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Yours Truly (Pt. 1)

Requested By: Some of you!

Pairing: Jisoo x Fem!Reader

AU: College

Word Count: ~ Part 1 -> 9,786 // Part 2 -> 7,433

Warnings / Misc. -- Pining, Angst, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I finally have a few days off, so we're back to our (semi) regularly scheduled programming with this fic! I really hope you enjoy it; lmk what you think :)

PS ~ Once again, I had to split it into two parts to appease the Tumblr Overlords.

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1.) A Day In Class

Where does true beauty come from?

Is it strictly based in someone's DNA, rooted entirely in the attractiveness of their features? Or is deeper than that; does it extend from their soul? The very essence of stardust and personality that makes them them? Is it in how they interact with others? How they carry themselves?

You, being the wannabe philosopher that you are, love hearing people's answers to those questions. Every response is unique in its own way, altered depending on the person asked, and you find that to be one of humanity's most wonderful qualities. Like snowflakes, we're all different; as such is our definition of beauty. It lies in the eye of the beholder, subjective in its nature, and you find that comforting. Just think: if 99% of the world's population found you unattractive, 78,000,000 would beg to differ.

Though, for one person, you're sure those rules don't apply. She's objectively beautiful, and no one even attempts to pretend otherwise.

Who, you may ask? Kim Jisoo, of course -- head of your school's student council, resident girl next door, and keeper of your heart. She's poised in every way, and refined to the point that you question if you're even deserving of knowing her. Humor and kindness radiate from her no matter where she goes, so it's really no surprise that so many people love her.

A tap on your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts, and you turn to look at your best friend. "Yo, Y/N. What did you get for number 32?" Jeong asks from his seat in the row directly behind you, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Your history professor likely wouldn't take kindly to being interrupted during his lecture, so you choose to show him your answer instead of responding out loud.

Jeong thanks you and continues to work on the activity you finished nearly 15 minutes ago, leaving you to half-heartedly listen to your professor. You're a good student, but even you have a limit to how much monotonous speaking you can handle in one sitting. As his words drone on, you roll your neck -- intending for the action to relieve some of the tension in your aching muscles; you're in for a surprise, however, when you lock eyes with none other than Jisoo herself. She offers a warm smile and wave, and the innocent actions send swarms of butterflies to take flight in your stomach. After sitting there for a moment, dumbstruck by her beauty, you snap to and return the gesture, making her giggle quietly.

Huh. So that's what angels sound like, then.

She turns back to her work after a minute, flipping the page every so often as she follows along with the lesson. You take note of how her eyes dart across the materials laid out on her desk, how her fingers mindlessly flirt with the edge of her sleeve in contemplation when she gets to a question that stumps her.

Never have you ever found yourself in such inner turmoil before. The sight before you begs to be seen -- to be admired -- but class continues on. As much as you try to fight it, your resolve eventually crumbles; foreign concepts now falling on fully deaf ears, you allow yourself to be entranced.

2.) Out In The Square

A Few Hours Later

Throngs of people stretch out before you, everyone making their way to various parts of campus as the blazingly hot sun beats down on them. Some run like their lives depend on it -- likely having overslept or missed campus transit -- while others take their time, catching up with friends and gossiping all the while. The soft pfft of sprinklers set up across the sections of lawn around you can be heard, going off every so often, and occasionally they're followed by the shouts of some unfortunate people getting soaked.

"You're so lucky, Y/N," Jeong groans from behind you. A grimace sits on his face as he flips through the pages of his Trigonometry book, looking for the reference graphs again. "No more classes for the rest of the week and you don't have any more assignments to finish? Remind me again how to become a teacher's pet, please." You roll your eyes with an amused smile, leaning back on your elbows to talk to him.

"I'm not a teacher's pet, Jeong. I just do my work on time instead of partying every night." He picks up a leftover piece of bread from the picnic basket that sits to his right and tosses it at you in retaliation to your little remark.

"I don't care what you say, those parties are always epic. One of these days I'll convince you to come along."

You shake your head, knowing there's no way you'd willingly attend one of them. From his stories, all those "epic" nights consist of is ridiculously drunken beer pong, sweaty people doing jello shots, and regrets.

"Not in a million years, loser." You say adamantly, not letting him trick himself into believing he's capable of swaying you.

With one last muttered phrase of, "we'll see about that," he returns to his studies, and you turn your attention elsewhere.

Scattered light filters in through the leaves of the tree you're sitting under, wrapping you in a blanket of warmth as your eyes scan across the crowd again. The sight brings to mind an idea that always fascinates you: everyone you meet is busy creating their own stories, writing and rewriting new possibilities and endings for themselves with each new choice they make. You can hear snippets of their conversations -- see instances of some having their best days while others are living through their worst -- and it really puts things into perspective. Although we may appear as side characters in those books of life that others are writing for themselves, we have no idea what they're going through at any given moment. So, you believe, that makes it all the more important to leave a positive impact on them; whether it be a kind smile, holding the door, or even a simple compliment, you're determined to have your legacy be one rooted in kindness.

Speaking of kindness in human form…

There she is, you think to yourself, feeling that all too familiar pitter patter of your heart pick up. Jisoo exits Building C, where her latest lecture just ended, and rushes down the stairs with her books in her arms. She's studying to become an actress, as far as you know, and you can't help but smile at the thought; she'll make an amazing star someday.

You watch as she meets up with 3 other girls, whom you immediately recognize as Lisa, Rosé, and Jennie, and they eagerly bounce their way over to the refreshment truck that one of your school's clubs had been so considerate to hire. It's the perfect day for a cold treat, after all.

Jisoo's dark hair flows in the gentle breeze that rolls in, looking like silk as it rides the currents. She's gorgeous in every way, and you can't help but be smitten; besides, it's not like you're not alone in your pining. She practically has the entire student body wrapped around her finger.

"Y/N, don't forget to blink. You're staring pretty hard," Yuqi says, raising up onto her elbow beside Jeong. He laughs with her, but his eyes remain glued to the notebook paper he's scribbling his work onto.

Your eyes dart away following her statement, and you know you've been caught. "I thought you were asleep," you bite back, attempting to hide the blush of embarrassment that's quickly flooding to your cheeks.

"I was, but I guess my intuition as your best friend woke me up. It's my mission in life to tease you."

"So I've gathered," you sarcastically smile at each other, making stupid faces like always.

"You love me," she flips her hair over her shoulder, appearing self-assured with the smirk that tugs at her lips.

"Do I though? I don't know sometimes..." she socks you in the arm, making you chuckle.

"All jokes, babe. Don't pout," you pinch her cheek until she grins, and then she begins telling you all about the dream she just had.

----

Jisoo leads her gang over to one of the nearby tables, making sure to choose her seat strategically. A special someone caught her attention earlier, as they have from the moment she first laid eyes on them months ago, and she hasn't been able to fight the urge to admire them. She watches as they laugh along with something their friend said, tilting their head back as the cheerful noise rings out. She finds herself smiling along, imagining what it would be like to make them laugh like that; it's a uniquely wonderful sound, and she can't help but adore it.

They lean across the blanket they're sitting on and dig through a picnic basket, retrieving what seems to be a sandwich packaged up in plastic wrap. One of their friends exaggeratedly thanks them, tackling them to the ground in a messy hug with a shout of gratitude that even Jisoo can hear from across the square.

"Earth to Jisoo!" Jennie says, raising her voice slightly as she snaps her fingers in front of the unnie. The former jolts back to attention with a little jump, clearing her throat to gather her thoughts.

"You know, you could always go talk to him. I've heard he's sweet." She tells the other girl, noticing the look of longing that's befallen her features.

"Yeah, Joy has Art with him on Thursdays. I think his name's Jeong or something like that." Lisa butts in before taking another lick of her ice cream.

Despite being so smart, the girls are really oblivious sometimes; Jisoo wasn't looking at him at all. She was looking at you.

She doesn't know if now is the right time to tell them that, though. She hasn't officially come out to them, but she isn't afraid that they won't accept her -- she just wants that moment to be special, and sweating in the middle of the campus square doesn't seem like the golden opportunity that she's been hoping for.

"Just eat your treats, knuckleheads." She concludes, taking a spoonful of the shaved ice she opted for instead of ice cream. The truck had multiple types of treats, with all kinds of different toppings and flavorings lining the walls.

"Okay…" Rosé trails off before adding, "but don't say we didn't try to help when you start wishing you had said something later." Jisoo uses her spoon to lower the one that Rosie had raised accusingly at her, reassuring the girl that she'd be fine.

She knows it's a lie, though; as the 4 of them later toss their trash in the bins and make their way to the student council room, Jisoo sneaks a last wistful glance at you, wishing she would've had the courage to start a conversation.

3.) One Step Closer

Friday, 1:34 PM -- A Few Days Later

"Hey, Minji. How many do we have today?" You wave at what kids have already been dropped off, your presence making their little faces light up with joy.

Your coworker responds from across the room, tossing a couple stray toys into their labeled baskets to keep the space tidy. "10 or so, I think. The last ones should be arriving soon." You nod and take off your coat, setting your things in one of the small cubbies against the wall just beyond the entrance.

"Y/N!" A small voice shouts from behind the counter, hidden from view. You smile deeply when you realize who it is, and you quickly dart around the corner to say hello. His chubby hands cover his mouth, but they do little in hiding his adorable grin. "Seungbum! How's my little munchkin?!" He squeals and runs into your arms, giggling loudly when you pick him up and spin him around. His dark hair sways from side to side with the movement, the slight waves sticking out in random places. A few seconds later, he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls back to look at you, settling into your secure hold.

"Can we play when Jia gets here? I promised her I'd show her the new trick I learned, but I wanna show you, too."

You smile at the sweet sentiment. "Of course, buddy. As long as you eat well at snack time, we can play however much you want." You raise an eyebrow at him, showing your authority, before saying, "I saw you put your veggies in your pocket last time and skip to dessert, so it'd better not happen again." He lowers his head after realizing he had been caught, and a hint of redness flushes his cheeks in embarrassment.

"Okay Y/N-yah."

You tickle him to make sure he knows you aren't mad at him, and soon he's laughing again. "Now, go wash your hands and get settled at the table, please."

"Yes ma'am." His tiny sneakers squeak against the floor as he races off towards one of the lowered sinks that borders the kitchen wall, and you shake your head with a smile.

Not even a second later, you feel a soft tug at your pant leg, and you turn around to find the source.

A head of brilliantly auburn hair is the first thing you see, and its shade compliments the child's outfit perfectly. "Hi sweetheart. Are you new?" You squat down to the young girl's level, noting how she shyly toys with her fingers as they rest in front of her. She nods, the movement so subtle that you almost don't notice it.

"My name's Y/N, and that awesome lady over there," you lean closer to her and point towards your coworker, "...is Minji. You can stay with us today, or you can play with the others, okay?" She nods again, her mannerisms letting you know just how shy she really is. Gently taking one of her hands, you hold it and look at her with a reassuring smile, asking, "Will you tell me your name?"

"I'm Aera." She meekly says, only maintaining eye contact for a second or two.

"That's a beautiful name," you compliment, seeing progress as she lightly smiles at your words. "And I love your bow," you add, touching the delicate material that rests near her ear, nestled into her straight locks. It has cherry blossoms and butterflies on it, all vibrant and neatly colored.

"Thank you, I picked it out myself." She perks up a bit now, raising her head to look at you with a proud smile. "Wow, really?" You put on an impressed expression, wanting to boost her confidence even more. "You'll have to help me choose one the next time I go shopping, then. You're great at it." The praise makes her chuckle, and her eyes squint into soft crescents in the process.

After stealing a glance at the table where everyone else has already gathered, you realize that they're waiting on you to start. "Alright, Aera, it's time to grab a bite to eat. Do you want to sit with me, or are you ready to be with the others?" You tilt your head to the side, asking the question softly so she doesn't feel overwhelmed. Having had this job for a while, you've gotten the hang of adjusting your behavior to put them at ease.

"With you," she says, growing a little timid again at the idea of mingling with them yet. "That's perfectly fine." You reassure her, smiling one more time before standing and leading her to the room. Her hand remains clutched in yours, wiggling around slightly from the height difference as she looks around.

"Who's ready for some snacks?" Minji asks the group, laughing when they all raise their hands and get excited. Their high pitched voices carry around the room as they discuss what foods they want to trade with each other, and soon everyone is happily munching away. You rub Aera's back sweetly as she eats some cucumber sticks, swinging her feet through the air beneath the short chair you retrieved from the table for her. She looks up into your eyes with a smile, melting your heart with the cuteness of her full cheeks. You squish them before turning away, feeling your 6th sense kick in as you scan your eyes across the rest of the group.

"Seungbum…" you warn, catching the way he's mischievously eyeing the carrots laid out before him on the table. He pokes at one of them and sighs, eventually giving in as he takes a hesitant bite of it. With some more convincing, he finishes the rest of the pack and gets started on his dessert.

----

Honestly, you feel sorry for the birds outside.

They must have had hundreds of mini heart attacks upon hearing the somehow earth-shattering roar of the 10 young kids, all blasting out the side door towards the playground. Some of them automatically race towards the swings or slides, while others approach the basket of toys and sports equipment. Aera, however, hangs back, her entire hand wrapped around just a few of your fingers. "What do you wanna do?" She shrugs, looking around at the different activities that the others are already starting.

"I can push you on the swings, or we could race. There're some monkey bars and a merry-go-round, too, that nobody's using right now." You suggest, hoping to catch her interest with one of them. Her attention snaps up to you at that last option, and she dramatically drops her jaw. "Did you say merry-go-round?" You nod with an amused grin, laughing when she lets out a cute noise of joy. After pointing her in the direction of it, she dashes off ahead of you and makes her way to it, only stopping to make sure you're still coming with her once she gets there.

"Hold on tight, little one." You advise, cheering when she giggles in anticipation. Her chuckles fill the airwaves as you spin the bar around, making sure not to pull too hard and make her too dizzy. You were once a kid, too, though, so you make it a point to add some serious speed every now and then to keep her entertained and happy. You remember playing on these all day when you were her age.

---

"Auntie!" Aera shrieks, excitedly thundering towards the fence that borders the playground. You finish cheering Seungbum on after watching his trick, grinning as he tries to flirt with Jia; she looks impressed. You turn around at Aera's commotion, feeling your eyes practically pop out of your head at who you see standing on the other side.

"How was your day, my love?" Jisoo asks sweetly, leaning over the metal divider to run a hand through her niece's hair lovingly. She still hasn't noticed your presence, and for that you don't know if you're relieved or saddened. Watching her interact with the young girl is quite adorable, though, and you're distracted from your personal gay panic for the time being.

"I've had so much fun. And Y/N-yah said she likes my hair clip! I told you this one was prettier than the one with just trees on it!" Aera says smugly, happy to have her decision pay off and prove her aunt wrong. Jisoo tenses up, not expecting to hear your name right now. Seeing that this is her first time picking Aera up, she had no idea you work at the daycare; though she'd be lying to say that it comes as a surprise -- you're a very warm person, so it's no wonder that you're good with kids.

As per Aera's request, you walk across the playground and join her in front of Jisoo. Now it's your turn to be shy; you sneak a glance at the student council president and immediately feel your cheeks heat up, so you busy yourself by patting Aera on the head. She hugs your leg and settles against your side, causing Jisoo to raise her eyebrows. "I'm impressed, Y/N. She usually doesn't open up to new people very easily."

"Ah, I'm surprised that such a cool girl like her wanted to hang out with me." You tease, tickling her side lightly when she hides behind the material of your shirt. "Do you want to come in and see what she drew today? She's definitely skilled." You suggest, trying not to sound too hopeful as you muster up the courage to look at Jisoo again. She's already smiling at you, a soft sort of adoration shining in her eyes as they rake over your features. She accepts your offer, and you walk over to the gate to let her in. Aera demands that you carry her, so you scoop her up into your arms as you make your way back into the daycare center. Her head sits on your shoulder, and you can feel her playfully making faces at Jisoo the entire way; her tiny frame jolts with each loud giggle she lets out, and the sound makes you smile.

---

"Yeah, she was my sidekick for the day." You respond to Jisoo, continuing your conversation as you watch Aera remove her drawing from the cork board that she taped it to earlier. Displaying the kids' artwork is something that you advocated for when you first began working here, and you're so glad you did; they always get excited to share their works.

"She's a lucky girl, then." She says, doing her best to ignore the feeling of your eyes on her. Focusing on anything other than you is already hard enough for her, but she knows there'd be no hope left if she gives in now.

"Y/N helped me draw this. She doodled Dalgom in the corner," Aera cheerily says, breaking the slight tension in the air as she approaches the table. Most of the other kids have already been picked up, and Minji's watching the handful that haven't.

"It's not very good," you cringe, scratching the back of your neck. You've seen him a few times since the beginning of the year, whether it be on walks across campus with Jisoo, or perched on her desk during "bring your pet to class" day.

"It's adorable; Dalgomie will be honored when I show it to him." Jisoo says with a nod, shutting down your insecurities within a second. You fail to contain the laugh that slips past your lips, disbelief present in your voice as you ask, "You're going to show him?" She looks at you like you have 3 heads. "It would be a disgrace not to."

With a breathy chuckle, you say, "You're so strange. I like it, though."

Jisoo smiles at that, and the three of you discuss all of the fun things you did that day. Jisoo tells you about the classes she had to sit through, and even how she stepped in gum and had to borrow a pair of Rosé's shoes.

---

All good things must come to an end, though, and after about half an hour of talking, it was time to say goodbye.

You lead them out the door and down the sidewalk as per Aera's request, yet again (that child is basically a mini dictator at this point, but she's cute so she gets a free pass). As she rustles around her bag in search of her keys, Jisoo accidentally knocks her earbud case out, sending it tumbling to the ground. "Oh! Here, I'll grab it for you." You kindly offer, stepping past her to retrieve it from the grass. She takes it from you with a word of gratitude uttered in that angelic voice of hers, and you begin your goodbyes upon hearing Minji call your name.

"I'll see you around, Jisoo. And Aera, I expect to see you next week." You wiggle a finger at the little girl, donning a shocked expression when she pretends to bite it. "Can't you tell we're related?" Jisoo asks with a smile, ruffling her niece's hair. "The resemblance is uncanny," you laugh, watching as both of them join in with you.

"Y/N, come on!" Minji whines, sounding like a toddler herself. You initially go to brush off her request in order to spend a few more seconds with the two of them, but when she stands in the doorway, entering your line of sight, you see why she's so desperate for your help -- two of the children still waiting on their parents are climbing on her, about to knock her over at any second. Her face is beet red from the effort she's exerting, and her hair is mussed wildly.

"Oh shhh---" you start, catching yourself when Jisoo widens her eyes at you and goes to cover Aera's ears, "--shiitake mushrooms!" You finish with a nervous smile, gaining a stunned laugh from your crush. "Bye girls; gotta go. I'm on my way, Minji!" You call out like a superhero, running to her aid as fast as your legs will carry you.

Jisoo watches you wrangle one of the squirmy kids off of her and initiate a tickle fight to distract him and give Minji time to deal with the other one. She smiles like a dork at your actions, realizing she would be content with watching you all day. You're a natural with them, and seeing you in action is something she wishes she had the chance to do more often. With that, she turns around and picks Aera up; the youngster nuzzles into her embrace, lazily slumping onto her after having such a tiring day. As Jisoo goes to take a step forward, she notices something on the ground: a piece of paper. It's been folded neatly many times, and it reminds her of the notes she would always pass to her friends back in elementary school. Her curiosity gets the better of her, and she can't resist the urge to pick it up.

"To The Girl Who'll Never Know I Love Her"

Her eyes scan across the words and she unfolds the note, making sure to keep a steady grip on Aera with her other arm. An almost unnoticeable signature is scribbled in the bottom corner, and she nearly scares Aera by squealing in pleasant surprise.

It's your name, curled into the letters that are so uniquely yours; the paper must've fallen out of your pocket when you bent down to get her case earlier.

After buckling her niece into her car seat and climbing into the driver's seat, Jisoo unfolds the note again and begins reading. She's like a giddy kid all over again, and part of her feels bad for giving into temptation. She reasons with herself by promising to give it back to you the next time she sees you, and that manages to rid her conscience of some of the guilt she feels. For now, though, she's eager to see what it contains.

The first thing to catch her eye is a poem written neatly underneath a doodle of a rabbit, likely serving as some sort of label. Everyone on campus knows of her nickname and resemblance to rabbits, and she can't help but hope that your drawing wasn't simply a coincidence.

Poison, is what you are

A bittersweet mix, intoxicatingly beautiful

For one glance from you

Steals every breath I had so foolishly believed was mine to take

For one smile from you

Sends me reeling, falling all over again

She nearly swoons at the words, rereading them multiple times over and imagining you saying them to her. She wonders how the syllables would fall from your lips, which ones you'd stress to alter the meaning into whatever you imagined when you wrote them. Whether or not they're written for her, she may never know; all she's aware of right now is how they make her feel, and how that feeling is one that she never wants to stop experiencing.

4.) Practice Makes Perfect

2 Weeks, 3 Exams, and 1 Mental Breakdown Later

"Coming!" You call out, using all of your strength to push your rolling chair away from your desk and across the room towards the door.

"Y/N L/N, at your service," you say, doing a little bow in your seat. Upon looking up to see who's in front of you, your eyes lock with the same girl who's been living in your mind rent free ever since you met her.

"Jisoo!" You announce a little louder than intended, scrambling up into a standing position before kicking the chair backwards. You wince when it collides with something behind you, filling the room with noise as a few of your knick knacks clatter to the floor. Jisoo has to fight to contain the smile on her lips, pursing them as she looks towards the ground so as to not embarrass you.

It's too late though -- you've already made a fool of yourself, and right in front of your crush, no less.

"What can I do for you?" You ask, finally relaxing your face from its previously scrunched up position.

"Are you busy right now? I have a favor to ask and you might be the only person who can help me out." Her eyebrows raise inquisitively at you, quirking up in that special way they always do when she's focusing in class.

She could ask you to do just about anything, and you'd be agreeing without hesitation; no questions asked.

"N-no, just doing a little studying is all. How can I help?" You'd normally curse yourself for sounding so shy, but she looks especially gorgeous tonight and you can't even blame yourself for it. The fluorescent bulbs of the dorm's hallway fail to even put a dent in the glow she's radiating, and that's no small feat -- those horrible little things are usually capable of making anyone look bad, and yet, once again, Jisoo manages to break the mold.

"Mrs. Choi assigned a rehearsal for me tonight, and I need a peer to score how well I do. I trust you to do it." She says, having no idea how much her words are affecting you.

Review portions of the semester are crucial to every major's success, but arguably none so much as those studying to be actors. The peer and admin reviews that they receive account for a large chunk of their grade, so you can imagine how nerve-racking it would be to put that kind of power in someone else's hands. You're touched that she trusts you with it.

"I'd love to help, Jisoo. Just curious, though: why don't you have one of the girls help? They probably know more about it than me, after all." Everyone knows how close JenChuLiChaeng are, so her decision to choose you is genuinely intriguing.

Shit. For some reason, Jisoo hadn't anticipated that you'd ask that question. The thought had never crossed her mind earlier, when she was preoccupied with convincing herself to come in the first place, so she has to think something up on the fly.

"They're all busy with work. Couldn't afford to lose any precious cramming time, you know?" She says, a hint of nervousness behind the small laugh she lets out. It's uncharacteristic for her, considering she's usually so confident all the time, but you think it's adorable.

"Ryujin's the same way," you tease, turning your head to look at your roommate. She's across the room on her bed, reading through her book as she holds her middle finger up to let you know she heard your comment. "What a sweetie," you coo, blowing a kiss at her that makes her roll her eyes and smile despite herself. She pretends to be hardcore, but after spending the past few months with her you've discovered that she's actually the human embodiment of a cinnamon roll.

"Well," you say, turning back to Jisoo, "when do you have to start?"

She pulls her sleeve back to glance at her watch before returning her gaze to you. "Gotta be back at the dorm in 10 minutes."

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, the inner honor student in you already panicking. "10 minutes?! It's all the way across campus, Jisoo!"

She laughs at you now, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. "I'm kidding; we still have a couple hours. You should've seen your face, though. Priceless."

"That's no way to treat someone who practically has your grade resting in their hands." You say smugly, a little smirk playing on your lips when her jaw drops dramatically.

"You wouldn't dare," she narrows her eyes, referencing the notion that you might give her bad marks because of that little prank.

"Maybe, or maybe not. Perhaps I'll be merciful if you take me to get something to eat first."

"Food as a peace offering? Alright, I can do that."

You smile, doing a dorky little cheer at that. "Okay, I'll be right out; just give me a second to make myself look presentable."

Jisoo accepts your words with a curt nod, but she wants to tell you that you already look more than presentable. When you first opened the door earlier and she saw you in your study glasses, she couldn't help but smile like a fool; you're adorable, especially to her, and she wishes you could see that.

A couple minutes later you exit your dorm and find her leaned up against the hallway wall, her hands fidgeting in front of her. Is she nervous?

"So, where would you like to go?" You ask, pulling the thin material of your jacket over your shoulders. It's lightweight -- seeing as how the weather doesn't call for a large one -- and it feels soft against your skin.

As the two of you fall into step with each other, she responds, "It's up to you, princess. Since I'm at your mercy and all." Her smirk is visible in your peripheral.

The nickname causes your heart to flutter in your chest, thudding around even harder than it had before. "U-uh, how about the noodle place?" You suggest, trying not to cringe at the stutter in your voice. You've heard that she likes chicken and ramen, and that shop is known as the best restaurant on campus for it.

"110%. You know me so well," she says dreamily, batting her eyelashes at you with a silly smile.

"Called it," you retort, brushing your shoulder off nonchalantly. "Now come on, I'm hungry and ready to spend all of your money." Her hand slips into yours when you reach down for it, almost instinctively, feeling like it was meant to be there all along, and you tug her down the hallway towards the elevator.

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"I know! If Mr. Johnson assigns another project like that then I'll politely be jumping out a window."

Jisoo laughs at how animated you are, even having to stop chewing her mouthful of food momentarily to make sure she doesn't choke. She really loves hanging out with you; you make everything fun, and all of the stress she feels on a daily basis seems to vanish into thin air.

"I did pretty bad on that last one," Jisoo adds, grimacing as she remembers her score.

"You literally got a 93 out of 100, shut up." You shake your head with an amused smile, reaching across the table to snatch a piece of gimbap from her plate.

"Hey--" she goes to yell at you, but her phone vibrates against the table, successfully stopping her.

"Hello?" She answers, silently starting a chopstick war with you when you reach for another piece. When the person on the other end begins talking, she stops playing in order to concentrate on what they're saying.

"Did she cancel?" She asks, furrowing her brow as her lips form into a natural pout. She sighs, rubbing her temple gently as the conversation continues. "Okay, I'm out with a friend right now, but you can go ahead and head that way. We'll meet you there. Alright, love you, too. Bye."

You raise an eyebrow, wordlessly requesting info about what new plan you're being involved in. "That was my brother; the babysitter cancelled on them last minute, so we have to watch Aera for a few hours." Jisoo loves her niece dearly, but she can't deny that she wanted to spend the evening alone with you. She's afraid the little girl will steal all of your attention away, as childish as that may seem.

"You're such a good person," you compliment, only to frown when she brushes off your words. "I mean it, Jisoo. You always take care of everybody around you; it's admirable. Now take the compliment or I'll team up with Aera later and tease you."

She rolls her eyes with a smile, saying, "You're gonna do that regardless."

"That's not the point," you pout, stomping your foot on the ground lightly.

"Fine; tis I, Jisoo, the greatest person in all of existence. Happy now?"

"Ecstatic." You beam at her, returning back to your cheery self. "I'll go grab some boxes for us, okay?" She nods, and you scurry off on your mission.

----

Back At Jisoo's Dorm

Images flash across the large, flatscreen TV mounted to the wall across from you, displaying scenes of whatever cartoon the network decided to air right now. Aera isn't being picky; she's content with sitting in your lap, mindlessly fidgeting with the necklace that loosely dangles from your neck as she remains entranced by the screen. Your arms are around her to make her feel secure, and her small frame racks against you with every sweet giggle she lets out anytime a new joke is told by one of her favorite characters.

Jisoo observes from the kitchen, leaning back against the countertop to settle in while she waits for Aera's favorite snack to heat up. She watches as you point to various things on the TV, having her name the ones she knows and teaching her others that she doesn't.

She loves seeing you like this. You're beaming in that special way that sets her heart on fire, and the flames are only fanned when you turn to look at her. Somehow, the sight reminds her of the first time she met you:

It was orientation week -- the beginning of the school year -- and you were taking a tour around campus with some of your friends. You were lucky to have them; you'd only kept in contact with a handful of people from high school, knowing full well that most of those relationships were only rooted in superficiality, never meant to last. But this motley crew was different; they saw you for you, and all of you genuinely enjoyed each other's company. It didn't have the same air of awkward tension as the fake friendships had -- this was real and honest, and you thanked your lucky stars for them on the daily.

All of you had managed to get into your dream schools, and the reality was bittersweet; you'd all be moving away from each other and beginning your own lives, having less and less time for each other in the process. You were beyond proud of them, and yourself, for that matter, but it still hurt to think that they wouldn't be just a few blocks away anymore. That you couldn't just swing by their house to go on a late night drive through the city like you used to. As exciting as your new experiences were bound to be, part of you was terrified; your life up until now had been fairly safe, creating a little security blanket to protect you from all that life had in store, but now you were on your own and the idea was a bit daunting. The memories you made together comforted you, though, and kept the sadness at bay.

"Dude, this place is sick. How did you manage to make it in again?"

"Because she's smart, dumbass. We should be asking you that question."

"Ouch, (Friend's Name), that hurt."

"Do you still have those chips from earlier? I'm starving over here."

"Yeah, here, they're in my bag."

Pockets of separate conversations can be heard from behind you, all of your friends chatting away while you walk ahead of them, map and schedule in hand. The campus is fairly large, and with so many buildings and classrooms it's easy to get confused. You continue walking, running a finger along the map to trace the path you intend to take towards the Help Center.

In your preoccupied state, you don't even realize that you're headed straight for a trash can that sits on the sidewalk, mere seconds away from colliding with it.

A passerby notices just in the nick of time, reaching an arm out in front of you to prevent the accident with a noise of warning. You tense up, not expecting the sudden interruption, and look up into the eyes of your savior. Her dark orbs peer back at you, an innocent gleam in them when she sees your lips slowly tug into a smile.

She mirrors your actions, neither of you saying anything yet. You couldn't utter a word even if you wanted to; her beauty leaves you speechless.

"That was close," she says quietly, only to you. Your friends have almost caught up with you now, still busy with their own conversations, though they'll tease you once they see a gorgeous stranger's arm wrapped around you.

"Thank you," you breathe out, clearing your throat as you take a step away from her.

"Ooh, who's this, Y/N?" One of your friends coos, garnering a chorus of childish "oohs" and kissy noises from the others. Why are they so obnoxious?

You apologetically glance at the girl one more time before turning around to respond to them, but she speaks up before you can.

"Kim Jisoo." She introduces, facing them with a wide smile. It's easy to see that she's done this before; her tone is pleasant and light, not even a hint of hesitancy in it. She's used to being the center of attention; you can tell by the way she carries herself and commands the space.

"I see you guys are taking a tour, right?" She looks between all of you, though her eyes linger on you for a second too long to be brushed off as 'just friendly'.

You nod, saying, "I can't find my last class. It's a Gen Ed one; World History, room 435. The map says it's in Complex D, but the room was vacant when we went by."

She listens intently, paying attention to your every word. "They must've handed out the old maps by accident, then. Mr. Johnson had to move rooms to accommodate larger class sizes. When do you have him?"

You unfold your schedule again, gazing down at the slightly crumpled sheet until your eyes find their target. "Tuesdays and Thursdays, 1PM."

Upon registering what you said, Jisoo does her best to contain the grin that threatens to spread across her face. "Ah, same as me! I can take you to the room, if you'd like. That way you can find it next week." She offers, pleased by the fact that she'll be seeing you more often. Your cute mannerisms have already thrown her for a loop, and she wants to get to know you better.

"That would be great." You let out a relieved laugh, releasing the worry you felt; tours are meant to end within 20 minutes or so, and before Jisoo came you were afraid you'd never find your last class. She's saving the day again, it seems.

"Great, follow me," she smiles warmly, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back to turn you in the right direction. When you give your friends one last glance over your shoulder, you find them giving you thumbs up with smirks on their faces. One of them puckers their lips at you, and you stick your tongue out in return.

You're not sure what they'll end up doing while you finish your tour, though it'll likely involve either skating or eating fast food. They have each other to keep themselves entertained, so you're not worried about them in the slightest. You make a mental note to text them when you're done to meet up again.

Jisoo smiles like an idiot when she realizes what's happening behind her, failing miserably to hide it when you spin back around and give your full attention to her.

"What?" You ask, leaning in closer to her to nudge her shoulder when she looks away, blushing.

"Nothing," she shakes her head, only to be prompted by you again. "You're just cute, is all."

You have to use all your power to hold back the squeal you want to let out at hearing that. Kim Jisoo, as you now know her to be, thinks you're cute? You must be dreaming.

"That's funny, I don't remember turning into a mirror."

"Yah, babo!" She chuckles, not expecting that as she smacks the back of your head with no real force. The two of you share a laugh and continue talking while you make your way to the room.

Beeping sounds from the microwave bring Jisoo back down to Earth, causing the pleasant memory to fade more and more with every incessant signal that cuts through the air. She grabs a couple heat guards and approaches the machine, carefully opening the steaming package and pouring its contents into a big, shareable bowl. Though it may be Aera's favorite food, she'd be damned to not make enough for the two of you as well. After all, keeping her entertained will take plenty of energy.

"Did this princess order one heaping bowl of popcorn or am I at the wrong castle?" Jisoo plays, padding into the room with a bright smile on her face as she looks over at her niece. The smell of her snack snaps Aera back to reality, making her eyes light up with pure joy as she leaps off of your lap and runs to Jisoo. She wraps her arms around her legs, thanking her in that sweet little voice of hers as she gazes up at her aunt with stars in her eyes.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She chants, wiggling her body around in excitement. She lets go when Jisoo goes to walk to the couch, following close behind her like an eager puppy.

She approaches you again, making grabby hands for you to lift her onto your lap even though she's more than capable of getting up there by herself. Nevertheless, you pull her up with a humored grin, watching as she puts her hands in her lap and patiently waits for the two of you to get a bite first. Her ability to follow manners is commendable, though the slight twitch of her lip when she gets a whiff of the food is pretty adorable.

"Dig in," you say around your mouthful of food, locking eyes with Jisoo when Aera jumps at the opportunity to follow your instructions. You never have to tell her twice when it comes to food.

"Yep, definitely related."

Jisoo laughs at your comment, reaching over top of Aera to flick you in the forehead. She shrugs at your pained exclamation, uttering a nonchalant "Sorry, not sorry," as the two of you crack up together.

----

"Y/N, how the hell did you manage to do that?" Jisoo whispers, not bothering to censor herself when she sees Aera fast asleep in your arms. It's not like she could hear her anyway.

"She was already kinda tired when she got here; I just made sure to get that last little bit of energy out with the games. Have you forgotten that I know a thing or two about kids?" You tease, turning to her with a smile when you finish walking up the short staircase.

"You don't understand: usually it takes us hours to settle her down. She's just a totally different person around you."

"Must be my awesomeness."

"Hmm, must be," Jisoo hums, quietly opening her bedroom door for you and watching as you carefully lay Aera down. You tuck her under the blankets with care, making sure to brush the hair out of her face and adjust her pillow a bit. Jisoo leans against the doorframe, adding the scene before her to her list of reasons for loving you. Seeing you in such a domestic situation gives her baby fever, and she has to push the persistent feeling away.

"Ready?" You whisper with one last look over your shoulder, giving Jisoo your undivided attention once you confirm that Aera's alright.

"Let's do it," she says, pulling the door to but not latching it. The two of you will be in the living room, just down the hall, and you want to be able to hear her in case she needs something. So responsible.

You take in the dorm as Jisoo leads you towards your destination, amazed at how much bigger it is than yours and Ryujin's. This one has separate rooms equipped with their own personal bathrooms, a decent kitchen, and, of course, a living area. Clearly, having ties to the school and being president of the student council come with some major perks. Your socked feet pad against the hardwood floor, and you close what little distance is left between Jisoo and yourself to press your body against her back, wrapping your arms around her. She lets out a little noise of surprise, but doesn't protest; she tucks one of her hands into your clasped ones and uses the other to rub your forearm.

A few moments later you plop down onto the couch and get comfortable on the cushions. Jisoo digs around in her bag that leans against the tv stand, searching for the script of her upcoming production. Her shirt rides up slightly, giving you a perfect view of her beautifully sculpted stomach, and her skin looks ethereal as it glows in the soft lamplight of the room. Embarrassed for admiring her in such a way, you avert your gaze, failing to notice how she subtly bites her lip as she approaches you; she planned that little show, and it worked.

"Okay, so here's the scoring sheet," she hands you a semi-formal looking paper, along with a pencil and clipboard to use as a stabilizer. "I'll be reading from the first few pages on my own, but I was wondering if you'd fill in for the male lead for some of the other parts? It's a lot easier to get into character if I have someone's energy to feed off of."

You smile at how cute she sounded with her little rambled request, and nod. "Of course, Jisoo. I doubt I'll be any good, though." She releases a sigh at that, happy to have you agree; her plan is coming along nicely, but there's always room for things to go wrong.

"I'm sure you're better than you think."

"Stop sucking up, Chu. Flattery won't make me raise your grade," you warn, pointing the pencil at her sternly. Your tone sends a shiver down her spine, though it goes unnoticed by you.

"Let's just get started." She concludes, doing her best to keep from getting too flustered under your already watchful eye.

----

Her show is well underway, caught somewhere towards the end of act two, and you're enthralled by the performance she's giving. The paper that once rested in your lap is marked up with comments of praise and proud annotations to accompany your high scoring, though now it lays forgotten about on the coffee table, serving no purpose any longer. You finished all of the required sections necessary for your peer review, and now you're just enjoying the journey that Jisoo is continuing to take you on.

You look back up into her eyes after reading off the lines of the character you're filling in for, looking completely unskilled next to the pure talent that she's exuding. She stands from the couch, looking down at you with an exasperated expression as she remains in character.

"You don't get it!" She raises her voice slightly, though not loud enough to wake Aera. Even while in the intense mindset she has to be in for her character, she keeps one foot in the reality of this world, making sure to behave appropriately.

"Enlighten me, then." You stand and retort, shifting a bit closer to her after reciting your line.

"Only when I'm with you do I feel true happiness. Your kind eyes bring me comfort like no other; I'm safe in your arms. For you, my love," she pauses, her eyes brimming with tears from the emotional words she's spent so much time rehearsing. "...there isn't a thing in this world that I wouldn't do." Your breath is held tightly in your throat, and your hands subconsciously grip onto the material of your jeans.

Only now do you realize how close the two of you have migrated to one another; she's merely a breath away, so close you can feel the warmth radiating from her. You swallow thickly, feeling your nerves come alive with every second that passes in heated silence, neither of you knowing what to do now. You've lost the desire to read your next line, and she doesn't seem too upset by that fact. Her eyes slowly scan over your features, and the lovesick look in them makes you question if she's still in character or slipping out of it.

After her gaze darts down to your lips and she licks her own without even realizing it, you seriously begin hoping for the latter of the two options.

She searches your face for any sign of refusal as she leans in closer, now bringing her arms up to wrap around your waist and lightly ball the material of your shirt up into her fists. Your hands rest on her shoulders, and you glide your fingertips over her jawline. A singular nod is the last form of consent that you give her before she pulls you closer.

Her lips ghost over yours, receiving some of the vanilla balm you applied earlier; her breath hitches when you tug at the collar of her university sweater, teasingly taking her bottom lip between your teeth. She wants to savor this moment, so she fights against her urge to dive right in and get lost in you.

Within seconds, she's kicking herself for that decision.

"Auntie? Y/N?" Aera calls sleepily from just around the corner, making the two of you spring away from each other. When she appears less than a second later, you realize how close you had been to getting caught. Jisoo refuses to meet your gaze when you look towards her, and that simple action disheartens you a bit.

"Hey, sweetheart. Bad dream?" You ask, using your inference skills after noticing the way that she's clutching her stuffed bunny close to her chest. Her lip trembles as she nods, and the sight breaks your heart. Quickly, you pick her up again, assuring her that she's safe and that you'd slay any monster that dared to hurt her, even in her dreams. A small smile tugs at her lips, and she brings a fist up to rub her eye. "How about this: I'll do a quadruple check of the room for you, and stay with you until you fall asleep. Sound good?"

She utters a tired, "Yes, Y/N-yah", before laying her head on your shoulder and waving a goodbye towards Jisoo as you take her back to the room.

Four sweeps of the room and one fight with a ghost later, you tuck her in again and lay a sweet kiss to her forehead. "Love you," she mumbles lazily, making your heart melt. Kids say that phrase quickly, without even realizing the weight that it has, but you're always glad to accept whatever they imagine it to be. Whether she loves you for playing with her, tucking her in, or defending her honor against imaginary monsters, you don't really care all that much -- she loves you in the ways that she knows how, and that's all that matters.

"I love you, too, Aera. Sleep well." You tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and settle against the wall, prepared to come through on your promise.

----

"Hey," you start, albeit a bit awkwardly.

"Hey," Jisoo returns, pushing her leftovers from the restaurant around her plate half-heartedly. You approach the marble countertop that she sits behind, silently begging for her to look up at you.

"Should we talk about earlier?" You quietly ask, picking at imaginary imperfections on the surface of the countertop.

"What about it?"

"We practically kissed--"

"It was in the script to do so, Y/N." She says, finally looking up at you. She sounds a bit hostile now, like she's getting defensive for some unknown reason.

"Oh," the simple utterance is all you can manage, seeing as how your brain is running a mile a minute. You want to ask if it meant anything else to her -- if she would've taken it farther, had Aera not walked in -- but you don't. Her tone serves as enough of an answer, and you're not sure you could stand to hear her verbalize your fears anyway.

"Well I guess I should go, then." You retract your hand and put it in your pocket, realizing how stupid you were for thinking she could like you back. She doesn't; she was just in need of a helping hand tonight, and you offered that. You shouldn't have tried to turn it into anything that it wasn't.

Hearing the disappointment in your voice makes her want to confess right then and there, but something still holds her back -- some force is yelling at her to keep her feelings hidden for fear of rejection. "I can drive you."

You shake your head. "Nah, it's okay. I'll have Ryujin come get me. You can't leave Aera here and I wouldn't want to have to wake her up just for you to drive me across campus." Jisoo agrees, realizing that she didn't even think about that at first.

"Goodnight, Jisoo." You say, heading off towards the front door. She returns the gesture, reminding you to be safe as she locks it behind you and watches you dial up your roommate's number. Before long, she pulls into one of the parking spaces in front of the dorm, and the two of you drive away.

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BONNIE & CLYDE | pjm

Pairing ; criminal! Jimin x criminal! y/n

Genre : angst, nsfw (16+), crime au

Warning : alcohol consumption, kissing, graphic murder (pretty gory but some might find it isn’t, idk)

Plot summary :-

“you make this world a little wild, and we shout through crowded streets, turn up the noise and make it loud, and let the world fall at our feet,”.

The story of you living a reckless life with your boyfriend, Park Jimin as the most wanted criminal couple in the big city of Seoul. Inspired by Yuqi's Bonnie and Clyde and also the story of Bonnie and Clyde itself.

[next]

The atmosphere in the nightclub located in the center of Seoul is very noisy with the presence of young people dancing on the dance floor, enlivened with lively songs and colorful lights flooding the dark room. The smell of alcohol filled the space mixed with the smell of sweat from those who were still fiercely dancing at the middle of the club.

Meanwhile, in one corner, there was a woman sitting alone in a drinks bar accompanied by the alcohol she had ordered before. She was seen staring at another man who was also sitting not far from her sitting spot. The man who was also aware of her gaze turned around and carved a sweet smile, making the girl to shyly blushed. She then sipped on her drink to relieve the embarrassment before she got startled by a voice that suddenly greeted her out of nowhere.

“Are you new?” He asked.

His voice dripping with honey, not too deep and not too feminine as it’s sounds a bit raspy to her ears. A seductive smile and droopy eyes staring at her that had her heart beating a little bit too faster than usual.

“Kinda. I always want to try the alcohol here,” she said. He then stares at the glass in her hand.

“Martini. Nice one,” He complimented. “Whiskey sour is my favorite,” he added, showing her his half empty glass. She just smiled before he lifted his glass, signaling her for a cheer which she then clashed her glasses with his.

“What’s your name?” He asked first before sipping his drink.

“Yerin,”

“Cute. I’m Jimin,” He reached out for a handshake. Yerin happily accept it but when she about to pull back, Jimin tighten the grip of his hold while staring deep into her face, causing the girl to get flustered, especially when she saw the way his pupil dilated and get darker as he darted his tongue out to wet the bottom of his lips.

“I wonder if you’re…single?”

Her back slammed against the brick wall before Jimin once again hovered her to attack her lips for another messy, rough kiss. Yerin let out a breathy moan, her hands wrapping around his neck to deepen the kiss.

“Jimin, Jimin!” She tapped his shoulders for attention but he didn’t seem to listen when he continued to french kissing her like there is no tomorrow.

“Let’s get a room, yeah?” She suggested after she managed to get him off from her for a while. He pouted. “But I can’t wait any longer,” He whined.

Yerin blushed. “It’s embarrassing to have people watching,” She replied while looking around the alley. It was dark but anyone could freely walk in to them so she rather doing it in a closed area. “I will rent a room and I’ll let you do whatever you want, okay?”

Jimin’s lips curled into a mischief smile and nodded. He gets off to let her walk out from the alley towards the open streets but after like one or two step, her way got blocked by someone, judging from a strange silhouette in front of her.

“Who-“

Yerin looked up and saw you, standing in front of her with switchblade in your hand, pointing towards her. Her brows connecting in a confusing manner.

She recognizes you. You are the woman sitting next to her at the bar back then. She remembers you ordering beer next to her and silently drinking while Yerin still busy having her great time with Jimin before.

But why are you suddenly show up like this? Pointing a knife at the base of her throat in a threatening manner like she doesn’t even know you!

Yerin doesn’t even get a chance to scream because you had slashed her neck open with the switchblade, the blood splatter on your black dress and some even landed on your face too.

The woman collapses lifelessly with her eyes still wide open. You breathe out meanwhile Jimin stepping out from the shadow with a grin.

“That was beautiful, baby!” He applauded, referring to the gruesome image in front of him. You sent him a glare before let out a grunt while walking away, earning a confuse look from your boyfriend.

“Hey! At least get her wallet! Gosh,”

Jimin get into the car after he managed to retrieve the wallet and some jewelry belongs to their previous victim and he saw you wiping the remaining blood on your face, even trying to erase the red lipstick painted on your lips but Jimin was quick enough to stop you from doing so.

“Why are you trying to ruin your lipstick? You know I like it,” He whined, lips jutting into a disappointed pout.

“Uh huh. I know. That’s why I wear this for you but I always ended up seeing you kissing someone else. So, what’s the point?”

You tugged your wrist back while Jimin drew a smile. “Come on. This is not the first time we doing this. You kissed and seduced someone else too. Fair and square, isn’t it?”

“You think I enjoyed it!?” you barked.

“Woah, chill their babe. Okay, I’m sorry, okay?” He apologized, bringing both his palm together in an apologetic manner. You instead glared at him, brows still creasing together.

“Fuck you!” Your snarl doesn’t intimidate him at all that he replied with a wide grin since he knew that you didn’t mean those words at all.

“I love you too,” he reached out for your face to cup them in his palm, squishing your cheeks gently that even you automatically leaned in for more contact since you’re too used to his affectionate touches.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” His whisper makes your eyes flicked up to meet with his face, at the same time making your expression to soften as soon as you met with the pretty face of him.

“Yes please,” With a nod, you answered. He didn’t let you wait for any other second as he crashed his plump lips on your soft one. You quickly buried your fingers into the his light blonde locks, messing them a bit while your lips busy moving in sync to his kiss as if they just found their rightful home.

When he arrived at the scene, he could see group of people circling around the area. Seokjin padded his way towards the crime site, carefully slipping in between the crowds who chattering and whispering at the sight of the forensic team busy taking photos and collecting evidence.

“Captain Kim,” Seokjin immediately turned around when his underling coming from behind. Namjoon then handed up some pieces of photos to him. It was the photograph of the victims and some close up to the wounds that was believed to be the cause of her death.

“Victim known as Shin Yerin, 26 years old was found dead by the bartender of the nearer club this morning. The body has been brought to the forensic for autopsy. They however assumed that the victim had been slit in the neck by a sharp weapon, thus being the cause of her death. After a few more research, victims also lost her jewelries and purse which led it to a murder and robbery case,” Namjoon summarized everything he could get from his early investigation.

“I believe the crime was committed by the same persons,” He added. Seokjin pursed his lips.

“It’s definitely them,” He sighed. He obviously was talking about you and Park Jimin.

You and Park Jimin are the infamous criminal partners that are currently being at the top of the police wanted list. Based on some witnesses, both of you are known to be a pair of attractive that would seduce their victims, lure them into a quiet spot to brutally murder them – by slashing their neck – before proceeding to fled along with valuable things belongs to the victims.

“This is their fourth victim, Captain…” Namjoon said with worries painted all over his face. “We can’t let them roaming around any longer. They will put more people in danger,”

Seokjin was silent for a while, staring at the chalk outlines that used to mark the original position of the dead victim.

“What did she do in her past?”

Namjoon let out a sigh, as if he knew what is running in his head when his superior began to throw that question. Namjoon flipped the notepad in his hand to read another information he has written down before.

“Shin Yerin, has a history involving hit and run case. The case happened around 2 months ago where she ran over a 12 years old boy. The boy died. She was arrested but later was released with no specific reason. I believe it involved bribery,”

Seokjin smirked. “Heh, I knew it,”

One thing he are sure about this couple is that they didn’t target just random people. Majority of their victims are people that have criminal past that most of them managed to get away from getting the punishment they deserve. For example, their previous victim is a man in 50s, whose the occupation is a teacher at one of the private schools in Seoul. He was once reported to have sexually assaulted some of his students, both boys and girls but he was freed from being sentence as they said that he lacked of evidence.

A week later, he was found dead in a car with his pants half undone other than the familiar slash on his neck which obviously, it was your doing.

Namjoon let out a low grunt which it immediately distracted Seokjin. “But it’s still doesn’t justify their actions, Captain. Murder is still considered as murder. Those are crimes and they need to be charged over it!” Namjoon exclaimed.

“You know something about them, isn’t it, Captain?” The younger squinted his eyes at him. “You are the only officer that managed to see their face. Why you didn’t give out their details when we ask for your testimony?”

Seokjin glared at him with brows a deep frown. “I told you that I barely saw their face. I don’t know how they look. Do you really think I’m lying? You doubt me?” The older guy had both his palm on his hips while staring deep into Namjoon’s soul.

“I’m sorry, sir. I did not mean to offend you. I’m just making sure,” Namjoon lowered his head, cowering at Seokjin’s sharp stare that didn’t stop from penetrating his face. It made him realized that he probably has spoken something he shouldn’t. Seokjin snorted.

“Whatever. Send reports on my table once they are done with the autopsy. Call me if you guys need anything,” Namjoon nodded. Seokjin turned his heels around as he slowly walking away, with Namjoon bowing at him while telling him to have a safe journey. Seokjin quietly fishing out his phone out of his jeans.

He slammed the door of his car shut once he entered it with his eyes still glued to the screen of his phone. It was shown that he was calling someone with “***” saved as the ID of the mysterious person. Seokjin quickly pressed his phone on his ears while eyes looking out if anyone is watching him at the moment.

Hums and giggles can be heard throughout the air. Clothes can be seen scattering on the floor of the hotel room and there’s also two figures hiding under the thick white comforters before one of them decided to pop out to take a breath after being confine under it for a long period of time. Jimin later on followed that he appeared on top of you just to cup your face and smooched your lips again and again.

The kissing got interrupted when your phone on the nightstand rang but you decided to ignore it by letting Jimin proceed with the making out, not even bothering to shove him to answer the call or anything.

But as the time goes on, the ringtones start to irritates your ears that you told Jimin to hold on so you could check on whoever the hell that was bothering you at the moment. Your eyes rolled when you see the ‘Captain Busybody’ ID popped up at the top of your screen. You never felt this confident when rejecting someone’s call, especially from that person.

“Is it him?” Jimin asked. You nodded, lips pouting.

“Ignore him,” He dived into your naked collarbone to leave another mark even though your skins are already full with his love bites he made from last night. But you never complain, instead you enjoyed the way his lips trailing down your skins, making it way to your stomach, lower and lower.

“Yeah, Jimin. Please eat me out, will you?” You demanded, inviting a Cheshire like grin on his lips.

“Of course, m’lady..”

You leaned back on the pillow, relaxing your body and let Jimin do his work when another ringing breaking the moment, making your eyes to shot open. An annoyed groan emits from your throat as you rolled to get the phone and answer it because if you don’t, he will definitely not letting you leaving in peace.

“What the fuck do you want?” No hello or hi, you straight growling at Seokjin. The male’s guess was right though.

“Sorry. Did I bother you?”

“You always bothering me. Are you not aware of that?”

“Is Jimin with you?” His question makes your eyes moving lower to look at your boyfriend who just came up to comfortably lying on your chest, one of his hand fondling with one of your boobs, treating them like a stress ball. When he saw you looking at him, he just draws an adorable smile without saying any words.

“He is. Now, what do you want?” You replied lazily.

“We found another bodies today,” His unimportant information makes you to rolled your eyes once again.

“Okay and?”

“You two did it?”

“So, what if we did it? That woman is one of the scums on this Earth too. Sleeping with your higher ups in return for a jail bail. She deserves to get her neck slashed by me,” You glanced at Jimin who obviously was proud by your witty answer. But, of course, Seokjin was not having it.

“You still can get arrested, y/n. You are literally one of the most wanted criminals right now along with Jimin! Do you ever plan to stop?”

“Blah, blah. Are you done? We are busy right now. If that’s what you want to talk about, I’m hanging up,” You wish you could throw your phone away and let Jimin fuck you senselessly like what he supposed to do.

“I’m being serious, Y/N!”

“So am I,” This time you sat up a little bit but your boyfriend still clinging on your chest, burying his face into your skin despite you have those annoyed frowns on your face since he know, the frowns aren’t made for him.

“Look, Seokjin. We broke up ages ago. Back then when you barely care about me as you are busy chasing your dream to be a police officer. Now, you got what you want and I’m happy with my life too,” Seokjin scoffed at your last statements.

“Your life? Your life as a criminal? Are you happy with that?” His question earned him a chuckle.

“Yeah, so what? I chose this. I don’t care about your nags or if you disagree with my choice, just stop sticking your nose into my business like you are my mother. We are supposed to be done long time ago!” You ended the call with a loud grunt before tossing them to the side of your bed. Jimin’s snuggling into your neck made you to close your eyes and taking a deep breathe to soothe your anger.

“You alright?” Your boyfriend brushing some strands of your hair that were sticking on your face. You nodded, drawing a tiny smile at him. He never fails not to make you feeling calmer everytime you look at those eyes. The eyes that deceive lot of people despite on how innocent they look.

“Yeah. You know, Seokjin just bothering me like what he always does,” You let out a sigh while brushing your hair back. Jimin smiled as he once again snuggling into your skins like a cat which only make you to giggle when his breathe tickling your skins.

“Understandable. I mean, I, too, wouldn’t stop bothering if you looking this gorgeous,” You burst into a laugh when his ticklish touch spreading to your sensitive spots on your neck that make you to fall your back on the mattress where even Jimin immediately get on top of you.

You stuck your tongue out to licked on your bottom lips as your palms running down his bare chest, your fingers dancing on the inked skins at his abdomen.

“I love you,” You whispered. Jimin tilted his head, lips never stop smiling at you while he rests his forearms above your head to support his weight. He somehow didn’t respond you right away to planted a soft kiss on your lips before he finally whispered something against your lips.

“I love you too,”

A/N : This is pretty short bcs its just introduction to the characters haha next chapter would be a flashback to y/n’s early backstory

#jimin #bts #bts smut #park jimin #bts jimin #jimin imagine #bts imagine

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iladkaren · 3 years ago

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REBIRTH #5

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre(s): Action, Fantasy, Romance

Summary: After one too many glasses of wine, Y/N wakes up as Empress Y/N Berius from her favorite story. The oppressive Empress Y/N will soon meet a brutal end at the hands of Taehyung, the captain of her personal guards. Y/N must find out a strategy to stop the coup d'état in three days. She chooses to reach out to a group of loyal subjects Empress Y/N exiled, but will her method work? Or would the empress’ unexpected change in conduct arouse rebel suspicion?

Background music: Giant by YUQI

A/N: I don’t own “The Rebirth of a Tyrannical Empress”. This is loosely based on that webtoon. Feel free to leave a like and a comment!

#1 #2 #3 #4 #6

Phew...

...it's tough.

It's as though my body doesn't belong to me!

Oh, that's not my fault...

After becoming Empress Y/N, the only positive thing is that I get to have a maid all to myself.

Count Namjoon, by the way, is a wonderful guy.

This man was born in a different nation.

Instead of compromising, he kept his ground against the other nobility.

In addition, he was the first to gather evidence against Duke Hyun-suk.

It's quite difficult to display courage...

Duke Hyun-suk has incredible clout.

He has the audacity to stand up to someone who is now seated on the throne.

He had his eyes on me.

His military prowess outweighed his knowledge of Duke Hyun-suk and he made the decision to turn around the existing scenario.

That explains why my pulse quickened.

In spite of the fact that I've been working so hard on it, my position is still difficult to accept.

To put it another way: "It's not very convincing." Says Namjoon, as he rests his hand on his chin.

"Duke Hyun-suk was exposed because of your prior tyranny in gathering evidence. That much is unquestionably true." I responded with a casual smile.

"I'll only take half of it at face value." Namjoon comes back with a response.

I squinted my eyes in disbelief and uncertainty.

Ultimately, you're indicating that you won't trust me.

But isn't this what one would expect in light of what Empress Y/N has accomplished?

I make a groaning sound.

Assuming I'm not acting on impulse, the count may ask whether I'm actually thinking about attacking Duke Hyun-suk right now.

Namjoon breathes a sigh of relief.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to state the obvious. As a sinner, I can't help but feel this way."

"Speak."

"I'd have died anyway. Because it would be one of your whims, whether you murder or rescue me, I won't thank you."

Huh?

If this is the case, shouldn't your words be, "Your Majesty, you've saved my life, thus I'll serve you going forward."

He had an expression that reads, 'You may kill me if you want, but I'll die anyhow.'

On the other hand, is it truly safe to do this?

It's possible that if he been faithful, his shoulder would have been heavy.

In an effort to refocus my attention and prevent me from daydreaming, Namjoon says, "Your Majesty. You're trying to get something out of me."

"...yeah." Was all I could muster in response.

"If that's the case, that's all I care about. My willingness to use and be used by you is unlimited as long as our interests are aligned." He fumbles with his specs as he speaks. "I hope you don't expect me to be loyal," he said.

Really out of the box thinking there, I'd say.

It makes no difference. From the outset, I had no intention of making this personal.

It's a mutually beneficial arrangement.

He won't betray me since he isn't faithful.

When Emperor Y/N died, he worked very hard for the nation.

As a result, I feel weighed down by his steadfastness.

I like to negotiate a working contract with him and lead the way.

To be successful, it's helpful to have a coworker or a partner.

I'm sure it will all work out in the end.

People with a little bit of notoriety. There are more than a few individuals like this, but I truly hope some of them are in the Tower of Exiles...

First thing I did after waking up was to pull the rope to summon Dahyun.

"Your Majesty, did you just wake up?'" My translucent bed curtain lets in a glimpse of a young woman with blue hair.

"...yeah."

Yesterday, I had a different maid, although she's really different from her.

"Can I roll up the curtains?"

Her voice is warm and welcoming.

There are a number of people returning to the palace who believe I was right, but who aren't quite sure whether or not the empress, who was formerly an oppressor, has changed.

They're clearly in love with you, and it's clear to me, Empress Y/N

I looked around, and the maids were visibly uncomfortable.

It seems, however, that my apprehensions have not been completely dispelled.

Nevertheless...

I'm delighted you were able to make it out to see me.

When I came to, I took a deep breath and waited. I look around the room.

No!

Nonsense.

Why is Jimin not here?

~~~~~~~~~~To be continued~~~~~~~~~~

#bts #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #ot7 x reader #ot7 x yn #ot7 x you #isekai au

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sevlgi · 4 years ago

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photograph

requested: no

group: (g)i-dle

pairing: shuhua x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contents: college!au, photographer!shuhua. [4/33]

warnings: none

synopsis: An accidental photo of you gives Shuhua a mission to find the love her life.

a/n: none

word count: 0.9k

Shuhua didn’t believe in love at first sight until she accidentally took a photo of the most beautiful girl on earth.

Well, that’s almost completely a lie- she’s always been a bit of a hopeless romantic, and she’s loved the idea of love at first sight forever. But she didn’t think it could ever happen, at least not to her.

She wasn’t even paying attention to what she was taking pictures of; the assignment in her Photography class was to simply photograph her surroundings. To be honest, Shuhua thought that it was a stupid assignment that she couldn’t get anything out of.

As she went through her camera that night, though her jaw fell open when she saw you, standing unassumingly right in the center of a shot. Scruffy hair, messy clothes, and no makeup didn’t set you apart from all the other students around you, but the sunlight hit your eyes in a way that was perfectly mesmerizing.

Just like that, it was settled- Shuhua’s going to find you. After all, love at first sight can’t just be ignored.

“Why the hell are you putting up missing posters?” Soojin frowns, bending so that she could view the poster correctly. “These are useless, they don’t even have a name.”

“That’s cause I don’t know her name,” Shuhua shrugs, stapling another one to a bulletin board. The only information on the photo is the picture she took of you, and her own name and phone number, in case anyone was kind enough to actually call. “I want to find out.”

The older girl straightened up, staring skeptically. “Seriously? Why’re you trying to find her, anyway? Do you know her at all?”

“Nope!” Shuhua announces cheerfully, picking up a fresh stack from her bag. The posters surprisingly didn’t cost much to make, though any amount would’ve been worth it to satisfy her curiosity. “I took a photo of her, and I think she’s pretty, that’s all.”

“You’re so gay,” Soojin sighs, picking up her own backpack. “Well, I’m off to class, good luck finding your true love or whatever.”

Completely missing the sarcasm, the shorter girl answers, “Thanks!”

Not a single person calls or texts for nearly 2 weeks, to Shuhua’s disappointment. Her posters are all still there, too- nobody bothers to take them off, so maybe it’s just that no one recognizes you.

When she finally gets a text, she’s so overjoyed that she opens it right in class, as her professor drones on about Cartesian planes.

Unknown Number [2:09] who are you and why are you putting up missing posters about me?

You [2:10] hi!!!

You [2:10] my name is yeh shuhua, i accidentally took a photo of you and thought you were pretty

Her cheeks flame at her own honesty, but she stares at her phone, hoping a reply (a.k.a. a quick release) comes soon.

Unknown Number [2:11] that’s it?

You [2:11] yea, should there be more??

You [2:11] could we go for coffee or something? i might have to use your picture for an assignment, maybe we should meet first

Unknown Number [2:11] are you not in class right now?

Shuhua ignores the nudges of her class mate Yuqi beside her, elbowing back as she types.

You [2:12] anything for true love!

Unknown Number [2:13] that’s cheesy

Unknown Number [2:13] but alright. let’s meet at the cafe on campus in 20 minutes, I assume you know what I look like

Unknown Number [2:13] and by the way, my name is Y/N Y/L/N.

“Y/N,” Shuhua tests out on her tongue, smiling as she stuffs her phone into her bag and stands up. “I’m going to go,” she whispers to Yuqi, who smiles knowingly and bats a hand. “Take notes for me!”

“Hi,” the brunette smiles as she plops down opposite you and sticks her hand. “I’m Shuhua.”

You look surprised to see her, but your lips curve into a soft, amused smile as you accept the handshake. “Y/N. I’m not going to lie, I thought you were going to be some kind of creepy dude.”

“You’re not disappointed, are you?” the girl jokes, taking out her notebook where she pressed the photo. “Here it is, by the way. The photograph I took of you.”

Warmth seems to spread through her entire body when your fingers brush against hers, but Shuhua tries to hide her slight blush. “Huh. It’s honestly a really good photo of me. Are you a photography major?”

“Nah,” she answers, watching you look over the photo. To be honest, you’re much more beautiful in real life- a camera could never capture the way your eyes sparkle in real life, even in the dim lighting of the cafe. “I really enjoy it, though.”

“What was the assignment?” At the obvious confusion on the other girl’s face, you clarify, “You said you needed the photo for an assignment? What was it?”

“Ah!” Shuhua grins, hands moving as she explains. “I was supposed to take a photo of my surroundings, and I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was taking pictures of. I just wanted to finish the assignment, and- oh, I’m rambling.”

You laugh, the sound a bit louder than she expected but just as pretty. “No, no, it’s cute. You know what? How about let’s order something, and you can explain your assignment to me? I might even hire you to take photos of me next time.”

“Sure,” Shuhua breathes out, unable to hide the grin taking over her face. Maybe there was something to get out of the assignment after all.

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sanababes · 4 years ago

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It All Ends Here

Pairings: female kpop idols x fem!reader

Warnings: NEUTRAL (detective au)

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PROFILE

• Name: Park Y/n (female)

• Age: 18

• Height: 5'8

• Bloodtype: A-

===

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock

The sound of the clock almost lulled you to sleep. Exhaustion was finally taking a toll on your whole body due to the continuous murder cases for the past weeks. You and your teammates were sent to different crime scenes to assist the bureau, and especially to ensure the safety of the city of Seoul.

A sound of glass being placed on the table interrupted your eyelids from fully closing. You looked up to see your trusted partner, Major Song Yuqi. She chuckled at your vulnerable state then took a sit across you.

"It's pretty rare to see you that tired, Y/n." She mocked playfully.

You rolled your eyes out of annoyance and clearly, your day won't get any better.

"Yeah right,"

She gestured you to drink the liquid that she mainly prepared to ease your troubled mind. You casted a look of doubt to your mischievous friend before shrugging your shoulders and sipped on the hot tea. A delightful sigh came out from your mouth as the warm liquid rushed down on your throat.

"Damn, that's much better... Thanks, Yuqi." You smiled gently which made the latter feel contented.

"It's nothing, Lead Inspector."

"Oh! Today's finally the day we elect a new mayor! Who are you going to vote for?" She added while pacing around your room excitingly.

"Huh? I don't know yet..." You replied nonchalantly.

"Well I'm going for Kwon Boa, but don't tell chief though or he'd go spare!" You chuckled at your partner's antics.

Seoul is currently celebrating the election between the mayoral candidates – Choi Siwon (red party) and Kwon Boa (blue party). Both are socialites within the government, with Siwon being the current elected mayor and Boa's aspiring will to lead the city better.

Just then, the door of your office burst open. The two of you immediately rise up and greeted the Police Chief of Seoul, Kim Namjoon.

"There you are, Lead Inspector. I've been searching for you, "

"Speaking of the devil..." You heard Yuqi grumbling under her breath.

You stifled a laugh before welcoming the man inside.

"Well know that you found me, what is it that you want to say, Chief?" Your eyes glanced down to the i voted badge on his chest.

"I'm sure that you guys know that today is an important day! Keeping things secure is our top priority for now, that's why I came here. I want you to go check out the red party's offices because Mayor Siwon has expressed strong fears about the safety of his staffs and I don't want to leave anything to chance." He stated, but you're a little unsure with his sudden firm attitude.

"But chief I've been hoping that we'd be having a day off—"

Yuqi's whine was cut off when the chief yelled out.

"You can't seriously have hoped to be off duty on such a day, Major Song?! Now go and report to me as soon as your team is done patrolling!"

Eventually, you went to the lounge area of the officers with Yuqi tailing behind you and saw your other five teammates chilling without any worries.

"Guys! We'll be heading to the headquarters of the red party, please ready yourselves and we'll leave in a bit."

Sua, Jennie, Joy, Sana, and Miyeon groaned in unison as they struggled to follow your orders.

"Oh stop with the fuss, we are all tired here... Don't worry I'll try to book a week vacation for us." You offered.

Their faces instantly lit up at what you said, causing them to gear up hastily which made you snort.

《at Red party's Headquarters》

You and the girls stepped out from the van then walked up to the entrance of the building.

"Hey Y/n, have you noticed... how tense Chief is acting lately?" Jennie said as she clings to your right arm.

The others immediately agreed to what the older girl uttered.

"I know right, maybe the mayor is putting some kind of pressure on him. I hope it stops after the elections." Sana continued while swiftly wrapping her arm around you.

"We don't know anything about that yet, let's just wait and see."

You finally composed yourself, and as if it was planned, Mayor Siwon appeared with his bodyguards behind him.

"Inspector Y/n, I'm so glad that you girls are here!"

He shook hands with you and the girls looked at him with hidden disgust, unknown to your own oblivious demeanor.

"That goes the same for us, Mr. Choi." You smiled politely.

"Uhm since my headquarters are about to open in an hour or two, I want to make sure everything is safe for my staff's last day of work."

He motioned to come closer to the sealed doors before unlocking them one by one.

"Here, I've opened the doors for you. Please if you can just have a quick look inside, I'll feel safer." You and the girls reluctantly stepped inside the offices.

Your team began to part ways and started to look around the vast hall.

Not even a few seconds had passed, a loud shriek coming from Joy made you dash to her side.

"What's wro– oh shit!" Yuqi cursed as she saw what the latter was screaming about.

There in front of you and the other officers was a man sitting in one of the office chairs, unfortunately, he was shot to death.

"Oh my god! B-but how could this happen, and is that the rookie model, Kwon Jiyoung? What is h-he even doing here?" Joy stuttered due to the terrifying scene.

"I've never liked him at all since he's been involved with some drug scandal, but to die like that and be shot right between the eyes? Damn..." Sua sighed.

Just then, the mayor called out.

"Inspector, is everything alright?" His eyes went wide when he saw Jiyoung's dead body.

"Oh god, I-I swear I had nothing to do with this! I'm innocent and history will prove it!" He exclaimed while starting to walk backwards.

"Calm down, Mr. Choi. We're just going to need to talk to you since Jiyoung was shot in your headquarters, after all." You warned him with your raspy voice.

'Ughh, daddy~' The girls thought except for Yuqi.

( a/n: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

The mayor agreed and ushered you and your team to make it quick.

"Oh God, the press will surely crucify me once they knew about this. We need to do some damage control!"

After calming the man down, you added him to the profile list for being a possible suspect.

You told Jennie, Sana, and Joy to bring the victim's body to the morgue for an autopsy report. The rest are tasked to investigate the crime scene.

"Y/n! I found a receipt, this might be a clue." Miyeon said as you take a look on the faded paper.

It belonged to Jiyoung and it seems like he bought a drink at Lotte Hotel shortly before his death.

"Good job, maybe try checking the hotel after this search? You can bring Detective Jieun with you."

"Yes, Inspector!" She kissed your cheek before going back on finding clues or some fingerprints.

'Why are they so whipped for me...'

===

You and Yuqi are currently talking with the mayor in some private room within the Red party's offices. They are still some questions that Siwon needs to answer to give your team some information.

"Inspector, this cannot be happening! The journalists will have a field day with this if it goes out to the public!" He said and distress was evident on his face.

"I'm afraid that we cannot make this go all away, but I have already informed the Chief. I'm sure he'll keep this case confidential for a lotted time." Your partner reassured the man.

"I can't believe people would do this... Killing a man just to ruin my chances of being re-elected!"

Your brows furrowed at his statement.

"So you are claiming that you were framed?"

He reasoned that Kwon Jiyoung was an avid supporter of his campaign.

"I see, thank you for having time for us Mr. Mayor." You and Yuqi soon left the offices.

《back to Seoul Police Department》

The good news instantly came as the two of you arrived at the station. Coroner Kim Taeyeon reported that the victim was executed cleanly with an extremely precise shot. The killer seems to be right-handed due to the bullet trajectory and definitely knows how to handle a gun.

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KILLER'S PROFILE

• handles guns

• right-handed

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Meanwhile, Miyeon and Jieun just came back from investigating the lobby and bar of Lotte Hotel.

"Y/n, it's confirmed that Kwon Jiyoung came to the hotel shortly before his death. We also picked up a torn ticket, I'm sure it looks promising!" The detective said while handing you a clear zip bag which contains the clue.

"I see, let me try restore it in my office. I'll see you guys in a bit."

You sauntered towards your office and placed the torn pieces of the ticket on your table. You leaned one of your hands on the hard surface before starting to place the pieces together.

You're now down to the last part when someone back hugged you and nuzzled its face into the crook of your neck.

"Y/n~ let's cuddle~" Sana whined which made you chuckle.

"Now is not the time for that Sana-ssi, besides I just finished restoring the second clue." You showed her the finished product.

The girl snatched it from your hold before skimming through the details of the plane ticket. She also pushed you gently towards the table which made you sit on it, the latter smiled then placed herself on your lap.

"It says that this ticket was brought under Kwon Jiyoung's name. And this is a one-way ticket to Hawaii! Why he would even purchase such kind of trip?" Sana pouted as she turned her face towards you.

"You're right. As far as I know, Jiyoung's sole goal in life is to be a bona fide member of Seoul's exclusive luxury community. He'll never have left for some tropical islands..."

"The credit card number used to buy this ticket will help us understand everything! ...Oh no, it's badly printed... can you help decipher this for me Sana unnie?" You asked cutely.

"O-of course, I'll be done in no time!" You saw her blushing which made you smirk internally.

"Thanks, I really appreciate the help." You pressed a kiss on her forehead before leaving the latter flustered.

Your phone suddenly rang as you pressed answer, not even bothering to look at the name of the caller.

"Yah Park Y/n! We still need to have a chat with Kwon Boa, I'm barging in any second!" Yuqi exclaimed.

You groaned at her childish demeanor.

"I'll be back in an hour, please do your task okay?" You reminded Sana before finally meeting up with Yuqi.

===

《Seoul City Hall》

The press conference of the candidates just ended a few minutes ago, so you took it as an advantage and greeted the head of the blue party.

"Ah, Inspector Park! It's nice to see you, have you voted yet? After what happened today it seems like my victory tonight is almost ensured!" Boa expressed herself happily.

"Are you referring to Kwon Jiyoung's murder?" Yuqi asked as you watched the older woman in front.

"Hmm, I always had a hunch that the red party is populated with bloodthirsty maniacs. I mean making dreadful deeds just to advance their political agenda... Poor Mr. Kwon being shot at their own headquarters, now I'm sure that the citizens of Seoul will vote for me!"

"Anyways, my campaign has always been based on honesty and morals." The mayoral candidate stated.

You just sighed at her egocentric reply.

"I think that's all that we need to know for now, Mrs. Kwon. We'll keep in contact with you, just in case." You sent her a cold gaze before walking away with your partner.

Yuqi grumbled under her breath before draping her arms around your tall frame.

"These goddamn politicians are going to be the death of me..."

You chuckled on what she said.

"Same... Right now we only have two suspects."

"Yeah, we should close this case as soon as we can. By the way, Officer Chan told me that you should check your email soon. He said the mayor's staff sent you a video recording." Your partner explained.

You immediately grabbed your phone then opened your email.

1 unread inbox

You shared a meaningful glance with Yuqi before opening the said message.

A videotape is played which showed Kwon Boa sneaking into the Mayor's office, presumably right before Jiyoung was killed.

"I can't believe this! It's Mrs. Kwon! We should speak to her again right now–"

"Not so fast, Major Song." Chief Kim appeared with some of the SWAT officers behind him.

"Mrs. Kwon can wait, I want you two to go secure the stand where the election's winner will be announced."

"Huh? But Chief we can't lose time on finding–" you tried to argue, but as usual, you were cut off again.

"Finding Mr. Kwon's murderer is top-priority, but so is the election winner's safety! I'm counting on you Inspector Park, go talk to Boa and don't forget to check out the election stand on the way!"

You and your partner had no choice but to follow his orders instantly.

"Every goddamn time, he always cuts us off!" You whined childishly which is pretty rare.

After a few minutes of walking, the two of you arrived at the wide podium. It has two large posters of each party which is hanged opposite to one another. The guest tables were pretty scattered in front of it due to the neglecting visitors who came to watch the awaited conference a while ago.

"Let's split up, you're with the tables then the podium is mine." You instructed Yuqi.

"Yes ma'am!"

The two of you then started to inspect the area thoroughly without missing a single spot. There were a few plant vases on the stage which didn't look suspicious until you saw one that looked a bit unkempt and the soil was disheveled too.

'Oh! Looks like our killer messed up a little, too bad for him...'

You wore your leather gloves before analyzing the vase carefully. It seems like someone previously dug up a hole and covered it carelessly. A smirk crept into your lips as you shoved your hand in the soil and began to try feel any possible foreign object.

"What are you doing?" You looked down to see your partner doubting your current efforts to find a lead.

"I'm searching for any clues? Duh..."

You suddenly felt a hard item and struggled to have a grip on it. After a few seconds of harsh pulling, you finally hauled a small garbage bag with something wrapped completely inside it.

"Look what I got~" you grinned playfully.

"How the fuck did you–"

"I'm going to bring this to the forensic team, have anything useful too?" You asked while stepping down the podium.

"Uh I got this hidden camera on one of the tissue holders, and then I saw this notebook on the floor. The page is torn so I think It looks suspicious so yeah,"

Yuqi handed the portable camera and ripped notebook to you. She also helped on putting all the clues inside your forensic kit whilst you called for Officer Wooseok to pick you up from the city hall.

"I called for Jennie and Joy to help you talk with Mrs. Kwon again, I'm sure you can handle it without me right? I'll go ahead to the station to get this stuff examined." You bid a goodbye to your partner and told her to wait for the other girls.

'Let's see if the fun starts from now on.'

Part 2 coming soon...

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How was ittt? Its my first time writing with these kind of theme sooo yeah hihi 🐶

#kpop imagines #kpop au #twice #blackpink #red velvet #dream catcher #gidle #bts #snsd #sana #jennie #namjoon #miyeon #sua #joy #yuqi #detective au #ihih

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bettybrants · 4 years ago

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9, 13, 18

man, this has been in my ask box for months, i’m really wildin huh.

9. who are your favorite editors? @snowhites @tophbefong @lilycalloways @allfathers @nomimarks @soothingheart @rosamunqpike @noxdivina @yuqi-s @nedleed @odairannies (these are just from the top of my head)

13. what's something (in your opinion) you're not so keen on? when people ask you about all the footages you used in an aesthetic gif set. like, i understand asking for videos for one or two gifs, but for the whole post? that’s just a no no for me because we need to be creative and have some variation.

18. how do you feel when people put tags while reblogging your edit? answered here (still don’t understand what it’s asking about).

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Bereft • Lucas/ Wong Yukhei x Reader (Part 1)

➢4828 words

➢Thriller, Romance, Angst

➢(Y/n) was considered a nuisance that wanted to get in the way of Lucas’ love for her bestfriend, Yuqi, so she was disposed of in the cruelest way possible. But then, just when she thought it was all over for her, time rewinded for (Y/n). Rewinded enough for her to figure out a way on how to stop Lucas from obsessing over Yuqi, and ultimately killing her. She would do anything just to stop Lucas from turning out the way he was in the near future, if she could.

Warnings: unhealthy dynamics, graphic violence, suicide, dark themes overall

“Please… don’t do it…”

Your voice came out shaky and breathless. His eyes bore into yours-- a beautiful color of dark brown, but still cold, just the way you remembered it.

It shined brightly than ever under the moonlight, silver and sharp, the knife.

“There’s no reason for me not to,”He smiles emptily, teasing the point of the weapon ever so lightly at the skin of your jaw. “We’re almost at our happily ever after. You’re the only one who’s holding us back.”

“She’ll never be happy with you!”You spat at his face, feeling brave. He flinched, then wiped his face with the back of his hand. The three-second silence between the two of you was short, but it felt like weeks. You knew what was about to happen next. You were just not ready.

He then began to laugh. The last courage that you had in your body was gone, and when he met your eyes once more, breathing seemed hard.

He yanked your hair by surprise making you let out a displeased yelp. His face neared yours, as well as the knife.

“You talk too much,”

You tried your hardest to wriggle out of the ropes that bounded your wrists to the creaky wooden chair, but as the point of the knife dug a little bit deeper in your skin, you felt weaker.

Salty tears stung your eyes, looking at his face. It was too bad it would be the last thing you’ll see before you could even warn her. You hated how the corners of his lips curled upward, pleased at your demise. Pleased at how his plan would go as planned.

“Do you know what needs to be done with people with annoying mouths like you?”

You blinked at him. His smile grew wider.

And then he slit your throat.

***

“(Y/n)!”

You opened your eyes and sat up straight. You looked around, only to see a black-haired girl sitting beside you, frowning.

“Yuqi… you scared me,”You sigh, clamping your hand over your chest, feeling the fast beating of your heart.

“No, you scared me,” she says, “I thought you’re going to die in your sleep.”

“What was I doing?” it was now your turn to frown at her. She laughs.

“Wipe the tears off your face. You were crying.”

“What..?”you proceeded to do so, and was surprised to see that she was actually not messing with you.

“What did you dream about?”Yuqi asks, and you paused.

“Something horrible,”you tried to laugh, but then ended coughing for a bit she had to pat your back.

“I actually died in my sleep. Got my throat slit and shit.”

“What the heck, that’s horrible.”Yuqi’s face scrunched up as she tried to picture the morbid image in her head. “Who killed you?”

“I don’t know. You, maybe?” you shrug, before gathering your things and standing up. She followed suit, and just as you two exited the library, the school bell rang, signifying the start of your afternoon classes.

It was the second week of school but it feels like it’s already been months. You’ve underestimated highschool, you thought you would do as well as you did in middle school. But after you got a big fat C on your first math exam this school year, you’ve lost motivation and abandoned all hope. If it wasn’t for your bestfriend, Yuqi, maybe you’ve already requested to drop out and do some homeschooling.

Your heeled shoes clicked against the hallway’s tiles as you made your way to English class in a hurried manner. You two climbed up the stairs and then turned a left, only to bump into someone. More like Yuqi, because she was the one who really collided with this person. Yuqi looked up to glare at the man.

“Hey, watch where you’re going—” she stopped midway and her facial expression softened upon seeing a familiar face.

“The…the new kid! You’re Lucas, right?”

You widened your eyes.

“Please… don’t do it…”

“There’s no reason for me not to,”

“She’ll never be happy with you!”

“Do you know what needs to be done with people with annoying mouths like you?”

You blinked at him. His smile grew wider.

And then,

Lucas slits your throat.

You suddenly felt light-headed, as if you were sleepy. Your vision blurred, everything swayed like hell.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)?”you could hear Yuqi’s voice laced in concern, as she grasped your hand which reached out for her wrists for balance.

You felt sick. You wanted to vomit. But you couldn’t, because there’s something blocking your air passageway. You couldn’t breathe.

***

You were shaken.

You fluttered your eyes open, and colors flooded your vision. You blinked sleepy tears away, and yawned, not surpised to see your mom looking at you with a deep frown.

“What did I do now?”

“You have the audacity to sleep while you parked your bicycle in the middle of the garage?!”

You were suddenly awake, your breath hitching as you realized the mistake you made, and what punishment awaits you.

“I…I forgot all about it,”

“God, (Y/n), what did I tell you about keeping your things organized? Go and fix your bike!”

You sprinted to the door and headed to the garage, obviously trying not to piss her off even more. You saw your bicycle laying at the middle, so you rushed and sat it up, guiding it to the corner.

“Done!”you huffed and then headed out.

As you went out of the garage, you saw the roof of the house next door. Yes, only the roof because the wooden fence guarding the house was too tall for you to see the other house from where you’re standing. The roof had a lot of birds sitting on it. They were cute birds.

“Sweetie!”you heard your mom call you from the inside, snapping you out of your reverie.

“Yes mom?!”you hollered back, going iniside the house.

The house smelled of apple pie. You knew she was baking a lot because the smell was stronger, sweeter than usual you inhaled the scent sharply.

“Do you want to come with me and give this to our new neighbor?”She immediately asks once you set foot in the kitchen, raising a paperbag of what you assumed to be the apple pies.

Coming over to meet with adults is boring. You opened your mouth to say no, but you stopped then frowned.

It seems like this already happened before.

“Yup.”

You don’t know what got into you, saying yes even if you really didn’t want to.

It’s like something was pushing, forcing you to say yes. It’s like, if you ever picked no, you’d be regretting it for the rest of your life.

Ten minutes later you were now standing in front of the house whose roof you’ve just saw earlier—practically everyday, hand-in-hand with your mom.

She pressed the doorbell for the seventh time, and you thought she’d be sick of waiting by now because you REALLY are at the moment, but then the door finally opened.

A kind looking woman greeted you both, and invited you two to come in after she introduced herself as Anna.

The house looked a bit similar to yours indoorly speaking, but different when it comes to decorations. The house was very clean and minimalistic, while yours was just… you know. Messy.

“We’ve actually already eaten dinner already, but I really appreciate the apple pie,”she smiles and takes the paperbag from your mom’s hands.

“You could eat it as a dessert,”You butted in, making the two pairs of eyes settle on you. The lady laughs along with your mom, and then pinched your left cheek, making you wince.

“Your daughter is so adorable! How old is she?”

Your mother caresses your hair as she answers with a smile, “She just turned eight,”

“Eight? I have a son who’s at the same age. Would you look at that,” Mrs. Anna grins at your mom. You frowned.

Huh, that’s weird.

“I don’t remember you having a son.”you muttered.

The two mothers looks at you the same way whenever you start talking about the ghost living under your bed(which is true by the way). You didn’t get why, and you got even more confused when they started chuckling.

“Of course. This was your first time meeting me afterall,”

Huh. “Right…”

“By the way, would you like to meet him?”Mrs. Anna nears the stairs before you could even respond, and you turn to look up at your mom.

“That’s great, Anna,”She smiles happily at her, before looking down at you.

“Go play with him. I’m sure he’s just as nice as her.”

“There’s someone I would like you to meet,”Mrs. Anna shouts, “Lucas!”

The tinkling sound of the chimes hung at the front door seemed clearer and louder to you.

The boy hurried downstairs. His thin and short frame was enveloped by a white shirt and denim overalls.

“Yes, mommy?”

“This is (Y/n),”your mom says.

“Hi (Y/n),”He presents his hand in front of you. “I’m Lucas.”

“…I know.”you looked down, at his socked feet—ignoring his hand.

You can’t bring yourself to shake it—heck, you can’t even look at his eyes. At those dark brown pair of eyes, the last ones you saw before you heaved your last breath.

You were scared. You were scared because you remember. You remember that he would be the one who’ll kill you. But it’s not just that.

You were scared because you don’t know why you’re eight again, and why you’re meeting him now. You were sure that if he was part of your childhood, you would remember. You would definitely recognize him, even if it would be from a long time ago, because you did recognize Mrs. Anna. Mrs. Anna, a kind neighbor and a friend of your mommy from a long time ago. So why…

It doesn’t make any sense.

“She’s just shy,”your mom says, putting a hand on your shoulder. “But she’ll get used to you sooner than you expected.”

Lucas then suddenly grabs your hand, which made you yelp in surprise. He then shook it, and you couldn’t help but notice how he grinned at you.

“Don’t be shy (Y/n)! I’m not going to hurt you.”He assures. “I like girl friends too. But I only have airplanes and cars and guns and Superman action figures, are you okay with that?”

You finally meet his eyes.

Lucas frowns when you don’t answer, and he slowly lets go of your hand.

“…or, if you don’t like playing with toys for boys, maybe you could bring your girl toys…?”

He’s nice.

“It’s fine.”

You could see how his eyes slowly light up in joy and excitement at your words. He wasted no time in pulling you upstairs, into his room that had a bed, a study table, and a shelf that were full of toys that he had mentioned earlier.

He grabbed an armful of toys and scattered it all to the floor. He then sits at the middle, and he beckoned you to do so as well so you followed suit, taking a seat in front of him.

“So, I’d be Superman, and you’ll be whoever you choose but you should probably be my pilot or driver. To escape the enemy, you know…”

He was acting like an eight-year-old, like he was supposed to.

Looking at him right now, he seemed to be a happy and healthy child. You wouldn’t think of him as a person who would grow into a crazed psycho in the future. Why…

“Hey, are you even listening?”

You blinked, and gave Lucas a small smile.

“Ah…yeah. I was just about to pick the airplane. I’d be a pilot,”

“Oh okay,”

What happened?

What turned this sweet cherub into the sick person he was in the future?

***

“Bye!”

You looked at Lucas from your shoulder who was waving frantically after you. He and his mom were at their front porch to send you and your mom off.

You smiled at the boy, your hand tightening its grasp at your mother’s.

“Come back, okay?”

“Okay.”you nod.

You turn your back on him, but then—

“Promise?”he called.

You look at him again. Your mouth was dry.

“Promise.”you said, but it was a whisper. Strangely enough, he still heard it, and he grinned,

wide,

and genuinely.

***

You knew this wasn’t a dream. It has been two months ever since you woke up as eight-year old you. As each day went by excruciatingly slow, you have come to an acceptance of your situation. It was still unclear as to how this happened, and why, but since you’re here, you wanted to have a goal to accomplish.

Why did Lucas turn out the way he was in the future?

While you know that he would surely be the one who’ll cause your death, you still don’t know why would he kill you.

What was his intentions?

You knew that you knew, but you can’t remember. You tried your hardest to go back to that day, to go back your entire highschool days, but everything was blurry.

There were two things that you need to know in the course of ten years.

Ten years. A really long time.

Really tiresome to live out the days you’ve already lived, experience the moments and sensations you already experienced. Still tiresome, but you put all your cards on the table at the alterations that you’ll make.

This was your second chance. A second chance to live, and not get yourself killed by him.

Today was the last day of summer, and you were planning to visit Lucas at his house again—to play, as usual.

A knock on the door startled you, making you drop the rainboot you held.

“Get the door!”your mother yelled from the kitchen, and you sighed, putting on the left rainboot before going to answer the door.

“Hi,”

Speaking of the devil.

“Hello Lucas, I was just on my way to your house.”

You open the door wider for him to enter, and his raincoat-wearing self welcomed himself inside.

“You hang your raincoat over there,”you say, pointing to the clothing rack near the both of you, and he immediately followed.

There was something wrong with him today.

Because your goal is to know when did he harbor such a psychotic mind, you took note of his expressions. Everyday,to the point where you’ll notice the slightest change in his mood. You’d say you know Lucas like the back of your hand now.

“What happened?”you ask immediately, and he met your eyes.

It’s because this Lucas,

“Dad’s home.”

Was very honest.

You blinked. His dad.

You haven’t met him before. But whenever you ask Lucas, his mom, and your mom about him, they only say his dad was faraway, working. Even at your past life, just like Lucas, you haven’t met him either.

“Well, that’s great, isn’t it?”you give him a grin.

He shook his head, and then you frown.

“Why?”you ask again.

“I don’t want him home.”

“(Y/n), there’s cookies in the kitchen--”

The two of you looked at your mother who entered the living room in shock, and she reflected the same expression when she saw the young boy at her house.

“Lucas, I didn’t know you’d be here,”

“…I’m sorry for intruding,”

***

The rain stopped. Lucas leaves the house at five, and you watched him do so from the window. Watched him turn a left and disappear behind the tall wooden fence.

A tall glass of milk and a bowl of cookies still weren’t enough to get decent words out of him.

He wasn’t usually like this, so it was weird. It was easy to make him talk, it was easy to read him, but now it was really hard.

He was never this troubled before.

You didn’t want to jump into assumptions, to conclusions,

But could it be…

***

His father was, indeed, bad news.

You now get why Lucas was so upset.

Three weeks. Since school started, since you last came over to Lucas’ house, since you talked to him.

You see him at school. But he wasn’t approachable-- either because he was surrounded by all these other kids, or because he was nowhere to be found.

You tried to wait for him outside his house to maybe go to school together, but he always comes out with his dad so you end up hiding then heading your way.

You need to talk to him.

“Lucas!”

He looked at you over his shoulder.

You panted, holding on to the nearest wall for support. You weren’t exactly athletic at this age, running was definitely not your feat but you tried to catch up with him. This was the only chance you’ll ever get to talk to him. At the hallway, in the middle of transferring classes.

“(Y/n),”

Short but quick talk. That was the only option you two could have at the moment. What is happening in your household? Answer honestly. That’s what you should say.

You stomped over to him, and he looked down at you. He grew a couple of inches.

“What is happening in your house—”

“Nothing?”

Your mouth was left hanging open, the ghost of your words at your lips. You blinked, and tried to see through his dark brown pupils behind long lashes. But you couldn’t see anything.

“Answer honestly,” You say, louder. But it seemed like it intimidated him as he widened his eyes.

“I…I’m sorry,”he says, before turning his back on you.

“Wait—!”

He winced.

He winced when you grabbed his arm.

Your eyes widened at the same time the beat of your heart quickened.

He was wearing a jacket.

You roll down the sleeve up to his elbow, albeit harshly, because he tried to shake you off. But your determination and resolve was stronger, able to overpower him.

Purple and dark.

His eyes met yours, this time, expressing an emotion you desperately wanted to see for a long time.

The bruises that were on his pale skin bloomed purple and dark, staining. Marking. Telling you a story, and it was the only thing you needed to know everything.

“Lucas…”even your voice was unsteady.

He rolled his sleeve down again, before giving you one last look and running away.

You were left there, at the hallway, in the sea of students scrambling towards their next class, drowning in your own thoughts.

***

“Honey, go back to your room.”

Lucas stared up at his mother. The front door’s handle was being shaken, and a loud banging soon followed.

“No,”he says firmly.

It was always like this. He was sick of it.

“Lucas,”she kneels in front of him, taking ahold of his small face. “What did I tell you?”

“I don’t care anymore.”

“Open the door,”

The both of them snapped their heads toward the front door, the source of the slurred voice. If Lucas knew any better, his dad was outside leaning on it with heavy eyelids.

“Go up. Now.”His mother says, shaking him slightly on the shoulders.

She fed his fear, and now he was running for the stairs. Just as he closed his bedroom door, he heard the front one open. And he’s crying again.

***

A week passed. Lucas stopped going to school.

You thought it was only you, but then you couldn’t even see him go out of the house anymore.

What’s happening?

You couldn’t focus at anything over the course of seven days, as your mind went to him and his family only. Maybe it was because of your age, because your sensitivity heightened and you would cry easily, cry almost everyday but it was just so frustrating, the situation you’re in. It’s even more frustrating because you can’t do anything about it, you don’t.

This morning, you told your mom what you saw a week ago. It turns out she was also worried about the kid and Anna, and she was also worried about you.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t know,”she hugged you, and your tear glands worked once again, making you cry loudly on her shoulder.

You didn’t go to school today. For the first time, your mother didn’t force you to.

What was happening in that house?

You tried not to think too much, but then when you were left alone in your room, under the sheets, alone with your thoughts, you couldn’t fight back the voice in your head.

What if you told your mom about what you saw and observed a tad bit earlier? Would he be saved? Or maybe if you tried harder to communicate with him. Forced him to be with you in school, snuck in his bedroom every night?

But you didn’t, because you were irresponsible, stupid, ignorant, and a huge coward.

You started crying again. This was your last chance. And now you were going to fuck it all up?

What if you’re too late? What if—

You gasped.

Everything suffocated you.

You looked around, and saw your things shrinking. You tried to go to the door and open it but you weren’t able to because it already moved towards you on its own, and so did the other four walls. You screamed as the Earth seemed to close on you, but you couldn’t hear your voice. And then everything turned black.

A loud bang.

You sat bolt upright, and you met eyes with your mom who slept beside you. She was also frowning.

“Mom, what was that sound?”

“I’ll… go check. Go back to sleep”

You watched your mom go out of your room. Sleepiness washed over your eyes, and you fell into deep slumber once again.

“Mommy, what was the loud noise from last night?”

Fruit loops tasted delicious as always. You got a spoonful with milk then delivered it straight to your mouth.

“It…was fireworks.”

“Fireworks?”

“Y-Yeah. Fireworks.”

“Dad, where’s mom going?”

You eyed your mother dressed in a black dress, searching for something in every drawer. Your dad hummed , sending vibrations on your back as you sat on his lap.

“She’s… going to visit a friend hers.”

“But why is she sad?”

“She’s not,”your father says, and you trusted him, even after you saw her bloodshot pair of eyes.

You opened your eyes.

It was going to happen tomorrow morning, 3 am. There was no doubt, it was a fragment of memory from your original childhood.

You got out of your bed, and you rushed down the stairs. You saw your mom at the foot, on the phone with whom you assumed was the police, and you immediately scream at her.

Someone is going to be shot in that household.

“MOM! STOP!”

Without thinking, you swat her phone away from her, and it fell on the rug. She looks at you questioningly, but you held on her waist tightly to show how you wanted her to pay attention to you so much.

You figured why you only knew Mrs. Anna, and why you’ve only met Lucas now.

In your original past, you never said yes to your mom whenever she asks you to come over her friend’s house. That’s why you’ve never met his boy, his husband. You’ve only know Mrs. Anna as the new neighbor who comes over sometimes, but then suddenly, she just…didn’t show up. And your mom would never talk about her ever again.

“Mom, let’s get Lucas out there, now.”

***

When will everything end?

Lucas looks at his leg, and found the newly-formed purple bruise on his calf.

He felt like crying, but he couldn’t. He was tired. He wasn’t a science whizz but he thought maybe it was also because he ran out of water in his body— it’s been a day since he had a glass, and his throat was drying up.

The house was terribly silent. He would go out and check what’s happening to his parents, especially his mom, but his bedroom door was locked from the outside. He assumed that his dad was probably sleeping at the moment.

He misses school.

Even his toys bored him now, seeing it everyday.

He misses playing with (Y/n).

He misses the peace and quiet that the household once had before he came.

“Why did you have to come home…”he whispers.

A loud knock startled him and snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked at the door, expecting another set of knocks to follow right after, and it did.

Only, it wasn’t from the door.

He whipped his head toward the source of the noise, which was at his one and only window.

He saw a familiar face.

“M-Miss (L/n)?”

He went near the window and opened it, letting the afternoon air come inside his room.

“Lucas, we need to go now.” Miss (L/n) offered a helping hand towards him and he looked at it, hesitating. But then his mother’s words echoed inside his head.

“This place is a living hell, so if you have the chance to escape, then escape. Don’t look back. Don’t let anything hold you back, not even me.”

He gulped, before taking the expectant hand of (Y/n)’s mother. Together, they climbed down the ladder and once they got to the ground safely, they both ran. Out of that house’s property, out of that hell.

Lucas saw (Y/n) waiting for them at the porch and when she saw them, her face immediately lit up, and then she cried. Big, fat tears as she ran to hug Lucas.

And then he, too, began crying. He cried into the arms of the two women, the pent up frustration, sadness, and hurt inside him bursting out in the form of loud sobs.

***

“What the hell are you doing, taking in a child that isn’t yours?!”

“He’s being abused, (F/n). What was I supposed to do, turn a blind eye—”

“Then you should’ve just called the cops!”

You hid at the top of the staircase, watching how your mom and dad fought.

Of course it’s your fault. You always feel bad when you see your parents fight, but right now, you don’t even care. Lucas’ life was at stake, and…well… so was yours.

You slowly returned to your room, and saw the expectant-looking boy on your bed.

“Sorry Lucas,”you gave him an apologetic smile. “We ran out of milk.”

He looked disappointed. Well, maybe because you had promised to let him taste the newest variation of milk in the market— strawberry milk, only to return empty-handed.

You sighed, before jumping in the bed with him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“A-Ah! (Y/n)!”he winced, but you disregarded his discomfort and hugged him down.

When you sensed that he stopped fighting back, you giggled and released him, to which made the frown on his face deeper. Once you saw his expression, you couldn’t help but laugh at how funny it was.

“What?”

“Nothing,”you smiled, “That wasn’t the last carton of strawberry milk. I’ll buy you a lot tomorrow.”

Lucas blinked, and his eyes shone hopefully once again. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”you nodded.

“And the day after that?”

You paused. Well, that’s a bit…

You nod. “And the day after that,”

“Lots and lots and lots?”

He’s a bit too naïve. He does know that you still don’t have a job, right?

“Lots and lots and lots.”you nodded. “We’ll keep seeing each other anyway.”

A smile slowly graced his lips. “Promise?”

“Promise.” ‘Only if you don’t kill me in the near future.’

The grin on Lucas’ face.

You wanted to believe in it.

Believe that it had a bright future for the both of you, and that everything shouldn’t be the way it was like in your past future.

That smile would be the start of change.

“Can I hug you again?”Lucas questioned, which took you aback.

“I…o-okay…”

Tomorrow, you’ll mom will call the cops on Lucas’ house because for now, the rest in this household decided on a peaceful night.

***

A loud bang.

You sat bolt upright, and your eyes searched for Lucas who slept beside you. Your room was dark, but you could outline the softly-breathing figure of his. He was still asleep.

You widened your eyes. That can’t be.

Lucas…is here.

You started to shake in fear, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

Why…

Your bedroom door opened, revealing your panicked, scared parents.

“Mom… dad…”

It still happened.

Somebody was still shot.

You were wrong. It wasn’t Lucas who was shot on this day.

Your parents ran up to you and engulfed your crying self into a tight hug. The commotion caused the kid beside you to stir, finally awoken.

You thought you finally did something.

Change, chances…

There wasn’t even one in the first place.

“What… what’s happening?” came Lucas’ little voice.

You cried harder at the realization that your fate might not change afterall, and that you’ll still die in the hands of the same boy who looked at you with sad, concerned pairs of round eyes.

***

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