipped a beat at the mention of sunghoon. despite the argument, you couldn't deny the feelings you had for him more than your anger.

maybe this party could be a chance to make things right, "sunghoon's going to be there?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

jay nodded, a smile playing on his lips, "yep. so, what do you say? are you in?"

you hesitated for a moment before nodding, "alright, i'll go. but I need to get ready."

jay grinned, "great! we've got a couple of hours, so take your time."

you rushed to your room, heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. you wanted to look your best, hoping to catch Sunghoon's eye and maybe even talk things out.

you rummaged through your closet, finally settling on your favorite outfit—a sleek dress that made you feel confident and beautiful.

you applied your makeup, you couldn't help but think about what you would say to Sunghoon. you wanted to apologize for the argument and explain how much you cared about him. with a final touch of lipstick, you looked in the mirror, feeling ready to face the night.

jay was waiting for you downstairs, and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw you, "wow, never seen you this ready.”

you smiled, feeling a bit more confident, “let's go."

the drive to the party was filled with jay's chatter about who would be there and what to expect. you appreciated the distraction, but your mind kept drifting back to sunghoon. when you arrived, the party was already in full swing, with music blasting and people mingling everywhere.

jay led you inside, and you scanned the room, searching for sunghoon. you spotted him near the back, talking to a group of friends. he was leaning against a wall with a drink in his hand, looking a bit tipsy but still maintaining his usual cool demeanor.

Your heart pounded as you made your way over, trying to muster the courage to approach him.

“sunghoon, can we talk?” you asked softly, stepping closer.

he looked up, his expression unreadable, “what is it?” he replied, his voice a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

you bit your lip, “is it okay if we go to a more private space?” you asked. sunghoon looked over at his friends and said something to them. he then averted his stare to you.

he walked past you without saying a word. you followed him past the loud people and music before going upstairs to a bedroom. he went in first and then with you shutting the door. you faced him and decided to just do it.

“i’m really sorry about earlier,” you began, your voice trembling slightly, “i didn’t mean to upset you. i was just frustrated, and I took it out on you. It wasn’t fair.”

sunghoon sighed, rubbing his temples, “yeah, well, it wasn’t exactly a great conversation.”

you nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “i know, and I feel terrible about it. I just want us to be okay.”

he stared at you for a moment, and then a small smile tugged at his lips, “you always talk too much when you’re nervous,” he said, stepping closer. before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, silencing your apologies.

the kiss was gentle but firm, and you could taste the alcohol on his lips. it was a mix of emotions – his frustration, your regret, and a shared longing to make things right.

when he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, “i’m not mad anymore,” he whispered, “but i do know what can help you to be forgiven.”

you nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders, “i’ll do anything to make you forgive me,” you said.

instead of saying something, he smashed his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck. you couldn’t believe you were finally kissing him.

you let out a tiny moan when he gripped your waist harder. he signaled you to jump making you do so. he lead you both to the bed while still having his lips latched onto yours. he set you softly on the bed and kissed your neck softly.

you gripped his locks softly and sighed feeling him go along your neck to your chest. you helped him take off your dress by unzipping on the back. when the dress finally fell slack you felt shyness course through your body.

you tried to cover yourself, but sunghoon gripped both of your wrists above your head. “sunghoon wait-“

he ignored you and rubbed his thigh against your core. you arched your back and let out a loud moan. a smirk tugged on his lips, “sensitive are we?” he teased.

you hid your face in your arm, feeling embarrassed. he traced his fingers alongside your bra before grabbing the strap and sliding it down along your shoulders. you gasped feeling his cold hands fondling your breast.

you whimpered when he flicked it and gripped it harshly, “sunghoon please.” you breathed out. sunghoon clicked his tongue.

“be patient slut.” he snapped. you but back your words and hummed. he lowered his head to your breast, and finally you felt his hot tongue on them. he sucked them hungrily like he’s been waiting to do this for a long time. loud moans and kissing noises were heard.

you squirmed and cried out when he let go of them with a ‘pop’. he took off his jacket and shirt revealing his toned body. you pouted when you couldn’t feel his abs since his hands were still holding you down.

he grinned when he saw you trying to release from his grip, “i told you to be patient didn’t i?” he rasped. you nodded your head, wanting to be good. he chuckled darkly.

you suddenly felt a hand on your core and that’s when sunghoon started rubbing alongside your folds. you let out a squeal when he dipped his hand in your underwear and rubbed your clit.

“sunghoon ahh~” you cried out. he prodded around your hole before slowly dipping a finger in. you felt a shooting pain and tried closing your legs.

“if you can’t take a finger, how can you take my dick?” he asked so casual. you felt your cheeks go red. you slowly tried relaxing, feeling the stretch burn.

slowly, you felt him go in and out causing you to let out a quiet moan. when sunghoon noticed you were feeling good, he added another finger in making you squirm.

soon enough, three fingers were already inside you moving back and forth. your loud moans sounding desperate. you felt your orgasm coming and tried signaling sunghoon. he didn’t stop when you felt your legs shake as your orgasm went right through you.

you let out a desperate breath when he let his fingers slip out. you watched him lick his fingers clean with your cum. you blinked twice and squeezed your legs together. he let go of your wrists and began to unbuckle his belt and slid his pants and boxers down.

you let out a gasp seeing how big he was. there was no way he could fit. he hissed when he touched his dick and let out long strokes. you gulped seeing his pre cum seep out. letting your mind take over you for up and crawled towards him.

he eyes you confused before he felt your smaller hand grip his dick. he let out a groan and threw his head back. you stroked it slowly up and down before licking his pre cum. you hummed at his salty taste.

you didn’t know where your confidence was coming from, just seeing him so open to you had you thinking strange. you opened your mouth and engulfed his dick. sunghoon jerked forward a bit at the sudden warmth and gripped your hair.

“agh fuck, just like that slut.” he groaned. you moaned around his dick and sucked it harshly. his mains turning you on more. as you were about to finger yourself, sunghoon gripped your hair.

“don’t you fucking dare.” he growled. you whined, but didn’t move a muscle. you felt him tensing up indicating he was gonna cum soon and stroked his balls. a few seconds later you felt hot sperm in your mouth.

he let out a drawn moan and slowly let go of you. you took his dick out your mouth and swallowed his cum. he watched you intensely and wiped his cum off your lips. he lifted his fingers towards your mouth. you sucked on them until there was no more left.

he didn’t give you time to speak before you felt yourself being pushed back with your pussy in view for him. you let out a scream when you felt his dick enter you without warning.

he started thrusting into your pussy without giving you time to adjust. your eyes rolled back feeling him deep inside you, “s-sunghoon! oh fuck!” you screamed out. sunghoon just hummed and kissed your cheek.

you suddenly felt another orgasm coming already and wrapped your arms around his neck, “i-i think i’m gonna c-cum.” you stuttered. sunghoon cursed and wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing it as a warning.

“you cum, i’ll overstimulate you.” he sternly said. you let whined moan. how can you not cum when he’s fucking you so deep? his pace didn’t falter one bit. you felt like it was going to be eternity until he cums.

sunghoon groaned feeling you squeezed around him trying to hold your orgasm. you felt his dick pulsating and before you could let out another word, sunghoon beat you to it.

“cum for me bitch.” he whispered in your ear. you felt your orgasm hit you hard. you mouth fell slack when he took out his dick and stroked it on your stomach until his cum spurred out.

you both let out heavy breathing until sunghoon put on his shirt and jacket. he went to the bathroom and wiped you off before putting on his boxer and pants. he helped you out with your clothing too until you were dressed.

as you both stood there in silence, you suddenly heard someone knocking causing you to jump, “everything good here?” someone asked, it was jake. your eyes widened and you looked over at sunghoon who expression was unreadable.

before you could say something sunghoon went towards the door opening it. jake backed up and looked surprised.

“oh shit, my bad sunghoon. i didn’t know you were in here-“ jake sentence cut off when he saw you behind him, “oh? hey y/n?”

you awkwardly waved. sunghoon looked back at you and turned towards jake. he walked past jake not giving another word out, leaving you there alone and shocked. what the hell?

jake stared at you confused, but you didn’t say anything and went out the room too. you made your way downstairs, but didn’t see sunghoon in sight. as you looked around you saw jay holding hands with a girl walking towards you, “hey y/n! this is-“ “where’s sunghoon?”

jay’s eyebrows furrowed, “oh, uh, i think i saw him leave-“ you didn’t let him finish his sentence and rushed out of the house. you looked around, but didn’t see sunghoon anywhere.

you felt disappointment on your chest and looked to the ground. was he just using you? you took out your phone and looked for sunghoon contact, shooting him a text about his disappearance.

you went back inside the house and told jay you wanted to go home. jay bid his goodbye to his girlfriend and escorted you out to his car.

the whole car ride was silent. none of you guys speaking a word. even when you came back home you left jay in the car and went inside, wanting to sleep.

as you lay in your bed, you sighed and finally let your tears roam free.

you woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. the events of the previous night were still fresh in your mind, and you felt a pang of anxiety as you recalled what happened yesterday sunghoon. you sighed and stretched, trying to shake off the lingering tension.

as you made your way to the kitchen, you found jay sitting at the table, sipping on a cup of coffee. he looked up and gave you a small smile, “morning," he greeted, his tone gentle.

“morning," you replied, trying to muster a smile in return.

jay studied you for a moment before speaking again, “jake told me you and sunghoon seemed upset about something. is everything okay between you guys?"

you felt a lump form in your throat and shook your head, "i don't really want to talk about it right now," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

jay nodded understandingly, “that's okay. you don't have to talk about it if you're not ready." he paused, taking another sip of his coffee, "actually, i was planning to go to the mall today with my girlfriend and jake. we thought it might be fun to hang out and take our minds off things. would you like to join us? it could be like a double date."

you hesitated for a moment, considering his offer. the idea of spending time with friends and getting out of the house sounded appealing, “yeah, i think i'd like that," you agreed, feeling a small sense of relief.

jay's face lit up with a smile. "great! we'll leave in about an hour. take your time getting ready."

you nodded and headed back to your room to change. as you dressed, you couldn't help but think about sunghoon. you hoped that some time apart would give both of you the space to cool down and reflect on what had happened.

an hour later, you found yourself in jay's car, with his girlfriend in the front seat and jake sitting beside you in the back. the drive to the mall was filled with light-hearted chatter and laughter, and you felt your spirits lift as you listened to their banter.

when you arrived at the mall, the four of you wandered through the stores, stopping to browse and try on clothes. jay's girlfriend, hana, was sweet and friendly, and she quickly made you feel at ease. she linked arms with you as you walked, chatting animatedly about the latest fashion trends she took an interest too.

jake kept the mood light with his playful teasing and witty remarks. you found yourself laughing more than you had in days, and the tension from the previous night began to melt away.

at one point, you all stopped at a café for a break. as you sipped on your iced coffee, jay leaned in and gave you a reassuring smile, "i'm glad you came with us today," he said softly, “sometimes, a little distraction is all we need to feel better."

you nodded, feeling grateful for his understanding and support. just as you were gonna say something, your eyes wandered across the room and landed on a familiar figure.

sunghoon was there, sitting at a table with a girl. they were deep in conversation, laughing and smiling, completely absorbed in each other. your heart sank, a cold wave of realization crashing over you. it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, and the once comforting warmth of the café turned into a stifling heat.

as if sensing the your gaze, sunghoon looked up and their eyes met. for a moment, time seemed to stand still. you could see the surprise in his eyes, quickly followed by something else—guilt, perhaps? the girl with him noticed the change in his demeanor and turned to see what had caught his attention.

you quickly looked away, your heart pounding in your chest. the moment of peace was shattered, replaced by a whirlwind of emotions. you stood up abruptly, leaving your half-finished latte behind, and hurried out of the café, the sound of sunghoon's laughter still echoing in their ears. he’s never laughed like that towards you.

the sight of the girls behind, you knew she had to be pretty with the way her hair looked smooth and straight. her clothes fitting her body perfectly. you felt tears in your eyes after finally knowing that sunghoon was just using you.

you walked briskly down the street, your mind racing. you didn't know where you were going; you just needed to get away. the sound of footsteps behind you made you quicken your pace, but a familiar voice called out your name, stopping you in your tracks.

“wait! please, just wait!" sunghoon's voice was breathless, and when you turned around, you saw the desperation in his eyes.

“what do you want, sunghoon?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

“i can explain," he said, stepping closer. "it's not what you think. she's just a friend, i swear."

“do you think I'm stupid?" you shot back, anger and hurt lacing your words. "i saw how you were with her."

before sunghoon could respond, you heard another set of voices approaching. jay, hana, and jake appeared, looking concerned.

“what's going on here?" Jay demanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked between you and sunghoon, "why have you guys been acting like this?"

“it’s not what it looks like," Sunghoon started, but jay cut him off.

“then what is it?" jay's voice was rising, and you could see the frustration building. "you two have been acting weird for weeks, and now this? i thought we were friends sunghoon!”

jake stepped forward, trying to defuse the situation, "let's all just calm down and talk about this."

but jay wasn't having it, "no, i want to know the truth. are you two...?" he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, "there's nothing going on between us, jay. sunghoon and i are just friends. but seeing him with that girl... it hurt."

jay looked at you, his pissed off expression slowly fading slightly, "why didn't you tell me you had feelings for him?"

“b-because i knew you would be mad. and because sunghoon doesn’t like me in that way." you admitted, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. you felt embarrassed and guilty.

sunghoon stepped closer, his eyes filled with regret, "i'm sorry. i never meant to hurt you. i should have been honest."

you look up at sunghoon teary eyed. before sunghoon could step closer towards you, jay cut him off, “get the fuck away from her.”

everyone stared at jay in shock. he’s never cussed at any of his best friends, “i trusted you sunghoon and jake to not go after my sister for so many reasons and that’s the first thing you do? until she explains everything to me from a to z, you’re not coming to my house. you’re not gonna speak to me or her until you get your shit together.” he demanded.

he left without a word while hana followed him. jake stared at both of you pitying before following along. you slowly got up and walked past sunghoon. before you could walk away, sunghoon softly grabbed your wrist.

you met his soft gaze, “i’m sorry for everything.” he whispered. you didn’t say anything and left him alone. it was your turn to walk out on him.

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