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A Northwest
Stan x Reader
words: 2,361
tags: sfw, fluff, reader is a Northwest
a/n: this way to the request for this story
You just arrived in Gravity Falls, a town your family has lived in for generations. However, you had promised yourself to never return. After a big fight with your little brother about a womanâs place in the family and him insisting that he should be the sole heir of the family estate and such, you had had enough. Told him that if he wants it, he could have it all.
Your parents hadnât cared either. Well. your mother had but⊠your brother had to have learned his attitude towards women from someone. You and your father had never seen eye to eye on anything, especially when it came to such progressive topics like âShould women be allowed to voteâ. God, you hated him. Even went to his funeral with a big smile on your face and the most colorful clothes you could find, pissing him off one last time.
But all of that was in the past now. All you cared about as you walked those familiar streets again was your niece - Pacifica. Preston had, unsurprisingly, run his wealth into the ground, leaving himself, his wife and daughter homeless. You on the other hand had made a great career for yourself and earned enough money to live a very comfortable life.
So, as soon as you heard about the whole incident from Priscilla (she calls you about once a month, only when her husband isnât around to hear it), you decided to help. Not him. But his wife and mostly Pacifica. You had great hopes that maybe the next generation of your family wouldnât turn out like the rest of them had and well, if you want something done, better do it yourself.
You had arrived a little earlier than expected and decided to stop by Lazy Susanâs Diner. Greasyâs Diner. When you entered and sat down at the counter it seemed like she didnât recognize you. You didnât blame her, you looked nothing like you did 34 years ago. After you had left you had decided to reinvent yourself completely, new clothing style, new hair color, although by now it was starting to grey a little.
You probably wouldnât have recognized yourself either.
As you sipped on your coffee, contemplating whether or not to remind Susan of you, you felt a tap on your shoulder. When you turned to look it was a man in an old looking suit, wearing a fez and the cockiest smile youâd seen this year. You leaned back against the counter, amused.
âYouâre new in town, arenât ya?â You hummed, deciding to play along. âYes, I suppose so.â He leaned against the counter as well, his eyes never leaving yours. âI knew it. Well, let me tell ya, a pretty woman like yourself should not be wandering about these woods on her own. There are a lot of dangerous creatures lurking just off the main road. But donât you worry, I will gladly give you a tour of the town, showing you all the places to avoid. And also the places to stop by more often.â
He wiggled his eyebrows at you at the last sentence. You couldnât help but laugh at his silly flirting. Behind him in a booth two children groaned in an exaggerated way. He looked back at them with a frown. âHey! Let a man have a conversation.â
Ah, he must be their uncle? Or something? You just smiled at him. Cocky, flirty, broad shoulders and responsible enough to take care of kids. If you had known that a guy like this lived here you would have come back years ago.
âI would gladly take your offer, MisterâŠ?â You trailed off, inviting him to introduce himself, which he did. âPines. Stan Pines, at your service.â He grinned at you and you nodded as you gave him your first name as well and continued. âMister Pines. Unfortunately, I have some urgent business I need to take care of first. Perhaps we can postpone this tour?â
The man looked a little deflated at first, but quickly brightened up again at your question. âHow about tomorrow evening. We meet here again for dinner. And after that weâll take a stroll through town?â âSounds lovely.â Stan clapped his hands together and winked at you before he went back to the booth with the kids.
By that point you had finished your coffee and headed out to look for Pacifica and her parents. You didnât see it but as you left Stan looked after you, very obviously staring at your ass and grinning. Heâd love to get his hands on that.
When you found them you got the basics settled first. Get them some place to stay the night. Then you got them a new set of clothes, their current ones being torn and dirty. Thatâs how you spent the entire rest of the day, pulling your brother and his family out of the hole he had dug them into.
You made it a point to hold it over his head though, that you managed to get rich on your own while he couldnât even keep the money he inherited. He was mad at you the entire time but he couldnât refute your words, you were correct after all. All throughout this you noticed the way Pacifica looked up at you with bright eyes.
To Pacifica you very quickly became her role model. Confident and strong-willed and most importantly, not taking any shit from her dad. She clung to you, asking you countless questions and admiring you for every choice you had made, especially standing your ground and moving away from the family.
She had heard rumors about her dadâs sister, but until today she had never actually met you. Obviously, her dad didnât want her to get any ideas from you. You, the black sheep of the family.
Seeing Preston crawl back to you now, after all those years, was incredibly satisfying to you. If youâd also get to help turn his own daughter away from his precious âfamily valuesâ then youâd proudly call you her aunt.
While you were out helping your family, the Pines had also gone back to the Shack, now relaxing in front of the TV. Mabel was texting on her phone with Candy and Grenda. Suddenly, she gasped after having read the newest text from Candy. âThereâs more of them?!â
Dipper and Stan looked at her in confusion. âWho?â Dipper asked, but Mabel ignored him, just stared at her phone as another text appeared. âShe was at Greasyâs Diner? Today? We were there today! How did we not see her!?â Dipper was starting to get frustrated with Mabel ignoring him, so he placed his hand over her screen, making her look up at him.
âWho are you talking about?â âPacificaâs aunt! Candy says that she heard her mom talk to her friend on the phone who told her that another Northwest came to Gravity Falls today. Apparently, she wants to help them now that theyâre homeless.â Stan bellowed a laugh.
âServes that slimy Northwest right! Blood runs thicker than water after all. Even he needs to learn that.â Ford, who was also enjoying movie night with his brother and the kids, looked at Stan. He had forgotten how much of a family man Stan really was.
Dipper frowned. âOkay, sure. But if she can help them out then that means she is also rich. Whoâs to say she is any better than Pacificaâs parents?â Stan scoffed. âShe probably isnât. But who cares. Hopefully, theyâll just leave Gravity Falls together now and we wonât have to bother with them anymore.â
Dipper turned back to look at the TV. âYeah, hopefullyâŠâ He mumbled, although he didnât quite mean it. He hated to admit it, but he had started to like Pacifica a little.
The topic was dropped after that and movie night continued.
The next day came and went rather quickly for you. There was a lot for you to do, to get your brother on the right track again. So much so that in that haze you almost forgot about your date with Stan. But you remembered and soon excused yourself, leaving them in the motel room you had rented them.
You went back to Greasyâs and met up with Stan, who immediately greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and his hand on the small of your back as he led you inside. He truly was a man of action and you appreciated that about him. There was a certain honesty in his behaviour which came as a refreshing change to the cold mask your brother and his wife had learned to live with.
âSo, what was this business of yours that was more important than the best date youâll ever have?â The way he was presenting himself in his seat, one arm over the backrest and the other resting on the table, while he looked at you through half-lidded eyes and a smirk on his lips. You loved this. It was silly in a way, but it was so different from the way you were raised that it left you feeling giddy.
âOh, just some old family squabble. Nothing important.â A lie, of course, at least to some degree, but you knew that your family was hated in this town. And for good reason. So you didnât want to taint his view of you before he got to know you properly.
âHm, yeah, I get that. My brother and I had a rough time these last few decades as well.â His smirk had faded and you missed it already. Even so, you asked: âIâm so sorry. Where is your brother now? Did you manage to work it out with him?â Stan chuckled lightly at you and his smirk returned. âWell, considering that I live in his house⊠Yes, Iâd say so.â
You chuckled as well. Now this was something you and your brother would never be able to achieve.
The two of you had a very nice dinner together and talked about everything and nothing. It was a fantastic date. When you left the Diner you turned to look at Stan again. He was already grinning at you and held his arm out for you to take. âNow, onto the tour?â You laughed and gladly looped your arm through his. You had already forgotten about this part of the date.
You strolled through the woods. Stan told you all kinds of fantastical stories about monsters and little supernatural critters that are said to live in these woods. You didnât believe a word of it, of course, but it was fun to play along.
After about twenty minutes you had reached a wooden house in the middle of the forest. It looked like it was supposed to attract tourists, with a big sign on the top that read âMystery Shackâ.
âAnd this,â Stan made a grand gesture, as if revealing the house to you, âis my humble home. Well, my brotherâs, but you get it.â You chuckled lightly and pulled his arm closer to yours again. âYeah, Iâm starting to.â
Stan led you inside, telling you about his family. You were starting to get really excited to meet them. Stan had talked so highly of them, you were sure to like them.
Something you didnât know was that throughout your entire date, Pacifica had followed you. She was curious who youâd agree to go on a date with, especially so soon after arriving in the town. She was shocked, to say the least, when she saw you and Stan Pines entering the Diner. She was even more shocked when he led you to his home.
After you had entered, she stayed outside for a while, pacing back and forth and considering whether or not to confront you about it. Eventually, she decided to do just that.
Inside the Shack Stan had already introduced you to the kids, Mabel and Dipper, and also his twin brother Ford. It was very sweet, especially when you quickly realized that the kids were very similar to their great uncles. Or grunkles, as they put it. They were such a charming family and you envied them for it a little.
After a little bit of sitting together with them you heard a knock at the door. âAny of you expecting someone?â Stan asked around the room and everyone shook their heads. Dipper stood up and went to open the door. In front of him stood Pacifica.
âWhat do you want, Pacifica?â At the name your ears perked up. What was she doing here? You told her to stay with her parents. Then again, you wouldnât have stayed with them either.
âYour great uncle went on a date with my aunt. I want to know why.â Everyone turned to face you, even Dipper craned his neck around the doorway to look at you with his mouth hanging open. Mabel was the first to speak up. She stood on her chair and pointed at you. âYou are a Northwest?! âŠHow? You are so⊠different!â
You chuckled sheepishly. âYeah, well, they donât call me the black sheep of the family for nothing.â At that Stanâs expression immediately softened again. Being the odd one out in your family was something he could relate to.
By now Dipper and Pacifica had walked into the room as well. Pacifica had her arms crossed in front of her and looked at you like she was trying to figure you out. âI get that. But why⊠him?â She gestured towards Stan who frowned at her. You just shrugged your shoulders.
âHeâs exactly my type. Plus! He seems to have the same kind of⊠affinity for making a quick buck like I do.â You smirked at Stan and he returned with a smirk of his own. In a way, you two were quite similar.
Pacifica groaned in frustration and turned to Dipper. âNo way. I get a cool new aunt who immediately dates your stinky grunkle? This is unfair.â âWell, Iâm about to be your stinky uncle as well!â Stan laughed loudly and soon enough everyone at the table joined in, even Pacifica.
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Meet my OC Doc. đŹđđŠŸ
Doc (Jurij Vega) , is a doctor (cybernetic specialist) working for the Grand Army of the Republic. She has blonde hair, freckles and wears googles, often seen adjusting them when she's nervous.
Character traits:
Intelligence: Possesses exceptional intellect and expertise in her field.
Determination: Displays unwavering determination to achieve her goals and push boundaries.
Technical Savvy: Proficient in technology, using her skills to invent, engineer, and innovate.
Complex Morality: Deals with moral conflicts and gray areas, grappling with the ethical implications of her actions.
Visionary: Possesses a visionary mindset, challenging the status quo and striving to reshape the world.
Ethical Exploration: Explores the boundaries of what is ethically acceptable and pushes the limits of her field.
A Clash of Idealism and Reality
Hailing from a humble background in the Outer Rim, Doc's decision to become a doctor was motivated by the loss of her big brother. Specializing in cybernetic implants and intricate surgical procedures for Clone troopers, she has performed surgeries on notable figures like Commander Wolffe, including the installation of his cybernetic eye. She also ensures the proper functioning of the implanted parts.
Having earned her doctorate in genetic mutations, particularly in enhanced senses and desirable mutations, Doc began her journey in the GAR with idealistic aspirations. However, she soon discovered the limitations of her role, realizing that she was just a cog in the machine and unable to save or even intervene in most lives.
Doc harbors a strong aversion to the regulations imposed by the GAR, especially the protocols that restrict her from intervening beyond a certain extent of damage inflicted on the clones. While she often hesitates to speak out, there have been a few exceptional cases where she defied GAR protocol to save lives.
The Fine Line: Doc's Unhealthy Obsession and Coping Mechanisms
Struggling with obsessive tendencies regarding her work, Doc's dedication can sometimes take on unhealthy dimensions. She turns to smoking and other coping mechanisms during high-stress situations, leveraging her access to various substances and medications.
A constant battle wages within Doc, questioning the ethical boundaries of her profession and the medical possibilities that exist. Often, her ego triumphs, pushing her to explore uncharted territories in the pursuit of pushing the limits and challenging established norms.
Obsession and guilt: Doc and Commander Ghoul
Doc, driven by a helper syndrome, becomes obsessed with healing Jenot and making him whole again. This obsession borders on unhealthy and toxic, as she invests all her energy into his well-being. Meanwhile, Jenot, burdened by survivor guilt, directs his frustration and anger towards Doc, blaming her for saving his life. Their dynamic is marked by a constant power struggle, with Doc shouldering the weight of his emotions.
Here and here more about Commander Ghoul (OC by @cloned-eyes) Here the thing everything started
Fanfiction Shattered Minds - Part 1 - Part 2
tagging @staycalmandhugaclone for the wonderful OC 400 Follower event you can join here.
Thanks for that, it finally made me put together some info from my head here. And hopefully gets me motivated to post the (almost three) existing parts. Doc is my baby, I love her, so be nice.
#oc doc#oc commander ghoul#the clone wars#this was the first thing I ever wrote and will be always in my heart#if you expecting some fluff here you better not enter#I love these damaged little idiots and it will be my pleasure to torment them#yes this will get dark and angsty#star wars fanfiction#oc x oc
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đ„ pairing: kim mingyu x f.reader đ„ wordcount: 19.0k đ„ genre: fake marriage au!, fluff, angst, smut (18+ mdni)
đ„ reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated âĄ! tumblr is based on reblogs not likes, and they help writers like me to get better reach. thank you!
đ„ summary: you and mingyu (a former mafia member and also your ex-fiancĂš's former best friend) are forced into witness protection. All youâve been told is that youâre meant to act like a happily married couple. Pushed into a cookie cutter house, and a suburban neighbourhood far from the city, where people bring you baked goods on your first day and partake in small talk, itâs all foreign and new. Thereâs so many things you donât know about him, but for a man whoâs only known violence and all things illegal, heâs somehow the perfect house husband.
đ„ tags: nonidol!au, ex-mafia!mingyu, househusband!mingyu, afab!reader, catmom!reader, neighbour!verkwan, marshall officer!junhui and jihoon, ex-fiancĂš! seungcheol, fake marriage, mingyu loves to garden, mingyu has a large dragon tattoo on his back that is barely mentioned, mentions of the show Bluey and the movie Twilight, lots of domesticity and house work talk.
đ„ note: i got this fic done earlier than expected but i have LOTS of people to thank because they are a huge part of why i was even able to get it done. firstly to my beta-readers, thank you, you were all so helpful and i really wouldn't have it done without you all @gyuswhore , @highvern , and @onlyhuis âĄ. thank you to @wooahaeproductions , @hannieween , and june (again) for allowing me to put a cameo of you all in the fic! a big thank you to all the people who sent asks that helped me write some of the scenes in the story. thank you to a lot of the @svthub members who helped sm with this fic, esp @ourdawnishotterthanourday, @bitchlessdino, @seokgyuu, @onlymingyus, and @the-boy-meets-evil !! i couldn't have done it without you all and i'm so grateful âĄ. i worked really hard on this fic and i've been talking about it for so long, so thank you to all of you who interacted with my posts and waited so patiently. i appreciate every single one of you and i hope you enjoy this story because i really love it too :). see you soonest - anna âĄ.
đ„ some songs i listened to while writing: lagi - bini, i wish - seventeen, sunny day - beabadoobee, chocolate - seventeen vocal unit. đ„ masterlist
-> smut tags/ warnings under the cut (18+ mdni!)
đ„ smut tags: dom!gyu, sub!reader, unprotected penetrative p in v sex (don't do it!), breeding kink, multiple rounds, multiple positons, creampie, spanking, choking (barely), oral (f.receiving), spitting, pet names (reader: baby, wife) (mingyu: baby). đ„ warnings: mentions of weapon and drug trafficking, violence, reader is paranoid and anxious from time to time, a lot of inaccurate talk about legal stuff and witness protection, everything listed is talked about with as very little detail as possible.
The tension in the air is thick, not one word was uttered the whole car ride.
Everything still felt surreal, especially because the person youâre forced to live with for the next year is someone you arenât particularly fond of.Â
When you were told that youâd be put into witness protection due to your ex-fianceâs mafia bust, you didnât expect that it would be spent with his right-hand man. The same man who you watched execute heinous acts under the volition of your ex. It wasnât his fault that he had to carry out orders, but witnessing him unleash his wrath onto others was enough for you to steer clear of him.Â
You arenât one to judge, especially because you were to be wed to the mafia boss himself. You knew he was partaking in shady business, but you didnât know that innocent peopleâs lives were included in his scheme to make more money.Â
âI think weâre here,â Mingyu breaks the silence for the first time since you entered the car.Â
Your attention is brought to the large sign that is displayed in front of the gated community. The words âBridgewater Heightsâ are plastered to the high cement wall that surrounds the area. A part of you is glad that it at least looks like a secure place to live and bougie too; the gated entrance requiring a passcode with guards sitting at the doors screamed wealth.Â
Never in your life did you think you were going to be living in such an expensive-looking place. Even when you were still dating Seungcheol, who had money raining down on him constantly, you never desired this lifestyle. Maybe it was because you never understood the want to live in the suburbs, the city suited you better anyway.
 Those initial thoughts are offset as you stare out the car window. children happily playing in the streets, the sun shining down on them, their laughter seeping through the cracks of the car door as they skip around. Everything here seems so cheerful. you wonder if you could begin to find that type of joy if you stay here long enough too.Â
As you approach the house you are forced to stay in, you realize that it looks like every other one in the neighbourhood. Large, modern, and painfully identical to your neighbours. A white picket fence lining the yard, with a front-facing garage that perfectly fits two cars. Large windows and a wrap-around porch tie it all together. You couldnât help but be amazed at how grand everything looks, the difference is drastic from your cozy apartment back in the city.Â
An audible gulp goes down your throat. It didnât start feeling real till now, especially because you spent the hour-long car ride daydreaming about your old home. Reading a book on the couch while stroking your cat, Norbertâs fur. His purring in the back seat calms you down, but not enough that you can accept your fate of living with Mingyu for the next year.Â
Your now âhusbandâ parks in the driveway before popping the trunk open to unload the suitcases that carried half of your life. All your clothes, books, and trinkets are all sized down to sixty kilograms. It upset you to take only your most important things, but if it meant youâd be safe from your ex, you knew you had no choice but to agree.Â
As you opened the door to your new home, your heart began to pound in your chest.Â
You watched as Mingyu continued to haul everything from the car into the house; his large biceps bulging through his white tee as he carried the box that caged your now whining cat. Norbertâs meowing becomes more agitated with every passing second he spends in his carrier case, the guilty feeling pools in your stomach as his meows turn into cries. You hated keeping him in one place for long, especially for long car rides.Â
Norbert has always been an active cat, running around, and exploring your old neighbourhood, and at the end of the day, he always came back. At night you two spent hours cuddling while you read your books; sometimes reading the words aloud as if your cat could understand what you were saying.Â
Mingyu finishes up with the last of the boxes, taking a step back to look at the new house in all its glory. His hands on his hips as he sighs, admiring the work that had gone into building the house. You didnât understand why he found the craftsmanship so interesting, but you decided not to think too hard about it.Â
He turns to you with an apprehensive smile, his eyes glinting in the sun, âHome sweet home, I guess.âÂ
two.Â
The first few days at the new house were uneventful and awkward, to say the least. Mingyu spent the majority of his time doing random housework, he thought that if he had to live here for a year, then he should at least try and make it as âhomey" as possible.Â
Many of the women in the neighbourhood had deemed Mingyu as their new eye candy, even though he wore his pink Shibu inu apron while tending to the garden at the front of the house. They would especially make sure to take multiple laps around the block during their group walks, drooling over his toned muscles as he began to plant an array of flowers on the lawn.Â
Mingyu isnât very observant when it comes to people finding him attractive, believe it or not. He automatically assumes that the wives of Bridgewater just wanted to get to know the new couple that just moved in.Â
âWhat a beautiful garden you have!â one of the wives called out from the sidewalk, her eyes glinting with appeal.Â
âThank you, Itâs not done just yet, but I think weâre finally getting somewhere,â Mingyu smiles bashfully.Â
âOf course dear. You know if youâre ever free you should come and take a look at my garden,â another lady giggles, her innuendo flying right over Mingyuâs head.
The group of forty-plus-year-old women all giggle like school girls as they watch his face turn red with flattery. Mingyu scratched the back of his head awkwardly as they bid him goodbye, curious as to what the group of women thought was so funny about him taking a look at their gardens. Itâs all just a bunch of flowers, isnât it?Â
The sound of your carâs engine brings Mingyu out of his thoughts, his gardening tools forgotten by the piles of dirt. You lug Nortbertâs carrier as you walk into the house, acknowledging his presence with a small nod. His pink aprons raise a few questions in your head, but you decide not to comment on it.Â
âOh hey youâre back, is he ok?â Mingyu asks, motioning to the carrier you hold in your hand.Â
Halting your steps, your eyes widen as you realize that heâs talking to you. There wasnât much conversation between the two of you since you moved in. so you found it a little surprising that heâs asking about Norbert, the cat who tends to show lots of aggression towards him.Â
âMorning. Heâs ok, I just took him for his check-up at the vet,â you shrug before entering the house.Â
You leave the conversation there. There wasnât much else to say anyway, and you had a lot of work to get to before the end of the day. If Mingyu feels a little bit ignored by your actions, he doesnât make it noticeable, going back to working on his garden.Â
From across the yard, neither you nor Mingyu notices Seungkwanâs looming figure as he and Vernon enjoy the Friday morning sun. He watches the two of you from his porch with a quirked eyebrow. Theyâre awkward for newlyweds, he thinks to himself.Â
âNonie, donât you think theyâre a little weird?â Seungkwan nudges his boyfriend, whoâs mumbling to himself while Vernon reads his book.Â
Vernon quirks up, moving his headphones a little to hear what his boyfriend has to say, âHuh? Sorry I was reading, whatâd you say?âÂ
âNothing, go back to your book love,â Seungkwan mumbles, his eyes still darting back and forth from your descending figure and Mingyu, his suspicions spiking once more.Â
three.
âSo, howâs the house? Do you guys have everything you need?â Jihoon asks over the phone.Â
Being the marshall officer assigned to your case, he would take time out of his hectic workday to check up on you and Mingyu. You still remember the first time he had contacted you, informing you about your ex escaping a planned police raid. The rhythmic beating of your heart stopped the moment those words left Jihoonâs lips, and the fear of Seungcheol showing up at your home unannounced at any moment doubled within a second.Â
You didnât want to leave everything behind, especially because of how hard it was for you to build a life for yourself in your old city. But the other half of you was scared at the possibility of Seungcheol finding out about your new apartment and your new job; it was all too risky.Â
Now that youâre here, a part of you wonders what you would have said if Jihoon told you that Mingyu was the man they were going to put into witness protection alongside yourself. Maybe if you knew from the beginning you wouldâve refused, or at least asked to be placed somewhere that allowed you to be alone.Â
âItâs fine Jihoon, weâve unpacked everything, but our neighbours are quite noisy if Iâm being honest,â you sigh, petting Norbert in your lap as you answer all of his questions.Â
The first day you and Mingyu moved in, your neighbour Seungkwan took it upon himself to introduce you to Bridgwater. Not only did he give you the rundown of every family that lived on your block, but he also became very curious about you and Mingyu. Seungkwanâs questions hit you back to back as if you were being interviewed, and you donât even remember how you answered any of them.Â
âWhoâs the handsome one carrying all your things?â
âOh, thatâs your husband? How long have you been married? How did you two meet?âÂ
âDo you two have any kids? No? Oh what a shame, this neighbourhood is filled with them. Does your husband have a twin brother? Donât tell Vernon I said that â just joking!â
âOh, whoâs Vernon? Heâs my boyfriend, heâs in the house somewhere, anyways why did you two decide to move to Bridgwater?âÂ
The questions went on for what felt like forever and before you knew it Mingyu had finished unpacking the first floor of the house. The place came fully furnished so you didnât have much to do. But Seungkwan made you nervous to say the least, especially because you didnât prepare to be quizzed on your first day in the neighbourhood. The only good thing to come out of that interaction was the brownies he baked, which tasted amazing, surprisingly enough.Â
âWhy? Should I look into it?â Jihoon suggests, bringing you out of your thoughts.Â
You shake your head as if he can see you through the phone call.Â
âNo, itâs okay, one of them just likes to gossip I think,â you laugh. âOther than that weâre fine.âÂ
You hear Jihoon sigh out of relief, his day is already long enough. If he had to spend time looking into your neighbours to see if they had a criminal record, he would miss his dinner date.Â
âOkay, good to know. Iâll call you again next week,â Jihoon says with a monotonous tone.Â
A giggle leaves your lips, the exhaustion clear in his voice. You felt a little bad knowing he had to spend a lot of time on you and Mingyuâs case, but you were also thankful for the fact that you had someone to talk to from time to time.Â
It's only been about a week since you arrived in your little suburbia âhavenâ, and you still havenât made any friends in the neighbourhood. You donât count Seungkwan⊠he was more like a pain in the ass than a friend if anything. Although his boyfriend Vernon wasnât as bad; quiet and a little expressionless, at least he kept to himself.Â
You hear the front door unlock with a beep, you already know who it is.Â
Whipping your head to see Mingyu stepping through the front door, hands filled with grocery bags. His appearance is laughable, his tall stature and large muscles contrasting the pink Shiba Inu apron that he wears over his clothes. You werenât sure where he had got it from or why he chose to wear it in public, but you donât feel like itâs your place to question him.Â
In the few days that you two have been living together, you begin to realize how different he is compared to his former mafia brothers. Mingyu had a knack for knowing his way around the kitchen, the whole house. He spent a lot of his free time cleaning, gardening, or making meals for the two of you.Â
The two of you didnât talk much, and there was still some awkwardness lingering in the air. Meals were eaten with minimal conversation, and during the nights you would read your books in the living room, Mingyu would sit on the opposite side attempting to get Norbert to warm up to him.Â
âNorbert, please! Anytime but now, I have a shit ton of groceries that need to be put away!â You can hear Mingyu exasperate at the front of the house.Â
Norbertâs meowing rings throughout the house and you already know that his claws are probably scratching away at Mingyuâs pants. From what you have gathered, Norbert isnât very fond of Mingyu. You assume that heâs just not used to having another person around the house, but at the same time, you thought your cat would have started to get used to his presence by now.Â
âNorbert, baby! Come and sit with me, Iâve got a new book for us to read,â you call out for him, saving Mingyu from your catâs wrath.Â
The pitter-patter of his claws grows louder as he makes his way towards you, Mingyuâs large sigh of relief following shortly after. You laugh to yourself at how much he likes to torment Mingyu, even though Norbert only weighs about twenty pounds and is a cat. Â
The night goes on without another hitch. Mingyu prepares dinner for the two of you while you and Norbert dive into the first installment of Twilight. Reading aloud so your baby (cat) can follow along with the story about teenage vampires and werewolves.Â
four.Â
Mingyu was a man who thought he would never be able to escape his mafia, let alone be able to restart in a place that didnât tie him to any of his illicit work. He never wanted to work for Seungcheol, nor did he want to live every day wondering if it was going to be his last.Â
He sees himself as a simple man, and all his daydreams are centered around living a simple life. A home thatâs fit for a family, a golden retriever to throw frisbees with, and neighbourhood barbecues. He thought it was all some far-fetched fantasy.Â
It wasnât until Jihoon got in contact with him, thatâs when he realized that he finally had a chance at living the life he always dreamed of. What he didnât know was that you would be the one he was going to be living with. But the moment Jihoon mentioned you, he knew that his wishes were more out of reach than he hoped.Â
He didnât have anything against you, but he still remembers the day you left Seungcheol. It's heavily ingrained in his memory, not only because your escape created an uproar, but it was also the day he realized he too needed to get out of there as soon as possible.
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âBoss? Wonwoo told me you wanted to talk,â Mingyu enters Seungcheolâs office, face painted with worry.Â
The office faces the west side of the city, skyscrapers and clouds surrounding the large floor-to-ceiling windows. There sat Seungcheol, his hair tousled every which way due to his habit of constantly running his fingers through it. The most obvious indicator of Seungcheolâs stress is if his hair is a complete mess, and that is how Mingyu knew that there must be something wrong.Â
âY/n left,â Seungcheolâs voice breaks, head in his hands.Â
His eyes are bloodshot, shoulders shaking as he cries to himself quietly. Seungcheol wasnât prepared for you to leave, let alone disappear without a single goodbye. He knew it was his fault too, and he knew why you left. The world flipped upside from that day onwards. Seungcheol hasnât been the same since.
The air becomes thick, and Mingyu finds it hard to swallow. He knew how much Seungcheol adored you, and he knew that he would do anything for you.Â
âWhat? Why? Did she say anything to you?â Mingyu panics, unsure what to say or how to comfort his leader.Â
âNo note, nothing,â Cheol sighs, picking at the chipped piece of wood on his desk. âAll she left was her ring on the dresser.âÂ
âIâm sorry Cheol, I didnât know.â Mingyu becomes meek, his voice softer than feathers falling onto the pavement.Â
His stomach plummets to the ground. He had a feeling you found out what truly lies under Seungcheolâs business, but he didnât know you would leave so hastily. He felt the guilt swirl throughout his body, but a part of him was relieved. Mingyu knew you werenât meant for this lifestyle, and if you stayed any longer there would be no chance for you to escape.Â
Wonwoo informed him that he told you about what Seungcheol does to bring money in. He told Mingyu that it wouldnât be right to continue to let you live so carelessly without knowing what type of person your fiance is.Â
It wasnât long after that conversation that Mingyu found his way out of Seungcheolâs grasp too. He knows he shouldâve felt bad, and that he shouldâve at least found an excuse to leave Seungcheol. But he just couldnât go through with it, he knew if he even spent a moment explaining himself, he wouldâve never been able to leave.Â
Mingyu was Seungcheolâs right-hand man, his confidant, and most importantly his best friend. Mingyu has seen Cheol grow into the person he is today, and it only makes him feel even more remorse. He knows he shouldâve stopped him from becoming blinded by wealth, by power. But he didnât and it caused him not only to lose his fiancĂ©e, but also his brother.Â
Since that day, Mingyu has constantly pondered what couldâve been if Seungcheol hadnât turned to mafia life. Would they have been happy? Would they have lived long lives with families of their own? There are so many unanswered what-ifs. He knows he canât change his past anymore, but he knows that wants a better future. Even if it meant spending a year faking a marriage with his former best friendâs ex-fiancĂ©e.Â
five.Â
âOh Y/n-ie! Itâs good to see you, I swear I havenât seen you leave the house since youâve moved in,â Seungkwan snips, giving you a tooth-achingly sweet smile.Â
You try to suppress your eye-roll as much as possible as he walks over to your side of the comically green grassed yard. Seungkwanâs hand is on his hip as he watches you make your way to your car.Â
âGood afternoon to you too, Seungkwan. Just needed to pick up a few things for dinner. Mingyu spent the afternoon at the country club,â you return his fake smile, trying to keep up the facade of a doting wife.Â
âOh! Is that so? I swear I thought your husband did the housework in your home. Heâs always wearing that pink apron around the neighbourhood.â Seungkwan pretends to act invested in your âmarried lifeâ, but heâs trying to get whatever gossip he can out of you. His real goal is purely to entertain the neighbourhood aunties with any information on the newlyweds.Â
Stopping in your tracks, his words catch you by surprise. You shouldâve known that Seungkwan is an observant person, especially because he somehow knows everything about everyone in Bridgewater.
âOh we split the chores evenly,â you let out a forced laugh, he offers to do the housework, and you think to yourself before continuing, âAnd he likes the apron, so who am I to deny his happiness?âÂ
Not wanting to be grilled by Seungkwan any longer, you hastily slip into your car before he can get another word in.Â
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âNorbert, please calm down honey, Iâm trying to cook! And if I donât end up eating neither will you,â you warn your cat to stop pawing at your leg.Â
Norbert was extra clingy today, and knowing you werenât the best cook in the world, you couldnât afford to ruin the recipe for a second time. Yes, a second time.Â
The first attempt at making alfredo for both you and Mingyu ended miserably, and thankfully you were smart enough to buy double the ingredients just in case any mistakes were to occur when you were cooking. The recipe online looked simple, and you even watched a few TikTok videos in an attempt to expand your knowledge.Â
You thought that making a cream sauce and boiling some noodles would be pretty straightforward, but somehow, you burnt the boiling noodles. Seeing all the noodles stick to the bottom of the pan you decided to just leave the searing pot in the sink and worry about it later, which turned out to be another grave mistake.Â
Mistake number two started when you thought the pot was cool enough to touch, earning you a sizzling burn on your soft skin. This explains Norbertâs clingy behaviour, witnessing all your fuck ups through his kitten eyes. You try not to swear in front of the baby but you couldnât help but let out a few curses while you attempted to bandage up your burn.
 To say the least, you shouldnât be let into the kitchen from now on. But you felt bad that Mingyu made food for the both of you instead of letting you fend for yourself, so you thought you could at least return the gesture.Â
Norbertâs meows come to an abrupt stop as he hears the front door beep, making his way to greet Mingyu at the door. Except Norbert never greets Mingyu in a friendly way. Not more than ten seconds pass before you begin to hear Norbertâs hissing and clawing into the man's thighs.Â
âNorbert! Please! Whereâs your mom? Canât you just sit with her so I can at least take my shoes off?â Mingyu begs, causing you to snort.Â
Norbert doesn't listen to anyone but you, and even that is a rare occurrence for your sassy cat.Â
âHoney, come to the kitchen!â you yell at your cat to return to his rightful side beside you.Â
Mingyu comes speeding down the hallway, Norbert following him, his curious eyes peeking at your frame. He watches as you concentrate on making the alfredo sauce, tongue stuck out and a layer of sweat lining your forehead.Â
The sun is setting behind you, the golden rays hitting your face, highlighting your features beautifully. Mingyu is entranced, his prior feelings of hunger are nothing but a memory of the past.Â
You can feel his eyes on you, his stare boring holes into the side of your face and it causes your shoulders to stiffen slightly. Turning to face him, you quirk an inquisitive brow, not sure as to why heâs so trained on you. The gears begin to turn, and finally, the imaginary lightbulb begins to ding.Â
âI was calling for Norbert,â you clarified.Â
âOh.âÂ
âYeah, but itâs fine if youâre here too. I tried to make us dinner, I know youâre the cook but I felt bad that youâre always the one preparing food for us,â you shrug, trying not to focus on how handsome Mingyu looks in his golfing attire.Â
His large biceps stretch the material of his shirt beyond belief, while the pants define his slim waist. The strands of hair are somehow perfectly placed, and his eyes are so kind, it would be stupid to deny his beauty. You can admit that Mingyu is extremely attractive, and you know you donât owe Seungcheol anything, but the thought of being involved with Mingyu more than you already are could fuck things up for your future, especially knowing this arrangement isnât permanent.
âI donât mind though.âÂ
âI know you donât but I do,â you sigh, finishing up the dish by adding the sauce to the pasta.Â
Turning towards the island, you begin to plate the rest of the sides for dinner, trying your best to make sure that this batch is more edible than the first attempt. Mingyu continues to watch you, his arms crossed as he leans against the fridge.Â
This is everything Mingyu wished for himself, the view of you plating the food youâre about to eat together, even if youâre his âbest friendâsâ ex. Playing golf at the country club, even if itâs with Jihoon, who wanted to be able to meet without being inconspicuous. Coming home to a fluffy fur baby, even though Norbert hates his guts. It may not be perfect, or how Mingyu imagined it exactly, but itâs better than before. Better than when he was living every day like it was his last, working a job that brought him no happiness.Â
âDid you burn yourself earlier?â he asks you, noticing the bandage you wrapped around your left hand.Â
âYeah, Iâm not the best cook so, if the food doesn't taste right, sorry,â you apologize in advance, not wanting Mingyu to get his hopes up.Â
He laughs at how apologetic you look, and you turn to give him a glare, his canines poking out of his smile like fangs. This is probably one of the first times you two held a full conversation. The only other time was when you were deciding on how the house was going to be run, and picking out your separate bedrooms.Â
Mingyu was kind enough to let you stay in the master bedroom while he slept in the room across the hall from yours. If you took away the history you had with Mignyu and Seungcheol, you could imagine that the two of you are just like roommates. Living together, acquainted, but not exactly friendly or close.Â
It isnât as bad as you thought it was going to be, and you may have misjudged Mingyu at first. Heâs a lot different than he was all those years ago, or maybe you find him to be different now because you didn't know him all that well when you were still with Seungcheol.Â
You find Mingyu to be kind, soft-hearted, and a man who somehow knows a lot about taking care of the house. Even knowledgeable on how to clean Norbertâs litter box, and give him the occasional bath.
âWhat did you and Jihoon talk about at the country club?â you ask him, wanting to know if thereâs any important news that should be brought to your attention.Â
âWell he said that the FBI is still on the hunt for Seungcheol, but the rest of the guys have already been put into custody,â he sighs.Â
âAnd Wonwoo?âÂ
âHeâs fine, they pardoned him for giving up information,â Mingyu mutters, walking up to the space beside you.Â
He takes the bowl of lettuce from your hands, adding in all the ingredients you prepped for the salad to have alongside your pasta. The brush of your hands makes you blush like some teenage girl, but you allow him to help you nonetheless. You didnât realize how tiring cooking was because youâve never had to cook for more than one person before.Â
âThatâs good to hear. If it werenât for Wonwoo, I wouldnât have been able to leave that damn place,â you laugh bitterly, folding the sauce into your noodles, making sure they were fully coated.Â
âI was there, that day,â Mingyu mentions, his eyes trained on preparing the food in front of him, âSeungcheol was a wreck.âÂ
âI know, and I know it hurt him, but I couldnât stand being there anymore. Especially after Wonwoo told me the truth.âÂ
âItâs okay, heâs not the same guy I knew from when we were kids either.âÂ
âI hope heâs moved on at least.âÂ
âI wouldnât know,â Mingyu shrugs, his eyes glassy, âI left a few days after you did.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
âYeah, for the same reasons you did, and also for myself,â he sighs, moving away to grab plates from the cupboards.Â
Standing there, youâre stunned. Mingyu was someone Seungcheol saw as his brother, and you thought they would live their mafia life together till the end. As cheesy as it sounds, there were times you felt that your ex cared more for Mingyu than any other person who worked for him.Â
Mingyu begins to set the table, Norbert following closely as he peers at the counter to see all the food that youâve made. If you didnât know any better you wouldâve thought that even your cat was aware of the stiff atmosphere that blankets you and Mingyu.Â
You donât know if you should pry, so you just nod and help him with putting dinner on the table. And for the rest of the night, it was quiet. Eating in silence while Norbert watches Bluey in the living room, something that youâve always put on for him just to keep him occupied while you and Mingyu eat dinner.Â
After dinner was finished, Mingyu offered to wash the dishes, allowing you to relax and enjoy some episodes of Bluey with Norbert purring peacefully by your side.Â
âMind if I join?â Mingyu enters the living room, wearing sweats and a white tank top.Â
You give him a shy smile gesturing for him to sit on your right side while Norbert lays on the cushion to your left. His taunt muscles distract you for a second, but you do your best to shake the attraction from your coursing veins. The couch dips and Mingyu lets out a relieved sigh. Probably because he was tired from the day he spent trying to pretend he was out golfing with Jihoon.Â
âSo whatâs the show about?â Mingyu asks you, his eyes trained on your side profile.Â
âA show about a dog family,â you chuckle, âOriginally it was meant for Norbert to watch when Iâm working or when weâre eating, but itâs pretty good.âÂ
âReally? Isnât it for kids?â Mingyu snorts but continues to sit next to you, watching the said kids' show.Â
âYeah it is, but Norbert is a kid to me,â you laugh, giving Norbert extra pats.Â
âHeâs a little menace that one,â Mingyu shakes his head, âI donât think he likes me very much.âÂ
âNorbert just needs to get used to you,â you shrug, âIâve had him since I left Seungcheol, so heâs seen me at my worst, he might just be overprotective of me.âÂ
Mingyu nods, taking in everything youâre telling him. He understands how leaving your ex-fiance is traumatic and heartbreaking. He knows it wasnât easy for you, but at least you had Norbert to help you heal.Â
âIt wasnât an easy decision, and Norbert helped me stay strong. It was lonely without Seungcheol for a long time, and a part of me will always love who he used to be.âÂ
Heat overwhelms Mingyuâs body, and his heart breaks for you. He canât imagine what it's like to love someone and find out theyâre not the person you thought they were. He knew you tried to tolerate his work, but at some point, you were led to your breaking point.Â
âI hope you know you did the right thing. Seungcheol was going down a dark path and you were able to get out,â Mingyu smiles at you, his eyes filled with sincerity.Â
âThank you Mingyu, I appreciate that,â you return his smile.Â
The two of you spend the rest of the night watching episodes of Bluey with Norbert, talking a little in between about the characters. Laughing at the scenes with Bluey and her younger sister, falling into a comfortable silence with each passing second.Â
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You feel warm, no, hot even. The sunlight hitting your face makes your eyes scrunch in discomfort. There's an ache in your shoulders as you begin to wake up from a very uncomfortable sleep. An arm pinning you down to the couch, a leg over yours. It takes you a while to begin to comprehend where you are and who is lying next to you.Â
Mingyuâs snores fill your ears, heavy breaths tickling the back of your neck. You almost fall onto the carpet as you realize who exactly is holding you. Last night ended so peacefully, so much so that you donât even remember falling asleep to begin with.Â
Yet here you are, enveloped in his grasp, panicking and wondering how youâre going to escape without waking him up. And if matters couldnât get any worse, you feel a hard bump brush against your lower back. The blush on your cheeks intensifies, he canât be, you think to yourself. But you know what exactly is poking you as if this situation could get any more awkward.Â
It's normal, right? Men get morning wood all the time, you thought to yourself.Â
âShitâŠâ you whisper to yourself, slowly prying Mingyuâs arm from off your waist.Â
He stirs in his sleep as you move off the couch but not enough to wake him up. As you stand up to walk away, you take one last peek at him, wondering how you two ended up falling asleep while watching Bluey of all shows.Â
The usually sharp features are softened by his slumber, giving him a youthful look. Itâs the first time youâve seen him look so peaceful, and it suits him. This neighbourhood suits him as if heâs been living here all his life. It makes you feel a little envious knowing how easy it is for him to assimilate. He remembers all the neighbours' names and says hello to everyone who passes him while he's working in the yard, he just made it all look so easy to forget his life in the bustling city. Although you canât blame him, you can tell he loves it here because of how much care he puts into the house. You canât help but wonder why heâs trying so hard knowing both of you will part ways by next year.Â
six.Â
While you spent the majority of the day holed up in your office trying to finish off the rest of your projects, Mingyu decided that it was a lovely day to try and bond more with Norbert. He wasnât sure how to make the stubborn kitten fall for him, but he thought that a nice walk around the neighbourhood couldnât hurt.Â
The day had barely started and Norbert was already making a fuss. Mingyu isnât well-versed when it comes to cats; heâs more of a dog person himself. So to his surprise, Norbert was very adamant about staying indoors today.Â
âDonât you wanna explore the neighbourhood, Norbert?â Mingyu tries to persuade the cat, which makes him feel like a fool.Â
Norbert gives him a blank stare obviously, and Mingyu wonders why heâs even trying knowing that the cat probably canât understand him anyway. Trying his best to compromise with the ever-so-stubborn Norbert, a light bulb goes off in his head.Â
It surely wasnât easy, and there were a few scratches here and there, but Mingyu finally was able to put Norbert into the basket of his bicycle. The cat meowed like crazy until he was hit with the fresh air and warm sunlight. His meows died down and he sat in the basket peacefully, watching the kids play on the street and the cars pass by.Â
âSee? Not so bad now is it?â Mingyu chuckles, noticing the shift in Norbertâs mood. He meows back while nuzzling into the safety of his blanket.Â
âItâll be a boysâ day today, your momâs busy working,â Mingyu continues, even though the animal canât understand what heâs saying.
Feeling the wind brush through his hair, Mingyu takes a deep breath of fresh air. A content smile made its way onto his face, he could get used to this. The neighbours of Bridgewater waved to him as he biked along the streets. It's so peaceful, everyone is happy, and Mingyu is happy. He loved to explore even if it was just by himself, even if it meant he was alone with his thoughts.Â
âMingyu darling, what are you doing out and about today?â one of the older women he sees daily calls out for him.Â
âGood afternoon! Me and Norbert just wanted to explore today,â he smiles with a toothy grin.Â
The woman blushes at his handsome visuals, trying not to get caught up in his charms. She looks behind his large frame, spotting the cat sleeping peacefully in the basket attached to his bike. Letting out a giggle, finding it quite funny that Norbert is a cat and not a dog, usually, you donât take cats out for these types of things.Â
âWhereâs that wife of yours? Iâve only seen her a few times, but oh my, isnât she so pretty? You got lucky you know,â she chuckles, patting Mingyuâs arm playfully.Â
Mingyuâs eyes shine at the mention of you, he agrees that youâre pretty but it feels a little weird that you're referred to as his wife, knowing that itâs all a facade.Â
âThank you miss, Iâll have to let her know that you said that,â he replies kindly while Norbert stirs a little in his spot before returning to his sleep.Â
âPlease donât call me Miss, it's so formal! Just call me Auntie, okay?â she returns his kind smile. âYou know what, Iâve got some leftover kimchi, why donât you take it home, for you and your wife.âÂ
Mingyuâs eyes widened, his heart warmed by her act of kindness. âIs that ok? You donât have to feel obligated to do that.âÂ
âOh please, you young people, always so polite. I want to! So please share it with your wife, make some kimchi stew for dinner,â she reassures him, leaving him at her front yard to fetch a container of said kimchi.Â
She comes back with a huge tub, enough to feed them for a whole month maybe. Handing him over the large container, she reminds him to come back when they run out. Bidding her goodbye, Mingyu returns home from his bike ride successfully with a sleepy cat and a comically large tub of fermented cabbage in tow.Â
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The smell of kimchi stew wafts from the kitchen into your office causing your stomach to growl with hunger. Focused on your pending tasks, you didnât realize how fast the time flew by while you were working. Glancing over at the clock youâre surprised that it's already a quarter to five.
Stepping out to see what Mingyuâs doing in the kitchen, you find his back turned to you, nursing a large pot of stew on the burner. His large frame is accentuated by a white tank top, the pink string of his apron strewn along his waist. At this point, you werenât sure if you were drooling over the smell of the food or the sight of your muscular fake husband.Â
âWhat are you cooking?â you call out, leaning against the door frame that leads to your workspace.Â
Mingyu jumps at the sound of your voice, surprised that youâve come out so early. He knows you tend to work for long periods, only coming out when youâve fully completed your assigned projects.Â
âKimchi stew, the lady down the street gave us a huge tub,â he replies, still stirring the pot without looking back at you. âI took Norbert out for a bike ride and she offered so.âÂ
âYou took Norbert for a bike ride?â you ask with a raised eyebrow.Â
Norbert is the type of cat who doesnât like getting picked up and knowing that information makes it hard to believe Mingyu was able to successfully put him into the basket attached to his bike. Imagining him fighting to get your very grumpy cat into the bike made you giggle, especially because you know how much Norbert doesnât like Mingyu.  Â
âYeah, after a few scratches, he got in and I think he liked it. He fell asleep for most of it though,â Mingyu snorted, recalling how much that furball of fury put up a fight till his body hit the basket.Â
âItâs nice that youâre trying to bond with him, it just takes him a while to warm up to you.âÂ
âYeah, I figured we just needed a boy's day while you were working.âÂ
âHmm, anyways the kimchi stew, is it ready?â you inquire while your stomachâs impatience continues to grow with each passing second.Â
âIt should be good, do you mind setting the table for me?â he requests while taking the pot off the burner.Â
You donât say anything else, moving to the living room to turn on more episodes for Norbert before grabbing plates from the cabinets to place them on the small dinner table.Â
The serving dish needed for the stew sat at the very top shelf of the cupboard and your arms were simply too short to grab it. Your movements come to an abrupt halt the moment you feel Mingyu stand close behind you, one hand on your waist while the other hovers over you to grab the bowl.Â
âLet me get it for you,â he grunts, taking the dish in his hand to ladle in the stew.Â
Heart pounding in your chest, his breath tickles the back of your neck, a shiver running down your spine. Mingyuâs body encases yours as his arm comes back down to place the dish on the counter.Â
Cursing yourself, you're thankful your back is turned to him or else he would be able to see the blush thatâs starting to bloom on your cheeks. You mumble a small thanks before going to the table to resume setting the plates down for dinner.Â
As you two eat in silence you think about all the moments youâve had with Mingyu today. The time you slept on the couch until just now when he held you close. It didnât even mean anything, it shouldnât mean anything, yet it replays in your mind like clockwork.Â
seven.Â
The ringing of the doorbell brings you out of your thoughts, placing your book down, you head over to answer the door. Itâs none other than your gossip of a neighbour Seungkwan.Â
âLovely evening Y/n-ie!â He smiles brightly, inviting himself into the foyer of your house before you could even protest.Â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes yet again, stepping aside to allow Seungkwan to go on with whatever it is that brought him barging into your home.Â
âGood evening,â you respond curtly, suspicious as to what he could need at this hour.Â
âVernon and I have some friends over for a little nightcap and dessert, do you and Mingyu want to join?â he asks, eyes never leaving yours.Â
To a normal and maybe less paranoid person, one would assume that Seungkwan is just being a kind neighbour, but youâre not so easily fooled. The glint in his eyes makes you realize thereâs probably an ulterior motive to his âact of kindnessâ.Â
âOh no itâs okay, it would be rude to impose,â you try to play it off politely, but the fucker wouldnât budge.Â
âNonsense! Iâm inviting you and Mingyu because I want you two there,â he explains, waving his hand at you.
Before you can refuse him even more, you hear Mingyu coming out of his room to check up on why youâre taking so long at the front door.Â
âY/n, is everything alright?â he calls out for you as he walks towards the foyer.Â
âEverythingâs all fine and dandy Mingyu, I just came over to invite you and Y/n over for some drinks and dessert!â Seungkwan informs him before you can get another word out.Â
âThat sounds like fun actually, why donât we go baby?â Mingyu turns over to you, his eyebrows raised, his smile tight as he tries to silently tell you that heâs putting an act up for Seungkwan.
Still flustered by the pet name, you cough out a yes. Turning over to Seungkwan to give him a fake smile. He returns your smile, eyes squinted, you can see how hard the gears are working in that brain of his. You know that he probably finds you two odd because of how awkward you and Mingyu are with each other, but you attempt to play it off as normal as possible.Â
âItâs settled then! Let's go, canât keep everyone else waiting,â he exclaims as he opens the door, gesturing for the two of you to walk out first before closing the door.Â
Crossing over to Seungkwanâs side of the yard, he opens the door for the two of you like the perfect host that you figured he would be. You cannot deny that his extroverted persona allows him to be so persuasive, but you canât get over the fact that heâs a little too curious.Â
âThe newlyweds are here!â he calls out and five heads whip over to stare at you and Mingyu standing awkwardly in the foyer of their home.Â
Mingyu grasps your hand in his, his palms rough, probably from all the work he does in the yard. Making your way over to the couch, a man with long hair gets up to pour you two drinks. This is the most that you two have come into contact with each other consciously if you donât count the time on the couch.Â
A part of you wonders if Mingyu realizes what happened this morning, but youâre too embarrassed to bring it up. So youâll leave it and hope he doesnât remember you two squeezed so intimately on the living room sofa.Â
âEveryone, this is Y/n and Mingyu, they moved into the house beside ours a couple of weeks ago,â he introduces the two of you.Â
As the two of you say your helloâs Mingyu pulls over to sit beside him on the couch, his arm wrapped around your waist. The blush on your cheeks stays permanently as youâre practically sitting on his lap. You try not to blow your cover but itâs hard with so many people's eyes on you.Â
âYou both already know Vernon-ie, the one grabbing your drinks is Jeonghan and thatâs his wife, Valerie,â Seungkwan gets you two acquainted with the couple before moving on. âThatâs Joshua and Maren, his wife.âÂ
âNice to meet you! Iâm Valerie but you can just call me Val,â the woman with brownish black hair smiles at you, and you can only nod, still overwhelmed with the amount of people you just met, âSo why did you guys choose to live in Bridgewater?âÂ
âWe thought it would be a nice place to live, I work from home and Mingyu is currently taking a break. The first time we saw the listing, we knew it was going to be our forever home,â you lie straight through your teeth.Â
There's a twinge of guilt that stirs at the pit of your stomach, you feel bad for lying to these people because of how kind they all looked. You even felt bad for lying to Seungkwan, albeit he can be a nosy little shit but at least heâs nice enough to introduce you to his friends.
âIf you donât mind me asking where did you and Mingyu meet?â Maren, the woman sitting beside Joshua asks with a curious sparkle in her eyes.Â
You almost choke on your drink, eyes wide because you were not prepared for all these questions thrown at you. Thankfully Mingyu took the lead this time, his thumb rubbing soothing circles where he had his hand placed on your waist.Â
âWe met through a mutual friend, we were in university at the time,â he smiles warmly and Maren listens intently, hanging onto Mingyuâs every word. âThe moment I saw her I knew I was going to marry her.âÂ
Mingyu turns to you, placing a kiss on the top of your head, and your cheeks heat up for what feels like the millionth time today. Even though his acting this way with you is all a facade your heart canât help but skip a beat.Â
âWhat! Thatâs so cute,â Maren gushes before glaring at her husband before hitting his arm jokingly. âWhy canât you say cheesy stuff like that?âÂ
Joshuaâs eyes go wide and he canât help but stutter. âBro youâre making the rest of us look really bad right now.âÂ
Mingyu barks out a laugh and just shrugs nonchalantly knowing that no one is immune to his charms. Even if all of this is a lie, he canât help but play into the sappy newly-wed trope with you, and it doesn't help that he finds you so caring and beautiful too. Thereâs something about the way you lean into him on the couch and the soft smile you give him while talking about your âforever homeâ, you make it easy for him to imagine fake scenarios of how you two met.Â
âWhat university did you two go to?â Jeonghan pipes up from his seat, his arm wrapping around Val as he sips on his glass of bourbon.Â
âI went to Yonsei, I majored in statistics. Mingyu and I met at a club with our mutual friends,â you try not to sound too nervous while you piggyback off of Mingyuâs lie.Â
The back of your neck feels hot from having everyone inquire about your history with Mingyu, and it doesnât help that your âhusbandââs sitting so close to you, his body heat transferring over to you. At least it wasnât a complete lie, you did go to Yonsei and you majored in stats; just way before you met both Seungcheol and Mingyu.Â
âWhat about you Mingyu?â Jeonghan moves on to him, and he perks up in his seat, mouth full of the cheesecake that Seungkwan made. The food fills his cheeks slightly and you giggle at how much he resembles a chipmunk.Â
âI went to SNU, and majored in business,â he states after swallowing his dessert and clearing his throat.Â
âOkay, enough with the interrogation. Can we talk about something else?â Vernon interrupts, obviously feeling bad for the fact that the rest of them have been asking you two questions for the majority of the night.Â
The rest of the group laughs, probably because they know that Vernon doesnât talk unless heâs prompted to. Although you donât know him very well you could tell that he was more of a listening type. It makes sense that he and Seungkwan are together, he does enough talking for the both of them.Â
You were more surprised by Mingyuâs answer though, you didnât know that he went to SNU, if that was even the truth. Although he does look like the business type. There was something about him that exudes the energy of a CEO or a man whoâs just good at making connections. Heâs able to catch people's attention, his words carry the weight of someone who isnât afraid to speak out loud.Â
With the way he talked to Seungkwanâs friends tonight, you realized how well-articulated he is, and the fact that heâs able to get people to listen to what he has to say. Although heâs a little goofy, if you didnât know him you wouldâve assumed heâs someone important just by how he carries himself outside of the house. Thereâs a swell of pride within you when you watch him talk about your âpastâ, and for some reason, you donât mind it. If anything, youâre looking forward to more moments like this.Â
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The rest of the evening went along smoothly after that, and by the time everyone was ready to leave it was nearing one in the morning. You helped Seungkwan clean up in the kitchen, putting away the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. The two of you were quiet for a bit, only talking when you asked him about what goes where.Â
A part of you felt bad for being so curt with Seungkwan in the beginning. Maybe you were wrong about him and he just likes to be a nosy nieghbour, maybe itâs his way of making friends. You canât help but be guarded due to your past and you misjudged him too quickly.Â
Maybe it was the glasses of wine you had or the fact that you saw a different version of him. But thereâs a lovable side to him, and also a side that doesnât mind embarrassing himself a little to get a laugh out of his friends.Â
âI want to thank you for inviting me and Mingyu tonight, all of our friends are in the city so we donât get to see them often,â you confessed. âItâs nice to have someone else to talk to other than Mingyu or Norbert.âÂ
He turns to you with a genuine smile, and you notice that maybe that glint in his eyes is permanent, a glint that shows his happy demeanor and not the type thatâs meant to show his mischievousness.Â
âIâm glad you had fun because youâll be invited to things like these from now on,â he expresses, his smile reaching his eyes now.Â
âI appreciate it, Mingyu needs more friends in the neighbourhood, ones that are his age and donât constantly drool over him,â you roll your eyes, recalling all the aunties who stroll past your front yard daily.Â
âI can be his friend but I canât promise I wonât drool over him,â he giggles, causing you to slap his arm playfully.Â
âHey! Leave my husband alone, you have your own. Don't get greedy now,â you feign anger at him, glaring at him before bursting out laughing.Â
Mingyu walks into the kitchen, handing over the rest of the dishes that were left in the living room. His eyes dart back and forth between you as he realizes how much closer you two have gotten tonight.Â
âThank you, Gyu, if you ever get tired of being bossed around by Y/n you can always live with me and Nonie,â Seungkwan giggles as he calls him by his nickname, giving his large bicep a squeeze.Â
You gasp at how forward Seungkwan is, your hand placed over your chest as you pretend to be offended by his words. He only glances back at you to stick his tongue out.Â
âYouâre so childish, heâs my husband,â you attested, pulling Mingyu by his arm so he could stand closer to you. âAnd Iâm not bossy, Mingyu just enjoys doing housework!âÂ
Mingyu is even more confused now, but he cracks a smile when he sees how playful youâve become. He concludes that maybe you just had a little more to drink than normal and goes along with you and Seungkwanâs teasing.Â
âWoah thatâs enough you two, thereâs enough Mingyu for everyone,â he laughs and you give him a sour look. He was obviously feeling himself too much in that moment, but you canât help but chuckle at how cocky he sounds.Â
âLetâs go home Gyu, before Seungkwan decides to hold you hostage.â you huff emphasizing his nickname before you drag him over to the front door. âBye Seungkwan, I already know Iâll see you tomorrow!âÂ
Waving goodbye to Kwan, you pass Vernon on your way as he sits on the couch scrolling on his phone while the two other couples mingle amongst themselves.Â
âBye everyone, it was nice meeting you, but itâs way past her bedtime,â Mingyu muses, motioning over to you. Your eyes feel droopy and you were practically hanging off of Mingyuâs body as he held you by the waist.Â
They all say their goodbyes to the two of you with promises to meet soon again. Mingyu guides you through the front door and across the green grassed lawn back to your place.Â
The time you spent with everyone tonight allowed you to recognize that maybe it isnât so bad living here. Especially if youâll be able to talk to them more often. No one but Mingyu knows about your past, and that reassures you to start new friendships, even though theyâre temporary.
eight.
The next morning you woke up to your phone ringing incessantly, to the point you almost threw it across your room. It wasnât until you read the name âJihoonâ flashing across the screen, causing you to fully wake up from what feels like a hundred years' worth of sleep. You silently promised yourself to remind Mingyu to not let you drink so much wine at Seungkwanâs house again.Â
âJihoon? Is everything alright? You usually check up on us in the evening,â you stammered, sleep still evident in your voice.Â
âY/n, hey sorry to call so early butâŠtheyâve located Seungcheol,â he sighs, the news of his whereabouts hanging in the air.Â
Gulping nervously, your palms sweat. The way Jihoon sounded a little apprehensive made you feel uncertainty brewing in the pit of your stomach.Â
âGo on.âÂ
âHe used a burner to call a friend of his Iâm guessing, but we were able to ping it and heâs in the town next to yours.â
âWhat?!â Now youâre fully freaking out, pushing your comforter to go and find Mingyu.Â
âIâm really sorry Y/n,â Jihoon sounds just as stressed as you are.Â
Searching around the house you see him sitting on the sofa with Norbert beside him, theyâre watching more episodes of Bluey, but he pauses the show after noticing the panicked look on your face. You go to sit beside him putting your phone on speaker so the both of you can hear what Jihoon has to say.Â
âYouâre on speaker, Mingyuâs right beside me,â you mention before allowing him to continue.Â
His sigh is audible through the speakers of your phone, and your blood pressure rises. If Jihoon is this worried then you should probably just be as worried.Â
âThey found his location to be at a motel in the next town over, we donât know how he found out but he might be looking for you two,â he explains carefully. âIâm sending over another Marshall officer to watch over you two while we continue to track Seungcheol. You two should be safe with him but try not to leave the neighbourhood for now, it could get dangerous if he ends up seeing either of you.âÂ
âOkay got it, thank you Jihoon,â Mingyu replies, his hand subconsciously placed over yours as you two bear the news of your very dangerous ex potentially on the hunt for you two.Â
Jihoon gives you two his regards before he hangs up, probably too busy to linger on the phone for any longer.Â
Giving Mingyu a nervous look, he can tell how hard this information is for you to handle. After a month of being here in what felt like a sanctuary from the dangers of the outside world, youâre pulled back into reality. Youâre reminded of why youâre really here, more scared than ever.Â
The tears start to fall before you even realize and Mingyu doesnât say anything else, instead, he pulls you into your arms and tries to comfort you as much as possible. Even though heâs just as scared as you are, heâs determined to protect you, to protect his home, even Norbert.Â
âIâm sorry, Y/n,â he whispers into your ear as you cry into his chest, your tears wetting his shirt.Â
âYou did nothing wrong, Mingyu,â you blabber as his hand rubs your back, trying to console your sobs. âIâm just so scared, what if he hurts us? What if you get hurt? I wouldnât be able to handle it.âÂ
âHey hey, itâs okay, I got you, I wonât let anyone hurt you. Donât forget where I came from before all this,â he reassures you, pulling you back to look you in your eyes with a solemn stare. âHeâs not going to touch even a single hair on you, or Nobert.âÂ
You giggle a little at the fact that heâs always so inclusive to the cat whoâs a bitch to him but youâre happy to know that heâs willing to protect all of you. He laughs with you, wiping away the tears that have fallen from your eyes, his touch as gentle as a mouse despite how large his hands are.Â
âYouâre the best fake husband, I hope you know that,â you mumble as you go back into his embrace. âI know I havenât said it yet, but I appreciate everything youâve done for us.âÂ
âThank you Y/n, youâre the best fake wife too,â he whispers back, kissing the top of your head just like he did last night.Â
Except this time thereâs no one to fool, thereâs no one to lie to. Itâs just the two of you, and the subtle meaning behind his affection makes you wish that it was Mingyu you fell for all those years ago instead.Â
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Jihoon: I have an officer whoâll be patrolling the area, his name is Jun Wen. Hereâs his badge number: ###### and picture. Just in case someone tries to come and impersonate him, also donât mind if heâs a little weird, that's just how he is; and yes, he knows what heâs doing so donât worry. Youâre in safe hands.Â
An eyebrow quirks up as you read the last part of his text wondering what he meant about âweirdâ. As if on cue, the sound of the doorbell reverberates throughout your house. Â That must be him, you thought to yourself.Â
Mingyu leaves his spot on the couch and goes to get the door. He's become extra protective of you since the call you had with Jihoon this morning. It allows you to relax a little knowing heâll be the one to answer the door from now on.Â
âUh, Y/n? Whyâs there some guy meowing at Norbert on our front porch?â Mingyu asks you with a puzzled expression on his face.Â
âHuh?â youâre just as confused as he is, but you walk over to Mingyu with your phone in hand regardless.Â
Looking down at the picture Jihoon sent and back at the man squatted beside Norbet, you realize this is what Jihoon meant about him being weird. From the picture that was sent, he looks like a perfectly normal guy, maybe he just really likes cats? You wondered to yourself.
âOh thatâs Jun, the guy Jihoon sent over,â you mumble, showing Mingyu the picture on your phone.Â
âHuh,â Mingyu says, dumbfounded.Â
Opening the door you donât say anything, just watching the man named Jun make noises at your cat, who looks disgruntled and very annoyed at the random human disturbing his sleep. Heâs dressed in normal clothing instead of a uniform, probably so that the neighbours donât ask any questions.Â
âMah-ow, mahhh-owww,â Jun keeps on making weird noises, blissfully unaware of the two of you staring at him from the now-opened front door.Â
âUh excuse me, sir, what are you doing?â you call out to him, the confusion still very clear on your face.Â
Norbert hears your voice, ears perking up before he slips past Mingyuâs legs to go back into the house. His little claws clack against the hardwood as he makes his way onto the couch to continue with his afternoon nap.Â
âAw man, you guys scared the cat away,â he sighs animatedly before standing up to greet the two of you with his hand out to shake. âHi, my nameâs Jun, Iâll make sure bad guys wonât come and attack.âÂ
You and Mingyu exchange looks before looking back at Jun, then back at each other again. This is definitely not the type of guy you were expecting, but Jihoon trusts him, and you trust Jihoonâs judgment.Â
âWe didnât-uh, never mind, anyways Iâm Y/n, this is Mingyu,â you start to explain that you're not the one to scare Norbet away, but you quickly change your mind. Instead, you return his handshake with a curt smile.Â
âWell, I'll just be patrolling around the neighbourhood, youâll see me parked a few houses down once in a while. If you need anything, hereâs my number.â He hands you his card which is filled with doodles of cats.Â
He really does like cats, you confirm.Â
He walks away with a wave before going back into his car and driving off. Mingyu bursts out laughing, hands clutching his stomach before he sighs, wiping off fake tears from his eyes.Â
âThatâs the guy thatâs going to be helping us? Really?â he chuckles, looking at you like youâd know the answer to Junâs odd behaviour.Â
âHey, donât ask me, ask Jihoon,â you slap his arm playfully before laughing with him.Â
âWell, hopefully, nothing bad happens from now on, I honestly think we could manage without a bodyguard of sorts, or whatever he is,â Mingyu snorts, off put by Junâs personality.Â
âJihoon appointed him, so Iâm sure heâs well trained. He wouldnât have sent him over otherwise,â you rationalize, not wanting to doubt the person whoâs meant to be protecting you from Seungcheol.Â
âOkay, youâre right. Letâs just go inside, Iâll make us kimchi pancakes,â Mingyu beckons, and you close the door behind you before following him to the kitchen.Â
Jun being there just gives you an extra layer of reassurance, and you know Mingyu is just as capable, but it doesnât hurt to have backup. Seungcheol is a smart man, and youâre not sure what tricks he has up his sleeve, so itâs better to be safe than sorry.Â
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âOkay so now we just have to mix the pajeon mix with the kimchi,â Mingyu instructs, once again wearing his pink ruffled apron, but this time youâre wearing a matching one.Â
With your hair tied up, and hands messy with kimchi pancake mix, you follow every instruction that Mingyu gives you. It was his idea to teach you to cook, especially because he knows youâre not well-versed in the kitchen.Â
âNow what?â you ask, looking up at him for guidance, but before you can instruct him you spot the flour splattered on his nose. âHey, youâve got a little bit of⊠lemme justââÂ
Not realizing your hands were covered in the wet batter you end up getting the mixture all over his face too. Gasping at what youâve just done, Mingyu looks at you with wide eyes before taking some of the batter in the bowl and smearing it on your face.Â
âHey! I didnât mean to, whyâd you do that?â you let out a boisterous laugh, running away from him before he could catch you again.Â
âI know you did that on purpose!â he yells out, chasing you around the kitchen island in circles.Â
âNo, I didnât! Stop chasing me!â you squeal as he starts to close the distance between you two.Â
âLiar, Iâm getting my revenge!â he laughs along with you, hot on your trail.Â
The two of you run in circles for a while till you have to catch your breath, causing you to slow down. Mingyu takes this opportunity to finally be able to get a hold of you, wrapping his hands around your waist with little effort before placing you on the counter.Â
âSay your final words now,â he fakes a serious tone, his crinkled as he tries to hold back his laughter.Â
Before you can get another word in he tickles your sides causing you to squirm against him as your back hits the counter. The bowl filled with kimchi pancake mix is long forgotten, half empty because of how much of it got onto both your clothes.Â
âOk stop! I-Iâm sorry I didnât mean to, I promise,â your words getting cut off by your laughter, Mingyu not relinquishing his hold on you.Â
He stops for a moment, his finger pointed at you, âYou promise?âÂ
You nod innocently, his upper body flushed against yours, legs intertwined at his waist as he pins you down to the counter with his other hand.Â
âNot!â you bite the finger pointed at you, but Mingyuâs reflexes are too fast, his large hands pinning your wrists to the counter once more.Â
The two of you have calmed down considerably since then, both tired from running around the kitchen. Your laboured breaths are the only thing that can be heard within the confines of your home. Mingyuâs face is dangerously close to yours, and if you leaned forward your lips would touch.Â
The pounding in your chest doesnât subside and Mingyuâs eyes donât leave yours. His strong arms are perfectly within your line of sight, and at this moment you feel like you and Mingyu are the only people in the whole world. There are no fears or doubts, no scary ex hunting you down. Just you and Mingyu.Â
Without even thinking, you both lean forward and capture each otherâs lips in a soft kiss. You can tell heâs unsure at first, his hands loosening around your wrists, being as careful with you as he was this morning when he wiped away your tears. But you want more.Â
Pressing your lips against his with more vigour, your legs wrap around his waist to pull his pelvis closer to yours. A grunt leaves Mingyuâs lips, he takes this action as a signal to kiss you more passionately. His tongue laps against yours, his hands lifting you so youâre both upright.Â
âMingyu,â you whimper, feeling the wet open-mouthed kisses he begins to press against your neck.Â
Before you can get any further, a cat meows beneath the two of you, his head turned in confusion. You pull away from him first, staring at your menacing cat, Fucking Norbert, you curse him out in your head before hopping off the counter and dusting yourself off.Â
âIâm gonna go shower, then we can go back to making the pancakes,â you smile awkwardly up at Mingyu.Â
âOh okay, me too, yeah.â He scratches the back of his head.Â
Before you head to the washroom in your room you turn around once more and give Mingyu a quick peck on the lips. His arms wrap around your waist, trying to deepen the kiss once more. But you stop him before he can go any further, laughing at how needy he has gotten.Â
âLetâs do that more often,â you giggle before running off to the washroom.Â
Mingyu sighs with content, his cheeks rosy from your flirting. With you gone, he sticks his tongue at Norbert in frustration. What a cockblock, he says to himself in his head. Norbert meows in response before walking back to his spot on the couch.Â
No oneâs ever made Mingyu feel the way you just did. At that moment he realized how fucked he is, youâre only here with him for the next eleven months, then what? Do you two go on with your lives separately? And you two are supposed to just forget everything? The more he thinks about it, the more determined he is to stay. The more determined he becomes to make you his and to give you the life you deserve.Â
The love you deserve.Â
nine.Â
âAfternoon, Jun!â you wave from the porch as you see his car approaching your driveway, his windows down, hair flowing through the wind.Â
He looks so carefree despite how important his job is, and it makes you a little envious of his lighthearted personality. He must have a happy life out of work because you swear no one is this lax with a job like his.Â
âGood afternoon to you too, Y/n,â he gives you a big smile, his little satchel wrapped around him as he makes his way over to you.Â
Itâs been about a week since Jun has been patrolling the nieghbourhood, and Seungkwanâs asked a few questions about the cute but odd guy frequenting your house. The quickest lie that you could come up with was that heâs your best friend visiting from the city. You told him that he works at the home office and that he comes over from time to time to work on another project with you.Â
After that day, Seungkwan stopped asking so many questions, leaving you alone to sit and read with Vernon on their porch.
âDo you want to have lunch with me and Mingyu?â you ask him. âHe made enough that I know we would have leftovers otherwise.âÂ
âMy wife packs my lunch actually and she doesnât like it when I come home with a full container.â He shrugs, taking out the cutely wrapped rilakkuma bento box from his satchel.Â
âWhat! Thatâs so cute, I bet you love her lunch boxes,â you giggle, marveling at how much care his wife had gone into packing him food for the day.Â
He rubs the back of his neck as he lets out a bashful laugh, his cheeks turning red at the mention of his wife.Â
âWell sheâs the only one whose food tastes exactly like my momâs, maybe Iâll bring her around so you can meet her!â Junâs eyes shine as he talks about his wife, obviously, head over heels for her.Â
You find it endearing how much his demeanor changes from silly Jun to an in-love Jun. The tight feeling in your chest doesnât subside as you watch how he goes on about her, and their cats Open, Close, and Lock. It makes you wonder if anyone would talk about you that way, even when youâre not there, or when itâs not some lie to tell to your neighbours and their friends. Â
âThatâs so sweet Jun, whatâs her name?â you ask, wondering if you could make a new friend out of her too.Â
âJune!â he replies, his smile as bright as the afternoon sun.Â
âHer name is also June?â you try to get more clarification on her name.Â
As if Jun himself couldnât get any weirder, he has three cats named Open, Close, and Lock, as well as a wife with the same name as him. You try to process all this information but you feel like itâs too early in the day to be thinking so hard.Â
âYeah! Iâm Jun without an E and sheâs June with an E,â he answers proudly.Â
You leave the Jun lore for another time, instead asking him about other things going on in his life. Heâs not as bad as you thought he would be, and you find that heâs actually very fun to talk to. Junâs actions are always so animated, using his hands a lot while heâs talking. It seems like youâve made another friend yet again.Â
As you two make your way to the kitchen, Mingyu can hear your laughter ring through his ears. Two sets of footsteps make their way over to him, he knows Jun is just here because itâs his job but canât help but feel a twinge of jealousy.Â
âHey Jun,â Mingyu greets him flatly, not really into the fact that heâs the reason his wife is laughing so hard right now.Â
He has no right to feel jealous but he canât help it, especially after the kiss you two shared the other day. The two of you havenât gotten that intimate since that kiss in the kitchen and even though he wants it to happen again, it has to be on your terms. Even though he craves you with each waking hour, he wants to make sure he isnât overstepping any boundaries.Â
âJun is going to eat with us for lunch, is that okay?â You go up to him, placing a hand on his bicep before giving it a squeeze.
Mingyuâs cheeks flush at your small gesture of affection, his eyes moving from where your hand is placed to your eyes. Looking up at him with doe eyes, you smile at him. Even though he doesnât like the idea of you and Jun laughing together, he could never say no to you.Â
âYeah, of course,â he returns your smile and you whisper a small thank you before placing a kiss on his cheek, walking away to watch T.V. with Jun on the couch.Â
He stands at the stove, a pan of grilled chicken to pair with your salads. A hand comes up to touch the cheek that you kissed, he smiles to himself as he continues to cook lunch for you two.Â
It seems as though every day he spends with you, the harder heâs falling. He canât help it, especially when youâre much more affectionate with him now.Â
He fantasizes about the day you decide to no longer sleep in separate rooms across the hall from each other, and getting to wake up to you and your beautiful face every morning. He watches you laugh with Jun in the living room and silently wishes that youâll fall as hard as he has.
ten.
With every passing day, the more you worry about Seungcheolâs whereabouts. Youâre safe here, and people are looking over you but you canât help but be paranoid. You wonder if youâre going to have to live every day in fear. But thankfully, with Mingyu beside you, it becomes a little more bearable.Â
It wasnât until today that you realized that you could finally breathe right. You awoke to another call from Jihoon, who seems to only call about important matters early in the morning. He suggests that you get Mingyu, wanting both of you to be on the call.Â
Your mind is spiraling. The last time Jihoon called he had given you bad news.Â
âWhatâs wrong Jihoon?â you ask him apprehensively, not sure if youâre mentally prepared to hear what he has to say.Â
Both you and Mingyu sat on the couch with bated breaths, waiting for him to say something. Anything. Mingyu has an arm around you, your legs on top of his as he holds you close. He didnât even have to say anything, his silence was enough to indicate how nervous he was.Â
âGuys, donât be so nervous, now Iâm getting nervous!â he sighs.Â
âI canât take this, just say it already, youâre killing me over here Ji,â Mingyu whines, squeezing you a little tighter to soothe his nerves.Â
âWell, we found him. Jun was able to put him in custody and heâs been at the station for a couple of hours now,â he finally reveals, hearing the two of you squeal like a bunch of school girls over the speakers. âI know you donât want to see him Y/n, but if you want you can come down and talk to him. Closure and shit.âÂ
Mingyu looks over at you the moment Jihoon mentions you visiting your ex, and he can practically see the gears turning in your head. To be honest, youâre not sure if youâre ready to face him, but a part of you is curious about what heâs like now.Â
âOkay, Iâll visit him, but only if Mingyu comes with me,â you mutter, playing with the hem of Mingyuâs shirt absentmindedly.Â
You think of all the scenarios that could play out the moment you meet with Seungcheol again, but you know that if you want to shed the rest of your old self. You need to finally face him and gain the closure you deserve.Â
And the closure that Seungcheol deserves too.Â
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For the rest of the day, you and Mingyu have a little self-care night before your confrontation with Seungcheol. Your nerves are at an all-time high, even Norbert could tell you were anxious; constantly staying by your side, even when you were showering, working, or eating.Â
You werenât sure what you were going to say to Seungcheol when you see him, or how youâre going to even feel. Itâs been years since youâve faced him, you just know that if Mingyu is there everything will be alright.Â
For some reason, Mingyuâs presence always calms you down. His comforting words and strong demeanor help you stay afloat in your deep sea of worries. Just like Norbert, you donât think he realizes these past few months with him have helped you overcome a lot of your paranoia. The more you got to know him, the more you recognized how soft and loving he really is, despite his past.Â
âYou have to stay still, okay?â you mumble as you continue to slather the face mask all over Mingyuâs skin.Â
Sat on top of the bathroom counter, Mingyu stood between your legs as you concentrated on the task at hand. His own hands placed on the tops of your thighs as he waited patiently for you to finish.Â
When he proposed a self-care night, you didnât think heâd agree to go as far as doing skin care with you. Obviously, you were very wrong, and it kind of warms your heart that heâs willing to do even something as silly as this and then watch Bluey with you on the couch.Â
âY/n, it tickles,â he whines, hands gripping harder on your thighs as he fights the urge to laugh.Â
âDo not laugh! Youâll ruin it,â you try not to giggle, your own face mask starting to crack.Â
âOkay, sorry but you look so silly right now,â he chuckles, his eyes trained on you.Â
Even with your hair tied up and a fluffy bunny-ear face wash headband, he still finds you beautiful. It doesn't matter to him what you look like, just the fact that youâre here, with him, itâs all he needs to be happy.Â
âDone!â you flash a proud smile before hopping off the counter.Â
Before you can leave the bathroom, Mingyu grabs your wrist and turns you around till you're flush with his chest. You raise an eyebrow at him, unsure of what heâs plotting right now. Instead of saying anything more he just places a peck on your lips before whispering a small âthank youâ, letting you two carry on with your night.Â
You just laugh and shake your head at him before heading over to the couch to watch more episodes of Bluey. Norbert claims his rightful spot beside you while Mingyu sits on your other side.Â
Tomorrow may be scary and you have a lot of thoughts running through your head, but spending the night peacefully with Mingyu and Norbert silences your worries enough to relax in the meantime. What you donât expect is the constant thought of wondering if this is what your life would be like every day if you decide to stay in Bridgewater after the year is over.Â
eleven.
The car ride to the police station is quiet. Mingyuâs hand is in yours as he tries to console your overthinking. There isnât much he can say to help you at this moment, but the least he can do is show you that heâs here. He doesnât want to say anything that could potentially overwhelm you, he just wants to show you how much he cares.Â
By the time the car reaches the station, your palms are drenched in sweat, but you want to stay strong. You want Seungcheol to know how happy you are now, without him. You want him to see how different you are now after all these years, how youâre better off without his tainted love.Â
âY/n, Mingyu,â Jihoon greets you at the door, nodding to you.Â
The ever so stoic Jihoon. Heâs a man of very few words but you could tell that he was rooting for you.Â
The walk over to where Seungcheol was being interrogated felt longer than normal, but in reality, it only took a few seconds to reach the door. Jihoon gives you a look before opening the door, one thatâs silently asking you if youâre sure. You only nod with a determined gleam in your eyes, allowing him to unlock the door and letting you see your ex after so many years.Â
His black hair looks the same it did all that time ago, except it was longer now and a little messy from him running his fingers through it. You could tell he was exhausted, and it broke your heart a little.Â
There are feelings of anger resurfacing the moment your eyes lock with his, but also feelings of sorrow and pity. Youâre reminded of all the memories you made with him, the happiness, the sadness, and the solace in between. But you grieved the loss of your love with him a long time ago, and even though there are fragments of those feelings now, it doesnât hurt as much as it used to.Â
âY/n,â Seungcheolâs voice cracks upon seeing you.Â
Your chest burns and it feels like all the air in your lungs has dissipated. Thereâs a dullness to his gaze, almost like heâs a mere shell of the person he used to be. You shouldâve known that Seungcheol lost his soul all those years ago when he decided to sell it for never-ending wealth. But here he is, in front of you: defeated, tired, heartbroken. Thereâs a small part of you that will always care for him, yet you know that youâll never love him the way you used to.Â
âCheol,â you whisper, your back against the door, your body not wanting to get any closer to him than you have to.
âY/n, please I never wanted us to end up this way, please. Please,â he tries to beg, to stand up, but his hands are handcuffed to the table. His wrists have turned red from trying to escape from his chains. Itâs no use, he wonât ever be able to get as close as he is now.Â
A single tear falls from your eyes watching his desperate attempts to reach you. But the room feels far too big now like the two of you are miles apart. So you stay put and tell him what youâve been wanting to say after so many years.
âYou dug your own grave, Seungcheol. I tried, I did. But how could you keep all that information from me? Selling illegal weapons may be one thing, but involving all those innocent people? Did you lose your damn mind? I couldnât live with myself knowing how many people you hurt. Then you turned to drug trafficking? Did you really think I could marry someone like that?â you raise your voice at the end.Â
Your chest is heaving from not taking a single breath to stop, to think, just saying whatever your heart is telling you to say.Â
âY/n, please! Hear me out, I want to make it work-â he begs and begs, but you cut him off. Â
âThereâs nothing to work out.â Â
âI just wanted to have a secure future with you, I was going to quit after our wedding, please you have to believe me,â he keeps going, but you donât want to hear it anymore.Â
You scoff at his attempt to justify his actions, but you know better. The man in front of you will say anything to get you back into his life, but you donât buy his bullshit. The more money he earned, the greedier he got, and the higher his ambitions got, he wasn't the man he was when you first met him. The constant reminder of him leading a dark path keeps you grounded.Â
âYou lost me the moment you decided to hurt people who donât deserve it.â Your voice is stern, you donât want to continue to drag this out knowing all heâs going to do is plead for you to come back to him.Â
âY/n please, I canât live without you, even after all these years, I canât sleep, nothing. I need you.â The tears begin to leave his eyes, but you do your best to stay strong.Â
All you can do is shake your head at him, his words going through one ear and out the other. His sobs and pleading shake you to your core, but it doesnât hurt to hear after knowing all the evil things heâs done.Â
âBut I donât need you, Iâm happy, Iâm in love again. I have friends that care about me,â you countered.
 You're breathing heavily, trying to stay as calm as possible. You had no more tears left to shed for him.Â
âItâs Mingyu isnât it?â he asks, but you donât give him any indication that his prediction is correct.Â
Your heartbeat picks up at the mention of Mingyuâs name, and youâre not sure how Seungcheol found out about the two of you. At this point you donât even care, because the happiness you deserve is waiting for you outside the very door you stand against. No one will get in the way of the reason why youâre able to breathe right again, especially not Seungcheol.
âThat doesn't matter,â you defended, not wanting to speak to him for any longer.Â
âBut it does. Just tell me itâs not Mingyu, anyone but him please,â he continues to cry, the rattling of his handcuffs burning your eardrums.Â
Youâve gotten your closure, the figurative shackles that Seungcheol had you in are finally broken. Thereâs a sense of relief to being able to face him without completely breaking down. Your heart no longer belongs to him, and neither do your fearful thoughts.Â
âI donât owe you anything anymore Seungcheol. Goodbye.â You end the conversation, turning around to close the door without looking back.Â
His pleading can be heard through the metal, but you donât dare turn back, you donât dare to let him have his hold on you anymore. Closing the door of the interrogation room felt like closing the door to a chapter of life. And finally, after everything that has happened, you feel free.Â
âYouâre in love with me?â Mingyuâs voice is heard through all the commotion.Â
He stands there with a hopeful look in his eyes, a small smile dancing along his lips. You roll your eyes at him as if it wasnât already obvious how much you care for your fake husband.Â
Walking up to him, you engulf him in a tight hug, your head buried in his chest as tears of relief leave your eyes.Â
âOf course Iâm in love with you, you big idiot,â you laugh, holding him tighter, so tight that youâre sure that heâll never leave your side, even if he wanted to.Â
twelve.Â
The drive back to the house felt like a breath of fresh air. Wind blowing through your hair with the windows rolled down, Mingyuâs hand on your thigh, music blasting through the speakers. It felt like freedom.Â
âCan I hear you say it again?â Mingyu turns to you while heâs stopped at a red light, his puppy-dog eyes are too cute to resist.Â
âI love you,â you smile at him, placing your hand on top of his.Â
The glistening in his eyes looked like it came straight out of a movie, they glittered in the sunlight, a reflection of his very being.Â
âI love you too, did you know that?â he blushes, giving you a sweet kiss before returning his attention to the road.Â
The two of you stay quiet for the rest of that way back, savouring the sweet moment. You still canât wrap your head around everything that has happened during your stay at Bridgewater, especially because youâve somehow found love again. A love thatâs sweet, one that doesnât feel as worrisome.Â
âHome sweet home!â Mingyu announces the moment the car rolls into the driveway.Â
Youâre brought out of your thoughts and Mingyu gets out to open the door for you. The second the door closes he cages you between him and the side of the car. His lips softly hit yours and you moan out of surprise. The kiss is slow and sweet, and butterflies erupt in your stomach immediately.Â
You havenât kissed him properly since that day in the kitchen but you donât mind the wait. If anything it causes you to feel hungry for more. Mingyuâs hands on your waist are pulling you tighter with each passing second, but making out in the middle of your driveway, where everyone in the neighbourhood can see, pulls you out of your lustful thoughts.Â
âLetâs go inside?â You detach your lips from his, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him towards the front door.Â
Once you two are inside, without any potential prying eyes you pull him back into a kiss. Itâs sloppy and filled with more passion than the previous times you two were this close. You donât want to stop feeling him against you. The firm grip he has on your waist travels under your shirt, his hands against your bare skin leaving a burning sensation in the best way.Â
Thereâs a silent agreement between the two of you. You both know where this is heading but no one stops to take a break, to tell the other that it is time to let go. You continue to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue glide against his, your fingers running through his hair. It's addicting, Mingyuâs lips are intoxicating and all you want is to get lost in the arousal.Â
âI wanna make you feel good, so good till all you can remember is me, no one else,â Mingyu mumbles against your neck, his lips trailing lower as you whimper in approval. âTell me, is that what you want?âÂ
âYes,â you whimper, eyes closed as you feel him lick and suck the skin on your collarbone. Â
Backing away, you can see how the love and adoration in his eyes are tainted with hunger. The sight of him makes your stomach flip, thereâs a darkness to his gaze and you gulp silently. Waiting for him to show you how badly he wants to fuck you, how badly he needs to see you whimper and moan for him.Â
Without another word you bring him to your room, closing the door behind you so Norbert canât interrupt like he did last time.Â
The door is against your back once again and Mingyu towers over you, caging you with his body. His scent fills your senses, your knees going weak as he continues to stare at you with those hooded lids, his attention on you and you only.Â
His hand trails against your jaw till he stops at your chin, tilting your face up so that your eyes are leveled with his. He licks his lips as he watches you, wanting nothing but to take you then and there. But he has so much planned, he canât get too hasty, especially because the thought of you cumming for him over and over continues to plague his mind.Â
âI want you to sit on the bed, and to be a good girl and take what I give you,â Mingyu mutters, his hand moving closer to your lips till his thumb pulls your bottom lip down.Â
You donât argue, moving away once again to do what he says. This is the Mingyu you used to know. The one who spent half his life in the mafia, the one who could command a whole room with a single word.Â
Following behind you, he waits till you get comfortable on the bed before sitting down between your already spread legs. He captures you into a kiss once more, letting himself savour the taste of you. Your hands move across the expanse of his back, slowly lifting his shirt along the way and feeling his large muscles tense under your gentle fingers.Â
âFuck me, please,â you beg him, and your voice is strained, the words leaving your mouth in whimpers.Â
Mingyu chuckles at your desperation as he removes the rest of his clothing, but your mind is buzzing like crazy. Itâs been so long since youâve been intimate with someone that you forgot how good it feels to be held, to be kissed.Â
âBe patient baby, weâll get to that eventually,â he grunts, lifting your shirt and removing the remainder of your clothes till you're bare.Â
Marveling at your naked figure, Mingyu forces himself to stop drooling over how sexy you look in front of him. Youâre so small compared to him, his large hands opening up your thighs to reveal your awaiting arousal.Â
âYouâre already fucking soaking,â he mutters as he prods with your folds. His fingers move gingerly as he teases you.Â
His arms push your thighs till theyâre flush with your stomach, giving him clear access to where you need him most. Trailing kisses along your inner thighs, your head hits the pillow as you moan out for him. Youâre over-sensitive from not being touched by another person in so long, his lips leaving burning sensations on your skin.Â
Your pussy is dripping on the sheets the moment he presses a kiss to your clit. Clenching around nothing, you continue to moan out his name, and it makes him smile against you. Hearing you call out for him is like music to his ears, your voice sweet like honey.Â
âKeep doing that, please Mingyu,â you whine, your hands coiling around the strands of his hair, nails raking his scalp.Â
Groaning against your mound, he continues to play with your clit. Licking and sucking it while his fingers enter your weeping hole. The sounds of his long digits moving in and out of you fill the room, and you can feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm.Â
âFuck, itâs so good,â you praise him, and it strokes his ego, his movements picking up in pace.Â
The squelching noises only increase in volume, his fingers hitting that soft spot inside you that makes your legs shake and your vision goes white. Practically screaming his name, the coil in your stomach snaps and you cum against his mouth. His tongue moved against your slit to drink up your juices, wanting to feel you fill his mouth with your sweet nectar.Â
His eyes remain trained on yours while heâs lying between your legs, you run your hands through his hair as you come down from your high. The words canât seem to leave your lips and your mind is filled with euphoria. If he can do all that with just his mouth and fingers you wonder what will happen when heâs finally inside you.Â
âGod, youâre so needy. Probably havenât been fucked properly in so long, huh baby?â he coos as he moves up your body, lips against your ear as he continues to mutter dirty words.Â
âNeed someone to take care of you? Is that what you need? Need your husband to fuck a baby into you,â he keeps going and your eyes roll back and he fondles your tits.Â
âYeah, you like that?â he chuckles, twisting at your hardened nipples as your pussy clenches at the thought of being filled with his cum.Â
âYou like it when I talk about fucking you till that tight little cunt of yours is stuffed full of my cum?â Mingyuâs mouth continues to spew words of breeding you, and his growing erection is harder to ignore.Â
âI want it so bad, want you to fuck a baby in me, Gyu,â you sigh, your salacious moans bouncing off the walls as he flips you around.Â
Ass in the air, he gives the supple skin a sharp slap and you shriek. But it feels so good, the sting of his large palm hitting you hard. He can see how much youâre enjoying it, kneading your full mounds as his head fills with thoughts of fucking you in this position.Â
âPlease just fuck me already, I wanna feel you inside me.â Youâre weeping now, face smushed into the pillow.Â
âYou sure youâre ready?â he asks you, pulling you by your hips till your back is arched.Â
The neediness inside you is at its highest point, and you canât seem to form any words as you feel his fingers glide against your soaked hole. Moans canât stop leaving your lips and youâre already sensitive from your first orgasm.Â
Placing a pillow under your stomach, he continues to manhandle you into the position he wants you in. Face down, ass up, your legs are spread, and your wet entrance is all ready for him. Mingyu grabs his hard cock, stroking it a few times before spitting on your cunt, and you jolt at the hot liquid hitting your folds.Â
âFuck, youâre tight, I shouldâve prepped you more,â Mingyu groans, his length slowly forcing its way past your entrance.Â
The air is knocked out of your lungs as you feel him starting to fill you. The stretch is agonizing but the burn sends tingles of pleasure up your spine. It felt so fucking good having him inside you like this, your mind full of nothing but the shape of his cock.Â
âI want it hard, fuck me hard,â you tell him, your voice shaking as he continues to enter you.Â
âOkay baby, but just know I wonât be gentle anymore,â he warns you and maybe you shouldnât have been so eager, but that primal part in you just wanted him so bad.Â
Once he has himself fully sheathed in your heat, he pulls back until only the tip is left. You gasp at the sudden empty feeling, but you're quickly silenced when he dives back in. His hips slapping against your ass, his balls hitting your clit. Mingyuâs stamina is insanely high as he continues to thrust in and out of you.Â
âFuck, youâre so big, I-I canât!â you cry out, your screams picking up in pitch till you're moaning like a porn star.Â
âSo fucking tight, baby youâre driving me crazy,â Mingyu continues to grunt, his movements not slowing down for even a second.Â
His hands move to grip your hips tightly, he stops for a split second to stop his thrusts. You thought you were going to be able to catch your breath. But he just keeps surprising you. The hands that he placed on your hips tighten and he moves you up and down on his cock while he stays still. Using you like his personal sex doll, but fuck, it felt amazing. You love that heâs using you, placing your body in whatever position he wants to chase his own pleasure.Â
âYouâre so perfect, I could fuck this pussy till Iâm empty,â he mutters, watching his dick disappear inside you.Â
There's a white ring of arousal around the base of his length, and his mind goes blank. All he can do is continue to bounce you up and down his member till he can feel himself start to twitch inside you.Â
âIâm gonna cum, baby you feel so good inside me,â you scream for him, loving the way the ridges of your walls continue to suck him up, your orgasm hitting you once again,
There's something so nasty about him using your body, and youâre enjoying all of it. You love how heâs just taking what he wants, yet he still knows how to make you cum. Your pussy is swollen from the beating itâs taking, but you want more. You want him to keep going till he has nothing left to give you.Â
The feeling of Mingyu twitching inside your walls indicates that heâs close, and you continue to clench around him. Wanting to milk him of his seed, wanting to feel his cum hit your cervix and breed you.Â
âGonna cum inside you, okay baby?â he warns you before stilling his movements.Â
His cock twitches again till you feel his hot white cum spurt inside your walls, flooding your cunt with his seed. Mingyu groans, watching the liquid fill you and breach past your tight hole till it gushes out. The sight is so unholy, so sinful but he canât just stop there. No, he wonât stop till youâre stuffed properly.Â
âM-mingyu, baby,â you whine, your body flopping onto the mattress as he lets you go.Â
Your legs turn to jelly as you shake from how hard you came, your breathing labored. He turns you around so you're splayed out for him, prying your legs open to watch his cum fall out of your pussy in thick globs. Itâs so mesmerizing, hypnotizing, he wants to see more of it. To fill you with more of his seed.Â
âWeâre not done,â he smiles as you cheekily and you laugh.Â
âYou want more after all of that?â you question him, your breathing still harsh from the previous round.Â
âBaby, after all of that, I donât think I can stop,â he mutters against your lips, and you nod, agreeing with his statement.Â
He switches your positions, his back against the headboard while you sit on his lap. The refractory period doesn't seem to exist with Mingyu because his erection is standing proudly in front of you.Â
âYou wanna go again?â he asks you, one hand on your hip as the other rubs his cock as it glistens with a mixture of both of your arousals.Â
âI want you to use me till you canât anymore,â you lean over, whispering in his ear.Â
âCareful, you might regret that later,â he mutters, a hand around your neck as he halts your movements.
Pulling him into a heated kiss, you position his length against your entrance, lifting your body till you can fully sink down on him. Even after the first round, your pussy still canât get used to the stretch that his cock gives you. It's a delicious feeling, his length is so long and thick you can feel it in your stomach.Â
âAh!â you cry out, your head thrown back as you stabilize yourself by holding onto his shoulders.Â
Mingyu moans back, mesmerized by the view of your tits bouncing up and down in front of his face. His cock disappeared inside you once more, the sight making him feral, hungry to see you filled to the brim with his semen.Â
Your orgasm comes around faster this time and your walls convulse around him once more. The heat, the wetness, the silky feeling of your cunt makes Mingyu go delirious, thoughts only filled with you and you only. Stilling your hips, his own high follows yours shortly after, his cum hitting your insides till it covers his softening member all over again.Â
You let out a puff of breath, leaning into his chest as your face rested in the crook of his neck. Mingyu rubs your back soothingly, his dick going soft and falling out of your entrance. Whimpering at the loss of him being inside you, you hold him tighter. The feelings of exhaustion are finally catching up to you, but you know youâll have to clean up soon enough.Â
âYou know I love you, right?â he reminds you as he lifts you up and off the bed to head to the shower. You can only nod, your mind and body too tired to respond.Â
Setting you on the counter, his back turns away from you while he prepares your bath, getting the water warm for you. You notice the large dragon tattoo that coils along his skin. It surprises you that you havenât noticed it before, but the black ink on him is undeniably sexy.Â
Once the water is warm enough, he carries you to the shower before cleaning you up properly. You love that heâs back to his soft and kind self, and it makes you fall for him even harder. The hard sex was so good but whatâs important to you is the fact that heâs so keen on taking care of you after.Â
Mingyuâs hand snakes around your waist as your head lays against his shoulder, pressing lazy kisses while you whisper words of gratitude.Â
âThank you, I love you too,â you mumble, adorning him with pecks along his warm tan skin.Â
epilogue.Â
âThis whole fucking time,â Seungkwan stares at you with wide eyes, âI fucking KNEW it.âÂ
You scoff at him, he just had to be right about everything and it annoys you, but here you are again, in his home for drinks and dessert.Â
âSure you did, Kwannie,â you sigh, patting his shoulder.Â
âI swear I did! Right, babe? They were suspicious from the start,â he continues to argue, roping in Vernon who gives him a shrug of his shoulders before returning his attention to his phone.Â
It was time for you and Mingyu to break the news about your fake relationship with everyone. You felt bad for deceiving people, and now that you two were actually in love, it just felt right to put the fake marriage thing in the past.Â
âPlease, we werenât that obvious,â you defend, not wanting to give Seungkwan the bragging rights to actually be right this whole time.Â
Seungkwan just rolls his eyes at you before taking a sip of his wine. He didnât feel like arguing with you anymore, heâs just happy that his suspicions have been correct this whole time.Â
âDoes this mean youâre going to leave soon?â He looks at you with desperate eyes, taking your hands in his.Â
âWell, weâve talked about it, and Mingyu and I have decided to stay,â you smile at him from where he sits across the room, talking about something unimportant with Jeonghan and Val. âSo donât worry, Iâll still be your neighbour. Bridgewater actually seems like the perfect place for us right now.âÂ
âOh thank god! I donât think I could live happily ever again if you moved away, Y/nie.â He pulls you into a hug, and you canât help but laugh at his dramatics.Â
Seungkwan may have started as a pestering neighbour, but you canât help but feel grateful towards him. If it werenât for his annoying attitude, you and Mingyu probably wouldnât have tried so hard to pretend to be in love. You could say that Seungkwan was one the biggest reasons why you and Mingyu fell so hard for each other in the first place.Â
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A few days after solidifying your relationship with Mingyu, you two decided that it wouldnât be too bad to stay here after all. Seungcheol was sentenced guilty during trial and Jihoon informed you that there's no more reason for you to be put into witness protection. Everything just seemed like it was all falling into place, and youâre happier than you have been in so long.Â
Even Norbert has finally warmed up to Mingyu. Sometimes when your work day is over, youâll spot them cuddling on the couch and watching Bluey together. He always talks to Norbert, asking him questions even though the cat canât answer. It warms your heart knowing that the two beings that healed you from a worldâs worth of hurt can get along. They both came into your life when you needed it most, and every day you're thankful that youâre surrounded by so much love.Â
âWatching Bluey without me?â you ask out loud, your arms crossed as you pretend to be mad.Â
âBaby! Youâre done!â Mingyu practically flies off the couch to capture you in a bone-crushing hug.Â
âYou know you can come into my office when Iâm working,â you laugh as you rub his back, savouring the feeling of his large and muscular arms holding you.Â
âI know but I donât want to distract you, even Norbert doesn't go in,â he mumbles, inhaling your scent as if he didnât wake up beside you that very morning.Â
âYouâre silly, Mingyu,â you laugh, kissing his cheek.Â
He blushes like a schoolgirl before giving you the biggest grin known to man. His eyes sparkling against the living room lighting, you can tell heâs head over heels for you. Mingyu isnât afraid to show affection or to be vulnerable, he just wants to be with you, no matter how good or bad things get.Â
âCanât I just be happy my wife is off work?â He sighs lovingly, brushing your hair through his fingers, refusing to let you go.Â
You roll your eyes at how cheesy he is, but he knows that you secretly love it. Especially since you act the same way with him whenever he goes out to run errands or when he tends to the garden.Â
âYour wife is hungry and tired, can we make more kimchi pancakes please?â you ask with puppy dog eyes.Â
Mingyu laughs at you before kissing your forehead, âAnything for the love of my life.âÂ
Blushing at his words, you follow him into the kitchen to make the kimchi pancakes you had asked for. Putting on his pink ruffle apron, he gets down to business, always wanting to cook the best food for you.Â
Mingyu is satisfied knowing that heâs able to give you the life that you deserve. To love you on sunny days and even on rainy days. Heâs never felt a love that was this secure, and heâs grateful that you feel the same way.Â
As you watch Mingyu cook, you think back to the first day you moved to Bridgewater. You misjudged him that first day and youâre so glad that he proved you wrong. He has been nothing but amazing since then. Heâs patient, and kind, and he loves you even when youâre irritated or in a bad mood. For someone who used to be a part of the mafia, you would expect him to be rough around the edges, and intimidating, but heâs the complete opposite. Heâs the perfect house husband.Â
end.Â
đ„ a/n: you've reached the end of my hubbygyu fic! thank you for reading and please leave an ask or comment if you've enjoyed this story :)! but wait... there's more! this story will become a series that takes inspiration from the anime ( the way of the house husband) so please look forward to seeing more of wifey y/n and hubby gyu! thank you again âĄ.
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Why does she give a damn about me? | Spencer Reid x Reader
cutesy, cheesy fluff
In wich Spencer thinks reader is out of his league but she could not be more into him.
Content: Garcia is a queen as always, sunshine!reader
Warnings: Maybe some light lack of self steem from spence, but nothing crazy!!
He was used to it at this point. Being the weird kid in high school and college, Spencer never really expected anyone to be into him and, after being rejected a couple of times, he had practically closed himself off in that sense. But then, you came into the picture.
You are one of those girls that everyone seemed to gravitate toward, not only because of your beauty but because of your essence. You were genuinely kind, smart and good with people in a way he wished he was, maybe thatâs why he was so drawn to you, you had all the qualities he wished he had and being close to you made him feel complete.
Needless to say that he was in love with you, it had started as an admiration and when he realized he was thinking about you all the time, but he was sure you would never be into guys like him, he was sure youâd never see him as more than friends.
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You had joined the team a few years ago, you were excited to finally be doing what you really wanted when you joined the BAU, going out in the field and being on cases instead of just working a desk job all the time. When you first met the team, everyone seemed very welcoming but you felt yourself especially drawn to Spencer out of all people, at first he seemed distant but with time you noticed how sweet he was and how much he cared for everyone around him and god that man was so funny, you loved his weird science jokes and his magic tricks. How were you supposed to not fall in love with him? You asked yourself that question every time he brought you coffee in the morning or went on his rambles about some random thing.
After a particularly intense inquiry from a very drunk Garcia in one of the girls' nights she organized at her home, you told her your feelings for Reid and she made you swear you would act on it.
âGarcia, I'm not confessing. He's not into me like that, iâll just ruin our friendshipâ
âOh honey, he practically kisses the floor you walk in, he follows you around the office like a lost puppy and practically kills any officer that dares to be the tiniest bit mean to you. Thereâs no way heâs not into you, at least try pretty pleaseâ She says, doing puppy eyes at you. Garcia took her job as a cupid very seriously and was not going to let this be her first fail.
âAlright, iâll try but if he ends up hating me youâll have to bake me cookies everyday until i dieâ You say rolling your eyes and finishing your glass of wine.
âOhhh iâll be cooking cookies for you guys wedding!â
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So, here you are holding his favorite order from the local coffee shop and gathering the courage to press the button to the elevator
âHey are you fine?â A familiar voice calls you, when you turn around its spencer.. Great, guess youâll have to do this right now
âOh hi yeah, I was just um⊠meditatingâ
âDid you know meditanting has been proven to increase your memory and is also great for reducing anxiety. I really should start doing it, what method do you use?â Spencer says while pressing the button to the elevator
âUmmm breath in, breath out i thinkâ You say, unsure how to respond
âThat's actually one of the best ways as it oxygenates your brain and helps it work better, it can also help you feel more calm since deep breathing activates the parasympathetic nervous system that sends a signal to your brain to tell the anxious part that you're safe and don't need to use the fight, flight responseâ He says, doing the little smile and head nod thing he always does after info dumping.
You smile back at him, as you both enter the elevator and press the button to the BAU floor.
âI brought you somethingâ You say, handing him the coffee shop bag
He opens it and smiles at you âI canât believe you remembered my favorites, thank you so muchâ You love that smile so much, all you can think about is how perfect he is and how thereâs no way you can continue on without dating this man.
âActually, I need to tell you something spence⊠I was thinking, maybe we could go out together as like, a date or somethingâ You say, already blushing from the embarrassment you felt and how scared you were that he did not reciprocate the feelings.
âReally? Of course i want, to be honest iâve wanted to ask you to be honest but i thought youâd never see me like thatâ
âAre you kidding me spencer? Iâve had a crush on you since we first meetâ
The elevator gets to the office, and you both walk in blushing and joking about how you two were so blind to each other's feelings. As you get in, garcia passes by you two stopping to stare
âThereâs something happening hereâŠâ She says, pointing between you two and pressing her eyes together as if sheâs profiling you two
âI asked him outâ
âOh my god finally, you see? Iâm always right, I donât even need to ask what he said, look at Reid, heâs glowing, ohh iâm so happyâ She says, walking out to probably tell the news to everyone on the team.
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"Tell Me Why I Married You Again?"
Content: Half of the school ships the teacher and the coach, not knowing they're married
Tags: use of "ma'am/mrs." to the reader, fluff, bickering, old married couple vibes
Word Count: 848
The sound of fists smacking hard against the ball and the high-pitched squeak of the boysâ sneakers can be heard even before you could enter the gym. Itâs 3 pm and, as usual, there was an ongoing session of volleyball training. Interhigh Preliminaries are near but that doesnât mean youâre going to let this slide.
Pushing open the sliding doors, the warm air of, well, sweat filled the enclosure. One of the reasons you donât like going here.Â
âHinata, nice spike! Keep it up!â Ukaiâs loud, booming voice echoed throughout the gym. As expected, he didnât really notice your presence, despite standing near the doorway. God, he is such an idiot sometimes.
âHey, Keishin.â Your voice, low yet firm, seemed to catch the attention of everyone. Not exactly how you wanted this to happen.
Ukai seemed startled at your presence, his eyes widening and his mouth agape âHey! Uh, (Y/N)? What are you doing here?â
With your hands on your hips, he knew exactly why youâre here. He just didnât want to make a fool of himself.Â
You could already see the shit-eating grins on some of the boysâ faces, specifically Tanaka and Noyaâs. You rolled your eyes and stepped forward âWhere are the jerseys? The principal has been grilling my ass over this for two days now.â You told him, a gaze that only an annoyed wife would give plastered on your face.
Last weekend, there was an emergency. Apparently, during one of their out-of-school jogs around the area, Hinata and Kageyama, expectedly, fell into one of the mud pits. This leads to Ukai having to take two of the spare school uniforms in your classroom, which you let him. What you didnât know was the fact the principal was keeping tabs over these.
He crossed his arms over your chest, looking off to the side as he tried to explain, tumbling over some of the words âW-Well, you know I didnât really had time toâŠwash it yetâŠwith the store and the training and allâŠâ His words sheepishly drawled across his lips.
You raised an eyebrow âWhy did I know you would do that?â
âOh, come on! I-Iâll wash it tomorrow, I promise! Iâd even give it to the principal himself if youâre too busy!â He exclaims, rubbing the back of his head as he looks at you with a pleading look.
By this point, the boys are already snickering behind their back. Probably finding more ways to tease the both of you.
âDo you really think Iâm stupid, Keishin?â You scoffed âIâm letting you do whatever so you better keep your word, you hear?â
âYes, Maâam.â
Noya suddenly perked up from his place âWhy donât we just wash it for you, Coach? You should focus on taking Mrs. (Y/N) out for dinner tonight. She seems pretty pissed.â
Daichi smacked the back of his head as soon as his words left his mouth. But the others couldnât help but chuckle. Itâs a bit of an inside joke to the students to ship the both of you together.Â
Ukai clicked his tongue at their antics âHey, Noya, if you donât zip your-â
âWe were actually going to check out that new ramen place by the corner.â You quickly cut him off, leading to a lot of cheers and jeering among the gym.
Lots of âSee? I told you they were dating!â, âWait til everybody hears about this!â, and âI knew that the first time I saw Coach bring Mrs. (Y/N) a cup of coffee!â
Keishin had the brightest red on his cheeks, pinching the bridge of his nose. With all the (silly) bickering you do with your husband, it doesnât hurt to tease him from time to time.
You turned back to the boys and furrowed your eyebrows âWhat do you mean dating? Didnât you already know?â
A chorus of âHuh?â erupted from the team
You grabbed Keishinâs hand and held out the glinting wedding ring on his finger before putting up your hand in comparison âWeâre married. For 3 years now. Ever wonder why we bicker so much?â
Needless to say word got out very, very quickly. And a string of new jokes by the Karasuno Volleyball Team were continuously thrown at Ukai every day.Â
âYou made my life miserable.â He groaned, resting his head on your shoulder while you were on the couch, grading some of your studentsâ assignments âYou should pay for that.â
âDonât act like you donât like it.â
âI donât!â
You smirked to yourself, letting out a small chuckle. You ran your free hand over his hair, giving it a gentle massage âAlright, Iâll take it back. Weâre divorced now, then?â
âNo, God!â Heâd shout, his head shooting up from your words as his eyebrows scrunched up together âYouâre an asshole sometimes, you know that?â
You let out a low hum of amusement, turning to him with hearts in your eyes. âSometimes, I wonder why I even let you put a ring on me.â
Ukai couldnât understand how he can love someone more than he already does. He guesses youâre a living example of that.
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Home Sweet Home
â âż LADS men x fem!reader + little daughters
â âż For him, there's no better way to home come than to you, his little ones and their sweet surprise.
â âż pure fluff. short scenarios. domestic fluff. mother-daughter bonding baking. LADS men are all girl dads here. named kids and depicted roughly around 5-6 years old.
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đŠâ⏠Sylus
A comforting strong scent of baked cookies enveloped his senses the moment Sylus stepped foot into the penthouse. The sound of playful laughter and excited voices echoed from the direction of the kitchen, causing the corners of his mouth to lift into a smile. After a long day of tending to business matters, there was nothing that could compare to the feeling of returning home to his beloved family.
Upon entering the kitchen, Sylus was greeted by the sight of you and their six-year-old twins, Sylvia and Skylar, engaged in what appeared to be a lively baking session. Flour dusted their cheeks and aprons as they worked together, their laughter filling the room with warmth and happiness.
"Daddy, you're home!" Sylvia exclaimed when she caught sight of him, dropping her mixing spoon and rushing over to hug Sylus tightly. "We missed you so much!"
Skylar followed suit, wrapping her small arms around Sylus's legs and gazing up at him with adoring eyes. "Welcome back, Daddy. We made cookies for you!"
Sylus chuckled, scooping up both girls and spinning them around making them squeal in excitement before setting them back down gently. He turned to you as you wiped your hands on a dish towel, a smile playing on your lips despite the slightly exasperated look in your eyes.
"Well, well, well." Sylus drawled, sauntering over to his wife and pulling you into his arms with a quick kiss. "It seems my girls have been up to some mischief in my absence."
You rolled your eyes playfully, but leaned into Sylus's embrace. "Oh, you have no idea. These two little angels of yours decided to have a flour fight while I was trying to teach them how to bake."
Sylus laughed heartily, ruffling the twins' hair affectionately. "Is that so? Well, I suppose a little chaos is to be expected when raising such spirited girls."
He turned to Sylvia and Skylar, his expression softening. "But I must say, the cookies smell absolutely delicious. You two did a fantastic job."
The twins beamed with pride, their earlier mischief forgotten in the presence of their father's praise. They eagerly led Sylus over to the counter, where a plate of slightly misshapen but undoubtedly homemade cookies awaited him.
As Sylus savored the sweet treat, he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for his family. Despite the challenges and dangers that came with his line of work, moments like these was everything he looked forward to every waking day. With you by his side and their beautiful daughters growing up to be strong and loving individuals, Sylus knew he was the luckiest man in the world.
âïž Zayne
Zayne instantly perked up at the aroma of freshly baked macarons wafting through the air as he entered his home, the sweet scent putting a smile on his face. It had been a long, grueling day at the hospital, but the sound of joyful laughter and soft giggles from his wife and daughter echoing down the hallway made the exhaustion fade away as he headed towards the kitchen.
You looked up from the kitchen counter where you were carefully placing the colorful French cookies onto a plate, a bright smile spreading across your face upon seeing your husband. "Welcome home, dear."
Five-year-old Zania, who had been eagerly waiting by the oven door, squealed with delight at the sight of her father. She dropped the oven mitts she was wearing and ran towards Zayne, throwing her small arms around his legs in a tight hug. "Papa! You're back!"
Zayne chuckled, reaching down to scoop up his precious daughter into his arms. He nuzzled his nose against hers playfully, making his daughter burst into another fit of giggles. "Hey there, my little sweet tooth." He teased affectionately. "Did you and Mama have fun baking today?"
"Yep!" Zania beamed cheerfully, wrapping her small arms around his neck with a squeezing hug. "We baked macarons for papa!"
You chuckled, picking up the dropped oven mitts that your daughter had dropped before joining both of them. You wrapped an arm around Zayne's waist, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "Little sweet tooth right here wanted to surprise you with your favorite treat."
Zayne smiled, his heart swelling with love and gratitude for his wonderful family. He placed a gentle kiss on top of his daughter's head, then turned to pressed a short yet sweet kiss on your lips, a warm smile curled on his lips. "Well, you two certainly know how to make me feel special. Thank you." He said sincerely, his voice filled with affection.
Your soft eyes shining with adoration as you reach up to cup Zayne's cheek, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin. "You deserve to feel special every day, Zayne. We love you so much."
Zayne chuckled softly as he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as he savored the tender moment with his loved ones. "I love you both more." He declared, pulling you and his daughter closer into a tight embrace.
The simple domestic scene filled him with a deep contentment, grateful for these moments with the two most important people in his life. No matter how stressful his job got, coming home to this made it all worthwhile.
đ Rafayel
Rafayel's homecoming from his overseas art exhibition was met with a flurry of activity and excitement. The moment he stepped through the front door, the rich aroma of chocolate enveloped him, making his mouth water instantaneously. As he made his way down the hallway, the sound of his wife and daughters' lively chatter grew louder, filling the air with warmth and joy.
Rushing into the kitchen with an excited grin, Rafayel took in the chaotic yet endearing scene before him. Flour dusted your cheeks as you attempted to corral the energetic triplets, who were covered in chocolate smudges and wearing matching impish grins.
"My little mermaids!" Rafayel exclaimed, announcing his arrival by the kitchen door. "I'm home!"
You turned around at the sound of his voice, your gaze sparkling with joy as you rushed over to embrace him tightly. "Welcome back, Rafayel!" You exclaimed, peppering his face with kisses.
Rafayel chuckled as he held you close, breathing in the familiar scent of your perfume mixed with the sweetness of chocolate. He couldn't help but laugh as the triplets squealed with excitement and tackled him in a group hug. "Papa! You're back!" They cried out in unison, their little faces beaming with happiness.
"Of course I'm back, my sweet girls." Rafayel chuckled, scooping them up into his arms and twirling them around. "Did you miss me?"
"So much!" Rania giggled, nuzzling her face against his chest.
"We made you a special welcome home cake, Papa!" Raine chimed in, her eyes shining with pride.
"It's chocolate, your favorite!" Runa added, bouncing excitedly in his arms.
Rafayel's heart melted at their enthusiasm. He glanced over at you, who was watching them with a tender smile on your face. "Thank you, my darling." He mouthed silently, grateful for the love and warmth that filled their home.
"Come on, let's go taste this amazing cake!" Rafayel declared, setting the triplets down and following them to the kitchen table. As they gathered around the beautifully decorated chocolate cake, Rafayel's heart was brimming with overwhelming joy and happiness. Through everything he had gone through in his life, he finally found where he belonged - here, surrounded by the love of his incredible wife and their wonderful children.
đ° Xavier
After a long and arduous mission, Xavier finally returned home, his heart swelling with anticipation to see his beloved wife and daughter again. As he stepped through the doorway, the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked egg tarts linger through the air, making his mouth water. The happy laughter and excited voices of you and their 5-year-old daughter, Luna, echoed down the hallway, guiding him towards the kitchen.
Unable to contain his excitement any longer, Xavier teleported himself into the kitchen, startling the mother-daughter duo. "Surprise!" He exclaimed with a wide grin, his blue eyes twinkling with pure happiness.
You gasped, your eyes widening in surprise before breaking into a radiant smile. You set down the tray of warm egg tarts you were holding and rushed over to Xavier, throwing your arms around his neck. "You're back early!" You exclaimed, your voice filled with relief and affection.
"Daddy!" Luna squealed with delight, bouncing in her seat at the kitchen table. She immediately slid off her chair and ran to Xavier, launching herself into his arms. He caught her easily, spinning her around and making exaggerated growling noises that sent Luna into a fit of giggles. "I missed you so much!"
Xavier chuckled softly, holding his little girl close. "I missed you too, my little star." He murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
He then turned his attention to you, his eyes roaming over your face as if trying to memorize every detail. "I missed you both terribly. I couldn't stop thinking about you and Luna every moment I was gone." He admitted, his voice low and tender.
You smiled softly, leaning your head on his shoulder as you hugged Xavier and Luna close, your voice murmuring softly. "Welcome home, honey. Thank you for coming back to us safe and sound."
Xavier's heart swelled as held his family close, the warmth of their love enveloping him like a comforting blanket, he knew that this moment was what he had been fighting for - to return to the embrace of his beloved wife and cherished daughter. The mission may have been successful, but coming home to this was his true victory.
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The Fine Art of Rejection - h.rj
3/4 diary of the heartbreakers
summary ➠⥠Huang Renjun, the sweetie of the year, is one hard star to catch. Not as easy as his other friends, he's quite difficult to have. Although he has a fair share of affairs with girls, it is considered to be a rare occurence. But you? Oh boy were you something. You were quite head over heels over him. His friends could never understand, but you were persistent to get the boy. No matter how much he refuses your advances, Its like you found art in rejection. But to what degree can you hold it out?
"I can be everything I want, but fuck, I only wanted to be yours. Even though you couldn't be mine."
GENRE: Unrequited love, Humour, Fluff, Angst, Smut
WARNINGS: Minors DNI, Language, Explicit sexual content, Violence, Alcohol Usage, cheerleader!reader, asshole!renjun
AUTHOR's NOTE: This has gone way too angst-y than I planned but hey, i thrive for angst. Longer than what I expected but it's not gonna be a ryo fic if I stuck with the expected wc lmao. also i cried while writing this fic lol
WC: 19k (told ya)
DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fanfiction. Only the names of the Idols are used, and does not reflect on them in real life. There's no way in any shape of form that they are like this in person, because I MADE IT UP. I don't personally know them. DO NOT STEAL / TRANSLATE / MODIFY. This is my work and I don't appreciate people stealing it. Thank you.
Enjoy reading! -ryo
My dearest Renjun,
I hope you had a wonderful day! I heard you have an exam today. Donât forget to eat on time, okay? Hereâs some brownies, I know you love them xoxo
-y/n
You clicked your pen after writing the letter, spraying a bit of your perfume on the note. You put it nicely on top of the box of brownies before putting it on your bag.
You checked the time, and you nod when it says exactly 7am.
âSeriously, a handwritten letter? Youâre crazy,â your roommate, Julie, sassed at your small box of sweets.
You tighten your shoe laces, before turning around to get your bag. You smiled at Julie, âItâs a habit,â You hear her scoff, but before she argues again, you are fast on your feet.Â
As soon as you entered the school premises, you were greeted by some of the freshmen, waving at you. You of course, waved back and gave them a good morning back. It was nice to greet people, even if you donât know them. You donât know when a simple greeting could make someoneâs day. It sure makes your day better at least.
Youâre supposed to go left at the gym because you have practice at 7:30 sharp and youâve used up all your chances to be late. However, if you run fast enough, youâre sure youâll get there in time.Â
âHey, y/n! Be careful!â One student says as you run through the hallway. You still manage to respond with a smile.Â
You look at your watch, and you silently curse. 7:15.
Once you made it at the school garden, you hover your eyes at the entire field and sure enough, you see who youâve been looking for.Â
There he was. He sat with his three other friends, which you knew of. Usually, itâs only him and Jeno, but this time, thereâs Jaemin and Haechan with him at the picnic table. Haechan slumped in the table, Jaemin mindlessly watching something on his phone and Jeno, along with Renjun, seemingly studying for their upcoming exam.
You put on your best smile, and dust off your cheer uniform.Â
Once you reach their table, you clear your throat. It was Jaemin who granted you attention first, and as soon as he looked at you, his smile beamed brighter than the sun. Heâs good at that, a charmer, really. Too bad it doesnât affect you in any way.
âRenjun, someoneâs here for you,â He says through his smile and nudging Renjun.
You hear the boy grunt, and let out an exasperated sigh. Finally, he turns to you, and even if you swore you had a big smile, seeing him made it even bigger.
âHi, Renjun! Uh,â you waved at him, and then brought the box of brownies out your bag, glad to see it's still in pristine condition. â--I brought brownies.. For you and your friends,âÂ
Thatâs when Jeno and Haechan, who suddenly woke up from his sleep, looked up at you.
Renjun rubs his forehead, and sighed again. He puts down his pen that he was holding from earlier. âY/n, I told you, stop making these for me.âÂ
You gulp in nervousness. âDo.. do you not like them?â you canât help sound dismayed, with the end of your sentence getting quieter.
âI like brownies. I just donât like when it comes from you. Donât you get that?âÂ
Honestly, you were expecting this. Renjun was always harsh, however, you like to think heâs just brutally honest. But you would be lying if you say that it doesnât sting.
âOh-kay,â Jaemin joins the conversation, attempting to dilute the tension. Your smile falters for a second but you try your best to smile again. Jaemin continues, âSorry, birdie, heâs just extra grumpy today âcause of the big exam later.. Iâll get that,â he grabs the brownies out of your hold.Â
You whisper a small thank you to Jaemin. âRenjun, if you change your mind, I guess Jaemin has the brownies..â you still tried to sound cheerful.
Renjun, however, didnât say anything.Â
âIâll shove it down his throat if I have to. Go on now, Birdie, I heard you guys have cheer practice at 7:30.â Jaemin answers for him again, sweet as ever.Â
That piqued your interest. You raised your brows, âHowâd you know?âÂ
âI have a friend in your squad. Now, shoo! Donât wanna be late! Renjun says fighting!â He grabs Renjunâs hand and waved it forcefully, but Renjun just pulls away from his hold.
âOkay. Uh, bye everybody! Bye, Renjun.â Your eyes glanced at him with hope, but came to no avail when he just continued reading his book. Jeno waved a little bit and Haechan just gave you a fake smile. Haechan, for reasons unbeknownst to you, doesnât seem to like you either. But you donât dwell on it too much because frankly, you donât care.
Jaemin smiles, waving at you. You turn your heels and start to run. You have two minutes to get to the gymnasium. It was worth it tho, you like to start your day seeing him.Â
âđâËâčâĄ
After a few hours of practice, you were dismissed due to the classes you have later on the day.
âWhy were you late this morning?â Sunghoon, one of your spotters on the squad, asks as you walk to your class.
You didnât have a chance to answer, when Minnie spoke. âDuh, she did her daily rejection therapy, of course.âÂ
You shook your head and chuckled at her. âItâs not rejection therapy, Minnie.âÂ
âOh please, Huang Renjun could literally stomp at your feet and youâll still show up with freshly baked cookies the next day.â Minnie was annoyed more than anything, but you still smile at her. You know she means well.
You chose not to answer because really, whatâs there to say? Minnie might sound mean, but sheâs just telling the truth.Â
Huang Renjun has rejected you more times than you can remember. Honestly, you think youâre immune to it now. Sometimes, you find it really interesting that he just wonât budge, at all. He hates your guts, but as long as he doesnât have a girlfriend, and he doesnât verbally say to your face that he hates you, technically, thereâs nothing wrong with what youâre doing.
Much more women do worse, actually. Renjunâs really popular with women, despite the attitude and sass he possessed. Some girls are intrigued, curious as to how they could get with Renjun. Going further as to literally kneeling in front of him just to sleep with him. Poor Kim Chaeyon.
Youâre not at that level of extremities yet, thank god.
Although he was picky, he did kind of have a fair share of girls. Some students call the girls heâs been with the chosen ones, making you laugh. Renjun has a standard, and he likes to abide by it.
Unlike his friends, Renjun can count in his fingers how many girls he was with. And boy, were they special.
Renjun is picky. Heâs not someone you can just get together with just because youâre pretty. His standards are sky high, but hey, they donât call you Birdie for no reason.Â
âI donât get why you keep on pursuing Renjun, to be honest. Yeah, I heard heâs hot shit, but come on. Youâre Y/n. NCU Cheersquad Captain, Thee Bird, and not to mention, a Mathematics Olympiad runner up. Youâre like.. Einsteinâs hot little sister.â Minnie didnât stop, even after class she blabbered about your undying admiration for Renjun, claiming it doesnât make sense to her.
It doesnât really matter how many times Minnie likes to remind you that Renjun isn't worth your time, your answer stays the same.
âI just like him. It doesnât have to make sense to you, Minnie.â You say casually as you bite into your apple.
âUgh! Youâre insufferable,â She says before standing up and stomping her way out. You just laughed at her reaction. Minnieâs easily pissed, and it amuses you.
Itâs past five when you finished your day, ready to head back to your apartment. Your routine was consistent, it sometimes just differs depending on your practice and classes. You never really enjoyed going out with your friends, not a party-goer, and most especially, youâre not really amused by other boys, much to your friendâs dismay.
There have been attempts, here and there, of trying to pursue you. You just donât feel like giving attention to any of them, when you already set your eyes on someone. It feels like a waste of time.Â
When you enter your dorm, you see Julie, all dressed up and ready to go out. You eye her up and down and give her a smile. âGoing on a date?â
âYeah, uh,â You notice sheâs struggling to clasp her bracelet, so you try and help her with it.Â
âThat dress looks cute on you,â you compliment her.Â
Julie never really dresses up for dates, well, at least you donât see her getting this dolled up for a date. You have always questioned that, because sheâs always out on dates and she looks good in dresses as well. But hey, each to their own.Â
âThanks, y/n.â She replies with a forced smile, but you assumed itâs because sheâs nervous.Â
You walk inside further, leaving her in the doorway putting her shoes. âHey, donât forget your keys.â You remind her.
âUhm, I think I wonât need them.â Your smirk got even wider at her response, understanding exactly what she meant.Â
âYou go, girl. Enjoy your date.â You giggled before you entered your room.Â
You sigh as soon as your back hits the soft mattress, relieved that youâre now in the comfort of your own home. You donât let your eyes rest for more than three minutes because you have papers to finish tonight and you donât intend to accidentally pass out earlier than what youâve planned.
You did your basic night routine, ready to turn on netflix before drowning yourself in papers.
Your last step was to put your phone on Do Not Disturb, but before that, you shoot a text to the one who matters to you the most.Â
[8:01] to: renjun <3Â
just got home! i hope u ate some of the brownies from earlier, itâs really good! enjoy your night and see you tomorrow, renjunnie!Â
xoxo -y/n
[9:05 read]
âđâËâčâĄ
âJust go talk to him, y/n. Get your mind off that Renjun boy.â You roll your eyes at Minnie who nudges you.Â
You donât know why people even attempt to ask you out. Youâve made it clear that you only have eyes for Renjun, and the fact that you never went out with anyone shouldâve made it obvious. Do you have to write it across your forehead?Â
Sungchanâs nice. Really tall, not bad with the eyes either, and from what youâve heard heâs a real sweetheart. Not a bad bone on his body. A perfect man, maybe, but not for you. Nobody really is for you unless itâs... well, you get it.
âListen, atleast I tried, right?â He snickers, but you can tell itâs unenthusiastic.Â
âIâm sorry, Sungchan.âÂ
âShouldâve listened to Jeno,â He whispers, one you canât make out but you didnât push. He then bids you goodbye, but before leaving, he asks you if you two could be friends.Â
âOf course, we can be friends, Sungchan.â Youâre glad he offered to be one, at least you donât turn him down in every possible way. Thereâs still something there.Â
He smiles at you again and now fully walks away. You also stood up and turned around, but when you do, you see Renjun, on the sidelines talking to Jeno and Yangyang.
Speak of the Angel.
You widen your eyes in great surprise, smiling ear to ear as you see him, hands folded in his chest. Seeing him instantly brightens your moodâ even looking like the most intimidating person ever.
You silently run back, putting an extra hop in every step. You stop where Renjun is, and waved at him.
âGood morning,â you smile at him. You always give your best smile towards him, and not that you put an extra effort to, but he just brings it out of you. A magic pull, in some ways.
He takes a deep breath, âMorning,â he muttered, not even sparing you a glance before going back to whatever they were talking about.
You donât know why, but you still stood there. Youâre waiting for something, but you donât exactly know what it is. Maybe, itâs just an excuse to look at him longer.
âWhat time is your lunch? Wanna grab lunch later?â You ask and you hear Jeno snorts on his side..
âIâm in the middle of a conversation, do you mind?â Renjun says, again with his usual cold tone towards you. In some twisted way, it made your chest flutter.
âYouâre really cute,â you say, making both Jeno and Yangyang laugh. You donât know what they find so funny. Youâre just telling the truth. Renjunâs cute when he gets grumpy. Tho, sometimes you wish itâs not directly at you.
Renjun closes his eyes in frustration and grunts, you can tell thereâs another strong statement thatâs boiling in his mind. Before he could though, you heard Minnieâs voice from afar.
âBirdie! Practice back on!âÂ
âOh, gotta go. Bye Renjun!â You say in your most cheerful voice, throwing him a wink before running back to your squad.
You giggle as you run through the field. You got to talk to Renjun!Â
âđâËâčâĄ
Today, youâre opening auditions for the squad, to prepare for the upcoming cheerdance.Â
Pulling up your phone to track the time, 6:54am.Â
You carefully place the cupcake on the box, getting rid of your pink mittens and finally, a perfectly tied bow to finish it off.Â
A glimmer of a smile appears on your face as you admire the box.
Packing it safely, you made your way out of your apartment, looking at your wrist watch, 8:32am.
"Just on time." You whispered to yourself.
"Hi, y/n!" A junior student greeted you as you passed by, which you bowed back. "Hello!"
"Good morning, y/n." You waved back to another student.
Finally, reaching up to the fourth floor, you strutted yourself to the empty hallways until you reached the abandoned elementary library.Â
"Do Not Entry" It says on the door.
Knocking three times, finally, someone opened.
"Oh, hi, y/n-ie. I'm guessing this is for Renjun?" Jaemin, with his sweet smile, asked as his eyes fixed on the box you were holding.
"Hi, Jaemin. Yeah. Is he here yet?" You tried looking pass Jaemin,into the room, but to no avail, as he was literally blocking everything inside.
"No but I'll make sure he got this, alright?" Jaemin grabbed the lunchbox from you, not missing the opportunity to wink at you.
"Oh. I guess he's late. Okay, Jaemin. Thanks." Disappointed that you didn't get to see your Renjun, you turned around bitterly.
You decided to just get to your first class early. Only a few people was in the room, because its quite early for the class to start. You crossed your arms over the desk and rest your head.Â
You're sure Renjun's just running late. Biting your lip,Â
You pulled out your phone, texting Renjun.Â
[9:01am] to: renjun
hi goodmorning! i brought u a cupcakes today. are u running late? be safe! xoxo -y/n
You didnât see him the entire day, and even though you tried to focus on other things, your day didnât seem complete without seeing his face. But you didnât let it ruin your day, of course. Youâre sure tomorrow, youâll get to see him again.Â
You hop your way back to your apartment, with your laptop bag on hand. Itâs getting chilly, you notice. You thought about what youâll eat for dinner when you exit the elevator.
You were about to take a step out, when you see someone in front of your apartment, hugging whom you assume is your roommate.
You canât be mistaken. Youâre sure it was Renjun. You can never mistake him for someone else.
Renjunâs hugging Julie, before smiling at her and letting her enter the apartment.Â
Your lips fall ajar, baffled at what you saw. Your clutch in your bag tightens, and you feel sick. Renjun and Julie? Since when?
You immediately step back into the elevator, pushing the button desperately, just to get it to close. You donât know if you can look Renjun in the eyes, at least not right now.Â
When it slowly closes, you still stand there frozen. In a split second, in the tiny gap of the elevator, you see his face. And there, you see the shock on his eyes. But before anything else happens, the elevator closes.
âđâËâčâĄ
That night, you slept at Minnieâs apartment. You were lucky that her roommateâs nice enough to let you, although Minnie says that you donât ever need any permission to sleep over at hers. You smiled at the thought that at least, you have Minnie.
It was rough, to say the least. You weren't a stranger to heartbreak, especially when it comes to Renjun. Youâve literally liked him for so long, and youâve witnessed him with girls before. This oneâs just special because itâs your roommate. Itâs Julie, for christ sake.Â
She witnessed your Renjun shenanigans for months. She would even laugh at you for waking up early just to prepare food for Renjun. God, you sure looked stupid.Â
Despite Minnieâs disapproval, you still sent a text to Julie, informing her that you wouldnât be going home tonight. You still apologize for making her wait, if she ever did wait for you. You never received a reply back, but sheâs just probably asleep by now.
The next morning was tough. You donât know if you should still bring snacks to Renjun, maybe you should respect his relationship with Julie. So you didnât.Â
You went to the campus half asleep, Minnie offering to buy you a drink from the cafe. You seriously canât thank her enough.
Sunghoon was the first one to greet you at the gymnasium.Â
âHey, captain!â He waves, completely oblivious to your bad mood. However, you still waved back and gave him a smile.
âHow many are auditioning?â You ask as you sit in one of the chairs that's laid out.
âThirty? I donât know, but I recall seeing your roommate on the list tho? You never told me that your roommateâs interested in Cheerleading?âÂ
You froze. Julieâs auditioning? You might just pull your hair out. You really cannot catch a break, huh?
You scan the paper he held out, and much to your dismay, her nameâs listed. Han Julie.Â
You mentally curse at yourself.Â
And in some effedâ up timing, you hear a couple of steps coming in the gymnasium. You assumed it was your other teammates, or one of the students that's auditioning, but you were dead wrong.
Sunghoon stood up, looking at your back since youâre seated facing back at the hall.Â
âOh? Renjun, Haechan and Jaeminâs here.â He says in a casual tone, you, on the other hand, just wanted the floor to eat you alive. Thereâs no way this is happening to you right now.
âCan you deal with them for a bit? I have a headache,â You rub your temples to up your acting, Sunghoon obediently nodding and walking towards them.
But before you can even catch a breather, Sunghoon returns.Â
âThey want to talk to the captain, Birdie,â He says carefully, afraid to piss you off. But you can never be pissed off, silly Sunghoon.
You smiled, and stood up. You start walking towards the three men who stands out like a sore thumb, with Haechanâs leather jacket and Jaeminâs baggy ripped jeans. Renjun, still looks like an angel, and in your eyes, he fits wherever he goes.
âHey, hi. You guys need something?â You ask, in your usual tone. Avoiding looking at Renjun because you know you canât help but to melt in his stare.
âHi, birdie. Actually,â Jaemin smiled, grabbing Renjunâs shoulder and pushing him slightly towards you. â--Renjun here, just dragged us here. Apparently, he wants to talk to you!â He wiggles his brows excitedly.
âOh?â You act surprised, now looking at Renjun because you literally have no choice.
âYou want us to give you some space orââ Before Jaemin could even finish, Renjun interrupted him, grabbing at his friendâs forearms, to avoid him leaving.Â
âNo, thisâll be quick,â His tone was cold, nothing new to you.Â
Haechan, on the other side of him, just looks bored. Honestly, he looks like he just woke up. But when he saw the other cheerleaders walk in, his body jolted. Typical.Â
âListen, y/n.. uh,â Renjun clears his throat, âMy friend.. Julie is auditioning. I just want to let you know that sheâs really good at cheer and I want you to really consider letting her in the team.â
His friend? Oh, you want to throw up. Heâs sick. Heâs really⊠ah, heâs really done it now. You didnât know Renjun could ever ruin your day, but wow.. He just did.
âWait, what the fuck?â You hear Jaemin curse beside him, Haechan just letting out a laugh. You wanted to burst out in anger and bash his head in concrete, but thatâs not very nice.
You decide that you canât handle this kind of conversation at 9 in the freakinâ morning.Â
âRenjun, I would love to let her in the team, but she really needs to pass the auditions first. Iâm not the only one who decides if a someone gets in. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He didnât say anything, but let out a deep sigh. âAlright, I know sheâll pass the audition. Anyways, weâll watchâŠâÂ
You nod, not having the energy to keep up with him. You immediately turn your heels and you walk away. Yeah, this will be a long day.
Surprisingly, thereâs a lot of people who showed up for the auditions. Apparently, some had an info that Haechan, Jaemin, Jeno and Renjun are watching, (Jeno showing up half an hour after the other three arrived) and thatâs when a wave of students came in.Â
You didnât let your sour mood ruin your judgment, so you put on your big girl pants, and watched every audition in full professional mode. You donât want to sabotage the team, by letting just about anyone join just because youâre not in the mood.
They were good, you have to point out some hopefuls that didnât fit the criteria, in the nicest way you could. However, Minnie took her role as your âanger translatorâ seriously.
âAre you sure you know what you were auditioning for?âÂ
âOh honey, youâre really good! You should really try to be a singer.âÂ
Or sometimes, just cutting off the music mid-performance. Of course, you scolded her for that and let the girl continue, but thereâs just no coming back from that.
âBabe, Iâm sure you can work on your cartwheels a little bit better. If Iâm still here by next year, just call me out and Iâll for sure get you in the team. But for now, you can practice, okay? You can even call me for guidance, okay?â You say softly at Sofia, after her performance. She just nods eagerly, but you can tell she was about to cry.
You really want to go up there and hug her, but you canât because youâd have to do that with every single one you reject.
This is why you hate auditions.
You were still arranging the papers at your table, anticipating the next person when you heard Minnie curse.
âAre you fucking kidding me?âÂ
You whip your head up, seeing Julie walk up on the stage.
As soon as she stood in front, you knew she had knowledge in cheerleading. Her stance says it all.
She started the performance, and even if you want her to be bad, she isnât. Sheâs really good, and it annoys you so much. God, why does she have to be good?
The routine she did wasnât easy either, and she nailed it to the ground. Some of your team was actually impressed, and you canât lie and say you werenât. That back handspring was perfect, to say the least.
âYou guys know that we judge not only with skills, but with personality and attitude as well, right?â Minnie just sounded eerily like a mean girl, saying it to your team but also loud enough for Julie to hear.Â
You silently nudged her, earning a whine from Minnie but you looked at Julie instead, giving her a smile.
You donât know what to say, to be honest. Your cheerleading captain side of you, says that this girl is perfect for the team. But the y/n part of you wants nothing to do with her.Â
You roam your eyes across the bleachers and like a magnet, your eyes swiftly went to him. Surprisingly, heâs also looking at you. Or at your direction, at least.Â
His elbows are in his knees, his entire upper body leaning his height on his elbows. He looks to be anticipating your answer, because at the end of the day, what you say goes.
You took one final breath before tapping your pen. You look up at Julie, and finally, giving her a wide smile.
âWelcome to the team.â
A mix of cheers, clapping and a curse from Minnie fills your ears. You look up, back at Renjun, seeing him smiling and clapping his hands as well. You look down, ignoring the ache youâve got going on in your chest.
You hope you wonât regret this decision. You really hope so.Â
âđâËâčâĄ
âThatâs fucked up, you know. Thatâs really fucked up,â Jaemin wonât stop bitching up until they got home to their apartment, and Renjun just wants him to stop.
In his head, thereâs nothing wrong with what he did. He tried to help a friend, to get a spot she fully deserved. He just did a favor, but it seems to Jaemin that it means heâs a horrible person.
âShe passed the audition, Jaem. I didnât do anything,â Renjun says, stirring his iced americano in hand.
âYeah but dâyou really need to talk to Birdie about it? Like dude, everybody in this world knows that sheâs head over heels for you. Then you get in her face talking trying to get some other chic on her team? Thatâs messed up!âÂ
âSheâs the captain of the cheerleading squad! Who else am I supposed to talk to?â Renjun canât see where he âmessed upâ.Â
Sure, he did have a hint that you were affected with his whole situation about Julie, especially when he saw you at the elevator that night. You looked genuinely hurt, but thereâs nothing he could do about it.
He told you many times that he wasnât interested. He doesnât know what else to do. He canât just stop seeing other people because of you.
âMan, I say she deserves it.â Haechan joins in the conversation, taking a sip from Renjunâs drink.
Jaemin gives him a disgusted look, âYouâre such a hater, Lee Haechan.â
âShe deserved to be treated the way Renjun does, especially when she did those things before, right, Renjunnie?â Haechan scoots up into Renjunâs side, leaning his head onto the boyâs shoulder.Â
âCome on, that was years ago! You can see she clearly regrets it by now,â Jaemin continued to be at your defense, confusing Renjun as to why because he has never seen you two around each other. Jaemin doesnât know you like he knows you.
âDo you wanna be with her, Jaem?â Jeno joins in and smirks at Jaemin.
âNo! Of course not! I wonât do Renjunnie like that!â Jaemin quickly on the defensive state.Â
âIâm literally right here?â He states, reminding his friends of his presence because they seem to talk about him like he wasnât in the room.
âWhat Iâm saying is, canât you just put all those things behind you now? I just feel bad for the girl,âÂ
In Renjunâs head, Jaemin makes a lot of sense. And yeah, Renjun really did tried to forget all of the things that happened in the past.Â
He tried to leave it all behind and just completely start fresh. Because really, heâs got way better life now. He basically could have the world now if he wanted to.Â
Wouldnât it be better if he left all his baggage behind?
Unfortunately, all those are all easier said than done. Considering that everytime he looks at you, heâs just reminded of the fact that you made his life miserable for your own gain.
He relates your smiles to all the tears he had way back when he needed you the most.
For everyone else, you were an angel in disguise. To him, you were the devil he once loved.
âđâËâčâĄ
A few years back
Ever since you were ten, youâve dreamed of being a cheerleader.Â
The entire saga of Bring It On was your lifeline as a kid, and every part of that movie is engraved in your mind. Every dialogue, every routine and every single pose in that movie is burned in your brain.Â
Ever since then, you knew youâd be a cheerleader.
Whatever it takes.
It was summer, you remember it vividly, sophomore year when you met Renjun.Â
Your first meeting didnât go well, though. You still laugh when you think about it.
It was the first day Renjun moved to your school. The teachers announced a Chinese boy joining the class, and you were excited.Â
Then here goes a pale and soft looking boy walking into class, with a pair of glasses and a bag that looks heavier than him. You were dumb, of course, assuming that Renjun would only speak strictly Chinese.Â
So you pulled your phone out, and tried searching Chinese words to impress the boy.
You finally chose one and practiced it over and over, and when you decided you were comfortable enough, you approached him.
âSee-sow-jian zai na-lee?âÂ
You tried your best to not sound like an asshole, but you really wanted to strike a conversation with him. He looks at you oddly, blinks a couple of times before he breaks into laughter.
âYouâre asking me⊠whereâs the bathroom?âÂ
You were shocked to hear him speak your language fluently. You furrow your brows before smiling at him, as he keeps on laughing. You found it somewhat cute.
And ever since then, you became friends with Renjun.
He was timid, shy and overall an introvert but you liked that about him. You like that heâs not some cringy highschool boy trying to impress you or other girls. Heâs just unapologetically him.
âWait, what homework!?â You panicked as you try to backtrack your classes from yesterday, remembering if you did in fact had homework that you missed out on.
âGeometry, stupid. Here, copy some of mine,â Renjun pulls his notes out, allowing you to completely copy off of him.
You thanked him furiously as you tried to tweak some of the details off his homework, but ended up copying it as it is. Renjun didnât complain, he finds you cute when you cram.
The class ended and both of you got a perfect score on your homework, and you got Renjun to thank for that.Â
So the following morning, you begged your mother for a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie, and packed it carefully with a ribbon on top. This was the only thing you could think of giving him, as a thank you.
âDâyou like choco-chip cookie?â You ask, as if youâre just asking a random question. You see him furrowing his brows at your sudden question, but smiles otherwise.
âYes. I love home baked ones,â He answers, still smiling at you.
You take that chance to grab the pink container on your bag and give it to him. âMom baked those,âÂ
He was speechless at first, looking at the cookies, before looking back at you with the sweetest smile youâve ever seen. âWow. Thank you, y/n. This is like⊠the first time Iâve received a gift like this.âÂ
âWell, buckle up dude. There will be a lot coming from now on.â
You and Renjun became inseparable after that day. Having Renjun by your side swiftly became a norm for you, to a point youâre comfortable in saying that Renjunâs your person. It kind of feels that he was always meant to be with you, and youâre meant to be with him.
You never really found the need to find more friends than him, he just filled that need himself.Â
The first bump in your friendship happened three months after that day.
Renjun quickly became the talk of the school, and the longer he settled in, students started to notice just how good looking he actually is. He barely wears his glasses now, and he styled his hair differently. But Renjun never seems to realize the attention he was getting from it.
You never thought it would affect the friendship you had, when you yourself have been making efforts to make friends other than him. However, your sole reason was to just be familiar with the school, because youâre planning to audition for cheerleading this semester. Renjun was still at the top of your priority, you still think of him as your best friend.Â
You were waiting at the library for him, this has been your daily routine since youâve been friends. At first, you thought you were just early, or maybe there has been a change with his schedule so you just thought heâd be late.
But the library alerting you that theyâll close in five minutes snaps you from that thought.Â
You got hurt, yes, but not too much where you had to ask him to apologize. Naturally, you just gave him the benefit of a doubt and think that he just maybe forgot. He did apologize the morning after, and you just kind of forgave him after that.Â
However, when it happened for the second time, thatâs when you question if he really just forgot or he just never really wanted to hang out with you anymore.Â
It sucks, sure, and you wish you didnât attach yourself to him as much as you did, but you were never a confrontational person so again, you just let it happen. This time, you donât make an effort in hanging out with him, and actually try to avoid him.Â
On the evil part of your brain, you thought that maybe, you were just a stepping stone for him to climb up the status quo, and now that he was popular, he doesnât find any real use to be your friend anymore.Â
You hate to think about that, because the guilt of even thinking bad about someone as nice as Renjun eats you up inside.Â
You focused on your own, starting to work on your goals solely and completely stopped hanging out with him. It seems like he has found a new friend circle, and you assumed thatâs just how it ends.Â
You sat by yourself in the cafeteria, planning to just ditch lunch for today. You look like a complete loser, and you donât want to spend more time wallowing in your sorrows alone. Before you could stand up and leave, you saw Renjun walking in, with his friends.Â
He was drastically different than the first time you saw him, and it feels like heâs not the same person. But when he laughs at something his friend says, his smile stays the same, reminding you that heâs still somewhat your Renjun.Â
You sigh and look away, and on your second attempt at leaving the area, somebody sat across from you.
âY/n?â He asks, with his brows lifted as if genuinely curious.
âYeah?â You kind of recognize him, but nothing really pops up in your head.
âHi, Iâm Kim Sunwoo. Iâm part of the Cheerleading squad and our captain told me to speak to you.âÂ
You froze on the spot. Thatâs where you remember him from!Â
Youâve been watching the cheerleaders at the sidelines recently, in hopes to get hints and further knowledge about the team. You were fascinated, of course, because you feel like youâve always belonged in that team.Â
You loved watching them, itâs almost like youâre almost living the life youâve dreamed of. It feels like youâre on your own Bring It On movie.
Especially when you watch Uchinaga Eri, more known as Giselle, the flyer and the cheer captain.Â
Sheâs really great at what she does, and it motivates you to work even more harder to finally be on the same team as her.
âY/N, right?â Giselle is now standing in front of you, looking at you like she was judging your form. You felt nervous, of course.Â
âY-yeah.âÂ
âYou sent that audition tape?â She asks again, now looking at you from head to toe.Â
âYes,â You say, although nervous, you managed to stand still. She reminds you of a mean girl, but thatâs not always a bad thing. She just reeks of confidence, and you aspire to be that someday.
She smirks, looking back at her co-cheerleaders, and walked backwards, giving you space.
âOkay, then, y/nââ She clears her throat.
ââFront handspring, step out, back handspring, round off back handspring, step out, full twisting layout.â
Your eyes widen at her order, heart stumping off your chest. Youâre wearing denim jeans! What the hell were you thinking!
You take a deep breath, before pulling your bag over your shoulder.
This is the moment that could potentially write your future, y/n.
You shake your hands, letting your body loose before walking back to gain your momentum. That routine is a lot, and youâre gonna need a lot of space.
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Youâve practiced this before. Youâre just gonna have to put them all together! Itâs easy!
Deep breaths.
Okay.
âđâËâčâĄ
You walk out of the stadium overjoyed, gripping the plastic that was given to youâ containing your own cheer uniform. You let yourself shriek quietly in excitement.Â
You made it to the team. Torrence Shipman would be proud.
Over your small celebration by yourself, you hear somebody call for your name.
âY/n.âÂ
You whip your head over to where it came from, standing there with a bouquet of tulips in his hand, is a face youâve missed dearly.
âRenjun,â you softly say, not registering that heâs now walking up to you.
He hands you the flowers, and you accept them despite your state of confusion as to why heâs approaching you now. Yellow tulips.
âDoâ uhm, do you need something?â You feel that darn butterflies fluttering in your stomach again, as he stands before you.
âNo, no. Uhm, I donâtâ ah, shit. Okay,â He inhales, âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry if I havenât hung out with you recently and If you ever felt that I abandoned you, Iâm sorry. I was just really scaredââ
âI got in,â you say to him, smiling ear to ear.
ââbecause I was a cowâ what?âÂ
âI got in the cheerleading team!â You yell excitedly, opening your arms to hug him tight. You didnât care, youâre just so happy right now. What made it better is him, being here.
It takes him a full second to hug you back, burying his face on your neck. âIâm so proud of you.â
And with that, you felt like you won twice today. Â
You got a spot on the squad, and you got your Renjun back.
âđâËâčâĄ
Today
It has been a few weeks after the auditions, and itâs safe to say that youâre not feeling well.
Back-to-back exams, training the new members of the squad and working on side projects for school credit has been killing you these days.
Being a Cheer captain is a heavy weight to carry. You need to succeed in both cheerleading and academics, and the responsibilities sometimes get overwhelming. You never once complained tho, because you wanted this. You needed this.Â
Cheer is the only thing that made your life make sense. And well.. Renjun too, of course. So there will be times like this. But youâll endure it, as you should.
Not to mention the emotional torture of having to see Renjun and Julie all the time, thanks to Julie inviting him over everytime sheâs got a chance.
Just like tonight. You were exhausted from all the school activities and you just want the comfort of your bed. So when you finally enter your apartment, to your dismay, you see Haechan, Jaemin, Renjun and Julie snuggled up in the couch of your apartment, watching some movie you didnât care to look.
Your body is sore, and so is your brain. If you have a choice, youâd take a vacation to anywhere else than your apartment right now.Â
And although you already accepted the fact that Renjun and Julie has got something going on between them, itâs still a stab in your chest everytime you see them together.
âHey, uh, Birdie, I invited them over for a movie night.. I just thought youâd be over at Minnieâs. Iâm sure you donât mind, right?âÂ
You smile at them. âOh, no. Enjoy your movie. Iâm a bit tired so.. Iâll just head in.â You say, not exactly welcoming as you want to be, but you just canât be energetic as you usually are tonight.Â
You see Jaemin waving at you, Haechan not acknowledging your presence as always, and Renjun sparing you half a second glance before focusing back on the movie.
You head straight to the kitchen, hoping to see anything that could fill your stomach. You just need to eat and then pass out for the night. You canât find time to mend your broken heart, when your entire body feels like convulsing the next minute.
âItâs been two weeks since the last brownie. Finally got tired, huh?â
You look back at whoeverâs speaking, and to your unpleasant surprise, itâs just Haechan walking over the kitchen.
âI just got busy, Haechan.â You say, managing to smile at him.
âYou and your damn cheerful attitude. Still gonna pretend like youâre the perfect little birdie?â Even tho his voice was quiet, his tone still pierced through you.Â
âIâm not quite sure how I should respond to that,âÂ
âOf course you donât. Youâre always nice. Whoever that bitch that fucked my friend over years ago is long gone, right?â His smirk splattered all over his face makes your eye twitch.
God, you know hate is a strong word to describe an emotion. Youâre not one to hate on anybody. But you give yourself a pass, because you just maybe hate Lee Haechan right now.
âHaechan, please. I just want to rest.â You say, closing your eyes frustratedly.Â
âSure. And just so you know, heâs very happy with Julie right now. She treats him better than youâ fuck it, she cheers better than you too.âÂ
He just had to hit you where it hurts the most, doesnât he?
You wanted to curse at him, real bad. You wanted to yell, scream at him for peteâs sake. Your chest is heaving with animosity, to the point where you want to cry. But you kept your composure, at least until you werenât in the safety of your own room.
âI understand Renjun is your friend, and you want to protect him. And I also do understand that you donât know everything that went down between me and him so Iâll just try and ignore everything you say to me. Now, if you excuse me, Iâm going to bed.âÂ
You left Haechan in the kitchen, the growling of your stomach long forgotten. You donât think you could still have an appetite after that.Â
The hunger you feel was overpowered by the tears you want to let out.
âđâËâčâĄ
Youâre awoken by pounding in your head, nose stuffed and difficulty breathing. You were convulsing. You had a hunch that youâre having a fever before you even went to bedâ but chose to ignore it and just sleep on it.
Which you know to be a bad decision now that youâre drowning in your own sweat and tears.
You needed something. Advilâ whatever the fuck is available to you. You need to get up.
Dragging your feet and standing up from your bed, you immediately feel like youâre going to faint. This might be the worst fever youâve gotten so far.
You get your phone to call Minnie, sheâs only in the next building. You see that itâs not even 3 hours when you went to bed. Thereâs clattering sounds outside your room and youâre sure theyâre still out there.
Minnie didnât pick up, meaning youâd have to fend for yourself.
You close your eyes in frustration, even your eyelids burns.Â
Shit, you have practice tomorrow.
You grab your oversized hoodie and ultimately decided to just go out in the kitchen, and find the medicine kit. Thereâs one out there, you knew it for sure because you were the one who put it there.
You really donât want to look like a sick girl out there, so you just buried yourself with the hoodie.Â
You make your way to the kitchen, and to some poop luck, theyâre all there in the counter enjoying two pizza boxes. You practically salivate over the sight, but thereâs no way youâd ask for some.
They all turn their heads at you, each having an expression you canât read.Â
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Jaeminâs the only one who sounded concerned. You shake your head and smiled at him.
âIâm good. Justââ cough. ââneed to get something.âÂ
You see Renjun looking over at you with his brows furrowed, following your figure as you move around the counter. The medicine cabinet is exactly where he was standing, so you just muttered a weak âexcuse meâ.
âYou donât look good.â He says as soon as you stand next to him. You didnât respond, but you just rummaged through the cabinet just to find anything.Â
You were stunned when you felt his hands over at yours, looking up at him with your confused eyes.
âYouâre fucking burning up, y/n.âÂ
He pulls your hood down, and then proceeds to put the backside of his hand on your forehead, checking your temperature. You were baffled, at his sudden concern but you donât dwell on it, you physically think of anything but the raging headache youâre suffering from.
You gently swat his hands away, âIâm really okay⊠I justâ Julie, whereâs the Tylenol?âÂ
She looks at you, as if you were interrupting something. âDonât you keep them in your room? You didnât have to come out,âÂ
You shake your head and you almost respond, before Renjun cuts you off.
âYou should lay down, Iâll call someone,â He says strictly.
âWhat? Dude, she says sheâs fine. Sheâll live!â Haechan interjects, but Jaemin hits him on his shoulder.
âSheâs literally dying, Haechan. Are you fucking blind?â Jaemin.
Haechan rolls his eyes, whispering something about âattentionâ and Julie looking at him with a smirk.
You didnât have the energy to be offended or anything, and youâre almost sure the worldâs spinning.Â
Before you know it, you heard Renjun curse and thatâs when your vision turns absolutely pitch black.
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âProbably just over fatigue, just a little bit of rest and she should be okay.âÂ
Renjun rubs his temple as he sighed a thank you to Nurse Suh through the phone.Â
âI told you, sheâs just really over dramatic sometimes,â Julie says, in a comforting way, massaging Renjunâs shoulder. He was sitting in a single chair beside the couch, where you were laying on.
He bit his lip, looking over at your figure sleeping soundly. He doesnât even know why heâs still here, Jaemin and Haechan already left half an hour ago.Â
âWhyâre you even so worried, Renjunnie?â Julie chuckles.
âShe literally fainted in front of us. Why arenât you worried? Youâre her roommate,âÂ
Julie looks to the side, straightening up. âYeah, but we were never close,â Renjun frowned at her response, but still shrugged it off.
Honestly speaking, Renjun really did kind of snapped the moment you fainted. He was scared to death, he knew you werenât feeling good the moment you entered the kitchen. And when you passed out, he felt the air snatched from his lungs.
He panicked, he admits. And he hates it so much, the way he acted. He wasnât supposed to care. But what can he do when you literally faint in front of him? Every decent human being would do what he did.Â
Except maybe the part where he woke up a school nurse in the middle of the night in panic and sat beside you for three hours trying to monitor your temperature waiting for you to wake up.
When your temperature finally seemed to had gone down, thatâs when he decided to go home. And on the walk back to his car, he silently drove back to his apartment, simmering on his own thoughts, disappointed in himself.
âI hate her so much.â He says to himself, more so convincing himself. Even his body seemed to detect his lies, every word burns in his tongue.Â
Among the texts you sent him, he finally texts you first.
[12:37 am] renjun: take a break.
Why canât he just.. let you be? Why do you affect him this much? Still, after all this time?
He blames you. He blames your consistency. He blames your overconfidence, every time you look at him. He blames you for smiling at him every chance you get. He blames those stupid fucking cookies you give him everyday. He blames your entire personality, making him melt in a puddle every single time. And more importantly, he blames you for acting like youâve never done anything wrong.
You make him feel like everything that happened in the past was a mere imagination. Like the pain he felt was a pigment of his own mind. Because no normal person would act the way you do if theyâre aware of the damage they did to another person.
However, what kills him the most is the way he still wants to hold your stupid hand and kiss you in your stupid lips. He would never admit it, even to the devil himself, that after all thatâs said and done, heâd still adore you with your hands around his neck.
âI told her to take a fucking break. What in the hell is she doing?!â He muttered to himself when he saw you doing stretches on the matted floor of the gymnasium. He had gone down there in disguise of visiting Julie, but in reality, he just wanted to check if your stubborn self didnât listen to him.Â
âChill out.â He hears Haechan on his side. Haechan tagged along with him, as always, under the excuse of wanting to see Jeno practice. Whoâs he kidding? Heâs here to check out the cheerleaders.Â
Jaemin was on his side too, having no classes to attend and not much better to do, he just went along.
âYouâre so sweet, thatâs for me?â Julieâs high pitched voice slashed through his ears, and thatâs the only reason he even saw her in the first place. He caught himself staring at you and he immediately brought all his attention to Julie.
âUh, yeah.â He lied, giving Julie the gatorade that was supposed to be for you, but he felt stupid giving it out to you. Itâs embarrassing.
He watched at the sidelines, along with his two friends. His eyes were laser focused on you, and when you suddenly slipped during one of your stunts, his whole body flinched like a reflex.
âAt least try to not be so obvious, Injunnie.â Jaemin laughed beside him.
âShut up, dude. I just had a few extra cups of coffee today.â Even he, himself, cringed at his stupid excuse.
âI thought we hate her, dude? Come on, stand the fuck up! Sheâs playing you dude. I hate girls like that, acting all perfect and cheery when she literally fucked you over before.â Haechan complained, following it with a huff on his side.
âI still donât like her, at all, okay? Iâm here for Julie, and no one else.â
âSure, Injunnie.â Jaemin folds his arms on his chest, a playful smirk playing on his lips.
âSay it with me, Injun. We hate Birdie!â Haechan says with two clenched fists moving simultaneously up and down.
âYou know what, Haechan, with the way youâre bitching all the time, why donât you wear the cheer uniform and pompoms?â Jaemin snickers, earning a hit from Haechan.
âFuck you,â Haechan spits.
âSorry, honey, but I donât swing that way. And even if I do, you wouldnât even reach the list.â Jaemin and Haechan continued to bicker, with Renjun in between.Â
Heâs still deep in his own thoughts, remembering that he shouldnât even look at you right now. He has Julie, and thatâs what he should be focusing on. Not you.
But when he invited Julie back to his place, and he found your lingering eyes amidst the crowd, with a hint of pain splattered on your pretty face, he almost wanted to push Julie off of him and run to you.
And at that moment, he curses at himself.Â
He cares.
He still cares.
He will always care.
And thatâs his fucking problem.
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âThe gameâs in two weeks, and you all shouldâve nailed the routine by now. What is going on here?âÂ
Coach Evie goes on rampage with the squad, most of the blame pointed at you.
âY/n, I will only say this once. Youâve been chosen as the captain of this squad for a reason. Donât make me doubt you.âÂ
This was the first time you felt upset. Not because of the rage that was poured onto you, but because you knew Coach Evie was right. You have not been giving your all these past few days.Â
Thereâs something wrong with you. Emotionally and physically.
Ever since the incident that happened last practice, you find it hard to do all the routines because of your left knee. You didnât want to think about it, hoping it would just go away.Â
It never did.
Emotionally, you felt horrible as well. Renjun was still with Julie, and from what you can see, they look like theyâll be together for a while. It hurts, yes, but thereâs not much you can do about it. Itâs never your forte to force yourself onto a man thatâs spoken for.Â
So you decided to take a break. Maybe a few days without practice will do you and the squad good. You focused on your studies, your classes and other stuff.Â
Thatâs why you found yourself in the middle of a random basketball playerâs party Thursday night. You came with Minnie, and in typical Minnie fashion, she disappeared with a random stranger within twenty minutes into the party.
This wasnât whatâs on your mind at all when you say that you needed a break. But Minnie was persistent, saying everybody has been waiting for you to finally show up with one of these parties. Because again, this wasnât your scene at all.
She basically guilt tripped you into attending.Â
âOh, no, I donât like alcohol.â You politely refused, for the nth time this night. Even though some were absolutely drunk and stubborn to accept rejection, you still politely responded to every single one of them.
âShit, Birdieâs here!â You hear someone yell, and it turns out it was Sungchan, standing tall on the other side of the room pointing at where you were.Â
A small commotion breaks out, some even gasps at seeing you. You didnât expect it to be this big of a deal, you didnât know these people at all.
After Sungchanâs announcement of your attendance, people started swarming you. You didnât want to say it because it sounds so cringe in your head, but you were as if a celebrity attended a random studentâs party. It was odd.
âHi Bird,â You flinched a bit when somebody suddenly pressed on your side, a strong smell of weed filling up your nostrils.Â
âUh, hello.â You smile a little, taking a step away from the stranger. He smirks at you, biting his lip as he looks you up and down.
You press your cup of orange juice in your mouth as you look back at him.
âFancy seeing you here,âÂ
You furrow your eyes trying to remember him. You donât want to be rude and disrespectful so you did try your best but you just canât remember.
âIâm Eric, yâknow.. basketball team?â He says to spark familiarity in your head and it sure did. Thatâs where you knew him from!
âYeah! Yeah thatâs right!â You sounded so proud of remembering him now that youâre sure you looked stupid.
He laughsâ a bit too much actually before stepping again in your space. You didnât know what to do, because you donât want to confront him causing unnecessary drama. Thereâs too many people in here and the last thing you want to do is to bring attention to yourself.Â
You silently prayed that Minnie finishes up quickly. You donât know how to handle this kind of stuff.
âWanna go somewhere quiet? Some privacyââ
âReally, dude?âÂ
You prayed up above, but the devil spawned from down below. It was Haechan who showed up.
Eric rolled his eyes and looked at Haechan, muttering âwhateverâ before leaving.Â
You finally take a breather, and close your eyes in relief. Even tho you think Haechan is a pain in your butt, his interference just saved you. You have to be grateful with that.
âThanks.â You say sincerely.
âI didnât do anything. What, you got tired of chasing Renjunâs tail and now youâre trying other options?â And there he goes again. As soon as you give him the benefit of a doubt, he goes right back in with his horrible remarks.
âIâm tired of this,â You say, wearing down your guard and putting your drink down on the counter.
âFinally! What a fucking relief. We also got tired of your pathetic ass running around my friendââ
âWhat did Renjun tell you to hate me like this, Haechan?âÂ
He falls silent. Suddenly not knowing what to say, completely perplexed at your sudden change of tone.
âYou donât know what happened, Haechan. And all this time Iâm trying to understand all your hatred towards me because I know youâve been told one side of the story. And I know I was in the wrongââ
âY/n.âÂ
Your words hang in the air, swiftly looking over your shoulder seeing Renjun standing with his arms crossed along his chest, leaning his body on the counter.
Cheeks flushed, eyes droopy. Heâs intoxicated.
âRenjun,â you whisper upon looking at him.
âHaechan, please leave.â Renjun slurred a bit in his words, but strict enough for Haechan to take it seriously.
âBut sheââ
âLeave.âÂ
Haechan huffs, giving you one last glare before walking away.
You wipe away any tear that mightâve escaped your eyes, before gaining back your composure. You stand there before Renjun, not knowing what to say next. Should you leave? Should you stay?Â
âYour oven broke or something?âÂ
His question caught you off guard. Thatâs definitely not what youâre expecting him to say. Youâre confused, really, really confused.
âWhat?â You say almost breathless.Â
He smirks, letting his head fall backwards, eyes closed as he whispers something to himself, one you canât quite understand.
âItâs been weeks, no cookies, no brownies or any bullshit you used to give me. What, you give up now, Birdie?âÂ
The way your nickname falls off his lips so smoothly makes your heart thump in excitement. This is the first time he acknowledged you by the way everybody calls you. It sparked a light in your chest that maybe, just maybe, this is a step.
âN-no, I-Iâm just.. respecting your relationship with my roommate.â You donât even know why you had to mention it. You couldâve just lied and told him you were busy, but the atmosphere of being in a party fed your courage to be reckless.
âRelationâ bullshit. Me and Julie arenât together, at least yet.â
 There he goes. He brings you up just to tear you down. Itâs an endless roller coaster with him, but he would always be a ride you wonât ever regret.Â
âI thought you donât like them,âÂ
âI donât. I like the fact that youâre trying so hard.âÂ
âI donât understand Renjun. What are youâ do you want me to keep running after you?â You state, extremely nervous about what heâd say next. Every breath you take was calculated, every second mattered.
You donât even know why youâre having this conversation with him when heâs clearly drunk. However, there could be no other opportunity for him to give you attention other than this.Â
âI donât want you to do anything. I donât want you, period. Itâs just⊠why the fuck do you give up on me so easily?â His disencourage tone was evident, a slight hoarse in his throat made it obvious. Heâs drunk. He doesnât mean it.
âYouâre with Julââ
âIâm notâ fuck!â He sounds like heâs running out of patience, gripping the edge of the counter as if to hold himself back.
âIâm asking you one more time, Renjun. Do you want me to keep trying? Do you want me to keep chasing you?âÂ
This time, he looks at you with an intense gaze, saying the words that wonât come out of his lips, with a hint of resentment and despair. You know him too well.
You bite your lip as you try to hold back the tears threatening to escape again. âBecause I will, Renjun. Just tell me the words.âÂ
If anyone could hear you right now, theyâd be horrified at how desperate you sound. You, the cheerleading captain, down so bad for a man to the point of begging to let you chase him desperately. Youâre so ridiculous that itâs not even funny anymore.
Not that you would care. When it comes to Renjun, youâd do worse.
âGo home.â He spat, turning around just before your eyes started letting go of the tears youâve been dangerously holding on to.
A dagger through the heart, but you are to blame. You're willing the blade through your own heart.
And you wonât have it any other way.
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Ever since that party, youâve discovered new courageâ much like before.
You went back to baking sweets for Renjun, approaching him any chance you get, and smiling at him at all times. Itâs like you were motivated to do things for him again.Â
Despite the glares Julie consistently gives you, you canât find it in you to care. Renjun said it himself, theyâre not together yet. He was practically saying youâre welcome to do anything youâd like.
Well maybe you assumed that but tomato, tomĂĄto.
âOh, hi Birdie. Long time no see, huh?â Jaeminâs smile was the first to greet you as you knocked in their hangout place.
âHi, Jaemin. Renjun there?âÂ
âNo, but Iâd gladly take that cookie off your hands and give it to him.â He nicely takes the box from you.
âTell him good morning too.âÂ
Jaemin chuckles and scratches his brow, âSure thing, sugar.âÂ
You donât know what he finds funny, because you were serious. But oh well.
You happily walked back to your department, ready to take on one of your classes. A few waves to some students who greets you, stopping for some who attempt a conversation with you.
You remember what Minnie said, youâre always late because you donât like ignoring people or saying no to a conversation, it doesn't matter who it is.
But you just really donât like coming across rude. It feels wrong.Â
You were almost at your class when you stumbled upon Renjun walking in the hallway with his earphones on.Â
Smiling to yourself, you skip over to his side. All it takes was a soft tap on his shoulder before he takes off his earphones and turns around to look at whoever grabbed his attention.
âHi, Renjun.â With the sweetest smile you have to offer.Â
âYou need something?â You felt really giddy hearing his usual cold tone, his voice making you flutter.
âI brought you cookies up at your hangout place but you werenât there. Jaeminnie took it so you can just get it from him. And oh, good morning!â Â
For a quick second, you see irritation across his eyes. Creasing his brows down at you.
âSince when is he âJaeminnieâ?âÂ
Your smile faded, hinting something new at his demeanor. This is new. His tone was something different and the way he looks at you seemed far from what youâre used to.
Is he⊠no way.Â
âSince he..â You shook your head, âNevermind. Itâs freshly baked too so it would be good if you eat it as soon as possible. I donât want you skipping breakfast or any mealsââ
âJunnie.â
You snap your head back, only seeing Julie approaching you two. You almost scowl at her presence but you decide itâs not very nice to do. So you just kept the smile you had before and waved at Julie.
âI thought weâll meet at the cafe?â Renjun asks, the change in the way he talks was prominent.Â
âI figured we should walk together..â The glance Julie gave you was short lived, obviously trying to question why youâre still here.Â
And to be honest, you donât know too. You look pretty stupid standing in a conversation you donât belong in.
You were about to walk away, when your name got called.
âY/n!â You turn to see Sungchan, waving at you with a wide smile spread across his face.
âHey, Sungchan.â You wave back.
He looks at the three of you, but ultimately keeps his focus on you. He seemed to read the room, and when you thought heâd sweep you away, he stood tall.
âHey, Renjun, Julie. Uh,â he turns to you, âMr. Hong canceled the class.âÂ
âOh really? Okay.â You nod, thinking where you should go. You turn to Renjun whoâs looking at Sungchan, visibly irritated by the boyâs sudden appearance.Â
âWe should go, Injunnie. The cafe could be crowded by the time we get there.â Julie clings onto his side, tugging him slightly.Â
âDream cafe? I heard theyâre giving out free croissants! Y/n, we should go with them!â Sungchan, way too enthusiastic as he put his arms around you. You flinch a bit, thinking about Renjun seeing it.Â
But when you see him and Julie, you opted to just let it be.
âI donâtââ
âLetâs go!â Sungchan pulls you with him, and you hesitantly walk with him. Renjun lets out a scoff, looking to the side before following.Â
âWhat are you doing?!â You whisper at Sungchan.
âIâm helping you, silly.â He answers quietly, and you wanted to ask for an explanation on how this is helping you, but you were greeted by a student walking by.
âWhatâs your order?â A lovely barista greeted Julie.
âSpanish Latte for me, Injunnie?â Iced Jasmine Tea. You silently whisper to yourself.
âIced Jasmine Tea.â You smirk to your triumph. Little wins matter!Â
âPsh, simp.â You heard Sungchan on your side, you immediately elbowed him on his side. How the heck did he hear you?
âShut up.â You growl at him, but quickly smile as you look ahead.
âHow about our pastries?â You look to the side and thereâs deliciously looking treats displayed. You would order one yourself, but youâd already eaten your own baked cookies.
âCheesecake for me and.. you, Injunnie?â You note the additional pitch Julie adds in her voice whenever she talks to Renjun. She sounds cute.Â
âNo thanks. I have cookies back at my place.âÂ
You hitch your breath. Is he.. Is he talking about your cookies? The one you baked for him? Widening your eyes, you look at him in disbelief. Did he just acknowledge your cookies? Oh my god!
âHi Birdie!â Your trance was cut-off by the baristaâs enthusiastic approach, even waving excitedly at you.
âJesus christ, Even outside the campus people know you?!â Sungchan asks in astonishment.Â
âOf course! I love her, sheâs like one of the reasons Iâm trying out cheerleading next year. That routine you did last summer was so perfect!â The barista gushed on and on, making your cheeks red.Â
âIâll have Iced Americano and sheâll have..â Sungchan looked back at you.
âCaramel Macchiato, please.â You say sweetly, and the barista happily put your order in. You were about to pay cash, but before you could even bring out your wallet, a ping on the cashier.
You look back and see Sungchan smiling like an idiot after tapping his phone.Â
âI got that.â You complain.
âI got it first tho.â Sungchan smirked. You open your mouth to retort back, however, Renjun starts walking awayâ probably to one of the tables. You quickly follow pursuit.
âHmm, so big game next week, huh?â Julie was the first to initiate the conversation.
âOh, yeah. Uh, heard you guys are performing at the game?â Sungchan looked at you.
âYeââ
âOf course. Weâre already almost finished with the routine. Just kind of sucks that we had to take a break for no reason.â Julie says in the most oblivious way, as if she just said something casual.
You blink thrice, processing her words. Didnât you need to take a break because she didnât do her job causing you to have knee problems?Â
 âIâm sorry about that,I just really needed to let my knee relax. But I'm alright now.â You still smiled and took a sip off your coffee.Â
âYou hurt your knee?â Renjunâs sudden concern made the three of you look at him, but he didnât even flinch. Heâs still waiting for your response.
âYeah uh, itâs just the usual⊠not that big of a deal.â You say, words stumbling upon your throat. Youâre not used to him being like this.Â
âDidnât I tell you to take a break?âÂ
âI didâŠthatâs why the practice got held back afew. But Iâm fine now!â Your tone was cheerful, hopefully to convince him that youâre really doing okay now. You donât know where this sudden concern about your well being came from but youâre not complaining either.
However, If looks could kill, Julie mightâve committed murder by now.Â
âSheâs doing fine now⊠sheâs Birdie, after all.â The sarcasm laced in her words are strong.
The tension was too much to handle, so you excused yourself.Â
As soon as you were in the bathroom, you let out a deep breath. You really donât know how to handle confrontation. When someoneâs being obviously rude towards you, you just fold.Â
Thereâs something really wrong with you. You canât seem to be comfortable with defending yourself, or just straight up calling out people for their rude behavior. Youâd rather just sit there and take it. You canât even curse, for christ sake!
âY/n.â You look at the mirror, only to see Julie entering the bathroom as well.
She looks upset. Like really, really upset.
âHey Julââ
âYou know that me and Renjun are a thing, right?â You stop whatever youâre doing, and turn around to really face her. Did she have to lie straight to your face?
âAccording to him though, thereâs nothing going on between you two.âÂ
âCome on, youâre supposed to be smart. Thereâs clearly something there.â She rolls her eyes.
âAnd unless you and him say it verbatim, thereâs nothing wrong here.â You shrug your shoulders.
âAre you hearing yourself? You sound ridiculous. Whatâs not clicking, y/n? Renjun hates you. He finds you annoying. He probably thinks youâre a desperate biââ
âJulie, get the fuck out of my face. Iâm not gonna say it twice,âÂ
She let out a small gasp. You were shocked as well. You canât believe that just came out of your mouth. You inhale and close your eyes, exhaling when you look at her.
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to be rude. But if you could just⊠just leave, please.âÂ
âYouâre gonna regret this, Birdie.â You can see that she meant the threat, and you canât help but to feel anxious. You were about to question it but she walked out before you could do so.
When you go back to the table, Renjun and Julie are long gone. Apparently, Julie went on about feeling sick, and Renjun had to go with her.Â
âI really donât get it, y/n. You really like that man? Heâs clearly interested in Julie. And not to mention, he treats you like shit.â Sungchan was perplexed, to say the least.
You just gave him an apologetic smile and continued sipping your coffee. Youâre tired of convincing people on why youâre into him.Â
They donât need to understand. As long as it makes sense to you and Renjun, thatâs enough.
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Game night.
NCU vs SHU. Two universities that've been butting heads all year. Jeno leads the NCU neocats, whilst Dino leads the SCU ravens. Youâre all in for NCU, of course.Â
The gymnasium was packed. The first game was on your campus, opening its gates for both universities for tonightâs game.Â
Itâs always exciting, the marching band started playing, indicating that the game is about to start.Â
âAlright, guys! Warm up!â Coach Evie calls. You quickly sit on the grass, stretching your legs, reaching it with your fingertips.
Everybody else was stretching as well. But you canât help but feel the daggers that've been throwing at you ever since practice.Â
Julie has been glaring at you. And you canât help but feel anxious. You pull Minnie to the side.
âSwitch main base with me?â You ask nicely.
âThat would ruin the routine, Birdie. Why would you want to switch anyways?â She questions, kind of confused at your sudden request.
âI donât feel secure with some of my support. Itâs only for the toss, Minnie.â You didnât want to say Julieâs name, careful not to single her out. But you also feel bad pertaining to all your main bases when they didnât do anything at all.
âOh, is it that bitch Julie? What happened? You want me to beat the lights out of her? Because I willââ
âYou know what, nevermind. I hate that you resort to violence for anything, Minnie. Thatâs not very nice.â Â
Maybe youâre just paranoid. Julie wonât intentionally ruin your routine. She wonât.
Minnie kissed her teeth, putting her hands on her hips. âI know that you know switching main bases last minute is a horrible idea. Youâre the captain, for christ sake. So that means one thing. Julie said something that would make you want to switch. I will keep an eye on her, donât worry. If she tries shit, I will fuck her up, okay? Now go, captain. Weâre about to start.â Minnie hugged you tight, stepping away after just to fix your bow.Â
Youâre really glad you have Minnie. You wouldnât know what to do without her.
You glance around the bleachers, finding someone that would definitely soothe your overthinking brain.Â
And there he was, in the midst of the busy crowd, looking graceful as always as he sat in between Haechan and Jaemin. Itâs like seeing him made you calm down. The effect of his presence made you relax.Â
And as soon as he connects his sight to yours, he sighs. You thought heâd just look away, but he smiled. Mouthing the words, âGoodluck, Birdieâ
You felt your chest burst, instantly nodding at him. You didnât even think about it when you whispered the words you have always wanted to say.
âI love youâÂ
And then he visibly froze. But before he could react, Coach Evie called you.
You didnât have a choice but to bring your attention back to the squad.
âBirdie, lead the squad. Alright, everybody. Finish the routine safely and perfectly. This is just the beginning. The real competition is the next game, the National Cheerleading Competition executives will be here as judgesâ they will pick a winner between you and Scarlet Heart. But that doesnât mean yâall can slack on this one, alright?â Coach Evie really needs to work on her pep talk.Â
You sigh, shaking your entire body to loosen up. You were about to go into position when you noticed the entire squad looking at you.
âWhatchu wanna say, captain?â Minnie smiles at you, and you realize theyâre waiting for you to say something.Â
âOh, right, uhââ You clear your throat, âCheer like it's your last?â You were unsure, and so as everybody, but Minnie, being the ever sweetheart that she is, she clapped and cheered.Â
As the announcer yelled for the NCU Squad, the familiar feeling rushed through your body. The adrenaline starts to creep in and you get high in the feeling. Everytime you perform, you get the chills that you have always craved. Like this was your calling. Like this has always been what youâre meant to do.
The music started, and you swore you had nothing on your mind. Your body moves on its own and it somehow perfect every single step. It was more of a reflex by this point, every position, every beat tatted in your brain.Â
But then there comes the part where you get tossed in the air. And although you memorized everything in the back of your head, this particular moment was extremely dangerous. You get tossed almost nine feet up in the air, and everything goes once itâs executed. So itâs natural to get nervous, however somethingâs not right.
You donât have time to figure it out, the crowd already hyping you up. They know the climax of the routine, and thatâs when the air lifts are performed. And youâre usually the person who gets thrownâ so they know when itâs your turn.
âBirdie, Birdie, Birdie!âÂ
You take a deep inhale, before starting to climb up on a couple of bases.You glance at the bleachers, finding your courage from one person but he isnât where heâs at earlier. You didnât have time to think about it, and on two counts, the bases started to gain momentum. And just right before you get thrown, you look at a pair of eyes that made your blood run cold.
The rage behind Julieâs eyes was evident. You performed the pose in the air, executed it perfectly, but when youâre about to land, everyone went silent.
Julie stepped back from her spot, causing you to land on your injured knee immediately the pain made you lose your balance.Â
A sharp, stabbing sensation shot through your leg. A searing pain lanced through your knee, buckling your leg. You hold it in place as you process the entire situation.
Everybody was silent. It felt like a slow motion, most of your squad immediately running to you. You canât breathe. The initial shock felt like a dagger through the heart. Your jaw slacks, as you look at Julie running away from the field.Â
Minnie immediately shook you from your trance, and thatâs when you looked at her. The pain has gotten worse when you snap back to reality. You felt your entire cheerleading career crumble in your hands. The tears follow through as you look up at Minnie.
âMinnie, Iâm done..â You canât believe it. âOh my god, Iâm done.âÂ
âđâËâčâĄ
A few years back
âHuang Renjun, youâre close with him, right?â Giselle asked.
âYeah..â You hesitantly say. You saw her look back at Ningning, and they both smirked at each other.
âI was just asking.â Giselle shrugged, and even though you were sure that thereâs underlying meaning behind her question.Â
It has been about three months since you got in the cheerleading squad, and to be honest, it has been underwhelming. Giselle rarely calls for practice, but sheâs always in cheer uniform. She also only has very limited rotation between the team, mostly her, Ningning, and Yiren always in the center.Â
You? You were always at the back. Which you never complained about, because Giselle is the captain for a reason, what she says, goes. And youâre a newbie, thereâs no room for complaints, especially from you.Â
âWhat happened? Whyâd she call you?â Renjunâs soft voice instantly turns your mood up. He waited at the parking lot, leaning on his car as he watched you walk towards him.Â
As soon as you close the distance he smiles warmly, then proceeds to fix the hair that was all over your face, and tucks into your ear.
âShe just asked a question,â You didnât lie, technically. You just withhold a minor detail.
âReady for tonight?â He smiles warmly at you. You nod excitingly at him.
Renjun promised to take you out on a âfriendlyâ date tonight. Itâs one of his ways to make it up for the time he lost with you. You swear to him that he didnât need to do all this, but he insisted that you come with this âdateâ tonight.Â
You didnât want to expect anything, but itâs hard not to when youâre literally head over heels with Renjun. A little assuming wonât hurt, sometimes.
âAre you sure I donât need to change my clothes?â You pat down your pleated skirt, a bit conscious about your outfit. You were only wearing an oversized knitted sweaterâ and your everyday sneakers for this âdateâ.Â
Renjun is also rocking a casual outfit, but he still looks dashing. It's honestly not fair.
âNo, I promise you, you look good in anything.âÂ
Thereâs also a change in how Renjun talks to you. He talks to you with a bit of⊠flirting? You didnât want to assume anything, again, but being delusional naturally is registered in your system.Â
You didnât know where Renjun was taking you, but you didnât care as long as youâre with him. Nothing could make this man look bad in your books.Â
When the car stops, your hand moves to the car door, but Renjun held your wrist.Â
âCome on, you donât need to open the door for me.â You chuckle a bit, finding his chivalry cute.
âNo, we donât even need to leave the car.â You furrow your brows at him. As you turn your eyes on the front, you get suddenly blinded by a cinema sized LED screen.
You hitch your breath as the familiar movie starts.
âBring It On!â You squeal, fascinated and somewhat perplexed as to how Renjun got this drive in cinema play a movie from the 2000s.
You turn to him with, corners of your mouth going up. He smiled back, reached at the backseatâ and suddenly, a bouquet of yellow tulips separated your eyes from him.Â
You canât help but blink rapidly, trying to make sense of it all. Is this an actual date? Not a friendly one? Whatever is going on right now, one thingâs for sure, youâre loving every second of it.
The movie started, and it feels like youâre straight out of a novel. However, as you try to relax, your fingers brush against his, and you swear you felt a slight spark.Â
At this very moment, the movie is long forgotten. All your undivided attention is on the way your skin feels hot, and your focus is on how to initiate more contact with Renjun.
âWant something to eat?â He asks softly, glancing at you with the sweetest eyes you could ever imagine.
âNot exactly that,â you let out an awkward chuckle and shifted in your seat.
âWhatâs the problem?â God, heâs so oblivious, you just want to jump his bones right now. You shake your head off with the dirty thoughts.
âWhyâ whyâre we doing this? Why are you doing this, Renjun?â You gather courage to actually address the elephant in the room.
His jaw slacks but he swiftly kept his composure. âI thought youâd want to finish the movie firstââ
âIâve watched that movie 54 times. I could probably cite the next dialogue without thinking. So what is it, Renjunnie?âÂ
He gulps one time, before he starts fidgeting with his hands. âI love you, y/n. I have loved you for a long time now and I was a coward because I had thought that a loser like me didnât have the right to want you. So I gained my confidence, tried befriending other people to gain popularitââ Before he could even finish, you threw the bouquet on the back seat of his car and grabbed his collar. Next thing you know is youâre already making out with him on the passenger seat and you did not care about anything else.
You pulled away, breathless, âI love you too, Renjun.âÂ
You could not take your hands off of each other as soon as you entered his apartment. He shared it with a guy named Donghyuck, but he was out tonight, which you thanked the heavens for.
âY/n,â He whispers your name every chance he gets, which is not much since your lips are connected at every moment ever since you stepped foot in this apartment.
You didnât want to rush things with him, but you just felt like this was the right moment. This was the perfect timing. Heâs the right person to do this with.
He kissed you hard, but softly at the same time. It was like you were drowning, but you didnât mind it.Â
âShit,â curses sounded heavenly when it came from his mouth, turning you on even more.
You didnât even realize you were already in the confinement of his bedroom, until the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed. You let your balance loose, allowing yourself to lay back on the mattress.Â
He looked at you in a way that made your spine shiver, your entire body burning with desire.Â
âAre you sure about this?â He carefully asks as he lowers himself to tower over you. You look at him with the same passion and nod your head. âIâm always sure about you.â You take his lips once more.
You can tell he was hesitant to touch places you wanted his hands on. So you take the lead, grabbing his nervous hands and placing it on your breast. âPlease touch me,âÂ
His jaw slackens, a new sensation traveling down his body. âIâ-Iâm sorry, I havenât done this before.â He stuttered, but you just bit your lip.
âI havenât either. Weâll be each otherâs first,â You smile reassuringly at him, caressing his cheek as he looks at you warily.Â
He started to massage your breast, whilst his lips traveled down your neck. You can feel your stomach flutter at the feeling, never expecting such a move would make you go crazy. He then looks at you again, holding the hem of your shirt, almost as if asking permission. You gazed over at him with lust that you knew he got the message.
He lifted it up, and in every skin that gets exposed, he blessed it with his lips. The wetness of it makes your breath hitch. âRenjun, please.âÂ
He pulled your sweater up until youâre now only left with your bra. He slowly reaches at your back, which you helped by arching, and with a snap, your bra falls undone.Â
The cold breeze around your nipples did not last long because as soon as his eyes fell down, his lips attached to one of the peaks. You shudder, gripping his hair, gently pulling it. Youâre a moaning mess.
âTouch me more,â You managed to blurt out. He seemed to understand, with the way his hands traveled down your skirt. Still making out with your exposed breast, paying attention one after another, he started playing with your panties.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet already.â He felt the dampness over the cloth, directing his middle finger on the slit. You gasp in pleasure, flinching every time he explored further.Â
âJun,â You whine when he starts pulling down your skirt, along with your panties. His jaw opens slowly as he looks at you with hunger behind his eyes, but the softness of adoration still present at his expression. You clench at the sudden coldness but he didnât allow you to suffer any further as he moved fast and removed his own clothing.
âShit, baby youâre fucking gorgeous.âÂ
He parted your thighs and squished himself in between, his member hitting your core ever so slightly. But the thought of it drives you nuts, and it takes all of you to not do anything about it. He went back to making out with you as his hands do wonders.
âUh, my gosh.â You inhale once his fingers start rubbing your pussy, trying to steady your hands on his body. He pulls away just to watch you fall apart in his hands.
He bites his lip as his fingers started moving down, where your hole is. âIâm.. Iâm gonna finger you first, okay?â He asks ever so carefully, and itâs obvious that heâs also as nervous as you are.
âOkay, baby. I trust you.âÂ
And just then, he applied pressure and eventually entered you, making you flinch a bit. He moans with you, a foreign feeling enveloping at his fingertips. This is the first time he had ever touched somebody, and he can already tell that youâre the best.
âR-Renjun.â You whine as he starts moving in and out. ]
âFuck, fuck youâre dripping, oh-â He takes a glance at your wet core, where his middle finger disappears. He pushed another finger in and you swore you almost felt like youâre coming.
You see his other hand leave your breast, moving it down his own body and you just knew what he was going to do. You swiftly take his hand away and replace it with yours. You knew enough from videos, ones that were shown to you by your former friends.Â
He muttered out a deep groan once you made contact with his cock, immediately moving your hands in the same rhythm he does with his own fingers.Â
You never knew it would feel this good. The look in his face, the way his mouth slackens and the way he falls vulnerable on your touch felt dangerously addicting.Â
There was a strange feeling on your stomach, like a thread thatâs waiting to snap. Like you were about to explode. âRenjâ oh, Iâm.. I think Iâm coming,âÂ
You cry at the feeling, making him work even harder. He licks his lips as he went faster, and you can just feel your body shake. Your hands can no longer move, and in the next moment, you felt euphoria. You were shaking, grabbing at his wrist, trapping it in between as you rode the wave of pleasure.
âThat was so fucking hot, baby.. God I can just cum right here.â He says, now trying to calm you down. He placed a kiss on your forehead and whispered âgood jobâ. Your eyes are still closed when he positioned himself on top of you, the tip of his cock aligning in your entrance.
âYou ready?â He asks, moving his tip up and down your slit. You nod, even when tired, youâre still filled with eagerness.Â
âI need to feel you now,â You say. He gave you a peck on your lips and just when you know it, he started to stretch you out.
And it hurts. It hurts so bad, but it's so good.Â
âIt hurts,â You just couldnât believe how painful it was. Yes, you knew it would sting a bit, but not like this. You almost wanted to stop right there but when you felt him shiver, and hear him moan, everything washed off.Â
âIâ-Iâm sorry baby, fuck youâre gonna make me cum.â He says, whining even louder than you. He cages your head with both his forearms, making you look up at him, and him only.Â
âI love you, I love you, I love you.â He says, tears on the edge of his eyes.Â
âI love you so much,â You whisper. Swiftly, by looking at his eyes, the pain subsided. âYou can move now, baby.âÂ
He nods and in every thrust he makes, the pain slowly turns to pleasure. Like magic, it dissipates into thin air, only replaced with the pure euphoric feeling.Â
Your tears were one of those tears that came from pleasure, and that pleasure not only derives from him fucking you, but also from the fact that itâs him youâre doing this with. The boy you love the most.
âI canât, baby. I canât last, you feel too fucking good.â He whined in your ear, embracing you so tight that you mightâve broken a rib, not that youâd care.Â
You hugged him back, âItâs okay, baby. Let go.âÂ
âAh, ahâ shit, I love you. I love you, y/n. Please tell me youâ fuck âlove me too.â
You were there with him, both your climax approaching fast, even faster when he called your name. âI love you so much, my baby, my Huang Renjun.âÂ
You both came, looking at each others eyes. He dived down to kiss you torridly, caressing your hair.Â
And with that intense state of pleasure and love, you hold him like youâve never before.Â
Everything was perfectly in place for you, and youâve never been happier.Â
Youâre achieving your dream of becoming a cheerleader, and your dream of being with your first love, Huang Renjun. It all seemed dandy, until Giselle asked you to stay behind practice.
âYou know Theo? The main base? Yeah, he likes you, y/n.â At the end of the practice, Giselle and Ningning basically cornered you. You had no idea about what they were talking aboutâ one thingâs for sure, youâre not interested.
âI donât like him like that.. and besides, I have aââ
âAnd our Ningning here likes Renjun. So I suggest giving her a chance, yeah?â Giselle crossed her arms across her chest, lifting her brows.
You were puzzled. You and Renjun just officiated your relationship last night, how can they ask you this? Your breathing quickens.
âI-Iâ Giselle, what are you saying? Heâs my boyfriend,â Your voice started to shake.Â
âDonât piss me oââ Ningning rolled her eyes at you and even attempted to lunge at you, making you flinch but Giselle blocked her.
âNings,â Giselle reprimanded before staring back at you again.
âYou know that cheerleading is all about sisterhood, right, y/n?â Her voice was ice cold, her eyes making you shiver. The Giselle you idolized was long gone, only replaced by this cold hearted person.
âIââ
âBut itâs fine. However, you canât just turn down Theo like that, right? Heâs been talking about you nonstop, and to be honest, I like him as my brother. So, be kind and meet him at the back of the gym tonight. You can do that, right?â Her attitude screamed authoritative, but also soft, as if to trick you into manipulation. She didnât let her smile fade while waiting for your answer.
You shake your head, âI will talk to him when I want to, Giselle. But I donât think its a good ideaââ
âDo you think itâs a good idea to go against the cheer captain? You'll see him after this. And you better not tell Renjun. Or else, Iâll kick you out of the team.âÂ
You were in a state of shock. You feel highly strung, why is she being like this? Threatening to kick you out because you refuse to obey her nonsense order?Â
You couldnât say anything when they left. You were conflicted on so many levels.Â
When you become Captain, you will never be like her. Youâll be better, in every conceivable way.Â
But now that youâre still starting, you canât do much. So you followed her. Convincing yourself that nothing worse will happen. You'll just have to talk with Theo, thatâs it.
[6:34pm] injunnie <3: baby are u done? meet me @ the parking lot
Your fingers shake, typing out a lie. You cannot fathom lying to him, but still, you did.Â
[6:35pm] you: hi babyy <3 uhm, not yet. i need to practice a few stunts :(( iâll just text u, ok?
[6:35pm] injunnie <3: ok baby. see u later! love u :*
You brush your hand across your hair. Not even a day in your relationship, and youâre already lying to him about meeting a guy. You felt horrible.Â
Yet, here you are, standing a few feet away from Theo.
âHi, y/n.â He was smiling at you, but you felt uncomfortable. He started walking towards you rather aggressively, to the point that your legs started to step away backwards.Â
There was a measure of anxiety spread all over your face, however, you still managed to talk.Â
âGiselle told meââ
âSheâs right, y/n. I asked her to help me. And Iâm glad you decided to talk about thisââÂ
Your brows knitted together, but you thought that maybe he had a wrong impression about you coming here to talk to him. âActually, Theo, I have a boyfriend.âÂ
He froze, smile fading, his expression accenting his confusion. You almost felt bad, but in a swift moment, his lips stretched into a smirk and leaned his head to the right. âWell, you could just give me a lilâ kiss then, right?â
Your lips ajar, brows furrowed as you try and process what youâve just heard. Deeply offended, you attempt to call him out on his brazen request, but he continues.
âGiselle would be so mad to hear that you canât even give me a single kiss, y/n. She loves me, and if I told her how selfish you are, sheâd have no problem banning you from cheerleading up until college. She has connections, y/n.âÂ
All other words suddenly fled your mind. Theoâs basically blackmailing you into cheating. Your nose wrinkled in disgust upon his words, but you canât seem to say anything. Heart beats intensely as you weigh the choice you need to make in this situation.
âGiselle wonâtââÂ
âOh she will. Youâre outshining her in the squad and sheâd be more than happy to make up a reason to ban you. Come on, y/n. Your boyfriend doesnât need to know.âÂ
Youâd be forbidden to join up until college. You wouldnât be able to cheer ever again.Â
He takes a step forward, this time, rooted in your place, you feel your stomach twist. Your eyes burned in tears. Theoâs touch burned, and you gulped as his palm laid on your cheek.Â
You couldnât move. Your skin tingles, heart rapidly beating within your chest as your breathing grows tighter.Â
He doesnât have to know. Renjun wouldnât know.
At the moment his lips touched yours, you knew you made a mistake. You felt disgusted, you canât find it in you to respond.
 âKiss me fucking properly.â He growls. You clench your fist, and tighten your eyes as you kiss him back despite the tremble of your lips due, a wave of revulsion swept through your entire body.Â
Youâre cheating on Renjun for your dream of being a cheerleader.Â
Then there was a terrifying moment when you feel someone else being present in this vile affair that youâre forced to partake in. You open your tear filled eyes and right there and then, your whole world shatters.
There he was, the love of your life, standing a few feet away. Behind him was Ningning, sporting a smirk as if sheâd won. Your mind tells you to step away, run to Renjun, and beg for forgiveness. But your fear overshadowed you, staying right where you were, slowly digging your own grave.
His eyes were poisonous to even look upon, so much hatred tainted in his mind. You knew heâd hate you, no, heâd despise you. And nothing breaks your heart even more than seeing him walk away.
You immediately pushed Theo, and landed a sharp slap across his face. Tears surged in uncontrollably as you slowly realize that youâd already lost the only person you loved.Â
Whatever it takes, huh?
You see Theo leave, and when itâs just you and the overflowing guilt alone, thatâs when your legs give out. You sat there, clutching your hand on your chest as you cried, desperately wiping your lips until they hurt.Â
In the quiet moments that followed, the only sound was the echoing resonance of guilt, regret, and shame.
âđâËâčâĄÂ
âRuptured patellar tendon on your knee, Ms. Y/N. Unfortunately youâll have to undergo physical therapy, and most likely, you'll never be able to perform in cheerleading indefinitely.âÂ
You felt like a bucket of ice cold water was just poured all over you. You stared at nothingness, hoping all of this was just a dream.Â
Why should this even happen to you? Is it karma? If it is, isnât this too much of a punishment?Â
You cried and cried until your eyes dried up, having to accept the fact that at the age of 22, your dream was snatched away from you.
Was it cruel? Yes, absolutely. Did you deserve it? Arguable.Â
Cheerleading was the only thing you know, and now itâs off the table. It was as though a veil of sadness had been draped over your eyes, distorting your perception of the world and casting everything in shades of gray. What are you supposed to do now?
A swarm of support follows you on the third day of your hospitalization, and you swear youâre grateful for all of them, however, you canât seem to find gratitude for any of them.
Most of the cards called you Birdie, and how are you supposed to live up to the name if your wings were broken off? Youâre no longer Birdie, and the only remaining sentiment that name carries is sadness and disappointment.
âI beat her up, you know?â Minnie says one time she visited you.
You look at her in shock. A laugh traveled through her, âNot âbeatâ, actually. I just landed a few on her face. Nobody in the squad snitched, because they knew she deserved it. Her boyfriend seemed mad about it tho,âÂ
For the first time in a while, you thought about Renjun. Your mind was in a different space the entire time that you forgot about him. He wasnât there when the incident occured and it would be possible if he didnât know what happened.Â
âDoes he know?â Your voice was scratched, and a glint of hope laced in your tone.
âI donât think he knew of the severity of the injury, and Iâm sure that bitch already switched up the story. Heâs a dumbass.â
âHe wasnât there, he didnât see what happened. Iâm sure heâsââ
Minnie snapped, raising her voice. âOh for fuckâs sake, Birdie. Stop defending him! You should get your mind off of him. Itâs pissing me off that despite what happened, you still find a way to give people the benefit of a doubt. And I bet you donât even blame Julie, youâd rather blame yourself,â Sheâs right. Not that youâre not mad about what Julie did, but youâre more so empty. You donât know what to feel, and even debated if you deserved it or not.
You sink more on your seat in shame. âPlease, learn to be mad. Learn to be angry, and hold people into accountability. Not everyone deserves a second chance.âÂ
That made you think, not only about this entire ordeal, but also the past. Not everyone deserves a second chance.
Does that mean you too? With what you did with Renjun? Did you not deserve a second chance?
Maybe youâre too nice because youâre overcompensating for what you did to get what you had. And now youâve had your time, it was cruelly snatched from you.Â
Maybe that dream wasnât yours to begin with.
And maybe, Renjun wasnât meant to be yours, too.
âđâËâčâĄ
Renjun felt uneasy. Thereâs something weird about the atmosphere that night of the game.Â
Before your performance that night, he had to take a call from his mom, asking him to come home for a favor. He was conflicted, because although he masked it greatly, he did liked watching you perform.Â
However, he thought that you still had a final performance in the next game, which was twice as important than that night so he just opted to leave before the game.Â
The next morning, he was overwhelmed by Julieâs tears.Â
âM-Minnie, that fucking bitch beat me up!â She screams, pointing at the slight bruising at her temple.
He heard about the incident last game, and it killed him to get the news that you were injured, again. The last time that happened, he almost wanted to take you home and take care of you properly. Yet, something in him always reminds him that you chose this career.
You chose this over him.Â
But Renjun wouldnât lie if he said that he didnât feel bad about Julie right now. From what he has heard, the entire thing was an accident. Julie did not deserve to be hurt physically, at least thatâs what he thought at first.
Julie had become a close friend of his, quickly forming a bond with shared interest in some things. Julieâs really pretty as well, and even though Renjun doesnât care about that stuff, heâs sure as hell wonât deny the truth.Â
He tried, he really did. Julie was a perfect partner, and she seemed sweet and kind, one of the qualities Renjun liked about her. So, yes. Maybe he did plan to be with her, at least sleep with her.Â
But when he saw your pain stricken face in that elevator, he was suddenly unsure.
âWhy did you have to put your hands on her?â He asks Minnie calmly. He had no intention confronting her, he just wanted to know the reason and she happened to walk past him.
She stared back at him with a cold grin, âThat bitch deserved more.âÂ
For some odd reason, Renjun didnât say anything after that. Rather, heâd questioned why Minnie did it to that extent, why is she so angry that sheâd resort to violence.
It wasnât until the day before your big performance that Renjun started to worry. It has been more than a week and he still hasnât seen you.
He snuck out from classes just to peek at the cheerleading practice and you werenât there. Not in your usual classes, hallways or cafeteria where heâs usually seen you.Â
Out of sheer desperation, he asked Julie.
âWhat happened at the last game?â
He saw a glimpse of fear run through her eyes when it widened upon hearing his question.
âI told you, It was an accident.â Julieâs tone was defensive.
Thereâs a voice inside Renjunâs head, saying to not trust her.Â
For the reason being that youâd never not show up in your classes, even with simple injury. Sure, youâd skip practice for a few days but youâd be back on your feet the next day. Especially with an event like this.
His worry grew, now stressing on why youâre still not around. Itâs the final game, and you should be here, if not to cheer, but atleast watch your squad. Youâd always done that. So why are you still not around?
He curses at himself for caring about you this much. He felt like he betrayed himself, his own morals and beliefs because he should not care about you anymore. Afterall, you cheated on him. No matter how nice you are, no matter how much you claim that youâve changed. Thereâs no way he could just forget the pain he went through.
So why is he standing outside the field, waiting on any of your friends to show up and ask them where youâve been?Â
âWhereâs your captain?â He asks the first person he saw wearing the squad uniform.
âOh, sheâs almost here, wait, there she is!â Sunghoon says pointing at the back.Â
A wave of relief washed over Renjun. Shit, youâre okay. Youâre here.Â
But when he turns around, he sees Minnie. He furrows his brow, quite perplexed as to why heâs pointing at Minnie when he knows damn well sheâs not the captain of cheerleading.
âIf youâre here to ask whereâs Julie, I kicked that bitch out. Sorry,â She sneered at him.
He almost yells that heâs not here for Julie. He couldn't care less about her. Heâs here for you.
âYouâre.. Youâre not the captain. Whereâs y/n?âÂ
Minnieâs smirk faded, as if his question shifted the mood. âYou really donât know, huh?â
He felt the first thump in his chest. âWhat?â
âBetter ask her yourself.âÂ
With that, she left Renjun hanging. He couldnât try and stop Minnie, asking her for any explanation because he felt like he was going to explode.
His lips fell ajar, as everything clicked.
You had an injury, and right after that you didnât go to any of your practice, then Julie got kicked out and now Minnieâs replaced you as the captain.
He covers his mouth in realization, adding another layer of fear. He needs to find you.
Fortunately, Renjun doesnât need to walk far. He had heard that youâre in the premises to watch the game, and the first place he had thought of was the gymnasium.
He finds you, sitting alone on the bleachers with a pair of pompoms on your side. You werenât wearing your uniform.
âY/n,â He whispers, yet the resonance of his voice echoes. He approaches you carefully, assessing the entire situation. He wants to be there for you, but he doesnât want to force you if you want to be alone.
You look up at him, and when his eyes meet yours, he can just hear his heart break. You looked defeated. You look tired.
âWhy arenât you in uniform, Birdie?â He asks softly. Deep inside Renjun, he knew why. But he canât accept it. Not when this is your life. Not when he knows itâll break you to give up.
You slowly shake your head helplessly at him, on the verge of despair. Gripping both your hands on your knees, like youâre holding yourself together.Â
âThe gameâs about to startââ
âI canât, Renjun, I canât dance anymore.â He takes a huge breath after hearing your voice break, and he takes two huge steps to reach you. He kneels before you, grabbing your cold hands.Â
âThere has got to be another way, baby. Weâll get you the best doctor out thââ
âIâm done with cheerleading, Renjun. I.. I canât even fucking walk properly!â You broke down in front of him, and he swore heâd never felt so horrible in his life. His own tears betrayed him, but he doesn't care. When you, his entire world, is falling apart in his hands.
He pulls you in a tight embrace, letting you wet his shirt completely. Caressing your hair as he attempts to calm you, but in his mind, heâs also hanging by a threadâ seeing you like this, completely giving up, breaks him to his core.
âWhat do I do now, Renjun? Whatââ you sobbed in between your words, and he bit his lip hearing you like this. It hurts him so much to see you like this. He closes his eyes, gently trying to soothe your shaking shoulders.
âIâm so sorry, my baby.â He whispers, kissing the top of your head repeatedly.Â
At this moment, Renjun swears in his grave, that he will never forgive whoever did this to you.
And if your sweet smile never comes back after this, all hell will break loose. Because heâs never afraid of his own scars, but yours? Oh, thatâs his deepest, darkest fear.
âđâËâčâĄ
Neo Culture University Newsblog
âNCUâs Top Cheerleader, the captain of NCU Squadron, the first ever cheerleader to perform the highest basket toss in NCU cheerleading history, Y/N, L/N, famously known as The Bird, announces her departure from the squad after the incident at the first game between NCU vs SHU.Â
Also known as Birdie, had suffered a career ending injury after falling whilst performing a routine last Thursday night. It was announced by the cheer committee that Hwang Youngmin will be replacing her as a captain of the squad.
Furthermore, investigations involving a former cheerleader whoâs accused of sabotaging the Cheer Captainâs career, causing her to retire from cheerleading. Foul play is suspected, and weâll be reporting more on it soon. So far, it has been confirmed that said cheerleader is now kicked out of the squad. Updates soon.â
Renjun is filled with nothing but rage.
That was your dream. That was your everything. And just for⊠a fucking bitch to ruin it all for you?
âCalm down, man. Iâm sure the school will handle it.â Jeno, ever the mediator says. This was the first time his friends saw him this fuming.
âNo. Fuck no. I want that bitch out of this school.â Renjun was adamant about kicking Julie out. Heâd do everything in his power to make sure she didnât step foot on this campus ever again.Â
âAre we even sure about what happenedââ Haechan attempts to cut in on the conversation but a sharp look from Renjun made him freeze.
âDo I look like I care? Accident or not, Iâll make sure she suffers. Iâll make up a dumb fucking reason, anything, to get her kicked out. Iâll fund the fucking investigation against her. Iâll make sure she pays for it. Whatever it takes.â His voice was dangerously calm. Every word carrying weight, every threat sounded like a promise.
It doesnât matter to him now. He could lie and tell everybody he hates you, but nobody could ever hurt you like this. Not on his watch.
You could cheat on him a million times but heâll never be angry enough to let this happen to you. Not when you were once his everything â not when youâre once his lifeline. Everyone else doesnât matter.Â
When it comes to you, heâd do worse.
Haechan, Jeno and Jaemin looked at each other, worried about what Renjun would do. They had never seen him filled with this much rage. It was horrifying, the lengths heâs willing to take for you.Â
And deep inside, they knew that behind the cold exterior he always treated you with, is a man who is still deeply in love with you.Â
Also, one common knowledge among them is never to mess with Renjun.
âđâËâčâĄ
âThank you, Ms. Lin! See you next monday,â You waved goodbye to your therapist, as you went out for your weekly physical therapy.Â
After the surgery, it was really hard to adjust. You needed to use clutches for what it feels like forever, and there were restrictions that you needed to follow. The school granted you a scholarship, which was really awesome to hear. At least that was taken care of.
âBaby,âÂ
You look up front to see Renjun waiting for you in his car. You smiled at him and waved excitedly. He runs up to you, swiftly taking your bag with him.
âRight on time, impressive.â You sneer at him. He grabs your hand and hooks it over his arm.Â
âI was here fifteen minutes early, baby.â He winks at you, giving you a light peck on the lips. You giggled, watching him open the car door for you. You put your injured knee first, before sitting with your entire body.Â
âWhere are we going?â You ask. He didnât tell you about the plans today, but you didnât bother to ask either. You just assumed he would take you back to his apartment and youâll just burn a hole in his couch watching netflix the rest of the day.
You can never really pinpoint on when you and Renjun decided to get back together, or at least you think youâre back together. Ever since that day at the gymnasium, Renjun never left your side. You didnât dare ask him whatâs going on, afraid to ruin whatever it is.
You sat there, a bit uncertain on why Renjun still hasnât started the car. You turn to him, looking for any reason as to why he just sat there gripping the steering wheel.
âGiselle called today,â He exhaled.
You widen your eyes in aghast. Thatâs a name youâve never heard before. Or more accurately, thatâs a name you wished to never hear of ever again.Â
Nonetheless, you guessed this topic should be discussed sooner or later. You canât always avoid the inevitable, hiding from the ghosts from the past. And you believe that the both of you are much more grown now to handle it maturely.
âShe saw the article, apparently. And uh, she told me.. Well, everything.â You take a deep breath.
You clear your throat and nodded, calculating on how you should go about the conversation. Youâve rehearsed begging him for forgiveness a thousand times before, however, you realize that you should just tell him what you feel at the moment. Not some rehearsed bullcrap, because Renjun deserves nothing but the raw truth from you.
âHowâs Giselle? I hope theyâre doing good,â You start with genuine curiosity.Â
Renjun furrows his brows as he looks at you. âBaby, they gave you hell and you still wish them the best? IâI donât think I can ever forgive them for ruining us, ever.â He claims, grabbing your hand, intertwining it and kissing the back of your palm.
You smile warmly at him. âItâs okay, baby. Iâll forgive them for the both of us.âÂ
He shook his head, disagreeing. âNo. Youâll have to learn how to express anger for people who deserve it. You canât let them get away every single time. Theyâd just do it all over again.âÂ
A semblance of a smile had gently flickered onto your lips as you admired him. âAlright, baby. Iâll try. But good thing youâre with me now, right? You can be the bad cop and Iâd be the good cop!âÂ
Through his serious demeanor, a small smirk threatened to sneak its way on his mouth.Â
âAnd Iâm so sorry for treating you like shit. I was deep in my own hateful charade to mask the fact that I still wanted to be with you. I guess I was a pussââ
âLanguage, baby.â You faked an angry tone, but immediately smiled after. âBesides, I understand. I wouldnât want to be seen with a person who cheated onââ
âYou didnât, baby. You quite literally had no choice.â He warned.Â
âOkay, sure but you also have to let me earn your trust. At the end of the day, I still kissed somebody else when weâre together. But at the same time, I also feel terrible because it seemed like I sacrificed our own relationship for nothing.âÂ
Everytime you remind yourself of the decision you made when you were young, hurting the person you love, for something that was taken away from you way too soon, makes you feel so stupid. So disappointed in yourself.Â
âI trust you with my life, baby. Youâre responsible for me now, so donât you dare leave me again. Okay? I love you.âÂ
Before you wallow in guilt, Renjun kissed you deeply and passionately. Your lips move in a rhythmic manner, as if it was a melody that played in the silence of your hearts, a song of tenderness and affection.Â
âShit, baby we should go. Weâre going to be late,â He pulled away too early, despite your pleas and looked at his wristwatch.Â
You turn your head in confusion. Do you have plans today? He didnât say anything and began to drive. You were sitting in your seat demented, wondering where heâd take you. You try to familiarize the road heâs taking, but you are left clueless.
He stopped at an expensive looking hall, seemingly a restaurant, or an events place, honestly youâre not sure. There's a waitress waiting at the reception. Renjun just says his name, and the woman just nodded and smiled at you. You hesitantly smiled back, and thatâs when she guided you inside.
âWhat is this?â Your heart is now pumping out your chest, as you try to figure out Renjun's plan.Â
He just turns to you and puts his index fingers on his lips. The waitress stopped at a double door, knocked five times, odd to say the least, then gestured for Renjun to open the door.Â
For a moment, Renjun unlinks your hands from his arms to open the door. And as soon as you took a step inside the dark room, a collective excitement shrieked as the lights turned on.Â
âCongratulations, Birdie!âÂ
Your eyes widened, your mouth fell open as you saw everyone who ever mattered to you greets you with the widest smile as they held their own party prop. The confetti drowns you, but it doesn't baffle you. What touched you the most is your cheer squad, Minnie leading them as she blows the small horn.Â
âCelebrating Y/N âThe Birdâ L/Nâs legacy in NCU Squadâ it says on a banner.
You covered your mouth and immediately broke down, Minnie running to you and hugging you so tight.
âBitch, youâre gonna make me cry!â She whines as she tries to wipe your tears off your face.
You clutch your chest, being overwhelmed in joy. Sniffing silently as you greet the other people.
âThere she is!â You hear Coach Evie emerging from the crowd, embracing you.
âThank you, Coach.â
âYouâre by far the best cheerleader Iâve seen in my career. But I know youâre much better than just being a cheerleader. Please remain as hopeful as you were before, Birdie.â She says, making you sob even more. You murmured more gratitude to her.
âUh-Uhm.â You look at someone clearing their throat beside you, and you see an awkward Haechan standing there looking at his feet. Renjun harshly nudges him forward to you, Jeno and Jaemin smirking behind him.
âI apologize for my behavior, and I regret everything I have said thatâs hateful towards you. I wish we could get along and be friends. And again, Iâm sorry.â He says, almost robotic, and most people would find it insincere, but you just chuckled.
âDid Renjun ask you to memorize that?âÂ
âRenjun asked more, actually. He was supposed to kneel, Birdie. Just wait for it..â Jaemin snickers, Jeno laughing at the entire thing.
âPsh. Itâs fine, Haechan. I forgive you.â You say in the middle of a laugh, finding it almost adorable how Haechan is scared of Renjun. Somehow, it just makes sense.
It was Jenoâs turn to hug you, âCongrats, Birdie.â Heâs always been soft and composed. You always appreciated that about him.
âCome here! Congratulations Birdie!!â Jaemin runs to you and embraces you, spinning you around. You yelp, not expecting it but Renjun quickly holds Jaeminâs shoulder as he pulls you from him.
âNot too much on my girl, dude!â Renjun shouts, as if Jaemin just kidnapped you in broad daylight. Jaemin carefully puts you down, pointing at Renjun with a mischievous smile splattered all over his face.
âOoh, Is our Renjun jealous?âÂ
The three of them clowned Renjun on, âItâs justâ! Sheâs injured!â He says in defense.Â
As much as you want to watch him have fun with his friends, youâre afraid whatâs on your mind canât wait any longer.
âBaby,â You gently pull at his hand. He whipped his head towards you quickly.
You caress his furrowed brows, smoothing it then caressing his cheeks. In the middle of the chaos, the noise and the sea of people, you looked at him as if you two were the only people in the room.
His eyes fill your chest with warmth, the familiarity of his touch calming your soul, and the comfort of his smile soothes your entire wellbeing. He is your solace, and you wonât ever fucking do anything to hurt him, ever again.Â
âI love you,â You say, silently, eliciting a smile from him. He leans down, kissing you with intensity, almost sparking a flame between the two of you. You hear the crowd cheering, as you two pull away.
âI love you, and you will never be unloved by me. Iâm sorry baby but youâre stuck with me. Be my girlfriend again?â He asks loud enough for just the two of you. You nod eagerly, kissing him again.
Thatâs when you felt the world cheer for your happiness. Itâs now clear to you that your happiness is with him. Not with cheerleading, not with anything else. Your dream could change, your future could give you the biggest plot twist ever known to man, but one thingâs for sure.Â
Just as long as youâre with Renjun, youâre gonna be okay.
To: My dearest Renjun,
I will love you in this lifetime, and the next, because forever doesnât seem enough. My love, youâre worth it all. xoxo
-y/n
-end-
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Fifteen to Forever
"I canât not be happy when I know I have you."
PAIRING: hockeyplayer!choi seungcheol x f!reader
SYNOPSIS: Fifteen was the age you had met Choi Seungcheol at a school hockey game. Forever was the age you would find yourself spending with him.
CONTAINS: fluff, angst, smut (MINORS DNI), growing up, tears (a lot), distance, this is so emotional you will be in your feels, kissing, p in v sex (unprotected), clit stimulation, handjobs, happy endings bc we love them, i think that's it
WORD COUNT: 6k
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[AN]: thank you so much @ressonancee for birthing the idea of hockey player cheol in the first place, reading over some of the bits and helping me w some of the plot!!! ty for letting me ramble in your dms lol. hockeyplayer!cheol WILL reappear in other fics bc I'm obsessed with the idea, for now, I hope you enjoy this angsty fluffy creation <33
It wasnât until the last echo of the slammed car door had faded that you realized, yes, mom, I do actually want you to go in with me.Â
But alas, as the last tresses of exhaust from her car fade into nothingness, you accept that youâd have to do this alone. Gripping the straps of your brand new backpack helps you ground yourself as the increasingly erratic breathing takes over you. It sinks in now that youâre alone.Â
Thereâs a honk, and you realize youâre still frozen in the drop-off zone, the mom in the Subaru not appreciating the 7 AM delay to drop off her own high schooler. You wonder if her kid would let her drop them off inside.Â
Scurrying into the entrance of the open gates, you find the courtyard full. Huddles of teens laughing and yelling despite the early morning hour, not a spare square foot on the grass. You try to find someone who looks like an adult but fail, hoping youâll be luckier once youâre inside the building.Â
You do find yourself lucky as you find a line of teachers at the entrance, ready to greet the new batch of freshmen on their first day of high school. There are a few other kids who look as tense as you, but you feel better with the way the administrator pats your shoulder as she hands you your schedule, assigning you to a lanky sophomore to show you around the building thatâd become your second home for the next four years.Â
Jeonghan tells you his name as he leads you into your homeroom, where you deposit your bag before going back out. Heâs peculiar, you decide. He tells you to never walk without looking at the floor on Monday mornings to save your shoes from the occasional start-of-the-week breakfast hurl. He tells you in the cafeteria that the lasagna was horrible, but not the sloppy joes; the sloppy joes were good. He tells you in the gym that the coach would let you off if you rubbed a little eyeliner under your eyes, âheâs an empath.âÂ
By the time heâs listing off clubs and teams, you feel a little less nervous, pushing you back into your fuller homeroom with a sign-up sheet and a goodbye. You donât get to say thank you.Â
Kwon Soonyoung slips into the empty seat next to you, introducing himself a little louder than youâd anticipated, but you suppose you needed the enthusiasm. He innocently slips you his home number and hopes out loud that youâd be the best of friends.Â
You get in the car that afternoon, responding with a wider-than-expected smile at your mother inquiring about your day.Â
âIt was great! I think Iâll like it here.â
You found it strange that the rink was so packed for a high school hockey game, but that was before you saw the ten-foot banner and face paint. Soonyoung sits on your right as Jiwoo places herself on your left, both donned in blue and yellow, sandwiching your uncoordinated outfit. For whatever reason, youâd thought movies exaggerated the hype around high school sports, yet the support for the boys entering the rink roars into your ears to prove you wrong.Â
They win, and with the way the rest of the team pats him on the back after sending in the last puck, you assume itâs all thanks to the boy with the Choi on the back of his jersey.Â
He removes his helmet, hair flopping into his eyes as you realize you know him. He was always in the cafeteria with Jeonghan, the boy who gave you a tour on your first day, along with many other boys from his year. It was hard not to notice them with the ruckus they were always causing, yet you found them easy to drown out with the rest of the noise.Â
âWhatâs his first name? The guy with the 08 on his back?â you ask Soonyoung.Â
âOh, thatâs Seungcheol. Dudeâs a fucking progidy or something.â
âProdigy,â Jiwoo corrects.Â
âYeah, that. Jihoon said the only reason they got to finals last year was âcause of this guy.âÂ
You watch as he drinks from his bottle from the benches, smiling at his coach and teammates as they debriefed. At least you were guessing that was happening; the only thing you were thinking about was how you could hear his laugh from where you sat. And how it was making you smile, too.Â
You stare at your worn shoes that glow in multicolors as the beats in the gym warp and stagger through the speaker. Youâre on your third punch, finding yourself awkward without something to occupy at least one hand.Â
You had danced a little with Jiwoo, watched with bright eyes as Soonyoung dance off-ed yet another senior to his victory, giggled as you let another freshman, Jun, take Jiwoo away for the next dance. You now lace the edges of the party, taking a breather as you down the remnants of your punch, already trailing the memorized path to the snack table. Maybe youâll try some of the lemonade this time.Â
Thereâs already somebody occupying the lemonade cooler when you get there, back to you as you patiently wait for him to finish up. He moves away, leaning against the table. He takes a sip from his cup, and you move forward to fill your own.Â
Itâs Seungcheol. You recall his name as you recognize his face. He somehow looks as haphazard as you last saw him from yesterdayâs hockey game.Â
If he had come in with a tie, itâs long gone as he has his collar popped and shirt unbuttoned the first few steps. It doesnât end there as you note the hair that dresses his eyes, soaked in what you cannot imagine is water with the way you saw someone with a similar build typhoon across the floor with nearly as much vigor as Soonyoung has had tonight.Â
Heâs downing the cup in haste, and you take a sip of the slightly tart drink as you debate if you should say something.Â
âYou did really well yesterday. Congrats,â you decide to say.Â
He emerges from his cup to acknowledge you sipping on your own lemonade, âOh, thanks. Were you there?âÂ
âOh, yeah, I was. First hockey game, went with my friends,â you let out a little chuckle, not understanding why you suddenly felt so awkward.Â
âCool,â he answers plainly, mouth glistening and posture stagnant. âYouâre friends with Soonyoung, right? Seen him hang around Jihoon a lot.â
âYeah, heâs â heâs friends with everybody,â you laugh a little, and you hear him laugh with you.Â
âHow do you handle him? Heâs giving a run for everybodyâs money out there,â he gestures to the dance floor with a smile.Â
âHe mellows out after a while; heâs just excited,â you say, understanding his bewilderment.
âHowâre you finding high school so far?â he asks when he runs out of things to say, yet forgets that he can easily excuse himself. But he doesnât.
âPretty alright. Iâm having fun so far.â You donât need to ask him the same, knowing well that the sophomore was having the time of his life.
âGood to hear, hope it stays that way for you.â
Itâs another painful five seconds before you see Jiwoo waving at you from afar, pointing at something Soonyoung is doing.Â
âUh, Iâll see you around, my friendâs waving me overââ
âOh, sure, uh, Iâll see you around.â
You give him one more tight-lipped smile as you wave from waist length before retreating.Â
âWait!âÂ
You turn around at his voice.Â
âI never got your name.â
Seungcheol took you on your first not-date in the spring.
Not-date because neither of you had labeled it as such, but you were pushed to reconsider when both Jiwoo and Soonyoung insisted.
He had brought his car that you slipped into after school to drive to the movies, where he bought you popcorn and paid for both of your tickets. He held your hand as you walked out of the theatre, wide-eyed and all smiles as you discussed the film you had just sat through for two hours.Â
His palm fit in yours like it belonged there, and maybe it was your fifteen-year-old brain talking. Still, you never expected to be this comfortable with him â especially after the possible insinuation your friends had instilled.Â
He drove you home that night as you searched for a million excuses to stay a little longer in his car as he parked in front of your door. But alas, you open the car door at the end of the night and are surprised to find him doing the same as he walks around to where you get out.Â
âI had a lot of fun today,â you say in your rehearsed line.
âMe too,â he smiles. âThe weatherâs getting nicer, we should see the cherry blossoms next weekend. If you wanted to. We can take the car again.âÂ
He didnât kiss you, at least not on the lips as he hugged you at your front door and pressed his lips to your cheek.Â
You were quick to squeak out your goodbyes after that happened, slamming your door shut as you vaguely heard him drive off.Â
With a hand to your racing heart, you count to ten. Perhaps youâd reconsider that not-date after all. Besides, you had cherry blossoms to look forward to.Â
Choi Seungcheol kissed you, really kissed you, when he brought the team to the cup they missed out on last year, throwing himself at you as soon as you appeared before him. He was sweaty, half-dressed in his gear with his skates still on as he embraced you tighter than anyone ever had before.Â
He put his lips on yours the second he saw your face as you pulled away, unable to help himself despite the groans and retches of his teammates, despite the fact that an entire bleacherâs worth of people saw you both.Â
Not that either of you cared; you were just happy he didnât have his mouth guard on (and that he kissed you before you couldnât help it yourself).
It was in your junior year and Seungcheolâs senior year that you began to hear the absurdities about the strength of your relationship, that you wouldnât make it, that high school sweethearts never do.Â
With shaking hands, you grip your boyfriendâs arm as he has a conflicted look in his eye.Â
âNo,â you say. You wonder where all of this strength was coming from when you all wanted was to cry. âYouâre gonna go. You will go. I wonât let you throw all of this away because of something thatâs never gonna waver.âÂ
Heâs silent as he refuses to meet your gaze. The voices were getting to him, his older college friends laughing when he suggested that his relationship would last both college and the distance it would bring. He realizes heâs not so sure anymore.Â
He sits cross-legged in front of you on your bedroom floor, mentally prepared to walk out for the last time.Â
âYouâre supposed to be happiest about this; I donât understand why you insist I leave. And so far away?â he looks slightly bewildered.Â
âBecause youâll regret it if you donât. This isnât about me, Cheol, itâs about everything youâve worked for all these yearsââ
âUs, what about us? Iâve worked on us, too.â
âWhy have you gone years without listening to a word what other people say to only listening to them now?â
âWas it just me, then? Because it feels like Iâm the only one worried about our future togetherââ
âChoi Seungcheol, stop right there.â Your voice is brittle, and you donât know how long you can keep the tears at bay.Â
âIâŠI donât know what to think,â his shoulders slump even lower.Â
His hockey scholarship would take him so, so far away. He thought you were strong enough for this, but with every anecdote, every comment, every dejected âhave it your wayâ to his resilience, he wonders if the both of you would be forced to fight a losing battle if he left.Â
There were sports universities here at home, but there was no you with his scholarship.Â
âIâll tell you what to think. Will you listen to me?âÂ
Slowly, but surely, he nods.Â
âYou can get the scholarship youâve always wanted, and we can stay as we are, although a little farther away.â
He looks like he wants to say something but doesnât.
âI believe in us. And if you donât right now, Iâm ready to believe for the both of us. Weâll get through this.âÂ
In the end, Seungcheol believed you over everything the world told him, praying he wouldnât let you or himself down as he laid with you on the last night heâd call his bedroom home.Â
Graduation was a happy endeavor, momentarily forgetting what lay ahead as he enjoyed his last hours with all his friends in one place. The heavy feeling returned as the night progressed, agreeing to spend the night with him, tucked under his covers as you listened to his heartbeat. You wonder how long it will be until you're able to do this again.Â
As you lay in his stripped bedroom, thereâs little either of you say, an unspoken agreement to not sleep, not tonight. He has an early morning, but he doesnât really seem to care as he continues to fiddle with your hair, kissing you at intervals like he's trying to bring back the feeling when it begins to fade.Â
Thereâs little you can talk about when youâre trying to memorize each otherâs scent. You remind yourself to give him your sweater when morning comes, already noting the hoodie you need to remember to pick up, the lone one he left you in his closet.Â
But as the first rays of sun peeked through the blinds, sending stripes of sun into the bedroom, you tried not to feel the hard clench of your heart as the bare room came into sight. Despite the snoozing of alarms, the multiple knocks on his door, and the dawn of a new day, you let yourselves have an extra five, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes.Â
Just you and him before it would be you, and it would be him.
Seungcheol called you more than you called him. It was everywhere, even if it was just to say a quick âI love youâ before a game, to hear your voice before he went to class, to listen to you complain about an assignment before he had to do his own.Â
As resilient as you showed yourself to be, youâd be lying if you said there was a part of you that was afraid of how much faith Seunghceol held for the both of you, but at ease you were with the constant bugging heâd do and the bugging he seemed to appreciate back.Â
By Christmastime, heâd texted you his itinerary for the holidays, explaining how he couldnât spare a second to things like thinking. Most of his list involved spending all day rotting indoors with you.Â
As much as Seungcheol had hoped youâd pick a college nearer to him, he was less scared when you finally announced your college decisions close to graduation. The past year had proved a lot, mostly that you both were stronger than the distance. Which is why he was the first to congratulate you when you got into the college of your choice, despite the fact that youâd be even farther away, leaving home in what felt like the opposite direction to him.Â
You were scared too, mostly of how Seungcheol would react, but seeing the smile break out on his face when you told him gave you all the reassurance you needed. That summer brought you the best memories of your teenage years, with Seungcheol, preparing for you both to leave. Except this time, the air was less tense, fewer tears shed, fewer solemn goodbyes at airport gates, and less desperation in both of your hearts. A surety that youâd come back to each other.Â
Seungcheol was offered a contract with his dream hockey team when you were on the cusp of your final year. He told you nearly two weeks after he received the first email, not believing it until he was pestered to do so by the representative.Â
You cried on the phone that night, the ache in your chest unbelievably present as you wished you could hug him at that moment. He denied his own tears, but you knew his glassier-than-normal eyes werenât just through the camera lens. You told him you were proud, you told him this was only the beginning, that you needed to sit in the bleachers with his jersey on for every game heâll ever play, that he was about to have an entire career to be proud of soon.Â
He let a couple tears slip.Â
And when he showed up to your graduation, sitting next to your family, you gave him the biggest hug you could muster from your bones. That year may have been the last youâd have to endure apart, but it was somehow the hardest.Â
It was in that moment, when you pulled away to look at his smiling face, that the years registered in your mind.Â
Youâre fifteen again, seeing Seungcheol for the first time, donning the features he hadnât grown into yet, the features you hadnât grown into yet. You have to tiptoe to meet his lips now, see a man where there was once a boy, the deep set of maturity behind his pretty eyes.Â
When he drops the last of your boxes into his â your shared apartment, youâre brought to the stark realization that you're going to stay here.
Itâs when youâre unpacking your toothbrush, placing it in the cup right next to his that you realize you could do whatever you wanted with each other without having to work around flight schedules. Itâs when heâs hobbling around wooden planks and screws in the bedroom, putting together the brand new queen-sized bed to replace his too-small twin, that you realize that you werenât here for the week, or for the month or for any set amount of time; you were here forever.
At least thatâs what you hope as you watch him collapse the last of the cardboard boxes to recycle, shoving in the corner of the entryway, leaving that job for tomorrow.Â
By the time you emerge in the living room after a shower, Seungcheol has already begun to unpack the delivery food on the coffee table. Itâs an array of delicious smells, slightly soggy food, and mounds of styrofoam and plastic wrap; a feast for your tired, tired bodies.Â
The dumplings are amazing, and the warm feeling in your chest expands as you realize you can now order them whenever you like.Â
Seungcheol picks out the chopped chilies from his food, migrating them onto your own plate as he talks about his next practice session without interruption.Â
A thought occurs to you in that moment as you watch him down his cola. âHasnât coach put you on a diet plan?âÂ
âYeah,â he says normally. You merely stare at him, not understanding how any of this junk could be any good for his form, especially when you know heâs good about abstaining when it comes to training.Â
He smiles at the questioning look on your face, setting down his utensils, âItâs our first meal, in our first home. I think we deserve to share this with each other.âÂ
A smile breaks out on your face at the thought of this being your first meal, the first of many meals together in this home. Of all the meals youâll share in every home after this, every day.Â
And while Seungcheol finds himself sacrificing his diet to enjoy all of this greasy grub with you, you will also find yourself occasionally sharing his awfully bland chicken breasts and salads. All to share with each other.Â
Walking into the bustling restaurant in your uncomfortable shoes and your arm around Seungcheolâs, youâre quick to find the group youâre looking for.Â
The noise is a dead giveaway, and you quickly realize they havenât changed.Â
You hear Soonyoung before you see him, his distinct laugh echoing the loudest across the sea of mingling heads. A loud banner hangs at the end of the room with your high school grad year.Â
You detach from Seungcheol as he finds his junior friends, and you find yours, taking both Soonyoung and Jiwoo into a bone-crushing hug. Itâs been a while since you last saw them. The crowd of familiar faces greets you, making small talk with everyone as they introduce you to their partners and even their children. Youâve grown; all of you have.Â
âSeungcheolâs here too. You guys were together in high school, right?â somebody asks you at some point during the night. âHe graduated before us, though; wonder who heâs here with.âÂ
You donât blame them for assuming, considering both of you have been in your own circles all night. That, added to the obvious assumptions of high school sweethearts, you only laugh a little as you reply with a wider-than-usual smile.Â
âOh, heâs here with me,âÂ
You go home with a permanent smile stuck to your face, talking more animatedly than usual in the car ride home. Seuncheol mirrors your smile as he listens.Â
Your good mood prevails for the rest of the night, even as you slip under the covers, ready to end the night on a happier-than-usual note. Seungcheol is reading his book when you crawl under his arm, head on his chest, and your arm slung across his torso. You feel his lips on the top of your head, the faint sound of his book being placed on the bedside table. Â
âWhatâs got you so smiley?â he asks with one of his own.
You shake your head as you reply, âNothing. Iâm just happy I saw Soonyoung and Jiwoo.â
âIâm glad you saw them too. Itâs been a while, hasnât it?â
You hum in response, suddenly remembering a conversation you had. âYou know, Jess asked me who you were there with.âÂ
âFigures,â he shrugs before laughing a little.âHow much did she hesitate before asking you?âÂ
âLooked like she was holding it in for a little bit. Donât blame her, though. She probably thought we ended it in epic teenage fashion.âÂ
He snorts at that, âProbably wouldâve if you didnât talk some sense into me.â
âProbably wouldâve if you didnât trust me like you did,â you crane your neck to look at him.Â
âGlad I wasnât that far gone,â he whispers, a faraway look in his eyes despite looking directly at you. âHavenât doubted us ever since.â
Thereâs that warm feeling that spreads throughout your body, an overwhelming feeling of contentment coming over you. There was nothing, nothing, that could convince you to be anywhere else, especially anywhere that wasnât in his arms.Â
âSometimesâŠwell, a lot of the times, I think about us,â you start. âI thought us hitting six months was enough to tell me Iâd be with you forever.âÂ
He smiles at the thought of high school you, starry-eyed, awkward little kids. He remembers the way you blushed when he kissed you for the first time in front of the whole school, the heat that had risen to his own face at the time.Â
âAnd then we hit a year, and then two years,â you remember every surprise for every anniversary, from when youâd collect your allowance for weeks to get him something heâd like.Â
âAnd then college happened. I tried being so positive, but I had never been more scared for us. I hope we never have to go through something that hard ever again.â You almost sound like a child not wanting to go to the doctorâs office, but with the way you feel yourself tighten your grip around him, you donât think itâs any different.Â
You can feel your eyes begin to well, and your voice begins to shake. It was nearly comical how quickly the smiles were turning into sentimental tears.Â
Seungcheol places a kiss on your lips, and you know it was meant to be reassuring, but it only wrenches open the floodgates. The tears begin to make their way down your face, sniffles muffled as you go back to burying your face in his chest, his shirt soaking the wetness. You can feel a rumble in his chest as he laughs at your state. Heâs also squeezing up your sides and placing kisses in any place he can reach.Â
âI donât know whatâs wrong with me,â you murmur into his shirt.Â
âItâs okay. Today was very reflective,â he reassures, letting you stay hidden.Â
âI justââ you sniff. âI just wanna stay happy like this all the time.âÂ
Itâs only then that he guides your stained face away from his shirt to bring you to look at him, wiping the remnants of your tears as you try to keep the fresh ones at bay. âWeâll be happy, even when weâre sad. I canât not be happy when I know I have you. I love you too much for that.â
âI love you,â you whisper into his lips, arms around his neck as you pull yourself to him, chest to chest. You kiss him properly, pecking him a few times to have your fill.Â
And then heâs pulling away, ever so slightly to bring a bare millimeter of gap between your lips. His hands burn where they rest, one on your waist, one on your thigh. Heâs breathing hard. Both of you are.Â
âIâm gonna say something so not fit for right now,â he breathes.
You canât help but freeze in his hold as you register his words, hesitating before you ask. âWhat?â
âMarry me.âÂ
It comes out as the same whisper, directly into your lips as he utters the words. Like he was keeping a secret from the walls and the furniture, like they were only meant for you; because they were only meant for you. Your heart stops, and you vaguely wonder if youâre breathing at all.Â
âIââ he takes a long, shaky breath from his nose. âI was supposed to do this a little differently, butâŠâ
You watch him reach over into his bedside drawer, the one you never touch, and bring out the smallest velvet box. Opening it reveals the prettiest, most delicate diamond youâve ever seen, the jewel glinting and sparkling even in the dim bedroom lights.Â
Thatâs when you let out a tiny gasp, feeling the tears return, dripping down your face one after the other. âChoi Seuncheol, you bitch.â
Youâre sobbing at this point, and it has him sitting up straighter, leaving the box to the side as he lurches for you when you pull away.Â
âWait, fuck, sorry, I thought,â he exhales in frustration, hands trying to pull yours away from your face as you cry into your hands. He sounds desperate. âI got carried away, I donât know what I was thinkingââ
âNo, itâs not that,â you finally manage through hiccups.Â
âYes, of course, Iâll marry you, Iâm just fucking emotional.âÂ
You hear him laugh again, no doubt out of pure relief, as he nearly doubles over at the situation.Â
Youâre a little calmer as you continue to sniffle, watching him with a half-disgruntled, half-amused expression, âPut it on, stupid, or do I need to cry again for you to do that.â
You donât need to tell him twice as he slips the ring on your finger, the perfect fit, the perfect jewel, the perfect ring.Â
Bringing him closer, you kiss him again, lips pressed hard on his as you try to communicate every last emotion into it. Youâre out of words, and you hope he knows what you're feeling. You know he knows; he always knows.Â
Heâs reciprocating with the same vigor, arms coming up to wrap around you so tight it pushes you flush against his body. He nips at your lip, running his tongue over it for good measure before letting it enter your mouth. You let him take the lead, let him guide you through every motion, every step forward.Â
Youâre putty when he pulls off your clothes for you, feeling your heart scream in protest whenever he pulls away to get rid of the obstructions. Your emotions were in a delicate place, and you suddenly couldnât handle not being able to feel him against you consistently.Â
He does well to make it quick, moving back on top of you to occupy your mouth once more. He tries to migrate lower, latching onto your neck to continue his ministrations there, but you donât let him as you pull his face back to yours again.
âI love you,â you whisper against his mouth before latching onto his lips.
He lets out a low grunt, pulling away for breath as he whispers it back, âI love you more.â
If you wonât let his mouth move, you let his hands do whatever they wish, feeling them move lower against your sides to reach your hips. His thumbs draw circles on them as he slowly moves his hands to where you can feel the arousal grow.Â
His fingers hit your bare heat as he plunges them into your folds, encasing your clit between his fingers. He drags them up slowly before moving back down, all the way to your now sopping hole to brush against the opening.Â
You sigh against his lips as he pushes his finger in slowly, lips releasing yours as you throw your head back to feel his digit around your walls. He pushes a second one in without hesitation, and you know heâs just as desperate as you right now.Â
Heâs only two fingers deep, and yet you feel yourself beginning to come undone. He always knew what to do when he wanted to stretch you out faster, always knew what to do when he wanted to draw the pleasure out, keep you writhing for hours.Â
Right now was different; it felt like he was holding himself back to the point where it was almost painful. If he wasnât worried about the stretch, he wouldâve buried himself inside you already, and yet, when he feels you clench undeniably hard around his fingers as you orgasm, he feels like he mightâve cum himself.Â
His low moans echo off the walls with your louder, more desperate ones, riding out your high as you feel him bring his other hand up to rub your clit in fast circles, making the pleasure last. Coming down from your high, you feel him pause for a moment as he peppers kisses on your face, down your jaw and neck, finally coming to press his lips against yours.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
You nod in response, already grasping at his boxers to yank them down. Despite having just orgasmed, the satisfaction is yet to come, needing to feel him inside you before you combusted entirely.Â
He helps as he discards himself of the final obstruction, letting you stroke his painfully hard member in your hands. The face he makes is heavenly as you watch him feel your hands wrapped around him. The impatience takes over as he finally removes your hands, instead pinning them beside your head as he guides himself to your entrance.Â
Seungcheol goes back to planting himself onto you entirely, knowing exactly what you wanted from him, needing to feel him against you so flush and tight. He lets you wrap your hands around his neck as he finally begins to push himself into you, letting his tip graze the beginning of your entrance.Â
He breathes into your neck in deep, deep exhales, trying so hard not to cum before heâs even entered you entirely. He takes his time pushing into you, focusing on your fingers as they play with his hair, your palms running down his shoulder blades in a pathway. He closes his eyes as he sheaths himself in you completely, continuing his steady breaths to not come undone before you.Â
He begins to move when he feels like heâs gotten a hold of his bearings, feeling you hold onto him as he starts thrusting into your cunt. The sounds you make are bliss; the feeling of every inch of your skin on his is making him lose his already lost mind.Â
Your arms drop when they canât hold onto him any longer, your hands remaining on him regardless, in some way or the other. Seungcheol takes hold of your hand, emerging from the crook of your neck to bring it to his mouth. He kisses it, your palms, the back of your hand, your fingers, directly over the rock he slipped on you himself.Â
The tenderness of his actions makes your brain rattle against your skull, the building feeling in your abdomen coming so close to collapsing into release. You find yourself pushing yourself up on your elbows, face finding the crook of his shoulder as you push yourself back into him when pulled back in the slightest.Â
Youâre so close now, so, so close. âCheol,â
âI know, darling. Cum for me, baby, Iâve got you, Iâve always got you.â
You release to the sound of his voice, the words that tumble from his desperate mouth, the feeling of his own cum shooting inside your spent walls. He continues to thrust into you as you both let out the loudest moans of the night, letting yourself get wrapped up in the feeling of each other before you lose your peak.Â
You register nothing as you feel him drop his weight on top of you, letting the moment pass.Â
Despite having had nights rougher, more lengthy than this, you somehow feel more spent than you have at the end of any of those escapades. The answer comes to you in the few minutes it takes for you both to catch your breath, Cheol being just as fatigued as you despite his athlete stamina.Â
You feel him continue to press his lips onto your skin, letting you do the same to him in between kisses. Neither of you speak for another few minutes, letting the heaviness of your hearts come forth in the showers of love you seem to want to give each other.Â
Heâs grasping your left hand, toying with the ring fitted there. âI canât wait to spend forever with you.âÂ
A picture of the both of you hangs on the wall in your bedroom, dim yet decipherable in the low lights. Thereâs a moment where you have a flash of that same photo on multiple different walls. Different shades of neutral, in different rooms in different houses. Itâs the same picture.Â
You think of what forever might hold for the both of you, separately and together. You let the prospect of every step, every change, and every milestone wash over you in waves that keep coming, crashing back to feed into another.Â
Change, you rehearse. There had been lots of it, and yet you had merely scratched the surface of what life was about to throw at you. You knew that, Seungcheol knew that. But you found yourself, in that moment, convinced in entirety that change is good, whether it feels good or bad.Â
Distance makes the heart grow fonder; you didn't realize the meaning of the phrase until you had to live apart from the love of your life. Painful, difficult, sometimes agonizing, yet also necessary, you conclude. You wonder if your love would ever have grown this deep if you hadnât felt life without each other.Â
You think of how far youâve come, how youâve grown with each other. There was an encompassing of gratefulness that came with every step you had taken, and with every step you would take henceforth, you knew that for certain.Â
Perhaps you would find yourself voicing these emotional thoughts to him, but not now. The unspoken was louder than anything you could say.Â
âI canât wait to spend forever with you, too.â
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New Tricks: Celestial Heavens
Pairing: Virgin!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Word Count: 9.4k
Summary: Life couldnât seem any better â your life long crush, and the football star of your fantasies is now your boyfriend, and your relationship is running smoothly. Itâs a dream come true. But when Bucky admits heâs ready to take things to the next level, youâre anxious to make sure losing his virginity is an experience he wonât forget â for all the right reasons.
Which means, a first date is in order.
A night beneath the stars brings the two of you closer together, where emotions run high and confessions sit on the tips of tongues.
Warnings: College AU, Smut, kissing, grinding, dirty talk, praise, reassurance, fluff, fluff and more fluff, pet names, swearing, teasing, first dates, Bucky is a smooth little shit, cute astronomy puns.
Authorâs Note: Happy Valentineâs Day my loves đ„° here is the highly requested part two for New Tricks đ„č the support I have received for part one has been so overwhelming and I want to thank all of you who expressed your love đ
Beta and divider graphic credits go to @rookthorne - I canât thank you enough for spending hours of your time helping me bring this AU to life, youâre incredible â this one is for you â€ïž
I hope this follow on lives up to your expectations and does our favourite college babies justice. Once again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Happy reading my lovelies đ
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âŒïž Small disclaimer âŒïž- while I have done some research, I in no way consider myself to be an astronomy expert. If any of the facts or information I have included are wrong, I apologise profusely.
Standing outside of your brotherâs apartment, you hum a tune to yourself while waiting for the door to open.Â
The impulse to knock again after only a moment of waiting is overwhelming and your impatience begins to wane. You grip the canvas strap of your tote bag which is full to the brim with notepads and books, when the door suddenly swings open to admit you.
âHeyâ! Oh, itâs you.â Disappointment sours your tone upon seeing Steve in the doorway. You push past his broad frame and enter his apartment to look for the true reason you are there, paying no mind to the scoff that falls from his lips.Â
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âYes, hello sis. So good to see you, too!â Steve stays by the door, unmoving and starts conversing with himself. âHow am I? Iâm great, thanks for askingâhow about you? Come on in, weâll have a drink.âÂ
You shake your head, huffing a laugh while you scold him playfully, âOh hush, Stevie, donât be so butthurt.â From down the hallway, you see a light casting shadows along the floor â the source coming from a slither of an open door. A flicker of red hair disappears around the door frame. âHuh,â you muse, a smirk dancing on your lips. âYou should know by now Iâm not here for you. Where is he?âÂ
Steve sighs. âHeâsââ
âButtercup!â Buckyâs shout from his bedroom interrupts Steve, and it snaps your focus towards the direction of his voice. âBaby!â
The heavy thud of his rapid footsteps echoes down the hallway towards the living room, where you currently stand waiting for him, and you canât help but giggle with amusement at his excitement.Â
He appears in a blur, skidding into the room with grace akin to a drunken swan â a pink blush dusts over his cheekbones and the boyish charm of his eager smile makes your stomach flutter. His Adamâs apple bobs up and down when he swallows, and he covertly attempts to catch his breath from the sudden burst of excitement.Â
ââThere,â Steve finishes, lamely.Â
The bright, pretty smile on Buckyâs lips and how his eyes grow wide when he sees you makes you feel like youâre floating on cloud nine. âHi, Buttercup,â he breathes, and the pure innocence of his greeting melts your heart.
You canât help but copy his smile as you make your way towards him, where he positively vibrates in place. âHi to you too, handsome.â The cotton of his shirt is soft under your palms, and you meet his lips with a small kiss. The brush of his plush lips against yours makes you sigh against his mouth, and his hands sneak around your waist to grip your hips, keeping you in place against his chest. Â
He wasnât going to let you sneak away with just the one kiss â he never does.Â
A more insistent press from his lips makes you part your own, and he runs his tongue over your bottom lip. Â
âGuys,â Steve whines, âGet a fucking room â I donât want to see that shit!âÂ
The effort to pull away from Buckyâs lips is beyond tolerable, but you refuse to turn and look at Steve as you say, âSorry, bro,â with little to no remorse for his fragile disposition as the older brother. Bucky does not tear his focus from you, rather, his lips quirk in a playful smirk at your snark.Â
Unbeknownst to you and behind your back, your brotherâs mouth upturns in a smile; the two most important people in his life finally together and so sickeningly in love.Â
As of a few weeks ago, Bucky and you started officially dating after a shy, whispered question during the late Sunday morning of your first weekend together.Â
Buckyâs small, timid question of what the two of you were once he dragged you back to bed â after the clean-up from a spilled gift basket in his haste â set the butterflies in your stomach aflame.Â
Of course, there was no other answer but to rid the doubt in his mind and reassure him.Â
From then on, the two of you lived in your own bubble of bliss. You, over the moon to finally be with your long-time crush; Bucky, unbelieving of the reality that he has and is deserving of the girl of his dreams, who loves and nurtures all aspects of him.Â
The only way to describe you both during this honeymoon phase is inseparable â spending every single spare moment through college life with one another.Â
But no matter how badly you wanted to be with him, and spend more time staring at his handsome features, your art finals were also crucial business â as was keeping Buckyâs GPA intact. The scholarship he revered depended on it.Â
Steveâs voice brings you from the torrent of memories and back to the present where Bucky held you fast against his chest still. âYeah, yeah, whatever.â
You reach around Buckyâs neck and twirl your fingers through his hair before whispering loud enough for only him to hear, âReady to go, Puppy?â
The red flush of his cheeks and the part of his lips has you trying to hide the satisfied smirk that threatens to pull at the corner of your mouth â his new nickname borne from a quick-witted quip you thought nothing of, truly is one of your greatest accomplishments to date.Â
You remember it perfectly.
Bucky leaned against the headboard, his lips in a full pout, and arms crossed tightly across his chest. The bare expanse of skin was shadowed by the low light of your bedside lamp. âNo,â he grumbled, furrowing his brows with his sudden, foul mood.Â
âBuckyâ come on, we have to eat something,â you reiterated for the umpteenth time.Â
âNo.â The dramatics of his brooding had you struggling to rein your laughter in.Â
âWeâve been cuddling for three hours,â you insisted, deciding to reason with the stubborn idiot. âI literally heard your stomach rumble an hour ago. You need food.âÂ
Bucky sulked. âNo. Only need you.âÂ
âOh my god,â you giggled, âyou look like a kicked puppy, Bucky.âÂ
There was a deep, impatient huff, and then he stared at you, an expression of longing covering his features. It only exaggerated his puppy eyes.Â
A bright idea came to you then, the comparison may just be what you needed to make the boy move⊠âHere, boy,â you called, patting your thigh with one hand and snapping your fingers with the other. âCome on, whoâs a good boy? Huh? You want a treat, baby? Do you wanna be a good pup for me?âÂ
Buckyâs reaction was more than you could have ever hoped for â his entire body became deathly still for a moment, then his arms slackened to fall onto the bed and a deep flush of blotchy red trailed up from his chest and up to his neck.Â
You would have been worried about overstepping if you hadnât spotted the dazed, glassy look in his eyes, darkening the cerulean to an Aegean blue. Â
Bucky liked it.Â
The praise, humiliation, spliced with a pinch of demand â the entirely accidental recipe for how to break him.Â
Ever since then, Buckyâs new nickname causes the most visceral reaction he so desperately tries to hide, with very little success. The quiet hitch of his breath has you trying to keep your composure, and if only to tease him a little more, you wink at him.Â
In the present, he chokes on a sharp intake of breath and coughs.Â
Thereâs a quiet, short bout of laughter behind you from Steve, but you focus on Bucky while he catches his breath, still beet red. âYou ready to go, Buck?â you repeat, squeezing the back of his neck. Â
The rapid semblance of composure did nothing to hide the effect your words have. He blows out a breath, and stutters a determinedly stoic, âYâyeahâ almost, just gottaâ umâ run and gâget my jacket.âÂ
You hum and bump your nose against his before stepping back to let him breathe, âOkay, Buck. Iâll be waiting by the door.âÂ
Bucky wastes no time in spinning around before taking off like a shot down the hallway towards his bedroom. As he disappears, you chuckle to yourself and wonder how embarrassed he will be when he realises that he is already wearing a hoodie. Â
âYouâre wicked.â Steve stands with his arms crossed and a raised eyebrow. But by the small smirk upturning his lips, you know heâs just as entertained with Buckyâs fumbling than you are. âHeâs so whipped.â
Before you have a chance to retort, a honeyed, feminine voice calls from your brotherâs room. âSteve, stop hounding your sister and leave her be! You promised me a foot rub.âÂ
âOh?â It's your turn to cock your eyebrow, and you watch, all too righteously, while his cheeks turn bright red. âRemind me whoâs the whipped one again, hm?âÂ
Steve flounders in place, his mouth opening and closing while he searches for the words to no doubt put you back in your place, but another voice beats him to it by calling out to you from the hallway. âFlower, you have no idea! Last week I got him toââÂ
âOkay! Thatâs enough of that,â Steve interrupts, quick to shut down the reveal before it knew the light of day. He stalks down the hallway towards his bedroom, and as he goes, he yells over his shoulder at you, âEnjoy your time with Buck, sis, please donât break him, weâve got training tomorrow. Love ya â see you next week!âÂ
The door slams shut just as Bucky appears around the corner, clad in both a hoodie and a jacket, and his eyes dart everywhere around the room but at you. The realisation must have hit him, and he was far too stubborn to come back empty handed.Â
Decidedly, you donât question him on it. Instead, you hold your hand out to him and say, âCome on, handsome, weâve got some studying to do.âÂ
And just like that, Buckyâs face lights up and he bounces towards you to interlace his fingers with yours. He follows you with ease while you lead him out his apartment to the elevator, the doors opening for you instantly for the both of you to step in.Â
The floor numbers descend on the screen, and a companionable, comfortable silence floats in the air. Until you turn to the side when you feel the stare of your boyfriend.Â
Buckyâs blue eyes shine brightly while he looks you up and down, taking you in once more, and your heart flutters against your chest with the soft smile pulling at his lips. âYou look beautiful today,â he whispers, a line of worship that makes your stomach flip. While holding your gaze, he lifts your hand up to his mouth and places a kiss to the back of it.Â
If the heart eyes from the cartoons were real, then your boyfriend takes the gold.Â
You barely fight the urge to squeal out loud with the show of heartfelt adoration. âThank you, baby.âÂ
The elevator doors open with a swoosh as you reach the ground floor. Squeezing his hand gently, you begin to lead him out the lift and towards the exit. âLetâs get going â we gotta make sure you ace this test.â
In the beginning, it took a while to process that you were Buckyâs girlfriend â an ease unlike any other helped you both fit together so seamlessly, as though you had been dating for far longer.Â
That same ease also makes itself known in your shared sexual compatibility.
Ever since that fateful movie night back in Steve and Buckyâs apartment, the two of you went no further than making out at every opportunity that presents itself (or that you make) and grinding against each other until you both came â though it didnât stop you both from doing it a lot.Â
Sex for the first time is a big deal. Buckyâs admission of still being a virgin, and his comfort being your priority, you take every old and new venture into pleasure at his pace. But your hesitance is met with an unprecedented hunger that leaves you breathless with need, every single time.Â
Buckyâs eagerness to feel you against him, the heat of your bodies intermingling as best they can between the layers of clothing always made him feral with want, and each time he ventures closer, further than he did before in his exploration of your body, it grows with such passion it scorches your skin.  Â
You were going to wait on his signal no matter how long it took. But a few signs were telling you, however, that Bucky wants it.Â
Recently, your boyfriend has been a little more desperate, more so than usual.Â
His whines and whimpers turn from breathy and high, to deep, animalistic sounds that send shivers up your spine. Bucky was already putty in the palm of your hands at the best of times, and to witness him let go of his inhibitions was addicting â you wanted more of him, and you have the inclination that he longs for the same.Â
And although the both of you swore to one another that you would head to the campus library to focus on your studies, somewhere along the way, your feet took you straight back to your dorm room and into your bedroom.Â
Your giggles and sighs echo off the walls, along with the rustling sound of your bed covers. âThat tickles!âÂ
Bucky, the clever, sly boy he is, figured out far too quickly where the sensitive spots on your neck are. ââM sorry, baby,â he whispers against your neck, his breath hot and fanning over the delicate skin. His sweet, tender kisses start to turn heated â more passionate and intense as his hands begin to wander over your body.Â
âFuck,â Bucky breathes against the curve of your jaw. âYou smell so good, Buttercup â could jusâ eat you up.âÂ
You softly moan in reply. The sudden hunger in his tone makes a shiver run down your spine and settle heavily between your thighs.
âCâmere,â he growls, and he rolls his body over yours, forcing you to lay flat against the mattress. You quickly wrap your legs around his waist as he trails sloppy kisses from the curve of your mouth and down the slope of your neck. âAtta girl, good girl.â
The feel of his lips against your skin makes your eyes flutter closed, and itâs entirely impossible to withhold your upper body rising with the arch of your back, pushing your covered breast up against his chest.
You canât help but think of how confident Bucky has grown in such little time â his boldness only adding fuel to the fire.
Bucky firmly grips your waist in his hands with a thready moan, and he slowly, torturously inches them up towards the bottom of your tits. You feel the brush from the tips of his thumbs through the fabric of your bra and shirt, the pressure of them indescribable.Â
âGod, youâre so fuckinâ pretty.â He squeezes his eyes shut as he tests a roll of his hips into you. The high moan that tumbles from your lips jolts him, and he thrusts forward with a small, disjointed groan â the heavenly pleasure of grinding his cock against your clothed cunt almost too much for him to bear. âFeel so good, Bee â holy fuck.â
You grin up at him, squeezing your knees against his hips. Another thing Bucky grew confident in: being vocal in the bedroom. His litany of curses and range of vocabulary comes to life if he loses himself enough; bold in his actions, he takes charge more and it leaves you a wreck every single damn time. Â
âGotta keep going, baby,â he pants into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, âdonât make me stop, please donât make me stop.â The desperation in his voice is as addicting as the pleasure he so freely gives, and you moan loudly to the ceiling. His pure, feral need to take what he wants only sends you closer to the edge. âFuckââ
Your whines and pleas for more mix with his deep grunts on every grind into you. âBucky, don't you dare stop,â you gasp, grabbing at his shoulders and wrinkling his shirt in your grip. âOh my god, please donât stop.âÂ
âNot gonna stop,â he promises as he pants against your neck. âNot gonna stop till you fuckinâ cum for me, Buttercup.â
You grab onto the back of his thighs, forcing him to rock against you faster. Harder.Â
Buckyâs whimpers only serve to drive you crazier and with wild abandon, you buck your hips to meet his thrusts. âSo close, baby. Almost thereâ oh, fuck,â you cry.Â
Bucky bites the skin of your neck, causing you to gasp loudly and moan.Â
âFuck, doll,â he groans, and he swallows your whines with frenzied need, his tongue laving over yours. The harsh pants for air when he pulls back to speak send you into a whimpering mess. âDrivinâ me crazy, Bee. Need you so bad, you got no ideaââÂ
âKeep going, please, keep going!â
ââGotta have you,â he grunts. âNeed these fuckinâ clothes off â wanna see your perfect body.â
Itâs hopeless to keep your moans at bay. His ferocity has you on the edge and your thighs shake as you balance on the precipice. âGonnaâ gonna cum.â You tangle your fingers into his damp hair and pull. âBucky, babyââ
âI know, pretty girl,â Bucky coos. âIâll get you there, donât worryââÂ
âPlease, please, please!â you frantically beg. The knot in your stomach is wound tight; the fast rhythm of Buckyâs thrusts pushing it to the point of shattering.Â
With a slight shift in angle of Buckyâs hips, the tip of his cock rubs against your swollen clit through your leggings, and you scream from the sheer ecstasy that flows through your veins with your climax. âCumming! Iâm cummingâ oh my god, Iâm cumming!â
Buckyâs hips falter, and he chokes out a raspy moan, âFuck!âÂ
The shattering of built-up tension rushes over the two of you; harsh moans fall from Buckyâs parted lips while he rides out his high, his hips continuing to grind against you.Â
It all falls on deaf ears while fire still runs through your veins. Â
âHoly shit,â Bucky whispers, finally slowing down his breathing and stopping the faltering, aborted thrusts of his hips. The growing wet patch that stains the crotch of his sweatpants no longer makes his cheeks flush with shame.Â
Quiet whimpers and gasps for breath leave you unable to speak, to utter just how wrecked you feel beneath him.Â
âHoly fuck,â Bucky repeats, and he gently rests his lower half against yours while carefully keeping his upper body propped up on his elbows. âThat wasââ Hot breaths fan over your lips as he rests his forehead against yours. âSo fuckinâ good.â
You laugh breathily and squeeze his shoulders, the press of your fingertips meeting hard, strong muscle.
Itâs a peaceful moment; a serene bliss you only find in the comfort of Buckyâs arms. It feels right to be cocooned in his warmth â your boyfriend always making you feel safe.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â Bucky says softly, placing a quick kiss to your nose, then a lingering, passionate one on your lips. âI canâtâ fuck, canât believe youâre mine.âÂ
You smile brightly up at him, lost for words, and with a tired huff, he rolls off of your body to lay beside you. Your chests rise and fall in a soothing sense of synchronisation.Â
The slow drain of adrenaline from your body erupts in a sudden fit of giggles. Â
Bucky blinks, then smiles hesitantly, a confused quirk of his lips. âWhatâs so funny, Buttercup?âÂ
âI justââ You bite your lip in an attempt to stop your laughter so youâre able to respond to him. âSorryâ itâs just a little crazy to me how youâre not as shy as you used to be.â A teasing smirk pulls at your lips. âYouâve gone a little rogue, Pup.âÂ
Heat creeps up Buckyâs neck and covers his cheeks with an adorable red flush. Even if your man has gained a lot of confidence, he will never be able to rid the bashful puppy inside of him.Â
âI should be worried,â you tease. âYouâre giving me a run for my money.âÂ
âRight, thatâs it.â Bucky suddenly shoots up and climbs over you, pinning you in place with his hips and thighs. One of his hands snakes up your arm, then the other, and you shiver with the ghost of sensation, only, he smirks. âIâve got you now.âÂ
Your wrists are suddenly together, unable to move from the top of the bed and in the grip of his hand. âHeyâ!â
Thereâs a wicked, playful glint in his darkening eyes as he looks down at you. âYouâll learn, Bee, that Iâm not a man to be teased.â The hand he has free begins to flit over your ticklish spots.Â
âBucky,â You warn as you nervously chuckle, trying to edge away from his touch. âDonât you even think about it.â Â
That doesnât deter him though. He runs the tips of his fingers, a feather light touch, underneath your tank top. âOh, noâ no, no,â he tuts. âI have the upper hand now, baby.â
âNo!â you loudly squeal, trying to kick your feet to dislodge the weight of Buckyâs athletic build over your lower half, but itâs of no use.Â
You burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter â tears start streaming down your cheeks while your boyfriend watches in cruel amusement above you. âWhere did all that fighting talk from earlier go, huh, Buttercup? Where did it go?âÂ
âOkay, okay! Iâ I lose, you wâwin!âÂ
With a satisfied sigh, Bucky yields and lets go of your wrists to bring one hand down to your waist, closely following with the other as he starts to gently stroke the exposed skin of your middle.Â
âYouâre too easy, baby,â he chuckles, fondness bursting over his features.Â
âYeah, well,â you sigh in defeat. âYou played dirty. Best believe Iâll get you back, big guy.â
A comfortable silence stretches between you both while you breathe heavily and close your eyes against the exhaustion overtaking your limbs. The rush of endorphins and all manner of happiness still flowing through your veins. Â
Until, âDid I go too far?â Bucky asks suddenly, his voice timid, small.Â
The tone of his question indicates a sense of duality â heâs not just asking only about the tickle fight.Â
You open your eyes to the view of his long hair hiding the two of you from the world; your room obscured by the curtain of it. The bright, shining blue of his irises steals your breath with the depth of emotion swimming in them â keeping you firmly within the bubble the two of you created in your passion. Â
âOh, Bucky,â you whisper soothingly, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek â the soft strands of his hair against your fingertips sends an unprompted shiver down your spine. You move your hand from his cheek so your index finger could press against his nose, then up to smooth over the furrow between his brows. âNot at all, handsome.â An effortless smile pulls at your lips, one that he hesitantly returns. âIt was perfect, I promise.âÂ
Though he doesnât seem to settle. Something is on his mind, that was obvious â his tells are easy to decipher from the time you spent studying his expressions. When he is unsure, hesitant, the tip of his tongue runs over his bottom lip; when anxious, his shoulders hunch inwards in an attempt to make himself smaller.Â
Bucky swallows thickly.Â
You frown. âAre you okay, Puppy?âÂ
The soft lilt of your voice soothes his worries, and he takes a deep breath before responding with a wavering, âI think Iâm ready.âÂ
The implication of such a comment makes your eyes widen slightly â while the possibilities are endless for what he could possibly be referring to, youâre almost certain you understand exactly what he means.Â
As though he suddenly realises how it could be interpreted, he barely whispers, âI wâwanna haveâ have sex.â Thereâs a slight tremble in his voice despite his courage to confess.Â
You blink once, twice, hesitating only for a second before opening your mouth to reply, to question him, but Bucky rushes to add, âWith you.â Â
Itâs your turn to swallow â despite the harsh dryness coating your throat. In the past, you had partners, summer flings. Few stayed, and even fewer were worth the trials and effort of a proper relationship. And through those couplings, sex became something that didnât faze you.Â
With Bucky it feels different.Â
The connection is far more meaningful to you than any casual hookup from a club, and to know he is in a space where he is comfortable enough to place such vulnerability in the palms of your hands⊠It is not lost on you, the importance of his choice.Â
You look deep into his eyes while you seek his full consent â if only just to quell the doubt that swells within yourself. âYouâre sure about this?âÂ
âOne hundred percent,â Bucky confidently assures. âI want all of you, Buttercup. And I wanna give you all of me.âÂ
Fuck, you curse to yourself. You didnât deserve him.Â
You nod, then say, âAlright, baby.â Bucky grins at you, and this time you rush to add, âLet me do this properly though, okay? I want to take you out; treat you like you deserve.âÂ
A sudden sheepishness clouds his expression, and his eyes dart downwards to your lips while he licks his own. âMhm,â he mumbles quietly, âYâYou can do that ifâ if you like.âÂ
You take both of his cheeks in your hands, and you tilt his head up to place a soft, loving kiss to his swollen lips. When he makes direct eye contact with you, you whisper against his mouth, âYou deserve the world, Pup â nothing less. So yes, I would love to.âÂ
The night of the long anticipated date night arrived faster than you realise â after classes, study sessions, and accompanying Nat to the boyâs football training to cheer them on, time flew by in a blur.
As much as Bucky begged you for a scrap of a hint or clue for what you planned, you kept it under tight wraps; a lock and key that will not budge for even the sweetest of pleas. Â
It hasnât been an easy task to stay strong against his wide, puppy eyes â on more than one occasion, you almost let slip. But with severe determination, you successfully keep it a secret.Â
And by god are you proud of yourself for such an achievement.Â
You know for sure that Bucky is going to enjoy himself tonight â every last stop pulled, and with the help from your brother for the venue, you feel confident in the plan.
That is, until you smooth over the invisible wrinkles of your dress for the umpteenth time while you make your way down the hallway towards their apartment, your stomach roiling with anxiety of the unknown. Will Bucky truly like it? What if he hates itâ?
A hand with perfectly manicured, blood red nails grabs yours, and pulls your fidgeting fingers away from the seam of stitching to the pockets of your dress. âBabe, please stop panicking.â Natashaâs soothing tone brings you back down to earth. âYou look incredible â Bucky isnât going to know what hit him.â
After hearing of your plans from your brother, she was quick to offer her help with your makeup and hair, which you graciously and gratefully took her up on. You were desperate for some feminine support, and Nat came in the form of an angel sent from the heavens. Â
The way she worked her magic left you unable to believe it was you staring back at yourself in the mirror; hair flawlessly styled and makeup ethereal. A shaky sigh escapes you. âYou really think so?â  Â
All in all, as you walk down the hallway to the door that hides your date from view, arm in arm with your guardian angel, there is not one reason for why you are so anxious â though the pressure you place on yourself to make sure this date is perfect is among one of the chief suspects.Â
You meant, wholeheartedly, what you told Bucky before â he deserves the world, and you crave to hand it to him. âI meanââ
âListen to me,â Nat says fiercely as she steps in front of you, blocking your path to the door of the apartment and stopping you in your tracks. Her hands grip your arms, tethering you to reality. âI know for a fact that boy is going to positively die when he sees you.âÂ
The tension releases from your body with her comforting words, but Nat still goes above and beyond to bring you out of your spiral. âHell, if I wasnât already with your brother, I'd have snatched you up myself.âÂ
You canât help the small smile that quirks your lips for her instilled confidence, and she winks.Â
Youâre grateful that Steve has found someone so genuine who you easily get along with. Natasha is a beautiful woman both inside and out, faultlessly honest and loyal â traits that are hard to find in a person, yet here she is, extending her help with little thought or expectation of it being returned. Â
âThank you,â you murmur, trying to convey how much you appreciate her. âYâYou didnât have to do all of this.âÂ
âMaybe not.â Her hair bounces as she shrugs. âBut us girls gotta stick together â especially now that weâve got two helmet heads stuck to our back.âÂ
âCome on.â Her arm hooks around yours, and she pulls you along. âLetâs go get your boy.âÂ
Before you can blink, you are standing outside your brotherâs apartment, and with a deep breath and moral support of the redhead on your arm, you bring your closed fist up to the wood. âHere we go.â Three, firm knocks ring through the silence, and you step back to wait.Â
The anticipation doesn't last very long at all before the door swings inwards with a flourish.Â
Steve stands in the entryway, his back turned towards you while he shouts into his apartment. âHurry your ass up, Buckâ!â You lightly switch your weight between your feet, waiting for him to turn around. âTheyâre at the door!âÂ
Thereâs a clattering bang and more curses from inside the apartment, when Steve finally turns around to greet you. âThereâs my favourite girlsââ He freezes in place, mouth slack from shock, and his eyes trail up and down your body. âFlower,â he gasps in awe. âOh sis, you look so beautiful.â
The sincerity in his words immediately brings tears to your eyes, and Nat hisses at her boyfriend, âHey, donât ruin her makeup!â Â
âIâm sorry,â Steve says slowly, still taking you in. âI justâ youâre so fucking beautiful. Look at you.âÂ
Nat hums happily while her hand rubs your shoulder. âIsnât she? I said Buckyâs going to die when he sees her.âÂ
âGuys,â You whine, the hot flush of embarrassment leaves you feeling utterly flustered. Â
Steve ignores you though, readily agreeing with his girlfriend as he opens the door wider to let you both enter. âSheâs right, Flower. It suits you perfectly.âÂ
A surge of giddiness hits you â after a time of intense deliberation of your wardrobe, you chose one of your favourite sundresses to wear for the special night, a spaghetti strap in a soft, cornflower blue. A small surprise and homage to someone special. âThanks Stevie, I really appreciateââ Â
âOkay, okay, waitââ Bucky rounds the corner from the hallway as he enters the living room, interrupting you. âWhat about this one?â Â
The cufflinks on his navy blue button-up steal his whole attention, while his long, chocolate hair conceals you from his view. He struggles fastening the cuffs with the subtle shake of his fingers, and you can almost hear his inner frustration when he huffs an annoyed breath, blowing strands of hair from his face. âDammit, I swearââ
You stand there with thin lips to contain your laughter while waiting for him to look up. Â
âSteve?â Bucky asks frustratedly after he doesnât receive an immediate response. âDo you think Buttercup will like this outfit or notââ His head tilts upwards, hair falling either side of his handsome face that is painted with exasperation at being ignored, and his words falter.
Blue eyes widen in surprise to find you standing there next to his best friend.Â
âOhâ fuck,â Bucky gasps, and his jaw slackens with the gravity of your presence; truly awe stricken by the sight of your opulent outfit and appearance. His Adamâs apple bobs as he gulps uselessly around his inability to speak.Â
The click of your shoes against the floorboards doesnât snap him out of his daze let alone register in his mind, so deep in his fixation of you. Â
You take the chance to admire his appearance.Â
The navy, button-up shirt clings to his broad shoulders, accentuating the definition of the muscles all the way down to his forearms, and with each movement, the material tightens sinfully. The top few buttons of his shirt are left undone â a choice youâre most thankful for because of the tease of his bare chest. Black slacks fit snug to his hips and grip his thick thighs.Â
On any normal day, when Bucky wasnât out in the field in his football gear, he normally stuck to his casual clothing of an old t-shirt and sweatpants â comfort over presentability, not that you ever complain about the sight of him in sweats. But this is the first time youâve ever seen him remotely dressed up.
You walk towards him and grab his hands with yours, stopping his absentminded fidgeting â gravity keeping him routed in place.Â
âI think youâre absolutely gorgeous, Bucky,â you say, gazing into his eyes while you wonder how lucky you are to hold his attention in a room of his favourite people. âIf that answers your question.â
âMy god, Bee,â he whispers, finally able to give a voice to the flock of thoughts circling his mind. âYou look stunning, baby â ethereal.â He laughs, a little deliriously. âYouâre kinda killing me here.â His large hands encircle yours, bringing them up to hold against his chest.Â
Thereâs so much emotion in his eyes as they dart over your figure like thereâs not enough time in the world for him to take you in.Â
âGive us a spin!â Nat calls into the charged air while she clings onto Steveâs arm, who watches on teary eyed.Â
Bucky takes one of your hands and lifts it into the air, encouraging you to twirl. The skirt of your dress fans out around your thighs, and you canât help but grin wide as your boyfriend whistles low. âYou're a goddamn dream, Buttercup.â
He guides you back into his hold, before gently gripping your chin between his thumb and pointer finger to bump his nose against yours. âAnd all mine.âÂ
The way Buckyâs stare burrows deep into your soul and makes a home where he rightfully belongs â it takes everything you have to not blurt out the three words residing on the tip of your tongue, but something has you biting your lip against the impulse.Â
Instead of declaring aloud what your mind and heart feel, you settle with another truth, âAnd you, Bucky Barnes, are a sight for sore eyes.âÂ
A dusting of pink spreads high over his cheeks, and you take pride in being able to fluster him so easily â your adorable Pup would never lose his bashfulness.Â
âWhat did I tell you, honey?â Natasha bumps her hips against Steveâs as she snickers into her hand. âHeâs practically drooling over her.âÂ
You join in with their laughter while Bucky pulls you close and buries himself into your neck, even more flustered from the insistent teasing, and he grumbles low into your ear, âGreat, now thereâs two of them.âÂ
Leaning back to better look at his flushed face, you assure him, âI think youâre adorable, baby.â
His eyes twinkle with a spark only you could ever bring out of him. âIâm excited for the night, Bee,â Bucky declares, honest and sweet.Â
âMe too, handsome,â you readily agree while you step back, the small hops of uncontainable excitement making Steve and Nat chuckle. âAre we all set to leave?âÂ
âOh!â Nat cries, âBefore you forgetââ She slips out of Steveâs hold and rushes into the kitchen, coming back a second later with a wicker basket full of food, the very same that she insisted on when she first found out about your date. With a wink, she hands it to you. âYou canât leave without this.âÂ
âYouâre an angel,â you praise, walking towards her and holding your arms wide for a hug. She readily accepts it and kisses you on the cheek. âThank you so much for this.â
Just as you step back from her embrace to grab her offering, Bucky swoops in and grabs the basket before you can even touch the wicker handle. âHey! Excuse me, Barnes,â you scold, frowning at him. âI am more than capable of carrying that.â
âI know,â Bucky teases while he walks backwards towards the apartment door, a devilish grin on his lips. âBut I donât care for a picnic basket gettinâ in the way and ruininâ the view of my girl in a pretty dress.âÂ
Your jaw drops from his suave words, and you stand there, flustered as you watch his retreating form. Without looking, he opens the door with his free hand and bids farewell to his best friend with a nod, then he smiles at Nat.Â
Bucky then looks to you. The flick of his hair as he nods towards the hallway pulls you from the reverie. âCome on, beautiful. The night is young; the possibilities endless.âÂ
Where the hell has he gotten his silver tongue from? your mind questions.Â
âHeâs gotten too smooth for his own good,â Steve comments as though he read your mind, a smirk playing on his lips.Â
âYou donât say,â you reply easily. To get to the door, you walk past your brother, and he slips a folded piece of paper into your hand while Bucky is walking into the hallway, his back turned. âIâll be back tomorrow.âÂ
Steve grins. âHave fun, Flower â you deserve this.â Naturally, it wouldnât be a traditional sibling farewell without a departing shout of, âAnd make sure you wear protection, shithead!âÂ
The Brooklyn streets are aglow from the overhead lights while the moon creeps up the horizon, watching over you and Bucky holding hands. He blindly follows you towards your best kept secret. Â
âLet me get this straight.â Bucky swings your arm with his gently. âYouâre telling me I canât have any clues about where youâre taking me?âÂ
âNope,â you respond, staying strong to your oath of silence. âWeâre a couple of blocks away, you dummy. Youâre going to find out in five minutes â be patient, I know itâs hard.âÂ
âCâmon, Bee,â Bucky begs. âYou donât wanna put a poor man out of his misery?â He lightly tugs on your intertwined hands to spin you into his chest.Â
âHeyââ You look up at him to find his eyes hooded with barely restrained lust. Â
âI almost died already after seeing you in that dress for the first time, and now youâre torturing me, I have to watch you walk in front of me in the damned thing.âÂ
Oh, you laugh to yourself. Heâs really turning the charm up.Â
âPuppy,â you whisper breathily, intentionally running a hand down his chest. The action and your touch makes Bucky shudder. âBelieve me when I say I could make you do a lot worse.âÂ
A deep flush of red paints his cheeks and spreads blotchily down his neck, and his breath hitches when you cup his jaw in your palm. âBe good for me, and be patient,â you warn, the fan of your breath over his lips only worsening his flustered state. âI promise the wait will be worth it.â
âYâYeah, okayââ He clears his throat and sets you back onto your feet, though he does not release your hand. Â
A flash of mischief darkens his eyes when you pull him onwards, and you look over your shoulder at him when he says, âYes maâam.âÂ
That is something you could get used to hearing. âAtta boy.â
The rest of the walk is quiet but calm â a mutual contentment stretching between the two of you where words arenât needed.Â
You know that around the next street corner lay your surprise, and Bucky still has no idea what is in store â the piece of paper that Steve gave you begins to burn a hole in your dress pocket. Â
The exclamation of surprise that falls from Buckyâs lips when he lays eyes on the museum makes all the effort worth it, though it grows to a state of clear confusion from the furrowing of his brows. âWait, itâs late â isnât it closed?â
âCome on,â you say in reply, and instead of going to the main entrance, you lead Bucky towards an alleyway where Steve told you the back entrance for staff is situated. Â
The crinkle of paper is louder than the cheering crowd at a football game, and you grip the invaluable information as you near the locked door. Steveâs offering rings in your mind: It will get you into the main foyer, from there, youâre gonna need to get sneaky.
Buckyâs hand squeezes yours in an attempt to get your attention. âBee?â
Youâre too homed in on the memory of Steve talking to you about your plan â one of their teammates works within the museum, and he was able to pull a few strings and call in a couple of favours for the gold mine in your hand.Â
You determinedly walk towards the keypad built into the wall next to the door and unfold the note. In the process, you let Buckyâs hand go â you instantly feel the loss of connection.   Â
âUmâ Buttercup,â he chuckles nervously, glancing over his shoulders to spot any onlookers. âI think this is classified as illegal trespassing right now.âÂ
âI mean,â you say, then you stick your tongue between your teeth as you work the six-digit code from the piece of paper to the keypad. The low tone press of each digit covers up the shuffle of feet behind you. âBucky, itâs okay â itâs safe.â
âButââ He hesitates when the mechanism clicks to signify it's open.Â
You look at him and suddenly grasp the idea that he is anxious â his football scholarship and prospective future could be ripped away from him within the hour should the two of you get caught by the authorities.
âHey, hey, weâre good â no oneâs gonna catch us, I swear,â you assure. Though he still looks on edge. You donât want Bucky to feel apprehensive for the sake of his headspace or the rest of the evening, and your only option is to offer him your most sincere form of faith. You hold out your hand, palm up. âWeâre gonna be okay. Trust me?â
 Â
Thereâs a small, nervous twitch of a smile on his lips, and then, finally, his tense shoulders and posture relax as he steps forward and sets his hand into yours with an ease that shocks you, only strengthening the solid connection you have.Â
âCome on.â Bucky follows behind you, a slight laugh on his breath as you all but run into the museum.Â
Different eras of evolution pass by in a flash; hundreds of exhibits dedicated to all corners of the world go ignored in lieu of taking Bucky to one place that, normally, was not an easy area to walk through and explore, given how popular the exhibit is.Â
By the time you reach the doors hidden behind a set of double, velvet curtains, youâre out of breath. âOâkay,â you pant, hands on your hips as you slightly bend forward. âWeâre â weâre here.â Â
Your boyfriend, the teasing bastard he is, chuckles while he extends a hand to your shoulder, âAre you okay?âÂ
The bastard hasnât even broken a sweat.Â
âFine â Iâm fine,â you gasp, and you gesture at the curtains. âCome on, I canât hold it in any longerââ The heels of your shoes click over the floor, and you push aside the curtains to reveal the door â only then do you turn around and smile at Bucky. âHere we go.â
The doors fly open with a flourish and reveal a domed planetarium with the signage above a giant moon: A Journey Through The Stars.Â
It is a coveted event within the science community, and only after you hear of it through whispers in the halls of your dorms and classes did you realise it was perfect.Â
Darkness cloaks and envelopes the two of you as you step inside â Bucky moving slowly in his daze of amazement. On strings and platforms above and lining the dome ceiling are twinkling lights and stars, the only source of lumination to show the wonderment in his cerulean blues.Â
You watch from a distance with bated breath while Bucky stares to the ceiling, mouth agape, taking in the moving three-dimensional hologram above him and everything it has to offer.Â
The galaxy, with its swirls of pinks, purples, and blues among millions of stars, are brought to life before his very eyes. Planets thousands of times bigger than the two of you cross and circle one another above your heads, closer than either of you could have ever thought possible, and yet, still only just out of reach â the concept achieves the impossible.Â
In the end, you realise as you stare at Bucky, your heart swelling with the love that courses through you, that you have gone beyond the very goal you were desperate to attain; to give Bucky Barnes the world.Â
He spins on the spot, eyes bright with a childlike awe you have only ever seen on the mornings you've woken up in his arms. The glow of the celestial wonders captures in that second, a memory that will last forever â the sight of your man, the centre of your world, underneath the stars.Â
Ever so slowly, Bucky delicately brings his gaze back down to earth, and notices the distance between the two of you. His voice echoes across the room, off of the planets and stars as he asks with a waver in his voice, âHâHow did you know?âÂ
You smile. âThat youâre kind of an astronomy nerd?â Â
Bucky only nods his head, still at a loss for words. Strands of his neatly tucked hair fall over his eyes, and you take a deep breath and steady your own voice. âDo you remember our first movie night with Stevie and Nat?âÂ
There is a small hum of acknowledgement from deep in his throat.Â
âWell,â you continue, âI remember the two of them were arguing, it took them ages to settle on a film choice. I was beginning to lose my tether.â The recollection of the memory â their voices and banter make you chuckle. âAnyway, a trailer came up on the TV for an upcoming film about an astronaut getting stuck in space â the Martian, maybe? Iâm not too sure.âÂ
He is purely focused on you as you speak, and you begin to recall your favourite part of the memory with a fond smile, ignoring the slight lump in your throat from the overwhelming flood of fondness and adoration. âBut I watchedâ I watched as your head snapped up instantly. You were enamoured, Bucky â Iâve never seen you so hooked into anything more in my life.â
Time freezes as Bucky stands there, unmoving and speechless. The lack of reaction from him makes your stomach twist with nerves, and you rush to fill the silence, rambling on, âThen I noticed the smaller things. Your stack of astronomy books on your nightstand, the NASA merch I find when I steal one of your sweaters.â A small laugh escapes then at his incredulous expression. âAnd so, I went out on a whim, piecing everything together, and Iâ well, I thought I should try my chances.âÂ
âYou reallyââ Bucky swallows the lump stuck in his throat. âYou noticed all of that?â
âOf course I did, Bucky,â you tell him with reverence. âHow could I not notice something youâre in love with?â The colours of the night sky shimmer over his face and over the sheen in his eyes as he stares at you. Hesitantly, you ask, âDâDo you like it?âÂ
âDo I like it?â He repeats, huffing a breath. âDo Iâ do I like itâ?â
Thereâs a thud as the basket he was holding falls to the floor, and you gasp while he storms towards you and picks you up around your waist to spin you around in the air.Â
His grin is wide while you squeal with shock. âDamn right I like it!â he shouts with pride. âMy girl is the fucking best!âÂ
âAhâ! Bucky!â The skirt of your dress flutters over your thighs as you hold onto his shoulders.
He whoops and yells his happiness, and after a few rotations, he carefully places you back down onto the floor, only he doesnât stop his persistent touch â kisses scatter over your face, never lingering in one place for more than a second.Â
âYouâre â so â amazing.â His lips move downwards from your face to your jaw, then your neck. âCanât â believe â youâre â actually â mine.âÂ
The ache in your stomach flutters from your laughter, though you are on cloud nine and find it difficult to care when the boy youâve had a crush on for so long is kissing your face like there is no tomorrow.Â
Eventually, Bucky begins to calm down, settling his forehead against yours while wrapping his hands around your waist. âThis means everything to me, Buttercup.â He grants you a slow, final kiss to your lips. âThank you.âÂ
âYou are more than welcome, sweet boy.â You move closer into his chest and peck him on the lips. âNow letâs have that picnic.â
The two of you sit under the largest planet, and you dive into the contents of the picnic basket to find Natasha has packed a whole range of finger foods from sandwiches, mini cakes, to strawberries and grapes. A small bottle of your favourite drink is tucked into the side of the basket, next to two glasses. Â
After a toast, âTo what the universe has planned for us,â you both bask in one anotherâs company â two tiny specks of the universe coming together as one.Â
You listen intently as Bucky excitedly rambles about the different planets, as well as his love for Mars in particular. The gesticulation and smile on his face is priceless, and you only wish you had thought to bring a camera.Â
Bucky continues endlessly â listing interesting facts about each planet and star he knew, and he goes into detail about any active NASA projects or upcoming ones heâs been keeping track of.Â
Not only is he an avid storyteller, he makes sure to involve you in the conversation, engaging you with silly questions on whether you believe in other life out there, and any of your thoughts you have about historical space ventures.Â
It is easy to fall into step with his passion, and you know that you could stare all night as his whole face lights up, especially his eyes, while he talks about something he thought no one noticed before.Â
But you did.Â
The highlight is when Bucky begins to talk about star constellations â his love and adoration surpassing that of anything you had heard from him before.  Â
He sits behind you, legs resting either side of your body while he holds you to his chest with one arm, the other pointing up towards the dome ceiling. âYou see that one there, Bee?â Thereâs a cluster of twinkling stars in the direction of his gesture. âThe large rectangle one â thatâs Orion.â
The soothing rumble of his voice against your back is remedying â home. Â
âItâs also known as Orion The Hunter,â Bucky explains further. âA Greek name, but its true origin is believed to come from the ancient times of Babylon.âÂ
âItâs beautiful, Bucky,â You sigh happily. The cluster and the whole of the nightâs sky is truly beautiful â once they were just a pattern of lights in the sky to you, now they hold far more meaning.Â
âYeah,â your boyfriend agrees. You donât see how his eyes flicker down to you, rather, you only feel his cheeks rising in a smile. âIt is.â He clears his throat. âThe constellation includes two of the brightest stars in the sky.âÂ
âReally?â You hunch forward a little to look upwards.Â
âMhm,â Bucky confirms with a hum.Â
With a huff of effort, you push yourself up onto your feet, and walk closer to the constellation until you are directly underneath the pattern of stars. Itâs with a new appreciation you stare up at the twinkling lights that you didnât have before â admiring the complexity of the placement but the simple beauty of it.Â
The reflection from the dome ceiling illuminates onto your skin, tattooing patterns of a realm that will never be discovered for its full existence.Â
Bucky, however, focuses entirely on you â his girl, in a reality the two of you once never thought possible.Â
A shuffling of feet comes from next to you, and Bucky stands and makes his way towards you. He places both of his hands onto your cheeks to tilt your head back down, to be back in the present with him. âMaybe not the brightest. But thatâs okay, because that one is only meant for me anyway.âÂ
Itâs sudden, but it consumes you whole â mind, body, and soul â of the realisation that Bucky Barnes is the love of your life.Â
You fight the tears threatening to bubble to the surface, though itâs futile â a few escape and trail down your cheeks to collect on Buckyâs thumbs. Those three pesky words fight to spill from your heart and out into the open, to hang in the closing distance between Bucky and you.Â
But somehow, it doesnât seem like the right time. A fragile moment that while you know could truly never break, uttering those words feels like it will shatter the last of your resolve.Â
And so, you save them; sealing your mouth closed with a sworn promise to let them go soon.Â
Seconds go by as you collect yourself, and then you manage in a choked voice, âMy, my â What have you done with my Bucky?âÂ
âHeâs still here,â Bucky vows. âYou just make me so dizzy â so goddamn fuckinâ dizzy â that Iâll spill whatever comes to mind.âÂ
That makes two of you.
You place your hands over his, still encapsulating your face. âWell, you certainly know how to make a girl swoon, handsome.â
His lips turn upwards in a lopsided grin that shows a slither of his pearly whites. âI would find a way to pull the moon out of the sky if you asked me to, Buttercup.âÂ
There is no doubt in your heart over that â Bucky would go to the ends of the earth for you. But you didnât need that, you have everything you could wish for already in the palm of your hands. âLucky for you, Iâll only ask for a dance underneath it.âÂ
Buckyâs lopsided grin turns into a thousand-watt smile, as bright as the stars above you both. âNow that is something I can make happen.âÂ
Thereâs no music, no beat for the two of you to follow, but that doesn't stop Bucky from gathering you closer to his chest â his arms cross over your back to pull you flush with his front.Â
You turn your head to the side and lay your cheek against him, wrapping your arms around his neck to better hold him.Â
The steady rhythm of his heart guides the steps to your dance, the slow sway side to side of your bodies. You feel the brush of his lips at your temple, then he mutters something under his breath; a barely there string of unintelligible words that do nothing but add to the peace of the moment.Â
Bucky sighs and hugs you tighter.Â
The night is only just beginning.Â
Part Three
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⥠Girls Just Wanna Have Fun âĄ
Week 5 of my Playlist Series âĄ
Summary: Spencer isn't used to clubs, but when duty calls, he's made to feel a little bit more welcome by a girl who seems to know him better than a stranger should.
Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI!! Hotchner!Reader (Reader is Hotch's sister), semi-public sex (x2 oops), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, dry humping, hand job, cum play, dirty talk, degradation and name calling (slut only), use of daddy/sir even though this is like solidly season 1 Spencer lmao, corruption kink, loss of virginity (surprisingly the readers)
A/N: Every single intrusive thought I've ever had about s1 Reid tied up in a nice little bow masquerading as a song fic. It is finished, and now I feel flushed. Please expect only fluff from me until my next intrusive thought (maybe half an hour, probably no longer).
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Flashing lights and the scent of dried up alcohol stains weren't usually signs of Spencer Reid's presence. He'd managed to get through college - two degrees and three PhDs - without stepping foot into a nightclub. But now that he'd joined the BAU, it seemed to be an unavoidable occurrence.Â
âThe unsub hunts at this nightclub, I get that, I do. But why am I the one going in? He's targeting women,â he panicked as his older team member helped adjust his clothes to conceal the weapon he carried.Â
âBecause, pretty boy, it's student night, and you're the only one here who can pass for a 21 year old. I guess late puberty has some benefits.â Derek smacked his arm playfully, leaving the younger man wincing slightly.Â
âBut I'm not a woman.âÂ
âYes, but you'll be able to walk around and note any suspicious behaviour, and then we can tail suspects you flag,â Hotch explained to him again.Â
âJust act natural, kid, it's not like it's your first time in a club.âÂ
âIt is.â His warnings fell on deaf ears though, as they pushed him out of the van and into the crowd of students queueing to enter.Â
It didn't take you long to notice him after you arrived at the club.
The sweater vest was enough to make him stand apart slightly, as much as he was trying his best to blend in. A slight tingle of familiarity raced up your spine as his eyes awkwardly met yours, his scan of the room stopping short as he flushed and turned his eyes down.Â
Pushing slightly to the crowd, you leaned over the counter next to him and tried to get the bartenders attention. It was loud and busy, but catching attention and keeping it was a skill you'd mastered early, a skill that you were thankful for as you realised the man's eyes were guiltily flicking between your ass and the crowd once again.Â
âAre you going to stare, or are you going to introduce yourself,â you giggled, sliding closer to his perch at the bar, as he panicked, standing straighter.Â
âI wasn't, um⊠your dress, there's a rip at the edge of your skirt, I was trying to figure out if it was part of the design because I know some clothes these days have damage built into the design, or if it was in need of some emergency⊠sewing.â His hands gesticulating awkwardly throughout his explanation, as if anxious to show you the jumble in his brain was entirely pure and innocent, even as the flush on his face said otherwise.Â
âAnd your name is?âÂ
âI-.... Spencer. My name is Spencer.âÂ
You stood a little straighter hearing the name, that familiarity warming you more. Spencer. Spencer. Spencer. You turned the name over in your head but took another step closer as the crowd shifted in a wave, feeling the heat coming off his body.Â
âWell, Spencer,â your tongue made the decision to act for your brain, the words coming out before you could stop them. âWhat conclusion did you draw? Do you think the rip was intentional or not?âÂ
Gently, you grabbed his hand and led it to the fabric. The skirt wasn't scandalously short, but short enough to suit the dark heated atmosphere of the club at least, but as his fingers grazed the back of your thighs, still hesitant in his actions, you found yourself wishing it were just that bit higher, so his hands would have to reach further up.Â
With a gaze over your shoulder at the crowd, Spencer found himself at an impass. He'd already noted a few people of interest, loiterers, men getting a bit rough and aggressive in the club, people on the outskirts (like him, he supposed) that could possibly be their unsub.Â
He'd been given the all clear to disengage and leave the club as effortlessly as he could bit something in your initial gaze had pinned him to place at the bar, and refused still to let him see reason.Â
âI think it's a design feature. To draw attention toâŠâ he swallowed hard, but you weren't sure if he was just being delicate about his words or if he was reacting to the hand that was now on him, dragging nails up from his abdomen to his chest.Â
âGood observation, Spencer.âÂ
âYour name. You didn't tell me what your name was.â He said, grabbing your hand to stop its progress and breathing deeply as if to clear his head.Â
âY/N. We should dance.â Without giving him time to react, you abandoned your drink on the counter and pulled his arm around your waist, dragging him out to the crush of people in the middle of the dance floor.Â
His protests were lost in the pulse of the music, as you kept your back to him and began grinding and swaying against him. His hands tightened on your hips as he gently started moving with you, and you threw your head back to catch his eye again.Â
Spencer didn't know what he'd gotten himself into. He knew that very little actually dancing actually went on at a club, that this was just a more polite socially acceptable form of foreplay, but he didn't know that it would have such an effect on him.Â
A mess of sweaty, intoxicated people spilling drinks and other fluids, and he thought he'd stay there forever if it kept your hips torturing his cock like that.Â
When you glanced up at him, he was a man lost to his senses, lust clouding his eyes, mouth slightly open in a pant, you reached up to his neck and pulled his lips down to meet yours.Â
You were surprised when it was his to guess to reach out first, his hand that trailed under your shirt without tours guiding it. You'd picked up a fairly innocent man at the bar and turned him into a pervert in the space of one dance. It felt like the club was watching you, how his hands grazed the skin under your breasts and caused the shiver up your spine, how your back arched to press deeper against his election.Â
You may have tempted him into taking this risk, but he was the one gleefully nosediving into his fall from grace.Â
âSpencer,â you whispered as he came up for air, lips resting at your ear. âI think we should get some fresh air.âÂ
Something in that seemed logical. It was colder outside. Maybe it would cool off whatever had lit him up like a pyre on the dance floor. Maybe the fresh air would clear his head. Or maybe just the open space would help him detangle his hands from you, would lead his thoughts away from burying himself deep in you.Â
He would gladly take you outside, bid you farewell, and return to his job and his life. It was a solid exit for his first cover - who was going to question the young lovers leaving together.Â
You had a feeling that the idea of outside would have Spencer pulling away from you, but you hadn't had your fill of fun just yet.Â
So just as you led him onto the dancefloor, you kept a hand over his, around your waist, and you guided him out of the club, down the street a few paces, and into a darkened alleyway.Â
âY/N, we shouldn't be-â he tried to stutter out as you pulled him in for another kiss. His brain was trying to protest, but his hands were already back on your ass, pulling you up and closer to him.Â
âWhat was that?â You said between kisses, his mouth launching an assault against each inch of your skin.Â
He gasped for breath and pulled back, realising that he'd lifted and pinned you to the cold brick wall of the alley in his haste to feel you pressed against him.Â
âY/N⊠I don't want to take advantage of you, I'm not-âÂ
âI'm taking advantage of you, Spencer,â you said, nipping at his neck slowly raking your hands into his shoulders. âAm I allowed to do that? Can I take all of you, Spencer?âÂ
His eyes rolled back in his head as he let put a groan of pleasure, your lips sucking at the tender flesh of his nape.Â
âI-I'm not a student, and-âÂ
âI know, but you are such a pretty boy that I decided I wanted to have some fun with you.âÂ
His resolve broke in half as you uttered your compliments, and his lips met yours in a moan as his hands pushed your skirt up around your waist.Â
His finger trailed between your hips and his, using the wall to balance you as he pushed aside your panties and began slowly stroking your sex.Â
Your hips pitched forward to press more of his slender fingers against you, desperate to feel him stretch your cunt open first with one, then two, then however many he decided was good enough for you.Â
Leaving one hand on his shoulder, you let one trail down his pants, stepping one foot down to allow you access to his zipper.Â
He pauses Again for a second as you manage to get his pants open, your hand pulling his cock free from the constraint of his clothing. Spitting on your hand, you wrap around it firmly and slowly pump up and down, looking him directly in the eye as you watch the pleasure pour over him.Â
His forehead rests against yours as he melts into your touch, so desperate, needing to cum so badly that he's willing to let it happen in this dark dirty alley.Â
âSpencer, I want to have a lot of fun with you. Will you let me?âÂ
âYes, fuck Y/N.â He nods, his hips rocking into your hand with each slow stroke you give him.Â
âSpencer,â you say, rocking your hips forward and pushing your panties further to the side once again. âSpencer, please fuck me. Take my virginity, Spencer, please.âÂ
His mind whirled at the sentence, the pleas dropping from your lips. Virginity. You were a virgin.Â
You'd had him cock stiff after three minutes of conversation had pulled him into an alleyway and lost him in a fog of pleasure, and you were still innocent. Untouched.Â
You wanted to have your fun with him. You'd chosen him.Â
He couldn't articulate the lust that coated his tongue, so he simply pushed it into your mouth grabbed his cock from your hands, lined himself up with your drippy cunt and pushed in with a single thrust.Â
You gasped and let out a moan, not quite fully pleasurable. Your hands again found his shouldend, his back, but your nails were sharper this time, digging in further, almost piercing skin.Â
âFuck, Spencer, yes,â you said, breathing shakily as you slowly started moving around his cock.Â
âDid it hurt?âÂ
âIt doesn't hurt anymore. Now, please Spencer, fuck me and don't hold back. It's more fun that way.âÂ
He pulled your hips closer, moaning as you tightened around him. Pressing one hand against the wall and keeping another hand gripped so hard around your hip you knew it'd bruise, he began moving.Â
He began slow, trying not to lose himself in the feel of your unused, tight hole. But with each small moan, each scratch against his back, he lost a little bit more of that control he was begging for.Â
With his hands engaged, his brows furrowed I'm frustration that he couldn't stroke your bundle of nerves, he couldn't force you to cum on his cock as quickly as he wanted to.Â
âY/N, look at me.â You opened your eyes at the words, unaware that they'd closed tight as you emptied all other senses to just feel him.Â
âTouch yourself. Right there, that's it,â he watched your fingers rub delicately against your skin, spoke little words of encouragement, and told you to increase your speed and pleasure.Â
âThat's it. That's it, now it's time for you to cum, Y/N. Cum on my cock, rub your little clit for me and cum around my big cock, Y/N.âÂ
âShit⊠shit, shit, shit, Spencer, oh my god.â Your hands shook, and your hips twitched, and with a cry, you reached that high you'd been craving since you met his eyes earlier.Â
He pulled out of you, slowly pulling you off the wall, as he held you up, letting your legs regain their strength. His cock was still hard, still coated in your arousal as he took care of you.Â
You caught your breath fast, regained tour strength quicker as you noticed he didn't plan on getting himself off anymore. He let you have your fun with him and was happy to end it all there.Â
You weren't.Â
âSpencer,â you sang again, wrapping a hand once again around his erection as he tried to straighten out your now slightly more ripped skirt. âSpencer, it's more fun of we both cum. I want you to make a mess of my hand, can you do that for me?âÂ
You stroked his cock with a firmer grip than before, your arousal lubricating each stroke, his pre-cum mingling with it to aid you further. You suddenly wondered what he would taste like, but knew your legs would be too weak to do everything your heart desired today.Â
There was always tomorrow.Â
He leaned his weight back on the wall behind you, forcing you back as well as you pumped him quickly so desperate to hear him moan your name as he spilt his seed.Â
âY/N,â he moaned, and you were triumphant. His hips jerked once, then twice, then a third time, and he stilled, heaving breaths as he buried his head in your shoulder.Â
He swallowed and regained his breath, and as he pulled away, you pulled your fingers to your lips and lapped up the final drops of cum that he left there.Â
Most of it had his the wall, dripped to the floor, but you enjoyed these few drops and smiled brightly at him, pulling a handkerchief that you knew would be in his pocket out and cleaning the two of you up.Â
He flushed again as he came back to his senses, especially as you attempted to put his clothed to rights, stepping back to replace his softening cock in his pants.
âWell,â you said after setting yourself to rights, âThank you for the fun night, Spencer. See you tomorrow.âÂ
You skipped off quickly before he had a second to even process your words.Â
The next day at the local precinct was a blur for Spencer as he tried to drag himself from the drug induced haze of meeting you. He'd stroked himself to completion two more times in bed after he returned to his motel room, reliving the sound of you begging him to take you, the words âpretty boyâ on your lips as you spread your legs.Â
It'd taken his entire brain, or what was left of it, to not jump out of his skin every time Morgan had teased him with the words that morning.
âNow how did you like your first club experience, pretty boy? Did any college cuties throw themselves at you?âÂ
He spat up his coffee, choosing that moment to choke, and begging god for this to just be the end of Spencer Reid entirely.Â
Because there was no way Morgan would actually believe that that was exactly what had happened.Â
âMorgan, Gideon wants you in the interrogation room, and- wow, Spencer, you should change your shirt. What are you, 5? You can't drink coffee properly?â Elle said, chuckling slightly.
âI choked,â he frowned, but it fell on deaf ears as his teammates walked away quickly to get back to their jobs.Â
He wished he could recover so quickly, even now the image of you having your fun with him the night before playing like a movie in his head.Â
Looking down, he realised Elle was right, and he really did need to change his shirt. Hotch always had a few spare on hand, even for cases out of the office. He grabbed some tissues, dabbing against the mess of coffee on his shirt, suddenly thankful for lukewarm police precinct coffee, and started making his way towards Hotch.Â
âHey, Hotch-â he made it three steps before your voice cried out.Â
âRonnie!!â You shouted, throwing your hands around your elder brother as he caught you in a hug.Â
âY/N, we're at a police station. If you're going to come see me, you have to at least call me Aaron.âÂ
âAnd not take the chance to embarrass you in front of your peers and coworkers? Not a chance, Ronnie. Not a chance.â He chuckled fondly, brushing away his complaints quickly as he turned to introduce you to JJ first, then Elle and then the frozen statue that had replaced Spencer.Â
âAnd, Y/N, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. Spencer, this is my sister, Y/N. She's a student at the university.âÂ
You held out your hand with a triumphant grin as Spencer stared in wide-eyed horror at the apparition in front of him.Â
âHello, Spencer. It's very nice to finally meet you. My brother has told me a lot about you, and I'm very excited to pick your brains.âÂ
The air seemed to explode around Spencer as each breath became deliriously hot, filling his lungs with fire. It was moments before he realised that he wasn't actually breathing at all, and the air was actually quite normal.Â
Your hand remained out, ready to greet him, and to the surprise of his coworkers, he took it in his for a short shake.Â
âY/N. Hotch's sister, Y/N. Nice to meet you, Y/N Hotchner, Hotch's sister.âÂ
He could practically hear the audible sound of Elle and JJ smacking a hand against their faces in horror at his stupidly obvious reaction to the woman in front of him. If he wasn't careful, he'd be spouting confessions of desire soon, and knowing that Aaron Hotchner carried two guns on his person even now did nothing to calm his thoughts.Â
âOkay, well, Y/N, I'm busy with some interrogations now, but I can drive you back to your apartment in half an hour if you're okay to wait with JJ?âÂ
âAre you busy, Spencer?â You asked instead, keeping her eyes locked on the man who still weakly shook her hand, unaware of when the right time to stop would be.Â
âI was serious when I said I wanted to pick your brain, my brother said you had a PhD in Engineering and I'm struggling through a class right now that I need some guidance in if you can spare five minutes?âÂ
Spencer stared between Hotch and you, looking for the right answer to please present itself before he imploded right there.Â
âYes. PhD, I have a PhD. Three actually, but whose counting? Me. I just counted them. One of them is in mathematics, actually, so I guess I'm always counting.â He finally dropped your hand, and you gave him a wider smile that dropped his heart to his stomach. âI am free, unless you needed me for something else, Hotch?âÂ
His gaze was pleading, though he wasn't sure if he was begging for his life, five more minutes alone with you or the power to extricate himself from this situation entirely, but Hotch nodded his acceptance quickly and let you lead Spencer off to the small, empty visitors room at the opposite side of the precinct.Â
You shut the door behind you when you walked in, leaning over to close the blinds as well before you turned back to Spencer.Â
âYour shirt is wet. You should probably take it off,â you giggled as you trailed a hand up his arm once again.Â
His hand grabbed yours before you could do any more damage to his tender nerves than you'd already managed that morning.Â
âYou knew the entire time? Who I was?âÂ
âI walked over because you seemed familiar, but I only figured it out when you said your name. My brother does talk about you a lot.â
âHotch is going to kill me,â he said, slumping down into the chair behind him. âY/N, your brother was outside the club. He could've seen us leave.âÂ
You climbed into his lap, and his eyes finally met yours again, his tongue stopping its hopeless tirade as you relaxed into his chest.Â
âI have two older brothers, Spencer. Do you know how often they've been able to tell me what to do?â Your hands started down his shirt, making quick work of the buttons as he stared up, enthralled.Â
âNot once have they been able to stop me from doing something I wanted.âÂ
He scoffed quickly, unable to help himself. Your hands gripped either side of his face and lifted his head to meet your gaze again.Â
âAnd right now, Spencer, I really want you.â A roll of your hips was enough to have him hissing and grabbing your hips. You started steadily rocking into him, eyes still locked with his.Â
âY/N, please let's be sensible.âÂ
âI don't want to be sensible, I want to have fun. I want to suck your dick right here, and let you cum in my mouth. I want to scream your name and let everyone know who is giving me pleasure. Can't I do that, Spencer?âÂ
âNo,â he groaned, his eyes screwed shut as you dry humped him, trying to get yourself off on his lap, his.cock rising with each of your quiet moans.Â
âSpencer, please. I want your big, hard cock back inside me. Please, please, please. I'll be a good girl, I promise.âÂ
His eyes shot open in incredulity as he watched you use his body as you saw fit.Â
âGood girls don't lose their virginities in alleyways, Y/N. Good girls don't throw themselves at their brothers' coworkers. Good girls listen when they're told no, and don't try to suck cock in public, like little sluts.â He spat each word at you, bit you enjoyed each insult he hurled your way, enjoyed the way his body recoiled as he finally called you a slut.Â
He seemed slightly shocked by his anger himself, but you didn't seem to care. It took you only seconds after to push your lips against his again and have your hands on his cock once again, pulling him out of his pants as his hands explored you just as eagerly.Â
âYeah, Spencer, your little slut. I'm such a little slut for you, please fuck me.âÂ
He buried a hand in your hair, tipping your head back so his tongue could probe deeper, his other hand already under your shirt and teasing one nipple. You lifted your hips and sunk down onto his cock, neither of you stopping to think again about your actions as you began to rode him.Â
â30 minutes, Y/N, by now we have 24 minutes and 17 seconds. Can you manage that, Y/N?âÂ
âYes, sir.â You said, feeling his dick twitch as you rode him. âOh did you like that? You liked me calling you, sir?â His hips pressed up again, his body answering more honestly than his tongue.Â
âWhat else can I call you? Spencer⊠sirâŠ.daddy?âÂ
He broke away from his place buried in your neck to push the two of you down to the floor, the new angle had you gasping as a hand covered your mouth stifling any screams you could make before you made them.Â
âBe quiet and cum on my cock, Y/N,â he whispered and picked up his pace, one hand gagging you while the other pulled painfully at your nipple, pinching it between two hands and using it to lift your entire chest so your body was arched toward him, letting him go deeper.Â
âYes, Daddy,â you whispered again, against his fingers, tempted to wrap your lips around one and suck it into your mouth.Â
âFuck, just call me Spencer, Y/N.âÂ
But you couldn't respond, suddenly overcome with the numbness of you orgasm washing over you as you bit back a choked cry.Â
âThat's it, good job, Y/N. You listen so well, good job.â He rubbed soothing circles into your chest as his hips slowed, working you through your orgasm as he withdrew once again.Â
This time though, he didn't try to pull away and leave himself hard, but sat himself up, and lifted you once again too, putting slight pressure at the back of your head until you were on your knees and letting your head fall down, down, down as your lips wrapped around his wet cock.Â
You took him in your mouth, and tasted the bitter, salty flavor of your illicit activities, lapping every last bit of your joint pleasure up as he pushed your hair up and down his cock.Â
It didn't take long for his hips to press up into your mouth slightly harder than before, his hands holding you steady as he came down your throat. He held your head there for a minute two, as you tried your best to breathe and stay there, taking as much of his cum down your throat as you could. He pulled your head off him and you swallowed the rest, smiling brightly at him as you did so.Â
âThank you for the fun, Spencer,â You said again, grabbing your phone and checking the time.Â
Standing up, you pulled your clothes back in place, pulling your skirt down and your panties up, smoothing out the tangles in your hair.Â
âLet me go get you that spare shirt, Doctor Reid,â you said, opening the door. âI'm very grateful for your help with my class load, sir.âÂ
His head fell back into his hands as you closed the door, leaving him to wonder just what the hell he'd got himself in for.Â
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â ultimate boyfriend material // lee dokyeom
dokyeom x gn!reader (ft. bsf!hoshi), 3k+ words
tags: elementary teacher!dk, fluff, crack, established relationship, bi disaster hoshi bc i said so đâ, literally just for fun idk what this is lmao
warnings: swearing, alcohol + food mention, yn has only had bfs before, a bit rambly pls bear w me
summary: in which you bring your boyfriend seokmin to yours and soonyoung's monthly dinners, and it ends up going way better than anyone had expected.
You glance upwards to see Soonyoung looming forebodingly over you like a disapproving shadow, and you sigh.
"Soonyoung. Look. It's going to be totally fine. Seokmin is really, really sweet."
Soonyoung doesn't cease in his looming, continuing to glare darkly down at you as you take your shoes off, having just entered his house for your monthly dinner chats. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but your current track record means that I don't believe you in the slightest."
"Come on, my taste in boyfriends isn't that bad."
Soonyoung squawks, breaking his intimidating façade in an instant. "Isn't that bâ your last boyfriend tried to hit on my girlfriend! Whilst both of us were right there!"
You cringe a little at the memory, before waving off his words. "This time won't be like that. I promise."
"Oh, it better not be like that,â your best friend says darkly as he leads you through his apartment. âI held back last time, but if this guy is as much of a douchebag as the other one, then Iâm punching him all the way into space.â
âSeokmin wonât be that bad at all, I promise! Also, please donât punch anyone,â you beg, trailing after him into the kitchen. âYou know how much of a wimp you are.â
Soonyoung simply ignores your jab at his strength with a sniff. âWell, weâll see how good of a boyfriend this Seokmin is, first.â
Every month since graduating and having to move away due to your respective jobs, you and your best friend, Soonyoung, set aside one Saturday evening where you meet at one another's houses, have dinner, and complain about all the ridiculous things that have gone on in your life whilst the two of you were apart.Â
They were fun, easy ways to destress, and you loved catching up with your best friend. But after the first disastrous dinner all those years ago where you'd brought your then-boyfriend to meet Soonyoung, every few months, the monthly dinners became a sort of hell the revolved specifically around the idea of your boyfriends acting up terribly and Soonyoung staring at you with less and less faith in your ability to choose a suitable romantic partner for yourself.Â
This time, you'll be introducing your fourth boyfriend over the course of the several years of these dinners, and it's safe to say that you're a bit nervous.Â
âThis Seokmin guy already has some notes in my bad books right now, though,â Soonyoung says as he brings out the snacks, pouring chips into little fancy dishes. This time, it's his turn to host, and he likes pretending these are fun, formal affairs. âHe didn't even show up with you. Where is he?â
You sigh, picking up a few dishes and following Soonyoung out of the kitchen and into the living room.Â
âI told you, he has a work thing,â you explain. âHe's always really busy, but he'll be here, I promise. He promised me that he'll make time for this.â
Soonyoung snorts sceptically. âWell, that'll be a new one,â he says. âYour boyfriend not even showing up.â
âHe will show up!â you say, and then roll your eyes. âCome on, Soonyoung. Don't judge the guy. You haven't even met him yet.â
âOh, I'm judging alright,â Soonyoung says, shaking his head. He flops down onto the sofa. âThough I have to say, the bar is practically on the floor, right now. After seeing the kind of guys you date, I'll be blown away if he's not some kind of psychopath.â
You groan as you sit down next to him, immediately attacking the chips. âNo matter what you say, my first boyfriend wasn't actually some psycho.â
âAnd neither was your second, huh?â
âWhâno! Come on, Soons, all my boyfriends were actually quite sweet,â you argue. âThe second guy paid for everything for me when we were dating.â
âYeah, and then you broke up with him at our dinner and he smashed his own phone out of anger then tried to steal my silverware,â Soonyoung points out. âWhy even try to steal my silverware, anyway? I own, like, five forks, and that's it.â
You look at Soonyoung, curious. âYou own five forks?â
He waves a hand. âYeah. But anyway, my point is, my expectations are very low, but that doesn't mean my standards are. If he's a bad person, even if heâs not as bad as the others, it doesn't matter. I'm kicking him out. You might have bad taste, but you still deserve better.â
With another long-suffering sigh, you rub your forehead. âSoonyoung, I promise you. Seokmin is actually a decent guy. You'll love him a lot, too, I'm sure of it.â
Soonyoung eyes you sceptically. âI'll believe it when I see it.â
âI swear to Godââ
Three, neat knocks on Soonyoungâs front door interrupt you, and both of you stare at each other, eyes wide.Â
âThat's Seokmin,â you say, and immediately leap up from the sofa to go greet your boyfriend.Â
âHey, let me go see the guy first, I wanna see if he's actually all that grââ
âSeokmin,â you say a little breathlessly, having already opened the door before Soonyoung can leave the living room and get to his own front door. When he gets there, though, he slows down, surprised.Â
Seokmin beams at you, all shining eyes and gentle care. His hair is wind-ruffled, as if he'd run all the way from the bus stop in a hurry, and he's apologising profusely for being late but you simply wave his words aside, kissing him on the cheek placatingly and then laughing when he gives you a kiss on the nose in return.Â
He's cute, Soonyoung realises, astounded. You look really cute together.Â
Well. As Seokmin smiles at you and pinches your cheek adoringly, Soonyoung is at least able to quite happily cross off Not a psychopath on his list of worries over your boyfriend.
âHere, this is Soonyoung!â you say, leading Seokmin by the hand further into the house as if you own the place, pointing to where Soonyoung is standing at the end of the hall. âSoonyoung, meet Seokmin, my boyfriend.â
Seokmin smiles at him, expression turning a little nervous as he gives Soonyoung a wave. âHi! It's nice to meet you.â
He holds something out to him, and it's then that Soonyoung notices the bag in Seokmin's hands that holds a rather expensive bottle of wine, and his eyes widen.Â
âI kind of panicked and bought the most expensive one I could see,â Seokmin said, shoulders rising bashfully even as he smiles. âBut I couldn't exactly come empty-handed, so, uh, here you go?â
Soonyoung shakes himself out of his daze, and gives a smile back, because it's somehow weirdly impossible not to when this guy smiles at him like that.Â
âThanks,â Soonyoung says, accepting the wine. None of your other boyfriends had ever brought round gifts before. âAnd don't stress about it. If it doesn't taste good, then we can always bust out the cans of beer,â he jokes, and Seokmin beams, relieved.Â
You watch the entirety of the short exchange and can't help but smile, excited that maybe, this time, things will go well.Â
âWell,â Soonyoung continues, and then gestures towards the living room. âWould you like to have this wine along with some snacks before we have dinner?â
âââââââââââââ â°
For the rest of the time that you're talking before actually having dinner, Soonyoung observes your new boyfriend like a hawk.Â
Whilst he was, admittedly, briefly awestruck by how cute this Seokmin was (none of your boyfriends were ever cute: ridiculously handsome, sure, but cute was definitely new) he couldn't afford to let himself be swept away by that first impression. Your second and third boyfriends had originally been nice, after all, until they were⊠not.Â
âSo, Seokmin,â Soonyoung says in his âY/Nâs Boyfriends Interrogation Toneâ, leaning forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you cringing in embarrassment. âWhat do you do for a living?â
Seokmin blinks at him from over the rim of his wine glass, round-eyed innocent as he takes a sip then beams. âI teach at the nearby elementary school! Working with kids is like daily marathon training, I swear, but they're all so cute so it makes it all worthwhile.â
Soonyoung raises his eyebrows, surprised.Â
Elementary school teacher was definitely not a job he'd expected from one of your boyfriends. It wasn't a profession that really made much money, and all of your exes had been⊠well, rolling in cash.
âThey all absolutely adore him, too,â you add, leaning forward with a smile. âYou should see him with the kids. Theyâre literally all over him the minute he walks into the room.â
Seokmin laughs, embarrassed at the obvious admiration in your tone, rubbing the back of his neck. âIâm around them literally every week, so I guess itâs inevitable that they grudgingly accept me.â
âItâs not just grudging acceptance,â you say, waving a hand. âIâve seen them! They literally love you so much.â
âYou saw them for one afternoon,â Seokmin says, but heâs smiling at you, all fond. âAnd most of the time they were fawning over you, saying that you were so pretty and there was no way youâd date someone like me.â
That makes you laugh, evidently pleased by Seokminâs adorable little compliment, and Soonyoung stares dumbfoundedly as the two of you continue bantering. Itâs almost like heâs not there. Heâs a bystander, observing from the outside whilst you smile at your boyfriend and recount that time you visited him at work (youâve visited Seokminâs elementary school and yet Soonyoung didnât know he existed until a week ago?), and your eyes are practically sparkling as you look at him, and Soonyoung feels very, very astounded.
Never before has he seen you look so comfortable with someone outside the close friends you already have. Itâs quite cute.
And also sucks a little, because now Soonyoung has to begrudgingly contemplate whether to move âLee Seokminâ firmly into his good books.
âAlright, okay, okay,â Soonyoung interrupts the two of you as you giggle about something that had happened with Seokminâs students. âI see that you didn't tell me about Seokmin when you visited him at school once, but I guess I'll let it slide.â
You roll your eyes as Soonyoung takes a brief moment to pout in annoyance. âBecause he and I had only just started dating, then. I didn't want you scaring him away with that terrifying face of yours.â
Soonyoung eyes you, unimpressed. âI'll have to know that this terrifying and handsome face is exactly why I keep getting hired as a choreographer again and again.â
That makes you scrunch up your face, evidently disagreeing with his statement, but you don't get to retort as Seokmin leans forward then, eyes bright and keenly fixed on Soonyoung.Â
âOh! Y/N told me you do choreos for idol groups, and teach classes,â Seokmin says. âThat's so cool.â
The awe is so pure and present on his face and Soonyoung can't help but preen a little.Â
âThanks! I've worked with a few notable people, yeah, but I love teaching classes more than anything else,â Soonyoung says. âTeaching budding dancers is always so fun for me.â
Seokmin shakes his head, amazed. âI'm terrible at dancing. My kids were having a recital todayâwhich was why I was late, and I'm so sorry about thatâand I've been teaching them the dance for the past several weeks. If there's one thing I've learned from it, though, is that dancing... isn't exactly my best skill.â
He says it so dramatically, face dead-serious like it's the gravest matter in the world, and Soonyoung can't help but laugh.Â
âI'm sure that's not true,â he assures, but he sees you shaking your head fervently, a smile on your face.
âNo, he's actually the worst in the worldâ you say, and Seokmin pouts and cries out in protest. âBaby, itâs true! You and I both know it.â
âY/Nâs exaggerating,â Seokmin says, almost embarrassedly, in Soonyoungâs direction, making you laugh. You take out your phone, beginning to scroll through something. âIâm not that bad. Just a little bad.â
âI mean, anyone can get better with some training. And Y/N really does like being dramatic, soââ
You shake your head, turning your phone towards Soonyoung. Thereâs a video playing on your screen, taken from a darkened house party, loud music playing from the speakers. âJust look, Soonyoung. Youâll see what I mean.â
Soonyoung watches the video, which evidently turns out to showcase Seokminâs dancing skills. The cameramanship is shoddy, and itâs obvious that itâs you recording, your barely-suppressed laughter sounding so fond as you record your boyfriend.
Your boyfriend who, genuinely, really is rather bad at dancing. In kind of a cute way. But still really, shockingly terrible.
âWell,â Soonyoung says, after a moment. âWell.â
Seokmin is still pouting. âCan I use âabstract danceâ as my excuse?â
Both you and Soonyoung laugh at that, and you lean over to your boyfriend to coo over him and pinch his cheeks, placating him in an adoring tone and. Even though Soonyoung should feel annoyed at the blatant affection, he canât help but smile.
Okay, so Seokmin is cute, and a little bit funny, Soonyoung observes. His regard of this guy has gone up, just a little bit.
âYou two are really adorable together,â Soonyoung admits, before clasping his hands all business-like, preparing to go back into interrogation mode.Â
You beam at his comment, and look over at Seokmin proudly, who also seems a little relieved. But Soonyoung isn't quite finished. He wants just a little more information before he fully decides what his opinion of Seokmin should be.
He leans forward. âSo, how long have you been dating?â
âOnly about three months,â Seokmin says. Soonyoung is about to frown and comment on the short time, before Seokmin grins, all sunshine-like and takes your hand. âBut weâve known each other for a lot longer than that.â
âSeokmin used to be my neighbour, back when we were in middle school,â you say, and Soonyoungâs eyes widen comically fast. âHeâs⊠well, he was the âcute neighbour boyâ that I was always telling you about.â
Soonyoung jaw drops open in an instant, feeling like heâs had the wind punched out of him at the abrupt revelation.Â
âCute neighbour boyâ was the son of the family that had lived next door to you back when you and Soonyoung were younger, and you would arrive at school every day to tell him about the latest adorable conversation youâd had with the boy next door from over the backyard fence. Soonyoung had teased you endlessly for it, but youâd insisted it wasnât a crush and that he was just some friendly boy who always made your evenings a little sunnier with his nonsensical, cute tales.
Soonyoung hadnât really believed it, but âcute neighbour boyâ moved out of town before he could ever remind you that he wanted to meet him, and your conversations moved away from the topic after that.Â
âYouâre cute neighbour boy?â Soonyoung asks raspily, his voice having stopped working due to his surprise at this turn of events. âYouâreâand you met him again?â he says, turning to you in amazement.
Seokmin laughs, rubbing his nose bashfully. âI was walking home after work when we met again, and I just knew Y/N on sight. I was⊠I kind of fell in love, all those years ago, so I was so glad that we were able to meet again.â
âThen we started talking again, became friends, started dating⊠and now here we are,â you say, and look over at Seokmin once more, stars in your eyes. âIâm glad I found you again.â
Seokmin visibly melts. âIâm glad I found you again, too.â
You smile, eyes crinkling, and Seokminâs eyes crinkle in sync, fondly reaching over to pinch your cheek before his thumb smooths over your cheekbone, affectionately soft.
âFuck,â Soonyoung swears softly to himself as he watches the way Seokmin handles you so gently, like youâre something so precious to him.
A cute, funny guy who works with kids and looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky?Â
Looks like Lee Seokmin has definitely made his way into Soonyoungâs super-duper good books.
âRight,â he announces suddenly, causing the two of you to jump. âDinner will be ready in about five minutes. I hope you guys like roast chicken.â
Seokmin beams at him. âThat sounds great! Do you mind if I use your bathroom first, though? And Iâll need to wash my hands. Dealing with kids is not the cleanest job in the world.â
âOh, yeah, of course.â Soonyoung gestures to the bathroom. âDoor on the left.â
Seokmin excuses himself, bowing to Soonyoung and sending another smile your way before heading out of the room. Soonyoung watches the way you watch him go, looking at him like heâs the reason the world still spins every single day.
God, youâre so in love. But, Soonyoung has to admit, he kind of sees why.
You finally turn to look at your best friend once Seokmin has left the room, eyes sparkling.
âSo,â you say, the anticipation. âWhat do you think?â
Soonyoung canât hold his polite and put-together facade any longer.
âHoly shit,â he bursts out, and you laugh, delighted. âY/N, where did you find him?â
You grin, the relief and love clear in your face as you shrug teasingly. âJust out and about. Why? You jealous?â
âVery,â Soonyoung groans. âWow. I never thought someone like that even existed, let alone that itâd be my best friend who ends up bagging them.â
âWhat can I say? I have excellent taste,â you say.Â
Soonyoung shakes his head, amazed. He canât even argue with you anymore. Seokmin is the epitome of boyfriend material. Heâs just the most incredible guy in the world.
And that makes him utterly perfect for you.
He furrows his brows, thinking deeply, before suddenly lurching forward and holding you by the shoulders. Soonyoung looks you dead in the eye, serious.
"Y/N. Can I date your boyfriend too?"
That makes you splutter out a laugh, shoving him off. "What theâ no! Get your own boyfriend!"
Soonyoung whines, but he's smiling, and you can't help but smile too, because all of this is Soonyoung being his lighthearted, teasing self, which is just proof that he approves, that he thinks Seokmin is good enough for you, and it makes your heart feel light.Â
He edges closer to you again, nudging you in the side. "Okay, but seriously, if I asked him... do you think he'd let meâ?"
You smack his face away, laughing. "Hey. Back off. Seokminâs mine."
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Her Pretty Lords: Sanhwajoong x Fem!Reader
Pairing: incubi!demonline x fem!reader
Genre: smut, angst, fluff
Word Count: 18k
Summary: A summons from a princess has the demons of Black Keep shaking in their boots. A person from the past comes back into YN's life, and she wonders if she'd truly lived in the living world.
Tags: dominate/submissive themes, polyamorous relationship, mentions of abuse/rape/domestic violence/illness, talks about misogyny and misandry, lost families, carriage sex, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, nipple play, breast play, foursome (m/m/m/f), oral sex, rough oral sex, vaginal fingering, pussy slapping, dirty talk, pet names (bitch, slut, whore, kitten, darling, pet), light degradation, fingers in mouth, light spanking, creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, some squirting, facials, cumming in mouth, choking, biting,
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âItâs a beautiful day here in His Majestyâs city. This is your host, Beezee, bringing you the greatest hits this morning! Totally wicked news just came into the Hot Spot, and it is piping hot! A few little Imps have been talking and they say a new cambion has entered our massive royal family! We here at The Hot Spot want to personally welcome lovely Lady YN, Marchioness of the Trees and a Lady of Eden! Princess Lilith must be thrilled to hav-â
âWHAT?!â
It was not her motherâs voice that stunned Andromeda into silence. It was the name. Your name. The vision of a little girl with dirt on her hands and under her fingernails came to mind. Her heart tore itself to pieces at the memories: baking cupcakes after school, snuggling on the couch during prime-time television, singing in the garden and dancing in the living room. Her pride. Her joy. The sole reason sheâd stayed in the living world made her way to the burning city of Inferno. Andromeda did not know whether to be weeping from joy or sorrow. She knew this day mightâve come, but not like this.Â
âAndromeda!âÂ
Her motherâs shrill cry cut through the garden walls. Long gone were the days she feared Lilithâs wrath. Andromeda, in her dress of pale pink muslin, left her garden patch for the pebbled paths of Lilithâs Garden. She passed several of her âsistersâ, who gave her cautious glances before turning away. Andromeda knew better than to keep a child secret from her mother. She knew no matter what transpired between them, her mother would welcome any child of hers with open arms. But, she did not want this life for you. She wanted you to be free and untethered from traditions or expectations. Even when you severed yourself from her, she let you live as you wanted. It broke her heart, but at least you were free.Â
Andromeda appeared in the archway to her motherâs private garden. In an enclosed circular space, her mother sat playing cards with her sisters, Gaia and Rhea. All three women wore the flowing gowns and floral headpieces typical of Ladies of Eden, but Lilith stood out. Long black hair tumbling down her back, her curved horns reached far behind her and her piercing crimson eyes set her apart from the glowing beauties sheâd birthed. Daughters of Lilith did not resemble the common demons in the city and circles: a warm glow radiated around them, bringing life rather than death, and were the finest creatures in existence. Andromeda knew youâd be as beautiful as her when she had you, and sheâd been right.Â
âYes, Mother?â Andromeda said, standing there looking strong and firm.Â
âDo you care to explain this?âÂ
In her hand, Andromeda saw an official paper. Her stomach flopped over and over seeing it. She moved forward and read it herself, her suspicions proven true. Yes, you had come to Inferno. Yes, someone did discover who and what you were. Hot tears stuck in her lashes as she reread your name. Her special girl. Her honey cake.Â
âAndromeda, explain yourself, now.âÂ
âWhat is there to explain, Mother?â she asked, reading your death date. âI had a child and didnât tell you.â
She remembered that day with a heavy heart. Sheâd gotten the call from a nurse in the hospital, telling her you'd been admitted. Being your mother, she rushed right there with hopes of saving you, but she came too late. Never did the world feel so cold or be so dark as it did then. With her precious girl gone, Andromeda saw no reason to remain in the living world. She came back home where she made amends with her family. She hoped you never came to Inferno. She hoped you managed to turn your life around, become a good person, and be accepted into Paradise. Big dreams, she knew, but she dreamed them.Â
âTell me why,â her mother demanded coldly. âWhy would you keep such a thing from your family? From me? I thought we had moved past childish secrets.â
âI kept her a secret for the same reason I left to begin with.â
Lilith scoffed, âI learned my lesson with you, Andromeda. I would have let your little cambion roam free beyond Eden. I wouldn't want to lose another daughter.âÂ
Her sisters told her about their motherâs anguish. They told her Her Highness cried for months after she left. Lilith received very few things when Inferno was first founded. She was Luciferâs only true-born daughter; a sister to The Seven Princes. Her future lay in marrying one of them and producing children for the circles. But, when she took over Eden, slaying Adam and corrupting Eve, she made her own path. Lucifer let her keep her garden, where she grew her daughters from the flowers around her. Andromeda, she knew, came from a peony. Gaia, the eldest from gentle primroses, and Rhea from beautiful hydrangeas. Lilith birthed all her children through the flowers; they followed suit to have their own daughters. She liked to think of you in a bed of freesias, a flower symbolizing freedom.Â
âSister,â Gaia spoke softly. Her hair in soft yellow curls, her solemn brown eyes looked at her with concern, âYou know you could have told us.â
âIf you had told us, the poor child wouldn't have suffered in the circles,â said Rhea sternly, square-jawed and dark-haired. âI canât imagine the pain sheâs endured since her death. The circles are so unkind and horrific. Why would you rather she go undiscovered and suffer than be acknowledged and accepted?â
âI didnât want this for her,â she said, still reading the letter. âI wanted her to forge her own path as our mother did once. Being a Lady of Eden, she would have been stuck here forever. She wouldnât have space to grow or explore herself. I didnât want her to feel as trapped as I once did.âÂ
âI have changed since then, Andromeda,â her mother said, standing from her seat. âI thought I wouldâve proven that to you by now.â
âYou have, Mother,â Andromeda saw her sad eyes and went to her. âI know you made many changes on my behalf. I know they were hard for you,â she continued, holding her motherâs hands gently. âI am forever grateful for them. The precautions I made with YN were long before our reconciliation. Iâm sorry,â she said with all the honesty behind it, âIâm sorry I kept this from you; that I kept her from all of you. But, I was only doing what I believed was right at the time.â
âEnduring pain at the hands of a man-thing just to keep your daughter from demons?â her mother said sadly. âAndromeda, you might be a free spirit, but you are also a blind spirit. Your hesitancy and pride caused your only child to be thrusted into a world of pain and loneliness. I spoke with Wooyoung today-â
â-Ugh, not Wooyoung-â
â-And he told me that YN is living with Asmodeusâs heir, Seonghwa.â
Andromeda vaguely remembered her cousin. Handsome, brooding, and bookish, her mother liked to call him âThe Brainâ. Hongjoong was âThe Beautyâ and San was âThe Brawnâ. She wondered how you ended up there. A shot of fear struck her.Â
âShe was their pleasure slave, wasn't she?â
Lilith paused, but eventually blurted out, âYes.âÂ
No. This was all her fault. Her stubbornness led to your enslavement. The thought of her daughter in rags, chained and abused night and day made her collapse into a seat. What had those man-things done to you? A slew of lewd, obscene images crossed her mind. Hongjoongâs insatiable, broad appetite became common knowledge amongst the elite. Stories of Seonghwaâs cruelty made the strongest of demons shudder. San might be the sweetheart, but he could be deadly when crossed. More tears rushed down her cheeks thinking about it. She knew with a single retort or disobedience, those men would crush you. Andromeda could not let it go on any longer. She needed to save you. She needed to bring you home.
âI must go to her,â Andromeda said shakily, putting the letter on the table. âI must go to their keep and get my daughter. Mother, I promise I will present her to you soon, but I need to get her before they do-â
â-That will not be necessary, my sweet peony.â Her mother embraced her warmly, putting Andromedaâs head on her shoulder as she sobbed. She felt a hand soothingly rubbing her back, a gentle hum playing in her ear. âI already sent word to The Black Keep. She will be brought here this afternoon.â
âMother, I must see her,â Andromeda emphasized through thick tears. âI have to talk to her. I have to tell her Iâm sorry for all of it; I need to make this right.â
She knew you resented her. It did not take a genius to see what you thought of her, but she never stopped trying. Despite being an adult already, she could not help worrying for you. A demon mightâve found you and dragged you to your grandmother. Theyâd clamp their invisible chains, and youâd never be free. It appeared the inevitable finally happened, and in the worst way.Â
âYou will see her,â her mother assured her. âOur YN will come home. I promise.â
Regardless of who their father is, Asmodeusâs boys could not ignore a Princessâs summons.Â
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âJust focus. Keep your eyes on your target and focus.â
Seonghwa stood by the work table in Octaviusâs lair, watching you from afar. On the table, heâd placed a flower pot. After filling it with soil and fertilizer, he wanted to experiment with your abilities. He deduced you could manipulate, grow and speak to plants, but he sensed you could do more. Seeing whether you could create plants from nothing was the first test. Firmly standing at the table, you pressed your hands to the ceramic pot and closed your eyes.Â
âEnvision the type of flower you want, and see if it comes up,â he directed. His eyes remained trained on you, and you could feel them studying you.Â
A sunflower. You hadnât seen sunflowers in ages. Picturing their pointed petals, a vivid yellow surrounding a fuzzy center, you imagined it sprouting from deep in the soil. Itâd break through the dark dirt, absorbing the nutrients needed to accelerate its growth. You saw it unfurling from the thin roots extending to plant itself in the very center. A distinct tingling started in your shoulders before vibrating down your arms to your fingertips. You shuddered from the tickling shivers up your spine. You kept yourself focused on your goal. You had been at this for an hour, and you hadnât grown anything. Maybe growth isnât in your skill set; you might only be able to rejuvenate plants, not grow them from nothingness. Once you felt the weakness starting to come over you, you stopped.
Opening your eyes, you saw an empty pot.
âI suck at this,â you complained, kicking the wooden table leg. âWhatâs the point in a plant ability if I canât grow them? I was able to do it the day I met Octavius. Why canât I do it now?â
âPerhaps because the plants you controlled flourished in the ground,â he suggested, arms crossed. âWhereas this soil isnât being touched by you,â you heard the realization come to him as he stared at the rich dirt.
You did it before he asked. Sliding your cold fingertips into the soft earth, you reimagined your sunflower. You kept yourself focused on the image in your head, and you gasped once something smooth touched your fingers. What felt like thin strings extended into the pot, bringing on a twinge of excitement. The feeling passed by, you opened your eyes and expected a flourishing sunflower. Instead, you stared at the bare soil again. You squeezed your eyes closed, pushing your head forehead to try capturing that feeling again. This produced nothing again. You continued this with no success. Youâd done it before. Why could you not do it again?
âDamnit,â you hissed, removing your hands from the pot. âWhy isnât it working?â
âIt might be too advanced for you,â Seonghwa guessed out loud. âWe shouldâve started with something simpler?â He searched the work table, pushing aside tools and papers before finding a seed packet. âSimple basil seeds,â he said, sprinkling some in the small pot. âLetâs see what you can do with these.â
âItâs not going to work,â you frowned.
âYes, it will. If you can heal them, you can grow them. Go ahead and see.â
âCanât we take a break? Go do something fun?â
âThis is fun.â
âNo, itâs frustrating.â
âScience isnât always going to be a fun time-â
â-Science is dumb, and so are these experiments,â you lashed out. One of Octaviusâs offspring hissed at Seonghwa, and you saw him regard the reaction.
âYouâre only saying that because itâs not going your way,â he pointed out. âJust do it one more time,â he moved behind you, long arms wrapping around your waist, âThen we can do something else.â
âPromise?â
âI promise,â he said, kissing beneath your ear. âWe can do whatever you want,â he said, putting stress on âwhateverâ which made you grin.
âWe can always test other abilities too,â you suggested as he guided your hands back into the pot. âIâd love to see the side effects of my kisses.â
âAn interesting suggestion, Kitten,â he said. âCome on, let's do this one more time.â
Planting your feet firmly on the ground, you sink the seeds into the pot. Their smooth shells pressed against your fingertips, and you imagined them cracking open to reveal their roots. Soon, the thin veins traced over and around your fingers. You opened your eyes to see sprouts gradually lift from the bottom to the surface. The pointed leaves with their soft ridges sprung from thin stems. Blooming a bright green, they grew until they reached over the edges of the pot. You beamed, a giggle coming through as you removed your hands from the dirt. Gently touching their leaves, Seonghwa placed his hand over yours. His touch felt so different from San or Hongjoong. They worked with their hands. Seonghwa worked with his mind, leaving his hands smooth and soft. He put his other arm over yours to hold you close.
âItâs beautiful,â he said softly.
âThanks,â you replied.
âYouâve done great work here,â he said, âOverall, I mean. Everything in here looks so healthy and lively again. I donât think Iâve seen cognizant ones like this in a long time.â
âBecause you created them, then left them to rot when they no longer served a purpose or amused you.â
âI know,â he brought your other hand to your chest, holding you tightly, âIâll admit Iâm guilty of neglect. Dennisâs-â
â-Octaviusâs-â
â-Octaviusâs appetite became too much for any normal demon to handle alone. I thought the slaves or the servants who came in here might satisfy them, but I was wrong. But, theyâre lucky they have you now,â he kissed the curve of your neck, âTo care for them. Most of the demons here wouldâve passed out after being with Octavius so long, but not you. You kept going.â
âIt felt good,â you said, eyeing the herb leaves. âThe best sex I ever had in my life.â
âOh really?â
âReally.â
âWhat about with me?â he said, pouting comically. âYou cum so much with me, Kitten. I go for as long as you want,â he kissed the spot again before kissing further up. âIâll prove it to you right now, if you want. We havenât done it in a while.â
âA while? We had sex a few days ago when you came back home.â
âThatâs too long for us,â he slid his hands from you to trail up your stomach. âKiss me,â he whispered in your ear, âI want to know what you did to Mingi that made him fuck your cunt without permission. Sweet Jongho pumped out nothing by the time your toxins wore off. I won't even tell you what I heard from Yunho. Your kisses sound deliciously toxic.â
âYou want to experience it yourself, Master Seonghwa?â you turned around to face him, hands wandering up his chest. âIs that it?â
âYes,â he whispered, drawing closer to your lips. âI want to be consumed by you too.â
âThen come closer.â
Right before your lips could touch, an offspring hissed. You turned your head to see Yunho coming through the lairâs entryway. Any heat in your cheeks cooled down at the sight of the house manager. He stood by the arch, a silver tray with an envelope on it in his hands.
âMaster, Mistress,â he inclined his head to each of you, âA letter has arrived for you, Master Seonghwa.â
âJust put it over there, Yunho,â he nodded to the other end of the long worktable. He turned his attention back to you, eyes filling with lust again, âIâll get to it later.â
âForgive me, sir,â Yunho intervened, âBut I highly suggest you read this now.â
âIâm busy, Yunho,â he said, nuzzling your nose before pecking your lips, âLater.â
âItâs from Eden, sir.â
The both of you froze. A week has passed since your official identification card arrived in the mail, making you a real citizen of Inferno. Since they said visiting Eden is voluntary, youâd decided to put it off as long as possible. The mere possibility of seeing your mother in the flesh scared you. Late at night, whether alone or in somebodyâs arms, you pictured various scenarios. In some, she wept and embraced you. In others, she smacked and insulted you. Those hurt the most because you deserved that.
Yunho brought the letter over to Seonghwa, who took it. Breaking a green wax seal, he left you by the table. He moved about the room as his brain worked the words, comprehending and considering them before speaking or taking action. The prolonged silence twisted your anxious insides. You exchanged a glance with Yunho, who appeared as concerned as you.
âWell?â you finally said. âWhat does it say?â
ââDear Lord Seonghwa,â he read out loud, venom in his voice, âIt has come to my attention that one of my granddaughters is living in your house. As she is a Lady of Eden and no longer a plaything, you will present her to me as is customary for new cambions. If you do not comply, I will have no choice but to take this to your father, Prince Asmodeus-Oh give me a fucking break!â
Seonghwa balled up the letter and tossed it away. You saw him fix his waistband as he paced back and forth. âShe talks about it as if we knew the whole time!â he snapped, eyes concentrated on the ground. âShe acts like we kidnapped you! We didnât know until a month ago! That bitchâŠâ
âSeonghwa,â you walked over to him, intent on soothing him, but he raised a hand to stop you.
âItâs not as if we have you tied up in here,â he continued his tirade. âWeâve treated you well, right? Weâve fed you, clothed you, pampered and cared for you. You could ask for anything, and weâd give it to you. All you have to do is bat those pretty lashes and I crumble like a damn cracker!â He ran his hands through his hair, âDoesnât she know the effect you have on me? Doesnât she know that I, Park Seonghwa, a Duke of Lust, has been weakened by the most beautiful cambion to ever walk into Inferno? In all of Hell, as a matter of fact?â
âI guess not.â His words touched a sweet spot inside you. âHave I really done that?â
âYes, obviously! If I didnât want you, YN, I wouldâve tossed you in here and forgotten you existed,â he said, stopping only to speak before ranting further. âI would have taken you to her if you'd wanted me to. I would have no objections to you seeing your family. You simply never asked, and I wasn't going to pressu-â
â-Seonghwa?â you carefully walked over to him, sliding your arms around him from the side. Instantly, he wrapped one around your waist and took the other hand. âIâm sorry.â
âFor what?â
âPutting it off,â you said. âI know I should have gone to her sooner, but I kept procrastinating because, wellâŠâ you hated saying it out loud. If any time was good for a mind drill, it was then. âIâm scared sheâs there.â
âYour mother?â
âYes.â He turned in your arms and you rested your head on his chest. Seonghwa smelled like roses. A lovely bed of fresh roses clung to his body, not just his clothes. You buried your nose in him, wanting to get lost in his scent. âIt might sound stupid to you,â you finally said, âBut IâŠIâm scared to see her.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I was awful to her. I said terrible things, and pushed her away from me when she needed me.â Your throat dried up at the words. âShe kept coming back to me, and I kept moving further. What if she hates me?â
âI doubt that,â he said. âIf she kept trying to contact you even when you pulled away, then I donât think sheâd hate you.âÂ
âIâd hate me.â
âYouâre you, so yes, you would.â
You smacked his arm as he laughed. âI mean it,â you said, burying your face in his shoulder, âI canât go there.â
âThat letter says you have to.â
âCanât we pretend we never got it?â
âNo,â he scoffed. âDonât think too much about it right now. We have important things to go over.â
âLike what?â
âWhat youâre going to wear, for one thing. Your outfits are cute and casual, which is fine any other time, but not for this.â He sighed, hands on your biceps, âThereâs not enough time for Wooyoung to make anything new, so weâll have to find something in the closet. You need to look like a proper lady.â
âI can be a lady.â
âIâm not denying you canât be,â he said, âBut if you want to continue living here, we need to convince Lilith that youâre not being forced to stay here.â He paused, âYou do know that, right?â
âI do,â you said, hugging him again. âI like it here actually. The foodâs great, the greenhouse is lovely, the staff is more than helpful and youâŠâ you smiled up as you pulled him to you by his shirt collar, âHave been so good to me.â
Seonghwaâs hands ended up on your hips, âI wouldnât be anything else. Even with your freedom, youâre still my special Kitten. All I want to do is take care of you.â He played with the end of your hair, focused on the way it felt between his fingers, âI knew you were special when we met-â
â-Spare me the âI-knew-you-were-specialâ pitch,â you said, giving a disarming smile, âJongho and Yunho already used it.â
âUgh,â he grunted, âThat was going to be my line.â The two of you chuckled softly, then he said, âBut they're right. I couldnât place my finger on it at the time, but the first whiff of your scent threw me off. Not because you were a human dressed as succubus, but because humans typically didnât have specific scents. The brothel girls often smell like a mix of every demon theyâve been humped by; they smell like flesh and blood. You didnât. You smelled-â
â-Like honey?â you guessed, remembering what heâd told you.Â
âYes,â he admitted. âIt was electrifying. I never experienced anything like that before you. It didnât feel like a normal fuck for me. It felt intimate. It felt real. Every time feels like the first time with you. Rolling around in the sheets with you and my brothers,â he caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers, âIs encapsulating. For those few moments-â
â-Itâs like nobody exists but us?â you interrupted, taking his hands in yours.Â
âExactly. I get so wrapped up in you, in them, that I donât notice anything around me. I only think and care about you, Kitten,â he pecked your lips softly, âAnd how my butterflies dusted off their wings when we first kissed. They haven't flown in centuries.â
âLetâs get them some exercise then,â you grinned, arms sliding around his neck.Â
Seonghwaâs arms went around you: one hand slid up your back to your neck while the other went the opposite direction. Your fingers tangled in the ends of his black hair, feeling the silky curls on your fingertips up to the roots in his scalp. For that brief moment, Seonghwa drowned every sense. He became another world to get lost inside of. Neither of you noticed loyal servant, Yunho, standing nearby still until he coughed for attention.Â
âSorry, sir,â he said, nodding curtly, âBut the messenger is outside waiting for a response.â
âTell them sheâll be there soon,â he replied, only focusing on you. âRight now, sheâs mine. All mine.âÂ
âAs you wish, sir.âÂ
Yunho walked away, and Seonghwa took you over to the work table again. This time, neither of you concerned yourself with the plant and instead worked on removing each otherâs clothes.Â
All other worries went out the window right then.Â
****
âCurtsy like Yunho showed you. Only speak when spoken to. Donât make direct eye contact with her unless told to do so. Give the brothers glowing reviews on their treatment of you. Donât mention anything that can possibly cast a negative light on your situation. Lie, if you must. Downplay the sex. Tell her it doesnât happen as often, and that youâre mainly their female companion, nothing more.â
They gave you so much to remember you thought your head might pop. The ruffled ends of your dress rubbed between your nervous fingers. Off your shoulders, the pale pink chiffon dress came with embroidered pink freesias and leaves. Seonghwa thought covering you in florals might endear your grandmother to you more. You hoped that itâd work because otherwise youâd be at a disadvantage. In a white and gold carriage, the four of you sat together against the comfortable seats as it went through town.Â
âDo you remember what we told you to say?â Seonghwa asked.Â
The brothers wore fine tailored suits for the occasion. Seonghwa wore a black and white suit, sleek with clean silhouettes; Hongjoong added a bit more color with the crimson serpent and rose pattern shimmering faintly on the jacket. San kept himself modest and simple with a 3-buttoned blue suit, which you couldnât get enough of. You rarely saw the three of them wearing similar outfits before. Apparently, meeting royalty canceled out personal tastes. You noticed right away your pink dress would make you stand out amongst them even more.Â
âYes,â you nodded. The serpent-rose brooch on his breast gleamed in the sunlight, and you realized San and Hongjoong wore a similar one but in gold. Sons of Asmodeus making themselves known in Eden. Â
âDonât be nervous.â San sat beside you, his fingers sliding between yours to give a comforting squeeze. âLilith will love you. Firstly, youâre her granddaughter and also youâre a woman, so youâre immediately in her good books.â
âYeah, itâs us sheâs going to bear her fangs at,â said Hongjoong, slumped in his seat and gazing out the window. âShe hates men.â
âWhy?â
âShe likes to say itâs because she believes the female spirit should be celebrated and how womanhood is under constant threat of the patriarchy,â he said in a bored tone, âBut everyone knows itâs because of Adam.â
âAdam? Like, âAdam and Eveâ? That Adam?â
âYup. Word was that they were madly in love, but when she disobeyed God, God created Eve to replace her,â he said. âAnd Adam then fell in love with Eve. I donât remember the full story, but apparently Lilith managed to corrupt Eve, kill Adam and then claimed Eden as her own. She brought it down here, and started planting her Garden of Daughters.â
âGarden of Daughters?â
âShe created her children from plants,â explained San, âSo then she could control the sex of the babies. She only wanted girls.â
âEden is a paradise,â Hongjoong smirked to himself. âThe most beautiful women in all of Hell live there. God, I wouldâve given anything to have my pick of them once.â
âWhat changed your mind?â
âYou,â he smiled over at you, giving a subtle wink that warmed your cheeks. âHere, let me fix this.â
He reached over to straighten the pink diamonds hanging from your neck. He did nothing to hide his leering. His eyes stayed directly on your bosom, gently brushing it. When he settled it properly, he traced the back of his finger down to the tiny bit of cleavage. You already saw all the dirty thoughts running through his mind, creating a sly smirk.Â
âYou look beautiful like this,â he pondered, finger tracing over the tops of your breasts. His light touch spread warmth that had nothing to do with the sun. âI personally prefer you naked, but this is a good substitute.âÂ
âSeonghwa told me walking around Eden fully nude isnât âacceptable behaviorâ.â
âAh, what does he know? He always pisses on everyoneâs parade-â
â-You two do know Iâm right here?-â
â-Come here,â Hongjoong beckoned you closer, âGive me a kiss.â
âNo kisses,â Seonghwa pulled him back into his seat. âWe donât have any cold serum on us, and if she walked up to Lilith stinking of your cum, it might deflect from the picture weâre trying to paint.âÂ
âA little one wonât hurt,â he insisted, puckering his lips at you, but you shook your head and laughed.Â
âSeonghwaâs right,â you said. âThereâs plenty of time for kisses later.âÂ
âPromise?â he pouted like a kid being refused candy.Â
âI promise.âÂ
âWhat about me?â Sanâs hand smoothed over your lap to grab your inner thigh, âDo I get kisses later too?â
âAs many as you like,â you told him, âAnd maybe some special ones too?âÂ
âMy favorite,â he smiled, leaning close but forcing himself away in a deep breath. âGosh, I wish I wasnât so damn weak.â
âMe too,â Seonghwa agreed.Â
Your devilish giggle amused the men. Demons didnât differ from humans at all. A little glimpse of your chest or whispered promise of a âspecial kissâ turned them into melted popsicles. Pride fluttered whenever you left one of them wanting more, knowing that even if they'd owned you, you held the power. Your grandmother might see this at work and decide not to hate you.Â
âWhat do you plan to do?â Hongjoongâs question cuts across your thoughts.
âAbout what?â
âYour mom. She's likely there. What are you going to do if you see her?â
âI don't know,â you said, playing with the ribbon bracelet on your wrist. âI haven't seen her in such a long time.â
You really wouldn't know until you saw her yourself. You pictured the last time youâd seen your mother. Itâd been after graduation when you told her youâd be moving in with your friend, Kelly. She begged you to stay; she said sheâd leave your father, and youâd move in together. You didnât believe her. Maybe if youâd agreed to that, you wouldnât have died in a club bathroom, alone and stinking of booze and sweat. Youâre awful. Youâre cruel. You deserved to be in Hell, not her.
âI don't think she'd turn you away,â Seonghwa repeated his words from the greenhouse. âShe loved you, and likely still does.â
âIf she did, she would have known I was here.â It occurred to you that your death preceded hers. She might know you came to Inferno, and doesn't want to see you. You'd understand that, if it were true. âI wouldn't blame her if she didn't.â
âWe'll be right next to you the whole time,â San assured you. âIf she doesn't want you around, then you know you have us.â
The words comforted you regardless of how small. You wondered what Demon Andi looked like. She must be an imposing figure, since she is Lilithâs daughter. You wouldn't care. Seeing her would be enough.Â
The Gardens of Eden laid on the far outskirts of Hell. You knew it when you spotted thirty-foot tall hedges encompassing the land. Women in gold breastplate armor and leather walked along the battlements of the gates, keeping eye for visitors. Mingi, the driver for today, pulled up right to the iron gates where two more female guards stood. You only heard bits and pieces of Mingiâs conversation with the guard. The nerves swirling your guts made it difficult to care. You knew nothing about Lilith. She might be a horrid mistress of darkness whoâd punish you for what youâd done. She might be so offended sheâd strip you of everything. You saw yourself not putting up a fight this time.
Mingi drove through Eden, and you saw the quaint shops and houses lining the stone streets. Everything had some kind of vegetation growing around or on it. From bus benches to official looking buildings, Eden truly looked like Heaven in Hell. The air did not feel so hot, and the sun shined even with thin clouds covering the sky. It was when you arrived at the main âpalaceâ that you paid real attention. Reaching up into the sky, the palace sat on a high hill with three walls descending in size circling the place. Flowers you'd never seen before you poked out of the cracks and overran the gates. It looked magnificent. It reminded you of fairytale castles in picture books. Beautiful. Ethereal.Â
âMingi! Dude, whatâs up?â a female guard beamed brightly at him as he pulled up. âWhat brings you to this side of Inferno?â
âI have a new Sister,â he answered, nodding to the carriage. âSheâs come to see her grandmother.â
The guard brightened at this and peeked into the carriage. Your eyes met hers, and she smiled. âHoly shit,â she laughed, pleased to see you, âWell met, Sister. Weâve been expecting you. Drive on through, Mingi".â
âThanks, Diana.â
Mingi drove into the palace entrance and parked near a horse stable. More people wearing white and gold went to and fro, focused on their daily tasks than the new âSisterâ coming into town. Anxiety doubled when Mingi opened your door. You froze in place, body getting covered in a cold-sweat. You can't do this. You shouldn't do this.Â
âDon't be scared,â San said, offering you his hand to help you out. âI'm right here.â
But, youâd passed the point of no return. Youâd decided youâd go through with this, and you would, no matter what happened. Stepping down from the carriage, you walked with them towards the stone steps leading into the castle.
âRelax,â San said, reassuringly. âLilith is wonderful really. She might have a bad rep, but sheâs very fond of women. She wonât hurt you.â
âSheâs a demon princess who feels sheâs been lied to,â you noted. âShe has every reason to turn me into a frog or a flower or whatever.â
âNot with me around,â he said, kissing your hand. âAs long as Iâm alive, youâre safe, Darling.â
A bundle of peonies on a wall followed you with their âheadsâ. Mama. She loved them.Â
Reaching the tall open doors, more guards stood beside security sensors. Instructed to remove any jewelry or metal items, you did it without thinking. All the castle windows had no glass. Only more plant life. You could feel them feeding off the sun and carbon dioxide in the air, returning it with their own oxygen. Tiny bumblebees floated around flowers on the wall, and butterflies flew near the ceiling. You tried finding comfort in the environment, but it only reminded you of her again. You wished sheâd leave you alone, but also remain in your spirit at the same time. She might not even be here. You might be freaking out for nothing. Passing through security, Mingiâs weapons and a blade San kept hidden were turned into an armory window.
âMy lords!â a female voice chimed.Â
You looked up to see a young woman coming down the steps. In a gown of white muslin, she bowed and greeted the four of you. She wore a tiara of daisies atop her dark hair, and painted the same ones around her thin eyes. Unlike succubi, this woman glowed faintly. Something about her radiated warmth and gentleness. You weren't sure how, but a connection happened between you. This intensified when she locked eyes with you and smiled brightly. You felt as if you knew her, though youâd never met.
âWelcome Sister YN,â she said. âHer Highness has been eagerly waiting for you. We are so glad you've arrived at last. I'm Artemis, Daughter to Lady Rhea. Weâre cousins!â she nearly leapt as she hugged you tightly, giggling with delight.
âA cousin?â you never thought about your extended family. Your mother never mentioned them. She always steered away from the conversation whenever youâd asked. âUm, wow. Nice to meet you.â
âWhere is Her Highness?â Seonghwa asked, searching for her in the large hall.Â
âIn the citrus groves,â Artemis answered, her eyes surveying him. âShe is taking tea there right now. She wishes to see you and your brothers as well.â
âLead on, then.â
Artemis linked her arm with yours to guide you ahead of the men. âI can't believe she invited them here,â she huffed irritably. âMen in Eden. Itâs not right.â
âMen donât live here?â
âNo,â she shook her head. âBefore your mother left us, we werenât allowed to leave Eden. Grandmother said that our walls and gardens are meant to protect us from those who would hurt us.âÂ
âTheyâre not like that,â you told her, recalling how the masters treated you before you gained freedom. âThey might not be Prince Charming, but theyâre good ones.âÂ
âPsh, thereâs no such thing. Youâll see that with time, Sister.â
âMaybe thatâs why theyâre so worried about meeting her,â you said.Â
âThey should be,â she replied. âPrincess Lilith is the Guardian of Eden, the Queen of Flowers, and Mother of Womankind. She protects all women, and celebrates their femininity. Were it not for her, many of us would be pleasure slaves in the slums or working in the circles.â
You tried hiding your face, shame coming over you. You'd made that choice: escaping one evil to end up in another. For a brief moment, you imagined a life where you knew the truth. But, this thought was interrupted by music. Â
A tranquil melody came from somewhere nearby. In a courtyard of flowers, you saw three women sitting on stone benches. They all wore long thin dresses they kept belted at their waists. Hair falling down their backs, they mightâve been mistaken for angels if it werenât for the curled horns and tails poking through their gowns. One woman sat playing a lyre lightly, while the other two harmonized in song. You recognized the language as Latin, or at least you thought so. The women mustâve felt your stare since they gazed up as you walked by. They smiled and waved, and you did the same. Comforting. This castle felt comforting and safe.Â
âGood morrow, Sister,â one passing woman said to you and Artemis.Â
âUm, morning?â
âMorning Sister Calypso.â
âIs everyone here related?â you asked Artemis.Â
âSister is the general term,â she explained. âLadies of Eden see all women as sisters and Princess Lilith is our mother. She birthed most of us in her gardens, while some are granddaughters of different generations.â
âThey mentioned I'm a first-generation granddaughter?â
âYou're one of the first granddaughters.â
âThere are others?â
âOh yes. Princess Lilith had twelve daughters. For instance, Iâm a first generation too because my mother, Rhea, is Lilithâs third daughter.â Artemis then looked at you curiously, âDid you not know that?â
You had twelve aunts? Twelve? âNo. My mother never mentioned them to me.â
âThen this will truly be a grand homecoming!â she beamed, unbothered by your ignorance. âEveryoneâs here! Everyone! Oh, I just know the other girls will be excited to meet you. Youâre all theyâve talked about since this morning. I know Iâve been elated. Itâs always wonderful when a new Sister comes to Eden.âÂ
Artemis then led you into a citrus grove. The fragrant smell of oranges, peaches, lemons, grapefruits and other citrus fruits wafted between the trees. You imagined they stayed ripe and growing regardless of season. Mama had a mango tree once, and sheâd let you pick them when they became ripe. Sheâd love it here, you knew that much.Â
The sound of laughter carried through the trees from up ahead. Your feet turned cold and numb in your sandals, and your sweaty hands skidded on the smooth fabric. The row of trees ended in an archway leading into a small enclosure of more flowers and fruits. At a stone table, three women sat chattering over a game of cards. Two of them wore the white flowing garb of Ladies, while a third wore a peach colored one. She had a golden circlet in her black hair, several purple orchids molded into the band. Her otherworldly appearance intimidated and fascinated you. Her long horns stretched behind her, and she'd put gold bands around her short tail. This was Lilith, your grandmother.Â
âGrandmother,â Artemis brought you through the archway, âOur new Sister has arrived.â
All three women turned when you approached. Lilith gazed upon you, studying from afar. For a moment, you worried sheâd transform you into a plant or bug to stomp on you, but no. Instead, the Queen of Flowers smiled fondly. All three women stood up from the table, and she walked over to you. Crimson eyes scanned over your face many times, as if examining a beautiful painting.
âWell, look at you,â she finally said, lifting your chin to turn your face side to side. âOh,â she sighed, âSuch a gorgeous flower. You really do look like Andromeda. If youâd come to me from the beginning, you wouldâve flourished so well here.â
âThank you, Your Highness?â
She laughed, a chime in the wind, âCall me âGrandmotherâ, darling. Every Sister here does.âÂ
Her warmth turned icy as she gazed upon Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and San behind you. âMy lords,â she said coldly, hands clasped in front of her, âWelcome to Eden.â
âThank you for inviting us, Your Highness,â Seonghwa said with a curt bow. âIt's a pleasure to see you again, Auntie.â
âIt'd be a merrier occasion if it weren't marred by current events. Tell me,â she stepped forward, âWhen did you plan on informing me of my granddaughter?âÂ
âAs soon as her paperwork went through,â Seonghwa answered. âI swear, Your Highness, we didn't know she was a cambion. We were equally surprised when her powers began flourishing. I suspect being in a demonic environment triggered her dormant abilities. We, of course, would have told you once we had confirmation of who and what she was. YN wanted to visit right away, but we told her we should wait. This delay wasnât her fault at all.â
âAnd how long had she been your pleasure slave?â This question stunned the men, so she continued, âDemons such as yourselves would not take up a beauty like YN because she's a good servant. I am more than aware of a man's appetites and inability for self-control. How long?â
âThree months or so,â he answered honestly.Â
Her disapproval came out in a soft grunt.Â
âWe never did anything Lady YN didn't already want,â he continued. âWe would never do anything to hurt YN.â
âAs far as you know, boy,â she said spitefully. âYN?â her tone suddenly turned soft again as she turned to you. âIs this true?â
âYes,â you admitted, looking into her eyes. âYou might look down on that-I don't know- but I have enjoyed living with them. They treat me well there, and even more so now that I'm no longer a slave.â
She considered this. Like with Seonghwa, you felt her surveying you. âIs that so?â you saw a teasing smirk cross face, âYou're a true Lady of Eden then. I only ask because men can be aggressive when they want something a woman won't give them,â she told you gently. âYou were a slave for so long. Imagining what men put you through sickens me. If I knew about you earlier, you'd be living here where you're safe.âÂ
âShe's perfectly safe with us, Auntie,â San said. âI'd never let anyone or anything harm YN. She has become very special to all of us.â
âShe also has a bodyguard who watches over her day and night,â Seonghwa added.Â
âWith those plants of hers, she's not exactly a helpless kitten anymore,â Hongjoong said. âHer blood is poisonous and her pets are very protective of her.â
âPets?â
âThe plants in my greenhouse,â you told her. âSeonghwa's experiments. They went a long time without being taken care of, so I have been watching over them. Theyâre pretty attached to me, I think.â
âHow intriguing,â she said, as if the plants weren't Seonghwaâs idea. She wrapped her arm around yours, âI will take YN from here. You three can wait in the parlor. I think youâll find it satisfactory.â
âThank you, Your Highness.âÂ
Seonghwa lightly kissed your cheek, âSee you soon, love.â
âDonât do anything I wouldnât,â teased Hongjoong before he kissed you, âOr anything that I would.â
âIâll be counting the minutes until I see you again, Darling,â San said in his crooning tone that made you laugh. You laughed in his gentle kiss, shaking your head.Â
âUgh, just go,â you said, pushing gently. You watched them leave, putting them to memory before turning to your grandmother. Her confused expression worried you. âSorry,â you said quickly, âItâs how we, uh, you know, say goodbye.âÂ
She nodded, wrapped her arm around yours and started walking. âHow long have you been in Inferno, sweetling?â she asked, not going to touch the romantic display of affection.Â
âAbout eight or nine years now,â you admitted, wondering if you should have kissed them in front of her.Â
âWhere did you end up when you arrived?â
âCircle of Lust.â
âAs expected,â she snorted, leading you out of the enclosure and through the grove. âA woman as beautiful as you no doubt had plenty of lovers in her lifetime.â
âI might have had a few.â
âHow did you pass?â
Shame suddenly came over you. You felt cold as you said, âI overdosed in a bathroom.â
Lilith remained silent a minute, mulling over the information. âHow tragic,â she finally said, âThat mustâve been terrible for you.â
âI guess. I donât remember much of it, to be honest. I remember getting super dizzy, and throwing up in the toilet. There was this terrible pain in my chest, so I was breathing hard and choking on the vomit. I sort of, I guess, knew I was dying? I started panicking which made everything worse. When I got here, I was in this big forest for a super long time. I didnât even know what I was looking for to be honest.â
âNobody does. That is the purpose of the forest, but you found it eventually. Oh,â she frowned, âI canât imagine how terrified youâd been. The circles are not gentle places. I understand why you might have chosen to be a pleasure slave.â
âI wanted to escape the circle, and that was the only way.â
Her face soured at that. No doubt hearing about her granddaughter working in a brothel upset her deeply. âHow disgusting,â she said, âThose pigs in the slums peddling my daughters and granddaughters to the highest bidders. Iâve seen the conditions those women live in, and itâs despicable. Iâd burn the whole damn brothel district to the ground if I could. But, as thatâs Asmodeusâs territory, I have no authority there.â
âBut, I bet any man who lingers around here ends up in worse shape than if heâd stayed away?â
She smirked, âItâs happened quite a lot. Those demons in the city like sneaking in here to try getting at my girls. The last time one of them did that, I had the scum broken on the wheel. Nobody touches my girls. Nobody.â You heard the bite in her voice as she brought you out of the citrus groves and through a garden path. âEvery woman ever born is a giver of life. We take care of the home and hearth; we endure and persevere against the men who do us harm; we fight and stand up for ourselves and our sisters. Our plants,â she stopped by a flower wall, âOur special Eden are our children and our protectors.â She cradled one blossom in her hand, brushing the supple petals with her thumb. âNature is strong. Iâve seen tornadoes level out entire towns in a single night. I have witnessed the oceans rise and drown thousands of people. I wanted all my daughters to be nature personified, strong and resilient against the odds.â
âThatâs admirable,â you stood beside her, taking in the floral wall. âI donât know if your ideals got through to all your daughters.â
She paused, sadness in her eyes, âAndromeda.â
âAndromeda. She let my father abuse her for years. She took every hit and insult instead of fighting back. If she was a demon, why did she let that happen?â
âNot all strength is physical,â she explained. âIt takes lots of endurance and courage to remain in a relationship like that one. I imagine she put up with it for you.â
âFor me?â
âIf your father hadnât beat your mother, he certainly wouldâve turned on you. Andromeda would take a hundred punches for you. I know sheâd jump in front of a knife or a bullet for you.âÂ
Deep down, you knew she spoke the truth. You couldnât count the amount of times your mother got between you and your father. Sheâd find a way to redirect his anger to her, so his fists landed on her face instead of yours.Â
And you abandoned her.Â
âIs she here?â
âShe is. Where did you think I was taking you?â
You left the flowers behind and she brought you into another part of the massive castle gardens.
ââŠHeâs got something that I canât resist, but he doesnât even know that I-I-I exist.â
You heard her before you saw her. Her soft voice moved through towards you like a lighthouse in a bay. Lilith let you go ahead of her while she hung back by the entrance. Surrounded by all varieties of flora, you gulped down the ball in your throat. In a thin dress of pale blue, Lady Andromeda looked different from Andi YLN. Cream-colored horns stuck upwards in waves, with a short matching tail. She wore a headscarf to keep her hair out of her face like at home. Tears burned your eyes looking at her. Every terrible thing you ever said filled your ears and made the feeling worse.
âOther fellas, call me up for a date, but I just sit and wait. Iâd rather concentrate on Johnny AngelâŠ"â
Her voice sounded exactly the same. It washed over you like a cool breeze on a hot day. With her hair held back, you saw her profile. The shape of her nose matched yours, but her jawline came out sharper. Soft lips curled into a smile as she tended to the garden bed. You recognized tomato plants by the ripe fruits hanging off the vines. Sheâd wept when you walked out of the house, duffle bag over your shoulder and anger in your chest. She begged you to come back. She pleaded for you to stay with her; she said youâd be safer with her. You never wondered what she meant by that. You watched her withered hands work the soil gently, pulling weeds from the bottom. Her singing brought the old favorite back to you, and it came out as easily as breathing.
âAnd pray that someday heâll love me, and together we will see how lovely heaven will beâŠâ
The lyrics stamped into your memory flowed out shakily. They came through your thick tears, which flowed freely down your cheeks to your jaw. She stopped singing right away. Her hands stayed in the dirt, staring at the plants. Slowly, your mother turned her head to look at you. Regret brought forth more tears as you stepped into the sunshine. Her eyes, a similar shade to yours, stared at you in shock and disbelief.
âYN?â she whispered your name, hands curling into her dress. âIs thatâŠâ
âHi Mama.â
Andromeda carefully stood up and faced you. She nervously walked towards you, drinking in the vision of you. You looked over her face again, remembering every smile. Any moment, you expected claws to sink into your shoulders to drag you from her. Theyâll pierce your skin, whispering the hurtful things you said and claimed. You werenât worthy of this reunion. You should never have dared show your face to her. The closer she came, the more tears she shed. She hates you.
âLittle AndiâŠâ she said, âMy honey cakeâŠLook at you,â she exhaled through her chest, âYouâre so beautiful; so much more than I ever imagined.â
âIâm sorry, Mama.â
You sobbed, and there she came. She wrapped her arms around you, the scent of peonies in her skin and hair. Each sob wracked through your body, uncontrollable in every breath. The trembling went from shoulders to hands; you thought you might get weak knees from it. Every argument. Every disparaging remark. Every time you ever told yourself you hated her rushed back. She'd done so much for you, and you'd kicked her to the curb.Â
âI left you alone,â you cried. âI left you alone. Iâm sorry, Mama. Iâm so sorry.â
âHush now, sweet baby,â she cooed, stroking your hair and pecking your temple. âI expected it to happen, if Iâm honest. Daughters of Lilith are hard to keep locked up forever.â She finally lifted your head from her shoulder and cupped your head in her hands. âThe only one I couldnât forgive was myself.â
âFor what?â you asked through your tears.
âFor not telling you things in the first place,â she said. âI should have. Maybe if I'd been honest, things may have turned out differently. Look,â she released you, though still holding your hands, âLetâs have some tea and we can talk about whatever you want.â
You nodded, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand before she withdrew her handkerchief.
She wiped your cheeks for you, studying your face again. âI bet you were a maneater up there,â she smirked knowingly. âI used to laugh at any boy who ended up infatuated with you. They had no idea who they were getting into.â
âI know. I remember.â
âLucas,â she called out into the air, âLucas!â
âYour Highness?â a young boy materialized from the thick hedges, dressed in an outfit made of leaves like Peter Pan. Only difference was his scarlet eyes and the tiny horns sticking out of his head. An Imp.Â
âWeâll take afternoon tea in the west gazebo today.â
âRight away, my lady.â
She guided you out of her plot and towards the western side of the garden. âWhat have you learned about yourself so far?â she asked on the way there.
âThat I can regrow plants and talk to them,â you said.
âThatâs all? Hm, weâll have to fix that.â
You couldnât take your eyes off her. You worried if you did, sheâd disappear.Â
âMama,â you said, âWhat happened after I left?â
âNot now, YN.â
âDid he get better? Worse?â
âYN.â
âI want to know, Mama,â you told her. âI left you behind. I want to know what ended up happening. He couldnât have been happy about it.â
She sighed, âHe wasn't. He saw it as another servant walking out on him. He didn't even change after I gave him pestilence.â
âPestilence?â
âSickness curse. It can take any form of illness, and your father's turned into cirrhosis of the liver,â she said. âThe doctors told us it was too advanced and irreversible. They could've done a transplant, but heâd be on a waiting list for a while. He ended up dying before then.â You caught a shadow of a smile on her face, âHe was told to stop drinking, and you knew your dad. He always did whatever he wanted; he never listened to anyone, no matter how good the advice. I woke up one day and found him throwing up everywhere. He died at the hospital.â
âYou called me,â you said guiltily, âAnd I ignored your call.â
âI know.â
âI shouldnât have. I should have gone home for the funeral at least.â
âI wouldnât have wanted you to.â
She brought you to a wooden gazebo in the middle of a circular garden. Two small children had set up a spread for tea time. At least, they looked like children. You learned a long time ago demon imps often resembled children. The sole difference between an Imp and demon offspring were the eyes: Imps had dark glowing eyes, while demon children only had crimson rings. She brought you over to the table, where theyâd set up an afternoon tea setting with tea, finger sandwiches, scones and small tartlets and cakes. You had no appetite. The sadness sitting inside you took up too much space.Â
âWhy would you not want me to come home?â you asked her, watching her prepare a cup of tea. You almost did not want to know the answer, but asked.Â
âThey would have found you.â
You paused, not noticing the Imp placing a finger sandwich on your plate. âWho?â
âDemons.â She paused for a moment, eating her sandwich then said, âI didnât want you to end up here, YN. Itâs why I did not register you. Itâs why I tolerated and endured your father. His wickedness kept away any demons who mightâve tried sneaking into our home. If they discovered you, they wouldâve taken you away from me. IâŠâ she let a small dandelion wrap around her finger, watching it coil like a snake until it sprouted past her fingertip, âI told myself when I left home that Iâd follow my own path. I told myself that just because I was a demon did not mean I must live like them. I knew if I had any children, my mother would send demons to bring them here. I didnât want that. I wanted you to grow up away from this, but it seems it found you anyways.â
âI donât know, Ma,â you said, âThis place is pretty awesome. Where Iâm living right now is pretty bitchinâ too.â
She snorted, âWhy am I not surprised? My mother will never admit that Asmodeusâs boys always come out so handsome. I just hope they didn't force themselves upon you.â
âNot at all. I like them.â
âOnly like?â
âI haven't lived with them very long,â you said.Â
You took her in as she ate and drank tea. She couldn't be there. This wasn't real. Any second this dream would turn dark and bleak, with its claws forcing you away again. Ever since you arrived at the Black Keep, Mama came to you more and more. You found yourself thinking of sunny days and fresh lemonade. The sight of her sitting so near felt unreal to you; another daydream brought to life to torment you.Â
âWhy did you leave here in the first place?â you asked her. âSeonghwa mentioned something about not being able to leave here?â
âHe's right,â she nodded. âBefore my return, Ladies of Eden were forbidden to leave the city. My mother claimed it was to keep us safe, but that never sat right with me. I shared the same sentiments as you: I wanted to break free. Eden might be heaven in hell, but it felt so suffocating. Instead of cherishing my darling plants, I felt restrained by their vines. There was a whole world beyond this garden city waiting to be explored. So, one night, when everyone slept, I dug a tunnel and escaped,â she shrugged. âI went to the living world and decided to make a new life there.â
âDidn't you miss it here?â
âI did. I thought about going back several times,â she admitted, eating a finger sandwich. âBut then I met your father and things changed.â
âThey did?âÂ
âYes,â she nodded. âHe wasn't the way you remember him.â She smiled softly, âHe was charismatic and charming. He liked flowers, poetry and music. We used to go to dances and dance the night away, drinking and kissing. I never felt that way for anyone before. I'd never fallen for a man. I'd been taught they were violent, evil beings, but your father didn't seem that way.â
âThen he became a drunken asshole.â
âYour father went through a lot during the war, honey,â she said. âA lot of men did back then. I tried getting through to him, but nothing I said worked. Your fatherâŠ.A part of him died on the battlefield, I think.â
âIs heâŠâ you felt afraid to ask, âIs he here? In Hell?â
âNo,â she shook her head, âHe went to Purgatory when he died.â
âReally?â
âHe hadn't sinned enough to end up here but wasn't good enough for Paradise,â she said. âIn Purgatory, he can repent and earn his way there. Kind of like how people here can fight in the arena to win their ticket to Purgatory.â
âHave you seen him?â
âNo.â
âWould you ever want to?â
She hesitated, sipping from her tea cup. âYes.â
âReally? Why?â
âI don't know. To slap him? To kiss him? To tell him that I hated him, loved him, missed him, wanted him dead, wanted him alive? I don't know, darling.â You watched her grow a daffodil from out of her palm. She looked at it with forlorn eyes, âWe had our first kiss in this meadow outside of town. He blew on a daffodil, and when I asked him what he wished for, he said he wished for me to kiss him.â She laughed softly, âI loved him so much back then. I thought he was the love of my life.â
âYou thought?â
âYes, until I met someone else.â She looked over at you, tears in her eyes and daffodils spiraling around her fingers. âYou were the most precious being I'd ever seen. I realized I hadn't known true love until you came. I held you in my arms that night in complete disbelief. I couldn't believe a creature like me created something so pure and innocent. I never loved anything as wonderful as-YN?â
And you hated her. You, her true love, hated and ignored her. She loved you beyond all reason, never giving up on you once, and there you'd been: in your designer outfits scowling as you held the phone to your ear. You couldn't imagine the heartache you'd caused. Tears stung around your sinuses, and you sniffled them away until they poured back out. Your head fell into your hands, body shaking in each hard sob. The day you died must have been the worst day of her entire life. When her gentle hands touched your arm, you knew she'd comfort you like she always did.Â
âCome here,â she said, gradually pulling you to face her. With your body turned to her, your mother tenderly removed your hands from your face.Â
âWhy don't you hate me?â you asked her thickly.Â
âI'm incapable of hating you,â she answered, tears starting to form in her eyes. âEven when you walked out of my life, I loved you. You might understand that some day, but I couldn't hate you ever.â She wiped your tears with her handkerchief again, âI do wish you'd stayed with me, but I knew you had to go. I knew you had to spread your wings and fly away from home, even if that leaving me-â
â-I was so mean to you,â you rasped. âI never called or wrote to you. I told people I either didn't have a mom or that we don't talk anymore. Mama,â you took both her hands, âI used to like telling myself I lived with no regrets. But, I've realized that isn't true. I regret cheating people out of their money. I regret getting high in the bathroom. I regret being cruel to you, Mama,â you said in a breath. âI regret drifting away and never looking back. Maybe if I had-â
â-Let's not live with âMaybeâ,â she interrupted. âShe's a bitch and says mean things.â She tucked hair from your face and said, âI donât hold it against you, love. It mustâve seemed that way to you because you didnât know the truth. I should have told you. Thereâd been so many times where I considered it, but by the time I decided, youâd already gone. The past is the past, sweetheart. The best thing the two of us can do is move forward from it.â She kissed your cheek, and you basked in the comfort of her kiss. âEat something. You must be so hungry.â
The two of you sat there for what felt like hours. You learned everything about her then: her birth, her escape, and her life in the living world until she met your father and had you. You told her about your flashy, living fast life before your death. Lovers, enemies and friends all sprung back to you as you talked. You wondered, as you told her a story about a night at a club, if you lived a fulfilling life. It sounded so shallow out loud. You never made lasting connections, never settled down or stopped to relax. Everything was money, sex and power. Nothing meaningful remained to you.Â
âThink of it like this,â she said when you told her this, âYou're getting a second chance.â
âA second chance?â
âYou're not a prisoner here anymore,â she said. âYou're getting a second life down here; you can make those connections and have that meaningful feeling, whatever they might be.â She hesitated before saying, âYou can start with those handsome men who adore you already.â
âThey just like screwing me,â you scoffed.Â
âIt doesnât seem that way to me.â
âYouâve only seen me with them for a few minutes, and we werenât really talking to one another.â
She laughed at your words. âI donât need to see it to feel it. I saw the four of you together, and I immediately sensed their protectiveness over you. How Seonghwa was quick to tell your grandmother that none of it was your fault; San holding your hand so comfortingly, telling you it would be okay-â
â-How?âÂ
âThe flowers, Darling,â she said, the daffodil sprouted brand new as her words. âSons of Lust do not attach to partners very easily. Most of them never marry or take up personal slaves. Yet, here are three of them being more than fond of a single person.â She let the flower swirl around her hand, âWhen you can see through your flowers, youâll be able to watch them as much as they watch over you.âÂ
âMy flowersâŠWhen can I learn how to do that?â
âWith time and practice.â She then said, âI can teach you. If anyone should be showing you how to hone your talents, it should be another botanical sorceress, not a bunch of horny incubi.âÂ
âYouâd do that?â
âOf course I would,â she smiled. âWhy would I not? I wouldâve been your teacher if youâd known sooner. You could also learn from your aunts, your cousins, your nieces-â
â-I have nieces?!-â
â-And your grandmother, of course, will insist on teaching you. Theyâre all masters in various aspects of our kind, so you wouldnât be missing out on anything.â
âWeâd love to teach you!â
You and your mother turned to see two women standing a few feet away. The blond wore a soft yellow gown while the brunette wore a lavender dress with floral borders. When they smiled at you, a special kind of warmth surged in your chest. You had never seen these women in your life, yet you felt as if you knew them. The same feeling you had with Artemis.
âYN,â your mother stood up and you copied her, âThese are two of your aunts: Gaia,â the blond curtsied, âAnd Rhea.â
âHello,â you smiled at them.Â
âYou really do look like Andromeda,â Rhea said in a low voice, marveling over you as they approached. âI always wondered what natural born daughters might look like. My own girls hardly look anything like me.â
âNeither do mine.â
âYour daughters? You mean, my cousins, right?â
âYes,â Gaia giggled. âIf a certain someone,â she shot a look to your mother, âHad told us about you in the beginning, you wouldâve known all of us. Oh,â she hugged you tightly, which made you laugh, âHow weâre so glad youâre here! Weâre always happy to welcome a new daughter!â
âYou had your turn, Sister,â Rhea told your mother, âWeâre taking her to the rose gardens now.â
âNo, Sisters, I think thatâs too soon.â
âToo soon for a girl to meet the rest of her family?â she questioned, already taking your hand in hers. âMother insists on it.âÂ
âMy girls are going to love you!â Gaia beamed.Â
*****
The rose gardens must've been an Eden daughter hangout. Several poofs, pillows and blankets scattered around like picnic spots with a pavilion in the center. Underneath it sat a group of girls in the flowing dressdz and floral crowns of Eden Ladies. They appeared to be chatting together with a spread of food and drinks in front of them. All of them looked like the epitome of beauty. You understood what Hongjoong meant by wishing he could stay. You would too, if you were him.Â
âLadies!â Gaia clapped her hands for attention, âLadies!â
The girls all turned to look at her. âYour cousin is here,â Rhea said with a smile. âLady YN, Marchioness of the Trees and a Lady of Eden. Sheâs your Aunt Andromedaâs daughter, so she's your first gen-â
â-Cousin!â The group cried in unison, rushing down the steps to you.Â
You didn't have a moment to breathe before they were on you. Kisses, tight hugs and excited squeals surrounded you. Somehow, the group guided you over to the pillows and blankets in the pavilion without you realizing. You finally got a look at all four of them: you recognized Artemis, but you didn't know the other three. They all wore different flowers in their hair, likely signifying something about them.Â
âUm, uh, hi?â you began with uncertainty.Â
âYN,â Artemis began, âAllow me to introduce our first cousins: This is Kali, Aunt Rhea's daughter,â the brunette with the button nose and square jaw waved, âThis is Hera, Aunt Aurora's daughter,â the freckled red haired girl smiled, âAurora's your mother's sister; you haven't met her yet.â
âOkay, cool.â
âAnd I'm Hestia!â the youngest of them chimed in. She had lilies weaved into her long, coarse braid, and large almond eyes. âSister Freyaâs my mother. You haven't met her either but she's going to be thrilled when you do. We heard about you this morning, and we've gotten a bunch of stuff ready for you.â
âLike what?â
âYour garden patch for one,â said Hera. âWe put all the tools you might need, if you're the kind to tend the plants by hand. I personally prefer using magic, but everyone's different.â
âThere's also your room,â Kali said. âGrandmother said you can sleep in the room next to Andromedaâs, so you guys are together.â
âHow was your talk with her?â asked Artemis curiously. âMy mother said she'd kept you a big secret from us. You guys must have had fun catching up.â
âIt wasâŠspecial, for sure. I never thought I'd see her again,â you said. âI didn't know I was part demon until Seonghwa and his brothers bought me. Well,â you thought for a moment, âThey technically stole me since San killed my previous owner-â
â-You were a slave?â asked Hestia, her eyes wide. âHow terrible!â
âYeah, for a while. But, it's how I found out who and what I am.â
âWait, you mentioned Seonghwa,â said Kali. âAsmodeusâs son?â
âYeah.â You saw their unsettled glances, âWhy? What's wrong with that?â
âIt's not that it'sâŠâ she exchanged a glance with Hera, who hid a giggle behind her hand. She then blurted out, âOh my god, what are they like?!â
âHuh?â
âAre they romantic? Passionate?â
âWhat stuff do they like?!â
âTheyâre so dreamy,â Hestia swooned. âSeonghwaâs eyes are like deep pools I could stare in forever. Heâs so sophisticated and smart.âÂ
âHongjoongâs such a rebel,â said Hera, the tips of her ears turning pink. âHe never does anything people tell him; he doesnât act like the other men that come here. Theyâre all so boring.â
âAnd heâs so exciting!â beamed Kali. âI heard he used to go to the brothels in the city and buy the whole house for himself. One girl said he could go for hours.âÂ
âUgh, gross,â said Aretmis with her arms crossed. âI can't believe you three. Daughters of Lilith fawning over useless man-things. It's shameful.â
âIt's okay to look, Sister,â Hera reasoned. âWe like men but we don't like them,â she explained to you. âThey like seeing us women as playthings, so why shouldn't we see them the same way?âÂ
âI get that,â you nodded. âI used to be the same way. Men liked to use me, so I used them back. It definitely got me farther than it did for them.â
âOoh, tell us more!â
You spent some time telling the girls about your experiences with men. From high school athletes to hot shot business guys, every man youâd slept with gained you something in return. Whether it be popularity, a higher status or money, you never hooked up with someone unless it benefitted you. The meaningful relationships you could have built really turned into stepping stones to something better. Once a guy began boring you or lost his purpose in your life, you found another. The men in clubs or bars were the morsels you devoured in between. Some treated you well, others not so much. By the time you entered enslavement, youâd learned how men think and act.
âThey donât act any differently down here,â you shrugged, picking at a grape from the spread. âIt was rough at first, but once I figured out my place in the world, I adapted to it.â
âThat must have been difficult still,â Artemis frowned. âHaving men abuse you night after night, being demeaned and having your dignity stripped off you little by littleâŠIâm surprised youâre not sick or pregnant from being in those places.â
âI guess I was lucky,â you shrugged.Â
âThen you were bought by our uncles,â said Kali.Â
âIn a way. Theyâre saints compared to the way some men before have treated me.â
âWhat I can't get over is how you disrespected so many of your fellow women,â Artemis said. âWomen are blood through our feminine spirit. You went around sleeping with other womensâ husbands and boyfriends to satisfy and secure your own needs. You speak about ruining people's relationships as if it doesn't matter to you. Didn't that bother you?â
âIt does now, I suppose. I never thought of it like that. Breaking people up wasn't my intention.â
âOnly an unexpected result,â she drawled.Â
âBut, they weren't the only casualties in your search for power and money,â Hera noted, sipping from a wine cup. âYou were hurt as well. You might have not known it at the time, but those fleeting relationships left you empty inside. I know they must have. None of your lovers stayed, did they? They always picked their wives or girlfriends over you, didn't they?â
âFunny you mentioned that,â you said, finding the irony humorous. âI told my mother the same thing. I spent so much of my life floating around that I didn't make anything lasting. The friendships I had were shallow and self-serving. The romantic relationships I built could be torn down in minutes. I thought I was living at the time, and in a way I did, but was I really?âÂ
You heard the hedge nearby shift slightly, and every nerve in you stiffened. As the girls discussed their opinions on men, you took a whiff of the downwind scent. Cinnamon. Candy. Roses. Your boyfriends clearly hadn't gone to the men's quarters as directed.Â
âGetting married and having children isnât a marker of having lived well,â said Hestia. âThatâs what my mother says. It can be for some people, but not everyone.â
âBeing charitable, loving with your heart and building a home and community of people you care about,â said Artemis. âScheming, cheating, lying, and ruining others' lives in pursuit of your own desires doesnât sound meaningful to me. It sounds exhausting. It sounds lonely and sad at the end. Burning so many bridges leads to loneliness. Iâm not saying you need to be best friends with everyone, but having people who love you isnât bad.â
âMy mother loved me,â you said out loud, though you hadnât thought about it. âShe loved me regardless of what I did or said. IâŠâ you stopped eating the grapes. That sinking guilt weighed down your stomach, âI never met anyone who loved me so unconditionally.â
âAs it should be.â
Their scent came to you once more. You turned your head to the bushes and called out.Â
âI know you guys are there!â
âHuh?â Artemis looked in their direction, âWho's here?â
âSeonghwa, Hongjoong and San.â
âWhere?â asked Hestia hopefully.Â
âBehind the bushes,â you nodded toward the tall hedges lining the garden. âWe know youâre there!â
âThey're not allowed here,â the eldest said, crossing her arms. She stood up as she said, âCome out of the bushes, you! My grandmother is going to be livid when she finds out you're not in the men's area.â
âWe come in peace, oh Divine One,â Hongjoong broke through the hedge first, hands up in surrender. âWe wanted to make sure our beloved wasn't upset. She was nervous about coming, and we got worried.â
âAs you can see, she's fine,â she replied. âYou can leave.â
âLast time I checked,â Seonghwa and San appeared next, âYou were a rank below us, so you can't tell us what to do, Marchioness.â
Artemis scowled, unable to refute this. âLet them stay, Cousin,â Kali said. âThey obviously aren't here to hurt any of us.â
âHm, yes,â she said spitefully, âTheyâre here to collect their plaything. YNïżœïżœS a free woman now, and she doesn't need your permission or supervision to be here. So, go.â
âHow was your visit, Darling?â San asked, ignoring her as he approached you. âI hope it didn't go too badly.â
ââDarlingâ?â Artemis scoffed. âYou even call her by demeaning nicknames?â
âIt's not demeaning,â you told her. âI let them call me by their little pet names. It's cute,â you grinned back at San. âIt went better than I thought. We sat and talked over tea for a while. I didn't realize exactly how much I missed her until then.â
âGrandmother will be furious if she finds out you're here.â
âBut you ladies are so much more fun than that boring room,â said Seonghwa sitting between you and Hestia. âThere isn't anything for me to do in there,â he told her, letting the suggestion linger to make the young woman giggle and blush. âWhat's your name, beautiful one?â
âHestia,â she said shyly.Â
âThat's a beautiful name. You're one of Aurora's daughters, right?â
âNo, Freyaâs,â she shook her head.Â
âAh, yes, of course,â he said in fake realization. âYou know, she's my favorite cousin.â
âReally?â
âYes, and you're just as lovely as her.â.Â
âHi Hongjoong,â Hera said timidly, playing with her hair as he sat with her and Kali.
âHello Hera,â he replied kindly. âHello Kali.â
âYou remember us?â Hera asked with a sweet smile.Â
âHow could I forget you two? The dance you both did at the Hallowâs Eve festival wasâŠinspiring,â he smirked at their bashful faces.Â
You couldn't help the stab of jealousy seeing the flirtation. San caught onto this right away, âIt gets us to stay here,â he explained. âWe wanted to see you. It really is boring in the menâs quarters. It's literally just a room with a table and a chair.â
âI still don't like it.â
âFlirting doesn't mean they love you less, Darling,â he said, brushing hair from your shoulder. âIt's a bit of fun, that's all. You can have fun with us too,â he pecked your lips, âLots of it.â
You chuckled softly, âIs this all I do for you? Turn you on?â
âYou actually make me incredibly soft,â he admitted. âI used to think I had no weaknesses; I thought I was unstoppable, invincible. But then one night this human slave dressed as a succubus came into my life, looked at me with innocent eyes and became my everything. I only think of you. No matter where I am or what I'm doing, you're in the back of my mind. I know they feel the same way,â he nodded over to his brothers. âIt's just in us to do this. We thought flirting with some of them might get us a ticket out of that stupid room. And, I don't know about you, it seems like it's working.â
âThey need to go,â Artemis said once more.
âArtemis, they're not hurting anyone,â Kali said, smiling at Hongjoong. He relished in the attention from the two women, whispering to Hera who giggled. âThat men's room really gets boring, and there's no food there.â
âYou must be hungry, my lord,â said Hera.Â
âFamished,â Hongjoong replied. They both chuckled when she fed him s strawberry.
âMe too,â said Seonghwa. âBut, I think a kiss might stave off my hunger. Don't you think so, Hestia?â
âA kiss? Oh myâŠâ she said, tucking hair behind her ear. âMy grandmother would be upset if she heard I'd kissed you.â
âWhich is why no kissing is happening,â snapped Artemis. âCan't you see what they're doing? You girls should be ashamed of giving into their charms so easily. Ladies of Eden don't conduct themselves like pleasure slaves. Grandmother will be furious when she finds out.â
âI can kiss more than one of you,â said Hongjoong, turning to her. âI've heard your kisses are quite sweet, Lady Artemis.â
âSo did I,â Seonghwa grinned. âKissing doesn't hurt. We can show you, if you'd like.â
âNo, because I'm not that kind of woman,â she said crossly. âI'm getting Diana.â
âCome on, Artemis,â you spoke up. âThey're only talking. Okay, flirting too,â you said distastefully, âBut it's not like they're trying to hurt them.â
âYou don't understand, YN. Men aren't allowed in Eden in the first place. Their intentions are never good, ever.â
âHello, Lady Artemis.â Mingiâs deep voice came from behind her. Your bodyguard stood at the top step, hands in his pockets and a soft smile on his face. âIt's nice to see you again.â
âHello, Mingi,â she faced him, irritated by the menâs sudden appearance. âI was just telling your masters that they can't be here and neither can you.â
âI'm only a servant. I have no power over my masters, as you well know.â He took a step to her, âI thought we could go to your archery range? I saw you had a new bow and quiver, and I wondered if I could try it out.â
âReally?â she said, unconvinced. âSo your masters can defile my sisters?â
âDefile is a harsh word. My masters never take a woman against her wishes, and you have my word on that.â
You saw him go closer to her, and by his soft eyes and smile, he worked his own incubus magic on her. San turned your head to him, and he kissed the corner of your mouth. His fingers trailed from the nape of your neck to your collarbone. You shuddered when he reached the neckline of your dress.Â
âCan I see them?â he asked, kissing your neck. âI haven't seen them in so long. I need to touch them or I'll go insane.â
âHere? In the place you're not supposed to be that hates men who objectify women?â you laughed, amused by his eagerness.
âI'll risk it.â
âShe broke a man on the wheel. I donât know what that means, but it sounds awful.â
âAgain,â he kissed your neckline, âI'll risk it. Besides, look at them.â
You turned to see Seonghwa giving flustered Hestia gentle kisses that slowly grew deeper. Hera and Kali took turns kissing Hongjoong, who rested against a pillar as both women felt up his chest. Mingi managed to lure Artemis away from the pavilion, leaving all of you alone. You thought your cousins might eventually snap out of it, and slap your boyfriends. However, things only became more heated, especially when Kali slipped her gown off her shoulders to show Hongjoong her breasts. He sighed when Hera did the same, groping one from each of them.Â
âWould you like me to touch you?â you heard Seonghwa whisper to Hestia, âOr do you want to keep kissing a bit more?â
âCan we kiss a bit more?â
âOf course. Whatever you want to do, my lady.âÂ
He laid her down against the pillows, resting at her side as he continued kissing her. Sanâs lips distracted you once again, and you looked at him. âI suppose you can have a little peek,â you said, pushing down the top half of your dress and showing him the matching pink bra.Â
You put his hands on them, inhaling when he squeezed them softly. San rested you on the cushions behind you as he started kissing down to your cleavage. He lifted your dress over your thighs, settling between them and tugging your bra under your tits. San let out a soft moan once he revealed them, then bent to kiss each of them. Your hands slid from the back of his neck into his hair, gripping the short strands to guide him over them. You could hear distant muffled moaning and soft kisses from nearby, but you became too entranced by Sanâs mouth on your nipples. Your brain connected each spark of pleasure to the spots his tongue hit, whimpering when he rapidly flicked one of them. A part of you knew how bad this might look. You knew you should stop, go home, and continue there. But, Sanâs cock brushed your naked core, and you slowly floated off.Â
âYouâre not wearing panties,â he whispered, kissing your lips softly.Â
âThey show through the dress layers,â you said. âMight be why everyone around here wears them. I think I might adopt the style.â
âJust to torture me, right?â he said, cupping your tits to suck your hard nipples.Â
âNo,â you shook your head, âTo tease you all so much you bend me over the nearest surface and pound my pussy hard and fast.â
âYou wouldnât need to with those lips.âÂ
âItâs not as fun if Iâm only kissing you to get dick,â you replied. You reached down to his groin where you felt his bulge. âI like getting it the old fashioned way.â
âThen Iâll give it to you the old fashioned way.âÂ
Heâd started unbuckling his pants when a pale pink blur brushed near you. âWhat the hell is going on here?â
Your mother stood in the middle of the pavilion, hands on hips and outrage on her face. Her âscary momâ face. Even years later in Hell, that face still struck fear in you. Quickly, you and your cousins covered yourselves up, while the men appeared annoyed at the sight of her.Â
âWeâre only having a bit of fun, Andromeda,â said Seonghwa, not moving from his spot with Hestia. You noticed her out of breath with swollen lips, with her hand on top of his where her breasts were. âNo harm being done here.â
âDo you three have a death wish?â she hissed. âIf anyone else finds you like this, theyâll have you strung up by your balls for sure.â
âNobody would have if you hadnât shown up,â Hongjoong said, clearly irritated at being interrupted.Â
âShut it, boy,â your mother spat. âGirls, I am very surprised and ashamed of you. If your grandmother heard about this, sheâd have a fit. You know how she feels about you coupling with man-things, so imagine how sheâd feel if she found out you were doing it in her gardens.â
âWeâre sorry, Auntie,â said Hera, pushing hair from her face.Â
âYes, very,â added Kali.Â
âGet yourselves together and go to your rooms,â she nodded towards the palace. âYouâre lucky Iâm not telling your mothers about this. I donât care if you do it, just donât do it here, got it?â
âYes, Aunt Andromeda,â the three said together before getting up together.Â
She then turned her attention to you, âYN, really? Is this the impression you want to give?â
âIt sort of happened,â you said sheepishly.Â
âWhich is exactly what you said whenever I found your hand down a boysâ pants,â she spat. âBaby, if you didnât want to live in the Black Keep anymore, you could say so. You donât have to get your boyfriends tortured and killed to do it.â
âI would prefer to stay in tact, thanks,â said Seonghwa, standing up. âWe only did it so we could see YN,â he told your mother.Â
âOh, please. You three just didnât want to be stuck in the menâs quarters all day,â she accused them.
âThatâs just an added bonus.âÂ
âDo you blame us though?â asked Hongjoong. âThe menâs quarters are more like a prison cell than an actual room. Besides, we werenât hurting anyone. We only intended to have a bit of consensual fun, thatâs all.â
âYou know how Lilith feels about men being in her garden and touching the ladies,â she scoffed. âYou are fools for escaping. What if the guard went by and noticed youâre not there? Youâd be hunted down just for that.â She took a deep breath, âYou boys take YN home before the guards find you here.â She ran a hand through her hair, âI swear, you threeâŠThereâs certainly no dispute over whose children you are, thatâs for sure. Only Asmodeusâs children would risk their necks for some tail.â She shook her head and took your hands, âCome here tomorrow and we can start your training. Thereâs so much you need to catch up on.â
âHold on,â Seonghwa said, âYNâs being trained by myself and her head of house.â
âNot anymore,â she replied coolly. âIf anyone should be teaching her, it is those who know her talents best. Besides, it gets you three out of her hair for a few hours.â
âItâs not like I do anything at home anyways,â you told him. âItâd be good for me to get out of the house and do something productive with my time. My closet is only so big.â You hugged your mother again, holding onto the memory of her a moment before letting go. âI'mâŠ.MamaâŠ.â you couldn't find the right parting words.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow,â she repeated warmly, kissing your cheek. âGet sleep,â she peeked a glance at the men behind you, âOr as much as you can with them around.â
You laughed together before embracing again. Your inner child didnât want to let her go. She wanted to hold onto her forever, clinging to the person sheâd once loved the most. Your mother sensed this and hugged you tighter, her hand stroking your hair. When you forced yourself to release her, she kissed your cheek again. That surreal dread of a dream came back when you looked in her eyes. Apart from the scarlet ring around her irises, they matched yours. Except, yours always carried a look of disdain, while hers showed nothing but love. How could you do that to her?Â
âBye, honey cake,â she whispered, pecking your other cheek before stepping away. âGo, before Diana shows up.â
âYeah, letâs get going,â agreed Hongjoong.Â
âGo back the way you came, Iâll keep the guards away.âÂ
You hugged her one more time, letting her scent cleave to your nose, then left the garden. In the semi-darkness, the four of you snuck through the garden hedges and walls before coming upon a plain dirt path. In the distance, you heard people shouting to one another as they searched the grounds. You knew youâd need to be quick. Nerves began shooting up your body in each step, and the adrenaline started running down to your feet. You didnât want to think what might happen if someone discovered you before you reached the castle again. Your first time in Eden and youâd broken a rule already. A warm hand stretched for yours, and you recognized Sanâs touch right away. He moved ahead of you, walking behind Seonghwa while Hongjoong remained at the rear.Â
âThere it is,â Seonghwa whispered when you all reached the staircase leading back up into the castle.Â
âYou!â a guard dressed in gold and white marched over to him, âMen are not allowed in Eden at dusk. What is your business here?â
âTheyâre with me,â you said before Seonghwa could speak. âI went to get them from the menâs room-place-thing and we got lost in the garden. Itâs my first time here, so I donât really know my way around yet.âÂ
The woman stared you up and down suspiciously. You thought sheâd catch the lie, but instead she said, âIâll escort you out, my lady. The gates close in a few minutes.â
âYes, please. Lead the way.â
You followed the guard out to the front entrance where youâd met Artemis that afternoon. The women posted there bowed as you passed. It made you feel important for a second as you reached the carriage nearby. Mingi sat in the driverâs perch, his blond hair slightly tousled and lips a warm pink. Heâd clearly found a way to distract Artemis. You all climbed into the carriage quickly, and Mingi cracked the reins.Â
âIâm glad we made it out,â Hongjoong said, turning to peek into the window, âWith our bones still in the right places.â
âPsh, youâre telling meâŠâ
âSpeaking of the right places,â San whispered, turning your head by the chin, âWhere were we?â
A small chuckle came from your throat as your mouths came together in light kisses. Turning in your seat to face him, San immediately grabbed your breasts and his lips fell down your neck. The familiar hardness in your clit returned at the sudden stimulation. Fingers brushing over your nipples stirred the pot even more, his mouth reaching the neckline of your dress. You let your hands go through his dark hair to keep him close, occasionally feeling down the back of his neck and into his jacket before coming back up.
âPull the top down,â Seonghwa ordered from nearby, and you turned to see him focusing on you and San. Hongjoong sat beside him, watching as intently. âWe want to see them too.â
You lifted your back from the cushions to let San unclip the top part of your dress, then pull the zipper. Your arousal rose when he finally pulled the top half of your dress just beneath your breasts. They all moaned at the sight of your pink satin bra; their jaws dropped when San put them underneath to expose your breasts entirely. The brushing breeze from outside came in through the open windows, going over your nipples and making them cold. San remedied this with his hands and mouth: he scooped them in his palms and tenderly sucked one of them. He shifted around so your legs went over his lap, and immediately started caressing your thighs and legs. Fully on your back, you laid there enjoying his tender touches. Every brush against your skin sparked goosebumps up and down your arms; your soft whimpers became the only sound in the carriage. San eventually lifted up your dress, showing his brothers your bare sex. The three of them groaned. Seonghwa and Hongjoong rubbed their crotches while San squeezed your inner thighs.
âSannieâŠâ you whined, his thumb dangerously close to your pussy now.
âGive me a hand and touch yourself for me, hm?â he asked, licking your nipple in circles. âOpen your legs a bit and let them see you get wet. You know how much we like that.â
They liked it a lot. Moving around until you sat on Sanâs lap, your back pressed to his chest, you let your legs fall on either side of his open knees. Your sex throbbed at the hands groping your chest, and the lips kissing up your neck and shoulder. You pointedly sucked and wet your fingers, keeping your eyes on the two men in front of you. Your middle and ring finger dragged down your tongue as a real cock might, and then went back up to the last knuckle. The outlines of their dicks started pressing into the pants as they watched your fuck your own mouth. They followed your fingers then down to your damp sex, mouths falling open when you lightly slid them up and down your opening. You went with the natural motions: stroking yourself as you sunk into your pussy little by little. Once past the outer folds, you circled your hard clit on top. Small shocks of pleasure came each time you ran over the center, pushing underneath and back to the hood. In the dimness of the carriage, both of them could see your pussy growing wetter. San tweaking your nipples at the same time added more coal to the fire. As much as you wanted to, you didnât speed up. You kept the same gradual pace, even spreading your pussy open for them to see your hardening clitoris and empty hole.
âLet me have a little lick,â Hongjoong said, his high voice strangely low as he leaned forward. You trembled at the few swats of his tongue, keeping it open with both hands for him. âFuck, you taste so good,â he groaned, idly moving the tip of his tongue over your clit. âI can eat this forever.â
âMove over,â scolded Seonghwa, pulling Hongjoong away. âI want a taste too.â
Using the flat of his tongue, Seonghwa shook his head to brush over your clit. Then, he took it in his mouth to suck the juices leaking from you. You whined when he withdrew, but Sanâs fingers fixed that soon enough. He took your clit between index and ring finger and stroked it. You grinded into his hand when you felt his middle finger dip towards your entrance each time, wanting to be filled with it. Your hands gripped the ends of his jacket behind you, trying to keep still as he rubbed your pussy side to side in light, rapid brushes. When he pulled away, his brothers each took a turn doing the same. The brief pauses in between kept you dangling on the edge. You yelped when Hongjoong started tapping and slapping your aching pussy, occasionally shoving fingers inside before pulling them out to smack it again. The twinges of pain only aroused you further. San and Seonghwa followed suit, also smacking and partially fingering you. When both Seonghwa and Hongjoong pushed a finger inside, San continued spanking your pussy.
âItâs been a while since weâve fucked her together,â said Hongjoong, watching your reactions to his fingers curling alongside his brotherâs. âThatâs why sheâs not wearing panties.â He pushed right to that squishy, soft spot that drove you wild, âYou wanted to fuck us in that garden, didnât you? You were hoping weâd all take a turn in your slutty cunt?â
âYes,â you whimpered. âI love it when you all fuck me at the same time. It feels so good. I love getting treated like your fuck toy.â
âThen thatâs what our little lady will get,â Seonghwa smirked, pushing his fingers faster. âGood thing I told Mingi to take the long way home.â
San rested you on the seat again, lifting one leg over his shoulder to keep you displayed for the others. Anticipation bubbled in your stomach, lowering the further you saw San move. Holding onto the end, San slowly slid the tip up and down the slit to only bring on more torture for you. Nails embedding themselves into the smooth fabric, you grinded to it in hopes of getting him inside you.Â
âYou're so needy,â he growled, smirking down at you before finally pushing the tip. âMy pretty Darling always gets so wet,â he withdrew just to rub until a slick sound came out, âYou hear that?â he asked, tapping your clit, âThat's how wet you are. I love getting you like this,â he breathed finally putting the head inside again, âI love seeing my girl desperately wriggling around to get my dick.âÂ
âShe's so cute when she does it,â said Hongjoong. âIt's even cuter when she's tied up with no way to get what she wants.â
âI like it when she pretends she's a virgin,â Seonghwa said in a raspy voice. âWhen she gets on her back,â he started stroking faster, âAnd tells me she's never done it. It's so cute.â
âCorruption kink to the max,â Hongjokng chuckled.Â
âDo you like it when we do this?â San asked you, languidly rocking his hips to yours. âDo you like us treating you like a little cock sleeve?â
âYes,â you gasped, holding onto his shoulders. The slight stretch made you see stars. âYes, I do. Just like when we did it the first time,â you said, head sinking to the pillow behind you as he rolled his rips. âWhen you all fucked me as long as you wantedâŠâ
âYou want us to do that again, Kitten?â asked Seonghwa.Â
âPleaseâŠâ A whimper came through when San shoved himself particularly deep, holding onto his forearm as he did it.Â
âHow's her hole today?â asked Hongjoong, eyes heavy with lust and arousal.Â
âTight,â San said, starting to go faster, âAnd warm. I could fuck this forever.â
âLook how easy she takes it,â Seonghwa moaned. âEven after all this time, her holes are perfect.â
âYou mean âour holesâ,â Hongjoong said. âBecause this,â he knelt beside you, still stroking with one hand while shoving fingers into your mouth, âAnd that belongs to us. I don't care if you don't wear a collar anymore. We still own your slutty holes,â he groaned when you sucked his fingers, letting him push them further.Â
âThat's right,â Seonghwa said, reaching over to your swollen clit. âThis pussy is ours. We get to fuck it whenever we want.â
âNot like she says no,â San said, grunting as he kept his strokes hard and deep. âShe loves dick too much to not pass it up. Look at her right now,â he made a few quick pumps to hear you moan around Hongjoongâs fingers. âShe pratically begged me to fuck her.â
âBecause she's a whore,â said Seonghwa. He gave your clit a few sharp smacks before rubbing it again, âYou can take the whore out of the brothel, but you can't take the brothel out of the whore. Isn't that right, Kitten? Are you a filthy whore?â
âMmhmph,â you nodded.Â
They all laughed, jeering at your answer. When your moans grew louder, they taunted you further. The moment you clenched around San, he moved faster straight into the knot driving you wild.Â
âOh, she's gonna cum,â he announced, âI can feel that hole getting tighter.â
âIs that true, slut?â Hongjoong asked you, removing his fingers to slather around your lips. âAre you going to cum?â
âYes! Yes, oh my god, yes!âÂ
âThen go ahead,â he said.
âGo on,â gibed Seonghwa, spitting on your sex, âCum.â
They continued goding you until you finally came. Hard hitting, all the muscles in your body stiffened. San came right after, pumping into you wildly as his orgasm took over. The feeling of his squirting inside prolonged your climax. The hands and cock keeping you going played with the sensitivity causing you to move away.Â
âNo, no, no,â said Seonghwa, âYou're gonna take that no matter how sensitive it gets.âÂ
âThatâs right,â said San, teasing you with his wet tip, âYou stay there.â
âRock, paper, scissors for next turn?â Hongjoong suggested to Seonghwa once San finished.Â
âSure. Best two out of three.â
You watched through heavy eyes as they played the game. San, meanwhile, continued pushing his cum back into you. You could do this forever in this carriage.Â
âYes!â Hongjoong cheered when he won the third round. âTurn her around. I'm going to fuck her like the bitch she is, he said, fixing his pants at his thighs as San and him switched positions. Seonghwa and San flipped you over, giving the eldest a space in front of you.Â
âWhores always like having more than one cock at a time,â he said, forcing your head into his lap. His length went all the way to the back of your throat, and you swore you might come again even sooner. âDonât you dare stop sucking,â he warned, slapping your ass harshly. âDon't miss a fucking beat. I want that mouth on me the entire time. You got that, bitch?â
You nodded, and your obedience amused them. He held onto your hair while Hongjoong shoved himself inside. All the pent up arousal from earlier unleashed itself in his hips. Hands grabbing your ass, Hongjoong did not take the gradual pace like San. You felt every push from entry to end just like Seonghwa did. The feeling of them both abusing you had you shaking in their grasp. No matter how much saliva and precum leaked from your mouth, you did not withdraw. Even when Hongjoong started hitting a different angle, making you shudder and moan around him, you didn't stop. Your pussy tightened when Seonghwa held your head against his groin for several seconds, laughing at your choking, before lifting you to the head where you drew a few breaths.Â
âYou fucking love that,â Seonghwa groaned, pushing you back down. âI'm glad because I like shoving my dick down pretty throats like yours.â
âAnd I love fucking their pussies right after,â Hongjoong breathed, a whimper coming right after. âOh fuck, I'm going to fucking cum. Stay right there.â
You came right as he withdrew, bursting with nothing inside you to coat. Hot streams fell onto your lower back and ass cheeks, leaking down between them where Hongjoong rolled it again. Neither brother gave you time to breathe as Seonghwa pulled you onto his lap.
âFuck me,â he ordered, smacking your ass, âI'm not pushing into you. You're doing the work, not me.â
You held onto the back of the seat, pulling at the decorative drapes, as you started bouncing on him. âDon't stop,â he said, watching you ride him, âIf you stop, I swearâŠâ
Even with the burning sensation in your thighs, causing you to shake and tremble, you didn't stop. Whenever he sensed you slowing down, he'd slap your ass to keep you going. But, the strain began weighing you down. You tried pushing yourself by your legs instead, though this position made that hard to do. Eventually, you made the mistake of stopping to catch your breath and ease your aching thighs.Â
âDid I say you could stop?â asked Seonghwa harshly. âHuh?â a light tap to your face excites you, âWhy did you stop?â
âItâŠ.It hurts.â
âDo I look like I care?â he grunted, smacking your ass even harder, sending more pleasure through your body. âDo I?â
âNo, sir,â you whimpered.Â
âI have to do everything around here,â he lifted you up to put you on your back again. âWhat's the point in a whore if she doesn't fuck the way I like?â
Raising your legs over your head, Seonghwa dove right back into you. He wasn't the gentle dominant partner you were used to. Something primal came over him as he pounded you into the seat. It delighted and aroused you.Â
âMaster,â you said, surprised by his roughness, âYou're being so rough with me.â
âYou're a whore,â he gritted, âWhy should I care about being gentle?â Yet, for the briefest moment he stopped, âAm I going too hard? I'm not hurting you too much?â
âI love it,â you assured him, pushing hair from his face, âSo much.â
âOf course, you do.â
He kept the same speed until he had you squirting around him. Seeing the squirt come out of you caused Seonghwaâs own orgasm. He withdrew the second he reached the edge, and began jerking himself over you. He pinched your nose to force your mouth open, and made you take the cum shooting from his tip. His load splattered your chin and mouth, droplets falling on your outstretched tongue until he finished completely.Â
âHow was that?â he asked, fingers pushing hair away from your face.
âSo good,â you smiled, cleaning the dick with your tongue. âI can't get enough.â
âYou can have more when we get home, baby,â Hongjoong insisted, wiping cum from your chin to slide into your mouth. âAs much as you want.â
âReally?â
âOf course,â he said, kissing you softly. âWe'll even do it in my room so we can play with all your favorite toys too.â
âI personally love watching you cum all over toys,â said San. âThat way you're already nice and wet when I fuck you.â
âI just like watching you cry when I overstimulate you,â shrugged Hongjoong.Â
You all laughed right as the carriage stopped right in front of the house. You knew you wouldn't be sleeping tonight and you didn't mind at all.Â
***
A/N: awww see? everything worked out in the end. I'm not sure when I'll be posting another one of these, but I will be posting for this one still lol Thanks so much for reading, and please don't forget to reblog and like <3
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Domestic Life
Summary: Glimpses of your relationship with your wives.
Warning: pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms, mission injuries, small amount of angst, fluff
Word count: 7.6k
Note: All italicized parts are flash backs
You were up when the door opened and the sound of little feet entered your room, but you pretended to be asleep. âBe quiet,â Evan whispered. We donât want to wake mommy.â You wouldnât classify it as a whisper, but it was quieter than your daughter, Olivia.
âThen help me up,â you heard them struggle to climb onto the bed and felt the blankets move as Olivia used it for leverage; you grabbed it so she wouldnât fall. Opening your eyes slightly, you watched your daughter, who was the spitting image of your wife, crawl over to you. You moved quickly when she was close enough and trapped her underneath the blanket. Her squeals and laughter echoed in your quiet room. It made the loneliness disappear. âLivie, help me. Help!â It was easier for your son to climb onto the bed and hang off your back. You let go of Olivia, and she was able to free herself.
âAlright, uncle, uncle,â you laughed and lay down on your back, your kids on both sides.
âAre they coming home today?â Olivia asked. You nodded and ran your hand through her long brunette hair. It was rare for your wives to go on missions. They were only used to provide advice, but sometimes, they were needed. It never got easier, and it still filled you with anxiety. You knew it wasnât easy for them to be away from you and the twins.
*
It was a slow day. Well, every day was slow, but today was unbearable. It had to be the heat. Even if people had car problems, why would you leave the air conditioner? You were surviving on lukewarm water and a hand-held fan. The guys in the back werenât doing much better, surrounded by cars and tools.
The bell ring startled you since you werenât expecting anyone to come through the front door. A girl around the same age as you walked over to the desk. Her dark hair was pulled into a bun, and her blue eyes were striking. You noticed a few things. Right away, you knew she was not from here. You knew everyone from your small town and the surrounding area. Second, she was wealthy; her wristwatch was more than you made in a year. âWell, hello, stranger,â you said with a smile. âI donât think I know you.â She looked down at the outfit she was wearing.
âDo I look that out of place?â You shook your head.
âI just know everyone in this small town,â your final observation was that she was attractive. âWhat can I do for you?â The stranger leaned against the desk.
âIâm having some car trouble, and you guys are the only mechanic,â which was true. It was good for business.
âPull your car up to the garage, and Iâll have the guys take a look at it,â she thanked you and ran out the front door, almost tripping on the welcome mat. You chuckled and walked to the back. To your surprise, the guys were already pulling in a black BMW, and a blonde stood beside it. She offered you a small smile and turned her attention to the brunette when she approached her. It was unfair how attractive they both were. The dark-haired stranger was wearing a white linen top with faded blue jeans. Her pair of high-top Converse shoes were well-worn. Now, the Blonde wore a yellow plaid skirt and a long-sleeved shirt tucked in. You were shocked that she was wearing a long sleeve in this heat.
While the guys were looking at the car, you offered them water and a place to sit in the area with an AC. You were practicing good customer service not because you found them attractive, not at all.
Their names were Kate and Yelena, and they were passing through on a business trip. The guys said that their transmission needed to be replaced. They blamed the heat, but fixing it would take a few days. Maybe it was a little selfish that you were happy the car would take a few days to fix. You enjoyed your time with the duo every time they came in to check on the vehicle.
You liked Yelenaâs dry humor, accent, and the small smile she would give Kate. Kate was cute when she stumbled over her words and was easy to fluster and blush. You knew they would be on their way once their car was fixed. Their time here was limited.
Months passed, and you still thought about the Blonde and brunette. What were they doing? Was Kate annoying Yelena with her music choice? Did they make it safely to their destination? They consumed your thoughts even in such a short time they were in your life.
On a busy day at the shop, two familiar faces walked up to the desk with your go-to coffee order and smiles that still made your heart flutter. Five months after they left, they returned to ask you on a date. It was the fastest, yes, you said.
*
âMommy, Iâm hungry!â Olivia wined. She had Yelenaâs appetite; she was always hungry.
âWell, we canât have that,â you smiled. Iâll start breakfast if you two take the pups out,â the twins agreed and were quick to climb out of bed. You were slower getting up, stretching when your feet touched the ground, and brushing your teeth. By the time you walked into the kitchen, Fanny and Lucky were chasing the twins outside, and their dog bowls were filled with food.
Now, it was your turn to uphold your end of the bargain. You decided on scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast with jam. A simple breakfast that youâve prepared so many times.
*
Long distance took a lot of work. It consisted of video chat dates, constant text messages, phone calls, and longing to be with your partners. It was a unique balancing act, especially since you were dating two superheroes.
It lasted two months. One day after work, you stumbled into your apartment expecting to find it empty. However, Yelena was there raiding your kitchen. âYou have no food,â you jumped at the sudden voice. âDo you not eatâ? You stared at the Blonde, your heart pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears. âI expected you to be happier to see me,â she smirked.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked, quickly dropping your bag and closing the distance. You hugged her tight, finally feeling at peace after a long day.
âI missed you,â she said simply and kissed your forehead. âAnd I want to talk to you about something,â a rush of anxiety passed through you. âAll good, I promise. Go clean up while I figure out what to make for dinner.â As you headed to your room, you heard her mumble, âShe is as bad as Kate.â That made you smile.
Yelena was able to make a pasta dish. It was better than the TV dinner you were going to heat up in the microwave. Over dinner and a bottle of wine, Yelena asked you to move to New York City. There was nothing holding you here. Your mother passed away, and your father left you when you were five years old. So you agreed. You put your two weeks in and packed up your apartment to move to the big city.
You met their dogs, which youâve received so many videos and pictures of, started your new job while going back to school, and fell into a routine consisting of you waking up first, making breakfast and coffee, and starting on any schoolwork that needed to be done. Yelena and Kate would do their superhero duties while you went to work. You tried to routine who cooked dinner, but Yelena was the better of you three.
It was a big adjustment for you, but you enjoyed it.
*
While you were loading the dishwasher, the doorbell rang. You racked your brain on who it could be and dried your hands to turn on the tablet connected to the security system. Your wives were a Black Widow and the former CEO of Bishop Security, your home had the best security system. Smiling, you saw who was at your front door. âOlivia, can you get the door for me?â You called and continued to load the dishwasher. Your daughter huffed but stood up from her spot on the couch. You counted down until she figured out who was at the door.
âAuntie Nat! Auntie Ria!â she yelled, and you heard the grunt of your sister-in-law as Olivia threw herself at her.
âWhat is your mom feeding you?â Natasha questioned. âI feel like you are getting stronger every day.â The door closed behind them.
âMama is teaching me how to fight!â Olivia told her aunts. You dried your hands and joined the group in the entryway.
âAgainst my wishes,â you smiled. Evan was already dragging his cousin, Nicholas, outside, and you had enough time to ruffle his hair as he passed. âNot that Iâm thrilled to see you guys. I wasnât expecting company,â you said, giving the couple a quick hug while Olivia dragged their youngest, Lauren, outside to join the others.
âWe thought weâd surprise you,â Maria said.
âAre you hungry? I just made breakfast.â Natasha shook her head.
âWe ate before we came over,â the three of you walked out to the back porch to watch the kids and dogs run around. The sight made you smile. âThey are coming home today, right?â You nodded.
âIâm not sure when,â you looked at the redhead. âI got a text from Kate right before you guys came over. Things are taking longer than expected,â you rested your hands on your stomach and played with the wedding ring.
âItâs going to be okay,â Maria tried to reassure you. âThey will always come home to you and the kids.â You knew that. They promised before every mission that they would come home. Natasha placed her hand on your shoulder and squeezed it.
You were jealous of Natasha and Maria. They were fully retired from active missions and spent their free time training newer agents. They would be fine and come home.
*
One of the hardest things about living with Kate and Yelena was seeing the effects of their job firsthand. It was easier to hide it from you when you lived miles away. No matter how late they got home, you checked over them and helped clean every cut and bruise. In the beginning, they found you on it, but they learned it was for your benefit. You needed to make sure they were okay.
You pushed Fanny and Lucky as you walked into the apartment. The dogs could smell the treats in your bag. âGuys,â you laughed. âBack up,â you managed to set your bag on the chair. They sat without a command, their tails wagging so fast they could generate wind to power a city. You pulled the treats out and handed them to them. They took off to their beds to enjoy it. Not even your phone ringing disturbed them. It was Natasha.
You remembered how terrified you were when you were introduced to the Black Widow. She was intimating and was looking after Kate and Yelenaâs heart. If she needed you, Natasha would text you. She never called. Your heart leaped into your throat. Kate and Yelena were on a mission, not Avenger duties. Kate was helping the Black Widow free Widows who were still under the Red Roomâs control. âHello,â you answered.
âDonât panic,â it sent you deeper into a panic as you sat on the couch.
âNatasha, that did not help,â the redhead laughed. âAre they okay?â She sighed.
âBruce is looking them over now. Kate got them to the compound before she passed out,â Natasha explained. âThey both havenât woken up yet.â
âNat, I-â
âI know,â she cut you off. âMaria is already on her way to get you and the dogs. Pack a bag, and Iâll see you soon, okay?â She nodded.
âOkay, Iâll see you soon,â you hung up and stayed frozen on the couch. You knew you needed to get stuff togetherâclothes for you, your schoolwork, and food for the dogs. But you couldnât move. You reran the last conversation you had with them in your head. It was quick, maybe five minutes, because you had to walk the dogs before going to work. You didnât tell them you loved them, and maybe it was too late.
*
Luckily, Natasha wasnât in the mood to converse as she led you down to Med Bay. Your mind was spiraling, and you were barely holding it together. âThey look a lot worse than they are,â she warned you before opening the door. Honestly, you felt nothing. It was like a calmness washed over you. They lay motionless in the beds next to each other with wires connected to machines. You locked all your emotions into a small box and tucked it away. Because if you felt anything, you would break. Maybe Natasha was talking. Perhaps she explained the list of injuries that Bruce and Helen had to fix. It was all white noise to you. âCome find me if you need anything, okay?â
âOkay,â the door closed behind you. This world wasnât normal to you. That the girls you loved with all your being put their lives on the line for strangers. It made no sense to you. You slumped in the chair between their beds and grabbed their hands. You hated how cold their hands felt; they usually would be so warm against yours. âHi, my loves,â you whispered. âIâm here. Iâm right here and not going anywhere.â
Natasha made sure you spent only some of your time by their side. You had to take breaks, and you were not in the position to say no to the Black Widow. So you took care of yourself because you knew Kate and Yelena would give you an earful if they found out otherwise. It was rare you were at the compound, so it was nice to get closer with the other members of the team. They helped keep your sanity as each day passed, and their condition was the same.
You were outside with Wanda, sitting on a picnic blanket and reading a book. Sometimes Lucky or Fanny would bring a ball over, and the witch would use her powers to throw it. âIâm jealous,â you told her. âMy hand would be covered with drool.â Wanda laughed.
âHow are you?â She asked. âHas Helen figured out why they havenât woken up yet?â You shoved your bookmark into the spine of your book and closed it.
âIâm okay?â you questioned. There was this numbness that surrounded you. It felt unreal that they were hurt. With all the stories they told you, they seemed untouchable. âI just miss their hugs.â You missed a lot of thingsâtheir touch, the sound of their voice. Wanda smiled.
âTheyâll come back to you,â she said. âItâs gross how much they talk about you.â You felt your body heat up but rolled your eyes. They always promised they would come home.
For the past few days, you slept in their bed. Now, it seemed lonely and cold. You walked down to the med bay and sat down in the chair. âI hope you know I will wait forever,â you whispered. âAnd I love your teammates, but itâs kind of lonely with you two. The world seems a little too quiet.â You felt a few tears finally fall down your cheeks. âJust come back to me whenever you are ready.â
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âDo you think we should wake her?â The voice was muffled.
âThat can not be comfortable,â that was Kate. So, the first voice must have been Yelenaâs. âWe know she can be moody when she sleeps in a weird position.â
âNot moody,â you grumbled, but Kate was right. Your neck was already starting to hurt. You heard laughter.
âAre you sure about that, Princess?â Slowly, your eyes opened, and you blinked a few times to see your girlfriends awake. They were awakeâalive and awake. Kate chuckled. âShe has that same dazed look on her face like when we asked if she wanted to be our girlfriend,â you thought they were messing you up at first.
âYouâre up,â you said. âYouâre awake.â
âYeah-â you didnât give Yelena time to finish before flinging yourself at the Blonde. She grunted at the impact. The dam broke. The feeling of her heart beating against yours caused a sob to escape. âSh, dorogoy, sh,â Yelena cooed and kissed your temple. âI know, I know.â
âThought Iâd lost you both,â you heard Kate climb out of bed and sit beside Yelena. Her hand rubbed circles on your back to help calm you down.
âWeâll always come back to you, sweetheart,â Kate said. âYou are stuck with us. Forever.â
Forever. That sounded nice.
*
It was Mariaâs and your job to make lunch while Natasha distracted the little ones outside. You decided on something simple: a ham and cheese sandwich, slices of watermelon, and chips. It was also a meal that could make you nauseous. âYelena told Natasha you were getting another dog,â Maria said while cutting into the watermelon. You groaned and threw your head back.
âI told her she could get another dog when she fully retires. I am not taking care of three dogs and three to two kids,â you wondered if Maria caught your mistake. She laughed.
âHave they said when theyâll be done?â You shook your head. They loved the lifestyle. You wondered if they loved it more than the family they had back here. You caused a lot of fights. But you couldnât dwell on it or answer Mariaâs question; you heard the distinct sound of Oliviaâs squeals and hurried footsteps.
âMommy! Mommy!â She ran into the back of your legs. âAuntie Nat said she would eat me,â you laughed.
âOh yeah,â you said, continuing to make sandwiches. âWhy is she going to eat you?â
âBecause sheâs hungry!â She answered like it was the most obvious thing. âAnd she said you were taking too long to make lunch,â that bitch! Maria laughed at her wifeâs antics.
âGo tell Auntie Nat that if she eats you, she wonât get any lunch.â
âOkay! I love you!â She cheered and ran back outside. You shook your head, smiling fondly. You loved your little family and couldnât wait to add to it.
*
You always wanted to be a mother and experience the feeling of bringing life into the world. Maybe it was your good relationship with your mother before she passed. However, you were scared to bring it up to your girlfriends. Their relationship with their own mother was complicated; one was in jail because she was working with the tracksuit Mafia, while the other was responsible for controlling her and other Black Widows. So, it was a little complicated.
You wanted to bring it up to them, and if they hated the idea, you would make peace with that. Yelena put the finishing touches on dinner while you poured some wine and set the table. You were going to ask them tonight. Someone brought in a baby at work today, and your mind began to create fantasies of Yelena and Kate with their children. You knew they would get mothers with how they interacted with the Barton kids, and Morgan made your ovaries explode.
âPrincess,â you felt Kateâs arms around your waist. âWhere did you go just now? Iâve been calling your name.â
âSorry,â you smiled. âLong day at work.â She kissed your neck.
âYou know you could always quit,â you rolled your eyes and pulled away from her embrace. You grabbed two glasses. âYouâd make a sexy housewife,â you chuckled.
âYouâd have to make me your wife first, Bishop,â you sent a wink over your shoulder and walked over to the table. If they knew you were distracted, they didnât bring it up. They talked about their day and filled in the empty silence. You felt Yelenaâs hand on your thigh, feeling the cool metal of her rings on your skin.
âAlright,â the Blonde said. âWhatâs going on?â You sighed and swirled the wine around in your glass.
âDo you guys want kids?â Yelenaâs hands tightened her hold on your thigh. âIf you donât, thatâs fine. I will completely respect that, but Iâve been wondering and thinking and-â
âPrincess,â Kate cut you off. âBreathe,â you nodded, and you felt Yelenaâs thumb dig into your skin to help you calm down. âDo you want kids?â She asked when you calmed down slightly.
âI want whatever you want,â Yelena said, shaking her head.
âThatâs not what she asked, detka,â you sighed and leaned back. You placed your hand on top of Yelenaâs.
âI love the life we have right now,â you admitted. âBut Iâve always seen myself as a mom,â you glanced at the dogs who were eating their own dinner. âTo children who walk on two legs instead of four,â your joke got a laugh out of two girlfriends. The two heroes looked at each other; they could always talk to each other without using words.
âWeâve been wondering when youâd bring it up,â Kate smiled.
âYou are not very subtle when you watch us with the Barton kids,â your face flushed at Yelenaâs teasing tone.
âAnswer mine,â you whispered. âDo you guys want kids?â Kate took your free hand and played with the ring on your finger.
âI think we are ready to expand our family,â you looked at the archer and then at the Blonde, who nodded.
âI need to hear you say it, dorogoy.â Your Russian wasnât good, but you loved the smile on Yelenaâs face when you tried to speak it.
âI would love to start a family with you two.â
You decided to carry since it was impossible for Yelena, and Kate was actively training and going on missions. For the first try, you agreed to use Kateâs eggs and a sperm donor who matched Yelenaâs features. The hardest part was keeping it from your friends and family. You went to a private doctor in the city. Each day during the process, you became more and more grateful for Yelena and Kate.
In the first round, you had your hopes up, and it broke your heart when you got your period. The second round hurt, but it didnât sting as much as the first one. Yelena and Kate were tempted to call it off by the third attempt. They sat the emotional toll it was taking on you. You blamed yourself. You were the problem on why you couldnât get pregnant. You asked for one more try.
It was Wednesday. Yelena met with Sonya, and Kate had lunch with Fanny and Greer. You were walking home after your manager told you to take a half day. All day, you felt off, like a nagging voice was in the back of your head. It made you second-guess everything. Luckily, your boss knew what you were going and allowed you to go home. Before you entered the apartment, you stopped at the corner store and bought two pregnancy tests.
The dogs greeted you when you came home and sniffed the brown bag to see if you had anything for them. You apologized and promised to get them something next time you went out. Walking into the bathroom, your stomach twisted with anxiety and fear. Should you have waited for Yelena and Kate? What if it was positive? Or worse, negative. Your heart couldnât take it. Still, that uneasy feeling crawled in your stomach. So you opened both boxes and read the instructions. It was easy: pee on a stick, place on a flat surface, and wait 5 minutes. Easy. When you were done, you placed them on the counter and washed your hands.
It was a mistake to take them. You were being silly and dramatic. As you were about to throw away the tests, you heard the front door open, followed by the dogs greeting your partners. âPrincess?â Kate called out. âAre you home?â You thought about staying quiet, but you left your bag downstairs.
âBathroom,â you said. âUpstairs.â You closed the door and leaned on the wooden door, keeping the results locked away. You heard the footsteps of both Yelena and Kate as they walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. âHi,â you forced a smile, but they looked at you with concern.
âWhatâs wrong, data?â Yelena asked. You sighed.
âI got sent home because I wasnât feeling right, and I stopped at the corner store to get two pregnancy tests,â their eyes widened.
âWhat did the test say?â Kate asked. You shrugged.
âI panicked and left them on the counter,â Yelena chuckled. âDonât laugh at me,â you frowned. The Blonde took your hand and led you to the bed.
âIâm not laughing at you,â Yelena reassured you with a kiss. âTell us why you panicked.â Kate knelt in front of you.
âIf itâs negative, I donât think my heart can take it,â you sighed. âI want this to work so bad, but what if itâs me? Maybe Iâm the problem,â the archer shook her head.
âThis is not your fault,â she said. âWe knew this was going to be difficult.â Yes, you knew it would be challenging, but it felt impossible.
âI just want to give you both a family,â you felt tears form in your eyes. Yelena pushed your head down on her shoulder and kissed your head.
âWe are a family, baby. You, me, and Kate.â
âAnd Fanny and Lucky. We canât forget our favorite troublemakers,â Kate teased. You smiled and whipped away your tears. âDo you want me to go check the tests?â You hesitated but nodded. You were too anxious to move, but also you felt very comfortable against Yelena. Kate stood up and kissed you softly. âNo matter what it says. We love you,â
âLove you too,â you whispered and watched Kate enter the bathroom. Yelena played with the hair at the base of your neck and hummed a simple tone. It was soothing, and you slumped into her. For the first time all day, you felt that nagging presence disappear. It was impossible for you to notice it with Yelena so close to you.
âDo you think she got lost?â Yelena mumbled in your ear. You giggled and slapped her softly on her leg. Finally, Kate came out with the tests in her hand.
âPositive,â she said. You stood up quickly, looking at the tests in her hand. She was right. Both read positive.
âIâm pregnant,â you said in disbelief. Suddenly, you were engulfed in the arms of your girlfriends. You felt their tears on your skin. You were going to be a mom. Finally.
*
âThank you for stopping by,â you said and hugged Natasha. âI appreciate the distraction.â You separated from the redhead and watched Maria strap in their very sleepy kids in the car. Carefully, she closed the car door and joined you and her wife on the front steps.
âSo, when are you going to tell them?â You titled your head at Mariaâs question.
âI donât know what you are talking about,â you said. Natasha rolled her eyes.
âYou do realize you are trying to lie to two former Avengers,â you rolled your eyes. You managed to keep your first pregnancy a secret from them. You wondered if they were still a little bitter about that.
âWhen they get home,â you gave in. âI took the test two nights ago,â Maria was the first to pull you into a hug, carefully, and whispered congratulations into your ear. Once Maria was one, Natasha took her wifeâs spot.
âThank you,â she whispered. âFor loving her and giving her a family.â You felt overcome with emotions, so all you could do was nod. You watched the couple get into their car and leave. Walking back into your house, Evan and Olivia were asleep on the couch. You loved it when they came over because they made nap time easier. Carefully, you picked up Olivia and Evan and carried them into their room.
What Natasha said to you wasnât the first time sheâs said it. The first time was when you told her about your pregnancy. The second was when she met her niece and nephew. Then at the wedding and now again. Still, it made you emotional.
You felt honored to love Yelena and be loved by her. It was your greatest accomplishment.
*
Yelena and Kate were more nervous than you as you lay on the medical bed waiting for the doctor. âI love you both,â you started. But you need to calm down, or you will go wait in the waiting room.â
âSorry, Princess,â Kate kissed your forehead. Yelenaâs leg was still shaking as the doctor came in to perform the ultrasound. It was a big day, so you understood where the anxiety was coming from. It would be your first time seeing your son and/or daughter.
âAlright, are you ready?â The doctor asked. With your consent, she lifted your shirt and put the cold gel on your skin. You shivered, which caused Kate to laugh at you. You glared at the archer. âLooks like we have a healthy baby,â she showed you and your girlfriends that was developing.
âIt looks like a little alien,â Kate commented. Yelena scuffed, hitting the archer on the arm.
âDo not call your son or daughter an alien,â you smiled at the Black Widow.
âThat leads me to the next question: do you want to know the genders, or will it be a surprise?â You planned on having a gender reveal party planned by Laura once you told her. Wait. Pause. Genders?
âGenders?â You questioned. The doctor smiled.
âCongratulations,â she smiled. âYou are pregnant with twins.â Twins. Twins?! You werenât having one baby but two. The doctor explained that twins were common throughout the IVF process and that you looked at your partners to see their reactions. The news shocked them, but you could see the excitement and relief on their faces. You were healthy. The babies were healthy. That was what mattered to them.
*
Keeping a secret was hard, especially one as big as this. Since Clint was fully retired, you saw the man less than Natasha and Maria. However, the Bartons liked to take trips to the city, which resulted in big family dinners. This time, Natasha and Maria were hosting. You walked up the front steps with a salad in your arms. âAre you excited?â Kate asked.
âNervous,â you said. You were going to tell all of them today. It wasnât going to be a big deal. Yelena was going to tell her sister and Maria, Kate had Clint, and you would tell Laura.
âWe have to do it as soon as possible,â Yelena rang the doorbell. âNatasha already suspects something.â She was a Black Widow; that was not surprising. Nathaniel opened the door and hugged Kate and Yelena tight. You were in charge of the salad, which was tactical. The youngest Barton liked to show his affection with tight hugs, and your girlfriends were highly protective of you. You ruffled the boyâs hair and walked into the house.
Laura was in the kitchen while Clint, Natasha, and Maria prepared drinks at the bar. âGood luck,â Kate mumbled and kissed your temple. Your girlfriends said hello to Laura before joining the others. You placed the salad in the fridge.
âHow can I help?â You asked.
âCan you measure out some flour and grab the baking soda?â Laura smiled. You nodded and got the ingredients she requested. You worked in silence, but your eyes kept glancing at your girlfriends. Kate gave you a thumbs-up.
âSo, I was wondering if you have any leftover baby stuff?â You asked as you mixed up the dry ingredients. Laura thought for a moment, held tilted to the side.
âIâm not sure,â she said. âWe may have donated a bunch. Is your job doing a donation?â You smiled and shook your head.
âNo, I was asking for us,â you shrugged. Laura froze while mixing the wet ingredients with the dry as if her brain was trying to piece together what you said. Before she could say anything, you heard footsteps rushing over to you.
âYouâre pregnant?â Natasha questioned. You nodded. It surprised you when the redhead pulled you into her arms and hugged you. âI canât believe you kept it from me, you bitch.â You laughed at her comment.
âCareful, sestra,â Yelena warned. You rolled your eyes at her protective nature. âSheâs got two in there.â
âTwins?!â Laura exclaimed.
âTwins,â you repeated. The day was filled with congratulations, celebrations, and so much love.
*
Sighing, you stood in the kitchen with the refrigerator door open. You were hungry, but you had no idea what you wanted. The twins wanted the strangest combination of foods. Kate and Yelena were saints through it all - the morning sickness, the odd late-night cravings that required them to leave bed and go to the store. âOh,â you touched your stomach as you felt a kick. âWell, hello there,â you smiled. âI was wondering when I would start feeling you.â It was the part you were the most excited about feeling your little ones. It made it feel so real. However, seeing some of the videos of hand prints on peopleâs stomachs did scare you.
âPrincess, who are you talking to?â Kate asked, walking downstairs.
âCome here,â you held your hand and closed the fridge. You took Kateâs hand and placed it on your stomach. âJust wait,â you smiled. It took a second, but soon, you felt a kick. Kateâs face lit up in surprise.
âIs that-â You nodded. âThat is so weird,â you chuckled, and another kick. âI think they like the sound of your voice.â
âMaybe they like yours,â her eyes went to yours, then to your stomach.
âHi, little ones,â Kate whispered. Iâm your mum.â You smiled and blamed the pregnancy hormones when tears ran down your cheeks. Iâm so excited to meet you and teach you how to hold a bow and arrow. Donât cause your mom too much pain, okay?â You put your arms around her neck and pulled her into a hug.
âYou are going to be a great mom,â you said. She hugged you back.
âSo are you.â
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âLena,â you called for the Blonde. You wanted to go for a walk, but you needed help putting on your shoes. âYelena,â you said again. Kate was meeting with America at the Sanctum with Stephen. So it was you, Yelena, and the pups. The Blonde was upstairs preparing the room for the twins. The plan was to stay in the apartment until the twined turned one. Looking for a new home while pregnant and preparing for newborns was tiring. Sighing, you stood up and walked up the stairsâone hand on your belly and the other on the railing. You found Yelena on the floor of the twinâs room. She was midway through building a rocking chair. However, she was flipping through one of the parenting books she bought when the doctor confirmed you were pregnant.
She was lost in her own world, unaware that you were standing in the doorway. You let her sit there, but she stared at the same page for a few minutes. You made your presence known. âBaby,â she finally looked up.
âDorogoy,â Yelena stood up and rushed over to you, her hands resting on your stomach. âAre you okay? Is it the babies?â You shook your head. You looked at your girlfriend, taking her face gently in your hands. There were dark bags underneath her eyes. How long has she been struggling, and you missed it?
âIâm fine,â you said. âWhatâs wrong, baby?â Yelena hesitated.
âNothing,â she lied. You frowned and brought her into your arms for a hug. Her body was tense against yours, but soon she slumped into you.
âTell me whatâs going through that pretty head of yours,â you softly spoke. Yelena stayed quiet but it was okay. You would hold her as long as she needed, even if your back started to hurt. Finally, she mumbled something you missed. âWhat?â You questioned. She repeated herself, but still, it was hard for you to hear. âBaby, I canât help if I canât hear you,â you pulled away from you.
âWhat if Iâm not good enough to be a mom?â She asked. Your heart broke. âI have done many bad things,â you knew some of those âbadâ things. You never saw them as bad. She was forced to be a pawn, and she was trying so hard to remove all the red. âWhat if I hurt them? I can not -â she shook her head. You felt the twinâs kick. They could sense Yelenaâs emotions. You took her hand and placed it on your stomach.
âThey are causing quite a commotion in there,â you smiled. âI think they can sense their mama is upset.â Yelena laughed, tears freely running down her cheeks. She kept her hands on your stomach.
âI love them so much already,â she admitted.
âI know you do,â Almost every night, Yelena would rest her head on your stomach and speak Russian to them. It was your favorite part of each day. She made sure to make meals that were safe for you. Whenever you needed a message, Yelena was the first to volunteer. âYou take such great care of me and the babies, Lena. You are going to be a great mom,â she opened her mouth to argue, but you shook her head. âYou deserve this life. You deserve to have a family and to be happy,â you wiped away her tears. âI know you will protect and love these troublemakers with your entire heart.â
âWhat if I mess up?â
âThen you mess up, but we will mess up together,â you kissed her softly. âNow, my back hurts. Do you think I can get a message?â Yelena chuckled, a smile finally on her face.
âYour wish is my command, my love.â
*
Delays were par for the course. At the beginning of the relationship, dates were missed or had to be rescheduled. You spent nights worrying sick because the mission took longer. When you received a text from Yelena that they were going to be home late, you understood, but it broke Olivia and Evanâs hearts. It was why you caved when they asked to stay up late after dinner to watch a movie. They lasted halfway through Frozen 2, and you were quick to follow them to sleep.
You woke up to your kids being moved, and you immediately grabbed them. âEasy, Princess,â it took a moment for your sleep-induced brain to see Yelena holding Olivia. âItâs just us.â
âYouâre home,â you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. Kate smiled, and you couldnât help but fall more in love with her.
âGo to bed, baby,â Yelena said. âWeâll put the little ones to bed.â You nodded and kissed your kids before heading to your room. You sat at the foot of your bed and waited for them, stretching your neck. Sleeping on the couch always put a strain on your neck. Yelena was the first in the bedroom. Her hair was wet, and she wore one of Kateâs tracksuits. They must have stopped at the compound before heading over here. âI missed you,â she admitted and kissed you softly. Kissing Yelena was your favorite. It was hard for the Black Widow to vocalize her feelings, but the way she kissed you said enough.
âI missed you too,â you smiled. âAre there any injuries?â She shook her head. âPromise?â she twirled around in a circle. You saw nothing, but she looked tired. âDo you want me to braid your hair, or do you want to go to bed?â
âCan you braid it? Kate is not good at it,â you smiled and nodded. She went into the bathroom to grab the supplies you needed. Kate came in while she was there. Before you could ask if she was okay, she kissed you. Kate was always an aggressive kisser when she came home. It took your breath away.
âHi, baby girl,â she said. You smiled.
âHi, Katie,â the archer rolled her eyes. The Black Widow came out of the bathroom with a hair brush and a ponytail. You moved to the center of the bed so she could sit before you. Kate kissed Yelena before going into the bathroom herself. âAre you okay, sweetheart?â You asked, sitting up on your knees and beginning to brush her hair. She hummed.
âTired,â she whispered. âAnd I missed you and the twins,.â You wanted to say you missed her too ,and the twins were heartbroken when they were delayed. But that wasnât going to help.
âYour sister and Maria came over,â you told her. âSomeone told them we are getting another dog,â you chuckled as Yelena tensed up.
âI do not know who told them that,â she said. âMaybe it was Livie,â but it probably was Olivia. You knew she would join your wifeâs agenda no matter what it was. You kissed her cheek and finished the braid.
âPrincess,â you looked at Kate, and your eyes looked at the pregnancy test in her hands. âIs this real?â You wanted to say you would never joke about a positive pregnancy test after the hell you went through the first time, but you nodded.
âI took the test two days ago,â you said. Kateâs blue eyes filled with tears. Yelena stood up and took the test from Kateâs hand.
âIt worked?â Yelenaâs voice cracked. You nodded.
âMuch easier than the first time,â your vision began to blur with your own tears. The Blonde moved to hug you, and you felt her tears against your skin.
âWe are getting a new four-leg child and one with two,â she said. You pulled away from her.
âYelena Belova,â you sternly said. âI told you we are not getting a third dog until you fully retire. I am not taking care of three dogs and three kids by myself.â
âCould be twins,â Kate said, laying behind you in bed. She placed her on your stomach underneath your shirt. Goosebumps form on your skin. You loved the feeling of Kateâs hands, warm and calloused.
âIf you knocked me up with twins again, I might divorce both of you,â you teased and rested your body on Kate, melting against hers. Yelena crossed her legs and took your hand. She looked lost in thought. You squeezed her hand, and she looked at you.
âThis was our last mission,â she told you. âWe are missing too much here, and I do not want to fight anymore.â You were proud of how well you kept your excitement masked. Part of you believed that the only thing that was going to stop Yelena and Kate from going on mission was an injury or maybe even their death. But she was right. She deserved it. They both did.
âI guess I can make room for both of you,â your body shook from Kateâs laughter. The Blonde rolled her eyes and laid her head on your stomach. She kissed it and mumbled something in Russian. You glanced at Kate over your shoulder, and she smiled fondly at the Blonde.
âI love you both,â she said.
âLove you too,â you werenât expecting a response from Yelena as she was fast asleep, a protective hold on your stomach.
Sometime in the future
Soft kisses on your shoulder drew you out of sleep. You tried to ignore it, but your lips traveled up your neck. âI know you are up, Princess,â you felt Kateâs breath against your neck. âWe have a busy Saturday morning. Lena is starting breakfast.â You groaned and burrowed your face deeper into the pillow.
âI wouldnât be so tired if someone wasnât so needy last night.â
âIf I remember correctly, you werenât complaining,â you heard the smirk in her voice. You rolled your eyes and climbed out of bed, stretching your hands above your head. You felt her eyes gaze over your naked body.
âCan you keep your hands to yourself if we shower together?â It was the fastest youâve seen her get out of bed.
*
âI thought I was going to have to call the Coast Guard,â Yelena teased as you entered the kitchen. You kissed her cheek.
âDonât be jealous,â you pinched her back, and she yelped. âSo,â you poured yourself a cup of coffee. âWhatâs the plan of attack?â You asked. Saturdays were always busy in your house. With five kids, four dogs, and a cat, it seemed everyone needed to be somewhere. Soccer bags needed to be packed, paint brushes to be washed, and pointe shoes needed new ribbons.
It was hectic, and sometimes you felt like you were pulled in a hundred and one directions, but you had your wives by your side to help. âAre you listening?â Yelena smiled.
âYes,â you lied. She gave you a pointed look, which you ignored, and wrapped your arms around her waist.
âIncoming!â You heard Kate yell, followed by your three oldest running down the stairs. This was normal. Your home was loud, crazy, and chaotic but full of love. You burrowed your face in the crook of Yelenaâs neck and kissed the skin you could reach.
âThank you,â you whispered against her. âThank you for loving me and giving me a family.â
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Jude Bellingham Comfort fluff??? Maybe reader is on her period and she suffers from endometriosis đđ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
Silly comfort -Jude Bellingham
|WARNINGS: fluff and cute
|AUTHOR'S NOTE: loved writing this!If you have any other idea let me know girlie!
|SUMMARY:Your boyfriend is the only solution to your pain...
You were curled up on the couch, clutching a hot water bottle to your abdomen. The familiar, excruciating pain of your endometriosis had flared up again, and this time it seemed worse than ever. The cramps were relentless, and no amount of painkillers seemed to help.
The front door opened, and you heard Judeâs footsteps as he walked in. You had texted him earlier, letting him know you weren't feeling well, but you hadnât expected him to come over so soon.
âHey, love,â Jude said softly as he entered the living room. His eyes immediately filled with concern when he saw you. âHow are you feeling?â
âTerrible,â you admitted, your voice weak. âThe cramps are really bad today.â
He frowned, coming over to sit beside you. âIâm sorry, sweetheart. Is there anything I can do to help?â
You shook your head, wincing as another wave of pain washed over you. Jude reached out and gently took the hot water bottle from you, placing it on the coffee table. He then carefully gathered you into his arms, holding you close.
âIâve got you,â he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âJust try to relax.â
You nestled against his chest, feeling his warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was comforting, and despite the pain, you felt a little better just being close to him.
âHave you eaten anything?â he asked, stroking your hair.
âNo, I donât really have an appetite,â you replied.
âHow about some tea? It might help a bit,â he suggested.
You nodded, and Jude gently laid you back against the cushions before heading to the kitchen. You could hear him moving around, the sound of the kettle boiling, and soon he returned with a steaming mug of chamomile tea.
âHere you go,â he said, handing it to you. âDrink it slowly.â
You took a sip, the warmth of the tea soothing your throat. Jude sat beside you again, his arm around your shoulders.
âThank you,â you murmured, leaning into him.
âAnything for you,â he replied, rubbing your arm gently. âI hate seeing you in pain.â
You closed your eyes, savoring the comfort of his presence. Despite the pain, having Jude there made everything a little more bearable.
âDo you want to watch a movie or something?â he asked. âMaybe itâll help take your mind off things.â
âYeah, that sounds nice,â you said, managing a small smile.
Jude picked up the remote and turned on the TV, scrolling through the options until you found your favorite cringy-romantic movie. As the movie started, he settled back, making sure you were comfortable against him.
âDo you remember the first time we watched this?â he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. âYou laughed so hard you snorted soda out of your nose.â
You chuckled, the memory brightening your mood a little. âYeah, I remember. You teased me about it for days.â
âI still have the video,â he said, grinning. âWant to see it?â
âOh, no you donât,â you warned, but you couldnât help laughing as he pulled out his phone and started playing the video. Seeing your younger self, doubled over with laughter, did make you smile despite the pain.
âYou were so adorable,â Jude said, kissing your temple. âStill are.â
As the movie played on, Jude started to get even sillier. He mimicked the charactersâ voices, exaggerating their accents and making you laugh. He made funny faces, did little dances, and even tried to do some of the more ridiculous scenes from the movie.
âJude, stop,â you giggled, holding your side. âYouâre going to make the cramps worse!â
âBut laughter is the best medicine!â he declared dramatically, making you laugh even more.
Despite the pain, you couldnât help but feel lighter. Judeâs antics were working, and for a little while, you forgot about the discomfort.
After the movie, Jude turned to you with a serious look on his face. âI have one more trick up my sleeve,â he said.
âWhatâs that?â you asked, curious.
âTickle attack!â he shouted, and before you could react, he was gently tickling your sides. You squealed, trying to squirm away, but he was relentless.
âJude, stop! I surrender!â you laughed, breathless.
He finally relented, pulling you into a tight hug. âI just want to see you smile,â he said softly. âEven when things are tough.â
You looked up at him, your heart swelling with love. âThank you, Jude. You always know how to make me feel better.â
âAnything for you,â he said, kissing your forehead. âNow, how about we order some comfort food and watch another movie?â
âThat sounds perfect,â you agreed, snuggling closer to him. With Jude by your side, you knew you could get through anything.
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âł DO YOU FEEL... BONITA? â
đŒynopsis. in which you replace their chap-stick for a red lipstick. the question is: do they feel bonita? đčairing. enha!member x female!reader. đ°enre. fluff, crack, kind of suggestive at jay's part, trendy. đarnings. curse words, mention of having a period, mentions of food, riki's kind of mean? , not proofread, english is not my 1st language. đđŹ. 2k+ đ¶asterlist.
⥠đȘmelie's đ·ote: this scenario ended up being super basic, i feel bad for you guys (àč-ïč-àč) i haven't been really active, so i wanted to post something decent, but... i don't know, you guys tell me if this one wasn't the greatest lol also, i wanted to share a new word i learned a few days ago: therefore! now you might even see this word being casually used on my writings ><
â đ±eeseung: suspects... a lot.
"babe, are you leaving already?" you pouted, watching him picking up his wallet and checking his phone; expecting a text from enha's group-chat. "yeah, i'm actually running late," he chuckled. "they arrived?! 'kay, a kiss for you miss, before i'm gone." he kisses your lips and heeseung notices your nose scrunched. "what?" seeing him frown, you decide it was the perfect chance for you to hand him your special chap-stick. "your lips are kind of crusty, here," you notice an even more confused face expression coming from him. "what do you mean... crusty?" "just apply it! it'll surely make it better!" you explain, making him sigh and finally apply the red lipstick all over his lips - making him look like a clown. "okay, can i go now, princess?" you nod and he smiles, giving you a small peck before finally leaving.
an hour later you heard the door being snapped open, and that's when you knew: heeseung learned about the lipstick. "y/n! why would you do this?!" a sudden shout echoed through the walls of your shared home. "heeseung? baby?" you appeared, coming out of the kitchen with a mischievous grin. "what happened?" you asked, holding a innocent voice. "what have you done to my lips, y/n?!" his face expression was a mix of embarrassment and worry. "what do you mean? you look-" you let out a stifled laugh. "fine! you look fine!" "baby, no way this" he points to his red stained lips. "looks fine! the boys started to laugh at me and i didn't know why! even riki made fun of me!" your boyfriend whined with embarrassment. "now i know why the waiter started to look at me with a funny face..." "i still think you look handsome with your red lips." "IT'S RED LIPSTICK?!"
long story short: heeseung couldn't trust when you gave him a chap-stick EVER. he always makes sure to check the colour of it and even learned a trick to double check it: by pulling you for a kiss. and what can i say... you may have been caught a few many times.
â đłongseong: couldn't care less.
you were brave enough to make your boyfriend apply chap-stick while going out on a date night with him. in the car you told him his lips were looking kind of dry, and knowing where and how this night could turn out, he immediately took the chap-stick you handed him, applying all over his lips â with abundance, highlighting even more the red lipstick you purposely replaced. arriving at the front, jongseong handed the valet parking his car keys, entering the restaurant with you. when both of you walked into the place, the waitress who works at the front door couldn't stop staring at your boyfriend; and you swear that if he wasn't wearing such an scandalous colour of lipstick you would assume she was flirting with jongseong.
anyway, after some good wine and a delicious meal course, you were sat beside jongseong, half of your back was falling to his side â close to his chest. meanwhile, his arm was hugging your shoulder while holding your right hand, a romantic and intimate position to stay. your boyfriend would place kisses onto your forehead. during this whole intimate moment, you decided to make him apply more lipstick since it was fading. however, after a few minutes, you realised he won't notice it, so you took matters to your own hands, pulling your phone from your purse and asking for a picture. agreeing, you opened the camera app, revealing his subtle red lips.
"what is this on my lips?" he gently touched his lips. "what do you mean?" you turned your head to look at him, pretending to be curious. "sweetheart, what have you done?" jongseong asks you with a small grin, dropping his head to the side, shooting you heart eyes. you chuckle, amused. "i didn't do anything," you shrug. "you may have kissed the waitress, she is wearing red lipstick." he laughs out loud, leading to a few confused sights laying on both of you. "this red lipstick might stain your lips soon..." he whispers against your lips. "i can't take you seriously right now!" you giggle and he smirks, amused.
â đłaeyun: "your daddy feels bonita, layla"
jaeyun enjoys going out for a walk with his daughter: layla. and usually, both of you go out together, and this time couldn't be different. however, the only difference this time was your boyfriend's red stained lips. you told him, while walking, that you've been using this new chap-stick and commenting on how much your lips have looked and felt more hydrated â even jaeyun agreed. therefore, you pulled the famous chap-stick out of your jean's pocket and handed him, making him a bit startle from the way you casually pulled it out of your pocket right after finishing talking about it. you noticed he pondered a bit before applying it all over his lips. you smiled while he was doing so, finding this situation amusingly cute. he smacked his lips together, commenting after a surprised hum: "it's actually good, i can already feel my lips hydrated!"
layla began to feel tired, so did you and jaeyun, so, spotting a bench nearby, you sat beside your boyfriend while layla sat on the floor. and if this couldn't get better, your little family stopped at a crowded park, so as people passed by, jaeyun couldn't be ignored. "babe, why's there so many people staring at me? even girls! don't they see i am taken?!" he complained while pouting, hugging your arm. "right baby?- why are you laughing?" he frowned, even more confused when he saw you taking a sneaky picture of him. suddenly, a kid shouts: "look, mum! a clown!" the mum stares at you, at your daughter and then at your boyfriend, and she were clearly holding herself and not burst out of laughter. layla begins to woof at the kid, and you say: "calm down, baby, your daddy feels bonita, layla." "what does this even means-"
minutes later he discovered what that meant. àŽŠà”àŽŠàŽż(Ë” âąÌ Ꭰ- Ë” )
â đŒunghoon: he has a convenience store phobia now.
you were craving something sweet in the middle of the night since your period has started, so you asked you gently asked your boyfriend to go to the convenience store for you and buy you a sweet treat. sunghoon, feeling a bit upset, agreed, since he felt afraid you wouldn't be able to feel better soon. with that, he covered himself with warm coats as you told him so. however, before he left you told your boyfriend to apply some chap-stick â telling him the cold weather could break his lips. he simply nodded, asking you to apply it for him and you did it perfectly â since he were sweet for going to the convenience store for you under the cold weather and at night. you stole a kiss from him before he was gone, trying your best to quickly turn your face away from him because your lips might have been stained by the colour of his.
"i am never coming back to that convenience store ever again." "oh, hey, baby," "y/n, why does my lips look red?!" sunghoon questioned with terror. "what do you mean?" you dropped your head to the side, faking a confused feeling. "y/n, the cashier was looking at me funny and even an old lady was staring at me like i was crazy!" your boyfriend explained, holding two plastic bags full of your sweet treats. "and then, i could not notice them staring at me, so the moment i stepped out of that place i pulled my phone and checked myself and i saw this... i mean, there were many reasons why they could be staring at me, and usually is because i am handsome, not this!" he points to his face entirely. you giggled as you felt his desperation. "you are so cute, i love you, even with your red lipstick." you kiss him on the cheek. "i am killing myself." he says with the most serious face ever, plopping on the sofa. "well... more chocolates for me." you shrug.
â đŒunoo: silly lovers hehe.
you watched this trend of replacing chap-stick for lipstick go viral everywhere, so you decided to try it out with your boyfriend. so, when both of you were sat on the sofa, you asked him for a kiss, and when he gave you one, you scrunched your nose and commented: "your lips are dry, let me get you a chap-stick!" he frowned, knowing that his lip care routine is amazing. but anyway, he couldn't reply it to you since you were already gone picking up that chap-stick. you came back holding it in your hand and sitting back on the sofa. "okay, mind if i apply it?" you asked him that because the lipstick's stick is bright red and it was way too obvious. also! you knew about sunoo's lip care routine and knew he was already suspecting something. "okay, go ahead..."
after you applied it, you quickly closed the chap-stick's cap, however, sunoo saw the bright red colour peaking out for a few seconds, frowning before bursting out of laughter. "what was that?!" he asked between cute giggles and a big cheeky grin. "what?" you tried to hold a smile from spreading across your face, but a small giggle came out of you. "why was the chap-stick red?" "i-it's because it is cherry flavoured, dummy!" you explained, but sunoo side eyed you, not believing in it. therefore, he rubs his index finger over his bottom lip and confirms: it was indeed red lipstick. "y/n!" he amusingly screams your name, making you run across the whole living room, before he caught you and forces you to apply it too. sunoo might even take a picture of both of you just sharing his funny moment >_<.
â đłungwon: finds out alone because his qi is 200+
it was saturday and usually, when jungwon has some free time, he enjoys going out with you and spoil you â since he could spend time with you, gifting you things and making you happy. however, you wanted to play with your boyfriend before leaving, so, you handed him your special chap-stick and told him that it was a brand you really liked â and he made sure to note that. jungwon applied it innocently, not waiting for anything special. smacking his lips together, he held your hand and took his car keys, driving you to the mall. entering the air-conditioned surroundings, you told your boyfriend you wanted to go get some ice cream before visiting the stores â just to see how the cashier would react; and their reaction couldn't be more accurate: discreet giggles and a smirk were noticeable.
"babe, why was that guy laughing at us? do i have something on my face?" poor baby, you wanted to tell him YES! straight ahead, but you knew this was way too good to give up. so you just shook your head, leaving the kitten with a question mark sat on his head. while walking past the mall stores, you remembered you were running out of skin care products. therefore, you went to sephora to buy them. but, during your search, jungwon was looking around the store when he came across an isle with lipsticks displayed. he frowned when the same chap-stick packaging he saw earlier was saying it was a red lipstick. suddenly, he felt someone nudging him, so he turned to see he was it. "looking at our red lipstick collections?" a lady who looked like she worked there asked, and jungwon's frown just deepened. "um... red?" "yes! looks like you are wearing it on your lips at the moment, isn't it great?"
"babe, do you think i should get this vanilla one or this- ... oh, you found out... heh..." "y/n!"
â đ»iki: when they go low, i go lower.
since riki was messing up with you regularly, you decided to have your sweet revenge by making him wear a beautiful red lipstick! so you replaced the chap-stick for a lipstick and before he went to practice, you told him it was cold outside and his lips might dry a little bit faster. even though you were the one applying it, riki was insisting it was fine before giving in and letting you do whatever. you made sure to make it pretty much uneven and smudged to mess up with him even more. you gave his cheek a little kiss before waving him goodbye. the last thing you know was that your boyfriend arrived home pissed off, saying that the boys were making fun of him during practice. and you might wonder: how he didn't notice since a practice room has a literal mirror wall?! because, you know how much riki likes his hoodies? so, his hoodie's hood was covering his face almost completely! however, he noticed a few minutes into practice after one of the members point out and he finally realises.
after that day, riki's mind have been trying to come out with a worse prank for weeks. he knew that you were going to hang out with your friends the next day, so he decided to, after you were fast asleep, he would sneakily draw and write ridiculous things on your face and somehow try to convince you that he could do your make-up. surprisingly, you woke up the next day in a good mood and already forgetting about that prank you did with your boyfriend, you accepted it â and of course he pretended to do it. when you left to hang out with your friends, not even five minutes passed by and you were already texting riki, saying that you were going to kill him â and even sending a picture of your face, texting a hundred question marks.
riki were only forgiven because he got your favourite food that day, otherwise... ( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°)
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hangover w/ jung wooyoung
i am being destroyed by a hangover currently so have this tiny little thing i wrote to make me feel better đââïž
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âoh,â wooyoung just stands there in the doorway, one hand holding your door open and the other resting gently on his hip. whatever he was expecting to see, it wasnât this. âmy, my! you really are rotting away today, arenât you?â
you grumble something incoherent from inside your cocoon of quilts, tugging it tighter around your face until your your nose and eyes are on show. itâs warm in there, and that warmth is your only protection from the cold, sad, terrible world outside. the one that wooyoung is so graciously letting in though your bedroom door. if you had the effort to stand, youâd pull him inside, but at this moment in time, you barely have the effort to swipe aside the hair that hangs over your eyes.
âshut up and get in here,â he rolls his eyes at your demand, but complies nonetheless. the door slams, locking the real world outside of your bedroom once more. itâs better that way, you tell yourself, the real world is too cruel and bitter for you to handle right now.
wooyoung takes a few cautious steps across the room, careful to avoid the neat piles of rejected outfits from the night prior. he spots a few familiar items, humming as he sees his favourite top that you wear screwed up and in a limp pile by the foot of the bed. he wouldâve liked to have seen you in it last night, finding the way it hugs your chest absolutely mesmerising. the top you wore instead was pretty, sure, but that one? itâs a wet dream come true.
âscooch,â he insists as he parks himself on edge the mattress. you shuffle over a few inches to give him just enough space to lie down. heâll of course, have to be presses up against you to even begin to feel like he isnât about to fall off, but maybe thatâs all part of your plan. âand give me some quilt! we canât cuddle properly unless weâre both snug!â as he wraps his arms around your form, forcing a thigh between your own to tangle your legs together, you open your cocoon just wide enough for him to slip inside. he hums gratefully as he enters the warm chamber youâve created.
âyou have far too many clothes on,â you whisper as you slip a hand beneath his hoodie. thereâs zero ulterior motives other than the need to be close to him; a motive that is severely hindered when wooyoung seems to have dressed himself for winter. you donât press the issue, though, simply resting your hand flat against his spine and waiting for him to decide whether to be evil and deprive you of his flesh against yours or not.
âand you have nothing on,â he states the obvious, âiâm sure i dressed your drunk little ass in a hoodie before i left last night,â a finger trails itâs way up the naked curve of your back and you canât help but shiver. âi told you to take your makeup off too but i guess you were staging a rebellion against me or something?â
you squeeze him tighter, hoping itâll distract him from teasing you about your drunken stubbornness. knowing wooyoung, nothing will stop him from running his mouth, but you can try! fortune favours the bold, and thereâs nothing more bold than trying to stun your boyfriend into silence with a bone-crushingly tight hug and a dream.
he chuckles softly at your behaviour and for a moment, you think it might have worked. as he takes a finger and pushes that one piece of hair away from your face, youâre sure that nothing but fluff and softness will fall from his lips. itâs workedâ
âyouâre cute when youâre all hungover and messy,â nevermind, âwe should drink together more often just so i can see you all grumpy and irritable the next morning,â he presses a wet kiss against your forehead, but youâre far too lazy to wipe it away, âthe smeared makeup really adds to how adorable you are, by the way.â
âwooyoung!â
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