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CLOUD9 AGENCY ☁ JJK X OC

synopsis. faced with decisions that can change the course of her career, the art director of the cloud9 agency decides it is time to act and reignite the flame she had once lost. and all because of an intern… genre. non-idol au ; slice of life au ; intern!jungkook ◦ fluff ◦ angst ◦ smut pairing. JJK x OC rating. M wordcount. 4.8K warnings. foul words, sad vibes and life not making sense, drinking, arguing, lying, just a lot of different feelings! a/n. after months without being able to form a sentence, I couldn't be more pleased to be able to continue this series. to everyone waiting, thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this rollercoaster! chapters.��4 — 5 — 6

Just as he had promised, Jungkook texted Carolina the day after. He continued doing so the day after that, and the one that came next. Slowly but swiftly, he attained Carolina’s friendship back.

Some days, their exchanges would be as simple as the man sending something funny he saw online. Others, especially when the messages deepen into the night, they would text for hours. They had comfortably conquered a perfect streak ever since that day in Carolina’s apartment.

Today, however, Carolina hadn’t had the opportunity to reply to Jungkook’s message. In fact, her head was in a twist over the message he had sent her the night before. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. Let’s hang out. She was up for it, no doubt. But she already had plans that were impossible to cancel. And if she said so, he would ask. Jungkook was as curious as he was shameless. So, she struggled between simply pretending she didn’t see the message and unequivocally not telling the truth.

Could it really be considered misleading if she was omitting information? In Carolina’s textbook, yes, omitting information was, indeed, a synonym for a bad thing.

Inside Carolina’s apartment, the energy is a mix of anticipation and enthusiasm as she and her friends busy themselves preparing for Jae’s surprise birthday party. Their situation over the last month had turned… complicated, to say the least. It somewhat resembled the chaos that had taken over her home.

Balloons in various colors cover every available surface, some swaying gently in the air while others lazily drift on the floor.

Deo had done the favor of gracelessly opening up yet another bag of balloons, despite the ones unattended at the table, with such force that resulted in them spilling all over, creating a small hazard that Hyori rushed to solve. Lu and Sarah were neatly hanging streamers crisscrossed along the walls, filling the room with bursts of color. They had also raided Carolina’s stash of fairy lights, draping them around the room like twinkling stars, the perfect feed photos already forming in their minds.

A makeshift photo booth had been set up in one corner, complete with an assortment of quirky props and a backdrop adorned with glittering stars and shimmering curtains. “This is going to be a great makeout spot,” Deo muses as she admires the final result, the old curtains brushing on the floor providing full privacy inside.

“My room is off limits,” Carolina says loud and clear for the room of single ladies.

“Noted,” Sarah pretends to take a pad and pen from her jeans back pocket and scribble on it. “Hookups on the balcony and bathroom only.”

“And photo booth,” Lu adds with a smirk.

“Kitchen counter could also be a good spot.” Hyori's giggle sounds far more innocent than her statement and if the girls in the room hadn’t been acquainted with her already, they would be shocked as the words didn’t match the delicate and innocent features of the girl.

The owner of the apartment can’t help but laugh at the witty comebacks of her friends. Drifting away from the photo booth, her gaze wanders deeper into the living room. There’s still a soft smile adorning her features as she surveys the space around her. She’s pleased with what they had done so far, but something was still missing. Determined, she approaches the coffee table, hands reaching out to grasp its edges, only to be met by another pair.

“Let me help you,” Lu’s smile reaches her eyes as they carry out the one-person job.

Removing the coffee table opens up the space for people to move around the sofa and as they rest it near the corner, their hands fall to their hips, admiring their not-so-hard work. Carolina purposely ignored Lu's curious stare on her, focusing instead on the task at hand. However, Lu's intuition couldn't be ignored for long.

“What's up?” Lu asks, her voice soft, contrasting against the backdrop of laughter and chatter. Their eyes met briefly and the girl senses there’s something on Carolina’s mind. “You seem a little lost—more than usual, at least.”

Carolina hesitates for a moment, her smile faltering slightly before she replies, "All good. Just thinking about how to make sure everyone has a good time tonight." Her attempt at reassurance fell a little short.

“You guys okay?” Lu's question hangs in the air.

“Oh, yeah! Peachy,” Carolina tries to brush off the concern, knowing that the photographer would see right through her. The room was too crowded and if a single word from this conversation was caught by any of the other girls present, Carolina would be in trouble. Although everyone meant well, she did not feel like chatting about this right now—or ever, for a matter of fact.

“I won’t press…” Lu sighs, helpless, sensing Carolina’s discomfort. “But you know I’m here.”

The last sentence is barely heard as Deo’s voice calls out from the kitchen. Seizing the opportunity, Carolina steps away.

“Thank God,” Carolina whispers as she reaches the youngest in the room. “What do you need?”

Ignoring the initial comment, Deo goes straight to the point, “We’re out of ice. You should text one of the boys so they can bring it.”

“Why don’t you do it?” Carolina raises her eyebrows, suddenly amused. “You have Hobi’s number.”

“I am currently in the process of getting over him and the feelings I made up in my mind. If you want all your drinks to be warm, don’t ask for ice.” The passive-aggressive phrase is accompanied by an all-aggressive smile. “Also, can I borrow your phone to put on some music? Mine’s about to die.”

Carolina nods and Deo takes the phone. The owner of the device notices as she texts Hobi first before searching for the music app. She rolls her eyes fondly at the stubbornness of her friend. “You should at least give him a chance.”

“Mind your own business,” Deo sings as her eyes scan through the playlists. “He’ll be nothing but trouble.”

As Deo’s about to return the phone, a new notification pops up, immediately catching their attention. jjk.97 sent you a video slides on her screen, a silent reminder of the text that was pending an answer from her end. Despite the turmoil, Carolina suppresses the urge to scream.

Deo remains silent as she waits for action. Just a few nights ago, they had discussed this whole Jungkook and Jae situation. On one side, the latter was dependable and gentle, a signal of safety that Carolina had started to enjoy. He was a sort of human Golden Retriever that always seemed to make her days better. On the other side, though, loomed Jungkook. Despite the pain that Carolina had somewhat managed to forget, Jungkook still had the power to evoke butterflies with his simple, albeit silly, texts.

Without exchanging a single word, Carolina silently navigates through her phone settings, silencing all notifications from Jungkook for the next 12 hours. Her heart feels a little lighter.

“Let’s see if that’ll be enough to take him off your mind,” Deo sticks out her tongue before disappearing into the living room.

“Brat,” Carolina shakes her head before moving into the living room and continuing the preparations for the party.

Not too far from Carolina’s kitchen, Jungkook was at his friends’ apartment. The room’s loud, filled with laughter and chatter from the two tenants, but if he had to be honest with the pair, he hadn’t heard a single word for the past half hour. Sitting on the edge of the couch, phone in hand, Jungkook had been scrolling through TikTok. He would always do this, but he had spent today’s watch time in stealth mode, carefully selecting the best ones to send to Carolina. Their chats would leave the message apps just to be continued on the video platform and he loved it. Teasing Carolina with videos had easily become one of his favorite hobbies and it was his way of keeping the conversation alive, of staying connected to her.

Today, however, there was no response. For the millionth time, he unlocks his phone and glances at his messages. No reply and no bubble signaling typing. She had left him on read and it was gnawing at him. He missed her. He wanted to see her. And he was too close to throw a tantrum.

Of course, every possible scenario had crossed his mind. At first, he assumed she was busy. She fell asleep during their conversation last night and today had a packed schedule. It had happened before. But then he got to thinking about whether something was wrong. And after he had gone through all the probabilities, he started to freak out. Was she avoiding him?

Jungkook’s fingers hovered over his phone screen, contemplating sending another message, when he was jolted back to reality by a sudden snap. Jimin’s fingers were right in his face.

“Hey, what do you think, JK?” Jimin asked, his eyes searching his for a response.

“Huh?” He sinks onto the couch and finds Taehyung looking at him as well. “I wasn’t listening.”

“The plan for tonight,” Jimin clarifies, raising an eyebrow. He hated when he had to repeat himself. “You’ve been zoning out for a while now.”

“Yeah, sorry man.” Jungkook runs a hand through his hair. “I was just… thinking.”

“About the art director?” Taehyung is quick on his feet. He might’ve forgotten the girl’s name, but he sure was curious to know more about her. She got Jungook talking about his feelings out in the open and that was a first in the long years they’ve been friends.

“Yeah,” Jungkook smiles sheepishly just thinking about her and immediately regrets letting his guard down as his friends’ eyes widen and they suddenly become interested in whatever kind of confession could come out of his mouth. “I just… haven’t heard from her all day.”

“Oh, I remember her!” Jimin remarks but he lies. Regardless, he’s excited. “So, what’s the deal with you two? You like her, she likes you..?”

Jungkook hesitates, glancing at his phone again as if waiting for some sort of rescue from it. “Well, we’ve been texting a lot. And I think we got a good thing going. But it’s still unclear.”

Taehyung crossed his arms over his chest after ditching his phone that wouldn’t stop ringing on the coffee table. “So, what are you waiting for? A signed letter of forgiveness? Maybe she’s just busy today and didn’t have the time.” He gets up, rilled up after seeing Jungkook so sadly slouching his shoulder. “Why not just drop by?”

“What?” Jimin and Jungkook ask at the same time, confused.

As Taehyung strides from one side of the room to the other, his hand falls into his pocket, an idea forming in his head. “Yeah, grab her some flowers or some food and drop by.”

“What about our plans?” Jimin whines and Taehyung is quick to dismiss him.

“I don’t know man. I don’t want to come off as too pushy or desperate.” Plus, Jungkook knows that Carolina most likely wouldn’t dig the flowers.

“Dude, you miss her right? Sometimes, you gotta go for it.”

Jimin nods in agreement. “Sometimes all they’re waiting for is a gesture. So, show up and tell her how you feel. It’s been more than time.”

Jungkook looks between his two friends, their excitement infectious. And if he stopped to think about it, it hadn’t been the first time that showing up unannounced to Carolina’s apartment had paid off. “You really think so? What if she’s got plans?”

Taehyung’s phone buzzes on the table again. “Jesus Christ man, who’s trying to catch you?” Jimin comments annoyed at the noise before turning his attention to Jungkook again. “You just gotta roll with it. At least she’ll see you’re serious about wanting to spend time with her.”

Jungkook exhales, “Alright. Maybe, I will.”

“Atta boy!” Taehyung claps him on the shoulder, smirking. “Just be yourself. She already likes you, man.”

“Yeah—yeah, you’re right!” Chest filled with his inflated ego, Jungkook smiles confidently. “I’ll drop by her place later.”

Jimin cheers, throwing his hands up. “That’s the spirit! Now, let’s finish this game, and then you can go win your girl.”

As the game resumes, Taehyung adds, “And remember, if all else fails, just be extra charming. It works for me... sometimes.”

Jimin grins, “And bring food. Everybody loves food.”

The banter continues and Jungkook, amongst the sound of laughter, the buzz of the city outside, and the support of his friends, starts to believe that maybe—just maybe—tonight could be the night he finally tells Carolina how he feels.

Electricity can be felt in the air as everyone rushes to hide. The sound of hushed whispers and stifled giggles fills Carolina’s apartment, blending with the soft rustle of fabric as friends duck behind couches and crouch next to the available furniture.

Carolina’s heart raced widely from the moment she got Jae’s call. She’d lied effortlessly, telling him that, as per usual, she was running late and invited him to wait inside. It was a white lie, but still, it had left her nervous. In reality, she had been nervous about this party and her feelings for Jae for some time now. Everything was a whirlwind of emotions that made her head spin and made her feel lost. The silence in the apartment was almost oppressive, the only sound Carolina was able to make out was her own shallow breathing and the pulse pounding in her ears.

Jae knocks on the door, and Carolina feels like her heart is going to leap out of her chest. She quickly opens it, the darkness inside the apartment swallowing him up as he steps in. For a brief moment, it’s like the world freezes. Then, in a synchronized shout, everyone screams, “Surprise!”

The lights are immediately flicked on, revealing the grinning faces of friends and the vibrant decorations hung around the room. Jae’s eyes widened in genuine surprise, his face lighting up with a joy that made Carolina’s heart swell. Everyone in the room can tell that he is touched by the gesture, and his smile is infectious.

Without hesitation, the birthday boy crosses the room and pulls Carolina into a tight embrace. As his lips met hers, the world seemed to tilt slightly. The kiss was everything one would expect from a rom-com—passionate and heartfelt—, yet something’s missing for Carolina. The room erupts into cheers and Hyori swoons the hardest right by Namjoon’s side.

Carolina can hear the whoops and hollers, the clapping and laughter, but it all feels distant, like background noise. With her mind racing, she notices how Jae’s kiss is warm and soft, his hands gentle as they cupped her face. She is aware of the dozens of eyes on them and it makes her feel exposed and vulnerable in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

Breaking the kiss slightly before Jae does, Carolina’s cheeks are flushed not just from the kiss but from the intense scrutiny of the audience. “Let’s drink!” The hostess tries to act nonchalantly and Jae looks at her with a mix of happiness and adoration, oblivious to her inner conflict. He’s beaming, clearly thrilled by the surprise and the kiss, while Carolina forces a smile, hoping to match his enthusiasm.

The party quickly shifts into full swing. Laughter and chatter fill the apartment as drinks are poured and people mingle. The living room is a blur of color, the decorations the girls had worked so hard on during the afternoon glittering under the lights. The sound of clinking plastic glasses and upbeat music create a backdrop to the best surprise party of the year.

Carolina found herself slowly relaxing as she moved through the party while making sure everyone was having a good time. Deo, Hyori, Sarah, and Lu soon gather around the karaoke machine, pulling her with them.

The opening notes of Wannabe by Spice Girls fill up the room.

Deo took the lead, carrying out the iconic lines shamelessly after only a couple of drinks in her system. Hyori and Sarah danced along, their voices harmonizing perfectly. Lu added her own flair to the performance, twirling and striking poses that had everyone laughing. Carolina joined in but mostly with her phone, as this was a moment she did not want to forget and needed to record it.

Meanwhile, the other guests enjoy drinks and chatting in small groups. The photo booth, as predicted, was a hit. A couple stumbles out of it, laughing and clutching a strip of photos, their faces red from the flash and the drinks. The party’s alive with energy.

As the song comes to an end, the room erupts into applause. And, of course, Carolina and her friends took exaggerated bows, their faces flushed with laughter and exhilaration. Carolina is quick to pass the microphone to the next singers as her body slumps onto the couch with Lu and Sarah by her side, their laughter still ringing in their ears. They lean back, slightly breathless.

“That was amazing! I felt like I was 15 again,” Lu giggles, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Sarah nods, still catching her breath. “I still can’t believe I remember the lyrics. We should form our own Spice Girls tribute band.”

Carolina laughs, outfits already forming in her mind to fit every one of the girls. “We’d be a hit at every party.”

Lu grins, nudging Carolina with her elbows. “Speaking of hits, this party is fantastic. Look at everyone having such a great time. You did an incredible job organizing it.”

Carolina smiles and looks around the party. She easily spots Jae across the room, chatting warmly with Namjoon and Hyori who had run back into the latter boy’s arms. Meanwhile, Deo and Hobi had lost themselves on the balcony, taking cute pictures together, their giggles so loud they occasionally drifted back inside. “Thanks, Lu.”

“You really nailed it, Cece,” Sarah adds, leaning back with a satisfied sigh as she too adored her hard work. “This is exactly what Jae needed.”

Carolina nodded, taking in her words. “I’m glad everyone’s having a good time. I’m going to grab a drink from the kitchen.”

As Carolina returns to her friends, cup in hand, she notices something amiss. The front door to her apartment is swung open, a crude light ruining the party’s ambient. Jae is standing there, looking into the apartment with a curious expression. Standing in the doorway, looking equally confused, was Jungkook, his face twisted into an awkward smile.

“Oh shit,” Carolina’s heart skips a beat, a sick feeling washing over her as she rushes to them. The two boys who had taken over her heart were facing each other without even knowing who the other was. She felt a lump form in her throat as she approached them.

“What’s up, guys?” She does her best to sound casual despite the rising panic.

Jae turns to her, a puzzled look on her face. “I was just about to come find you. Heard someone knock, and then found him at the door.”

Jungkook’s smile falters slightly as he looks between Carolina and Jae. “I tried calling but couldn’t reach you. I didn’t know you were having a party,” He tilts his head slightly and Carolina can tell that he’s trying his best to understand everything happening inside her apartment. “Just dropped by to see how you were doing.”

“Come on in, man! It’s my birthday and this lovely lady over here decided to surprise me.” Jae side-hugs Carolina, his arm wrapping around her shoulders.

“Good thing I brought this, then!” Jungkook hands a bottle to Jae without even looking at him. His eyes are laser-focused, trying to burn into Carolina. She never mentioned this guy before and a million questions were starting to form in his mind. “Happy birthday—”

“Jae.”

“Jungkook.”

They shake hands, the tension palpable as their eyes meet briefly.

“So, how do you know each other?” Jae asks as Jungkook enters and closes the door behind him.

At that moment, Deo appears, her eyes widened by the sudden sight. Before Carolina can even begin to form a word, Deo swings her arm around Jungkook’s and says in the most friendly tone possible, “Through me! JK and I are long-time friends. Come on in, I’ll introduce you to everyone!”

Deo quickly leads Jungkook into the party, her arm still looped through his. Carolina only has time to trade some glances with Deo, silently thanking her for the quick save, before Jae steals her attention yet again.

“Great guy!” Jae is chipper, oblivious to who Jungkook is and what he means to Carolina.

At that moment, it was like time stopped and the lump in Carolina’s throat had gotten so big that it was keeping her from breathing. Things were already bad—she didn’t like the fact that she had been masking it for the past weeks, and now amplified by Deo’s well-intentioned but ultimately disastrous lie, it was gnawing at her insides. She felt like she was about to explode. Her mind was rushing with thoughts and emotions, each one more overwhelming than the last.

Ultimately, Carolina’s biggest wish was to march up to Jae and tell him the truth—about Jungkook, about the lie Deo had just plastered in their faces, about them, and her feelings. She wanted to clarify that, although they’d been having fun and he was a great guy, it wasn’t fun anymore. Yet, to have her peace of mind, she would have to ruin the party—the party that she had painstakingly planned. She had planned every detail to ensure Jae had the perfect birthday, and now it was all teetering on the brink of disaster.

Putting on a brave face, she plasters a smile and nods along as she finally loses Deo and Jungkook in the crowd. But inside, she was unraveling. Pretending that someone had called her, she quickly excused herself, “I’ll be right back,” she said, her voice strained but steady. “Go have fun.”

Carolina refuges herself in the kitchen. Out of all the places at the party, it was the quietest, and finally, she’s able to let out the breath she had been holding. It’s shaky and she tries to dig her nails into the napkins. The facade drops and she feels the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Bringing her cup to her lips, she downs the liquid in one gulp, the bitter taste numbing her from the chaos in her mind. She immediately pours herself another drink. “Get a grip!”

As the evening wore on, the party showed no signs of slowing down. The apartment was alive with a symphony that consisted of laughed and animated music. The vibrant atmosphere was almost enough to mask the tension Carolina felt.

Eventually, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived: the birthday cake. The lights were dimmed, and the room filled with the flickering glow of candlelight. A hush fell over the guests as the cake was brought out, candles blazing atop it. Jae stood at the center of the room, his eyes twinkling with delight as he took in the scene.

As the familiar strains of the birthday song filled the air, Jae reached out for Carolina, pulling her close to his side. He wanted her there, wrapped in his arms, as everyone serenaded him. Carolina felt a pang of discomfort and forced a smile, trying to match the joyous energy of the moment, as she could feel Jungkook’s gaze on her, heavy and intense, like daggers piercing through her.

As the song drew to a close, Jae took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and made a wish. His face lit up with a beaming smile as he blew out the candles, the room erupting into applause and cheers. Carolina clapped along, forcing a smile, but her mind was elsewhere.

Jae turned to her, his eyes sparkling with gratitude and affection. He gave her a quick squeeze, his joy evident in every gesture. “Thank you for this,” he whispered in her ear, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. Carolina nodded, her smile faltering slightly as she glanced around the room.

The guests began to dig into their slices of cake and Carolina took advantage of the fact that everyone’s focus was on the sweet to slip away from Jae’s side.

Carolina steps out onto the balcony. The city stretched out before her, its lights twinkling like a starry sky. Leaning against the railing, her slice of cake droops in its plastic plate, forgotten in her hand. Chocolate cake—Jae’s favourite. She sighs as she closes her eyes, the cool night air a welcoming friend from the heat and noise inside.

“Quite the party you got going here.” Jungkook’s voice startles Carolina. Her hand flies to her chest as the sliding door of the balcony is slammed behind him. “My invitation must’ve gotten lost.”

“What are you doing here, Jungkook?” Carolina’s voice is stern, her patience running thin. It was the same tone she used when they worked together. Jungkook hadn’t seen it often, but each time it happened, he knew he ought to tread lightly.

“I came to check in on you.” His eyes are sincere as he takes a step towards her. “I honestly got worried that something was wrong.”

Carolina huffs at his response, her irritation bubbling over. Of course he did. She turns to face the city again, her back to him.

Jungkook doesn’t appreciate the lack of response so he continues, now standing right by her side, close enough that their arms brush. “Had I known you were throwing your boyfriend a party, I wouldn’t have come, obviously.”

“Excuse me?” The sarcasm in Jungkook’s voice makes Carolina see red. If she could, she would have punched him in the face right then and there. “First of all, he’s not my boyfriend. And even if he was, I don’t remember you being the boss of me, so I don’t have to inform you of anything.”

The answer doesn’t exactly please Jungkook and he presses his lips before gaining the courage to speak again. “You’re right.”

Carolina sighs deeply, fingers finding her temples and massaging them for a while. “You should leave—”

“Do you like me?” Their eyes meet briefly only for Carolina to roll them. Impatient, Jungkook continues, “Or him? Do you like him?”

“It’s complicated.” She replies. “And—again—none of your business.”

Apprehensive, Jungkook decides to face the city. “Do you remember the first time we kissed? In my car, when I took you home?” Carolina hums in response and takes the opportunity to admire his side profile. She notices how he plays with his lip piercing and how much darker than the night sky his eyes are. “I had been wanting to do that for months. I had the biggest crush on you ever since the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

“I—” Carolina tries to speak, but Jungkook cuts her off.

“Then I fucked up and you already know the whole story. My point is that in all that time, I never stopped thinking about you. And now, that we’re friends—can I say we’re friends?”

“Sure,” Carolina bites her lip, slightly flustered at the man’s monologue. Jungkook gives her a small smile.

They are engulfed by silence for a second. “I actually came in here to do more than check up on you.” His head hangs low and he laughs, suddenly feeling shy. “I want to be more than your friend. I want to kiss you again like we did in my car. And after the club. I can’t take you out of my mind. And I don’t want to hide this from you anymore.”

“I appreciate you finally disclosing what you want or what you feel. I really do.” They are back at facing each other. “You have been a pain in the ass to deal with and I hated the fickle thing you made this to be—I made this to be. Because it’s not. and yet I can’t give you more than this at the moment.” Realizing the course of her words, Jungkook can’t help the frown that falls on his features. “It’s not fair for Jae. Or for me for that matter. He’s not my boyfriend but he came close to being something for me, so I need the time to think about this mess. You can’t just barge one day in my life when you’re finally ready and just—you get the gist.”

For a moment, Jungkook is at a loss for words. “I understand that. Yeah—I get it.” He speaks almost in a whisper. “We’ll speak soon then, Cee.”

“Jungkook,” Carolina calls out. He looks heartbroken and it’s painful to see.

“Great party, man.” Jungkook doesn’t look back and his words to Jae who was standing on the other side of the door aren’t accompanied by a smile.

“Thanks!” Jae steps foot outside, confused. “What happened?”

Carolina sighs. Damn surprise parties.

[ chapter 6 ]

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lovhrin · 13 days ago

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𓇻 ॱ˖ H.S.K.T ( FEAT. JAKE SIM )

paring✮ jake sim x fem!reader, idol!au, katseye 6th member reader, fluff, smau, stan twt, yn and jake from this work

#lav’s music 𝜗𝜚 #enhypen #enhypen smau #enhypen x reader #jake sim #jake sim x reader #jake smau #jake enhypen #fem reader #idol au #enhypen x idol reader #kiss of life #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen oneshots

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frobby · 6 months ago

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one of my favorite senarios to imagine to put yukio in is sending him 10 years into the future (with the exwires usually) and everyone from their class are like chill adults including himself working their boring ass exorcist job and hes trying to assert dominance over them as the teacher™ but they're all like bro why so serious?

#somehow in my future au i accidently made only the boys active exorcists im so sorry to all the women in aoex #they all passed but i think shiemi and izumo would leave to persue other passions but still be in ajacent fields #like shiemi still runs her exorcist shop #idk what izumo does maybe she still is an exorcist but shes on leave trying to figure out what she wants to do with her life #cuz so much of her adolescence was focused vengence for her family i think she would be kinda lost as an adult #ive said this a bunch of times but rin isnt actually an exorcist for the same reason izumo isnt #ive been kinda muddy on my own timeline but either he passed and left or he dropped out of school and ran away #i think hes like an independent demon slayer like a contract worker #so he still is basically an exorcist but not sanctioned by the vatican like as part of a mercenary guild or something #but he can still take exorcist missions if he wants to but usually its not worth it so he just helps out yukio or bon on their missions #i think after being a literal terrorist yukio got demoted and lost his license for a bit so hes still the same rank as he is now #but now hes medicated and he went to therapy #he has like no memory of highschool to almost a concerning degree and hes generally pretty muted but is still well liked #bon had a completely normal exorcist experience against all odds actually so did koneko except koneko went back to the myoda #and then shima got scouted for his amazing spy skills and works overseas #sorry shima ur not allowed to be an idol that might be the trigger for the bad end #anyway i think teen yukio would hate adult yukio because he thinks hes not allowed to be normal and happy #this is like the 4th time ive made this post like i said its one of my favorites #the reverse is rin going to the past and like tutoring the exorcist class #nobody wants to do yukio psychoanalysis but me so i gotta step up to the plate #jk theres a lot of good yukio fanfics #blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #yukio okumura #rin okumura

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kvysvdilla · 9 days ago

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𝑩𝑬𝒀𝑶𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

idol/Jk x supermodel/reader -Aria Jeong-

GENRE: Romance | Fluff | Celebrity life

Chapter 03

Aria sat comfortably in the back seat of the black SUV, her manager Claire beside her, as they made their way to the podcast studio. She had a moment of quiet reflection before her next big appointment: a podcast session with Jay Shetty, one of the most renowned figures in the self-help space. Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at it, noticing an unknown number.

Unknown number: Hey Aria, it’s me Jungkook. Sorry, I just had the time to text you.

Aria's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly masked her excitement, taking a steady breath. She didn’t want to seem overly eager with Claire sitting next to her. She replied with a calm demeanor. She quickly save his number as "Jeon Jungkook"

Aria Jeong: Hey Jungkook. No, it’s fine. I totally understand.

A few moments later, her phone buzzed again.

Jeon Jungkook: So, are you on your schedule right now?

Aria Jeong: Yes, last one for today. I’ll be recording a podcast session with Jay Shetty.

Jeon Jungkook: Exciting! Can’t wait to see it when it comes out.

Aria smiled softly, feeling a bit more at ease. Jungkook’s texts always made her heart flutter a little, but she pushed it to the back of her mind for now. The car pulled up in front of the podcast studio, and Ari stepped out, smoothing down her outfit before heading inside.

The studio was quiet but warm, and the staff greeted Aria with smiles as they escorted her to the recording room. Jay Shetty stood up from his chair when she entered, his calm demeanor instantly putting her at ease. His smile was friendly and welcoming, and he extended his hand for a handshake.

“Aria, so glad you could join us today,” Jay said, his voice as smooth as ever. “How are you doing?”

Aria smiled brightly, adjusting her microphone as she took her seat. “I’m doing great, thank you for having me. I’ve been looking forward to this conversation.” as the makeup artist come towards her to touch up her makeup.

Jay gestured for her to sit comfortably in front of the microphone. “Of course, of course. It’s an honor to have you here. You’re doing incredible things, and I’m excited to dive into your journey. Before we start the recording, let me know how you’ve been lately. You’ve been balancing a lot, I imagine?”

Aria nodded, settling into her seat. “It’s been a busy year, but I’m really grateful for everything. Between my modeling work, acting, and other projects, it’s definitely a lot to juggle. But I’ve learned to manage it. I’ve also been focusing more on my personal growth, making sure I stay grounded while taking on all these opportunities.”

Jay smiled thoughtfully. “That’s really inspiring. It’s so important to stay centered. Alright, if you’re ready, we’ll get started. Let’s share your journey with the world.”

As the recording began, the microphones were adjusted, and the room fell into a comfortable rhythm. Jay leaned in, his curiosity piqued.

“Aria, you’ve had a very successful career in the modeling industry. But beyond the glamorous photoshoots and the spotlight, what is life like for you as a model?” Jay asked, his tone inviting.

Aria took a deep breath, her voice steady and professional. “Modeling has definitely given me many opportunities, but it’s not as easy as people may think. There’s a lot of work behind the scenes—long hours, pressure to look a certain way, and always being in the public eye. It can be mentally and physically draining, but I’ve learned to appreciate the process. The key is to remain authentic and not let the industry’s standards define who I am.”

Jay nodded, understanding her perspective. “That’s such a powerful point. Now, with all of that in mind, how do you manage to keep a balance between your work life and personal life? What’s your ideal seven days a week?”

She smiled, thinking carefully. “I’ve learned that balance is everything. I try to work smart, not hard. My ideal week would involve working a few days on set or attending meetings, but I also make time for myself—whether it’s a quiet morning with a book, spending time with friends, or taking a day for self-care. I prioritize my mental health, and that’s been key to staying productive. Having a balance between work and personal time allows me to be more focused and creative in both areas.”

Jay nodded with approval. “That’s a great approach. It’s easy to get caught up in the grind, but you’ve clearly found a way to keep things in perspective. Now, I have to ask—you’ve mentioned the pressures of being in the public eye. How do you deal with toxic fans or negativity that comes with fame?”

Her face softened, but her voice remained steady. “Toxicity is something that every public figure has to deal with at some point. It can be hurtful, especially when people don’t know the real you. But I’ve learned not to internalize the hate. I focus on the love and support from my true fans and the people who matter to me. It’s important to build a strong sense of self-worth so that external opinions don’t shake you. I’ve also realized that not everyone will understand your journey, and that’s okay. What matters most is that you stay true to yourself and protect your peace.”

Jay smiled, clearly impressed with her maturity. “You’ve really developed a strong sense of self. That’s something a lot of people struggle with. Now, let’s talk about something a little more personal—what’s your favorite quote? Something that really resonates with you?”

Aria paused, her eyes glinting with a sense of purpose. “One of my favorite quotes is, ‘The only way to do great work is to love what you do.’ It’s a simple idea, but it’s always stuck with me. If you don’t love what you’re doing, it’s going to feel like a chore. But when you’re passionate about your work, it doesn’t feel like work at all. That’s how I approach every project—whether it’s modeling, acting, or anything else.”

Jay nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a beautiful mindset. It’s clear that your passion drives you. Now, what about the reality of being a model—do you think people truly understand what goes into it?”

She shook her head gently. “I don’t think people realize how demanding the job can be. It’s not just about looking good in front of a camera. There’s a lot of mental and emotional labor involved. The constant pressure to stay in shape, the long hours, the self-doubt that creeps in sometimes. And yet, it’s something that’s so rewarding when you get it right. It’s a tough industry, but for me, it’s worth it.”

Jay leaned in, clearly interested. “And what about your love life? You’ve shared so much about your professional side, but I’m curious—what’s your type? What do you look for in a partner?”

Aria chuckled softly, a hint of playfulness in her eyes. “Well, I think for me, the most important thing is trust and respect. I need someone who understands the demands of my career, but who also values me as a person—not just for what I do. My ideal partner is someone kind, funny, and down to earth. I like someone who can make me laugh, who values honesty above all else, and who can make me feel comfortable around him. Because that's where i can be myself.”

Jay smiled, clearly enjoying the conversation. “It sounds like you’ve got a good sense of what you want. That’s really admirable. So guys out there, better do your homework.”

Aira laugh softly and nod her head as she playfully said, "Slide into my dm." give a wink to the camera. They both laugh loudly as she said that.

The session concluded, and Jay thanked her for her time. The team packed up, and Aria walked out of the studio with a sense of fulfillment. The conversation had been enlightening, and she felt grateful for the opportunity to share her story. As she left the recording space, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement for what was coming next—both in her career and in her personal life.

As Aria walked to the car, Claire glanced over at her. “You’re free until tomorrow morning. Do you want to stop by anywhere?”

Aria shook her head, exhaustion finally settling in. “No, just take me home.”

On the ride back to her penthouse, Aria absentmindedly stared out the window until she remembered her unanswered text from Jungkook. Unlocking her phone, she quickly typed:

Aria Jeong: Sorry for the late reply. I just wrapped up the recording session. The podcast will be released next week.

Satisfied, she hit send and scrolled through Twitter. Her timeline filled with photos from the AMA’s rehearsals, and she froze momentarily when she spotted paparazzi shots of Jungkook leaving the venue. A small smile crept across her face as her mind drifted back to their accidental encounter outside the restroom earlier that day. The memory of his playful grin and gentle voice played like a movie reel in her head.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the car pulled into her building. Before stepping out, Claire turned to her. “Just a reminder, tomorrow morning we’ll pick you up for the AMA’s final rehearsal. After that, we’ll head straight to the hotel to get you ready for the event.”

“Got it, Claire. Thanks,” Aria said as she grabbed her bag and stepped out.

She was immediately escorted by her two bodyguards to the elevator. As they rode to the highest floor, Aria glanced at the city lights sparkling outside the glass walls. Once they reached her penthouse, she turned to the guards. “Thank you, as always.”

“Just doing our job, Ms. Aria,” one of them replied with a small smile.

Inside her penthouse, Aria slipped out of her heels and let out a deep sigh of relief. She took a long shower, ordering her favorite pasta and dessert in the meantime. Dressed in a one set grey hoodie, her hair is in a slick bun. She played soft jazz in the background and curled up on the couch with a book.

Just as she flipped to the next chapter, her phone buzzed.

Jeon Jungkook: Can't wait for next week. Or should I be honest and say… I just can’t wait to watch you.

Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she grinned like a teenager.

Jeon Jungkook: Anyway, I just finished an interview with Billboard and had a meeting with Calvin Klein about our upcoming photoshoot earlier.

Aria Jeong: How was the interview?

Jeon Jungkook: It went smoothly. What about you? What are you doing right now? Bet you’re more busy than me.

Aria Jeong: Not at all, surprisingly! I’m on my free time until tomorrow morning. Shocking, right?

She waited for his reply, but minutes passed, and her screen remained quiet. She sighed, figuring he must’ve been pulled into another meeting or task. Setting her phone aside, she turned her focus back to her book, losing herself in the words on the page.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed—this time with an incoming call. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the caller ID.

Jeon Jungkook is calling..

She nearly dropped her book in shock. After setting it down on the coffee table, she sat up properly, clearing her throat before swiping to answer.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” Jungkook’s voice came through with a soft laugh. “Sorry for the sudden call. I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”

“Oh no no. It’s okay,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips. “So... What’s up?”

“I just… felt like talking to you,” he admitted.

She chuckled, trying to mask the butterflies in her stomach. “Wow, didn’t expect the global pop star to be in his feelings about wanting to talk to me.” Her tone was teasing, almost flirty.

He laughed, the sound deep and rich. “Wow, didn’t expect the international supermodel to actually reply to my texts and pick up my call.” He matched her tone, playful and light.

They both laughed. Aria leaned back on her couch, holding the phone against her ear, “What are you up to?” she asked, curiosity evident in her tone.

“I’m actually having some free time until dinner later,” Jungkook replied casually. “The interview surprisingly ended earlier than expected, so I’m back at the hotel, just waiting for the time to head out.”

Aria smiled. “That sounds nice. Have you eaten yet?”

“Yeah, i just ate just now so maybe i'll eat again later during dinner. What about you? Did you eat?”

“The last time I ate was during the rehearsal earlier today,” she admitted.

“That’s a long time ago,” Jungkook said, his voice laced with concern. “You should eat more, Aria. Do you want me to order somebfood for you?”

She chuckled softly at his offer. “It’s okay, I already ordered something for myself.”

He let out a relieved sigh. “Good. You had me worried there for a second.”

Just then, the doorbell rang, signaling her food had arrived. “Oh, my food is here,” she said, standing up to grab it.

“Perfect timing,” Jungkook replied. “Enjoy your food.”

As she walked toward the door, she heard him yawn. “Looks like someone’s getting sleepy,” she teased.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice dropping into a deeper, sleepier tone. “I think I need to take a quick nap before dinner.”

Opening the door to retrieve her food, she laughed lightly. “Wow, so talking to me is that boring it’s putting you to sleep?”

“What?” Jungkook’s voice sharpened, his denial immediate. “It’s not boring at all. It’s fun talking to you! It’s just…” He hesitated before continuing, his tone soft and slightly sheepish. “Your voice is really soothing. Like a lullaby or something—it makes me want to fall asleep right away.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his honesty. “I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or not,” she joked, carrying the food to her dining table. “But fine, I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“It is a compliment, Aria,” Jungkook said, his voice now tinged with a sleepy warmth that made her smile.

She shook her head with amusement. “Alright, Mr. Sleepy Superstar, you should go take that nap. I’ll let you rest.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that,” he murmured, his voice growing softer by the second. “Enjoy your meal, Aria.”

“I will. Sleep well, Jungkook.”

“Thanks. Talk soon,” he replied before the call ended.

Placing her phone down, Aria sighed contentedly, a small smile lingering on her lips as she unwrapped her food. She played her jazz playlist again, the conversation with Jungkook replaying in her head like a favorite scene in a movie. She covered her face as she squealed.

Aria groggily rubbed her eyes as the clock on her nightstand displayed 11:07 PM. Realizing she had slept much longer than intended. Her slick back bun has turned into a messy bun. Using both of her hands, she let her long hair down. After finishing her meal earlier, she had planned to read a few more chapters of her novel, but fatigue had taken over, and what was supposed to be a quick nap had turned into hours of deep sleep.

Reaching for her phone, she unlocked it to find a few notifications. Her mom had sent her a sweet message wishing her good luck for the AMAs tomorrow, Claire had emailed her the final agenda for the day, and to her surprise, there were a few texts—and a missed call—from Jungkook.

Her eyes widened at the last one. Aria quickly replied to her mom first, sending a heart emoji along with a thank-you message. Then, she scrolled to Jungkook’s texts.

The first one, sent at 8:13 PM,

Jeon Jungkook: Hey, I just woke up and about to head out for dinner. Did you enjoy your meal?

The next text, sent at 10:30 PM,

Jeon Jungkook: Are you asleep? Have a great sleep, Aria.

And the most recent one, sent at 11:21 PM,

Jeon Jungkook: Back at the hotel now. Hope you had a good rest.

Aria noticed the missed call timestamped at 10:30 PM, the same time as his second text. She couldn’t help but smile, finding it adorable that he’d kept her updated, even though she had been completely unresponsive.

Still holding her phone, she debated whether she should reply to his texts or call him back. Before she could make up her mind, another message from him popped up:

Jeon Jungkook: You know I can see if you’ve read my texts, right?

Her eyes widened in shock as she instinctively sat up straighter in bed. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at the screen.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated in her hand.

Jeon Jungkook is calling…

Aria froze for a moment before taking a deep breath and answering the call.

“Hey.” Her voice came out soft, still a bit raspy from sleep.

Jungkook’s familiar laugh greeted her from the other end. “Caught you.”

She chuckled, brushing her hair back. “You scared me with that last text. I wasn’t expecting you to call.”

“Well, I figured you might still be awake after seeing you read my texts,” he teased. “And I wanted to check in.”

Aria rolled her eyes playfully. “I just woke up, actually. Didn’t expect to sleep for that long.”

“Must’ve been a good nap, then,” he said warmly. “I hope I didn’t wake you?”

“No, no,” she assured him. “I woke up on my own, and… I saw your texts. Sorry I didn’t reply earlier.”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook said softly. “I just wanted to know if you enjoyed your meal earlier. You didn’t starve yourself again, right?”

She laughed lightly. “I did enjoy it, don’t worry. And for the record, I didn’t starve myself earlier. I just got busy.”

“Busy enough to pass out right after eating?” he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

“Alright, guilty,” she admitted with a laugh. “What about you? How was dinner?”

“It was good,” Jungkook replied. “Got to talk to some producers, but it wasn’t anything too heavy. Just casual stuff.”

“That’s nice,” Aria said, leaning back against her headboard.

“Speaking of nice,” Jungkook began, his tone turning slightly playful, “I wasn’t expecting to enjoy this conversation so much. You’re making my night, Aria.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to play it cool. Cover her eyes with her hand, “You sure know how to flatter someone, don’t you?”

“Only when it’s true,” he replied smoothly.

Aria bit her lip, smiling. “Well, I’m glad I could make your night a little better.”

There was a brief pause before Jungkook spoke again, his voice softer this time. “You’re really easy to talk to, you know that?”

“So are you,” Aria admitted, her tone matching his. “It’s… nice.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t feel awkward or forced.

Jungkook’s voice softened slightly as he broke the silence saying, “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow at the AMAs.”

Aria's heart fluttered at his words, and she smiled. “Yeah, same here. Can't wait to see you too.”

But as she glanced at the clock again, a thought hit her. “Oh no,” she groaned.

“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I just realized I have to wake up early tomorrow, but I just woke up from a nap at 11 PM. How am I supposed to sleep early and wake up on time?”

Jungkook laughed on the other end of the line. “I feel you. I took a nap before dinner, and now I don’t feel sleepy either.”

She sighed dramatically, leaning back against her pillows. “Great, we’re both wide awake.”

There was a pause, and then Aria hesitated for a moment before deciding to make a bold move. “Jungkook?”

“Uhm?”

“What hotel are you staying at?”

There was a beat of silence before Jungkook responded, his voice tinged with curiosity. “The Conrad. Why?”

Aria took a deep breath, her heart racing. “Do you… mind if I come over?”

Jungkook’s voice perked up in surprise. "You want to come over.. here? Like, here as in like.. my hotel room?"

“Yeah,” she said, her voice steady despite her nerves.

For a moment, she thought he might hesitate, but his response came almost instantly. “Of course. Come over. I’d love that.”

Aria grinned, relieved. “Really? You’re sure it’s okay?”

“One hundred percent okay,” he said firmly. Then, with a chuckle, he added, “But shouldn’t I be the one coming to you instead?”

She shook her head, even though he couldn’t see her. “No, just for this time, I’ll be the one coming to you. Is that alright?”

“More than alright,” Jungkook replied, his tone warm. He asked. “So, at what time you wanna come over?”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” she confirmed.

“Wait,” Jungkook said quickly. “How are you getting here?”

“My car,” she replied casually.

“Okay, drive safe. Let me know if you've arrive at the lobby. I'll go get you."

"Okay Jungkook. I will," Aria replied as she grabbed her leather jacket, cap, car keys, and her bag. Jungkook asked cautiously, “Are you sure it’s okay for you to drive here? You want me to order a cab for you? Oh and wouldn’t your fans or bodyguards notice you leaving?”

“It’s fine Jungkook. I'm totally fine with it. It's just a 15 minutes drive from my place,” Aria said assuring him, smiling to herself. “And about that, on my free time, They let me do whatever I want during this period. No manger, no bodyguards.”

Then, with a teasing tone, she added, “I should be the one asking you that. Will your security or manager catch me sneaking in?”

Jungkook chuckled softly. “No, we’re safe. I’m alone tonight.”

“Alright then,” she said as she slipped on her sneakers. “See you soon, Jungkook.”

“See you soon, Aria,” he said warmly before hanging up.

With her heart pounding in anticipation, Aria stepped into the elevator, her mind racing with thoughts of what awaited her at the Conrad Hotel. Jungkook is waiting for her.

Aria pulled into the valet parking at the Conrad Hotel, handing her keys to the valet with a polite smile. She pulled her cap lower and adjusted her black sunglasses as she stepped out of the car, keeping her head slightly down.

The elevator to the lobby was empty, and Aria took a deep breath as the doors closed. She could feel the slight buzz of adrenaline coursing through her. What am I even doing? she thought but brushed the doubt aside.

When the elevator dinged and opened to the lobby, she scanned her surroundings. It was quiet, with only two receptionists stationed at the front desk. Aria walked over to a small couch, her movements casual but deliberate. Sitting down, she pulled her cap even lower and fished her phone out of her pocket.

She dialed Jungkook’s number, tapping her foot lightly against the marble floor.

The call barely rang twice before he picked up. “You’re here?” he said, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

“Yeah, I’m in the lobby,” she replied softly, glancing around again.

“Okay, stay there. I’ll come and get you,” he said, his tone warm and reassuring.

“Alright,” she said, ending the call with a small smile.

To pass the time, Aria opened her email and scrolled through the message from Claire. It detailed tomorrow’s busy agenda for the AMAs, including rehearsal schedules and a script for her part in the event. She skimmed through the script, mentally preparing herself for the big day ahead.

As she focused on her phone, she suddenly felt a presence behind her. Before she could react, two hands rested on either side of the couch, one side is tattooed. Then, a deep yet soft voice whispered close to her left ear.

“Hey.”

Aria gasped, nearly dropping her phone as she whipped her head around. Jungkook was standing behind her, his face impossibly close. Their nose almost touching with each other, a playful grin on his lips. His oversized black hoodie and sweatpants made him look effortlessly relaxed with his hair on his forehead nearly went into his eyes.

“Jungkook!” she exclaimed, her voice just above a whisper. She reached out and lightly slapped his shoulder, her expression equal parts flustered and amused. “You scared me!”

He chuckled, stepping around the couch to sit beside her. “Sorry,” he said, though the grin on his face told her he wasn’t sorry at all. “You were so focused on your phone I couldn’t resist.”

She shook her head, a reluctant smile forming on her lips. “You’re lucky no one else was around, or that would’ve been a scene.”

“Well, I checked before coming down,” he said with a shrug, leaning back casually. “You okay now?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, still smiling. “You just caught me off guard.”

He smirked, tilting his head toward the elevators. “Ready to head up?”

She nodded, standing up and smoothing down her jacket. “Let’s go.”

Jungkook gestured for her to lead the way, and as they walked toward the elevators, she felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. The night had only just begun.

Chapter 04 --- Back to Series Masterlist

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shiningforsun · 9 days ago

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Before we start this fanfic, this was requested by a user on tiktok

So thank you for the idea/request

This is a work of fiction, so don't take anything too seriously. It has some elements of real life, Sunki situations

So without further ado...

You Broke Me First- A Sunki fanfic

Song: You Broke Me First by Tate Mcrae

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Sunoo stood by the window, watching the rain pour down the glasses panes. It had been weeks since everything went down, but the hurt was still fresh. He could still remember the coldness in Ni-ki’s eyes when they last spoke---no warmth, no apology, just a wall between them that hadn't been there before. They had been inseparable once, but something changed. Slowly, without him even realizing it, they started drifting apart until Ni-ki wasn't the same person anymore.

The song playing on the speakers was one that Sunoo never thought would hit him so hard, but the lyrics felt too close to home:

"You Broke Me First"

Ni-ki had broken his heart, and Sunoo didn't even know if the younger boy cared.

Chapter 1: Once Upon a Friendship

It hadn't always been like this. Sunoo and Ni-ki had been close, practically glued to each other since their training days. Sunoo was the lively, bubbly one, while Ni-ki was more reserved, only opening up to a few people. Sunoo took pride in being one of those people, the one Ni-ki would come to when he was feeling down or overwhelmed.

They spent endless nights together, whether it was dancing in the practice room, playing video games in their dorm, or simply sitting in comfortable silence. Sunoo knew everything about Ni-ki----the way his eyes sparkled when he was passionate about something, the way his smile curved just slightly when he was genuinely happy, and the way his voice softened when he spoke late at night, revealing the vulnerable side he rarely showed.

But somewhere along the way, things began to change. Ni-ki started to pull away. He became distant, not replying to Sunoo’s texts as often, not seeking him out after a hard day. At first, Sunoo brushed it off, thinking that maybe Ni-ki just needed space or was stressed with their busy schedules. But soon, it became clear that something was wrong.

Chapter 2: The Break

It was a rainy evening when everything fell apart. Sunoo had been waiting in their shared dorm for Ni-ki to come home, hoping they could talk---clear the air and figure out what had gone wrong. But when Ni-ki finally arrived, he was cold, distant, like Sunoo was just another person in his life and not his best friend.

"Ni-ki," Sunoo had said softly, trying to keep his voice steady, "we need to talk."

Ni-ki barely glanced at him, throwing his jacket onto the couch and walking toward the kitchen. "What's there to talk about?"

Sunoo's heart sank. He hadn't expected an easy conservation, but Ni-ki's indifference cut deeper than he had anticipated.

"Why are you acting like this? What did I do?" Sunoo's voice wavered as he followed Ni-ki to the kitchen, watching as the younger boy filled a glass with water.

Ni-ki sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "You didn't do anything, Sunoo. I just... things are different now."

"Different how?" Sunoo pressed, frustration bubbling up inside him. He hated this feeling of being shut out, of not knowing where they stood. "You won't talk to me, you barely look at me anymore. We used to be close, Ni-ki. What happened?"

For a moment, Ni-ki didn't answer, staring down at the water in his glass. Then he shrugged, his voice emotionless. "I guess I just grew out of it. Out of us," referring to their friendship.

The words felt like a punch to the gut. Sunoo stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. Out of us. How could Ni-ki be so casual about something that meant everything to Sunoo?

"You don't mean that," Sunoo whispered, his voice barely audible. But deep down, he knew Ni-ki did mean it. The distance, the coldness---it had been building for months, and now it was crashing down around them.

Ni-ki finally looked at him, but there was no apology in his eyes, only resignation. "Sunoo, we're not kids anymore. Things change. People change."

And with that, Ni-ki walked out of the kitchen, leaving Sunoo standing there, shattered.

Chapter 3: Picking Up the Pieces

After that night, things only got worse. Ni-ki didn't make any efforts to fix things between them. In fact, he seemed relieved that the tension had finally been addressed, like it had been weighing on him more than Sunoo ever realized. They still had to work together, still had to smile for the cameras and pretend everything was fine, but behind closed doors, they were strangers again.

Sunoo threw himself into his work, hoping that the busy schedule would distract him from the pain. But no matter how many hours he spent practicing or how many shows they performed, he couldn't shake the emptiness that had taken root in his chest.

Ni-ki, on the other hand, seemed perfectly fine. He laughed with the other members, hung out with friends, and continued living his life as if nothing had happened. Sunoo couldn't understand how Ni-ki could move on from their friendship so easily, how he could break Sunoo’s heart and not even care.

One night, Sunoo was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, when his phone buzzed. It was a text from Ni-ki.

We need to talk

For a moment, Sunoo's heart skipped a beat. Maybe Ni-ki had realized what he had done. Maybe he wanted to apologize, to fix things. But then, reality set in. Ni-ki didn't care enough to make things right. He probably just wanted to clear the air so they could continue working together without awkwardness.

Sunoo hesitated before typing a response.

What's there to talk about?

It was petty, but Sunoo didn't care. He was tired of being the one who always cared too much, the one who always tried to fix things when Ni-ki couldn't be bothered.

Ni-ki's reply came quickly.

Meet me at the park in ten.

Chapter 4: Confrontation

Sunoo didn't want to go, but something inside him couldn't resist the pull. Maybe it was the part of him that still held onto hope, the part that wanted to believe that Ni-ki wasn't as cold-hearted as he seemed.

When Sunoo arrived at the park, Ni-ki was already there, leaning against a tree with his hands in his pockets. The air between them was thick with tension as Sunoo approached.

"You wanted to talk?" Sunoo's voice was clipped, his arms crossed over his chest.

Ni-ki nodded, not meeting his gaze. "Yeah."

There was a long pause before Ni-ki finally spoke again, his voice low. "I didn't mean for things to get so messed up between us. I didn't want to hurt you."

Sunoo scoffed, shaking his head. "Well, you did. You broke me, Ni-ki. You broke me, and you didn't even care."

"I did care," Ni-ki shot back, his voice rising. "I care more than you know."

"Then why didn't you do anything?" Sunoo's voice cracked, the frustration and pain bubbling to the surface. "Why did you let our friendship fall apart?"

Ni-ki finally looked at him, his eyes filled with guilt. "Because I didn't know how to fix it. I didn't know how to tell you I was scared---scared of losing you, scared of getting too close. So I pushed you away."

Sunoo's heart ached at the admission. He had never imagined that Ni-ki had been struggling just as much as he had. But that didn't change the fact that Ni-ki had hurt him, had broken him without a second thought.

"I needed you," Sunoo whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. "I needed you, and you weren't there."

Ni-ki stepped closer, his expression pained. "I'm sorry, Sunoo. I didn't mean to break you. I didn't mean to hurt you. That was never my intention."

But it was too late. The damage had been done, and no amount of apologies could change that.

Sunoo shook his head, stepping back. "You broke me first, Ni-ki. And I don't know if I can forgive you for that."

Chapter 5: Moving On

The days that followed were filled with silence. Ni-ki tried to make amends, but Sunoo kept his distance. He wasn't ready to forgive, wasn't ready to let Ni-ki back into his heart after everything that had happened. The pain was still too raw, too fresh.

Sunoo focused on himself, on healing, on finding happiness again without relying on Ni-ki. It wasn't easy, but slowly, he started to feel lighter. The hurt didn't go away overnight, but with time, it became easier to manage.

And then, one day, Sunoo realized that he didn't need Ni-ki to be happy. He had his own strength, his own worth, and he didn't need someone who had broken him to define his happiness.

Chapter 6: A New Beginning

Months later, Sunoo and Ni-ki stood on the same stage, performing together as if nothing had ever happened. To the outside world, they were still the same: two members of the same group, professional and polished, with perfectly coordinated smiles and synchronized movements. But behind the facade, they knew better.

Sunoo had changed, and so had Ni-ki. Sunoo no longer sought Ni-ki's approval or attention. He had learned to stand on his own, to find joy in himself and the other people in his life who cared about him. And Ni-ki---Ni-ki had learned what it felt like to lose someone he never thought he could lose.

After the performance, the group gathered backstage to celebrate. Sunoo joined in the laughter and chatter, genuinely smiling for the first time in a long time. Ni-ki hung back, watching him from a distance.

When the celebrations started to wind down and the other members scattered to their rooms, Ni-ki hesitated. He wanted to talk to Sunoo to try one last time to fix what he had broken. But did Sunoo even want to hear it? Did he deserve another chance?

Summoning his courage, Ni-ki approached him. Sunoo was sitting alone on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up when Ni-ki sat down beside him, his expression unreadable.

"What is it?" Sunoo asked, his voice calm but guarded.

Ni-ki fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie. "I know I've said it before, but I need you to hear it again. I'm sorry, Sunoo. For everything."

Sunoo set his phone aside and looked at him, his gaze unsteady. "Ni-ki, I've heard your apology. But saying sorry doesn't erase what happened. It doesn't fix how I felt---or still feel."

"I know," Ni-ki said quickly. "I'm not expecting it to. I just... I don't want to lose you completely. Even if we can't go back to how things were when we were best friends, I want to better. For you. For us. For our friendship"

Sunoo studied him for a moment, his expression softening. "You don't get to say that and expect me to just trust you again, Ni-ki. Trust takes time to rebuild."

"I'll wait," Ni-ki said without hesitation. "As long as it takes. I'll do whatever it takes."

Sunoo let out a small sigh, his lips twitching into a faint smile. "You always were stubborn."

Ni-ki grinned, the first genuine smile Sunoo had seen from him in months. "Guess some things don't change."

For the first time in a long time, the tension between them eased. It wasn't a perfect reconciliation, but it was a start---a fragile, tentative beginning. Sunoo wasn't ready to let Ni-ki back into his heart completely, but he was willing to give him a chance to prove that things could be different.

As they sat there, the distance between them no longer felt insurmountable. It would take time, patience, and effort, but maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other---not as they once were, but as something stronger like they always do.

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Under The Red Hood (S) (BXG) (Natty)

Author: This one is hella long just so you know and I just love Red Hood. Also if you want to check out more of my fics have a look at the Masterlist.

Y/N's POV

People say they know the definition of suffering... But what they don't know is feeling the end of it. I was abandoned by my parents and the one I looked up to as a father figure for that clown to torment and use me as his ragdoll.

I was left rotting in that abandoned wing of Arkham City for a damn year with that bastard. He beat me, stabbed me with a hot iron to mark that I forever belong to him, you name it.

Foolishly, I kept faith that Bruce would someday come to rescue me someday but that day never came.

"Tell me kid what is your name?"

My name is Jason Todd...

"Who do you hate?"

Batman

"Hahaha... Good... You hear that Bats? The kid is not yours anymore!"

"Hey, I never asked... Who is the big bad bats?"

Of course sir... His name is-

*bang*

That was the day Joker put my lights out and I thought finally after all that hell he put me through, it would be all over. But no. There was more.

After my death, the League of Assassins recovered my dead corpse and took me back to their underground lair.

Ra's Al Ghul has always used the so-called reviving gooey shit, the "Lazarus Pit, " which allowed him to live for over a thousand years, but he had a theory...

The Lazarus Pit doesn't just revive or recover an hosts injuries but it also has the power to bring life to the deceased.

However, when I was dropped into the pit, I wasn't myself, I was confused, forgotten who I am, and all I felt was agony. I became a monster.

I killed and destroyed everything that came my way, but eventually, I regained my composure and my memories and came back to a city absent of the so-called hero Batman.

To my surprise, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne were all gone too. Curious to find out what happened to them, I interrogated Gotham's street criminals and did some research on the internet.

Breaking News: Bruce Wayne Confirmed Dead in Fatal Car Accident

Turned out that the others were apparently with him during that accident but I knew better... It wasn't a car accident that killed them. It was something elise.

Luckily, I managed to get some information from Harley who was working at an adult entertainment restaurant and she didn't bother resisting since her beloved Mister Jay is dead too.

"You live under a rock or something? Bats and the whole gang were going all out in Ace Chemicals and Mister Jay as a result blew the whole facility taking not only his life but everyone present in the plant." She explained and I sighed.

"Thanks alot, Harleen," I thanked her and she rolled her eyes.

"Just the hell out. I don't want to see you again," She replied and I chuckled.

"Don't worry, you won't be seeing anytime soon," I assured as I got up from the table and exit the restuarant.

With that clown bastard gone, crime actually plummeted and the GCPD was able to finally handle themselves without Bruce assisting them everynight.

There wasn't much for me to do besides just watch over the city as my new identity the Red Hood. I don't exactly follow Batman's moral code of no killing.

Not every criminal is redeemable like the Joker, so I cannot fight crime without bashing some skulls in.

*bang*

"Where is Black Mask?" I sternly asked as I point the barrel of my gun at his forehead.

"I've got nothing to tell you!" And I bashed his skull using the bottom of the grip making him grunt in pain.

"Last chance," I warned as I pull back the hammer.

"Fine! I'll tell you! He's holding up at his tower east of Gotham! But you won't get to him!" He confessed.

"Thank you," I replied before knocking him out cold.

Calling in the Batmobile to my location, I jumped high in the air and landed in the cockpit, and drove off to Black Mask's tower.

Seeing that Bruce won't be needing his car or any of his assets anytime soon you mind as well put 'em to good use.

With the fast mobility and maneuverability to do sharp turns and drifts I got to the location of Black Mask in no time but I parked it into an dark alleyway to avoid losing the element of surprise.

Grappling onto the rooftop, I activate detective vision on my mask to see the inside of the building to get a recon on the number of goons.

"Great, this is going to be a massive waste of ammunition," I said to myself.

Using the line launcher to infiltrate the building I ride the ropes and broke through the massive glass window and catching Black Mask and his goons off guard.

"W-What the?! Who the hell are you?!" Black Mask asked as he drew out his pistol.

"Your worst nightmare," I answered as I smirked under my mask.

Swiftly drawing out my pistols, I shot the gun off his hand and in just a blink of an eye, neutralize the guards leaving him defenseless.

Grabbing Black Mask by the collar, I held him out of the broken glass window at my mercy and it pleasures me to see the look of fear in his eyes.

"P-Please I-I'll do anything you want! I can give you territory! Drugs! Money! Guns!" He begged.

"How about you go to hell?" I proposed and let go of him to fall to his death making him scream as he quickly descends to the streets.

"Say Hi to Joker for me," I said as I turn around to exit the building as my job here is done.

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Meanwhile...

???'s POV

Walking down the streets of Gotham City, it was surely more peaceful and quiet ever since the death of the notorious criminal Joker.

But that doesn't mean that all crime and corruption didn't stop lurking and hiding in the shadows.

This city needed a change or otherwise, it needs to be cleansed. There are so many orphaned children helpless in the streets and not even our full efforts is enough to save them.

How cruel humanity can be? Batman is no different... Even though he fights crime every night his ridiculous code doesn't solve the roots of the problem.

I did hear that the caped crusader along with his assistants are now gone after Joker suicide bombed Ace Chemicals. Good riddance to that evil doer.

However, just as I was sitting on the bench on the lookout for any orphaned child I heard a scream coming from above the building and soon after a man plummets on the streets to his death.

Everyone was shocked and screamed in horror as they were confused as to what was going on. Looking up I see a shattered window and what seemed to be a silhouette of a hooded figure.

Unfortunately, I was only able to get a glimpse of the figure until he disappeared into the building.

With police and EMS arriving at the scene, I decided to vacate the area for the night as I was unsuccessful to find any orphan children for the clan.

Utilizing my super speed abilities, I got back to my clan's hideout, I unlocked the door using my key and walked inside the house.

"Welcome home, Sister Ahnatchaya Suputhipong~!" Mother Kwon Eunbi greeted as she gently hugged me and I return the hug.

"Thank you, Mother Eunbi but just call me Natty. I've told you that how many times already?" I jokingly replied and she giggled.

"It's still a courtesy to greet you by full surname, sister," Eunbi-Unnie said and I nodded.

"From what I can see, you were not successful to bring a child," She mentioned.

"That may be true but I did see something of interest," I replied and she raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so?" She asked.

"Yes, mother," I simply answered.

"In that case, please do tell me every detail," She insisted as she guides me into the living room.

Recalling and explaining my encounter with this strange hooded figure and the falling-dead criminal Black Mask, she was intrigued by my encounter and wanted me to tell me more.

"Do you perhaps know what he exactly looked like?" She asked and I shook my head.

"I'm afraid no, he was too high up so I couldn't get a good look. All I could make out was that he was wearing a black and red leather jacket." I answered.

"Oh, that gives me an idea of who this mystery vigilante could be... There had been rumors going around in the criminal underworld that there is an anti-hero who calls himself the Red Hood." Julie-Unnie explained.

"Anti-hero? What's the difference between him and Batman?" Hanuel asked.

"Well, Red Hood actually kills criminals if he sees it necessary while Batman's righteous code forbids it," Julie-Unnie answered and she nodded.

"He could be a huge help for us, IF he agrees to that," Belle pointed out.

"In that case, we shall recruit Red Hood into our cause, but Natty seeing that you saw him first, you may claim him as his wife," Mother Eunbi settled and we all agreed.

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Y/N's POV

Heading into the Batcave, I parked the Batmobile on the platform, seeing the cave once again brings back memories of when I used to fight crime alongside Bruce and Dick.

Those were more simple times, until I was kidnapped by the Joker and tormented to death. Now, it's all lonesome with just myself and the bats lurking around the cave.

All the artifacts, souvenirs, and trophies were all still here like the giant robotic dinosaur that the museum owner gave to Bruce as a thank you present, the giant penny from battling two-face aka Harvey Dent, and the big ass clown card.

There was still some work to do in the Batcave and make some adjustments to the gadgets to my liking and come up with new tech.

*alarm*

"Who the hell could that be?" I wondered as I went to the bat computer to check the surveillance cameras.

Looking at the footage coming outside Wayne Manor, I see a woman in a black coat with pale milky skin, with black high heels, and what I could tell she was concealing two katanas.

Suddenly, she busts the front doors open and walked around the manor like she owns the damn place.

Deciding to confront the uninvited guest, I went to the elevator and ascend to the study room and quickly made my way into the ball room where the intruder is located.

Getting visual of the woman, I draw out my gun and fired a warning shot.

"Who are you? And what are you doing in Wayne Manor?" I sternly asked.

"Are you what they call Red Hood?" She asked and I raised an eyebrow.

"Are you fucking stupid? I asked you a question! Now answer it!" I angrily replied and she sighed.

"Now that is not how you greet your future wife~," She mentioned as she takes off her coat and sunglasses revealing her thicc figure.

"What's the matter~? Do you like my body that much~?" She teased and I shook my head.

"I have no time for games lady! Get the fuck out of my house!" I barked and her eyes turned a crimson red.

"Oh will be fucking soon, darling~. But first, will you cooperate?" She asked and I fired another warning shot.

"I guess not," She replied before drawing out her katanas.

Leaping in the air she dives toward me but I blocked it using the fins of my gauntlet. Attempting to shoot one of her kneecaps I missed as she misdirected the barrel of my pistol.

Giving me a turning kick in the stomach I stumbled back and in response I threw shurikens but she avoided them by leaning back.

"Silver ninja shurikens? Did you perhaps knew I was a Vampire?" She curiously asked.

"I'm always prepared for anything but I have a question..." I paused and she gave me a smuggly smile.

"I'm all ears," She replied.

"Do you bleed?"

Loading in hollow point incendiary silver 50 AE into my pistol, just one of these is enough te kill a Vampire and meet an unpleasant death.

Preparing a shock blast from my gauntlet, the Vampire charges toward me and once she was close enough I let her have it.

Taking this as my chance with her senses blinded I fired a shot and landed a direct hit on her knee causing her to scream in pain as she feels the burning sensation in her body.

"Hurts doesn't it? Just one bullet should've killed you already but you seem to be more persistent," I said before chuckling.

"Alright, darling, I didn't want to do this but it seems that I'll have to force you to submit to me," She angrily said and I smirked.

"I'd love to see you try, sweetheart," I replied.

Drawing out my combat knife which is also made of silver, I used my close combat knowledge against her whilst using my gun.

Indeed she's a tough cookie but I've faced tough opponents before and not once have I lost.

But she was starting to get more quicker and aggressive with her swings and even cut parts of my jacket. Which is hella expensive btw.

"Someone trained you well," She complimented.

"I can say the same for you," I replied.

Throughout our duel, I could catch a glimpse of her massive tits and ass. Clearly she takes care of her body and outshines any woman I've met in my life.

Starting to lose stamina and energy to fight while she was still energetic and vigilant. I knew I wasn't win this one so I have to come up with a plan.

"Just give up baby, there is no point in fighting," She insisted.

"I'm just getting started," I replied as I threw a smoke bomb.

"I can still see you," She mentioned as she casually walked through the smoke.

Attempting to grapple onto the gargoyle statue at the wall, she snatches the hook and crushes it with her bare hands. She's fucking strong that's for sure.

"Running out of tricks?" She asked.

Throwing a wave of shurikens she catches one by hand and deflects the others with her katana.

"You know you can't hit me," She mentioned.

"Who said I was?" I asked and the shuriken in her hand began to beep loudly and exploded.

However, she survived that and gave me a front kick in the stomach launching me into the wall. How much firepower can a Vampire take?!

I'm out of those special vampire hunting bullets leaving only my silver knife but that was knocked out of my hand and she soon pinned me to the floor.

"Looks like I've got you~," She said as she smirked.

"So what are you going to do? Kill me? Suck me dry of my blood?" I sarcastically asked and she shook her head.

"Oh no, darling, we don't feed anymore... We are not just Vampires anymore. We are Demi-Gods." She answered and I scoffed.

"Now, it's time to teach you who you belong to now," She whispered into my ear.

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Start of Smut

Y/N's POV

The Vampire who apparently is now my wife drags upstairs to the masters bedroom and pins me on the bed.

"Now let us see who you really are," She said as she grabs a hold of my mask and takes it off revealing my face.

"Wow, such a handsome face you were hiding~," She complimented as she examines my cheeks.

"Jason Todd, what's your name?" I curiously asked.

"Oh, how rude of me! My name is Sister Ahnatchaya Suputhipong but you'll refer to me as jagi, darling, or babe. Understand?" She instructed and I nodded.

"I want an answer, baby~," She whispered into my ear sending chills down my spine.

"Y-Yes mommy," I nervously replied and she giggled.

Locking lips with each other, she easily outclassed me as she was more experience in this while I've never kissed a girl in my life meaning she just stole my first kiss and soon my virginity.

Strangely, I put my hands around her hips as she goes under my shirt and I take my hands off her to take off my jacket and shirt revealing my chest.

"God, you're so sexy, I can't hardly believe this is all mine now~," She admires as she traces each line.

"Why don't you stop talking and let's get to it," I suggested and she smirked.

"I like how the way you think~," She replied.

Taking off her tight dress, revealing that she wasn't wearing any bra or panties and showed off her huge mounds and clean shaven pussy which instantly made my cock hard.

"Enjoying the view~? Good, because I'm going to make sure your balls are drained tonight~," She seductively said and I gulped.

Not wasting any time, she pulls down my pants along with my underwear and was surprised to see my ten-inch dick. Comparing my size to her head. It was a sight to see a beauty right by my cock.

"Uhhhhh~," I moaned.

Taking my length into her mouth, the tightness and the feeling of her tongue as she bobs up and down. I'd be lying if I said I haven't fell in love with this lusty Vampire.

What made it more exciting is that she kept eye contact with me the whole time she was blowing me and she switches position with her pussy on my face which is dripping wet and I can smell the aroma of candy.

Without hesitation I devour her pussy making her moan as she works on my cock tasting her was so addicting and we kept going until we came into each other's mouths.

"You taste amazing, baby~," She said after swallowing my load.

"I can say the same, it's so sweet that I just want more," I replied and she smiled.

Getting into position she sits on my dick before slowly inserting it in taking away my virginity and slowly begins riding me and it was fucking tight down there.

"Oh my God, you're so fucking huge baby, no man has ever stretched me out like this~!" She screamed as she increased her pace.

"Your fucking tight as hell!" I replied as I grabbed onto her hips to match her rhythm increasing the ecstasy.

After riding my dick for a bit, she decided to switch positions to missionary style.

"Now darling I want you to fuck my brains out! No more holding back!" She demanded and I felt like a beast inside of me has awaken.

"Fine, you want me to fuck you so hard until you can't walk! You got it!" I replied and she bit her lip.

Not giving her any time to get settled into the position I rammed her in and out as rough and fast as I possibly can making her scream out of pleasure.

Thankfully this room is soundproof and the manor is on an isolated island so nobody will be able to hear me fuck my slutty Vampire wife.

"Baby I'm so close~!" She warned.

"So am I!" I replied.

"Then let's cum together!" She said and we did just that.

"Hehe~. You still got more in there don't you~?" She asked and I viciously nodded.

Agreeing to go for another round, we switch position into doggy style and I rail her until she was screaming on top of her lungs.

"Keep going baby~!" She encouraged as I hit her G-spot.

Feeling the beast wanting more and more of her gorgeous pussy, I increased the pace and groped her ass whilst giving a few spankings increasing the pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me until I'm pregnant baby~!" She demanded.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure that you'll get pregnant!" I assured.

Feeling the tightness of her pussy and fucking such a beautiful Vampire really takes my mind off my problems and traumas that I've been through in the past.

Maybe it was destiny that lead her into my home, guess I could use the company and she has an amazing body.

"I'm going to cum!" I warned.

"Good! I'm close too!" She replied.

In no time, I cum deep into her womb and we screamed one last time as I came inside of her and I felt my dick was in the shower.

"No I want you to keep it inside of me," She insisted as I was about pull it out.

Cuddling with each other on the bed despite it being all messy and wet from her juices, I was too tired and exhausted to care as long as I was in her arms.

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Natty's POV

It's been three days since I officially claimed Jason Todd aka Red Hood as my husband and partner in crimefighting. I still crave more of him but I have to let him rest.

Eventually he started opening up to me about his past life when he was the second Robin to Batman but was left to be tormented by the clown and how he was revived by the Lazarus Pit.

To this day, he still has Lazarus visions and behaves erratically at some nights but I can handle it with no issues whatsoever and he told me that he was grateful to have a loving wife like myself.

As for my clan, they continue to patrol the city for any abandoned children to take in while we clean up the streets for them.

Based on observation his abilities were growing faster, before he could take only ten men at a time but now he can take on about fifthy criminals at once.

With Jason being forged into my heart and soul, our relationship is eternal as I've granted him the gift of immortality.

"I love you my dear Jason~,"

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