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To All The Men Iâve Fucked Before ; (M) jjk
⣠When your secret 'sex' journal entries are somehow texted to the people they were written about, including a couple of coworkers and your best friend, you find your quiet work existence turned upside down. based off of TATBILB.
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âł #NetflixReImaginedBTS: Jeon Jungkook x Reader starring in a fake dating au, photographer!JK, stylist!Reader
⢠pairing: photographer!jungkook x stylist!reader
⢠word count: 30.7k
⢠genre + warnings: nsfw 18+, fake relationship, smluff Š & angst, kissing, fluffy fake relationship cuteness, jealousy, jungkook needs help with feelings, clothed humping, explicit sexual content in the form of unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, body worship, cunnilingus, fingering, handjob, hickies, blowjob, creampie, begging, strip tease if you squint, baby petname, crying, feelings of heartbreak, oh did i mention angst? namkook fist fight, minimal arguing, minimal blood, other idols make brief appearances, OT7 is presentÂ
⢠summary: When your secret 'sex' journal entries are somehow texted to the people they were written about, including a couple of coworkers and your best friend, you find your quiet work existence turned upside down. based off of the netflix film and novel by jenny han, but different.
⢠an: hello, hello! this is probably my favorite story to date that iâve written and the longest one shot! I am so grateful to everyone who helped me by reading this (most are not on tumblr), but especially my baby hana, @taestulipâ, who always reads and hypes me up. the movie/book series itâs based off of is honestly one of my faves, and turning it into an adult version was a lot of fun! I know i took out some characters and changed a lot of the plot devices, but for good reason, as it is itâs own novel, I did not want to encroach on that territory. fake dating auâs are some of my absolute faves and so i hope you enjoy this! sorry for the length, sksksks.
⢠prologues: NJ & Reader | Love Triangle (coming soon) |
The large glass building was located on the corner of the block, in the heart of the city. A sight to see from all corners of the downtown area, you loved that you worked at BigHit Music. Of course, housing the globally recognized idol duo, SeoulM8, made working there fun. You walked into the building, and swiped your badge as you made your way through the secured entrance and up the elevator to your office.Â
The gold plaque on your door highlighted your name and position. To this day youâre still in awe to see your name engraved in sans serif with the words âLead Wardrobe Stylistâ written beneath it. You entered the office, flipping on the lights and smiling at the large board along the back wall. It was covered with the designs you would need for the upcoming shoot for SeoulM8âs fan content, first single off their newest album, and plans for the concert wardrobe as well.Â
Placing your empty insulated coffee tumbler on your desk, you set down all of your belongings, organizing your design tablet, notebook, and favorite writing utensils before once again taking the tumbler in hand. A cup of coffee would be perfect to start your busy Monday before your meeting with Jimin and Taehyung about their wardrobe later today.Â
Walking into the employee lounge area, you set about making your coffee. Others walked in and out, dropping off packed lunches and grabbing coffee as well, so you canât help but hear the gossip as two of the women who work with SeoulM8 discuss the latest office drama.
âI canât believe it. She broke up with him!â Becca said, her colorful pixie cut swaying slightly as she shook her head.
âSheâs crazy, Jungkook is gorgeous; have you seen his thighs?â Theresa responded, twirling her dark purple curls in wonder.
You stirred in the caramel creamer slowly, listening to their conversation. Jeon Jungkook and Jeon Somin (no relation) had been dating for almost as long as you could remember. It was surprising to hear that they were broken up.Â
âSomin is really pretty too, though, she could have any guy⌠What if thatâs what it was?â
âYou think someone better than Jungkook came along and wooed her?â
âI mean⌠I swore I heard a rumor that she went out on a date with one of the actors, but who knows. All we know for sure is that Jungkook is single.âÂ
Finishing your coffee, you closed the lid to your favorite cup and left the room, smiling politely to Becca and Theresa who provided you with the information that had your head reeling. The entire walk back to your office, and even once you were seated at the desk, you couldnât stop thinking about Jungkook and Somin.
Somin was one of the first friends you made at BigHit School for Music and Artists when you transferred in after completing your AA requirements at another university. BHSMA operated differently than traditional universities, converting students to employees at the company associated with the school. It was where you met Jungkook, Jimin, and a few other people that you worked closely with at the company. After that first year though, you grew apart from some of the people you spent that entire first year with, making new friends, like the one walking in through your office door.
So lost in thoughts of the past, you almost knocked over your perfectly made coffee onto your design tablet, where you had been sketching aimlessly. A dimpled smile was the cause of your quickly beating heart, complimenting the face of Namjoon, who startled you when he called your name loudly.
âJoon, I swear, one day, you will be the death of me, and my electronics.â
âListen, you dropped your phone all on your own, no one told you to be scared when I walked into the room.â
âStop being so fucking loud when you enter, you startle people!â
He just laughed, his pretty eyes disappearing as he expelled joy. Namjoon was glowing, his tanned skin looking healthy and youthful. You couldnât help but smile at him as he pushed his falling platinum hair out of his dark eyes and set his gaze on you.
âI think Iâm gonna do it today, Y/N.â
You froze, smile still on display, but a little less enthusiastic than when he had first walked in.
âDo it?â You asked, wary as you saw his hand drift to his inside coat pocket.
âI love her, Y/N. I think Iâm gonna ask her to be mine, always.â Namjoon removed a small velvet box from his pocket and you reached for it, hand trembling slightly. Namjoon, in his excitement, was oblivious to the way you shook, as well as the sound of your heart splintering. âDo you think Jennie will like it?â
Looking at the ring tucked into the box, you nodded, not trusting your voice. Of course Jennie would. It was beautiful. A rose gold band with an opulent Moonstone set in the middle, and two smaller diamonds set on either side. You knew that the moonstone was Joonâs favorite, he talked about how much he loved the moon countless late nights that you would sit with him in his studio.
âItâs gorgeous, Namjoon.â You said quietly. This time, he noticed the tremble of your voice, and stood worriedly from where he was perched on the corner of your desk.
âWhoa, whatâs wrong?â He asked you, concerned by your demeanor.
âNothing, Iâm just so happy for you.â You lied, tilting your head back to blink away the forming tears. Believing you, he enveloped you into a hug and you hugged him back tightly, afraid to let go.
âAh, you have a meeting soon and Iâm here making you cry⌠Iâll see you after and tell you how it went! Good luck, Y/N!â
Namjoon exited your office, footsteps light as he headed towards his future⌠and away from you. Sinking into your chair, you take several steadying breaths in order to settle your heart. Why did it hurt so much? You had given up on the idea of you and Namjoon a long time ago. This wasnât what you expected to have to deal with when you arrived to work, but you were a professional. Wiping your smudged eyeliner to clean up your makeup, you looked down at your design tablet, where you see the sketch of a professional camera held by a large hand up to a large doe eye half finished on your screen.Â
Hitting the ânewâ button, you begin to draw anew on a clean canvas creating the concept for the concert design for your meeting with SeoulM8 later on.
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Sitting at home, you massaged the soles of your feet as you rested on your couch with your younger sister, Yuna, who was doing her homework at the coffee table. It had been a long day, but Jimin and Taehyung loved your idea for their concert concept: young guys traveling Seoul for group songs, and angelic, soft individual images of them with feathered outfits to match their solo songs.Â
âYuna⌠Namjoon is getting engaged today.â
Your sister stopped working, turning to look at you with eyes wide. She had been diligently studying for the cosmetology courses she was taking at your alma mater in hopes of getting hired at the same company as you. This news threw her off track.
âWhat? Heâwait, what?â
You nodded, letting out a deep sigh as you turned towards the floor to ceiling windows in the living room. Rain was steadily falling, the perfect backdrop to your mood.
âBoth of our dreams are shattered. He showed me the ring and said he was proposing today. To Jennie.â
Yuna flung herself onto the couch dramatically.Â
âCan we please drink to drown our sorrows? This homework can wait.âÂ
You nodded, turning on Netflix before getting up to grab the wine and glasses. While you stood on tiptoe at the edge of the counter, reaching up into the tall cabinet for the long stemmed glasses, the doorbell to your apartment rang.
âIâll get it!â Yuna yelled, and so you clambered onto the counter, knees digging into the marble as you finally managed to reach your goal.Â
âOh! Namjoon?â
You almost slipped from where you were perched, confused as to why your newly engaged best friend would be loudly squelching his tennis shoes into your apartment and not ravishing his fiancee. You expected a text or call about the engagement, not a personally delivered update.Â
You wouldnât be able to pretend this time.Â
Turning to look at the entryway, you see a downtrodden and sopping wet Namjoon, eyes rimmed red from crying.
âJoonie?â Your voice was soft, questioning. He maneuvered across the kitchen with just three big steps and pulled you into his arms. His body slotted between your thighs where you sat on the counter after almost falling, and he let loose a sob that broke your heart even more than earlier.
âJoon, what happened?â You asked, scared.
âJ-Jennie⌠she said no.â Your eyes widened in shock, but you waited patiently for him to continue. âSheâs moving to Japan, she took that expansion position⌠She broke up with me.â
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It was a long night to say the least. 2 wine glasses turned into 3 once Namjoon had shown up. You grabbed some of his spare clothes for him to change into, threw his stuff in the washer, and joined Yuna and him back in the living room where they had both curled up and began watching The Start Up on Netflix.Â
Climbing onto the couch, you wrapped your arm around him and placed your head on his shoulder. He kissed your forehead before settling in to watch TV, and you couldnât help the way your heart reacted to it. He had always been affectionate with you during your time as best friends, though it had lessened some the more serious he and Jennie became. The difference now was that this time, he was single. A part of you hoped it could mean more in the future.Â
By episode 2, Namjoon was asleep on Yunaâs shoulder; no surprise considering how tired he must have been. He had cried on his way to your apartment, and the last of his tears onto your shirt when he arrived. Luckily, you hadnât yet changed out of your own work clothes, so when you grabbed his garments, you took the opportunity to change into a spaghetti strap tank and sweatpants for couch cuddling. You turned off the TV as you untangled yourself from him, stretching as he roused slightly from your movements.Â
âDonât you two just look like the sweetest couple,â you say yawning, gently teasing your sister who was beet red from your words. Her crush on Namjoon was nothing new, but not something she wanted him to know about. She already knew she was too young for him; seen as nothing more than his best friendâs little sister. A part of Yuna was jealous that you had better chances with him than she did.
âShut it!â Her whisper is harsh, but Namjoon slept on, unaware of the sisterly teasing. âI already know youâre gonna write all about this in your sex book!âÂ
You rolled your eyes, having forgotten about your old journal that you kept. You just shrugged, leaning down to gently wake Namjoon so you can put him to bed.
âCome on sleepy⌠Letâs get up and go to bed okay?âÂ
His large frame shuffled across the living room and down the hallway to your room. You heard him plop heavily on your bed, probably already asleep without having pulled back the covers. You put the empty wine glasses into the sink and straightened up the living room a tiny bit before you went to your room as well.Â
Not yet ready for bed, you sat at your desk with the small lamp on, staring at the old journal your sister reminded you about. The image on the front is faded; you can barely make out what it used to be as youâve covered it with doodles and stickers that are peeling at the edges. Opening it, you turned through the pages, taking in the lengthy entries about the boys youâve slept with, starting with the one you lost your virginity to.Â
Your finger grazed across the fancy calligraphy where you wrote his name at the top in a purple gel pen in. Jeon Jungkook. You laughed at the way you wrote about him, first describing him as a person before giving the intimate details of the experience, and finally ending it with a brief message of what you had wanted to say to him. Your eyes scanned the page, certain sentences catching your attention as you read it.Â
â...and the way he held my neck when he first entered me, I think Iâm in love.â
âHe said it was his first time too. Does this mean something?â
âJungkook, having you as my first⌠I want you to be my last. You looked at me as if the galaxies were reflected in my eyes. I want to feel the way you make me feel all the time. I hope that this does change things between us, but in a good way.â
You cringe a little, remembering how it didnât turn out that way. Instead, after that night 5 years ago, you didnât talk to Jungkook for a couple of days due to exam week. You texted him after your last test and he told you to come over; he wanted to talk to you about something too. But when you went to his dorm to see him and confess, you found him with Somin, your best friend at the time. They werenât doing anything outrageous, just sitting on his twin bed in his dorm room talking, but you heard what she was saying through the door that was cracked.
Somin was confessing. You had no idea that she liked him too. It made your heart tight knowing that he had slept with you a week prior, and now your best friend was confessing to him. To be fair, neither of you had told the other about your feelings towards him. So instead of walking in and telling him how you felt, you left. He had texted you later asking what happened to you coming over but you lied, saying you had gotten busy.Â
On the last day of the semester, Somin shared that she was dating Jungkook. Shocked and heartbroken, you wasted no time packing up your dorm for the summer and traveling home. Phone calls, texts, and plans to meetup became less frequent between your group of friends over the following semester until they eventually stopped. Did you stop talking to Jungkook and Somin⌠or was it them that stopped talking to you?Â
Turning the pages, you move on from the thoughts of the photographer and stop at the next blank page. Grabbing a blue gel pen from the cup on your desk, you write with flair.Â
Kim Namjoon.
How do I even begin to express how I feel about you? God, you make my heart flutter. I met you at a time when I needed someone. You were the bane of my existence at first, blasting your loud music from the apartment under mine. Going to yell at you turned out to be the best thing. You turned out to be the best thing. Of course, you had just started going out on dates with Jennie and you would be graduating a year ahead of me, but I knew that we would stay best friends. I mean, most BHSMA students intern at and get hired by the company. So for the longest time, I hid my feelings from you. That one night, before you and Jennie were exclusive⌠when we had sex, I thought my heart would burst. I never wanted a man so badly before that night. You are the moon in my sky, Kim Namjoon. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? What other being could wrap me in love from beginning to end? Tonight you have just lost your moon. I am a terrible person because a part of me is happy to not be losing her moon. So now, I will climb into bed next to your sleeping body and hold you close as we sleep, and pray when the morning comes, in the light of the day, you will open your eyes and see meâthe faint moon in the sky that has always been there for you. Maybe you will finally see meâand decide you want me too.
Setting the pen down, you reach for your phone. In your slightly drunken state, you decided to take pictures of each entry, in order to move these to a more secure environment and take your journal digital. You snapped a picture of each page (not that there were many) before you checked your phone for messages and plugged it in. You left your room to shut down all the lights now that Yuna was finished putting away her stuff and making her way to bed as well.Â
âHey, can I grab an extra notebook from your stash? I need to finish taking these notes on mixing hair colors.â
âSure, itâs under the desk in the blue bin.â
She nodded and you continued past her, double checking the door to make sure it was locked before moving to throw Namjoonâs clothes into the dryer. Once satisfied that the house was in order, you went to your room. Yuna was standing over your desk, eyes reading your latest entry into the journal.
âYuna! Get out!â
âThis is beautiful though, he should see it. You need to tell him how you feel!âÂ
You shook your head.
âNo. He just got his heart broken. Itâs not the time to tell him.â
âYouâre stubborn,â she whispered back at you, âyouâre gonna lose him again!â
âThen thatâs how it was destined to be. But I am not taking advantage of his vulnerable state.â
âYouâre gonna be single forever. Spending every night with your baby sister, drinking wine because all the men you have ever loved have moved on!â
âGo to bed, Yuna!â
She shrugged as she walked out of the room, knowing that she was right. Deep down, a part of you felt like she was right too.Â
Climbing into bed, you struggled to lift the covers over Namjoonâs slumbering frame before it pulled free and you could cover the two of you. As you settled into the bed next to him, he instinctively wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to his chest in his sleep.Â
You knew that his dreams were imagining Jennie in his arms instead.Â
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That next morning, you checked Namjoonâs phone for his calendar. Having known him for several years, you know his passcode and that he keeps his work schedule exclusively on his cell. Typing in the code, 0613, you saw that his calendar stated that he didnât need to go to the office until around noon.Â
Lucky, you thought, eyeing the time on the phone. It was a little past 6:45am, and you had to wake your sister for her hands-on class before you got ready for the day.Â
âYuna! Itâs almost 7,â you say as you knocked on her door and heard a muffled response. You headed back to your room and chose your outfit, knowing that the day would be busy and long with the concept photoshoot for SeoulM8 starting today. Choosing your outfit wisely, you climbed into the shower a few minutes later and spent at least a half hour just trying to cure the small hangover from the wine.Â
Once dressed, you found Yuna packing her bag for class. It was getting close to 8, which is the latest that you could leave to be at work on time, so you wrote a quick note to Namjoon and ran back to leave it on the bed. His hand snaked out of the covers just as you were pulling your hand back, a gentle grip to your wrist holding you there.
âY/N, thank you for last night.â His voice is like a bullfrogâs croak, and you chuckled.Â
âLet me get you some water and some pain meds, okay? And of course Joonie, Iâm here for you.â You leaned onto the bed with one knee, smoothing his hair back from his face once heâs released your wrist. âAlways.â
Pressing your lips to his warm forehead, he pulled you down onto the bed with a hug and you canât help but laugh.
âIâve got to go! Iâll see you later, okay?â He nodded before he grips your neck, bringing his lips to your forehead this time. His lips linger longer than usual, and you shut your eyes at the tenderness of his kiss.Â
âGo back to sleep, now.â You pulled away from him, going to grab the medicine and water before you and Yuna leave the apartment.Â
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You made it to work with extra time to make your coffee, so after you dropped off all of your extra stuff, you grabbed your tumbler and work tablet with all of your drawn designs for todayâs shoot and made your way through the busy halls to the employee lounge. Today, the door was propped open for ease as it was a busier day in the building.Â
You stood at the counter, stirring in the caramel creamer that you loved, when you felt a presence enter the room behind you.
âY/N.â
Turning lazily, you cocked your eyebrow at Jungkook, who was standing awkwardly behind you. He had kicked the doorstop, allowing the door to close so that the two of you stood alone in the small staff kitchen. His hands were tucked into his joggers, while a white button down hung loosely from his frame.Â
âWhats up JK?â You asked, expecting him to address something about the shoot. You hadnât yet seen the men you were to dress, so you couldnât fathom he was here to complain already about the costuming. âIf itâs about the wardrobe, I havenât even seen Tae or Jimin yet, soââ
âActually, no. Um,â he rubbed the back of his neck before making eye contact with you, âI know that when we had sex that one time, it was greatââ
Instantly, alarm bells went off in your head. What the actual fuck was Jungkook doing talking about the night you lost your virginity to each other?
ââbut I just... donât feel the same way that you do about me. You know? That was years ago, and yeah while it was just as good for me as it was for you, Iâm not in love with you or anything, I just broke up with Somin too, soââ
âJungkook! Waitâwhat are you talking about?â
âThe text you sent me.â
âJungkook, I havenât texted you in weeks.â You looked down at the phone you had pulled out of the back pocket of your ripped black jeans, and opened up the messages. You noticed his text thread was now at the top. âWait, what?â
Opening his specific thread you see the screenshot of the page from your journal that you took last night, sent to him. How the fuck did this happen? In your drunken state, did you send it to him? You begin to ramble as you throw the spoon in the sink with a loud clunk and begin screwing the lid on the coffee.
âJungkook, stop. That was from a long time ago, itâs not recent at all, oh my god. I am so sorry you had to read thatâyou know what, Iâm just gonna head to the set now. Okay, bye!â You breezed past him, feet carrying you out of the employee lounge with a swiftness. Once back in your office you stared at the horrid message, outraged at yourself for your drunken antics.
Drunk you must really hate sober you.
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Work was just as hectic as you thought it was going to be. After the most embarrassing morning, you were summoned right away to a last minute meeting with Jimin and Tae, where you made minor changes to their wardrobe.Â
âY/N, you were always good at this in school, but damn. You are amazing now.â Jimin stared at you reflected in the mirror after you had turned his outfit into something fit for the concept with a few movements of the material that wrapped his body. Park Jimin, one of the few people you were still somewhat close with from that first year of school, was now a big shot idol, and one-half of SeoulM8. Kim Taehyung, his best friend, was the other part of the duo. He had met him after everyone split off after that first year. Going by the stage names Jimin and V, the two had met in their vocal lesson classes when Taehyung had switched his major, and BigHit saw potential in them.Â
You walked with Jimin towards the set of the photo shoot, one of the bigger production rooms today due to the use of the second level. They would be posing next to a hole in the floor, feathers falling around them. Taehyung was already antsy to get started, and was playing around with Somin, who was one of the groupâs managers, while he waited for Jimin to arrive back to the set. Now, it looked like the only person missing was the photographer.Â
Walking to the fold out table set up at the back wall, you heard your phone chime. Opening to your messages, you saw a text from someone you hadnât talked to in a while.Â
âSeo Joon?â You question quietly to yourself, but before you could even read the message, you saw a similarly embarrassing photo above his reply.
âOh God, oh God...â You clicked out of his message thread, ignoring the reply because you honestly didnât care. What you actually cared about was if you had somehow sent the most recent entry of your journal to the last person on Earth who was ready to read it. Namjoon.
âFuck. Oh no. Oh no.â Sitting there, you saw the message clear as day with the small read receipt that it indeed had been read by him. The door to the set opened and Jungkook came waltzing through with his assistant. Before the door had a chance to swing closed all the way, you saw Namjoonâs form enter the room.Â
âAlright, letâs get started!â Jungkookâs voice was loud and called everyoneâs attention except for Namjoon. His eyes were on you. He beelined your way, and you readied yourself to apologize to him, but before either of you could say anything, Jungkook interrupted.
âHey Joon, good to see you hyung! Iâm so sorry though, we got a closed set and need to get started⌠tight time schedule and all.â
âI just need to talk to Y/N.â
Jungkook took in Namjoonâs demeanor; eyes red, hair disheveled, voice wobbly. It was so unlike Namjoon to look this way that Jungkook looked at you before speaking. Your expression was confusing to Jungkook, as he knew Namjoon was your best friend. Your eyes were wide in fear with tears forming⌠when you didnât say a word, Jungkook took charge. A part of him saw that fear in your eyes and wanted to protect you.
âLook Joon-hyung, normally I wouldnât mind, but we need Y/N on set the entire time today. Wardrobe is important for concept photos, you can understand right? Maybe at break time or something?â
Namjoon nodded as Jungkookâs arm wrapped around your waist and he led you away from the table and back towards where the staging was set. When you finally chanced a look back, you saw the assistants leading Namjoon and a few other non-essential workers out of the room. Everyone else on set had watched the exchange between the three of you, including Somin. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the way Jungkookâs fingers curled around your frame.
At break time, you hid out, avoiding Namjoon who had, reluctantly, waited several hours until break was called. He would have to go into the studio soon, which you knew since you saw his calendar, and after the short 30 minute break, Jungkook retrieved you from the small side room you were hiding in when they resumed the next set of shots using black leather and wings.Â
The shoot kept your thoughts off of the incident, as you so aptly decided to call it in your head, until it was time to leave. You walked out with a large group, stealthily making it to your office. You sat on the floor with your back to the door, reviewing how many received these drunken messages of yours, happy to see that only 3 actually went through, since most of them were no longer in your phone anymore or had changed their numbers.Â
Park Seo Joon, an ex from your second year at BHSMA, had moved to Japan for work, and while he did respond, he figured it was a mistake and as the smart person he was, he noticed the date in the corner and was aware that it was old. You breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have avoided that potentially awkward scenario.
Hearing your phone ping, you checked the message and saw it was Jungkook. A series of messages came in from him, and you read them in succession.
Shaking your head, you stand, grabbing the white outfits from the rack an assistant had brought in earlier after the set change. Throwing them over your arm, you head off to the set in a rush, shooting back a quick text to let him know you were coming.
Most everyone from earlier was back on set, expressions showcasing various stages of irritation. You handed the clothing to an unusually quiet Somin, and lifted your now free arm to wave at the artists. Somin walked away, throwing quiet looks over at you and Jungkook, who you were standing near now that you had approached the table. Jungkook was leaning on that same table, arms crossed as he reviewed the printout of what was needed.
âYou know they sent us an updated list 2 hours after we started shooting? While we were all here, they thought that we could somehow read their minds. Then when I uploaded and sent the file over to have them double check, they responded that we had to finish it tonight.â
âItâs annoying for sure, JK, but you know Jimin and Tae will deliver. Once theyâre dressed I bet weâll be done in like 15 minutes, max.â
He nodded, smiling at your optimism.
âHey, are you gonna tell me what earlier was about? With Namjoon hyung?â
You froze, not expecting the question, but you were saved from having to answer right then, since Namjoon walked in at that moment. It was too late for you to go anywhere; you were standing too close to the door, trapped between the table and Namjoon, who looked hurt. Jungkook read the situation and took several steps away to give you some privacy with Namjoon.Â
âYouâve been avoiding me all day. After that messageâdid you think that I wouldnât read it? I just broke up with Jennie, Y/N, itâs⌠Iâm not⌠You canât just say this shit to me right now.â
âNamjoonâI didnât mean to, I was drunk and I promise you itâs not what you think, I donât feel that way, okay?â You try and take it all back, wishing more than anything that he hadnât read what you had written the previous night.Â
âYou donât feel that way? Are you kidding me? I read it!â
âNo, I donât feel that way, okay? Iâm with someone else.â You lied. You hoped that he would buy it.
âY/N, Iâm your best friend. Donât you think I would know?â
âYeah, you're my best friend, but you and Jennie are always together, itâs been forever since we actually caught up, so yes, itâs recent okay?â
âWho are you dating then?â
You say the first name that popped into your head. The person closest to you.
âJeon Jungkook.â
âI donât believe it.â His words come out harsh, and a part of you, the part that already feels like shit because Namjoon chose to be with Jennie a couple of years ago, lashes out in hurt.
âWhy? Cause someone like him could never date someone like me?â
âYes, Y/N. You guys are too different!â His voice was getting louder, and you knew that you had to do something in order to get him to believe your lie. So you do the only thing you can think of in your heated state. You take the several steps needed to cross the space between you and Jungkook, who looked up from where he was absorbed into his phone.Â
âYou ready?â he asked, looking down at your small frame.Â
âYeah baby, Iâm ready.â Your hand snaked behind his head, and firmly grasping his neck, you leaned up on tiptoes as you pulled his mouth toward yours. You kissed him, and in his surprise, his free hands gripped your waist and he pulled you closer to him, before you were separating from him, slightly breathless. His grip tightened before it rested gently on your hip and you settled back onto your heels.Â
You see the back of Namjoonâs coat trail behind him as he disappeared out the doors, pulling them shut loudly behind him.
You look back up at Jungkook, whose fingers squeeze your sides quickly to grab your attention.
âYouâre definitely gonna have to explain after that kiss... baby.âÂ
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Later that evening, you sat with Jungkook in his car. A black Mercedes Benz GT63S to be exact, with dark grey leather and a small bit of wood grain along the spacious dashboard. Your fingers trailed along the wood grain as you explained to Jungkook what happened, starting with the accidental drunk text messages, leading up to the reason behind your kiss.Â
âSo now what?â Jungkook asks, looking sideways over at you.
âI donât know. I feel so stupid.â
âLook, Y/N⌠I think this could be mutually beneficial.â
You meet his eyes, a look of incredulity across your face.
âPlease explain Jeon.â
âLook, earlier when I stepped in and kicked hyung off set, Somin was already eyeing the way we were behaving. She may or may not have texted me about it. Of course, I told her we were broken up, so she didnât need to concern herself with my business. And then, when we came back to set, she made a face when they asked me to text you to come back too.â He smirked.
âI may or may not have peeped it, and may or may not have used it to my advantage. Of course, you kissing me definitely helped.â He glanced down at his phone as it lit up. Once again a message from Somin tiled above 17 other messages from her. He had been actively ignoring them while the two of you talked.
âSo I say that we date.â
âWe what?â
âDate. I can teach Somin a lesson about how to treat me and you can keep hyung off your back.â
âTeach Somin? I thought she broke up with you?â
âIt was mutual. But this always happens. And I for one am tired of the back and forth. So this can teach her that other people want me, and I can move on, or she can stop with the drama and we stop breaking up every other week.â
You nodded. It sounded like a feasible plan, and you told him as much.
âSo itâs agreed. Weâre now together.â
âNot so fast, Jeon⌠I think we should have a backstory, get some things straight, set some rules.â
âRules, Y/N? You sure know how to take the fun out of it.â
You rolled your eyes.
âWhen did we start dating?â you asked, ignoring his snide comment.
âWe got together⌠at the beginning of the week. Somin and I broke up 2 weeks ago, though we didnât make it public because she always does this shit...â he trailed off, before smiling back at you. âSo yeah, letâs say weâve been talking here and there everytime me and Somin would break up, and then we went on a couple dates during that first week we broke up and made it exclusive this week.â
You commit this to memory, then pull out your tablet and begin jotting it down with the stylus.
âOkay, so this is new, but weâve been on each otherâs radar for a bit. I think thatâs believable, especially since weâve known each other just as long as you and Somin have. How do you plan to make her jealous? It has to seem real, you know?â
âTrust me, she already thinks this is real,â he nods to his phone again, now at 28 unread messages from Somin, âso I think something that we can do is start arriving together. Maybe do little things for each other that are cute coupley things, be seen together. Kiss at work. Maybe I can sleep over a few nights or you at mine?â He winks at you.
âI thought you didnât see me that way, Jeon.â You looked down at the tablet, furiously scribbling what he said in order to avoid looking at him and showing the way he caused your cheeks to warm.
âI said I wasnât in love with you, babe, not that I wasnât interested in sleeping with you again.â
âYeah, well thatâs off the table Jeon. This isnât real.â
He just wagged his eyebrows at you seductively, but you laughed and moved on from it, reviewing the list you wrote out.
You made sure to underline number seven so he could see it easily.Â
âAnd when does this end?â You asked.
âUm, I donât know. I guess we just play it by ear. Let it be natural. Obviously not too early or too late, and it should be mutual. I mean, if Somin learns her lesson, we would obviously have to end things, but I donât see that happening sooner than a month.â
âOkay,â you tilt your head, thoughtfully, âSo we can re-examine this in like a month then.â
âSo is this like a contract or what?â he jokes. âWant me to sign it?â
âSure,â you say, playing along and offering him the stylus. He took it from your hand and signed his signature, and then handed you back the pen, gesturing for you to sign as well. You followed suit, a quiet chuckle as you saved the page to your tabletâs files.
âWanna drive me home, boyfriend?â
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Dating Jungkook was⌠interesting, to say the least. You were a little surprised when he texted you the next morning asking what your coffee order was, and you werenât expecting him to be so punctual when he pulled up to your apartment. But as you and Yuna exited the apartment that morning, he was already parked at the curb, music a little too loud for the early morning transit, but you were thankful nonetheless.Â
âWhy are you taking us?â Yuna asked in her very blunt manner. She, of course, had heard of Jungkook, more so due to your falling out with Somin, but Jungkook took her question in stride.
âBecause Iâm dating your sister.âÂ
He handed you an iced caramel latte with a soft smile that you couldnât help but return. Jungkook looked stunningly handsome, hair floofed to your desired preference and an all black outfit to match. His pants were the perfect fit to his well-toned body and the black bomber jacket gave him a bad boy edge that was softened by his doe eyes.
Yuna coughed, choking on her strawberry flavored poptart as you turned to look out the window. Yuna, seated behind you, hit the back of your seat.
âYouâre dating him? And you didnât tell me?â
âI wanted to be sure it was going to work out this time⌠He and his ex used to be on and off a lot and I didnât want to tell you if they got back together.â You answer, mixing the truth into it.
âOhhhh, I see. You a player Jeon? Gonna break my sisterâs heart?â Yuna eyed him, pupils narrowed as they stared at him.Â
He cleared his throat, not expecting to have to defend himself against the small pitbull in the backseat.
âNot planning on it, Yuna.â Jungkook reached over and took your hand into his large one, interlocking your fingers before he kissed the back of your hand sweetly as he released the brakes and pulled off.Â
Walking into the BigHit building, Jungkook held the door open for you before placing his hand in the back pocket of your black skinny jeans as you walked to the elevator. You wore a black knit sweater that fell slightly off the shoulder, and you knew it looked like you two had coordinated outfits. His other hand held the strap of the backpack he had slung over his shoulder while you clutched your coffee and your bag.Â
You started to walk off towards your office once you made it to your floor, but Jungkookâs hand on your ass pulled you back towards him. He leaned down to your ear, whispering quietly.
âWhere are you off too in such a hurry?â
âUm, my office⌠why?â
âCome with me to mine first, let me drop off my bag and I'll walk you back.â
âOh-kay?âÂ
Letting his pocketed hand guide you, you fell in step with him down the hallway. You passed several other people, including Jin, an actor signed to the company who was known for his gossip, who nodded their hellos to Jungkook before ducking their heads together or reaching for their phones. It felt like high school all over again. Jungkook removed his hand from the warmth of your ass in order to open his office door, to which he then pulled you inside. Closing the door, he backed you into it rather loudly. The windows in the door are frosted, but you knew that pressed to it like this, anyone who looked could see your outline against it.Â
Jungkook pushed his body into yours, lips following suit as his hands found purchase on your hips. He kissed you languidly, the mint from his toothpaste clashed with your coffee, though not unpleasant. You kissed him back, enjoying the feel of his soft pout as it glided to your neck. He wasted no time in latching on, suckling your neck for a few seconds before he pulled away with a loud smacking noise.Â
âI must say, we put on quite the show this morning. My roommate was out there, and he will definitely have everyone talking about our PDA.â He grinned, eyes still glued to your neck. âOnce that hickey sets in, it will really be the talk of the town.â
You blinked, finally coming back to your senses. Of course. This was all a part of the plan. Jungkook stepped away from you, moving to put away his belongings in his office. You stepped away from the door, looking around as you willed your body to cool down. That kiss had been quite an experience, and you yourself had gotten carried away with the plan.Â
Turning on the spot, you notice all the different camera equipment lining the walls, the beautiful still photography of various buildings throughout the city, but the most surprising was a photo from the first year you had all met. The picture had you, Jungkook, Somin, Jimin, and a few other friends in it; smiles wide as you stood at the fairgrounds you attended, ferris wheel lighting up the sky behind you. You walked towards it, taking in how carefree you looked, arms wrapped around Jungkookâs waist and his arms thrown over your and Sominâs shoulders, who was making the peace sign with both hands at her eyes. Jimin was making a silly face, arm wrapped around Sominâs waist. Simpler times.
You moved on, turning to the small polaroid camera and you couldnât help but grab it. Turning, you snapped a photo of Jungkook, who was caught off guard. You took the developing film from the camera and set it down on his desk as he smiled at you.
âHmm, thatâs a good idea. Let me take a few photos of you, I can place them around my office.â
You tried to reject his idea, but he takes the photos anyways, pinching your cheeks and tickling you until he gets what he wants. Finally, 6 clicks later, he stood next to you, facing the camera to the two of you before he said your name softly. You looked up at him, and he surprised you with a kiss. That 7th click captured a kiss, and he placed that one in the back of his phone case.
âYou are such a⌠a lover, Jeon.â You say, pointing at his phone. He shrugged, ignoring your jab.
âItâs something Somin always wanted me to do⌠I never did though. So seeing this will piss her off.â
You nodded, understanding. Everything he did had a purpose for getting at Somin in some way, shape, or form. You chided yourself that you would do well to remember that.Â
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Lunch was a whole new ball game. Used to sitting with Namjoon and Jennie, or some of your assistants, you were now eating lunch with Jungkook, who ate in the employee cafeteria. You followed his request to meet him there and stood in the doorway lost until you heard his voice call out to you.
Noting his waving hand, you wove through the circular tables until you reached the one he was at with Jimin, Taehyung, Jin, and Yoongi, a producer friend that you knew through Namjoon.
All of the seats were taken, but before you could stand there looking out of place, Jungkook scooted his chair out and all but pulled you onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your clean scented perfume and strawberry shampoo.
âGet a room, JK.â Yoongi said, face contorted with a mock look of disgust.
âWhat? Sheâs just so cute and warm.â His fingers drifted towards the hem of your sweater and disappeared up into the material, cold fingers pressed against the soft skin of your belly and you shivered with a giggle, pushing his ice box hands away.
âYouâre cold as fuck, Jesus Jeon! Were you hanging out in a freezer?â
âYou could say that...â Taehyung laughed while elbowing Jimin, and you raised an eyebrow at them, wanting in on the joke, too.
âHe was reviewing pictures with us and our managers.â Jimin clarified, and you nodded.Â
âI take it that Somin wasnât very warm?â You asked, leaning more into Jungkook.
âNot at all,â Tae disclosed, âshe was very icy, had a lot to say about our dear JK over here, didnât she?â
âNothing we haven't heard before.â Jimin answered, and the two laughed, but you didnât find it all that funny. Hearing that Somin trash talked Jungkook to his friends while working didnât sound like the kind of person anyone would want to date.Â
âWell she can talk shit all she wants, sheâs just mad heâs moved on.â You defended, and are surprised to hear a quiet âthank youâ just for your ears as Jungkook tightened his hold briefly.
âI really dislike that girl,â Jin said, âI for one will be glad to not see her trashy ass around the apartment anymore. You are a breath of fresh air, Y/N.â
You smile shyly at Jin, enjoying how well everyone seemed to have welcomed you into their group.
âSo, Y/N, we were just talking about the party Yoongi was throwing. He and Hobi live together, and theyâre throwing a small rager this weekend. Youâre coming with JK, right?â
Oh, this was not something you were expecting. You hadnât gone to a party with co-workers in a long timeâŚ
âUmââ
âOf course sheâll be there, sheâs coming with me. Right, babe?â Jungkookâs doe eyes looked up at you and you couldnât say no. Itâs not like you had plans anyways. You nodded and smiled at him, and he leaned into you, lips seeking yours in a quick kiss. You feel your body react to it, like it had been doing since this started, and pulled back before he could turn it X-rated.Â
âOkay, seriously you two, get a room.â
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Standing in the mirror in your bedroom, you turned from side to side to take in your outfit. As a head wardrobe stylist, you had a pretty good sense of fashion, but liked to stick to basic pieces and blacks, dressing up your look with delicate jewelry or layered pieces.Â
Tonight was no different. With the beginnings of winter creeping in, you wanted to be comfortable in the weather once the sun set. You had on black sheer leggings that disappeared into a cute black skirt with thin white lines that had a revealing thigh split. Your top was an asymmetrical design, having one long sleeve and turning into a bandeau style on the other side. You paired it with black velvet boots that had crisp white laces, then finished the look with a matching set of simple dangling skinny diamond earrings, bracelet, and necklace.Â
Despite this thing with Jungkook being fake, you wanted him to still feel proud to showcase you on his arm at this party. People were already talking about the two of you, and tonight would fuel the gossip even more. You were nervous of course, knowing who typically attended these types of parties, but Jungkook had assured you that he would keep you safe tonight.
The polite knock on your bedroom door had you turn your head to the sound, a tossed âcome inâ over your shoulder to who you thought was Yuna, but revealed a very handsome looking Jungkook, who was in his typical all black attire. You stood there, body warming as you took in his height, broad shoulders, and long legs.Â
âWow.âÂ
His voice was low, but his eyes looked like they sparkled as he took you in.Â
âYou donât look too bad yourself, Jeon,â you responded, reaching to grab your bag off of your bed.
Jungkook snapped out of the daze he was in and pulled his phone out of his pocket.Â
âLetâs take a photo for the âgram.â
You nodded; for a second you thought he wanted to have a photo of you because you looked good. Posing in the mirror, he pulled you close by your waist and adjusted his phone to capture both of you in the frame. He took a few photos, switching poses slightly each time.
âHey,â he said, gaining your attention. You turned to him, shocked when his lips met yours. You melt easily into the kiss, hearing the camera shutter click several times as you tangled tongues, his hand sliding from your waist to cup your butt and pull you closer. You were unable to stop the moan from his action, and when he pulled away, lips a bit fuller and pinker from kissing, he quirked his eyebrow at you, paired with his signature smirk.
âY-You messed up my lip gloss,â you fake huffed, turning away from him to rummage through your bag to grab your gloss and reapply. Your attempt to avoid him from seeing the way he affected you didnât go unnoticed, but Jungkook kept quiet on it.
âIt was worth it, these pics are hot. Plus, you taste good. What flavor is that?â
âStrawberry,â you mumbled, still feeling the heat from the kiss warm your neck and face.
âStrawberry is slowly becoming my new favorite.â
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Yoongi and Hobi knew how to throw a party. The music was playing at the perfect level that you could still hear people talking to you, a variety of alcoholic beverages were supplied in ample amounts, and several games were being held in various rooms of their home.Â
Currently, you were seated on the couch with a few other women from the office. Unfortunately, one of them was Somin. Across the room, your âboyfriendâ was engaged in a game of beer pong against Taehyung and Jimin. They had challenged him solo, citing he was good at everything and didnât need a partner. As you watched him toss the small ping pong balls into the same cup, you knew their concern was right.Â
âY/N, you and Jeon?â Seline, one of the girls seated next to you, asked suggestively.
âYea,â you giggled, the cup of something or other making you a little... giggly.
âColor me a little surprised. Heâs like, such a social butterfly, and youâre...âÂ
âOh, Y/N used to be a social butterfly, but she thought she was too good for us back in college.â Somin piped up.Â
Her statement caught you off guard. Somin was once your best friend, but when she started dating Jungkook, she had distanced herself from you, not the other way around.Â
âI never thought that. Some people act differently once they start dating people though. I never changed.â You sat back with a huff, crossing your arms. She ruined the buzz the alcohol had given you.Â
Seline leaned closer to you, interested to hear more. The otherâs seated nearby also tuned in with interest.
âOh, you knew them in college?âÂ
You nodded, and Somin got up and walked away from the couch, seemingly annoyed at the attention you were getting for being Jungkookâs new girl.
You told the brief backstory of your friendship, leaving out the obvious part of losing virginities and finding out your best friend confessed to Jungkook when you were on your way to do the same thing, but ending it on good terms, saying that it was just the process of naturally growing apart.Â
Seline nodded, and you saw her eyes widen as she looked past you. Following her gaze, your eyes narrowed at the view. Somin was all over Jungkook. You werenât exaggerating; both of her hands were holding on to him as if she was too drunk to maintain her balance. She was falling into his arms and he was holding her, one of his large hands pushing her hair back from her face and a look of concern etched upon his own.Â
Two feelings hit you at once. Nausea at the sight of him looking so tenderly at her, simultaneous with a boiling fury of jealousy that it wasnât you.Â
âLooks like Somin wants him back.â Seline snickered towards the other girls, and you stood up abruptly. You made eye contact with Jimin, whoâs eyes were unnaturally large as he registered the scene before him.
Jimin was relieved that Somin interrupted the end of the game so that he could escape before he had to drink more, but he also felt annoyed seeing her all over Jungkook. Jimin had been glad when Jungkook told him and Tae that he was done with Somin; even more glad when he heard that Jungkook started seeing you.Â
Back in college, Jimin was the only person, other than you and Jungkook, who knew what happened between you two. Both of you had confided in him your actions and feelings for one another. Color him surprised when he found out that Jungkook was not dating you, but instead your best friend, Somin. He wasnât sure what happened but soon after, you stopped being around as much and Somin was around all the time.Â
Watching Somin pretend to be too drunk to function and fall all over Jungkook made Jimin purposefully search the room for you. Watching you stand, drink clutched in your hand, Jimin had a feeling something was about to happen.
The drink you were nursing was downed in its entirety within a single swallow. You were now several drinks in, and you were feeling the alcohol start to hit as you stood up fast. Pushing your shoulders back, you walked over towards your âboyfriendâ, whose back was turned towards you, and slid your arm around his waist.
âHeyyy babe,â you leaned into his body, staking claim on Jungkook as you stared daggers at Somin. She had taken a few steps back when you had approached, but now, seeing the challenge in your eyes, she stepped closer once more.
âGgukk-ah, I donât feel so well...â
âMin,â Jungkook stepped out of your hold, hands moving to cup Sominâs face as she feigned weakness in her knees. The level of concern in his voice let you know exactly how he felt. You scoffed, not believing Jungkook would behave this way in front of everyone. He was the one who had came up with this idea for âmutual benefitâ and here he was fucking it all up.
âSheâs fine, babe. She can handle her alcohol.â You felt yourself growing hotter, the alcohol actually having an effect on you, as it always had. Your increasing body temperature only made you more frustrated.
âSeriously Gguk, Iâm getting so hot...â Somin reached for the hem of her shirt, and in one fell swoop she had exposed the lacey bra she wore underneath. You could hear people talking over the sound of the music, taking in the scene of a shirtless ex making a brazen show.
âJungkook!â Your voice is no more than a harsh whisper, but heâs so scandalized at Sominâs action, the protective boyfriend in him coming out to aid in shielding her body from onlookers, he doesnât hear you.Â
You hate the sick feeling bubbling in your stomach, unsure if it's from watching your âmanâ flirt with his half naked ex or if itâs from the alcohol not sitting right with you.
Throwing the scene one last look, you turned on your heels and headed off to the kitchen for a bottle of water, or perhaps, another cup of something stronger.
Walking past him and Taehyung, Jimin caught sight of the look on your face before you blew past on your way towards the kitchen and he knew he should warn his friend.
âJungkook, hey.. Jungkook!â Jimin yelled, his voice louder the second time he called his name.Â
Jungkook had been leaning towards Somin, hands cradling her face as he continued to speak quietly to her. When he looked up at Jimin, his face appeared slightly annoyed at the interruption as he was taking care of her.
âWhat, bro?â
âUm, your girlfriend? Y/N? She just went into the kitchen and she looked a little upset.â Jimin said, his face trying to communicate to Jungkook what it looked like that he was holding his ex that way and his new girlfriend had stormed off.Â
âOh, for fuckâs sake. Jimin, can you?â Jungkook gestured his head towards the kitchen and Jimin thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.
âHow about I take Somin and you go find Y/N? Your girlfriend. Remember?â
Jungkook paused for a millisecond before depositing Somin into Jiminâs arms. He made his way to the kitchen, where he found you engaged in taking shots with Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jin, the latter of which was shit talking Somin with a smile. When you felt his presence enter the kitchen, you ignored him, gesturing for your now fourth shot in as many minutes.
Sensing the tension, Yoongi decided against more shots, instead leading Hobi and Jin out of the kitchen, much to Jinâs complaints of having to be around the âtrashy trampâ. The three headed back to the party, a bottle tucked under Yoongiâs arm as Hobi carried the shot glasses out.Â
âWe were enjoying our new friend, JK. Stop keeping her to yourself,â Jin said with a drunken glare.Â
Sighing audibly, you turned to walk out of the kitchen but Jungkookâs grasp on your wrist stopped you.
âHey, why are you ignoring me like this?â He asked, confusion tinting his voice.
âUm, maybe because youâre supposed to be dating me and you were too busy with Somin to remember you even had a girlfriend.â You said back harshly, spitting the words at him with such vehemence you wobbled precariously on your heels.
âCome here.â Jungkook said, dragging you behind him through the bodies in the hallway until you had made it into one of the unoccupied back bedrooms. Shutting the door, he turned to you as he dragged his hand through his hair. The action only made him more handsome, tousled hair falling gently to frame his face.
âLook, itâs... complicated with Somin right now.â
âI get that youâre trying to teach her a lesson, see if you want to be with her or whatever, but not at my expense. You said mutually beneficial. Making me look like your second choice and embarrassing me does not benefit me.â
During your speech, you poked him in the chest several times, the alcohol starting to take its effect on you. Stumbling slightly, Jungkook caught you to steady you, keeping his hands on your waist. The warmness of his palms felt nice as he helped keep you balanced.
âYouâre right, Y/N. Iâm sorry. Like I said, itâs complicated. We dated for a long time. I still care for her. Sheâs... been making this difficult.â
âOh? Difficult how? By faking being drunk so you can take care of her?â
âSheâs a lightweight, thatâs not fake,â he defended.
You were once close enough with Somin to know that she was not a lightweight, since she had been drinking at parties since she was 14; her earlier interaction was indeed, all an act.
âWhatever, Jungkook. So what is she doing thatâs so difficult?â you asked, cutting him a look of narrowed eyes until he answered you.
He walked backwards, tugging you gently along until he was seated on the bed. You stood between his parted knees, waiting patiently for his answer. Realizing you werenât going to drop it, he rubbed the back of his neck gingerly.
âSheâs, you know.. She still texts me all the time, saying shit and sending pics and stuff. She says she wants me back, but I just,â he looked up at you, his doe eyes unable to hide his emotions.
âI donât know if I believe it. I want to. But sheâs hurt me, and Iâm tired of it. I want her to feel how I felt.â
Your ire towards him faded as he opened up to you. Cupping his face gently, you leaned in and rubbed his nose with yours softly back and forth.
âYouâre amazing Jungkook. Until tonight, youâve treated me like a princess the entire week weâve been dating. But she wonât learn if you give in. Youâve got me now, okay? When she texts you, text me instead. Donât entertain her. Sheâll think Iâm not enough for you if you keep responding, and that doesnât show her you can move on.â
You had sunk into him the whole time you talked to him, and he shifted your body so you were now straddled over his lap, head resting on his shoulder. You yawned sleepily, the loss of the anger leaving you feeling the tired effects of the alcohol. Unlike Somin, you were a lightweight, and 3 shots was over your limit.
As you got comfortable on Jungkook, he thought over what you said, smoothing your hair carefully.
âYouâre right. You always were so smart in school... â Jungkook said, and you nodded your head on his shoulder in agreement, humming an affirmative.
âLetâs get you home though, youâre halfway to passing out anyways.â Pulling out his phone, he ordered an Uber. He held you like that, your strawberry scent surrounding him until the Uber driver was outside. His hands gripping you under your thighs, he stood up and carried you out of the party, nodding bye to his friends and hosts of the party.
Placing you into the Uber, he climbed in after you and you curled into his lap, seeking his warmth in your drunken half-slumber. Jungkook chuckled, noticing the way his chest reacted to the action but ignored it. This was an arrangement, you seeking him out wasnât real, and your anger earlier wasnât jealousy, he told himself. You were worried about being embarrassed. He still loved and wanted to get back with Somin, right?Â
As he looked down at you in his lap, enjoying the weight of you pressed against his body, he wasnât so sure.Â
âThis the correct address, sir?â The Uber driver asked, verifying with Jungkook once he shut the SUV door.
âYea, both of us are headed there.â
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The weekend passed by fast. Waking up at Jungkookâs place Sunday morning had been a little shocking, but his bed was soft and clean, and smelled of him. You had snuggled deeper into the sheets until he woke you up to go get breakfast and get his car from Yoongiâs place. He detailed to you what had transpired to you being in his bed, expressed that he had not taken advantage of you, per rule number 7, plus the basic concept of consent, and promised to take you home as soon as Jin was awake and could take the two of you to go get his car.Â
He gave you some clothes to change into, and while you werenât surprised to find he had jeans to fit you, neither one of you asked or shared the obvious: they were Sominâs. At least the shirt he gave you was his, and you also stole a hoodie to wear. December may have only just started a week ago, but the cold was pervasive.
Breakfast with him was fun. Getting to know Jungkook again was just as exhilarating as it had been the first time, during that first year at BHSMA. He had changed, but in a good way. More mature, but still playful. An adult who was a hotshot photographer, but still humble and considerate. How someone could be built like that and have such a big soft heart was beyond you.Â
The trip to get his car was slightly awkward, as Jin, Jungkookâs very nosy roommate, commented on how bad drunk sex must be with Jungkook if you were able to keep so quiet.Â
âSomin was always so loud, I swear she was exaggerating. No oneâs dick is that good; sorry JK.â
Once Jin dropped the two of you off at Yoongi and Hobiâs, it ended up turning into hanging out with them for a bit, talking about work and your relationship with Jungkook. Hobi swooned with oohs and ahhs while Yoongi cringed, faking disgust at such a cute story, as was his trademark.Â
Jungkook apologized once the two of you escaped to his car, for both Jin being cringey, and for staying longer than anticipated with Yoongi and Hoseok, but you werenât mad. You enjoyed meeting his friends and getting to know them. You were only a little concerned because Yoongi was also friends with Namjoon, who worked in the same department as him.
Jungkook turned to you before you climbed out of the car, not wanting to say goodbye just yet, but unable to think of a reason to get you to stay. Afterall, the relationship was fake.Â
âHey, thanks for your advice last night.â
âHonestly, I barely remember what it was, but if it helped you, Iâm glad.â You smiled at him, and he had to blink a few times to remember what else he wanted to say.
âSo, umâI was thinking we could go on, like, a formal date Monday? After work? Monday should be a chill day. I know the comeback is planned for January, so going out sooner than later is best, right? Get it out of the way? That way we wonât forget, and we wonât be too busy with work to try and squeeze it in, andââÂ
Jungkook knew he was rambling, feeling nervous despite it being you, someone he had known for several years now. For fucks sake, heâs seen you naked. He felt his cock twitch and internally scolded himself. This was not the time for remembering the way you felt beneath him, the sweet sounds he had pulled from you as he learned your body, shared with you in giving each other your virginities.Â
When his cock twitched again, he took a deep breath and tried to focus on your answer.
âYou okay, Jeon?â you asked, noticing he had zoned out slightly.
âYeah... â he responded, shifting as if uncomfortable.
âWell, I said I would love to go on a date with you. What did you have planned?â
âItâs a surprise. Just dress for the weather.â
You nodded thoughtfully, a small smile gracing your face as you gathered your purse and stepped back out of the doorway of his car to shut it. He rolled the window down, smiling back at you.
âCanât wait,â you say, standing outside his car on the sidewalk through the rolled down window, waving your fingers at him cutely.
Jungkookâs signature smile spread across his face as he winked at you just before he pulled off, turning his music up loud as he whipped his Benz out of your complex.Â
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Now sitting at your desk, you clicked through the selected shots that Jungkook emailed you of the photo shoot from last week as you reminisced on the weekend. You were supposed to be checking the outfits, detailing the different designers for the credits. But your thoughts kept drifting to Jungkook, and what should have easily been a 15 minute task took 45.Â
Finally sending the email, you stood to stretch when a loud knock announced a visitor. Walking to the frosted door of your office, you opened it and revealed a large bouquet of tiger lilies.Â
âDelivery for Y/N Y/L/N,â Kim, one of your assistants sing-songed as she walked into the room.
âWhere did you get this? And why?â You searched the flowers until you found the card inside.
âIâm not supposed to give any details other than to read the note!â She pranced away, a smug smile on her face for knowing the secret you wanted to know.
Opening the envelope, a small polaroid fell out, fluttering to the ground. You picked it up, noting the image of a small park nearby. At the bottom, in Jungkookâs neat writing was a time. 2:30PM. Glancing at the clock, you see that the time listed is in roughly 15 minutes, so you gathered your purse, plucked a flower from the bouquet and headed out to meet Jungkook.
Walking into the elevator, Namjoon suddenly entered just before the doors shut, trapping you inside with him.
âWhy are you avoiding me?â He asked. You studied him, momentarily at a loss for words at his ambush.
âJoonie, IâIâm not avoiding you. Iâve just been busy...â
âToo busy for your best friend? Jennie left me, and now I feel like Iâm losing you too.â
Hearing his voice crack as he mentioned his ex hurts you more than you let him know. In all of the panic of the secret sex journal being released and fake dating Jungkook, you had forgotten what Namjoon had been going through.
âI promise, youâre not losing me, Joonie. Youâre my best friend. Iâm sorry that I havenât been acting like it. I swear, I have been busy.â
âYeah, busy going to parties with your new boyfriend. I saw him carrying your wasted ass out of Yoongiâs house.â Namjoon sounded a little irritated as he spoke.
âListen, itâs complicated.. Can we talk about this later, please? Itâs not a conversation for the elevator.â
âOkay, where are you going? Iâll go with you.â The doors opened and you both stepped out, Namjoon following you like a lifeline.
âJoonie, IâLook, Iâm going on a date with Jungkook, Iâm sorry!â you halted your steps and explained to him as a look of hurt flashed across his face.
âYou know what? Forget it. Hit me up when you remember your best friend, if Iâm even that.â
Namjoon walked away from you, ignoring you as you called after him. You sighed, giving up as he disappeared around a corner of the lobby, guests and coworkers looking at the exchange with interest.
You rubbed your temples and took a deep breath before braving the cold to walk to Ttukseom Park.
The walk was surprisingly pleasant. Despite the temperature, the sun was warm on your face whenever you were able to evade the shade along the sidewalk. It may have been the very beginnings of winter, but the scenery was anything but the cold melancholy you tended to associate with this time of the year.
The grass was vibrant still, and as you made it to the spot that matched the small photo you still had clutched in your hand, you noticed how the butterfly art installation along the wall of the J-Bug Cultural Complex glittered in the sunlight seeping in. Jungkook was seated on a bench right underneath the art with his trusty camera hanging from his neck, a picnic basket next to him.
âThis is beautiful,â you said in awe, taking in the entire view. Jungkook followed your gaze, humming his agreement before picking up his camera. You heard the shutter of the camera several times. You looked over to him glancing at the small screen on the device before adjusting the lens and taking several more.Â
âHave you never seen this?â He said as he stood and grabbed the basket. You stood as well and followed him, falling into step beside him as he walked out from the shade and into the grassier area.
You shook your head no. âDonât really have the time I guess. Iâve always wanted to explore the J-Bug though; Namjoon said the museums all along the Hangang are amazing.â
âIâve taken photos at several of the murals nearby, theyâre some of my favorite locations actually.â He smiled at you, and you canât help the way your heart squeezes. He nodded his head to an area that had a decent amount of sunlight to combat the winter chill.
âYea, I remember seeing some of them in your office. Youâre really talented Kookie, I remember how passionate you were about photography even back then.â You helped spread the blanket he produced from the basket and once seated you leaned back on your palms, eyes closed.Â
Jungkook looked at you, taking in the way the midday sun made you glow, how pretty your lashes looked leaving shadows across your content cheeks. He couldnât hold back the smile that took over his face upon hearing you use the endearment he hadnât heard since that night so long ago.
âAh, yeah, but my photography wasnât that good then.â
âStop being so humble, the photos you took were amazing, even then.â
You opened your eyes, catching him staring at you, and you felt yourself grow self-conscious.
âWhat? Is there something on my face?â
âOhâuh, no sorry, it was just the sunâyou know, lighting and all.â He gestured to his camera.
âAh, I guess the talented eye never rests. Though I donât know why you would want pictures of me,â you laughed and Jungkook tapped your knee in reproach.
âYouâre a pretty good subject, donât downplay yourself.â
You nodded, looking in the basket to hide the way your cheeks had warmed at his comment.
âSeriously, Y/N, I used to want to take photos of you all the time back then... you shouldâve seen my camera roll. It was embarrassing. Jimin used to tease me all the time.â Jungkook helped you set up his small spread of food and you used the meal as a distraction.
âOoh, did you prepare all of this?â
âAh, some of it,â he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. âI had some help from Jin hyung.â
âIt smells delicious.â You took the proffered chopsticks from his large hand and dug into the bowl of japchae before placing it on your rice to gather for one bite; Jungkook followed suit.
The rest of the lunch date went incredibly well. Jungkook was just like you remembered him to be, except he was more filled out, and a little taller with a jawline that could cut glass. But his humor, his compassion, his deep thoughts that led you to fall for him all those years ago were still painfully there. Spending more time with him one on one did nothing but show you that the feelings you once had for him were still easily accessible.Â
As he led you back to the office, his hand swinging yours between your bodies, you couldnât help but wish this was real. How nice it would be to just pretend that Jungkook really was yours, allow those creeping feelings to spread like spring, blooming across your chest until it was vibrant and unforgettable. You couldnât imagine what it would be like after; after when you were single again and Jungkook had either gotten back with Somin or moved on to someone else.
âWhat are you thinking about?â Jungkook squeezed your hand. You hadnât even noticed that you were not only back at the office, but standing at the door to your locked office.
âOh, sorry. Honestly, that lunch date was just so nice⌠It felt good to get out and do something different for a change.â
âOh, well yea, I remembered you used to like stuff like this, I figured you probably still did.â
You nodded, hope blooming.Â
âTake a look at this post, let me know if itâs okay.â
He handed you his phone, and you admired the way he had caught you off guard, a photo that looked like it could be moving, the way your hair frames your face as you looked longingly off into the distance. The caption was simple. âItâs not about where you go or what you have, itâs about who youâre with along the way.âÂ
âItâs perfect.â
âOkay, post it then. And post a few more pics of me on your page too? Iâve been posting and tagging you...â
If you didnât know any better, you would think that Jungkook sounded⌠upset? You nodded as you clicked the post button, and as it loaded, the phone vibrated in your hand. Thinking it was a like or a comment on the image of you, you glanced at it. His phone had locked by this time, and instead of seeing notifications for Instagram, you saw a message notification instead.Â
Handing him back his phone, you push down that blooming sensation. It would be foolish to think Jungkook was upset that you hadnât posted him as much as he had posted you. Clearly he mustâve spent time with Somin after he dropped you off yesterday.Â
âYou got a message. Umm, Iâm gonna finish up here and then head home, you donât need to wait for me. See you tomorrow?â
You wanted to get away from him desperately. Jungkook looked at you, confused at your sudden shift in mood.
âI thought I was driving you home? Jin said he was staying out late tonight, I figured we could hang out for a fewââ
âWeâll see! Thereâs still so much to do for the album release.â You leaned up and kissed his cheek chastely before unlocking your office door and all but disappeared inside of it.
Jungkook stood there, staring at your closed door for a few more seconds before he felt his phone buzz in his hand. Checking his notifications, he saw a series of texts from Somin.Â
Looking around confused, he noticed Somin standing across the office area, a deadly smirk on her face as she waved her phone at Jungkook. All Jungkook could do was sigh. Somin wouldnât leave him alone long enough to sort out his thoughts, and now she was sending purposefully misleading texts? Jungkook didnât know how to explain to you that what you saw was untrue.
You clearly believed it.
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Jungkook gave you two days of space before he decided to track you down. He always hated that Somin would know he was upset (typically because it was her fault) and immediately pounce on him, forcing her company upon him and not allowing him the ability to forgive and move on. He wanted to give you that time, so after two days, Jungkook felt that it had been long enough, and the two of you should reconcile whatever misunderstanding there had been.
You posted a photo with him yesterday, and from the caption you wrote it appeared like you had a fun time with him on Monday despite the way you left him standing at your office door.Â
The image you posted on your Instagram with Jungkook was a candid shot; he hadnât realized you had taken a photo. While it brought about that warm feeling in his chest seeing the photo appear in his feed, it didnât clearly depict his face.Â
Instead, the focus was on your fingers intertwined. Jungkookâs profile could be seen, blurred from lack of focus, but it matched the caption you had chosen so well. âEven if someone shakes this world, please donât ever let go of this hand youâre holding...â
Motivated, Jungkook made sure to be bright and early at your door ready to drive you and your sister.Â
You werenât expecting to see the flashy Benz outside of your apartment. Yuna was excited to not have to take public transportation, leaving you behind as she all but ran to the passenger rear door.
âMorning JK! We missed you these past few days.â
âAh, sorry about that, I had to be at the office way earlier; didnât want to make you guys wake up even earlier than you already do.â
Yuna waves off the apology and you finally followed; feet moving across the pavement until youâve climbed into the car and buckled your seatbelt.
âMorning princess,â Jungkook says, leaning towards you and pecking your lips. You were caught off guard, not expecting him to be so lovey, but you returned the kiss, a double peck that you started and continued on as the traditional way you greeted each other.
âMorning.â
âDidnât sleep well?â
âYea, been a bit out of it these past few days...â You trailed off, not wanting to talk about it in front of Yuna. Catching on, Jungkook turns up the music and shifts into drive, pulling off towards the University for Yuna.
The drive to the office isnât too long from the school, so once Yuna was out, Jungkook wasted no time in asking you to talk.
âSo, can we talk about Somin?â
You huffed out a sigh. It was too early in the morning to deal with the Somin issue, but you nodded, allowing Jungkook to breach the topic.
âI know you saw her message. I want you to know that nothing happened. She sent that text because she saw us. She was doing the same bullshit she always does, part of the reason I donât think sheâs learned anything yet, like you said.â
You nodded, still not sure what to believe. He had no reason to lie to you, itâs not like you were actually in a relationship. He could go back to Somin anytime.Â
âI hate that youâre mad at me.â
You turned your body towards him.Â
âIâLook, Iâm not mad, okay? Not at you. I just hate that Somin gets under my skin so much. That sheâs a bitch to you. Neither of us deserve it, especially you.â
Jungkook reached over, encasing your hand in his.
âIâm learning that now. Weâve been together so long, I never noticed at first what she was doing. But I think subconsciously, it was making me resent her. And you really said some shit that had me thinking. And youâre right. IâIâm really glad to have you back in my life, Y/N. Having you in my corner has made all the difference.â
You looked down, eyes staring at the tattooed hand to hide the warmth on your face.Â
âAfter work, come over. Let me buy us dinner and we can hang out.â You felt his smile as he stared at you while pausing at the red light before your office, and you met his gaze.
âOkay.â
âGood, we need to make Jin believe weâre having hot, loud sex, since rule 7 prevents you from experiencing the real thing.â
He let out a shout of pain as you punched his shoulder.
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Walking to get food was not the smartest idea for 3 reasons. First, because neither of you checked the weather. Second, due to number one, neither of you had an umbrella. So naturally, third, running in the rain while carrying takeout was almost a disaster.
And still, the two of you laughed the entire way, bag clutched in one arm while your fingers were intertwined between your sprinting bodies, one block left to get to Jungkookâs apartment. By the time heâs unlocked the door, you're both sopping wet, rain water dripping onto the floor of the entryway to the apartment. After getting the food situated to stay warm while you guys got cleaned up, Jungkook gave you a towel and led you to his bathroom.
You appreciated that he was such a clean guy, his apartment and subsequently, the bathroom was pristine, and he actually had a trashcan and stocked toilet paper, unlike some men you knew. He planted folded clothes for you to change into on top of the sink counter, and surprised you with a kiss.
âWhat was that for?â You asked, dazed.
âPractice.â He said with a wink, and he backed away, closing the door as he left you alone.Â
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While Jungkook showered, you heated up the food, your mostly dried hair now up in a messy bun as you danced around his kitchen. His sweats were a little (a lot) too long, so you had rolled them up so you could avoid tripping.Â
A knock at the door made you jump, before you moonwalked over to the entryway, now clean of the rain water the two of you had trudged in. Thinking it was Jin, you didnât check to see who it was and opened the door. You froze as you took in a young man that was not your âboyfriendâsâ broad shouldered roommate. Instead, doe-eyes similar to the man currently naked in the shower stared back at you.
âOh, hey⌠I thought my brother lived here. Sorry about that!â The man stepped back, checking the number on the apartment again before his eyes landed on your shirtâor rather, his brotherâs shirt.
âYouâre not Somin...â
âHi, and no, Iâm not,â you laughed, âum, but this is Jungkookâs apartment.â
âAhh, okay. Iâm JungHyun. His older brother.â
âOh! Come in!â You stepped back so that he could walk past you, and you led him into the living room once he had shed his shoes.Â
âOh, did I interrupt dinner?â
âOh, no we havenât even started eating yet. No worries.â
The two of you sat down, and you tucked your feet up under your bottom, turning to face Jungkookâs older brother.
âSo, I know who youâre not...â
âOh, fuck, manners.â The look on your face is sheepish, and you smiled to cover your nerves. âIâm Y/N, Kookieâs girlfriend.â
âOh, youâre the famous Y/N! Finally got you, did he?â
His words confused you, Jungkook had been with Somin since forever, when had he ever wanted you? Smiling to cover your confusion, youâre saved when Jungkook appears in the hallway, a loud laugh as he barreled over to his brother and all but jumped on the man.
âHyung! What are you doing here?!â
âOh, I finished that project at work early, so Iâm headed to visit mom and dad. Staying with them through Christmas before the next contract at work starts.â
âAh, itâs good to see you!â
Jungkookâs enthusiasm is abundant; itâs clear he loves his brother dearly and misses him. He pulled back from a hug and sat comfortably in the space between you and JungHyun, his palm resting lightly on your leg absentmindedly.
âSo, Iâve met your new girlfriend. I must say you didnât do her justice when you described her to me.â
You felt the blush creep across your face, and Jungkook also seemed to turn red, his fingers rubbing at the skin on his neck.
âYea, seeing her in person is best.â He says awkwardly, and you canât help but laugh.
âSo? Does dad know? Mom is gonna be so excited. She hated Somin.â
âWhat?â Jungkook says at the same time that you say âReally?â
JungHyun nodded, sitting back into the couch comfortably.
âYea, no offense, lil bro, but Somin was a bitch. Mom thought she was so fake.â
âWh-why didnât you guys ever say anything?â
âEh, you know, cause you were in love or whatever.â
You get up and go to the kitchen, grabbing bowls and the last of the heated food, hoping to avoid being present for this part of their conversation, but still curious all the same.
âDefinitely not.â
âMmhmm, sure.â
âSeriously. I wasnât actually in love. Or if I was, it faded. I think for a lot of it I was just⌠dependent or whatever. I thought it was love, sure. But it wasnât; I know that now.â
âAh, so Y/N showed you what love is?â
âShe definitely cares more about me and my happiness than Somin ever has.â
You cleared your throat as you walked back into the living room.
âReady to eat?â
Dinner with Jungkook and JungHyun is, in so many words, fun. They bantered and joked and you spend the time eating and laughing, enjoying your time with the brothers. You didn't even realize how late it had gotten, not until Jin waltzed into the apartment, noting the late hour for you all to be chatting so loud.Â
âShit, Yuna messaged me an hour ago.âÂ
âJust stay here. We can pick Yuna up in the morning when you go home to change.â
âAre you sure? Your brotherâs visiting, I donât want to be in the way.â
âY/N, donât worry, Iâll take the couch. I was going to anyway.â JungHyun smiled at you, and you nodded back. Standing up, you stretched, not realizing how tired you were. Jungkook took the opportunity to tickle your exposed sides, and you squealed, causing the brothers to laugh as you squirmed away from Jungkook, who didnât let you get far.
âLetâs get you to bed, princess.â
Turning in Jungkookâs arms, you looked over his shoulder at his brother.
âGood night, oppa.â
Jungkook stiffened as JungHyun and Jin laughed, enjoying the way the youngest one reacted to your words.
âAh, if it doesnât work out between you two, hit me up.â
âHyung!â Jungkook glared at his brother, not enjoying the joke.
âWhat? At least she wouldnât need to meet our parents twice! She is coming for Christmas, right?â
The two of you looked at each other, a little thrown off by the question. The holidays were coming up, but you hadnât discussed this far into the relationship. It wasnât real after all, did you have to go through such lengths to teach Somin a lesson?
âI havenât told mom and dad yet about her...â
âNo worries, I text them ages ago. Theyâre expecting her for Christmas.â
Jungkook sighed, dropping his forehead to yours, so all you could see was his eyes staring into yours.
âIs this okay? Do you wanna, you know? Meet my parents?â Jungkookâs voice was low as he whispered the question.
âIâYes.â
The look on his face when you agreed was beautiful, a scrunched-nose smile that is reminiscent of a bunny. You couldnât help but smile back, lost in the mahogany of his eyes.
âAre you guys over there kissing when Iâm waiting for an answer?â JungHyun broke the tension filling the air between you and his brother.
Jungkook smirked before capturing your lips with his own, a breathless kiss that lasted only a couple seconds before he pulled away to smirk at his brother.
âYou can tell mom and dad Iâll be bringing her home for Christmas.â With those words, Jungkook whisked you down the hall and tucked you into his bed before climbing in behind you. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you closer to him. His hands skimmed your body before he began tickling you again, a squeal leaving your mouth. You retaliated, hands attempting to tickle him before he pinned you to the bed, and the two of you began to wrestle for a bit.Â
You were unaware of how sexual the wrestling sounded; his headboard hitting the wall roughly and the two of you grunting and groaning as you fought for dominance, some added squeals and moans when Jungkook decided it was a good idea to bite you in his quest for submission. Finally winded, you gave in, laying back on the mattress in defeat. Jungkook tugged at your sweatpants, removing them swiftly and throwing them onto the floor, his own joining the pile. He then grasped your face, peppering it with kisses.
You were about to ask him what he was doing, when someone knocked. Jungkook called out a âcome inâ and his brother walked into the bedroom, his sights set on the bathroom.
âDonât mind me, just gonna wash up before bed. It seemed safe to enter now.â
He disappeared into the bathroom as Jungkook continued to hold you, affectionate even after his brother was out of sight. Even if this relationship was fake, you could pretend in this moment that it was real, that Jungkook pulled you closer, not to fool his brother, but because he wanted to be close to you, that he was falling in love with you.Â
For one night, it should be okay to pretend it was something more, right?
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The next two weeks passed by in a blur. Namjoon had basically confined himself to his studio at work, intent on avoiding you. Seeing you hand in hand with Jungkook seemed to bother him, and because you couldnât tell him the truth (or wouldnât), you left him to his own assumptions. He ignored all of your texts attempting to reach out to him, despite him saying he wanted you to let him know when you had time for him. This just made you more frustrated, and you were done trying to chase Namjoon, romantically or otherwise. When he was ready to behave like an adult, you would be willing to talk to him.Â
After telling Yuna about how you were asked to go home with Jungkook and meet his family, you received a call from your own parents. Yuna had told them about Jungkook, and you were bombarded with questions until you too agreed to bring Jungkook home.
It took some discussing, but it was finally decided: the 23rd and Christmas Eve would be with your family, and Christmas Day and the 26th would be with Jungkookâs. You were a little worried that the parents would be able to see through your ruse, despite having fooled everybody else at work, but Jungkook assured you that it would be easy enough to trick his parents.Â
On the train ride to Daegu, you sat a few rows away from your sister, who had her headphones in as she watched the latest K-Drama she missed due to her busy school schedule. The âarriving soonâ message plays throughout the cabins of the KTX, and you figure itâs important to bring up your parents.Â
Turning to Jungkook, who was drawing on his iPad, you removed an airpod from your ear, pausing the music. You take a moment and admire his face, the way his jawline was so angular, the sharp planes of his cheekbones, the concentration held in his eyes.
âLike what you see?â Jungkookâs voice is teasing, but you still felt embarrassed at being caught staring at him.
âI just think we should talk about the next 2 days.â
âY/N, listen. Parents love me. Despite the tattoos and long hair.â
âCause youâve met so many parents? Youâve been dating Somin since we were 20.â
âMy friends have parents too, you know. Donât worry. Just be like we always are and itâll be fine.â
âYour parents may be easy to trick, but mine? Theyâre a bit more⌠scrutinizing. Plus, theyâve heard me talk about Namjoon, and probably donât remember me talking about you...â you trailed off, a slight warmth subtly coloring your cheeks.
âSo you used to talk about me?â
âWell, yea, first year, you know? I had a crush on you, so my mom heard all about it. Not aboutâyou know, but I told her I thought we might date.â You buried your nose in your phone to avoid looking at Jungkook.Â
âYou know, you never told me why you nevââ
Jungkookâs words were cut off by an attendant walking through the aisle, asking everyone to start packing up their belongings as the train would be pulling into the DongDaegu Station momentarily.
âMy dad should be here to pick us upâYuna!â Your sister turned to you, a smile on her face as she waved her phone.
âDadâs here!â
The drive to the house was short, and you spent most of the time taking turns with Yuna filling in your dad on your life in Seoul. Your mom was busy in the kitchen when you arrived, and she shooed you all upstairs to your rooms. Unsurprisingly, your parents were having you and Yuna share her room while Jungkook would be across the hall in your room.Â
Your parents were more conservative, and while you were an adult and perfectly able to do as you pleased in Seoul, while under their roof, they wanted to make sure that you remained as pure as they could keep you.Â
Dinner that first night went well. Jungook and your dad bonded over sports, despite Jungkook not playing any team sports, he was still well-versed on the topic and joined your dad in watching a basketball game while you, Yuna, and your mom cleaned up after dinner and then sat in the sewing room.Â
Your mom asked you all about Jungkook, which she surprisingly did remember you talking about. It seemed you had her and your father fooled, but while you sat at her embroidery machine, she shared she was confused about the lack of presents you had for each other to open tomorrow night. Saying it was because you still had to wrap them and she would find them under the tree tomorrow was an easy enough excuse, and paired with a very real yawn, you excused yourself to get ready for bed.
Sleeping with Yuna was uncomfortable; she was a wild sleeper. Restlessness won over sleep, so you got out of bed and made your way downstairs to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen. Your parents were already in bed in their first floor room on the other side of the house from the kitchen and the stairs.
When you returned back upstairs, you noticed the light on in your bedroom, so you knocked softly.
âCome in,â Jungkookâs voice was subdued, and you pushed the door open gently.
âHey,â you said, eyeing Jungkookâs lean, topless form as he sat at the edge of the bed. You never tired of the view when you would sleep over at his place.Â
âCanât sleep?â
âYea, Yuna isnât the best person to sleep next to, flops around all night, hogs the sheets.â
You walk into the room, joining him on the bed. Heâs swiping through images from the SeoulM8 shoots heâs recently done. You watched his finger move across the iPad leisurely.
âAhh, sounds like you miss sleeping next to me.â
You scoffed, shoulder bumping into his.
âYou snore a bit. And your body temperature runs pretty hot. I wake up sweating half the time.â
âAh, not the first time Iâve made you sweat, love.â
You raise your eyebrow at his insinuation of your loss of virginity.
âKidding, babe,â he jokes, locking his iPad and setting it down to charge on the bedside table.
âCan we go into town tomorrow? I want to do some last minute shopping.â
âSure.â Jungkook yawned and you took that as your cue to leave so he could get some sleep after your journey across the country.
âWhere ya going? I thought you couldn't fall asleep with Yuna?â
Jungkook pulled the covers back, making space for you to climb in in front of him.
âWell, yes, but my parentsââ
âSleep downstairs and wholly expect us to pretend to sleep apart but know that youâre going to sneak in here anyways because weâre madly in love.â
You had to cover your mouth to keep from laughing loudly.
âAnd how do you know that?â
Jungkook smirked, still waiting for you to get into bed.
âYouâre dad told me. He also said we need to give him grandchildren, sooner rather than later.â
Stunned silent, Jungkook leaned forward and grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him. He turned off the light and you climbed in over him, keeping him at the front just in case.Â
âCâmere,â he rolled over and pulled you to his chest, snuggling into you as he got comfortable. âWe have to look madly in love. No funny business though. I know you think Iâm irresistible, but we are in your parents house and must be respectful.â
You elbowed him in the rib, and settled into the comforting darkness of your childhood bedroom with Jungkookâs arm wound around your waist, holding you close.Â
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Christmas Eve, in your family, is the night that presents are opened. As a child, this tradition was done in order to make room under the tree for Santaâs presents. As adults, your parents keep the tradition alive, instead putting stockings with 1 or 2 of the more expensive gifts for you to have on Christmas morning.Â
After shopping in town and spending time wrapping, you had finally placed a few gifts for Jungkook under the tree that Yuna was now passing out. You were surprised to see a couple gifts for you from Jungkook in the small pile you amassed, and when you caught his eye, he winked at you.Â
Yuna opened her gifts first, then you and Jungkook, where you saw that he gave you a matching jewelry set: necklace and earrings in a soft rose gold, a small cherry blossom bloom dangling from the small hoop of the earrings and from a small hoop on the necklace. It reminded you of your date at the park. The two of you sat under the winter sakura tree that day, the only blossoms that bloom twice a year, where you told him how much you loved cherry blossoms in passing.Â
âItâs beautiful, Jungkook.â You almost canât believe it, but he just smiles softly at your gratitude and helps put the necklace on you. Your parents looked happy, enjoying seeing their daughter so happy. Jungkook was excited to see what you had gotten him; a special lens for his camera that he had talked on and on about purchasing soon. He was giddy, running upstairs to grab his camera, testing out the new lens on pictures of you and your family.
Once again, you found yourself in your old room, curled up with Jungkook, but this time you were unable to sleep. Rolling over, you faced Jungkook, who cracked one eye and peeked at you.
âWhatâs wrong, babe?â he asked, voice laced with sleep. You noticed how easily the endearment rolled off his tongue even with no one around to convince.
âIâthe gift you got me,â your fingers fidgeted with the small cherry blossom on the necklace. âI hope it didnât cost too much. You can return it once we break up if you need to.â
âY/N, that gift is for you. For being such a great⌠friend. Helping me do this. I really think itâs working.â
âYou deserve to be happy Jungkook. Iâm glad you were able to get space long enough to work out how you feel, and that youâre working your way to being happier.â
âYea, I think Iâve been much happier lately...â
You watched his tongue run along his lips, and you couldnât help but train your eyes on the movement. He caught your eyes, his hands gripped you a bit tighter as the tension in the dark room grew.
â...much happier...â
You werenât sure who moved first, you or Jungkook, but at that point, it didnât really matter. The way your lips sought his, the way his hands pulled you closer, the two of you were acting on instinct. This kiss wasnât for practice or for show, who was to know what happened here, in this room tonight, but the two of you?
You let out a moan as he dipped his head lower, tracing kisses from your neck to what was exposed of your collarbone. His touch is impatient, tugging and kneading, unable to stay still on your body. His scent alone, a musky vanilla scent, engulfed your senses and you wanted⌠more.
You threw your leg over his body, turning the two of you until youâre straddled on top of him, able to press your core down onto his very firm cock. His boxers and your sleep shorts are the only things holding it back from assaulting you, and youâre annoyed that theyâre in the way. Reaching down, you slide your hand roughly into the waistline of the boxers, fingers gripping him.
Jungkook groaned into your neck, the feel of your hand as you palm him building the craving he had for you. He wanted you. Not just physically. But you had those stupid rules, and he couldnât just break them. He respected you more than that, and falling in love with you? Well that wasnât part of the plan.
Jungkook slows the way heâs kissing you, slows the way he was thrusting into your hand and pushes you gently off of him and back to your side of the bed. Youâre both panting, barely able to catch your breath as he pulled your back to his chest and held you close.
âWeâve got a long trip tomorrow morning to Busan, babe. Letâs get some sleep.â
âOh⌠okay?â You were so confused. You had never been turned down before, especially not when you were so far into the act, practically ready to pull your panties to the side and ease him into you. You were throbbing, body aching with want, and you knew he was too; could feel the hardness as it nestled in the dip between your cheeks.
You felt him kiss your head, followed by a soft double peck to your neck, and not 10 minutes later his breathing slowed as he drifted off to sleep.Â
You, on the other hand, laid awake, thoughts running wild.
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Christmas morning you had an early breakfast with your family before opening stockings. Your parents had only a couple of weeks to prepare for Jungkook, but they had prepared a stocking for him as well; your mom embroidering his name onto it and stuffing it full to the brim.Â
You were surprised at the gifts; a couple boxes of polaroid film, a bag of banana kick chips, individually packaged egg snacks, and colorful candy canes. Yours were similar as well, a small collection of sewing items for designing, and your favorite snacks. Your mom ruffled Jungkookâs sleepy-head hair as he offered his thanks to your parents, and you couldnât help but feel your heart swoon at the sight. You realized something heartbreaking at that moment: breaking up with Jungkook once this was over would hurt more than just you.Â
Heading to Jungkookâs parents house was a different experience after the previous night. Yuna had obviously stayed with your parents, and would be catching the train back the same day you left Busan.Â
This was the first time the two of you had been alone since the rejection the night before, and you were doing your best to ignore the hurt feeling that would bloom every time you caught yourself dwelling on it. You focused on your phone instead, posting a few photos on Instagram so that you were sticking to your end of the deal. Somin would see these posts some way or another, and it would hopefully do what it was intended to.
Jungkook didnât seem to think twice about the rejection, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and treating you like you were really together, a true couple going to meet his parents for the first time.Â
âNervous?â
âA little. Iâll be meeting your parents, and weâre not really together,â you looked down at your hands, missing the way Jungkookâs face fell for a few seconds before working itâs way back to a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.
âI think weâre together enough where it counts. No one watching us would doubt it,â he intertwined your fingers and gave it an encouraging squeeze, âsometimes even I forget youâre not my real girlfriend.â He laughed, and the sound leaves an ache in your chest.
âSame, haha...â You looked out the window of the KTX, ready to breathe the fresh air of the nearby sea. Jungkook released your hand and you both went back to your tasks, Jungkook reading emails and you sketching designs for work.
Jungkookâs parents treated you much like yours had treated Jungkook. Like you were the greatest thing to happen to their child.
âY/N, youâre so pretty! Oh, thank heavens, we have a chance at cute grandchildren now.â Jungkookâs mom bowed her head in thanks to a higher power, and you couldnât help feeling a little bad that you werenât actually dating Jungkook. You would have liked to deserve the praise she was giving you.
âHe looks so much happier, happier than weâve seen him in a long time.â She smiled at his father and their eyes, so similar to their two sons, crinkled in the corners. JungHyun greeted you with a hug, and you reciprocated it.
âHi, Oppa,â you teased, and Jungkook glared at you.Â
âYah! Thatâs Jeon JungHyun to you,â he leaned closer to your ear in a mock whisper, âonly I get called Oppa.â
JungHyun cringed back in mock disgust.
âI do not need to know about your âOppa kinkâ in the bedroom.â He shivered as he walked back to the living room, where he put away his laptop to make space for gifts.
Their dad, who you were very glad had not heard his eldest sonâs comment, gestured to you to leave your suitcases in the entryway and come sit down.
âKookie, pass out the gifts please. Your mom has been waiting all morning in excitement for you two to get here. We can have lunch after you guys get situated.â
Jungkook, ever the dutiful youngest son, began to distribute gifts amongst you all, while you handed your own gifts that you had gotten for his family out to them.Â
âYou didnât have to get them anything,â Jungkook whispered as he dropped a gift off for you from his own parents.
You gave him a pointed look, gesturing subtly to the gift.
âI did.â
He shook his head with a smile and continued until the space under the tree was empty.
âSo, we just open them all at the same time! Save your thanks for the end, ready?â His dad looked at you, and you nodded.
âLetâs get it!â Jungkook shouted, and everyone laughed at his phrase as you began to open your gifts. You didnât have many, one from his parents and JungHyun, and 2 from Jungkook. His family had given you a Pantone Color Swatch book that was easy to carry around, to help while on set working. It was very thoughtful, and you knew it could not have been cheap. You bowed deeply, on your knees and forehead to their floor as a show of your gratitude and respect.
They motioned for you to sit back up, waving off your thanks as if it was no big deal for them to get this gift for you. You turned to Jungkookâs gift, eyes already threatening tears at their sincere treatment of you, and once opened, you did cry.
Nestled inside a satin lined box was a beautiful set of Dwikkoji, traditional hair pins, that came with a small card identifying them as from the Joseon era.
âJungkook!â you gasped, sure that they couldnât be real.
âDonât worry. I didnât have to pay for them. But they would look much better displayed in your office as our head fashionista then collecting dust in storage.â
You couldnât hold back your feelings any longer. Acting on instinct, you tugged him towards you, wrapping your arms under his own and around his frame as you let your tears fall.
âTheyâre beautiful, Kookie.âÂ
Jungkook reciprocated your embrace, his hand smoothing down your hair as his parents smiled at the scene in front of them.
âAh, young love, remember when that was us?â
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Unlike your parents, who wanted to pretend that the two of you were a modest young couple, Jungkookâs parents assumed that the two of you would room together. His dad had clapped him on his shoulder and congratulated him on bringing home such a fine woman. Apparently in the two weeks that JungHyun had been home, he had raved about you to his parents, showing pictures from your social media accounts of the two of you together, as well as your fashion talent. Jungkook too had talked on the phone to his parents, you came to find out, which was why his parents were so enthralled by you, despite only dating Jungkook for a short time.
Lunch was fun. Spending time with the Jeons was full of laughter. His family was like him, generous and kind hearted, and you enjoyed spending time with his mom in the kitchen making cookies for dessert.
That night you went out for a drive to look at Christmas lights, before you all stopped off at the town center where they had outdoor ice skating set up. Jungkook had his camera with the new personalized strap you made him (yay fashion classes!) around his neck, taking photos of you and his family as you glided across the frozen water. You spent an hour there before heading home to warm up with hot cocoa and Christmas movies. You found out that this was their tradition every year, and it made you happy to know they wanted to share it with you. Even if it was only for this one Christmas.
Having showered first, you traveled down the hall to get water from the kitchen while you waited for Jungkook to finish his. His family had a one level house; His parentsâ room was located on one side of the living room and kitchen, while Jungkook and his brotherâs room was on the other side.Â
You heard his parents talking at the table and you slowed down, resting the back of your head on the wall as you heard them say your name.
âOh, honey, Y/N is so darling! I havenât seen him this happy in years.â
âHe looks so in love with her.â
âWell, remember, he used to have the biggest crush on her.â
âBut that was years ago. They were what, 20? And somehow he chose Somin?â
âSometimes, people aren't ready. Now, theyâre older. Better chances of them working out. Oh, honey, I hope they work out. She would be such a cute daughter in law.â
âI know, but donât pressure them. Let them realize how in love with each other they are on their own.â
âDo you think she loves him too?â
âI donât have a single doubt in my mind. I saw the way they were together.Theyâre in love, whether they realize it or not.â
âAhh, so we could have grandchildren soon? JungHyun seems like heâs never going to settle down... â
âAish, grandchildren? Iâm too young to be a grandpa!â
Instead of interrupting them, you headed back to his room, mind racing with their words. Jungkook had a crush on you? They thought the two of you were in love? Daughter in law? Jungkook chose that moment to come into the room, towel wrapped low around his waist as he checked his phone and you couldnât look away.
âYouâre starting to drool there, babe.â
You swallowed and looked away, grabbing your hair and running your fingers through it to put it into a bun on your head.
âI just uhâI wanted to talk to you about the contract.â
Jungkook, who was facing his dresser where his suitcase was opened up, froze. His eyes sought yours in the mirror, his reflection giving away nothing.
âOh? What, uh, what about it?â
âWell, our parents seem to like us together, I mean, theyâre talking about grandkids, and well, I would hate to break up so soon after having met them. I know this was only supposed to go on until you figured out what to do about Somin, but if itâs alright with you,â you look away, twisting your fingers in nervousness, âI would like for us to continue to date.â
Jungkookâs mind was racing. He understood what you meant. Your parents seemed to love him, discussing future visits for the holidays and his family had been no different. And thinking about ending the contract? Well, he had already been thinking about doing that. So he could date you, for real. Somin texted him while he was in the shower, upset about missing Christmas with his family. Jungkook thought that it would bother him, his first holiday without her, but he realized he couldnât care less.Â
Somin treated him like a prize to be toted around and shown off. He was good for bragging; his face, body, high paying job, it all granted her status. She had no ambition to grow within the company, still a one act manager after graduating as an interning managerâs assistant. But you? God, you were different. You had ambition, you didnât care about what Jungkook could provide for you, and you listened to him, to his dreams. You were thoughtful, appreciative, and everything you had done was to help him be happy. Even fake dating, while it benefitted you as well, you had gone above and beyond for him.
You stood up, walking closer to him where he was lost in his thoughts.
âJungkook?â you intoned, your fingers softly settling on the back of his shoulder, waiting for his response.
âI think, yeah. I think that would be a good idea. My parents and brother love you.â
Your heart soared. He wanted to continue this. Not go back to Somin right away. He barely brought her up this whole trip. You felt giddy, hopeful that maybe one day, this could be something more.
âSo then, itâs settled.â
Jungkook turned around, catching your hand before you could drop it back to your side.
âI think we should reexamine that contract, but tonight, Iâd really like to say fuck it.â
Jungkook stepped into your space, and in a heartâs beat, he had ensnared your lips, his arms pulling you closer to him. Your own arms snaked up his body, hands pulling his head closer to you, your fingers playing with the wet strands at his nape. His kisses were fervent, lips almost rough as he pressed them to yours before he was swiping his tongue across the opening of your mouth, seeking entrance.Â
You groaned as you arched your back, seeking to deepen the kiss as you pressed higher on your tiptoes, wanting more of him. His palm skimmed your back down to your butt, where he applied pressure and lifted you with brute strength. You pulled away with a gasp, not expecting to be lifted up. He just looked at you with pupils blown, one eyebrow raised suggestively as he carried you to his bed.
âI think we should practice making âgrandchildrenâ for them.â
He set you down, long enough to grip the hem of your shirt before he pulled it over your head. His eyes moved to your chest, and he closed his eyes as he sighed in defeat.
âYouâve been keeping this from me?â
âYouâve seen me naked before,â you remind him, but he just shook his head.
âYears ago, Y/N, and let me tell you, my memory didnât do you justice. I think I need a reminder.â
You throw him a suggestive look, knowing that youâve both had some experience with sex since your shared first time all those years ago. This time, there was no fumbling, no nervous laughter, or apologizing. This time, Jungkook was in command of his body, and of yours too. He rid you of your shorts, leaving you naked on his sheets as he dropped his towel.Â
You marveled at how his body had changed: the muscle gained and the chiseled jaw you loved to admire. Jungkook bit his lip and did the same to you, eyes roving along your curves, the way you werenât shying away from his touch as his fingers trailed up your thigh.
âYouâre beautiful, Y/N.â
You didnât get a chance to respond, as Jungkook kissed you again, this time with less fervor, his body crawling above yours as he joined you on the bed. His hands touched you everywhere, fondling your breasts and your ass as he kissed down your neck, nipping the skin and leaving marks along your neck. You feel the ache as your wetness pools between your legs, and Jungkookâs growing member sits heavy where itâs pressed against your thigh.Â
âJungkook, pleaseââ
He nips a bit harder, the sound of you begging for him made him infinitely larger. He wanted to be in you, but he didnât want to rush it, wanted to savor you for as long as he had you under him. Kissing down your body, his tongue leaves a cool, wet trail and you writhe, ticklish to his tongues path to your core.Â
Parting your legs wider, he smirked at you from where he's sat on his knees, your thighs on either side of his gloriously naked body. Leaning forward, he never breaks eye contact as you watch his lips meet your mound. Gentle kisses pressed to your lips, and then his tongue is parting them, flicking your clit in greeting. Your head is thrown back, you know you should be quieter, but the onslaught of his lips and tongue as they pleasure your sweet spot has you reduced to base instincts only. And right now, they want Jungkook to know that he had better not stop.
You rolled your hips, seeking more, and he gives in, thick fingers immersing themselves inside of you. You clench, walls shocked at the intrusion but welcoming it all the same. He felt so good, and you tell him as much, so he continued to finger fuck you as he lapped up your release, carrying you through your orgasm.
He was so hard, cock throbbing as he kissed back up your body, and after spitting into your hand, you reached down to stroke along his shaft, palm twisting and gliding as he nuzzled his face back into your neck, quiet little moans rolling out of his mouth with each stroke. You made him feel so good, your body warm and soft as your smaller hand stroked his larger ego, in more ways than one.
Without preamble, you positioned him at your opening and lifted your hips, allowing him to feel how warm your walls were, waiting for him. He pushed up on his palms on either side of your head and the look he gave you was indecipherable before your own eyes shut; he engulfed his cock in the swollen velvet that was your cunt, buried to the hilt.
He had tried his best to prepare you, but every glorious inch stretching you out was a breath you needed to take in order to grow accustomed to his size. You counted nine breaths, then opened your eyes, taking in the trembling of his arms as he held himself back from pounding into you.
âMove, Kook, please,â you whine, and he wasted no time following your orders.
His hips grinded into you as he rolled them, angling himself to take you as deep as humanly possible. His pace started off fast, but soon he was slowing down, head dropped into the crook of your neck as your nails dragged red marks down his back. You rocked your hips in time to his thrusts, using your grip on his back as leverage to meet him halfway.Â
âYou feel so good, so wet for me,â he murmured with each thrust, and you bit his shoulder, afraid if you didnât gag yourself, you would say the wrong thing.
Everything about you enveloped him, your scent, your arms and thighs that were holding him close; he could barely think straight as he tried to get you to cum again before he got himself off. But you felt so good, tight clenches as your arousal gushed and coated his cock, he didnât know how much longer he could last. Then you bit his shoulder, and he sped up his stroke, hips rolled in fast succession as your body jostled underneath him.
âFuck, fuck, Iâm so close baby,â you mewl into his ear, and he lifted his head up out of your neck, resting his forehead on yours.Â
âI want to watch you, donât close your eyes,â he pleads and you try your best to keep them open, not closing them for long as the coil builds in your lower abdomen. He adjusted your bodies, lifted your legs up slightly which allowed him a deeper angle that hits your g-spot. Your mouth hangs open, a fucked out expression on your face and Jungkook loses it.
The first spurt of his hot cum sends you over the edge, and you're spiraling down, pussy contracting around his cock, milking him for every drop. You maintain eye contact, watching each other for a few seconds before you canât help but close them, the pleasure too great.
Jungkook pressed his lips to yours as you both cum, using them to cage in the words he wanted to say, wanted to shout from the rooftops, but wasnât yet sure you felt the same way.
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Waking up in Jungkookâs arms, you felt sore. So sore, but also satisfied. You hadnât slept this well in ages, and if Jungkookâs deep slumber and dead weight arm draped over your waist was anything to go by, he hadnât either. You moved his arm slowly, headed for the shower, and let out a small gasp as JungHyun also exited his bedroom at the same time.
âWell, donât you look... rested,â he trailed off, a look of knowing on his face.
Your face burned in embarrassment.
âDonât worry, as soon as I heard little brother start to get a little⌠feral, I turned up my TV while I gamed. Parents didnât hear a peep.â
âThank you, oppa.â You bowed, gratitude seeping out of each of your pores.
âNow, those marks on the other hand,â he gestured to your neck, âmight I suggest an ice pack for 20 minutes and then some really good makeup?â
You hurried into the bathroom as he laughed his way towards the kitchen. A minute later he knocked, passing you a small ice-pack through the cracked door.
â20 minutes,â he reminded you with a wink, and went back into his room with his cereal.
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Saying goodbye to Jungkookâs parents after a late breakfast was tough. His mom cried, saying her baby son did not visit enough and that she would miss him. She also said she would miss you greatly, and that you better come back with him soon to visit.
It was tough to promise her that you would, knowing that there was a very real chance that you wouldnât. This was fake after all. You had just agreed to extend the contract briefly, to get through the holidays and while Jungkook said âfuck itâ last night, with the rising of the sun came the clarity of the situation.Â
Jungkook behaved much the same, holding your hand and showering you with PDA, and while you reciprocated, you couldnât help but feel like the magic of Christmas was over. Heading back to Seoul meant back to reality. You werenât sure you were ready for that. For the first time in your life, you felt like you could see a future with someone, with him, despite the relationship being fake thus far. To be honest, it hadnât felt fake since the night of the party.Â
The entire trip, all 3 and a half hours of it, you ruminated on last night and what it meant. You hated to admit that you had fallen for Jungkook, and had given up rule number 7 on a whim. For all you knew, he would be going back to Somin at the end of this.Â
In his own little world, Jungkook too couldnât stop thinking about you and what last night meant. He wished he had said to forget the contract all together, instead of just for the night. He wanted to see if you felt the same way, but he wanted to be sure that his Somin chapter was done. He needed to see her and make sure he was over her, and not just using you as a rebound. You didnât deserve that.
Jungkookâs body language had you on edge, as his foot tapped incessantly as the train got closer and closer to Seoul. You placed your hand on his knee, a reassuring move for both of you.Â
âJungkook, whatâs wrong?â
âNothing. I justâSomin messaged me.â He had been thinking about it the whole trip back to Seoul, about how her messages didnât affect him anymore. Before, he could barely go a few minutes before responding. Now, almost 18 hours had passed and he wasnât bothered.
âWhen?â Your voice came out sharper than intended, and Jungkook flinched back from you.
âUh, last night, right after I got out of the shower.â
Your brain began to connect dots that you didnât want it to.
âOh,â you respond, trying to keep your voice light. Jungkook was confused at your reaction; usually you were jumping to keep him and Somin apart. This response felt like you didnât care, like if he met up with Somin, it wouldnât impact you at all.
âShe just⌠I think that youâre right. The plan is working and Iâve been happier than Iâve been in a long time. But I guess thereâs that part of me that needs to talk with her, express how I feel. I want to be sure.â Before I confess my feelings to you, he thought.
âRight. Well, that was the goal, getting you to figure out what you want.â You turned your head away from him and deeper into the neck pillow, trying to get this conversation done and over with before he said something that really broke your heart.
âI know. I guess Iâll meet up with her when we get back? The sooner the better I guess.â
âTrue, the faster you meet with her, figure it all out, the faster we can move towards breaking up.â
Jungkook freezes, but you donât notice, too focused on not looking at him.
âAt breaking up?â
âYea, that was the plan right? We date for a couple more weeks, then break up, so you can get back with Somin, if sheâs changed, you know?â
âYouââ
âHey Jungkook? Iâm really tired, can we talk about this later?â
Jungkook stared at your form, taking in how closed off you were from him. He didnât understand what changed. He sat back, finally replying to Sominâs text, agreeing to meet at a cafe by his apartment later that evening.
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Jungkook saw you home, worried the entire ride to your place about what was happening between the two of you. He thought everything had been going well, and after last night, he didnât know how he could have possibly fucked up. He hoped you were just PMS-ing, like Somin used to always blame moods like this on.Â
You let him carry your suitcase upstairs to your apartment and when he leaned in for a kiss, you kissed him back, but he felt it was almost out of obligation; your sister was sitting on the couch watching the two of you. Jungkook paused at your door, but you had turned away from him, so ready to be alone. So he let you close the door in his face, let you have time to yourself.
Jungkook got to the cafe, eyes searching for the long black hair of his ex. When he approached her she smiled at him. Jungkook saw the way her face lit up, the way the smile graced her pretty face, and felt nothing for it. Sitting down, a cafe worker took their drink order and left them alone.
âSo, you said you wanted to talk?â Jungkook asked, fidgeting with his fingers drumming on his knee.
âKookie, I miss you.â Somin leaned toward him, chest pushed out in her off the shoulder zebra print dress. Her black heel nudged against Jungkookâs leg, rubbing it suggestively.
Jungkook moved his leg out of reach and sighed.
âSominââ
âMinnie.â She pouted, red painted bottom lip jutting out after she cut him off to correct her name.
âSomin. IâIâm sorry.â Jungkook felt awkward. Here he was, sitting in front of his ex, who was undoubtedly a gorgeous woman. But after all they had been throughâall she put him throughâand all the healing you had done to his heart, he realized he had fallen out of love with her a long time ago. âI know you had hopes of us getting back together.â
âWell, of course weâre getting back together Kookie. Weâre made for each other. Since we were 20! I know this thing with Y/N is just revenge. You wanted to make me mad, teach me a lesson,â she said as she reached out and grabbed Jungkookâs hand in hers, âand I have learned it. Christmas without you was so sad. I had no one to go out to all the holiday parties with.â
Jungkook shifted in the metal chair. âLook, Sominââ
âWhy do you keep calling me that?â she interrupted again, and Jungkook let out a loud sigh as he tried to maintain his cool.
âBecause, Iâm trying to tell you that Iââ
âJungkook! Somin!â
The loud yell of the barista reading out orders cut Jungkook off for the third time, and he groaned, running his tattooed hand over his face. With a huff, he stood up, walking through the crowded cafe to get the drinks so he could just tell Somin the truth; he may have initially wanted to teach her a lesson, but he ended up being the person who learned something from it. He was in love with you; wanted to spend more holidays like the one that just passed, with you. He truly didnât feel anything for Somin anymore, other than friendship.
While Jungkook was up, Somin noticed his bag was open, a fancy camera strap hanging out of it. It was embroidered; the phrase âyou shine brighter than anyoneâ apparent once she pulled it free from his oversized black backpack. Somin threw a glance over her shoulder at Jungkook, seeing him still busy, so she stuffed the strap into her purse. Grabbing her phone, she sent a text to Taehyung.
Jungkook set down the drinks before sitting down himself and commanding the attention of his ex.Â
âLook, Somin, I justâIâm sorry.â Jungkook looked down at his hands before making eye contact with her. âI donât see us getting back together. Iââ he paused, taking a deep breath before he spoke his truth, âIâm in love with her, Minie. I know thatâs not what you want to hear, but I want to be happy. I want you to be happy with someone who feels about you, how I feel about her.â
Somin stared at Jungkook before she laughed. He was unsure of the emotions she was actually feeling; perplexed by her reaction to what he just told her. He didn't want to be with her anymore, and he wasnât looking for her to beg, but he expected a little more... sadness? Push back? Once she was done laughing, she leveled her gaze at him.
âYou, youâve barely been seeing her Jungkook. How can you love her?â
Jungkook took a sip of his drink, gathering his thoughts before he answered her. The judgement that laced her tone made him angry, but he didnât want to give Somin the upper hand. He wanted to be an adult about the situation. In retrospect, he hadnât been honest with Somin when she first confessed to him, and you deserved for him to share that honesty now, even if it was coming 5 years later.
âI thinkâI think a part of me has always loved her. Since that first year. Donât get me wrong, I think I loved you too and at some point we just⌠I think we just broke up and then made up too many times because it was easy⌠familiar. I love you Minie, and you were a huge part of my life. Iâm just not IN love with you.â Jungkook leaned forward towards Somin, placing his hand over here, hoping that she would see and feel his sincerity and his benevolence.Â
âWow, IâYouâre serious?â Sominâs voice was quiet as she questioned him. âI guess I didnât think Iâd be starting the new year without you.â
Jungkook watched as she slid her hand out from under his and placed it in her lap.
âPlease, be happy for me Minie, and when youâre ready, Iâll be happy for you too.â
The loud chime from Sominâs phone went off. Jungkook watched as she looked at her screen, eyes growing wide.
âShit, an emergency with Tae.â Somin looked up at Jungkook, her face soft and apologetic.
âKooâI mean Jungkook, I was just surprised is all. IâI am happy for you and Y/N. Or, I guess itâs more like, I will be. Iâm sorry, I have to run, but thank you for meeting with me.â
Somin gave him one last smile, as if showing she was throwing the towel in, before she stood up and left the cafe in a hurry. Jungkook watched her as she dashed off, disappearing down the sidewalk towards the nearest bus stop. He thought the meeting had gone well, or at least better than expected. Maybe Somin has grown up, he thought to himself, unaware of the way she made off cunningly with his gifted camera strap, using a text that confirmed the time for the next morningâs meeting with Taehyung as an excuse to escape.
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After closing the door in Jungkookâs face, you retreated to your room, claiming that a headache was creeping in from the long train ride. Your sister nodded, engrossed in her latest K Drama. You rolled your suitcase into your room, stripped your travel clothes from your weary body, and entered your shower.Â
Free to do as you pleased, with the water to cover the sound, you wept. How foolish you felt, letting Jungkook close to you once again, only to see him rush off to Somin. It was almost like what happened 5 years ago, when you had gone to his dorm room and found her confessing. Just like then, Somin was winning Jungkook; once again he had slipped through your grasp.
That night you texted Jungkook to tell him you would be going to the office early and that he neednât pick you up.
Jungkook was relieved upon seeing your text. He had spent the better half of the evening and the morning tearing apart his apartment. He had called his parents, his brother, and overturned his luggage onto the floor. He could not find the camera strap you made him.Â
He knew that he shouldnât have taken it off the camera, but he spilled a bit of leftovers from his mom on it while on the train and removed it to make it easier to clean once he got home.Â
Unfortunately, it was nowhere to be found.Â
Jungkook was frantic; he knew that you made it for him that night you sat in the sewing room with your mom and sister while he was with your dad. Your mom had an embroidery machine, and so you snuck in there under the premise of bonding time and worked on it. He loved the phrase you chose for him; it reminded him of your love letter to him, the way you had written about him making you feel as beautiful as a night sky. âyou looked at me as if the galaxies were reflected in my eyes...â
Dumping out his black backpack for the umpteenth time, Jungkook sifted through notebooks, film, wrappers from snacks, a small hygiene bag, and loose photos. He doesnât know why he continued looking through the same places. Itâs not there. Glancing at the clock, he realized he would be late to the Monday morning meeting. Giving up and putting everything he needed back into his bookbag, he stepped over the mess and headed out to his car.
Walking into the conference room, everyone looked tired from their holidays, but with the New Year around the corner, it was important for everyone to attend before January. SeoulM8âs comeback was fast approaching, and making sure everything was moving smoothly was imperative to whether the next holiday was spent relaxing or spent stressed out.Â
Stirring your coffee, you walked through the propped open door and maneuvered your way over to where your assistants sat. Kim, the same one who brought you the tiger lillies several weeks ago, smiled at you as she slid you the stapled packet she printed out from the email.
âI think weâve done all our parts, the photos Jeon emailed over have been approved by the boss, and we double-checked the designers they are wearing. I think all thatâs left is to get final approval on the outfits for their comeback shows and interviews during comeback week.âÂ
You nodded, sipping the still hot coffee as Kim spoke quietly about the role you played for SeoulM8, eyes on the printed email. It didnât help the way you could feel the mocha eyes of a certain âmissing in actionâ best friend burning into the side of your face; or the way the empty seat across from you saved for a certain âboyfriendâ of yours had your anxiety on edge.
With 5 minutes left until the meeting commenced, you had done a pretty good job at tuning out all of the mindless chatter around you, that is until Sominâs nasally voice interrupted your response to Kim.
âOh, this? Itâs just a little gift for JK.â
âBut you broke up? Heâs with Y/N now...â Hobi said, cutting off a reply from one of the assistants sitting near Somin.
âBut we dated for 5 years, heâs still important to me. I think heâll love it.â She turned her back to Hobi, who tried to make eye contact with you. You looked down at your coffee instead.
When Jimin and Taehyung walked into the room, everyone quieted down and took their seats if they werenât already, assuming Bang PD, the head boss, would be quickly approaching behind them. Before the glass door could swing fully shut, Jungkook sprinted into the room, out of breath.
âOh Jungkook, here!â Somin stood up, making a big show out of handing him the small gift bag that had been on the table in front of her.Â
âOh? Uh, thanks Minie.â Jungkook said, looking for the head boss. Bang PD was still missing from the room, so he grasped the colorful tissue paper from the bag and removed it in one swift pull. As the paper fluttered to the table, Jungkookâs eyes lit up as he took in the present.
âOh my God, thank you!â Jungkook wrapped his arms around Somin in a huge hug, surprising everyone in the room watching, including you. Despite all of your negative thoughts about you and Jungkookâs future, seeing him react that way was unexpected and you felt your heart ache seeing him hold her in an embrace.
Sitting down, Jungkook turns to talk to Somin when you notice Bang PD walking down the long hallway towards the closed glass doors.Â
You turned to the front of the room where SeoulM8 was seated next to the only empty chair in the room, fully intending to pay attention, but Jungkookâs movements directly across from you pulled your attention away. When you see the embroidered strap that YOU had given to him for Christmas a mere 2 days ago slide free from the bag, you see red. Before Bang PD can enter the room, youâve already stood up.Â
Both Namjoon and Jungkook look at you, followed by everyone elseâs gaze; itâs too late to hide the tears that fall down your face.Â
âY/N, I can explainââ Jungkook said as you make your way around the table toward the door. He grabbed your wrist to stop you, but you pulled it from his grasp.
âSave it, Jeon. Itâs over.â
You leave the meeting, walking brusquely past your boss with your head down. You type out a quick text to him as you take the elevator down, apologizing for leaving and saying that an emergency came up. Bang PD responds within a few moments.
Back in the conference room, Jungkook attempted to call you, but you sent him to voicemail twice. Giving up, he grabbed his bag, fully planning to follow you, when he saw Namjoon stand before he could. Throwing a dirty look at Jungkook, Namjoon shook his head at him before quickly following you out the door.Â
You havenât gone far, making it only to your office where you gathered up the rest of your belongings when Namjoon burst in.
âY/N,â he sounded a little out of breath, probably from running to the elevator and then to your office, you assumed, âIââ
âSave it, Joon. You didnât want to talk to me these past few weeks, so I donât know why youâre here now.â
âBecause I realized I love you.â
You stopped packing up your laptop, eyes slowly moving to meet his.
âWhat did you say?â
âI said I love you. I didnât realize it until you started dating Jungkook, but I do.â
You shook your head back and forth, unable to hear or deal with his feelings right now.
âNo, Namjoon, you donât. You just miss Jennie.â
âY/N, listen, I shouldâve realized it was you. Itâs always been you. You canât honestly tell me that youâre in love with Jungkook?â Namjoon said this last part with contempt.
Tears fell once again, and you dropped your hands uselessly to your side.
âI do, Namjoon. I honestly love him.â
âWell, I hate to say I told you so, but-â
âThen donât,â you voiced, cutting him off with an edge to your voice.
âYou and Jungkook? Please. Anyone can see how different you are. You and me, though? Weâre better for each other.â
âHow different we are? Why? Am I too out of his league? Not pretty enough?â
âNo, thatâs not what Iâm saying, and you know it. You guys just arenât compatibleââ
âAnd how the fuck would you even know?! You saw us together at what? One party? And then at work? What do you even know about our relationship, Joon?! Youâve been angry at me ever since you found out!â
âBecause you and him together isnât right! Itâs supposed to be you and me!â
âOh please, Namjoon. If Jennie hadnât taken that Japan job and dumped you, you wouldnât even be here right now. I wouldnât have even crossed your mind. This is a pointless conversation.â
You walked towards the door, bag over your shoulder and laptop case in hand. Namjoon blocked the doorway, and behind him you could see nosey coworkers watching the interaction.Â
âMove, Namjoon.â
âNot until you talk to me.â
âNo,â you go to shoulder past him, and you were able to back him up into the common area outside of your office. He grabbed at your shoulders, holding you still.Â
âNamjoon, let go of me!â At this moment you hated that you had dressed up for this meeting; a tight a-line pencil skirt and heels that donât allow you the movement that you needed.
Before you can shimmy from his clutches, heâs leaning forward, his lips meeting yours in a kiss. In shock, you donât move at first, not until your free hand shoved his shoulder and pushed him a step back.
âI canât believe you.âÂ
The look you gave him could burn the sun, and this time you were able to push past him; the elevator getting closer and closer as you approached. You saw Jungkook, motionless, at the platform in front of the elevators; his eyes low in a glare aimed at Namjoon, who had followed you in your haste to escape.
âHyung, you need to leave her alone.â
âMe? Iâm her best friend. I would say you were her boyfriend, but we all heard her break up with you when she left the room crying.â
âThat was just a misunderstanding. So like I said, leave her alone.â Jungkook stepped forward to his full height, chest to chest with his hyung, who prior to watching him force a kiss on you, he respected a lot. The tension on the floor was thick. You were mere steps from freedom, from Namjoon and Jungkook, when his words stopped you dead in your tracks. A misunderstanding?Â
Did he not understand what the words âItâs overâ meant? That the contract, the relationship between the two of you, however real or fake, everything was null and void?Â
âIt wasnât a misunderstanding, Jungkook.â
Big, confused, doe eyes turned to face you. âY/N, please letâs just talk about thââ
âWhy donât you take your own advice and listen to her, Kook. You could never treat her how she deserves.âÂ
âWhy donât you go mind your own business Namjoon.â Jungkook bit back, fists clenched as he shook, holding back his anger. He just wanted to be alone to talk to you, but Namjoon was making it difficult.
âShe is my business, sheâs my best friend. Sheâs nothing to you now. Though, knowing you, thatâs probably the reason she broke up with you. I bet you didnât treat Somin right, and now you fucked up with Y/N. Canât do anything right, can yoââ
Jungkookâs fist flew through the air before you could tell either of them to stop talking about what they donât know. The sound of Namjoonâs jaw connecting to his fist echoed through the large room, and the crowd of bystanders yelled out in shock at watching a full on fight start in the building.
You yelled as Namjoon tackled Jungkook around his middle, tackling him to the ground before he reared back his fist to punch him back.Â
âNamjoon, stop, STOP!â you yelled as Jungkook flipped Namjoon onto his back, swapping places as he took the liberty to return the blow. Putting down your laptop and bag haphazardly, you rushed closer. Leaning down, you grabbed at Jungkookâs arm that was cocked back to throw another punch, yelling his name frantically.
âJungkook, Kookie, PLEASE STOP!â
The two men looked at your face, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they tried to catch their breath. Jungkookâs eyes were dilated. As he took in your state, he seemed to come back to his senses. He started to climb up off of where he straddled Namjoon, pinning him to the floor, his hand reaching up towards you from where he was kneeled on the ground.
âY/N, Iâm sorry baby, please just talk to me.â Jungkookâs bottom lip was split, a small bit of blood leaking from the cut. His cheekbone was red; you knew a bruise would form there. Namjoon too tried to sit up, leaning on his elbow as his split eyebrow spilled his blood down the side of his face. He too would be sporting a shiner for the next week or so.Â
You almost reached for Jungkook, returned the gesture to cradle that beautiful face, but you couldnât. Him fighting Namjoon changed nothing about the fact that Somin had the present you gave him, that she brought it to him as if she had given it to him, let alone the response he gave her when he saw it. Backing away, you almost tripped over your belongings before you thought to collect them, and then dashed into the elevator, leaving the two men bleeding on the floor as the doors shut, cutting off the view.
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Dealing with the aftermath of the fight was not something you thought would be so difficult to do.Â
Working remotely meant not being able to turn off your phone so you didnât miss any important calls or texts. Unfortunately, it also meant you had to deal with the barrage of texts and calls from friends and co-workers wanting to know about the fight.Â
According to Jimin, the only person other than Kim who you were responding to, the whole office heard about the fight. With Jin being Jungkookâs roommate, and of course being the resident gossip, news traveled fast that the two men got into a fist throwing match over you. This only had you double down on avoiding messages, calls, and not posting to social media. It was unlike you; as a fashionista who worked with models and artists like SeoulM8 and Kim Seokjin, people looked to your accounts for updates.Â
Your silence was killing Jungkook, the one person who had not given up. Jungkook hated to not give people time, but he had the feeling like the more time you had, the faster you would slip from his fingertips. You stared at your phone, watching his name light up on the screen as a picture of the two of you, set as his contact photo, taunted you with memories.Â
All you could do was lay there, curled up on your bed in your pajamas for the second day in a row, hating yourself. Hating the fact that you allowed yourself to break your rules, that you let Jungkook into your heart for a second time, only to watch it all come crashing down because he couldnât let go of Somin. What did Somin have that you didnât? How was it that she always won?
5 years ago you lost Jungkook to her, after giving him your virginity, something he knew was a big deal, as he had given his to you in exchange. And now again, you had so foolishly fallen into bed with him again, and he ran back to Somin. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice? You were already blaming yourself heavy for this one.Â
Another day passed before you finally pulled yourself up out of bed long enough to shower and get dressed in a different set of sweats. A knocking sound at the front door had you tense up. Luckily, your sister answered the door, able to field away anyone who wanted to see you.
Creeping silently to the door of your bedroom, you cracked it open and listened to see who was there. From the angle you could see your sister, but not who was outside, nor could they see you. The warm tone was instantly recognizable, and your eyes widened as your sister looked back at you. Shaking your head profusely, she denied entry and shut the door, walking over to you. You back away from the door, letting her in as you sit on your bed. Crossing your legs, you grabbed a stuffie and clutched it to your chest.
âHey, can you tell me what happened? Why are you hiding out at home and not answering Jungkookâs calls? Whatâs going on?â
You sighed, taking a much needed breath before you recounted the whole story. You told her about the journal entries being sent out, about how Namjoon had confronted you leading to you lying and saying you were with Jungkook, who came up with the plan to fake date each other until the Somin and Namjoon issues calmed down for both of you.Â
She listened intently, shocked to hear that it was all fake, and she told you as much once you finished sharing about the fight that ensued on Monday.
âSis, that man loves you. I could see it when he came to the door. I think you should talk to him.â
âNo. Itâs all my fault all of this happened anyways. If I hadnât been drunk and sent those messages out, I would have never had to lie to Namjoon and start all of this.â
Yuna squirmed in your computer chair, her mouth twisted as if holding herself back.
âActually, you didnât do that.â
âWhat are you talking about Yuna? I saw the messages. I took the photos the night before because I wanted to upload them to an online journal platform.â
She nodded her head, wringing her fingers in her hand. âI know that, but you didnât send them⌠I did.â
You stared at her, anger silently rising as you waited for her to continue.Â
âI waited until you got into the shower. You know I read the entry to Namjoon, and so when you got into the shower, I used your phone and sent a message to each guy whoâs name was both in the book and in your phone. I wanted you to have someone, instead of always spending your evenings at home, bored.â
âYuna, you knew that I did not want Namjoon to know, he and Jennie had just... and I was trying to protect him, do you see what this did?!â You threw the plushie at her angrily, standing abruptly.
âI canât believe you would invade my privacy, you could have ruined my career, if one of those messages had been sent to the wrong person, god damn it Yuna! Youâve ruined my fucking life!â
Yuna was crying, but she set the stuffed bunny back on your bed gently before she got up and headed to leave your room. Pausing at the door, her hand poised on the door knob, she turned back to face you.
âI didnât ruin your life. You finally had a life. Youâre the one running away from it now.â
With those parting words, she left your room, closing the door and leaving you alone with your thoughts.
After Yuna left you, she went to her own room, where she scrolled through social media to find Jungkook. You already blamed her, though she felt like it was misplaced, but she felt like she might as well do something to help fix the situation. Finding Jungkookâs IG account from the photos you tagged him in, she followed him. When he returned the follow, she messaged him to contact her.Â
It didnât take long for him to respond, and she asked him to meet her out somewhere. Agreeing on a local park, Yuna changed her shoes and left you moping in your room, a note on the counter that she was headed out.
Sitting on the bench, it wasnât hard to spot Jungkook. His tousled black hair peeking from under his black beanie and the familiar black jacket was easy to spot against the white snow that had recently fallen, but like a Seoul snowfall, it wouldnât stick for long. Carrying a hot cocoa for him and herself, Yuna held it out to him before she sat down, sipping on the warm drink.
âYuna, I will say Iâm surprised you reached out to me.â Jungkookâs usually bright voice was tinged with sadness as he looked over at her.
âI have something to tell you.â Yuna started, and Jungkookâs nerves grew.
âI was the one who sent the journal entry to you. Not my sister.â
âOh? Okay. Thank you for telling me I guess.â Jungkook took another deep pull from the drink, letting the heat fill his body as he swallowed.
âI mean, I sent it because I didnât want her to grow old and be alone. Every night, coming home bored to drink wine with her baby sister and watch reruns on Netflix? I wanted her to fall in love. And she did. With you.â
âI donât think so, Yuna. She wasnât in love with me.â
âShe was; she still is! She told me everything that happened. About how dating you was all fake. But I know it wasnât. Not for her. And not for you. No one acts the way you two acted. I know my sister; when she told me what happened, I knew that she was hurt because sheâs in love with you. Like, still in love with you. She just doesnât believe you love her back.â
Yuna stared at Jungkook, watching the way her words sank in, waiting to confirm what she already knew: Jungkook was in love with you, too.
Jungkookâs voice was quiet when he finally spoke. âHow do I convince her? That I love her back?âÂ
âI wish I knew Jungkook. I wish I knew. But if you donât do something soon, I think youâll lose her.â
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Friday was New Yearâs Eve, and you had to put up with Yuna running around like a lunatic cleaning the apartment to ring in the new year. You had finally resigned yourself to forgiving her for sending the journal entries. It was over and done with, and there was nothing more to do. Monday, you would be back at work like nothing happened, and didnât want to go into the new year holding onto this yearâs anger or sadness.
Yoongi, surprisingly, had reached out to you the day before about a party he was having to ring in the new year, and at first you didnât want to go, but the longer you thought about it, you figured you should. Why spend the new year at home, where your sister would relentlessly tease you until she left. She had her own plans this year, going to a classmates to drink and watch the fireworks; so if you stayed home, you would be alone.
And you were tired of being alone. Sleeping in, you didnât get up to join your sister in cleaning until later in the afternoon, going through your closet, bedroom, and bathroom.
You were scrubbing your shower when you heard the doorbell, but your sister, ever the nosey one, yelled that she would get it, so you continued cleaning, forgetting that someone had come to the door by the time you finished cleaning the bathroom.Â
When you finally stopped cleaning for the day, it was close to 9 PM, so you decided to get ready for the night out at Yoongi and Hobiâs place. After about an hour and a half, you were dressed, makeup done, and ready for the party. You ventured out of your room, noticing a large blue hatbox on the kitchen counter.
âYuna! Whatâs this blue box?â you yelled, and her reply carried from down the hall.
âA delivery, for you, from earlier!â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â you grumbled, cursing your sibling as you reached to remove the lid off of it. Inside was what looked like a photobook, a beautiful ombre of pinks and purples decorating the cover. Removing it from the box, you flip it open, noticing right away the neat handwriting that could only belong to one person.Â
Sighing, you carry it to the couch, where you read the inscription he penned inside.Â
âRight at this moment, I think of you.âÂ
Flipping through the pages, you see heâs created a scrapbook of the past month spent together. Pictures of the two of you at work, the park, each otherâs places, and visiting each otherâs families. Pictures of you sleeping in his arms, candids where you arenât even aware of him taking the photos.
Each photo is vibrant, in his style of catching the light just right as it caresses your face, and youâve never seen yourself look so beautiful. Heâs scribbled little notes here and there, of what he noticed or what was happening when he snapped the camera, and you canât help but blush when you see a photo in there of you after the two of you had sex.Â
âI reach out my hand, and feel your breath. With eyes closed, before we know it, weâre together.â
Your fingers trace over the photo, where Jungkookâs face is, looking at you so lovingly as you sleep on his chest, the bed sheets from his childhood bedroom covering you both strategically so nothing indecent shows.Â
The last page has a handwritten letter, not unlike the one you wrote for him all those years ago, with a tiger lily pressed inside. You looked up the meaning of the flower earlier in the day when you found the large vase while cleaning. Please love me. With shaky hands, you held the photobook and began to read.
Y/N,Â
5 years ago, you thought you were in love. I can tell you with certainty that 5 years later I pray that you are, because I am so in love with you. The way you see me, I donât think Iâve ever been seen before. My whole life Iâve been behind the camera capturing others. And somehow you have taken the camera from me and now Iâm the one being captured and seen. And I love it. You make me feel like Iâm not just made up of the same ingredients that make up the stars in the sky, you make me feel like the very galaxy reflected in your eyes when you look at me. Youâre beautiful, and I, Jeon Jungkook, am so in love with you. When I say Iâve always loved you, that there is no start, so there can be no end: we are fatedâdestined; you are mine as much as I am yours. These photos are only a fraction of the way I see you, the many shades that make up who you are, how could I ever capture them all? Please know, I want to spend the rest of time trying. So in case you didnât see it, or werenât sure: I love you. I want to be with you. No contracts, just you, wholeheartedly as mine, and me as yours.
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It was nearing 11 when you reached Yoongi and Hobiâs house, leaving the Uber driver with a confused look at the way you dashed out of his car. You could care less; the man you were in love with was inside that house, right now, and you would be damned to let him get away again.
Pushing through the crowd of bodies, you looked side to side, searching for the familiar black tresses, ears straining to hear his musical laugh or catch someone saying his name. Entering the living room, your eyes fell on the beer pong table, where Jimin and Taehyung were playing against Yoongi and Hobi.Â
Destination set on getting to that table, you wade through the throng of people with the obligatory happy new year. Some attempted to stop to ask you how youâve been, fill you in on the latest office gossip, or inquire about the exact relationship status of Jungkook. Those in the latter category were met with major side-eye. Plastering a fake smile on your face each time, you finally shake the last of them, jogging the last few steps until your right on the edge of the game.
âY/N! Glad to see you!â Hobi was his typical cheerful self, greeting you with his signature smile as he watched Taehyung try and line up his shot in the cups Yoongi just re-racked.
âHey Hobi, Happy almost New Year! Have you seen Jungkook?â you asked, skipping straight to the point.
âUm, yea, he came by earlier to drop off a few kegs for us, helped us move the furniture, but he went home. Said he wasnât really feeling like celebrating.â
Yoongi, who had just grabbed the ping pong balls before they bounced off the table, handed one to Hobi as he gave you a pointed look.
âYea, looked pretty heartbroken all week, if you ask me.â
âWell, no one did Yoongi. Give her a break,â Hobi answered before turning to you, âheâs probably at home. You can get there before midnight if you get an Uber quick.â
Thanking him, you threw your arms around him and Yoongi in a shared hug before waving to the other two on the far side of the table. You had someplace to be.
Outside in the quiet, you requested an Uber, happy to see one not even 2 minutes away. Thankfully, Jungkook only lived 10 minutes or so from the guys. You hoped traffic would be on your side. You knew you were cutting it close; 11:30 was approaching fast.
The ride to Jungkookâs apartment gave you too much time to think. Those 15 minutes (thanks drunk pedestrians) on the car ride over allowed the nerves to settle in, along with the doubt and fears. What if he didnât feel that way about you anymore? What if he just wanted to bring you the photobook as a goodbye?
Shaking the thought from your head, you took a deep breath before you climbed out of the car and into the hushed cold of the last day of December. You had never shown up to his place unannounced like this, so used to trailing him into his apartment. The closed door was daunting to you, but you didnât have much time now.
Knocking louder than you needed to due to those pesky butterflies in your stomach, what feels like an hour is only 10 seconds or so until Jungkook is standing before you.Â
âHi,â you said, breathless from the cold and from the sight of him after so many days apart.
âHi,â he responded, looking just as mesmerized to see you at his doorstep, âuh, wanna come in?â Jungkook took a step back, giving you space to come in and you stepped forward into the welcomed warmth of his home.
The scene before you is not what you were expecting. Jungkook had been sitting in the dark, a half eaten pizza and a beer bottle on the coffee table, with his favorite blue and grey plaid blanket haphazardly cast aside on the couch; most likely from when he stood to welcome you.
Shucking off your boots, you walked into the living room, Jungkook silently trailing you.
âIâIâve missed you.â His voice is low, as if afraid he would spook you.
âIâve missed you too.â You turned to face him, the light from the paused Netflix show reflecting in his beautiful orbs. You took in his face, split lip mostly healed and the bruise faded along his cheek.
âI got your gift.â
âIâm glad.â
The conversation between the two of you was static, neither sure of what to do. The silence ticked on for a few more seconds before you decided to stop being a pussy.
âDid you mean it? What you said?â
âOf course I did.â
âIâm glad,â you repeated his earlier phrase, stepping closer to him. You placed your hands on his chest, solid muscles reacting to your touch as he subconsciously flexed them. âBecause I love you, too.â
Rising on your tippy toes, you pressed your lips to his, your body relaxing when you heard the sigh he let out from the contact. His hands pulled you closer, deft fingers gripping you in all the right places as he deepened the kiss. He tasted faintly of pizza and beer, and smelled so strongly of his vanilla musk. You couldnât believe how much he felt like home to you. Being in his arms felt right.Â
Bending slightly, Jungkook wrapped his arms under your thighs and lifted you up, never breaking the kiss. Hoisting you up, he carried you down the hall to his room, foot kicking the door shut behind him. So turned on by his show of strength, you rolled your hips down onto what was his growing length, seeking any friction that would help ease the ache between your thighs.Â
Letting out a groan, Jungkookâs hands guided your hips roughly to where he wanted you, lining up your sweet spot so you could grind on him better. Licking into his mouth, your hands tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. A slight tug exposed more of his neck, where you planted markers of your territory as you continued rolling your hips in time to his movements.Â
âI want you.â The whispered words went straight to your core; hearing Jungkookâs voice break with need, need for youâyou couldnât get out of your clothes fast enough.
âBed. Now.â You demand, and he laughs as he follows your directives, setting you down once he approached the edge of his queen sized mattress. You tug your jacket off, tossing it to the foot of his bed before peeling your shirt up over your head to reveal your bra to him. He doesnât get to look too long; youâve gripped the waistband of his grey sweatpants and pulled them low enough to free him from itâs confines. His cock sprung free, and, licking your lips, you switch positions with him.Â
With his back to the bed, you pushed him down, and he went easily. Pressing your hand to his chest, you lay him back as you bend at the waist, bringing your mouth to his leaking head. You lick the bottom of his shaft up to the slit, collecting the pre-cum with the tip of your tongue before you take the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip. Under your hand, you feel his abdominal muscles contract as he lets out a moan letting you know how good you feel as you take him farther into your mouth.Â
Speeding your ministrations, you hollow your cheeks as you slurp around the head, using your hands to massage the dripping spit along the exposed skin you canât reach. His hands grip your hair creating a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face so he can watch you. And wow, does he love the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock, innocent eyes blinking coyly up at him while your mouth is stretched around him. Keep it up and he could cum too quickly in your mouth.
When your free hand traveled to his scrotum, he jumped, feeling an overwhelming sense of pleasure as his sack tensed up.
âWait, baby, I donât want to cum yet.â Jungkook panted, and you pop off of him with a lewd sound that filled the quiet of his room.
Tugging you towards him, he scooted back on the bed until his head was flush with the headboard.Â
âStrip for me,â he urged, and you did, undoing the button on your jeans and sliding them down until you were naked from the waist down. His eyes stared pointedly at your chest and you unclasped your bra, adding it to the growing pile of clothes the two of you had made. Watching as he shed his shirt before laying back fully, kicking his sweats free from his body, you climbed onto the bed, and he directed you farther up his body until he could maneuver your thighs to either side of his face.Â
âJungkookââ
âIâve wanted you like this for so long, baby, please.â
Giggling softly, you lowered yourself slowly and he wound his arms around your thighs until his palms were wrestling lightly on them. The slow caress as he drew patterns on your skin matched the same pattern he drew with his tongue, you realized once he had you fully seated. Gripping the headboard, you threw your head back, rolling your hips as his lips and tongue ravaged you, the sexual sounds of him eating you out creating more for him to drink down.Â
Curving your back to make you hunch forward, you adjust as the pleasure builds and you see his eyes, those bright galaxies staring at you as he pleasured you to climax and you tensed as the coil in your abdomen snapped, a mix of curse words and his name pouring from your lips as he worked you through it.
Placing your hands on his sweat laced forehead, you pushed to try and pull away from the overstimulation as he let out a laugh.
Scooting yourself down his body once he released you, you fell back and to the side of his muscular thighs, trying to catch your breath. You feel him moving, a low chuckle released as his hands grasped your wrists. Pulling you up, you see heâs now seated flush to the headboard, back against the soft grey padding. He guides your hips so that you straddle him, sitting your still sopping wet cunt onto his cock. Pressed against his stomach, he can feel the warmth emanating from your opening, and groaned, wanting to be inside of you.
Pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes meet yours as he intertwines your fingers before resting your interlocked hands behind your back at the curve of your ass.
âI love you.â His voice is strong, sure and confident in the words he says as he bares more than just his body before you. âI wanted you so badly back then, I want you even more now.â He presses a kiss to your lips, causing you to grind down on him.Â
He kisses down your neck, hands still holding you in position over him. âWant to be inside of you, baby.â He nips at your neck, making you gasp, and when you rock forward, heâs rocking his hips down.Â
The head of his cock presses against your core, and you settle back onto it, walls stretching to accommodate his girth. The two of you move in tandem, lips once again reunited in a raunchy kiss that only serves to turn you on more, sending enough slick between your lower lips to allow him to slip further into you until heâs bottomed out, a snug fit as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.Â
Releasing your hands, his large palms hold your back to pull you closer to him as you swivel your hips, rocking so the shaft slips in and out of you in short bounces. You rock, arms wrapped lazily around his neck as you play with the wet locks of hair as you ride him at your leisure, just enjoying the feel of your bodies connected as one. Chest to chest, you can feel the speed of his heart beat; it matches your own.Â
âCan I go faster?â you asked, not wanting to go at a pace he wasnât comfortable with.
âYou can use me however you want, baby,â he replied, eyebrow cocked smugly as he gripped your waist tighter, âbut please tell me I can cum inside.â
Nodding as you sped up, you bounced with more friction, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit as you chased your high, fucking yourself on his formiddable cock.
âThatâs it, fuck, baby, right thereââ Jungkookâs moans, musical as he egged you on, brought you to your peak for the second time that night. Your walls clenched around him, and as your body froze, he took advantage of the moment to shift your bodies so you were on your back with your head to the foot of the bed. Bracing his feet on edge where his mattress met the headboard, he began to piston his hips into you, chasing his own high.
âFuck, Jungkook, Iâm gonnaâagainââ You can barely get the words out when your third orgasm is crashing around you, legs shaking from where theyâre wrapped tightly around his narrow hips. Your release makes it wetter, and your swollen walls ache to feel his cum fill you.
âGonna fill you up so good, baby, fuck aâbaby into you, fuck, I want to see you carry myâmy kid,â Jungkookâs cock is drowning in your essence, and hearing him talk about kids with you causes you to tighten around him, and heâs cumming, long ropes of his hot cum filling you until itâs seeping out around him as he continues to thrust indiscriminately, velvet muscle milking him dry.
Laying skin to skin in his bed, you laugh as the alarm clock numbers alert you to the fact that you had missed the New Year by 38 minutes.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â Jungkook asked, eyes alight as he takes in your smile.Â
âWe missed New Yearâs.â
âWe didnât miss it, we were simply enjoying our New Yearâs kiss for longer than most.â He quipped back, fingers tracing patterns along your back. Your own nails were lightly scratching shapes into his chest as you rested your head on his shoulder. You spent the next 20 minutes of the first hour of the new year listening to him explain what happened with the camera strap, though you had already forgiven the incident.Â
He wasnât sure how Somin had the camera strap, though he suspected she stole it from his bag at the cafe. Jungkook told you about the meeting, how it helped him see that you werenât a rebound; he was in love with you and while it was obvious to him, a part of him wanted to be sure before confessing to you. He didnât want you to think he was rushing into things to get over his ex. He also apologized for fighting Namjoon, saying he was worried that seeing him fight would change how you viewed him, change his chances of being with you, this time for real.
âI love you, Jungkook, in case you didnât know.â
âI love you too, in case you didnât know.âÂ
âHmm, but, I think we need to talk about children though, I think itâs a little too soon, despite our parents' ideas.â You giggled, and his cheeks turned red in embarrassment.
âIt was just sex talk, weâre still just practicing, okay?â
Stretching, you roll away from his body, and he follows your body heat subconsciously, his body not wanting you far from him after almost a week of radio silence.Â
âHey, get back here, youâre mine.â
âOh am I?â you teased, staying just out of his reach.
He pouted, accent slipping out as he moved closer to your retreating body.
âYes, youâre mine, no rules, no contracts; just mine.â
â âm all yours, baby,â you mumbled as you rubbed your nose to his in an eskimo kiss as he gathered you up in his arms, âand youâre mine.â
UPDATE (5.18.21): 1st Prologue is Out Now!
BTW, ily ⢠summary: Taking place in the To All the Men Iâve Fucked Before (TATMIFB) AU, this pre-story is the backstory to you and Namjoonâs friendship. A year after losing your virginity to Jungkook, you meet Namjoon, who becomes your best friend⌠and who you want so much more with. Before you and Jungkook get it together in To All the Men Iâve Loved Before, there was BTW, ily.
Thank you all so much for reading! I plan on doing an epilogue and some drabbles to get more insight into the pasts of these characters! I love them so much, I donât think I am ready to let go. The masterlist will be updated as more are added! TATMIFB Masterlist
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Better in The Morning
Rating: Explicit (Minors dni)
Words: 5703
Pairing: Theo/Arthur
Tags: Jealousy, Drinking, Blood Drinking, Anal Sex, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Light Angst, Choking, Idiots to Lovers, Biting, Theocona
Full fic under the cut!
Preview:
The feel of Theoâs tongue against his drew a shudder out. Arthur twisted his fingers into Theoâs shirt, head beginning to spin as Theoâs kisses grew rough, more demanding, making Arthurâs hands shake as he blindly searched for the buttons of Theoâs shirt and clumsily worked them. It was difficult to concentrate or even attempt taking back control when Theo kept stealing his breath, and Arthur was pleased; safe from the burden of thinking past impulses.
Three buttons undone, and Arthurâs palms spread out against Theoâs chest as they finally broke apart, gasping for breath. He watched as Theo surveyed him, taking in the sight of his hair disheveled, his slick and swollen lips. Arthur knew the heat spread across his cheeks was obvious, and when a ghost of a prideful smirk took over Theoâs features, Arthur wrapped his arms around his neck with a strained chuckle.
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Sex was just a formula in the end: Flirting, enticing, tempting touches. Hushed promises breathed against heated skin, the shuffling of clothes along with the creak of a mattress. Slow, purposeful touches that crept faster, until thinking wasnât needed as instinct took over.
Or, most of the time itâs how it went.
Arthur hazily looked at the woman laid bare in front of him, sweat shining on her breasts while her hands dug into the sheets. Her eyes were squeezed shut, mouth hung open as her gasps and groans began to rise higher in pitch. With such a pretty little bird beneath him and pleasure making his mind spin, how was it that his thoughts kept flitting elsewhere? Making his breath catch for other reasons; movements falter.
What a disservice to the one calling his nameâŚ
Arthur leaned over her, making her shiver with the playful nips he drew along her jaw, trailing further and further below until he could nose her pulse, sighing at the fragrance of perfume mixed with such a lovely drink. He timed his bite with a harsh thrust of his hips, feeling her nails dig into his back as she clenched around him.
It wasnât as if it was a bore, but the only thirst quenched tonight was that of his throat. He found himself getting dressed rather quickly after discarding the condom, and the woman hazily reached out to him, barely having caught her breath and struggling to keep lucid with the pleasure still trembling through her.
âW-where are youâŚ?â
âAh, sorry luv,â He feigned a pout, giving a quick kiss to her cheek, âgot a rather busy morning tomorrow, canât quite risk being late.â
Granted, he wasnât a total ass. Arthur made sure to clean up the mess they made without disturbing her too much as she faded out, but he was still out on the streets faster than usual. Huffing to himself, he stretched as he walked.
When was the last time sex felt so pitiful for him?
Deep down Arthur knew the reasons why, but he was stubborn, if anything. Refusing to give his feelings a name as they steadily bubbled within him, begrudgingly recalling a scene from earlier this afternoon. Where he had finally caught a glimpse of Theo after days on end of elusive misses; the man having been too busy to even linger for breakfast- or rather, linger long enough for Arthur to wake up and join.
He had been so excited too, walking up to try and ask the art dealer for some of his time. Only to stop when a woman seemed to join Theo, watching as her bright laughter brought on a smile he had never seen from Theo before.
It was such a small scene, and truly, shouldnât he feel happy for his stoic friend? Instead, his throat had felt tight, a wash of bitterness overtaking him as he turned back around, finding himself heading towards visiting his favorite pub.
Now, Arthur kicked a pebble ahead of him as he walked home, unable to properly distract himself as he played the scene out over and over in his mind.
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Arthur sighed, dropping his pen aside as he took his glasses off. Crumpled papers were littered on his desk, and his current sheet in front of him was just filled with scratched out words and ink blots. He wasnât sure what he was expecting to produce, after being awake for well over a full twenty-four hours now. It wasnât as if his eighth cup of coffee would magically yield better results than the last.
âBlastâŚâ
It was too late to go out of the mansion at this point, far too late to see if he could even swoon some minx into a distraction- and the appeal of that dwindled down as he remembered the pisspoor attempt from last timeâŚ
Standing up, he stretched his back before slumping.
Running from troubles were always temporary, in the end. After a while, they caught up, and Arthur knew when he had to settle in and let them run their course. It didnât mean he wouldnât be sour over it, hating the way his anxieties and fears would churn in his stomach, but at least his reluctant acceptance still gave him a vague feeling of agency over his own mind turning against him.
~
The parlor felt like a breath of fresh air in comparison to his stuffy room, and Arthur placed the decanter of whiskey he snatched on the side table, knowing he could be left alone to ruminate over his childish feelings in peace, nursing a glass and hoping to fall asleep. The warm glow the light gave off certainly helped him feel a bit drowsy, even if his wandering thoughts were working against him in that regard.
Arthur settled himself into the chair, pouring himself a drink as he surveyed the cover of a book. Just a harmless collection of poetry, but recalling the way Theo seemed so absorbed reading it in the salon made his stomach stir. Against his better judgement, he opened the book and flipped through the pages, scanning each stanza and wondering.
Was Theo reading this and thinking of that woman? Each flowery bit of prose bringing that same smile she had managed to drudge out as Theo thought about her?
Arthur knew he had no right to be so torn up about this, not when he had a body count that was too high to remember, butâŚ
It still stung regardless. Pooling in the pit of his stomach, making his breaths harder to take in the longer this feeling ruminated inside. He knew that, even if he weren't so cowardly, that he hadn't a hope of pulling those smiles out of Theo. That his refusal to admit his feelings, even to himself, was what had landed him in this mess.
Of course, while he sat there bitterly overlooking poem after poem, the man he had been lamenting about comes into the parlor. At the height of Arthurâs self degradation, nonetheless.
A gruff sigh spilled out of Theo once Arthur wearily met his gaze. He didnât say anything at first, eyes glancing at the bottle resting beside Arthur, then towards the book he held. If Theo had any strong feelings towards the poetry, he didnât show it as he walked over, taking the seat beside him.
âDidnât think you read the stuff.â
Didnât think you did either. But Arthur shrugged, setting the book aside, âsomeone left it in here.â
It was quiet. Theo didnât seem to have any reason to come into the parlor, but he sat patiently beside Arthur regardless, toying with the decanterâs top as time ticked by.
âHow long have you been here?â
âMm. Dunno. Long enough to wonder how long until le Comte updates his library,â he gestured his glass towards the book resting between them, âthat book is older than the both of us.â
Arthur could feel Theoâs gaze on him. It wasnât like the man was attempting to hide it, but he kept silent as Arthur took a slow sip of his whiskey with a sigh.
âCouldnât find a âbirdâ to put up with you tonight?â
And deal with another woman with a mothering complex trying to ânurse himâ back to whatever his normal was? No. He just shrugged at Theoâs question instead, raking a hand through his hair as he slouched in his seat, shaking his head, âwasnât in the mood.â
âMm. Finally gaining a conscience over leaving those women alone in the morning?â
The gentle prod was obvious, but Arthur ignored it as he poured himself another glass. He wasnât sure what brought forth concern on Theoâs end. Did he look as haggard as he felt? Sleep had never came last night, and he knew that much was obvious, but what else was causing Theoâs eyes to narrow while Arthur stared into the amber liquid?
Downing it in one go, Arthur made the motion towards the decanter but felt Theoâs hand on his.
The warmth of Theoâs hand stole his thoughts away. He was so used to wearing gloves that he found himself unable to recall a moment where they had skin to skin contact before now. Skinship that wasnât drunken brushes between each other. Arthur swallowed thickly, mind overcome with imaginings of Theo holding that womanâs hand and smiling- smiles Arthur could never evoke from him, feeling his chest clench again.
Drinking suddenly felt like a need, rather than a want.
âTheo?â
Theo blinked, swallowing when his eyes wavered with something Arthur couldn't catch, âwe both know youâre a lightweight, slow down on the drinking.â
Arthurâs brows furrowed, shaking Theoâs hand off, âweâre at home, anyway, âs not like Iâm going to cause trouble.â
âArthur.â
âBloody hell, what is it?â Theo recoiled at his tone. He took his time with a response, ruminating on the words for a reason Arthur couldnât fathom, but the words just made his sudden temper worse.
âDrinking isnât going to help whatever mood you're in.â
Silence stretched out between them as Arthur held his breath, his glass still resting on the table as they looked at each other. Theoâs concern was evident, and deep down Arthur knew that it was genuine; possibly even what had prompted Theo to come into the room to begin with, but jealousy kept skewing his perception. Arthur clicked his tongue as he finally tore his gaze away.
âItâll help me sleep tonight,â another pause, then Arthur rubbed his eyes with a huff, annoyed at himself, âI havenât slept for ages-â
âDrinking will knock you flat on your ass, but you know as well as I do that itâll make you go through hell when you finally do wake up.â
âMaybe Iâm just a glutton for punishment-â It certainly felt like it when he couldnât stop himself from deliberately pushing people away from him, but Theo ignored his depressive tone, yanking the decanter out of his grasp.
âThen, view this as a punishment.â
"For God's sake- you're going to do this all night aren't you?"
It wasn't so much a question, not with how Arthur rolled his eyes, finishing off his glass before Theo could think about grabbing it. "You do know there's more booze in the mansion, don't you?"
Theo shrugged his shoulders, "I know that if you're too lazy to go distract yourself with one of your 'skirts', you're too lazy to scour for more."
Arthur didn't respond, eyes closed as he leaned upon his elbow, propping his head up with a sigh.
"... What do you propose, then?"
~
At Arthurâs first stumble out of the parlor, Theo tsked and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, huffing a reprimand in the process. It was an accident, Arthur really hadnât drank that much yet, but⌠He let himself be led towards his room, feeling careless ideas come to mind the longer he let Theo keep his grip.
Each step closer, Arthur considered his options, feeling his emotions battling out his rationale. What proof did he have of Theo really getting with that woman? A quick glance and Theo had no lipstick markings on his cheeks or neck, no scent of perfume⌠Most people were quick to spend as much time with a new partner in the beginning stages. Given that Theo rarely had any breaks from work and didnât appear to spend his rare day off with the woman Arthur had saw, it opened two possibilities.
Either they had yet to breach the hurdle of admitting their feelings towards each other, or they had been together for longer than Arthur realized.
The latter stung at the back of his throat as he swallowed the thought down, focusing on the first. Because if they had yet to get together⌠Well, Arthur could do what he does best.
He smiled bitterly to himself, playing up the role of a drunk as they neared Theoâs room.
~
Excuses. Thatâs what Arthur needed; something to make his behavior forgettable in the morning. Something to make his shame easier to deal with the next day. He took advantage of Theoâs dazed state after they stumbled into his room, cupping his cheeks mid-scold and stealing a lingering kiss. At first, Theo seemed frozen, unsure of how to react, and Arthurâs fear exacerbated. He nipped at Theoâs bottom lip, feeling his shoulders drop with relief when the man finally kissed him back.
Theo was hesitant, his grip unfocused as Arthur managed to take the lead; distracting him as he slowly backed Theo into his desk chair, straddling him easily. When they broke apart, panting as Theoâs confused look swept over him, the taste of him still lingered on Arthurâs lips as he nervously licked them, âdonât you want a distraction too?â
Theoâs gaze narrowed for a moment. The threat of getting an answer he feared pushed Arthur to act impulsively, crashing their lips together in one fluid movement.
Regardless of how clumsy it was, Arthur was thankful when he felt Theoâs grip focus on his ass, pushing their bodies flush together and dragging out as gasp when his fingers threaded themselves in Arthurâs hair; holding him in place as their rushed kisses deepened. Every heavy breath between them reeked of ethanol, and as Arthur felt Theo slowly get harder, he pushed the thoughts of their crumbling friendship aside.
The feel of Theoâs tongue against his drew a shudder out. Arthur twisted his fingers into Theoâs shirt, head beginning to spin as Theoâs kisses grew rough, more demanding, making Arthurâs hands shake as he blindly searched for the buttons of Theoâs shirt and clumsily worked them. It was difficult to concentrate or even attempt taking back control when Theo kept stealing his breath, and Arthur was pleased; safe from the burden of thinking past impulses.
Three buttons undone, and Arthurâs palms spread out against Theoâs chest as they finally broke apart, gasping for breath. He watched as Theo surveyed him, taking in the sight of his hair disheveled, his slick and swollen lips. Arthur knew the heat spread across his cheeks was obvious, and when a ghost of a prideful smirk took over Theoâs features, Arthur wrapped his arms around his neck with a strained chuckle.
âYouâre not going to stop there, are you?â
With a slow blink, Theo finally came back to the present and slid his palms over Arthurâs ass again. A surge of heat rushed through Arthur, making him bite his lip in pleasure.
They werenât sober by any means, but neither of them were drunk. Yet when Theo suddenly began pressing his lips against Arthurâs neck, he let out a breathless, excited laugh with his groan, Arthurâs head spinning as if he had drank his limit three times over.
A brush of Theoâs fangs against his skin made Arthur thread his fingers through Theoâs locks, shivering with the teasing waves of pleasure it brought. Slowly, the chair they sat on began to creak as Arthur rolled his hips, grinding their clothed erections together with an open moan. It only took a few more desperate pushes to coax Theo into changing positions.
Arthur nearly yelped as Theo abruptly stood up, carrying him over towards his bed with much more ease than expected- only to drop Arthur onto the mattress.
âBloody hell, Theo, Iâm not a toy-â but his flash of annoyance disappeared as Theo straddled him, working his shirt off. Unable to look away, Arthurâs eyes raked over Theoâs chest, a hum of appreciation unabashedly slipping out, â... maybe we should have done this sooner.â
Theo scoffed, beginning to roughly unbutton Arthurâs shirt, looking pleased when Arthur arched into his touch. Excited, Arthur smirked as he slid his hands between them, deftly unbuckling Theoâs belt.
It was rushed, and Arthur liked it that way. Dragging out teasing touches just opened up the chance for his unwanted thoughts to consume him and take him out of the mood. Arthur wanted to speed this up, drive Theo mad enough to shove his face into the mattress and give him the mindless pleasure he craved. So he tugged Theoâs zipper down and cupped his length, a breathless laugh escaping him when Theo briefly thrusted against his palm with a low grunt.
Arthur took Theoâs open pleasure in stride, grinning as he slipped his hand into Theoâs boxers, grasping his cock and giving a few loose strokes. Already, precum was leaking from Theoâs slit, and Arthur couldnât help the soft groan he let out when he felt it wet his palm, âall because of me, hm?â
âSomething like that.â
The unintentional pout he gave made Theo bark out a laugh, which caused his lips to twist into a frown. âSomething like thatâ. Heâll make it because of him, regardless of Theoâs pride.
Running his thumb over Theoâs slit, he dragged the precum gathered there in a slow, teasing circle along his glans, loving how Theoâs eyes fluttered shut with a moan, âmm, are you sure?â
Theoâs eyes snapped open in annoyance, and suddenly Arthurâs belt was roughly being undone and tossed aside so Theo could yank his pants down enough to take his cock into his hand, mimicking Arthurâs earlier motions. Giddily, Arthur thrust into Theoâs grip, letting out a content, low sigh, âfinally.â
He had to wonder what he looked like to Theo, a man he was unsure of would even find pleasure in any of this before now. A flushed, sultry mess like the minxes Arthur happily devoured, tempting Theo to explore new sinful approaches to their relationship?
Arthur almost scoffed at himself, but he still played his part; tugging Theo down by his arm, demanding another flurry of biting kisses as their cocks brushed against each other. He took delight in the strained moan Theo choked on when Arthur reached between them, grasping their throbbing cocks in his hand. There wasnât any need for words. Theo quickly began to slip his tongue back into Arthurâs mouth, thrusting in time with Arthurâs strokes, swallowing their muffled moans.
But then Theoâs fingers pried Arthurâs grip open, threading their hands together and instead forced Arthur to stroke them like that- as if they were holding hands. It shouldnât have tripped Arthur up, not when the move made it easier for them to chase after their release, but he found his thoughts slipping back towards a different type of neediness.
It took a lot to break apart from Theo, who quickly busied himself nipping at Arthurâs neck while he caught his breath long enough to speak, âH-hey, surely you donât want it to- ahn, end like this?â
âMm, think you can handle otherwise?â
Arthur just chuckled, running a hand through his sweaty bangs, âdon't make me beg, Theo, I'm not sure either of us could take it.â
The cocky tone earned him a harsh nip to his pulse, making Arthur let out a choked noise when Theo paired it with a squeeze to the tip of their cocks. Theo finally let go after a moment and carefully got off of him, reaching into his nightstand to pull out a jar of lube.
"I can't believe you jerk off more than sleep around, ' Arthur mused and removed his undergarments as Theo rolled his eyes, '...what does the stubborn Theodorus Van Gogh get off to, hm?"
His question seemingly went ignored as Theo came back to him, fingers slick with lube. Gently he rested his knees on the bed, nudging Arthur to spread his legs before he spread lube around his hole.
Arthur hated this. He hated the careful way Theo pushed a finger inside of him, watching as Arthur held his breath. Itâs not as if it hurt- god only knows how often Arthurâs been more adventurous- but the process takes time. And asking patience from a man who was struggling as much as he was torture.
âBetter tell me if it hurts, klootzak.â
He nodded, knowing Theo would stop otherwise. After a few careful pumps, Theo pressed another finger inside, drawing a content sigh of his name from Arthur. By the time the third one was in, Arthur slowly began to stroke himself, shooting a smile Theoâs way when he watched intently, âenjoying the show?â
âWondering how you manage to keep from being a quick shot.â
"Believe it or not, I do have some self control."
âIâll believe it when I see it,â he scoffed.
The way Theo smirked as the tip of his cock started to push into him made Arthurâs arousal flare, and⌠Well, it didn't feel bad, but Arthur winced as Theo inched deeper, his length thicker than Arthur had initially believed.
With that slip in confidence, Theo stopped abruptly, making Arthur grumble impatiently.
"Come now, you're not going to tease me this badly, are you?"
"You're already wincing-"
"Well, I didn't realize your thick-headedness extended that far down, Theo."
Regardless, Theo carefully pulled out of Arthur, evidently ready to settle on a different method of getting off.
âIf youâre that worried then,â Arthur sat up, stealing another kiss before muttering against Theoâs mouth, âlay down.â
The look Theo gave was skeptical, but he backed off. Laying down he eyed Arthur, his caution ebbing away as Arthur threw a leg over his waist, straddling him with a grin. He kept one hand on Theo's chest as he reached behind him, giving Theoâs thick length a few good strokes before steering the tip of his cock to his entrance. The anticipation that had built up in Arthurâs abdomen dissolved into a fiery heat once he gingerly lowered himself onto Theoâs cock, his quiet gasps making Theo grab onto his thighs in a flash of worry.
âHey, donât push yourse-,â but Arthurâs hips sank down in one fluid movement before Theo could finish, taking Theoâs cock in as deep as he could manage.
âF-fuck, Theo, I-â a shudder overcame Arthur as his own cock throbbed with need.
âYeah? Thought you said you could take it?â
He shot Theo a bleary-eyed glare, one that barely lingered, his expression morphing into one of pleasure as he tested a roll of his hips, loving the way Theoâs length pushed back into him impatiently.
Arthur spread his hands out on Theo's chest, doing his best to ignore how fast Theo's heart was beating as he used the leverage to start an unsteady pace.
It was difficult to quip about Theo's flushed features, not when his head was already spinning from finally getting Theo tangled up with him like this. Each bounce on Theo's cock slowly made Arthur's composure slip, his speed faltering when he managed to plunge Theo's cock in deeper on some thrusts more than others.
Admittedly, it drove Arthur nearly mad; getting Theo just where he wanted him, only for Arthur to clumsily take his cock like this. Whereas Theo⌠Arthur hesitated, shivering from the excitement buzzing throughout him, Theo still wore a confident smirk with his skin just as flushed as Arthurâs.
"I thought you've done this before?"
"I have- y-you're just so bloody thick-" Theo's rough hands grabbed ahold of his hips, interrupting Arthur as Theo pulled him down just as he thrusted upwards, drawing out a strangled cry from the writer, "Theo!"
âDoes it hurt?â
âNo-â
âThen,â Theo tightened his grip, keeping up the pace and covering the speed Arthur was lacking, âstop complaining.â
And maybe Arthur really had too much to drink; he couldnât focus on anything but chasing the pleasure of this secretly harbored fantasy coming to life. He was unable to care about the noises spilling out as Theo roughly guided Arthurâs hips to meet each thrust he gave.
The throbbing arousal coursing through him reached a dangerous peak not too long after, and Arthurâs nails dug into Theoâs chest as he attempted to regain some clarity and control himself better. But Theo slowed and stopped moving, causing Arthur to pant out a curse.
"Y-You're such a devil-!"
"Mm, doesn't seem to stop you from mewling."
Arthurâs head spun as Theo pulled out, drawing an embarrassing whine out until he was pushed onto his back. Theo's palms slid along the underside of Arthur's thighs, ass, until he grabbed his sides, pushing in deep with a lazy roll of his hips.
"Uhn- ah! Theo-" Arthurâs voice was already strained, but another groan bubbled up when Theo picked up the pace. It was obvious Theo was getting close, his jaw clenched tight as his thrusts delved deeper, harsh enough to make the bed creak in tandem.
Fumbling, Arthur tugged on Theoâs locks to crash their lips together again. Nails dug into his hips for a moment, and then Theo broke them apart, eyes narrowed at Arthurâs chuckle.
Finding a hand at his throat, Arthur lightly gasped as Theoâs barely-there grip focused on the sides of his throat. It was enough to give Arthur a chance to rasp out any type of rejection to the idea, but instead the writer dug his heels into Theoâs ass, urging him to keep going.
At first, Theo kept his hold as it was, but as he began to get closer to his release, he tightened it just enough for Arthurâs knees to press against his waist, Arthurâs eyes going hazy at the new pleasure.
And then he let go, permitting Arthur to take in a deep breath, âfuckâŚâ
âTell me if I need to stop,â Theo warned, but Arthur just chuckled.
âDonât stop until you cum. Youâre, ahn, just as close as I am, h-huh?â Arthur gave him a smug look despite the flush on his cheeks, despite the way his bangs were ruffled and damp with sweat; Theo gripped him tight as he leaned over, nipping and sucking a mark onto his neck, right where his collar couldnât reach. Arthurâs cock throbbed at the sensation, feeling as though he was being claimed.
âThen- Tell me where you want it.â
"I-inside! Oh hell, Theo, I want to feel it-"
Arthur's back arched as Theo's grip tightened again, feeling Arthur clench around his cock.
"Feel what?"
Release, Arthur sucking in air as he spoke all at once.
"Want to feel your cock throb- a-as you cum, mmph. Make me feel- ghk-!"
Another tightened grip, and Arthur's eyes welled as Theo slammed into him, heavily panting as Arthur shook with each thrust. The lack of air nearly became unbearable, but just before it was too much, Theo let go. Instead he pushed on Arthurâs thighs, nearly folding him in half as he thrusted once, twice, and then spilled inside with a rasp.
The faint smell of ethanol lingered between them, mixed into the way Arthur desperately tugged Theo close, smashing their lips together in clumsy kisses. He threaded his fingers through Theo's hair, keeping him in place for just a moment, to meet his gaze when they broke apart.
"Theo."
His name is muttered as a lovelorn sigh, Arthur's eyes searching his for something, but Theo dipped his head against Arthur's neck, avoiding the unspoken confession as his fangs broke skin.
âAh-Ah! Oh gods-â Arthurâs nails dig deep into Theoâs back and scalp, his noises turning into choked rasps as Theo reached between them, jerking Arthur off to the timing of his slowing thrusts.
Arthur lasted just long enough for Theo to pull his fangs out, to let out a string of curses as he tensed and spilled over Theoâs hand, and then Theo pulled out with shuddering breaths, forehead planted against Arthurâs shoulder.
~
It took what felt like ages for the two of them to catch their breath. As soon as the afterglow fades and a slow ache replaces it, Arthur found his thoughts immediately settling onto his current issue: Theo. Who was refusing to look at him, head still pressed against his shoulder.
Embarrassment started to creep in the longer they refused to speak.
What did you do, Arthur?
"Well, that was a nice bit of fun," he swallowed thickly, hoping Theo can't feel the hammering in his chest, "perhaps we should do this again sometimeâŚ"
Theo groaned, frustration clear, "is sex the only thing that's ever on your mind?"
"You weren't complaining before-"
But Theo finally got up, sitting back on his knees, "can you get up?"
"What, kicking me out so soon? No wonder you can only get with your hand."
"Bath, Arthur. Trying to see if you can make it to the le therme."
OhâŚ
~
Shame struck Arthur once they both sink into the water, the heat drawing attention to all the parts of him that ache. He was lucky his job wasn't anything like Theo's, and that he could get away with sitting on his ass all day.
Getting here wasn't as easy as he thought. All his bravado fizzled away when it became apparent just how hard they had gone at it, and Arthur's stumble when getting up prompted Theo toâŚ
Well, he's just thankful no one saw how pathetic he looked getting here.
Arthur sank a little deeper into the water as the silence between them stretched out, glad the heat was helping his lower back. But the longer they were quiet, the more Arthurâs thoughts rushed; had anyone else heard them? What was Theo thinking right now?
Had Arthur just ruined whatever was built up between them, or were those feelings completely one-sided?
An annoyed tsk caused him to glance at Theo, who was rubbing his neck.
âDid you have to leave a mark so high up? How am I going to explain thisâŚâ
Ah⌠now that he was looking at Theo in the light, he noticed his desperation all over him. Lovebites along his neck and collar, Theoâs hair still mussed and scratches along his shoulder⌠At the thought of others catching a glimpse, Arthur felt his jealousy simmer.
âI think it looks good,â looked like heâs taken, at least.
"I feel sorry for all those women you sleep with if they wake up like this. Tch, I look like a fool."
Arthur wasn't sure what to feel. Proud? Sated? There was a sliver of joy humming inside of him; he finally got a taste of what he'd been craving for so long. But guilt and fear were quickly taking ahold of him, unable to keep himself from wondering just how bad he screwed things up.
"What does this mean now?" The question slipped out as soon as he thought it, and Arthur felt his ears burn as Theo shrugged.
"You said you wanted a distraction, and you got it."
Ouch. But he did deserve that, he supposed.
"So⌠We just go along like this never happened?" Theo gave him a noncommittal grunt, and Arthur kept on, "Theo, just humor me, will you?"
There was a sigh, Theo rubbing the back of his neck, "I don't know what answer you want, Arthur. For fucks sake, neither of us were thinking."
"Doesn't this have higher stakes for you? What about that pretty bird you keep taking strolls along the Seine with?"
Theo froze, giving Arthur an incredulous look, "you mean Mr. Garnierâs wife?"
Arthur went quiet, feeling heat in his cheeks as he processed Theo's words, and the accompanying embarrassment. Weakly, he stammered, "i-is that the only woman you've⌠you've been seeing?"
And Theo, the bastard, burst in laughter as a response. Not quietly either; loud enough to make Arthur's ears ring as the foolishness of this situation sunk in.
"Theo, for gods sake-"
"Is that what this was all about? Is that why you were in such a mood earlier?"
Arthur covered his face, his pride washing away, "my god man, do shut up."
His laughter continued until it faded off into a chuckle. Seeing Arthur still unable to look his way, Theo finally relaxed, wrapping an arm around Arthurâs shoulders and tugging him close.
âCome âere.â Arthur still doesnât speak, but Theo slowly continues, choosing his words carefully, âis this really why youâve been moody lately?â
âAt this point, does it really matter if I give an answer?â
Reviewing tonightâs events should have been enough of an answer, but with the reluctant confirmation, Theo just gives Arthur a half-hearted squeeze. It made Arthur finally relax his shoulders, no longer hiding his face.
âIâm⌠Not good with these things, Arthur,â No, he wasnât. It was another reason Arthur had been so surprised to see him happily with another woman. But now, knowing all of that jealousy was pointless, to an extent, well⌠Arthur kept quiet as Theo continued, âeven before arriving here, when I didnât have so much weighing me down, I wasnât good at this. ButâŚâ
Theo trailed off before taking another deep breath, âif this is genuine... then Iâm willing to give it a try. With you.â
Surprised, Arthur looked over to meet Theoâs gaze- only to see the man was turned away, the tips of his ears reddened.
ââIâm not good at these thingsâ, he saysâŚâ
Theo turned to shoot him a glare, only frowning when he realized it let Arthur see just how badly he was blushing.
âIâm trying.â
Chuckling, Arthur felt his anxieties start to ebb away, âyou really want to do this? With a mess like me? If this thing goes south, wellâŚâ
âIâd be handling this âmessâ in one way or another, regardless.â
âVery romantic, Theo. Thanks.â
The quip eases them both with the laugh it brings, and this time the quiet that stretched out was comfortable.
âWeâll need to talk about this more, in the morning, but for now,â Theo slipped his arm around Arthurâs waist, relaxing, âdonât work yourself up. Weâre fine.â
âThat obvious, huh?â
âYouâre not the only one good at reading others, you know.���
Arthur merely hummed in response, letting that comfortable silence come back.
It felt odd, to say the least, to even consider getting into a serious relationship. Years of waving off most chances at happiness caused an almost knee-jerk reaction to do the same here; to chase Theo off with showcasing the worst of him. But Theo had already seen all of that.
There was still the chance of this not working out, or working out in the way they planned, but Arthur finally let himself rest against Theo, choosing to ignore those obnoxious worries at least for tonight.
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I've discovered a friend can innocently send me a song saying it makes them think of a shared favored ship, only for me to dumbly open a word doc to scramble in a fic inspired by it.
I've wanted to write a longer Theocona fic for a while now, I didn't think it'd be like this, especially given how it's. Rusty. But if you read through it all: Thank you!
While I love these fools, I'm not too sure when the next time I'll write another fic for them. Theo's really hard to write, and I have so many older wips I need to finish... Maybe sooner than later I'll have another, but an established relationship themed one...
Thank you again for reading!
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Sex God - Hyunjin pt. 2
Pairing: God! Hyunjin x Sub!Female Reader
Genre: Smut with some fluff and angst.
Summary: You made Hyunjin jealous and now youâd have to face the repercussions. Something you may have thought about a little more ahead of time, considering he had a few tricks up is sleeves. - Part 1 Here
Warnings: Jealous sex, unprotected sex, punishment, dom/sub themes, some bdsm themes, bondage, claiming, marking, biting, dirty talk, degradation, power play, corruption kink (hinted at), sensory play (kind of), oral ( m receiving), exhibition (slight), brat taming, spanking, orgasm control/denial, master kink, sex toys, vibrators, paddles, hair pulling, spit, cumshot, cum eating, squirting, praise, mirror sex.
Word Count: 4,070
âI would have thought that by now youâd know better than to test me, little girl. After all, itâd be a shame for you not to cum tonight, especially when thatâs what I do so well.â Hyunjinâs threat is something you know heâd follow through with based on your experience, but that doesnât mean youâre through with testing him just yet. No, if he was going to give you attention now, then you were going to make sure and get as much of it as you possibly could.
âWell, maybe Iâll go back to Felix then. Iâm sure he would make it happen if you donât want to.â You quip with a smirk that Hyunjin instantly wiped away with a smack to your inner thigh. Your clothes were off in a flash.
âOh, little girl, when Iâm through with you, you wonât be going anywhere.â
Hyunjinâs gaze was sharp, holding you captive as you tried to decipher all the meanings behind it. Giving any clue as to what punishments you might have earned yourself with your behavior, yet he gave nothing away. You know that even if heâs already decided on what to do with you that heâll still stay silent for a few moments, letting your anticipation build. It gives him an edge and he knows it from the occasions when the silence has been enough alone to make you crack.
He takes a few steps before stopping right in front of you and pulling his sleeves up, before twirling his fingers, twirling silky ribbons of gold into existence. His eyes rake over your form possessively before licking his lips in a dark hunger, practically able to taste you on his tongue from the sheer memory of it. He wonât be getting to that quite yet though, not until heâs already chipped away at your inner brat a bit.
âStrip.â You blink at his sudden demand, making no move to do as he says quite yet, too stunned at the suddenness of it. His free hand grips your jaw, making you look him in the eyes as he clicks his tongue in disapproval, âYou had your fun little brat, but now Iâm in charge and unless youâd like to ask for worse I suggest you do as I tell you when I tell you. Now strip.â
âY-Yes master.â Youâre quick to correct, hands shaking as you bring them to the hem of your shirt. You make no sign of disobeying, however, knowing youâve already infuriated Hyunjin enough to give you more than sufficient punishment for one evening. Perhaps, even to go farther than he was with you before.Â
Hyunjin hums in approval, twirling his finger to motion for you to spin for him, wanting to see all of your form, âGood girl, finally listening to me. On the bed now. I want you on your knees, arms behind your back.âÂ
You know Hyunjin will be watching you intently ready to pick up on any little slip up that you might make, so youâre careful to do exactly as heâs told. Keeping your eyes down until he permits you to look at him. Hyunjin sets down the glittering ropes on the edge of the bed, barely in your line of sight, wanting to know if theyâd catch your attention enough to make you break your suddenly compliant nature. When you continue to display submission he finally moves forwards, fingertips dancing along your thighs as he leans down to look up at your face. He minds himself smirking when you divert your gaze again.
âIt seems like you can remember my rules...well when you want to.â Hyunjin chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest as he leans back to grasp the silky ropes again, âYou can look at me. I want you to tell me exactly what you did to earn everything Iâm going to do to ruin your body tonight little girl.â
You slowly meet his gaze, gulping as you find the storm brewing in them, âI-I broke some of masterâs rules. I was with another man a-and when master came to get me I back talked him. I-I was a brat and deliberately disobeyed him.â
âSo you understand what I have to do to you then, donât you little brat?â Hyunjin started to lay out the rope, preparing for what he was going to do next, licking his lips as your eyes twitched. Your sight was almost drawn to the motion of his actions but instead keeping on his eyes like heâd expected.
âI-I do. Master has to punish me, r-remind me of his rules. I promise Iâll take it, master, s-show you that I can be good for you.â Your voice wavers for a moment and Hyunjin picks up on it, pausing his actions. He leans forward, brushing your hair back behind your ear and kissing your temple in a gentle act.
âI know you will little girl, you always do. You remember our safe word?â Hyunjinâs tone has lightened up, showing you that while heâs worked up he cares so deeply for you. Your well-being is always his foremost concern and you know that nodding and quietly voicing the word. Hyunjin hums, placing one last kiss before leaning back and returning to his previous actions, âFace the other way.â
When you listen, keeping your hands behind your back Hyunjin gets exactly what he wants. You are in a perfect position for him to box tie your hands, something youâre familiar with in the bedroom with him. Hyunjin liked the way it allowed him to move you as he pleased, and the way it kept your hands out of his way, so he wouldnât have to worry as much about accidents. He checks around his ties after he finishes to ensure that they arenât too tight to bring you harm, before turning you around again. He then sets to work frog tying your legs, something much less common as he liked to watch the way they would shake as he made you feel good. Tonight though, he wanted to remind you who was in charge, who had the control here, so he decided to limit you more than usual in what you could do. Once finished he checked those ties as well, before stepping back to appreciate how good you looked with the delicate gold color shimmering against your skin.
After appreciating his handiwork for a moment, Hyunjin starts to back away leaving you there with widening eyes. He stops by the door, but never leaves, instead hitting the light switch and plunging the room into darkness. The only source of light being the ropes Hyunjin had created and tied you up with, giving a faint golden glow around them, but not enough to allow you to really see anything. It gives Hyunjin another advantage, the element of surprise. Something you know he would use to put you on edge, not knowing what punishments youâll be given before theyâre delivered.Â
You feel the bed dip with Hyunjinâs weight before the glow illuminates his face just slightly, it makes him appear even more ethereal than usual. Itâs not a sight you get to enjoy long, however, before he grips your hips and flips you over onto your knees. He pushes your shoulder until you fall forward, cheek pressed against the mattress, while your ass is up and exposed. Your legs spread and unable to squirm even a little, leaving you positioned entirely at Hyunjinâs mercy.
His hand cracks down on the swell of your ass without warning drawing a whimper out of you before you feel his weight leave again. The only thing you have to go by is the occasional shuffling sounds as he moves to get what he wanted. You nearly jump when he tosses a few things onto the bed behind you, making him chuckle again as he notices you shift slightly before his stern side is showing through again.
âCareful little brat, you have nowhere to run now. Not that youâd want to anyway considering no one could treat you as good as I do anyway, hm?â Hyunjin questions you, his voice slowly drawing closer before his hand comes down on your ass again.
âN-No master, only you can treat me this good. O-Only you can teach me how to be a good little whore.â You whine, doing your best to stay still, but every little action that set your senses on fire was only increased by your lack of sight.Â
âI want you to count them out for me, tell me just what your slutty behavior earlier earned you. If you mess up we wonât start over, Iâll just add five more for any mistakes you make from this point forward. Do you understand?â The second between his words and your breath to speak, you feel the leather from one of Hyunjinâs favorite paddles brushing over your ass. Giving you a hint of what you were in for, even if you still werenât sure when youâll be earning his mercy.
âYes master, I understand.â You whimper out so softly, youâre not sure Hyunjin hears you, but lucky for you he does.Â
He gives you a moment to prepare yourself, knowing he was going to put you through a lot, before delivering the first series of swift blows. Only five in and your voice starts to tremble, letting him know your body was on edge. By ten hits your slick is dripping down your plush thighs, core throbbing as it begs for attention that it wonât receive for some time still. After fifteen hits he gives you a moment to recover, knowing you had your voice was starting to be strained from crying out to him already. When he reaches twenty hits youâre starting to cry, tears painting your face and dazzling like little gems as the golden glow from the ropes hits them. Twenty-five hits and youâre getting a few soft whispered assurances from Hyunjin, him knowing youâre close to your limit. He gives you only five more, ignoring the wavering in your tone as you almost canât call out the number, but trying so hard to behave for him, and right now that notion is enough. The last blow from the paddle is the hardest, but it lets you know heâs done.
Hyunjinâs hands rub over your ass, stinging slightly before helping soothe the burn left behind on your bruised flesh. He leans down to leave a few kisses, the action making you mewl and he chuckles before biting down on the tender skin.Â
âSuch a good little girl taking that. I donât think youâll forget who you belong to anytime soon with how sore your ass is going to be.â Hyunjin laughs under his breath before his touch leaves your skin. Leaving you in the dark again as to what he would do to you next, only hearing some shuffling again.Â
Hyunjinâs hand strokes over your hair, caressing softly, before suddenly gripping it, sending pin pricks over your scalp in burning waves. He looks down at you smirking softly as his cock sits right out of reach of your mouth. The light from the ropes barely illuminates Hyunjin, but doing enough to let you make out the way his muscles tense while he grips your hair and holds himself back. Or the way his dark eyes bore into you, gold flickering through in beautiful sparkles from the glow, while his golden hair falls in front of his face, threatening to ruin your view.
âLook at how desperate you are, after acting like it was the last thing you wanted earlier. Trying to act all innocent like you werenât trying to make all jealous. Like you arenât just a little whore for me. What have I actually done to you, hm? You used to be a sweet little angel, now youâre a slut drooling from both ends for my cock.â Hyunjin taunts free hand gripping your jaw, his thumb rubbing over your lip, spreading the drool that had been threatening to spill out, âIf you want it that bad, then I guess you can have it. You better make it good though, I still donât think youâve earned the chance to cum tonight, yet.â
Just because you were going to get a taste of him though, did not mean you had any control in the slightest. Hyunjinâs grip on your hair is still firm as he guides you close enough, letting you take your time as you take his length into your mouth, allowing you some time to appreciate it before he took over again. His eyes meet yours as they remain on him, unwavering and eager to please as you slowly take his length down your throat, trying to get used to the feeling again. Only getting a moment, before Hyunjinâs grip solidifies again, locking you in place as his hips start rutting into your mouth.
âL-Look at you sucking dick so skillfully, j-just like how I taught you. S-Such a filthy fucking slut for me.â Hyunjin groans, eyes scrunching closed for a moment when you earnestly swallow around him, hollowing your cheeks to only further add to his pleasure. You can still watch every facial expression he makes with his head hanging in soft moans, his pace picking up and making you gag around him the sounds only adding to the lewd scene as he forces his eyes open to enjoy every aspect of what is happening at this moment.
You take pride in knowing Hyunjin almost as well as he knows you, the triggers it takes for him to fall apart too. Which is how you know heâs right on the edge, something youâre hoping to throw him over before he denies you the satisfaction of his taste. Something else he often does whenever youâre being punished, though it wouldnât be the first time youâd convinced him wordlessly to cum down your throat. Today, however, his resolve is firm, determined not to give into you until heâs satisfied youâve learned that Felix is not the one who can do this to you.Â
Hyunjin revels in the way that your whine, lips still parted as you try to resist his grip on your hair to wrap your mouth around his cock again. Heâs having none of it though as he strokes himself to completion. Letting his cum paint your face and neck in the prettiest patterns. You wear him like a badge of honor, like a collar of the most beautiful sparkling gems and he thinks he might just have to gift you something of the sort as a reminder.
âI wonât give it to you that easy...not today.â Hyunjin chuckles, situating you to sit up on your knees once again. Him tapping your inner knee until you get the hint and spread your legs, humming in approval at the slick smeared along your inner thighs and what was on display between them. The color of the golden glow hitting your skin and dancing off your slick only makes you more appealing, âThis color looks good on you little girl.â
His slight praise has you keening begging for his touch once more without even using words, only inflating his ego more. He knew exactly what he did to you and thrived off that power. When he leans in you think heâs going to kiss you, but he doesnât, instead, his tongue laves over your cheek, collecting up some of his cum.
He hums as he pulls back to look into your eyes, his hand reaching back to grab something, âI love when you taste like me little one, just another reminder that youâre all mine.âÂ
Hyunjin gives you no clue as to what was in his hand as he kisses and nips harshly over your neck until he finds the spot he wants, biting down harder before licking to soothe the pain. Leaving kisses and soft sucks to the tender flesh to make up for it, but not letting up until heâs satisfied with the blossoming mark thatâs left behind. Something he never mentions, however, knowing what he had in mind for later.
His surprise finally revealed when a soft buzz filled the air, Hyunjin bringing the wand to your thighs and teasing the vibrator over that, âWeâre going to test you out little brat, see if youâve actually learned to listen or not. You donât get to cum until I say you do.âÂ
He doesnât word it as a question he expects an answer to, or give you time to retort before the vibrator is turned all the way up and pressed against your clit. Instead, itâs a firm demand, an order that you know there will be dire consequences for if you can not listen to him. Yet, you also know Hyunjin is aware of how easily the wand in his hand makes you fall apart, especially when youâre this desperate. Your determination building at this point, determination to please him, and not earn yourself another punishment.Â
Hyunjin grips your jaw, making you look at him as you moan, wanting to soak in even the tiniest flickers of reaction on your face. Youâd learned early on that there was no way to hide from him when you were about to cum, so there was no use in trying. There was always a use for begging Hyunjin though, it was just a matter of how much begging it would take...and you had a feeling tonight it would take a lot. You werenât aware of just how much begging though, until after four ruined orgasms, Hyunjin still pressed the vibrator against your clit without let up. Tears glistening as they streamed down your face.
âM-Master, please! I-I need to cum for you. I need it so badly, p-please let me. I-Iâve done my best to be good for you and show that I can listen and do whatever you ask, j-just please.â Your words come out in near sobs, as you gasp for breath feeling right on the edge once again.
âYou can cum little girl when I tell you that you can. You better hold it.â Hyunjin growls nipping at your throat as he watches you closely, waiting until he knows you really canât hold your orgasm back any longer before finally giving you some relief, âCum. Now.â
You scream out as you cum, the sound a mix of relief and overwhelming amounts of pleasure. Your orgasm overpowering after the build-up since you both entered this room, it enough to make you squirt, something only Hyunjin was capable of making you do. Hyunjin slowly turned down the vibrator as you rode out your high, before taking it away when it started to change to painful overstimulation, feeling as if heâd tormented you enough at this point.Â
âShh, just breath little one.â Hyunjin coos, gently brushing your tears away and helping guide your breaths to get you to calm down a little bit, âThereâs my good girl. You did so good taking everything I gave to you little girl, but Iâm not quite done with you yet.â
Hyunjin moves you as he pleases, bending you over again only making sure you keep your head up and facing a mirror across the room. The item not even having crossed your mind, but looking into it now with the only thing illuminated in the pitch-black room the two of you that was all you could pay attention to. It only adds to the feeling as Hyunjin slowly presses his length into you, moaning quietly at the feeling of your cunt tightening around him. His sounds, however quiet, are not something that you let just slip past you, especially not when they sounded like the most beautiful melodies mixed with your sounds.Â
If you had asked Hyunjin why he was going so slowly, youâre sure heâd make up some excuse about finally showing you mercy or letting you have a moment to adjust. You knew the reality though, he needed the moment to collect himself...he always did, you were just too perfect to him. The way your warm, wet walls pulsed around him making him weak to his knees, even if he didnât admit that to you.
As soon as he regained his composure, however, it was like a switch flipped. Hyunjin wastes no time in picking a fast, rough pace to thrust into you, reminding you once again how sore your ass was after his earlier actions. Hyunjinâs movements do not stutter for a second once he sets his pace, a hand immediately slipping between your legs to rub at your clit, determined to get as many orgasms out of you as he could before his own.Â
âWho do you moan like this for? Tell me, little girl, is it Felix?â Hyunjin growls, hand gripping your bound arms to pull you back against his chest so you could see in more detail exactly how he fucked you. The way his cock slipped in and out of you, coated in your slick, and the way his skilled fingers rubbed and pinched at your clit so perfectly.Â
âN-No master. I-I may be a slut, but itâs only for you. I-I will only ever moan like this for you.â You immediately answer him how you know he wants you to, feeling yourself drawing close to the edge again and not wanting to risk it being denied. Hyunjin notices with a hum and pinches your clit just right to throw you over the blissful edge, keeping you upright as your thighs tremble, before gently letting you lay your chest down onto the bed again.Â
âT-Thatâs right little girl, youâre my filthy fucking slut. Y-Youâll be good and give me one more wonât you?â Hyunjin words it as a question, but you know that heâs not really asking. His own end is drawing closer, yet he wonât let himself give in to the feeling until heâs rewarded you for taking all that you did earlier. When you nod softly, your head is still foggy from your last high, trying to come down from it. Hyunjin gives a sound of approval in his throat as he leans down to kiss your temple.Â
When he feels your pussy clenching around him again, nearing your last orgasm...for now...he almost loses it. Only barely holding himself back his fingers speed up on your clit until you snap again, withering beneath him. Hyunjin finally doesnât hold back his sounds as he cums deep inside of you, painting you white until it starts to leak out of your spent core.
Hyunjin gently with you as he undoes the ties on you. He could make them disappear just as fast as he made them appear, but they looked so beautiful on your skin that he canât find it in himself to do that... not for a long time at least. His hands massaged your sore muscles for a few moments before helping you up and to the shower, to let the heat help them further. Willing to let you clean up knowing he left more than a few reminders that wouldnât simply rinse away in the shower. He treats you delicately as always with aftercare.Â
A lightbulb seems to go off over his head as he dries you though, making you furrow your brows, âWhat is it?â
âAh, I just forgot something when we rushed back, come on let's go get it. Itâll just take a moment.â Hyunjin takes your hand in his and in the blink of an eye, youâre both back where heâd found you with Felix, not giving you any chance to argue.
Hyunjin intentionally leads you past where he knows Felix will be, making you walk without any help from him knowing that if the obvious marks his mouth left on your neck didnât give away what had happened between you two, then your walk would. Something that always made him proud after he fucked you. Hyunjin smirks at Felix while they pass before smiling sweetly at you and saying heâll be a second, leaving you standing there. Heâs barely longer than that before heâs back having made up what he needed anyways just to show off to Felix who you belonged to. He comes back and soon takes you home, looking at you innocently while you raise a brow and cross your arms at him.
âSo?.... You forgot a spoon?â
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The mystical bookshop on the opposite end of the street seldom had customers but your boredom was getting the best of you, having just moved to a small town without any acquaintances. The last thing you expected when entering the dusty bookshop was a handsome boy glimpsing at you from behind his glasses. Maybe this innocent boy could cure your boredom?Â
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The ivy green building on the corner was rarely visited. Itâs white pillars with gold swirly capitals looked inviting as you had just moved to the apartment complex across the street and were in need of some entertainment, having moved to a new town all by your self. Through the cloudy show window you saw litterary classics leaning against small mahogany painting aisle and crystals in all different shapes and sizes, all scattered across a velvet maroon piece of cloth.Â
You leaned against the window, sheilding your eyes from the sun using your hands as you looked inside but to your disappointment you saw nothing but your own reflection. The warmth of the sun radiated on your back as a cool breeze stinged your cheeks. âIt sure would be nice to sit in the small shop and readâ you thought as you wrapped your hands around the chipped golden door handle, pulling it down and being exposed to the smell of bound books.
The bell above the old wooden door rang as you entered through the rusty ivy green door, embellished with small colored glass panes.Â
âWelcome to I.N bookshop, how can i-âÂ
Jeongin peeked from behind a big book, fascinated over how such a cute girl had entered his dusty little shop. His round glasses covered most of his face, light pink cheeks hiding behind them. Putting the aged leather book away he stood up from his seat and scratched his thick, slightly curly black locks. This situation was unusual to say the least. The shop was after all only sought out by elders that wanted to find the books they had read in their teenage years when youth still glowed around them.Â
A smile spread across your face as you saw the young boy shifting his eyes over the piles of grubby books, some of them piling up hindering you from coming closer. He blushed upon the state of the store but promptly walked up to you, keeping his eyes glued to the creaky floorboards underneath his feet.Â
âOh, hi u-uhm... Iâm Jeongin! Nice to meet youâ he said sheepishly, eventually sneaking a glance of your cute face.Â
âHi, nice to meet you. Iâm y/n! I just moved across the street a couple of days ago and have just been staring at the shop from my window. Thought I might...c-check it outâ.
You felt a shyness creep up on you, shifting your skirt slightly as you felt Jeonginâs looming eyes on your cleavage, silence widened over the small wooden cabinet-like shop.Â
Jeongin snapped back into reality after you looked at him questionably, your head tilted as you tried to cover yourself from his predatory gaze with your hands. The curly haired boy gulped before shoving his delicate veiny hands into the pockets of his black dress pants.Â
âUhm.. so.. w-what do you usually read?â he asked while peering up. Looking into the same direction you saw a cozy half loft nuzzled into the far right of the shop, a corroded ladder being the only way to get up there.Â
âI like pretty much anything,,, d-do you have any favorites?â you asked shyly as your gaze returned to the floor, seeing books piled up around your feet.Â
He laughed timidly as he made his way over to the rusty ladder, stepping over heaps of untouched books and guiding you to do the same, kicking and pushing some piles away.
âI usually sit up there and read so all of my favorites are hidden from the customers heh...â he anxiously grabbed the back of his neck, looking down to the left as he spoke.Â
âWe can sit up there if you like!â Jeongin added, his voice getting excited since he gets to talk about his favorite literary works with you! Shyly, you nodded as your hands wrapped around both sides of the ladder, stepping onto the first step. Cautiously you climbed up and with every step you could see more of the loft unfolding in front of your eyes, your gaze on floor level. Jeongin decided to help you by holding the ladder, making sure you didnât fall but this soon proved to be a mistake. He looked up with the intention of seeing how far up youâd gotten but his eyes landed underneath your skirt, your light pink lace panties on display for his puppy eyes to see. His breath hitched upon seeing the outline of your cunt and his hormones were flying like sparks, causing a painful erection to form inside his boxers.Â
After what seemed like an eternity of fumbling on the ladder you finally stood on the half loft, carefully peeking down to see Jeongin still gripping the ladder while his cheeks were flaming red.Â
âuhm,,, you coming up or..?â
He cleared his throat as he looked up, seemingly lost in thoughts.Â
âYeah,,, totallyâ he said awkwardly while climbing up. You offered him your hand as he neared the loft which he grabbed, seizing the opportunity to hold your soft hand that were enhanced by small gold rings and a bracelet. His heart was in his throat as your touch effected him more than he thought. He coughed to clear the nervosity from his gut but to no avail.Â
When his hands travaled down to his pockets thatâs when you noticed the tent between his two legs. A thousand thoughts flashed through your mind as your body came to a standstill. Should I run away and never look back? Should I help the poor boy? After all, he seemed awfully lonely enclosed in these 4 walls all day long and so were you, not having anyone to contact in the new city.Â
Jeongin noticed your stiff figure, the light mumbling of a radio being heard from the white speakers on a small coffee table next to two old mustard yellow armchairs. Your eyes eventually met his. His gaze was as sweet as honey and his musky scent enhanced by the aroma of the ancient books. You felt yourself tensing up, your crossed legs clenching as you broke the eye contact with the fox-like boy. His eyes hooded whilst being filled with a bashful aura.Â
âKiss meâ
You blurt out without even thinking. The neediness in your cunt growing wetter by every minute. Jeonginâs eyes brown orbs widened.Â
âW-what...here? Now..?âÂ
âDonât act dumb. I see...t-thatâ you glanced down at his erection for a split second, gulping as you saw the size.Â
Flustered, Jeongin tried to cover himself from your eyes as a hot flash descended down his body. His blushed state, his innocent eyes hiding behind those black wired glasses and his veiny hands peeking through the paws of his dark blue sweater made you just wanna slam him against a wall, taking his innocence from him.Â
You inched closer to him, his face in level with yours due to your similar heights. Your head tilted slightly, a pleading expression contorting across your features as he stared at your plush lips, wide eyed. His delicate hands form into hard fists, trying his best to not let his loneliness get to him.Â
But heâs too weak.Â
Cupping your crimson cheeks, he pulls you into a deep kiss and without hesitating you kiss him back on his precious coral lips. Your hands explored his body and to your surprise a toned abdomen was hiding beneath his warm appearance. Coaxing his tongue, you lick his bottom lip, moaning into the kiss as his hands stroked your back and gropes your ass. Heat rose to your cheeks as your cunt was sopping, having not been touched like this for a while but you werenât the only one reacting this way. Your hands wandered down before momentarily stopping, you hesitated before palming the dark haired boy through his slacks but was pleased once you earned a moan from his petal-like lips. You pulled away from the fiery kiss, smirking as you spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.
âSensitive babyboy, I barely touched youâÂ
He stiffens in your arms that were wrapped around his waist, his eyes settling anywhere but on yours. With a cocky smile you grab his tiny face by the jaw and force him to look into your lustful eyes.Â
âYouâre a virgin, right?â you asked with a smile on your lips.
âN-no,, no Iâm not!â Jeongin huffed out, visibly flustered.Â
âI donât like people that lieâ.
Your cold voice scared Jeongin but the fear added fuel to his neediness. He needed you. You pushed him down, the boy landing in one of the dusty armchairs with a thump.
âY-yes I am a...v-virginâÂ
He hesitated uttering those words, his lip quivering from the sexual tension but he also felt vulnerable, not having anyone to talk to about such matters. Jeongin watched you with hungry eyes as you pulled your shirt over your head, disheveling your hair in the process.
âWhat you staring at? Come on, off with your clothesâ you said as you pointed towards his member. He obeyed in an instant but not losing eye contact with the soft skin that you revealed once you stepped out of your skirt that was now pooling on the floor, leaving you with nothing than your bra and panties. Jeonginâs hands were shaking as he tried to unbutton his pressed slacks. You rolled your eyes at his pitiful attempt.Â
Your knees hit the wooden flooring as you helped him remove his pants, Jeongin bucking his hips slightly causing you to pull them down the entire way. Embarrassingly enough his precum had already created a wet stain on his boxers which made you snicker. You trace along his clothed dick with your fingertip, feeling him pulsating under your touch as blood accumilated between his legs.Â
âHow cute. Babyboy is throbbing from anticipation, isnât that right?â you cooed to which he glared at you, mad for being humiliated by someone he barely knew but secretly enjoying it in his perverted fantasies.Â
Upon pulling down his boxers you were greeted by his erect member that was barely touching his clothed abdomen. Your mouth watered from the sight, how fine purple veins snaked up his shaft and how his sensitive carmoisine tip glistened with a droplet of precum trickling down. You glanced up at his slightly puffy face and he nodded as if you had just asked him for premission. Using the tip of your tongue you lapped up his precum like an animal, eager to taste his sweetness as you pursed your lips and inserted only the tip into your wet mouth.Â
Jeonginâs knuckles whitened as he gripped onto the armrests for dear life, his orgasm already looming around him due to his inexperienced nature. Your hands stroke his inner thigh wanting him to relax but that was the last thing on Jeonginâs mind. If he relaxed he would cum faster and that would be too much embarrassment to handle in one day, especially in front of you. Your pursed scarlet lips cascaded down his shaft as your hand wrapped around the part that wouldnât fit down your throat. Small whimpers were heard from the boy with glasses everytime you lifted your head upwards, swirling your tongue around his leaking tip before plunging down again, all whilst your hand jerked off his girthy base. It didnât take long before the poor boy was unable to controll the lewd noises that pierced your ear like the sound of music. For his every moan you got wetter, those pathetic whines of his causing you to dig your nails into his thighs, holding back from marking him up with hickies and showing him that heâs your new playtoy.Â
The high-pitched moans mixed with the subtle murmuring of the radio still going in the background, the sloppy sound of your spit as you bobbed your head intensely driving Jeongin closer to his release. Just as he felt him twitch between your cheeks you pulled off, kissing his tip before looking up at him with doe eyes. The expression that haunted his face was priceless. You smiled at his bedraggled state, his twinkling eyes and heaving breath signaling that he was lost in pleasure moments ago.Â
âLiked it, babyboy?âÂ
He nodded in agreement before grabbing your narrow wrist and standing you up, pushing you against a bookcase causing a couple of lightweight books to fall on either side of you. His mouth was dangerously close to your ear, his body close enough to radiate heat.
âBut donât call me thatâ. Jeonginâs voice changed, now more raspy.Â
âAw, does babyboy get shy when I call him that?â you ridiculed him but soon regretted it when he raised your eyebrow at you before turning you around and bending you down, you hands grabbing onto the shelf.Â
âHey! You canât ju-â
Your moan cut you off as the tip of his cock entered you with ease, your juices almost dripping down your leg from the arousal as he pushed your panties to the side. Jeongin hissed as his member advanced into your throbbing pussy, desperate to feel you around his sensitive shaft. Small whimpers spilled out your mouth as he felt much bigger than he seemed, moving at a slow pace yet still hitting your g-spot with every thrust. His cold laugh sent shivers down your back where Jeonginâs hand was stragically placed in order to keep you bent down, the other hand wrapped around your hip.
âYouâve been fantisasing about this, havenât you?â he groaned to which you tsked.Â
âI think youâre talking about yourself, babyboy. With your nose in those books all day you surely must have read heaps of erotica.âÂ
He slammed his hips against yours making you mewl out in pleasure, trying to hold onto the shelf but only knocking down more books.
âDonât c-call me that!â he defended himself from the shameful nickname you had given him but you couldnât help but to laugh.Â
âYouâre adorable, you know that babyboy?â. Your gibbling laughter annoyed Jeongin causing him to push you back, his big hands wrapping gently around your neck and choking you slightly making your high-pitched whimpers more frequent. His pace quickened as he was nearing his orgasm and you could once again feel him twitching, only this time he was twitching inside your sopping cunt which further caused the knot in your stomach to tighten.Â
âJ-jeongin,,,f-fuckâ. Shutting your eyes you saw a spectrum of colors fly by as your head spinned from the impending orgasm. The dark haired boy smirked, his eyebrows furrowed as he thrusted into your squelching cunt, the filthy noise completely muffling out the babble of the radio. Being his first time he was annoyingly good, pleasuring you in the ways you were longing for.Â
A broken moan erupted as the hand around your neck descended down, stopping for a moment to give your nipples a twist before settling at your swollen clit. The fast circling movement of his long fingers paired with his relentless thrusting made you see stars behind your stinging eyes. You were unraveling at the seams in his touch but so did Jeongin, his final thrusts sloppy as a string of whines left his soft lips.Â
Your legs gave up on you when you finally released, the knot in your core melting away as your juices coated Jeonginâs aroused dick. Jeongin crashed his hips against you one last time, the impact causing your butt to bounce against him. He pulled out quickly, dick twitching in his hand before his hot semen ran down your buttcheek as you were panting, holding onto anything on the dusty and creaky wooden shelf.Â
Jeongin last cries echoed in your ears as he milked his dick out of every cumdrop, his glasses slipping off the tip of his nose. The hot substance quickly cooling off while trickling down as you tried to stand up, putting a hand onto Jeonginâs shoulder.Â
âY-you good?â he stuttered, scared that heâd hurt you.
âYeah... think soâ was what you managed to say before falling into Jeonginâs sturdy embrace. He let out a surprised squeal as he caught you, snickering quietly at your struggle to hold yourself up.Â
âI guess Iâm your first friend in town nowâ he smiled shyly as you looked at him naively. Blushing profusely, you looked deep into his dangerously sweet eyes that were rimmed by his thin wire glasses.
âI guess you areâ.Â
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www i come back with another request *jumps jumps* what about the brothers + undateables with a m!mc who's an idol-? how would they react to mc's wearing his stage outfits around just because-?
Oooooooh I like this! Sorry this took a while, I was working on 5 other requests at the same time lol and THEN I broke my wrist by punching a door so I couldn't type hahaha im a genius, I know.
Here goes, and thank you for the request!!
The Demon Brothers + The Newly Dateables Reactions to a M! Idol MC Who Wears their Stage Outfits Casually
Lucifer
Goes to every single performance of MC'S if his schedule allows it
Somehow always has seats in the front row
Never fails to get distracted by how MC moves his hips while dancing and still singing perfectly
Loves to go to his rehearsals sometimes
Always has a bouquet waiting for MC after his performance
The first time MC wore one of his stage outfits around the house for fun, he was mildly confused and amused
It was *slightly* distracting
Considering MC's immaculate body
It doesn't help that he goes to the gym religiously because he has an image to uphold
Always gets slightly flustered when MC wears his stage outfits bc
He's just so pretty, dammit
Mammon
Eh?
Why does MC get to wear flashy stage outfits all the time, yet HE gets shit about his jacket
Not fair
Swears that's the only reason its upsetting
Totally not at all because he doesn't like how many people stare and flirt with MC
Not at all.
On the plus side, always goes through MC's choreography with him
Its often the highlight of Mammon's day, since dance is one of his gifts
Begrudgingly allows MC to style his hair sometimes
On occasion, Mammon will be a backup dancer at MC'S shows
Mc always smiles the brightest when this happens
Satan
Equally amused and annoyed
Amused because OF COURSE MC would do that
It just makes sense for MC to be dramatic enough to casually wear stage costumes around the house
It annoys him because he KNOWS it draws attention to MC
And, well, he doesn't like that
Mc never knows his, of course
Though he does start to question why his fans are all so afraid of Satan
Oh well
Satan, surprisingly, is even more helpful with songwriting than anyone else
He has a natural knack for poetry and rhythm
Most of MC's songs have been helped along by Satan
Levi
Biggest. Fanboy. Ever.
Probably the president of any and every fanclub for MC
Is delighted when he *somehow* always lucks out and gets the first ticket to the shows online
MC secretly sets aside a ticket for him and just sends the price of the ticket back into Levi's bank account
Levi is actually a really big social media promoter for MC
Runs his official Devilgram page
When MC starts wearing his stage outfits around the house....
Heart attack. Panic attack. Asthma attack. All of them.
His heart can't take it
Tries his best to avoid looking at him so he doesn't stare
Needless to say, this fails miserably
Asmo
Please.
He's the one who DESIGNED the stage outfits
MC BETTER be wearing them proudly
His heart swells with joy when he sees MC absolutely *owning* the outfits while making a sandwich
Unlike his brothers, Asmo loves when people stare at MC
Because, come on, with the makeup Asmo taught him to do and the stunning outfits? Damn right MC is stare worthy
Not as much as him, of course, but thats a different story
Doesn't really like being in the crowd of MC'S shows, much prefers the luxury of backstage
Literally has his own chaise lounge to recline on
Its even nicer than MC'S chair
Mc secretly bought it for him so
Of course it is
Beel
Doesn't like it, but for a different reason
What if MC trips and hurts himself?đĽş
Aren't they hard to move around in?
They look too tight for MC to eat inđ°
It takes MC going through his choreography many, MANY times to prove he won't get hurt wearing them
Beel always goes to the gym with MC
MC has to keep up a certain image, so Beel is more than willing to help him out and even coach him if he needs it
Tries to do the dances with MC, but dancing isn't exactly his Forte
He loves to watch, though
Goes to most of his shows when he can
Belphie
Doesn't care
When he decides to care, its only because those outfits just CAN'T be comfortable
Gives Asmo a ridiculously long list of comfortable and breathable fabrics to use in MC'S costumes from then on
Rarely goes to MC'S shows, but is literally always watching the livestream from his bed
Constantly hounds MC about his self care
"Go sleep. You've been practicing for the entire day. If you don't go by choice, ill just hold you hostage in my bed until you fall asleep"
Aggressively caring murder bean
Diavolo
This man is endlessly amused
Insists on getting matching costumes with him
To MC'S delight, Asmo immediately makes much larger copies of all of his stage outfits for Diavolo
Lucifer hates it.
So much. Diavolo is a prince. Not an idol
Mc thinks its sweet
MC even dyed his hair to match the prince's red locks at one point
The red hair was, of course, a fan favorite
Barbatos
Admires the beauty of MC in his stage clothes
Has an abundance of tips on how to keep then clean and immaculate
Insists that he's too busy to attend the shows, and that he could just watch the recording later
Diavolo catches wind of this and is conveniently elsewhere on the days MC performs
Barbatos knows Diavolo is full of shit, but he appreciates it regardless
Solomon
Not phased whatsoever
He's been exposed to any and every type of human fashion before
Although...he has to admit seeing MC in those costumes makes him feel some kinda way
Enchants MC'S stage outfits to glow or shimmer at certain times during the performance
Is, of course, there for every single one
Helps the brothers adjust to human world concerts
Simeon
Blushblushblushblushstutterstutterstutter
Thinks some not so holy things about the idol in front of him
Wow
â \ \ \ â
Simeon has seen some very beautiful clothes in the celestial realm, but this?
It hits different
Maybe its because it's HIS MC wearing them
Quickly dismisses this thought and insists they're just really pretty clothes
Listens to MC practice and provides feedback about their singing technique
Luke (Platonic)
In complete AWE
Shyly asks if he can try on one of MC'S dramatic jackets
It's 10 sizes too big for him but that just makes it more endearing
Luke absolutely loves to go see MC in concert
Always has a baked good waiting for MC after he performs
Is surprisingly the loudest cheerer out of all of them
#obey me#obey me headcanons#beel obey me#leviathanobeyme#lucifer obey me#mammon obey me#simeon obey me#asmodeusobeyme#barbatos obey me#solomon obey me#obey me asks#obey me mc
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lavender latte: ix
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hawks | takami keigo x reader
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chapter 1 Â || Â chapter 2 Â || Â chapter 3 Â || Â chapter 4 Â || Â chapter 5 Â || Â chapter 6 Â || Â chapter 7 Â ||Â chapter 8Â ||Â chapter 9Â ||Â chapter 10Â ||Â
masterlist
word count: ~5.1kÂ
betaâed: @hawnks & @keiqosÂ
the dichotomy of fear and safetyÂ
warnings:Â vivid descriptions of panic/anxiety attacks, bodily injury, blood, ptsd descriptions, dissociation/depersonalization, overstimulation, trauma (please let me know if this should be warned any more thoroughly!)
alright fellas. second half of the mega chapter. PLEASE i read the warnings. please. thereâs big moments in this chapter, but thereâs lots of descriptions of what is warned.Â
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You didnât know what to do.Â
Horror had risen in your throat, intangible poison seeping into the tendons that pulled from your shoulder blades to your fingertips. You were frozen on the couch, Keigoâs babbling mixing with the static of the call.Â
It was fuzzy background noise to your fear, the same way the press conference had been.Â
Your nails bit into the meat of your palms, pricks of pain like flint and steel burrowing into your hardened jaw. You had your gaze trained on the ground, but the shuddering of your body was unmistakably unavoidable.Â
Why are you shaking so much?
You felt like you were trembling hard enough to fall apart.Â
(Were you cracking open from the inside?)
A knock sounded from your balcony door, an insistent thing that felt dulled and yet too loud. The sound tasted like a bitter herbal medicine you didnât want to swallow.
All the same, you painfully moved to unbolt the door, the nagging push of the rubber tops of your crutches being a constant reminder of your own state and how you got there. It made your head swim even more.Â
The moment you unlocked the sliding door, Keigo was into your apartment and onto you.Â
 Keigo had been able to tell you werenât doing well the moment he landed on your balcony, blinds and curtains open to give the perfect vantage point to see you falling apart.
His heart stuttered as he entered the door, taking you in as quickly as he could.Â
You were in house clothes, the same ones heâd seen you in a few days ago. Mussed up hair and sunken-looking eyes that were uncomfortably vacant in the glow of the bright LEDS of the TV. You balanced on a single crutch and the back of the couch. Clutched in your free arm, tight to your chest, was the doughy-eyed plushie heâd given you at the hospital.
You looked purely wrung out.
Keigo bit his lip for a moment, not entirely sure on how to proceed.Â
Heâd been trained for it, once, how to coax someone into and out of states of distress. The thought of his own skills and their purposes were uncomfortable against the way he actually felt. The cognitive dissonance was loud, thundering, in his skull as he watched you sniffle.Â
He acted on feeling.Â
Keigoâs chest ached as he placed his hands on your shoulder, rubbing his thumbs into your knots of tension, âCan I hold you? Please?â
You dropped the plushie, shoving off the couch and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. If Keigo hadnât been paying attention, you wouldâve fallen, considering the way your lone crutch clattered to the ground.
 Your eyes burned as you shoved your face into the fluff around Keigoâs collar, bathing in his familiar, spiced scent and praying that it would calm you. You clutched at the back of his jacket and squeezed with everything you had.
You wanted to speak, say something, maybe explain the fact that you were quickly coming to sob against Keigo and for whatever reason.
But you couldnât.
Any words and proper speech dissolving when you saw his perfectly healed face and were held up by his perfect healed arms. He was smiling, even if it was stitched with a bit too much concern to be comfortable.
His health shouldâve made you feel better, but it didnât.
The molten realization that seeing a pristine version of Keigo didnât do anything to assuage how horrible you felt was worse than panic-inducing.
âOh, dove, itâs okay, everythingâs okay,â Keigo assured you, a gloved hand smoothing down the back of your spine.Â
You tried to rationalize as you quaked.Â
Heâs fine.
You knew that already.
Everythingâs fine.Â
But, it didnât seem to matter too much in the moment.Â
You clung to him, bearing a bit of weight (foolishly) on your injured leg. If anything, the pain was grounding as you barely kept yourself together.Â
Keigo hushed you, tearing off his gloves and tossing them aside to touch you with his bare hands, âDove, everythingâs fine, no need to cry.â
He smoothed a hand over the back of your head, cupping your neck and stroking a thumb over your spine. The action shouldâve been comforting, Keigo being there shouldâve been comforting, but it just wasnât.
It made you feel so much worse.Â
Your quirk spat, his touch burning far back in your throat.
âI-I know,â You leaned into him. âItâs just scary.â
âWhat is?â Keigo asked, his voice soft like barbed burrs against the shell of your ear. âTalk to me, (Y/N).â
âWhat do you think?!â You broke down, voice coming out far louder than you intended. âYou got hurt!â
It was all you could manage to say.Â
 Keigo paused, not saying anything for a minute.
...
Heâd never seen you like this.
Keigo had seen you hollowed by your quirk and injured, yet you hardly cried then. Heâd seen you immersed in no-good feelings, clutching a bottle of cheap wine, yet all you had been was maybe a bit vacant-sounding.
Yet, now?
You had him in a vice grip, shaking with the force you were squeezing him with.
He had to try his best to help, right? Show you that he was completely well.
Nothing to fear.Â
âDove, I know itâs scary, but itâs okay, Iâm okay,â Keigo tried to comfort you with a squeeze and a kiss to your temple. âEverythingâs okay.â
It didnât seem to get through to you at all.
You continued to shake and sob as Keigo helped you to the nearby couch, your crutches in tow with a few of his feathers.Â
 You desperately wanted to explain yourself better. Articulate in a way that made some sort of cohesive, easy to understand sense.
But, the reality was that it wasnât that easy.
You couldnât get a single thought straight. Everything was going to fast, yet trickling around your psyche like a thick glue. Your confusion was made worse by your panic.Â
...
Keigo sat you down, a frown creasing his pretty features.Â
You hated that you were the root of it.Â
You stayed tense, shoulders hunched and hands folded in your lap as tears dripped down your cheeks.
And truthfullyâ honestly?
You felt fucking stupid.Â
Maybe it was that the rancid, steadily-strengthening storm in your skull had been choking you for over twelve hours.Â
Maybe. Â
âDove, Iâm fine, see?â Keigoâs voice grated on your ears.Â
Shouldnât it have been reassuring? Shouldnât it have made you feel better and not worse?
The reminder made your fists tighter. An odd anger boiling at the front of your skull that had your sobs slowing.
You shook your head, grabbing your crutches, and pushing yourself up.
Keigo caught your wrist, squeezing and pulling lightly, âDove, please, Iâll get you whatever you need. Just sit for a second with me, okay?â
âI will.â You couldnât make yourself look at him, jaw clenched. âI just need to grab some water.â
âI canâ â
âPlease. Just let me do it myself.â
You crutched away in as put-together of a manner as you could.
(It wasnât much.)
Getting to the kitchen, your eyes were blurred with new tears of pure frustration. Your heart hammered in your chest to the point of nausea. Your quirk fired on and off and you desperately tried to calm yourself, especially in front of Keigo.
Heâs fine.
Heâs fucking fine, youâre fine.
You felt ridiculous.
You swallowed, grabbing a glass from your cupboard and sliding it towards the sink.
You balanced in front of the tap, resting your weight on the front of the counter. You put your booted foot down, not even wincing at the sharp pain. You were beyond caring.Â
You turned on the faucet, forcing yourself to take more even breaths as you grabbed the glass.
 Keigo, meanwhile, had simply unmuted the TV, not even thinking much about it. You usually liked something ambient in the background if it was quiet enough. White noise. But, Keigo didnât really check the volume, or what was playing. He wasnât thinking about those details, far more focused on trying to listen to you in the kitchen.
(A mistake.)
The program youâd had on roared from the living room.Â
 You didnât really hear it until you felt it.
Rumbling of the bass of the speakers.
Cars revving.
Someone screaming, high and grainyâÂ
 The sudden sounds ripped through the air.
Ripped right through you.
You jumped, heart stuttering in your chest as your quirk burst to life.
The shock of it all had you nearly losing your balance.
You wouldâve, if you hadnât slammed your hand in the basin of your metal sink for stabilityâÂ
The glass in your hand, in your fist, shattered upon impact.
...
You didnât scream, didnât make a sound as you slowly looked down.Â
Just slowly let your eyes, narrowed and focused, center on the sudden mess of bloody glass in your sinkâÂ
And the scarlet shards that were stuck in your hand.
 Keigo waited, feathers keenly reading your breathing from the other room.
It scratched at his damn brain when the sound of broken glass against metal echoed through your apartment.
Your breath quickened shortly after.Â
At first, Keigo was a bit annoyed.Â
Just a tiny, tiny bit.Â
You obviously werenât doing well, and your stubbornness about getting fucking water just seemed senseless. Especially since you were already injured.
If youâd just let him take care of youâÂ
Keigo sighed, rising from the couch and making his way to the kitchen, âHey, dove? Donât bother trying to sweep, my feathers canâ â
His voice died in his throat as he rounded the corner into your kitchen, fear growing in his chest.
 You were bent over the sink, oddly supported on one crutch with way too much fucking weight on your injured leg.Â
But, that wasnât the worst, not close.
You held your hand just over the basin of the sink.
Jagged shards of glass stuck from your palm, little rivulets and streams of blood dripping into the sink below.Â
Your eyes were uncomfortably vacant, brows creased and mouth just the slightest bit opened, lips cracked.
âOh, fuck, dove, shit,â Keigo shouldâve known better to panic, but the immediate swell of that protective nature (that he needed to think harder about) had him shooting across your kitchen, a few of his larger feathers flying to support your injured leg. You wouldâve fallen if Keigo hadnât wrapped an arm around you for balance.Â
Keigo couldnât tell if it was the burning concern he had over seeing you hurt (again), or the tiny pricklings of ire he had that this was entirely avoidable if you had just listenedâÂ
He grabbed your wrist, turning it by his firm grip to take in how bad the injury was.
(Secretly, heâd done a bit more reading about injury assessment, since what happened with your leg.)
âWell, I donât think youâll need stitches,â Keigo sighed, letting his annoyance bleed into his tone. As concerned as he was, this was just a mess and he was somewhat aware of the fact he was also running a bit lateâ âWhereâs your first aid kit?â
You were silent, head tilted down, eyes wide and on the running blood.
âDove, first aid kit?â
â...Thereâs glass in my hand.â
Keigoâs swore he felt his lungs turn to ice, every selfish thought promptly draining.Â
If he thought hearing you sob was bad, however the fuck you were talking then was a thousand times worse.
Hollow didnât even begin to describe it.
âThereâs glass in my hand.â
Shouting echoed from the TV.
âThereâs glass in my hand.âÂ
...
There was glass in your hand.Â
Shards, just like on the teashopâs floor.Â
Your quirk spun, trilling to life, far harder and harsher than it had in the past twelve hours of panic. It descended indiscriminately on your perceptions and senses like a swarm of carrion-eating corvids, the shrill, staticy shouting of the TV, their caws and crowings.Â
You found that blood smelt similarly, a coppery, heady scent that made the backs of your eyelids singe.
It made your head spin.Â
Then again, anything and everything was hard to sense. Hard to think. Keigo mightâve been talking, you couldnât tell or care. There was justâÂ
âglass in my hand.â
The pain of your present, weeping wounds shouldâve felt sobering, like the echoings of your surgery when you put pressure on your healing leg.Â
But it wasnât.
The sting trailed up your arm, eating at your nerves and bone marrow like biting ants and hungry mosquitos.
You wished you couldâve reacted but all you could think of was that wasâ
âglass in my hand.â
...
...
The teashop.Â
Everything was okay there.Â
Keigo would come in for his drink, youâd make it, youâd flirt, and everything was okay. Heâd give you his pretty laugh, youâd watch the blush grow on his cheeks.Â
...
The tea shop wasnât an open-wired husk, covered in SHATTERED GLASS glass and ruined. There was no shadowy villain that sprayed GLASS glass into your leg. There was no injury, there was no agony in Keigoâs voice when he first saw you on the cement.Â
He never left you in the back room, quaking and cut.
Your quirk never spun so hard in the place that was once a safe haven for you.
...
Keigo had never been bloodied in battle. Well, maybe, but you never saw it. You didnât keep yourself awake with nightmares, caring when you shouldnât have. You didnât ever accidentally brand the image of him with a crooked arm and bloody cheeks into the front of your mind.Â
All that there wasâÂ
âglass in hand.â
Simple as that.Â
...
Your chest was burning, like phosphorus and liquified iron were being poured down your throat to settle and flattening you to the floor.Â
Everything was okay.
You spun
 â(Y/N).â
 Keigo.
 ...
 God, he was fucking dumb.Â
âThereâs glass in my hand.â
It all clicked, and Keigo felt a roll of anxiety wash through him.Â
Tears rolled down your cheeks, your mouth open as you took harsher and harsher breaths.
Fuck.
Keigo would kick himself for not recognizing the scope of it, you, faster.
He sent a feather to silence the TV, another to grab a nearby dish towel, gently wrapping it around your wrist from the bottom. With the most tender touch he could, he covered your hand and forearm.
âThereâs glass in my hand.â
You choked on your own breath, free arm wrapping around your stomach.
Keigo knew touching you could make this all worse, so he tested the waters with a gentle palm on your shoulder.
You didnât flinch or tense, but you didnât lean into it.
Good enough.
Keigo shucked off his heavy coat, quick as he could, sending his feathers to scatter away and across the tile below. He rested in on your shoulders, watching your reactions with the utmost intensity and a set jaw.
âT-thereâs glass in my hand.â
With all the tears clouding your eyes, it was no wonder you couldnât even see the wound covered. Not that you were properly in your skull, Keigo could tell that now.Â
He doubted there was much lucid about you.
Keigo shouldâve known better. Really. You were his angelâ his fucking dove. That protective instinct was so dispersed in his hero work, that them coming alive seeing you injured and panicking was jarring to the point of nausea.Â
Why had he ignored how you sounded so off on the phone? The weird behavior?
You were just a few weeks out from being in a significant villain attackâ Did Keigo really think hugs and kisses were going to mend the wounds he couldnât see? The ones he couldnât perceive?
He just had to do better, now.
 Something bore down on your shoulders. Weight.
Would you fall?
You remembered how your knees hit the hard floor of the teashop how SHATTERED GLASS glass had dug into your kneecaps. Maybe, they didnât feel like the same fiery insects burrowing in the nerve-endings of your handsâ no, those had felt like thin, metal toothpicks, shooting through the bone like it was a threadbare sheet and not solid.
Something soft pressed against your cheeks.
It sent blessed, blessed heat through your body. The smellâ like honey and sweet cream filled your mouth like a gulp of holy water. It warmed the back of your tongue, familiar and sweet.
Keigo.
You remembered him that terrible day too. How good, and solid he was. How his heartbeat was the tempered drum you needed to even attempt to grasp the frayed threads of objective reality through the chaos, shouts, and SHATTERED GLASSâÂ
âThereâs glass in my hand.â
âI know.â
His voice.Â
Similar sensations, the same warmth, like a heavy, quilted blanket wrapped around you. Maybe a hearth, rolling in the late night as a late autumn night rolled byâÂ
You were being pulled down, physically.Â
It scared you.
âNo!â
It came out as shriek like SHATTERED GLASS angry nails against your ears, spitting bile up from the soles of your feet.
The heat washed over you again, âItâs just me, angel. Iâve got you.â
You trusted it, implicitly.Â
You sank, expecting the same pins to shred your knees again like they had back then.Â
Expect, it didnât.Â
Rather, slowly, you end up on the ground, on your bottom.
 Keigo guided you to the floor with the help of some feathers and words of encouragement, not even attempting to get you back to the couch.
He sat you between his own outstretched legs, coaxing you to lean back into his chest. Keigo kept a careful watch on your hand, bracing you at the forearm as to not aggravate the wounds more than necessary.Â
It took a moment, but you fell against him. Your breathing was still harsh and ragged, but at least you werenât trying to keep standing.
Tentatively, Keigo wrapped his arms around your waist. You didnât react negatively, so he took it another step further, resting his forehead against the back of your neck.
â(Y/N), breath with me,â he asked, keeping his voice soft. âJust listen to my voice okay?â
He counted his breaths, keeping them slow and methodical. Considering how his own heart was exploding like a miswired bomb, he needed it as well.Â
Even if it took a while for it to catch in your skull, Keigo kept at it.Â
...
Keigo was good.Â
The images of him bloody and smiling were still bright.
But, he was good.
He was attached to the heat and sweetness around you. It was distracting.Â
Nice.
âJust like that, nice and steady, youâre doing so well, dove.â
He was good.
Slowly, the pains and barbs around your body dulled, at least by a few fractions.
The lump of panic lodged in your throat eroded and left your belly oddly-weighted and uncomfortable. Though, it was marginally better than whatever you were feeling before.
Slowly becoming aware of your body (and the one so close), you shifted to rest your cheek against Keigoâs temple as your quirk quieted a few decibels.Â
You sagged back into him, tears at a steady drip, but nothing like they were.
âKeigo?â You asked hoarsely.Â
He shifted, your teeth shattering as the movements of his muscles felt like so much so close to your own.
He flickered his kind, golden gaze to you, âYes?â
âThereâs glass in my hand.â
The words nearly fired you up again, a sob burying itself like a shortsword in your breast, your head tilting to look-
Keigo squeezed around your waist, a wide feather coming up to shield your face from what you both knew youâd see, âThere is, dove. Do you have a first aid kit? Let me patch it up for you.â
Did you really want to see your bloodied hand? The mental image of it still felt so fresh.Â
It all felt like too muchâÂ
âDove? Stay with me, (Y/N),â Keigo carefully laid his hand around your jaw. âFirst-aid kit?â
âOh,â You blinked, focusing back on him again. âUnder the bathroom sink.â
...
 Keigo was careful not to let you slip away again.
He kept talking, keeping his voice low and soft as he set you onto the couch to clean your hand. The feather shield turned to cover your eyes as needed.
Your hand mightâve looked worse simply due to the white dishrag bleeding red.
He was quick to patch it, bandaging it and wrapping as needed. Heâd made sure to tuck your favored plushie, the one heâd gifted you, into your free arm as he did.
He sat between your spread legs, on his knees, as morning light shifted in from the open balcony window. It mightâve seemed intimate to an onlookerâ maybe it was.
That was a later thought.Â
Finally, hand wrapped confidently and securely in medical tape, Keigo sat back, the feather shielding your eyes floating back to his reassembled wings.
You still didnât look well, maybe worse than used-up and hollowed as before.
Slowly, your injured hand twitched, grabbing Keigoâs wrist and pulling him to the couch.
You tugged him into your lap, burying your face in the front of the shirt of his hero costume.
Keigo settled on top of your thighs, wrapping his wings around the two of you as he buried his nose in your hair.
âWeâre okay.â
It was so soft, Keigo hardly heard it.
âWe are, dove.â He kept his voice equally quiet, reverent in the gold of the morning. He pulled back to settle and meet your gaze. âYouâre safe. Iâm safe. Weâre safe.â
You squeezed around his hips, pulling him closer in the crimson canopy, âYou sure?â
âPositive.âÂ
There was a moment of stillness, then shrillness.Â
The ringtone of Keigoâs phone screamed from the pocket of his jacket that you still had around your shoulders.Â
You jolted, pushing yourself deeper into Keigo and wincing, the sound undoubtedly shredding your oversensitive mind and body.
He quickly grabbed it from the pocket, ending the call.
âDo you have to leave?â You asked, weak against him sternum.
Keigo shot off a text, silencing the phone sans emergency alerts and tossed it near his shoes at the door.Â
âNo, Iâm not. Iâm taking the day off,â Keigo spoke words he truly thought he never would.Â
âAre you sure?â He knew you knew he was busy.
âYeah,â Keigo replied quietly, tugging you as close as he could. âI would never leave you like this, (Y/N). Never.â
âYouâve got important shit to do,â you fought, weakly, still melting against him.Â
âI do,â Keigo emphasized, cupping your face in his hands. âYou know what that is?â
You didnât answer, eyes flickering away, something fragile bore in your eyes.Â
âKeeping you safe.â Keigo stroked over your cheeks, letting his softest, most careful smile grow. âIâm new to it, but one thing Iâm sure of is that Iâm supposed to be here when you need me. And I want to be.âÂ
âYou do keep me safeââÂ
âThen, I havenât done a great job of helping you feel that way,â He kissed your forehead, quickly hushing you.Â
You were trembling beneath him, unsure of what to say.Â
Quiet as he could, Keigo spoke once more, the words sounding almost like breath, âIâm sorry I pushed you away. Let me be here, now.â
Truthfully, endlessly, you wanted nothing more. Youâd get a therapist, or something, to help with the more pressing, far back concern of obvious trauma.
But now, in the early morning of your golden-lit apartment?
You just wanted Keigo to stay.
You just wanted to fall into him, both you being okay, the only red stains being that of Keigoâs crimson feathers that you adored so much.
He felt solid, as he always had.
You leaned into him.Â
âCan we nap?â You interrupted your own hush, voice nearly breaking with tired tears. âI didnât sleep well.â
âI donât imagine you did,â Keigo winced internally, remembering you mustâve felt horrible since the night prior. âCome on, dove.â
Keigo helped you to your room, gently assisting you in moving aside your plushies. You sipped some stale water from your bedside, a few of his feathers refilling it for you as you were undoubtedly dehydrated.Â
You sat back on the duvet, Keigo quickly gathering you into his arms, head against his chest. His feathers dispersed around the room, only the small roots remained to be pressed into the sheets.Â
 It was the calm after the storm, mangled pieces surfaced and bobbing on the water of both your minds. But, they could be sorted and dealt with properly later. For now, you settled, blessedly, in the comfort of each other. The shattering thunder was an echo, quieted by the others presence and slow breaths.
 The steady thrum of his heart in your ear was the final bit of calm you needed. The blackout curtains of your room kept it dark, light with the tiniest fairy lights across the seam of your walls and ceiling barely giving enough light to cast shadows. Your quirk was properly dormant, though you still felt frazzled.
You were exhausted, but not done yet.Â
âKeigo?â You asked softly.Â
He immediately squeezed your intertwined hands, the one laid over his navel, âYes?â
âIâm sorry I got like that, about seeing you hurt,â It was such a soft admission, unnecessary, but you didnât let Keigoâs inhale stop you. âI know, I donât need to apologize, but Iâm still going to.â
You sat up a bit, body aching as you faced Keigo.
His lips were parted, half-ready to speak, to comfort you, but you needed to be there for both of youâ if only for a moment.
âI also know itâs part of the reality of your job. Itâs just hard, seeing someone you love hurt, whether it's necessary or otherwise.â
You both noticed your word choice.
Your lip wobbled as you stroked his cheek, rubbing your thumb over the curves of his face. He looked younger like this, more like his age, eyes widening and soft and truly vulnerable, as terrifying as the prospect was.Â
 âYou donât need to be sorry. I understand,â Keigo assured you, voice shaking as he tugged you down and closer. âIt is hard. I didnât realize how hard until now.âÂ
His breath caught in his chest, followed by sniffling as he buried his face in your hair.Â
You entangled your legs with him, the weight of your boot a solemn reminder.
âIt was more than that too.â
You both knew what you were referring to.Â
Keigo squeezed you, so hard it almost hurt. You swore you could feel a few stray tears of his wet your scalp, âAnd thatâs okay.â
Your eyes stung, âIt was all so scaryâ â
You muffled yourself against Keigoâs neck as you clung to each other.Â
âI know, but itâs okay now. Youâre safe, safest you could ever be,â Keigo assured you, the wobble in his voice almost disguised. He rubbed at the tension in your lower back, âItâs okay to be scared, however that is and whenever that is, but do you feel me next to you?â
âY-yeah.â A soft admission.
âThen youâre safe.â
You believed him, implicitly.Â
 You simply held each other for a while.Â
 âAre you just better at coping with all of this?â You asked, the joke feeling light after so much heaviness.Â
âIâd say repressing, but âcopingâ works too.â
You snorted, gently.Â
Keigo stroked up your back, touch like a washing, warm undertow that you were happy to be caught up in.
âIâm sorry for not understanding sooner,â Keigo squeezed, mind drifting unconsciously back to his own past, of that heâd rather forget and most of the time did. âI know itâs hard to communicate, and I canât imagine what it's like with your quirk. Iâm supposed to be smart about this shit, but it looks like I have some work to do, huh?â
âYou couldnât have known. Just adjusting, you know? Communicating and learning,â You replied, squeezing him. âYou care so much, Keigo. I can tell.â
Keigo went silent and tense.
âHow?â
It was a question posed to both you and himself.
 You thought for a moment, through the thousands of moments youâd collected over the months, so many concentrated in the last few weeks.
âItâs how you feel, you know?â
He remained silent, though he knew what you meant.Â
You felt your tongue rest in your mouth, activating your spent quirk for just a moment and savoring Keigoâs sweetness.
âYou taste like honey. Like, warmth on a cold day. Every time you touch me, I feel like I could be anchored in the worst storm, and you wouldnât shiver, let alone falter.â
Keigo remained silent, squeezing you and burying his face in your hair.
âWhenever you look at me,â you spoke so softly, the words mightâve broken in the air itself, âyour eyes soften from solid gold to warm honey. Every time. From that first time, you walked in the shop.â
He remained silent, though his trembling spoke volumes and tomes.Â
âI can tell you care, Keigo. In so many ways. I canât ever forget.â
 Keigo had never felt so deeply, he was sure of it.
Heâd never felt the blessed heat youâd given him, so many times, with your words, and sweetness, and kind smiles before.Â
Heâd never been cherished like a person before.
He was sure that heâd never cared so endlessly and with all of himself before for another being.
The premise terrified him for a moment.
But, all it took was a quick glance down at the tangling of your bodies in the low glow of the room for any fear to melt away.Â
You were right there with him, the same way he was there for you.Â
 Keigo finally spoke, pulling your face up to his.
Your eyes met, every part of the two of you turning to mush in the hold of the other.Â
You both felt okay.
And, really, truly, looking into the molten core of him, you felt safe.Â
So did he.Â
Keigo stroked his thumbs over your cheeks, brows creasing like he was holding back fat tears, âI love you so much, you know? I donât think I couldnât.â
Something, like a steady, new flameâÂ
Something, like all the heat you and Keigo shared (and would come to share) lit through you bothâÂ
Like the gentle sun being born once again between the two of you, framed in red feathers and softness.Â
You replied truthfully, with all of you, burying yourself in him as he tucked into you.Â
âI love you too, Keigo.âÂ
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The witches wrath (1/3)
Tommy Shelby X fem witch reader
Summary: You meet Thomas when you were just a little girl travelling as a gypsyâŚ
Words: 2.3k
Warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking
A/N: This doesn´t follow the plot of the show really
Halloween Masterlist
 You´ve met Thomas Shelby when you we´re eight- he was ten at the time- when his parents took him, Arthur and Baby John to the first Gypsy party ever. You stayed out of town from Birmingham with your trailers, back then you were a large group of gypsies, almost 50 people. People back then weren´t too bothered by you, not like today. Of course, from time to time there were some numbskulls who bore hatred towards the gypsies, but things were different back then.
They used to shout my name, now they whisper it.
He remembered the exact moment he saw you for the very first time like it was yesterday. He and Arthur had his first beer- he chuckled thinking back when today only whisky made him feel that way- and he sat by the fire. The cold night didn´t seem to bother any of the people, women danced in short skirts with tinkling jewelry and when his eyes glided through the crowd, he spotted you. You stood across him and he saw you through the flames- how ironic he thought. He saw you in flames for the first and for the last timeâŚ
You grinned at him devilish, waking a sense of adventures inside him like only you could do. He immediately followed you and watched you running through the rows of trailers. Then you disappeared, but he caught sight of a single candle shining from a trailer. Carefully he took the few stairs and then opened the door. A wave of heat hit him and he remembered the smoke from the build-in ovens rising above the small colony of gypsies. He remembered you sitting at the table, watching every move he made precisely, your hands softly grabbing the crystal ball, which mysteriously glowed purple.
âDo you want me to read your future?â He was unsure what to say, nervously he nodded and sat down across from you. You wore a headband with jewelry that hung over your forehead. Even back then there was smudged eye makeup that made your eyes shine in the dark.
âI see great fortune in your future, Thomas Shelby.â He opened his mouth, wanting to ask you about his name, but then kept quiet. Chills ran over his skin. âBut it´ll be hard to get there, a long way is ahead of you. Don´t forget to seek your family in difficult times, they will always stand behind you supporting.â
 For a long time, you two were inseparably, constantly hanging around each other. His family, especially his brothers were first unsure about you, but they quickly learned to mess with you. Even Aida found a liking in you, since you often braided her hair.  His father loved you. He loved the wild spirit gypsies had, just like you. He loved it because when he, Tommy and you took the horses out for a run, you didn´t need a side saddle. And when the horse went faster and faster, you stretched out your arms, embracing the wind. Smelling the scent after rain had fallen. Closing your eyes and feeling sincere freedom. They admired that about you, Tommy and his father. âGet a hold of her, Tommy, ey? You gotta keep a girl like her!â He often told his son and Tommy would dutifully nod. Tommy admired your sense for adventures, he couldn´t even remember how often you had gotten him in trouble. But he remembered that every damn time, you had found a way out. Every single time. He still didn´t know how you had talked him in to stealing a horse, or when a new mayor was elected you had exchanged the pig with a dead dog. On his birthday the school was unexpectedly cancelled. You had dressed Aida´s cat in doll´s cloth when little John didn´t stop crying. You had wandered with him for two days straight to find a crystal for his mother´s birthday present. His dad had taught you how to shoot and while you were a natural, Tommy needed a lot of practice. But not once you laughed about him. Not when you came to his house and Arthur had stolen his clothes. Not when he cried because an older boy had punched him. You punched back, because you always had his back. You were partners in crime.
But then the gypsies left town and so did you. It broke his father´s heart to see his son like this. Tommy didn´t eat for days. And every night you laid awake in your bed, wondering about young Thomas Shelby. Praying that one day you could go back to him. And you did, but the circumstances weren´t as you expected them.
In a blood moon night, men had overrun the colony, they killed almost all men and they had taken the women, often raping them. You had to run away, knowing that if you looked back, there would be nothing left but ashes. And so, you returned to Birmingham. As a broken young woman with no qualification for a job. All your hope laid on Thomas ShelbyâŚ
 Your hands were shaking when your finger finally grabbed the bell to ring. It sounded off key, emptier and not how you remembered. A young boy opened the door, first tears formed in your eyes. âJohn.â You sighed. The young boy didn´t recognize you. âYes?â He asked boldly. You chuckled. âIs Tommy here?â He nodded unsure and you followed him into the house. The smell of smoke laid thick in the air. You followed John to the kitchen and there sat they all. At the end of the table Tommy´s father, to his left Arthur, Thomas on his right. A young man with an angular face and piercing blue eyes. Aida sat on Arthur´s side and Polly ran around the kitchen. His father was just explaining something to him, when he realized a new person entering the room. Aida´s and Arthur´s fight also broke off and all of them suddenly stared at you. You had changed a lot over the years. You still had long hair, but it was now hidden under a scarf. Your face was denoted by a scar just above your eyes. It was also the eyes Tommy recognized. You had grown to a beautiful young woman and the minute his father saw you, his hope for Tommy to marry you, came back. But there was no smile on your red lips. âY/n?â He asked confused. You couldn´t hide the pain behind your eyes. âHello Thomas.â He still could read you. He knew you didn´t want them to see you cry. Immediately he jumped off his chair and a hand laid on your back while he pushed you in his room. You broke down in tears and he sat down next to you, his arms embracing you. He had missed you; it was undeniable. But over the years he had gotten used to it, used to being without you. But now you were back and he felt a missing piece coming back. âWhat happened?â He asked quietly. âThey´re all gone.â You sobbed while inhaling his scent so deeply, hoping you would forget the horrifying pictures in your head. âWe were close to the border to Scotland when more people started to riot against us. One night, men came and the killed our men and they took the women.â He pulled away, his hands grabbing your face.  A sudden wave hit his body, his stomach had this tightening feeling, that he couldn´t quite get a grip on. âDid they hurt you?â You shook your head. âI was able to flee.â He nodded and embraced you again. âI don´t know what to do. I have nothing left.â You then finally admitted after a long break of silence. âYou have me.â
 He was right, he still had your back and you were endlessly thankful. Within a few months you were able to open a shop with healing herbs and medicine. And with the help of the Peaky Blinders, people more and more accepted you. You often helped rather poor workers who couldn´t afford a real doctor. And the shop filled you with hope. Hope for a new beginning.
It must have been three months after you moved to Birmingham, you just closed the shop for today. The night was already settling in, giving you cold shivers. You locked the door and packed the key away. When turning a man suddenly appeared. Surprised you recognized Tommy. âGeez Tommy! You scared me to death!â He chuckled lowly, a cigarette hanging loosely from the corner of his mouth. You could see the smoke in the soft shine of a lantern evaporating in the night sky. You smelled the bitter scent of whisky, he had been drinking. âWhat is it, Tom?â You asked while starting to walk. Your small flat was twenty minutes away from the shop and the walks often helped you clear your mind. And since you had moved there was one particular thing that was very often on your mind. Thomas Shelby himself. Of course, you had realized the man he had become and you admired him. He was brave, courageous and smart, sometimes bold but always reading the situations right. But not only his traits, but physical as well. His strong jawline, his bewitching blue eyes, his full lips. You both had grown up and you cursed at yourself every time your thoughts slipped. He was your best friend. âCan I walk you home?â You laughed. âI don´t know, can you?â You grinned when he hearing his drunken accent. He loved your laugh. It was one of the few things that still seemed carefree about you. You tucked your arm into his and together you walked to your flat. For more than half of the time you were silent. It drove you crazy not knowing what exactly was on his mind. Drunk Tommy was fairly new for you. He was unpredictable, especially when he had too much. But you liked his rebellious side, you found it remarkable attractive. You were only a few minutes from your home away when he finally spoke up. âY/n?â âHm?â You hummed in response, acting like you hadn´t waited the past minutes for him to speak up about what he wanted. âYou know dad always hoped that we´d marry.â You huffed. âI know.â âDo you know I hoped so as well?â You stopped, looking up to his steel blue eyes. âWhat do you mean, Thomas?â And then, without a warning he leaned down and pressed his lips sloppily on yours. He wished he hadn´t been that drunk, that the first kiss wouldn´t be so messy. You pulled back, the action took you by surprise and stumbled a few steps back. He could´ve slapped himself. Good job, you fucked it up! âI´m sorry Y/n, I don´t know what has gotten into me.â You tried to calm down your breathing and after a few second you were able to look back into his eyes. âMaybe you should sleep off the whisky.â You suggested and he chuckled sadly. âYou´re right.â He was hurt and for once, he couldn´t show it to you. You had pulled back, you didn´t want him. And the worst part? He was relieved! He hated when he drifted off in the middle of a meeting just because he suddenly thought about you. He hated it because he was afraid. Damn right, Thomas Shelby was afraid. Afraid to lose his best friend.
He turned to leave, but suddenly you grabbed his arm. âMaybe⌠Maybe you shouldn´t go back on your own. You´re not in the best condition.â You admitted and smiled at him devilishly. Oh, how he had missed that smile. And then you pressed your lips against his. First, he didn´t respond, but when finally realizing that you were actually kissing him back, his hands cupped your face and pulled you closer. He literally pulled you off your feet and carried you to your flat. (You still don´t know how he did that.) But when arriving at the front door of your house he already pushed you against the doorframe, his kisses getting more passionate and less sloppy. While his kisses even travelled down your neck you fiddled the key into the keyhole and opened the door. You walked up the stairs, there was no light in the house. Under you lived an elderly woman who went to bed early. She seemed nice but if you were honest, you didn´t talk much with her. One hand laid on the railing while the other hand pulled Tommy up behind you. He didn´t know the house like you did, but he trusted you and followed you through the dark. When you finally entered your flat and you turned on a small candle, he could finally see your face again.
âDo you know how often I had thought about kissing you?â He admitted and you watched the flame reflect in his orbs. âWhy didn´t you do it?â He swallowed and pushed a strand of your hair, his finger travelling down the side of your face to your neck. âI was afraidâ, he admitted. You smiled softly, grabbing his face with both of your hands. âThomas Shelby, whatever happens, I will always be there for you, no matter what. I promise.â
 âI´ll come back, I promise.â Thomas nodded, his head leaning against yours. Tears had dried against your cheek, it didn´t help anymore. War had settled between humanity and desire for power and men were called to fight. âTommy, we gotta goâ, his father stepped to the two of you. To his right Arthur, fear and pain in his eyes. Neither of them wanted to go. âBring him back to me, will you?â You asked and he nodded, his eyes travelling to the ground. Tommy´s hands were still grabbing your waist, but you felt the cold when he left your starving touch. A last time, he pressed his lips on yours. âI love you, Y/N.â A sob escaped your lips again. âAnd I love you, Thomas Shelby and if you don´t come back, I´ll come and get you myself.â
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Go To Him
For the love of god will someone just take care of this boy -
CW: nightmare with body horror elements, anxiety, nausea, confusion and muddled thoughts, fever, the babe is generally â¨unwellâ¨, reference to grief for a parent, angst
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Shayne had dreamt of his voice since the first time Charlie had ever tried to comfort him. Ever since he learned that his name could be said with something other than disgust or reluctance, heâd heard himself being called from all corners of the earth as he slept. Ever since he learned that hands could be used for holding, not just for pinning down and hurting, heâd reached for them under the sheets, often failing to find them.
Ever since he started to consider that there was more to life than what heâd been raised for, his dreams had been in colour. This dream was green.
The grass was dark and glistening with fallen rain as clouds gathered and promised that more would fall. The freezing cold jar lay emptily in his hands, its weight boring into his skin and searing its meaning into him. This is what you are. His jaw ached from being unhinged, and it snapped sharply as he tried to stretch it out. The jar fell from his hands as he clutched at it, terrified that his whole head might fall apart under the force of the pain.
He wanted to call out for Charlie. He was scared and confused and hurting, and Charlie always seemed to ease those feelings.
But when his jaw clicked into place, he opened his mouth and he said his own name instead. Or rather, something said his name through his mouth, but it wasnât his voice.
âShayne,â it said softly, and he clutched at his own throat as something else grabbed at it from the inside. âLet me out.â
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He woke like heâd been stunned, lying rigid at the edge of the bed as his eyes stared widely across the room. For a moment â a nice one, in retrospect â he couldnât remember why heâd woken, but when he did, it hit hard.
He stumbled into the bathroom, hands shaking and shoulder colliding with the doorframe on the way. One hand was pressed to his stomach and he was already doubled over before he reached the toilet.
Get it out, get it out, get it out of me, he almost cried, forcing out sobs and dry heaves that jerked him further forward across the toilet seat. He realised that the it in his plea had almost been a him, heâd almost called the demon a him, a familiar him, a beloved him â
And then he remembered that it was a dream.
âFuck,â he gasped, closing his eyes in relief. The tension left him so quickly he swore he felt every one of his joints pop. It was a dream, it was a dream; there was nothing in his stomach that had the ability to talk back to him, and it was certainly not Charlie Two. Itâd been days since heâd even devoured a demon.
When he was able to stand, he leaned over the sink and sipped some running water, hoping it would calm his stomach rather than agitate it. In the mirror, he looked more washed-out than he usually did between devouring. His ears were ringing, and his chest hurt, probably from waking up with such intense anxiety. It was as though the nightmare had carved something out of him, left him longing in a way he wasnât used to, and the first thing he found when he followed that thread of emotion was Mum, I want my mum. A sharp pain rose in his throat at the thought and he quickly smothered it, and the next one was of Charlie.
Charlie. Something might have happened to him. Right? It made perfect sense in the moment, while his body was shaking, and his head felt like a swamp. Maybe the dream was supposed to be a sign or a warning or a â
And the next thought was so crazy and obvious that he shook his head at it, refused to meet his own gaze in the mirror, fearing he would all too easily talk himself out of it.
Go to him.
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Shayne was used to pain and general unpleasantness in his body. He was never surprised when a demon tried to claw its way out of him, turning his stomach and burning his throat with bile and making him throw up all kinds of crap as its essence broke up inside of him.
But he wasnât familiar with this different sort of ache that was crawling up his chest and throat. Instead of something that rushed like a waterfall, this was more like a glacier, sending chills through his organs and making him shudder involuntarily. He missed his bed and his hot water bottle. Hell, he would have accepted a burning-hot hug from Elliott if heâd been there. And he absolutely wished heâd worn something more than just a t-shirt and his leather jacket.
No doubt he was isolated on the train because people were taking one glance and deciding that he had some kind of plague. Not that he was complaining about that. What he could have complained about, however, was the swirling nausea in his belly that he couldnât find any relief from, the pressure in his head that made his ears ring, the grating agony in his lungs and throat. When he looked out the window at the dark countryside passing by, the undersides of his eyes were black in his reflection.
Finally, finally, he heard the name of a familiar stop. His legs were next to useless as he attempted to get to the door of the train, resting his head against a wall as he waited for it to stop, for the doors to open, and he damn-near almost fell asleep on his feet.
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Heâd forgotten his phone, he realised as he stood in the entranceway of the train station. Then again, he couldnât forget something heâd never intended to bring in the first place. The thought just hadnât occurred to him, not even while heâd been scribbling down a quick explanation for Felix and Elliott so that theyâd know where heâd gone.Â
He remembered the way to the Watersâ new house from the station, even though he had been in a car last time heâd come; but it was bucketing down rain and he didnât have so much as a hood to pull up.
He wondered if heâd have called Charlie at that point, if he could, and asked him to come and get him. Probably not. That would mean putting him out even more than he was already planning to.
The rain made itself part of his clothes so quickly he might as well have gone swimming in them.
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Evening was closing in on the housing estate when he got there, after what felt like hours but was probably only one in reality. The curtains were drawn in the front room, leaving a faint glow around the edges to indicate life inside. Shayneâs breath stuck in his throat as he stepped onto the porch, finally out of the downpour.
He couldnât believe how uncomfortable his eyes felt in his head, how high the pain had risen in his throat, how shaky his limbs were. He was starting to wonder if this whole day had been an extension of that messed-up dream. Charlie would know. Charlie would tell him why he was feeling like thisâŚÂ
Charlie would make it better...
The doorbell faded in and out of his vision, and the first time he reached for it, his palm touched the glass pane of the door instead. Shit. If his throat and mouth and chest hadnât felt so unbearably dry, heâd have thought he was about to throw up. It was stupid, actually, how dry and hot he felt inside while his outsides were drenched.
Shayne tried for the doorbell again, succeeding in ringing it this time. Doubt crept up his spine as droplets of rain fell from his hair and down his face. He was suddenly nervous on top of everything else, the sensation gnawing at his gut. He hadnât thought about what he was going to say; thinking usually felt like taking steps through his thoughts, but right now it was like trying to tread water with weights tied to his feet.
He folded his arms tightly around himself, grimacing against the urge to just curl up on the doorstep and cry until someone came to get him.
The door clicked as it unlocked.
âShayne!â Trevor exclaimed as he opened it. Shayne couldnât tell if it was a question or not. âWhat are â what are you doing here?â
Ingrid came to the door too, when she heard her husbandâs voice rise. Her eyes were wide and so was her mouth, as she pulled the front of her dressing gown more firmly around herself with folded arms.
âSweetie, itâs lashing rain!â she exclaimed, peering out past the doorstep as though checking the driveway and sidewalk for a car. âDid you walk here from the station?â
âI-I â yeah, I heard â I heard from Charlie⌠kind of, not really, and⌠and⌠well, it was a dream, but he was â I h-hurt him, or it - it was a demon, I just donât⌠I-I mean, I think it was just â just a nightmare, but theyâre â the demons, my foster parents, everythingâs â maybeâŚâ
Shayne heard it, he heard how awful his voice sounded through his battered throat, and how little sense he was making, but he couldnât seem to stop talking.
âAnd⌠and I had to see him, Iâm â I know itâs late and itâs n-not okay to just show up uninvited, but I was s-so fucking worried about â sorry. Shit, I-I didnât m-mean to swear just now, IâŚâ
Both their faces fell as he stopped talking, and his stomach did too.
âShayne, sweetie,â Ingrid said. âCharlie doesnât live here.â
It took the words a moment to penetrate the fog in Shayneâs head and click into place. The way the two of them were standing in the doorway suddenly made sense, their shoulders tensed and their bodies forming a barrier he couldnât cross. He wasnât a guy coming to see his friend, he was a guy trying to get into their home on a random, rainy night.
âHeâŚâ Shayne blinked and felt himself start to sway.
âHe didnât tell you?â Trevor demanded incredulously, the rise in his voice making Shayne flinch. âHe went back to Mulberry after the holidays. Heâs finishing school there.â
âI⌠no, heâsâŚâ Shayneâs skin tingled with hot-and-cold panic, his ears rang with in trouble, in trouble, youâre in trouble. He lowered his gaze, looking at how the rain lay in patches on the painted floorboards in the porch, carried there by the wind, or by him. âNo, Iâm â Iâm s-sorry, I didnât...â
He felt Charlieâs parents stare at him for a few moments longer before the embarrassment settled firmly in the pit of his stomach. And when it did, it made every hair on his body bristle, made the tears finally spring to his eyes, made his shoulders lift stiffly towards his ears.
âS-sorry,â he choked out, stepping back from the door. âI â Iâll justâŚâ
âSweetie,â Ingrid sighed, reaching into the rain to pull him back onto the porch. âAt least come inside and get dry. One of us will drive you back to the station.â
Shayne whimpered at the hand gripping his upper arm, fear crawling into the space where anger usually flared whenever he was grabbed. He was too exhausted to fight or struggle, and he didnât want to fight Ingrid anyway.
âOh, my god.â Ingrid lifted her hand, and Shayne flinched, the fog in his brain making him think that he was going to be slapped. Instead, she brushed back some dripping-wet hair, and rested a cool palm on his forehead. âTrev? I think heâs got a temperature.â
Trevor said something in response, but Shayne closed his eyes to all of it, unable to think about anything but the blissfully cool hand that was taken away again. If tears fell from his eyes, they were undistinguishable from the rainwater. The cold and the wet were seeping into his bones, his body getting ready to give up.
âDo you have a phone number for the people heâs staying with?â Trevor asked gently.
âNo, but I can look up the number for his foster parents ââ
âN-no,â he gasped, putting a hand to the wall again as his vision started to go black. âN-no, no, no, no, you ca-canât call Madelyn, donât call Madelyn, donât tell her where I am, sheâll huâ I-I canât let her find you, I canât⌠canât let her hurt CharlieâŚâ
âAlright, come on, son. Come on, no â no, no, donât collapse just yet. There you go, come onâŚâ
There were hands on him again, but there wasnât anything left for him to care with. All he knew was that those hands werenât Charlieâs, they werenât his mumâs, and that second thought stuck in the back of his throat like a shard of glass.
He was vaguely aware of being led through the house, remembered noticing when the sound of the rain faded softly into the background instead of pelting down all around him. He was handed a towel and pyjamas and shown to the bathroom, all of it tinged in warm pink tones and cold shivers. He remembered saying yes when they asked if he would be okay by himself; he was always okay by himself. He was used to being okay by himself. He wouldnât ask for anything more, because asking led to â
âIâll be right outside the door if you need anything.â Ingridâs hand on his shoulder, her face slowly coming into focus for all of a few seconds. âOkay?â
ââKay,â he whispered, the shard tightening in his throat as she left him alone in the bathroom and shut the door. His clothes were dripping, and sank heavily as he put them on the floor. The shower was already running for him, not hot enough to produce a lot of steam. Still hotter than what got at either of his vampire-run homes.
Shayne lost his breath for a moment, feeling so dizzy he thought he might pass out. He could only manage to stand under the water long enough to be sure the rainwater was washed off. The pyjama pants and hoodie that heâd been given smelled just like Charlie, which he couldnât decide was better or worse than nothing at all. They felt crisp against his skin, he instantly knew theyâd been tumble-dried.
âAre you okay?â Ingrid called through the door not long after heâd shut the water off.
âFine,â he tried to say, but the word caught in the back of his throat and he coughed, wondering for a second if he was about to be sick. He turned towards the sink, hands shaking as he held onto it, but the clenching in his chest had nothing to do with his stomach, and everything to do with his lungs, which felt like they had a mixture of feathers and pins thrashing inside of them.
âSweetie?â Ingrid pushed the door open a few inches. âAre you dressed? Can I come in?â
âYeah, I-IâmâŚâ Shayne tried to clear his throat, though he only succeeded in making his voice even more gravelly. âIâm fine, sorry.â
Ingrid put out an arm for him to hold onto as he eased himself away from the sink. He head felt like it was being balanced on a toothpick.
âLetâs get you settled in Charlieâs bed,â she said, and it took a moment for Shayne to remember that Charlie wouldnât actually be there. âYou can sleep here tonight, but we have to contact someone and let them know where you are. Wonât your aunts be worried about you?â
âI left ââ Shayne winced and swallowed back the urge to cough again, not wanting to unleash whatever he was carrying so close to Ingrid. âLeft a m-message for⌠my cousin.â
âAlright,â Ingrid said, though she sounded dubious. âIf youâre feeling better tomorrow, Iâll drive you back to the train station.â
Shayne wondered what was going to happen if he didnât feel better in the morning, because right then it felt like his brain was never going to go back to the way it had been before it had become a dense, foggy wasteland for his thoughts. He had no idea how he got up the stairs, or which of Charlieâs parents had brought him a cup of hot lemon for his throat, or at what point the tears started again, because all of a sudden he was in the middle of crying softly into a pillow that was quickly losing its pleasantly cool temperature, and he wanted his mum.
âShayne.â Trevorâs weight dipped the side of the mattress slightly. Once again, hearing his name in a stern voice made Shayneâs anxiety spike right up, skewering everything else he was feeling.
He jumped when Trevor touched his shoulder from outside the duvet, a nervous whimper scraping at his throat.
âItâs okay, itâs okay,â Trevor assured him, holding a mobile phone out towards him. âHere. Itâs Charlie.â
âCharlie?â Shayneâs vision blurred a little as he tried to focus on the phone. âCan⌠Can I talk to him?â
âYeah, thatâs why Iâm giving you the phone, son.â
Shayneâs hands were shaking as he untangled an arm from the duvet. He took the phone and held it to his ear, watching as Trevor smiled and got to up leave. He held his breath for a moment, silence tickling his nerves, before some part of his fog-addled brain remembered that the person picking up the phone had to say something to let the other person know they were there.
âHello,â he said in a tiny voice that still managed to strain his vocal cords.
âShayne!â Charlie gasped on the other end of the phone. âLovely, I canât â I canât believe you went to my parentsâ place. Holy shit, are â are you okay?â
âN-noâŚâ Shayneâs chest ached with something beyond sickness, the shivering starting up again at the sound of Charlieâs voice, probably intensified by nerves and adrenaline. âI n-needed⌠I thought youâd be h-here.â
âI know,â Charlie whispered, sounding like he was almost in tears himself. âI know, I know, lovely. Iâm so, so sorry. Iâm going to drive up first-thing tomorrow. Okay?â
âMmm.â Shayneâs eyes closed of their own accord at the mention of sleep, his bones and his head aching to just be allowed to relax without trying to think or react to anyone. Meanwhile, his heart was clenched tight with the need to have Charlie there, to have Charlie now, and he gritted his teeth in frustration at himself. âSorry Iâm so⌠selfish, and childish, I-I â I donât know what I was⌠thinkingâŚâ
âSelfish?â
âI want you,â Shayne breathed, burying his head lower on the pillow, blocking his own view of the room. âA-and my mum, I want my mum, CharlieâŚâ
Charlieâs breath hitched on the phone, and he took a moment longer than usual to reply. Shayne fought back a sob, knowing that it was going to be a big one if it ever saw the light of day. He couldnât be sure, but he couldnât remember ever voicing those words before.
âShayne, thatâs â thatâs not selfish. Okay? I promise. I â I love you so much, and Iâm so fucking sorry Iâm not there⌠I shouldnât have lied to you about moving.â
Shayne tried to hold in the sob a little longer, but couldnât stop his breath from hitching as coughs wracked his lungs and his frame too.
Charlie gave a quiet whimper at the sounds. âAre you okay?â
âSorry,â Shayne choked out, brushing his cheek against the top sheet to dry off some of the tears. The phone was starting to feel clammy between his hand and his cheek. âI just really⌠donât feel good.â
âYou donât have to be sorry.â
As he got his breathing under control, the sharpness of the chest pains faded back into a dull, scratchy ache. Shayne focused on the crisp white duvet that swallowed him almost all the way to the top of his head, on the glow from the touch-activated lamp on the bedside locker, which turned the magnolia walls a soft orange. There was a strange sort of quiet, the kind that lingered after a door was closed and voices hushed. A deliberate, crafted quiet.
âGod,â Charlie whispered down the phone. âI wish I was there. I wish I could hold your hand right now.â
âMmm,â Shayne agreed, though he reckoned his fingers wouldnât have had the strength to stay furled around Charlieâs. What he really wanted was Charlieâs body curled around his back, and his arms holding onto him until the shaking stopped. Just the idea of it, and the presence of his voice - that voice - was like an extra layer of warmth between his skin and the bedsheets.
âIâm in bed, too... Iâm going to stay on the phone until you drift off.â Charlieâs voice was falling into softer and softer whispers by the second. âAnd if you go for a nice, long sleep, Iâll be there when you wake up.â
Part Two: Charlie
#sickfic#fever fic#angst fic#OC sickfic#my OCs#sick boys#fever#nausea#headache#rain whump#caught in the rain trope#grief mention#hurt and comfort#hurt comfort#hurt comfort fic#sick Shayne#long post#long fic
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Loyalty - Klaus Mikaelson
Summary: When you help Klaus Mikaelson to turn hybrids, the rewards you reap from the original are perfection.
Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)
Inspired by: https://twitter.com/malethirst/status/1196817642251669505?s=21
You sat in a booth of the Mystic Grill, not ordering anything, just mulling over what had occurred in your life that had led you up to here. As a longtime friend of The Council, you knew of supernatural entities existing and the potential threat they exposed to Mystic Falls. You thought nothing of it until The Salvatore Brothers: Damon and Stefan let their infatuation with Elena Gilbert seep into the town & after that, things had been occurring left, right and centre. One of these things that had a profound affect you was Klaus Mikaelson. The feared Original took over Alaric Saltzmanâs body to get to grips with the town, and in order to remain inconspicious, started a friendship with you. Whilst posing as Alaric, he made you think of Klausâs actual motivations of activating his wolf side and being able to turn hybrids: He was lonely, sick and tired of being the only one of his kind. So when Klaus did return to his original body, you made sure to keep tabs on him, just in case he needed you, also because he looked hot in his real form, but that would be something for another time in your dreams, you had to be professional with Klaus.
After a long winded absence he popped up in Mystic Falls with Stefan & Rebekah, the latter being his sister and the night they returned you assisted Klaus in making the link between Elenaâs blood and turning the hybrids, inadvertently saving Tyler Lockwoodâs life at the same time. Elena and her pack of friends Caroline & Bonnie, were utterly furious and you were sure Alaric would make sure The Council would cut you off from anything further with them. Which led you to right here & now, trying to think of your next step. Would you be exiled from Mystic Falls? Where would you go? Would you ever see Klaus again? You were so wrapped up in thought that you didnât notice the pair of feet stepping through the bar until you saw Klaus standing across from you âWell Hello Y/N, what are you doing at the Mystic Grill at this hour?â You wondered whether you should tell him or try and play it off in a humorous way, you decided with the former âPondering over tomorrow, Elena and her friends hate me & The Council wonât want me around. Iâm worried by helping ypu, Iâve ruined the perfect life Iâve made for myself, and while you become the hybrid, I become the outcastâ You didnât notice you had been silently crying until Klaus leant forwards, running his hand down your face, drying it âLove, I want you to listen to what I say next because itâs important. Fuck them, you made the right decision to help me, I have my new pack, I have my ripper & Iâll take you in with me, donât worry. Donât spend time on them, they wonât matter in a few hundred years but what you have helped me achieve tonight, will last forever.â You smiled up at Klaus, his promise made you feel better, like you were at home with someone you cared about. âWe should really celebrate you and I this evening.â he snapped his fingers for a waiter, before compelling the poor soul to make a whole bunch of food that would be tricky to make at this time of night due to fatigue. Whilst he did this you sat across from the hybrid, transfixed at his beauty, his eyes, dimples, the feint outline of a tattoo on his upper chest, Klaus Mikaelson was just perfect. Having finished with the waiter, Klaus turned round to you âMind if I sit here in the booth with you love?â you shook your head & you moved down, Klaus talong his seat next to you.
You spent the next few hours having an amazing conversation with Klaus, in admits the Chips, Pizza & Garlic Bread sent to the table, Klaus told you stories of old, about the creation of New Orleans, about times with Stefan, you found yourself entranced by his words, paying close attention to each story. As the night dragged on, you began to get sleepy and forgetting you werenât in your bedroom instead of a restauraunt, you laid your head down on Klausâs shoulder, âWell well love, thank goodness you finally made the first move.â Remembering where you were, you withdrew from Klaus âNo Klaus, Iâm a bit tired, I should head homeâ Klaus however held a finger to his lips and you obediently fell silent âY/N, I know your sleepy, I can smell it, but thereâs more than that coming from you. Thereâs a hint of lust there as well, itâs been there since we met. You want me, donât you?â You gulped, whilst you were thinking this isnât how you thought this would go down, a part of you cursed yourself because of course being part Vampire, Klaus could smell your scent, now you had to make a choice about how best to handle the situation you had gotten into. Deciding to rip the bandaid off, you cleared your throat and began âWell Klaus, I guess Iâve felt in love ever since you conversed with me as Alaric, something struck me about the conversation. I cared about your story, about what you had to go through, how strong it made you. And all of this, got me to realise that I love you Klaus Mikaelson.â you took a deep breath, weights finally thudding off your shoulders and looked to Klaus, whom had been transfixed on you ever since you started talking. âNiklausâ he said as he reached you, and you looked confused âWhat?â you inquired âYou deserve to know and say my full name: Niklaus Mikaelson. Take my hand Y/N.â you did as he asked and felt a sudden whooshing combined with blurred vision, until you made it inside of a room. you had barely registered the bed at the end of the room when Klaus kissed you passionately, wrapping his hand around your head to deepen it. The heat and the passion was mind blowing, and you leaned into the kiss giving just as much back to Klaus, this had been something youâd waited for, he was going to get your full treatment.
Klaus broke the kiss after a while, panting, clearly riding the high of it âI love you Y/N. Iâve been in love ever since I saw you, I thought Iâd rip through Mystic Falls, take what I wanted and leave, but when I saw you and I knew I had to have you eventually. You understood me, were prepared to protect me no matter what, because you cared about me. Iâve lived for a thousand years, seen many beautiful things, but Y/N, nothing compares to how incredible you are.â you felt like crying again, but this time out of happiness rather than distress, however this was soon forgotten as you were pushed into the bed at supernatural speed by Klaus. As you laid out on the soft bedding, Klaus began to remove his clothes and you, bit your lip, intending to enjoy the show. As soon as he removed his pants and you saw his dick, you let a soft cry come from your mouth and Klaus grinned âMany a lover has had a similar reaction to you. Do you want to become more aquainted with my cock? Do you want to taste it?â Deciding to go on the spur of the moment, you ran your tongue up his length, the hybrid gasping as your warm mouth connected with his cock. After some teasing, you began to suck him deep, and as expected, he tasted incredible. Klaus threw his head back and let breathy moans escape him âOh Y/N, thatâs right. Suck me off love.â With the added encouragement, You ran over his veins and the tip, tasting his delicious precum. All that could be heard was slurping as you took him deeper in your mouth, you now began to rub his balls causing him to moan into you ear, a sound you wanted to hear as many times as you could. Suddenly, Klaus pulled away and pushed you onto the bed, before mounting you âI want you Y/N, I want to be inside you. Open your legs, let me fuck you.â You didnât wait to be asked twice and did as he asked, once your legs were opened with your asshole on display, Klaus immediately thrusted his cock into you.
You both let out a loud cry, you from being stretched open by Klausâs big member, Klaus from how your walls clenched around him, so tight, yet so snug and perfect. He peppered your neck in kisses so as to calm you down âGod! Your hole is pulsing love, keeps urging me to fuck it deeper, harder.â He emphasised his point with several thrusts which made you grip the bedsheets and whimper in pleasure. The sensation of being filled with Klausâs cock was so intense, everything else was blinded to you but the beautiful hybrid above you, and inside you. It was like you were on cloud nine, trapped between the softness of the bed and Klausâs body as his cock pulsated inside you as he made love to you so powerfully and passionately. You ran your hands down his chest and back, getting to grips with the man you had loved for so long, and relishing in being naked with him while he was buried inside you, fucking you to within an inch of your life. âFuck Klaus, so goodâ you got out and he smiled âThatâs what a thousand years of experience does to you love, God Iâm glad I get to show you all Iâve learned.â You slowly began to get enough strength to push yourself up a bit and began to kiss Klaus again, him returning it with similar passion, you now riding the inmortal hybrid, drawing up and slamming back down on him, making you both moan. As Klaus began to lick down your neck, an idea crossed your thoughts âDrink from me Klausâ
He looked down at you âLove, are you sure you want me to?â You nodded and seductively responded âI want you to taste me Niklausâ this use of his first name so passionately did it, dark veins formed under Klausâs eyes, which were now glowing a bright yellow colour as he roared out his monstorous pleasure and sunk his fangs deep into you. He buried into you deeper, colliding harder into your prostate than before as he began to feast on you, you whimpered out your cries of pleasure as you began to dig your nails into his back for leverage. You could feel the feintest traces of blood on your fingertips as Klaus drank your blood, snarling carnally as he gulped you down. Klaus eventually withdrew, blood running down his face, and out of instinct you moved closer to Klaus and licked his face clean, before kissing him, tipping your head back so that the blood tipped down his throat, continuing to sate his bloodlust. As dominant as Klaus could be, his thrusts were starting to become sloppier, a sign any human could recognise that he was close âY/Nâ Klaus groaned and you looked deep into his beautiful blue eyes âCome with me.â He moaned softly, the amount of desire that coursed through you at this point was so high, vampires outside of Mystic Falls could probably smell it. You fell back onto the bed and wrapped your legs around Klaus, letting the hybrid sink deeper as he fucked into you helping you get closer to the edge until finally, you both tipped over. You formed an o with your mouth as your load splashed out onto your chest as Klaus cried out his orgasmic release as he released his seed inside of you. You stayed like this for a while before Klaus pulled out and fell next to you his hands snaking over you âStay with me tonightâ, you would have retorted that of course you would, but after orgasm, the waves of drowsiness in the Mystic Grill returned in full force, and all you could do before you went to sleep was curl into the hybrid, kiss him softly on the lips and say âI love you Niklaus Mikaelsonâ, as you feintly drifted off, you heard Klaus say âI love you too Y/Nâ which was the final stroke, and sent you to sleep.
#Klaus Mikaelson#Male Reader#Klaus Mikaelson x Male Reader#Klaus Mikaelson Smut#The Vampire Diaries#The Vampire Diaries Smut#Loyalty
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Dangerous Betrayal | TVD/TO
The Vampire Diaries & The Originals
AU Story
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I do not own the name of Scarlet Witch, nor anything involving her, I just really loved the name, it suits my characters. It belongs to Marvel and everyone on that side, I only own 'Esme' and her plot lines/storylines.
⢠E S M E â˘
"The one of all kinds.."
"The one that rules all.."
"The one who is darkness and light combined.."
Voices..that's all the girl heard as she was forced awake, it was nearly three o' clock in the morning, pitch black outside with everyone asked in the Gilbert household. Except for a stumbling Esme who was trying to make her way out the bedroom to call for help, but it was as if her body was controlling it against her will, driving her away.
Instead, she fell atop her desk, dropping books, papers, pens and pencils on the floor, making a lot of noise. She supported herself on the dark wood desk, her hands clenching the sides of the desk. Jordan looked up, the mirror that was attached showed the girl her reflection.
Her eyes were glowing a neon scarlet red, along with the same colored flares dancing around her hands. She tilted her head a bit, confused as to what was happening. It was a moment as if the world around her stopped, a light bulb turning on in her head,"Oh no." The goddess knew exactly what she was, or what Esme was. "Shit, shit, shit..you've got to be kidding me." She ranted, but her anger was swept away and relaxed by immense pain, she yelled in agony.
Her hands clenching even tighter, if possible, on the sides of her wooden desk, the sounds of snapping filled the room. Jordan fell to the ground, holding her head, letting go of the two, rather large, chunks of the desk she broke off from her inhuman strength. Jordan curled into a fetal position, clutching her head, opening her shut eyes, seeing the walls of her room covered int the same red scarlet flares that shined from her eyes and covered her hands.
That was the last thing she saw before she completely knocked out, welcoming the dark abyss.
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"Esme!" The female voice echoed throughout the dizzy-headed girl, who was still in fetal position on the floor, beside her bed. "Esme! Get your butt down here! You said you would help me get ready for the Founder's Day Party!" The brunettes eyes slowly opened, taking in her surroundings, noticing the bright, shiny sun pouring into her room.
Jordan groaned, holding her head as she slowly lifted herself up from the ground, just sitting on her butt, looking around her room with widened eyes. It was completely wrecked and ruined, her bookshelf was on the floor, the books covering the room all over. Her hanging paintings were on the floor, slightly ripped and scratched. Her mirror on her desk was cracked all over, shards of glass scattering on the floor and desk beside her. Clothes that were perfectly hung in the closet and folded in her drawer, which was on the ground, were thrown into different places all over her room.
She got up from the floor, in complete distraught and shock,"What the fuck happened." Jordan cursed under her breath, walking around her. As she walked towards her curtains, where the sun shined through, her arms had hit the rays of sun, making her skin sizzle from the contact. "Shit!" She yelled, pulling the arm away, grabbing on to it as pain spread through her wound. Jordan looked at it, seeing the bubbling skin, that was literally smoking, heal within three seconds. "Woah." She whispered, she touched the healed wound, confused as to what happened.
Jordan slowly moved her hand to the rays once again, slightly shaking with anticipation. She sucked in a breath was she was once again burned with sunlight. Quickly pulling back, taking a deep breath, already seeing her hand healing. Jordan ran a hand through her hair, clearly frustrated, "Scarlet witch, really! You have to be fucking kidding me!" Jordan exclaimed, kicking her bed that soon flew across the room,"Oh!" She yelled, putting her hands around her mouth.
"Esme!" Elena yelled louder from downstairs, the girls eyes widened. "Sorry, coming!" She yelled back, looking around the room in fear. Jordan shook her head, just grabbing her thin jacket, and walking out the room but remembering to lock it on her way out. She walked down the stairs to see Bonnie and Elena in the kitchen, talking about nail polish, she plastered a smile and put on her act. "Ooh, la la. It looks like someone's getting all dolled up!" Esme spoke, Elena turned around from the sink, rolling her eyes at her sister.
Bonnie chuckled, putting down the two nail polishes she was holding,"Hey squeakers!" Esme stopped walking and glared at the Bennet,"Are you ever going to stop calling me that, branches?" The Gilbert playfully asked, Bonnie smiled but sent a soft glare,"Whenever you stop calling me branches!" Bonnie exclaimed, the two laughed and sent each other a smile.
Elena softly smiled,"You guys are so annoying." The eldest twin rolled her eyes, sitting down on her chair. "Shut it gillies." Bonnie and Esme said in unison, Elena glared at the two,"I thought we decided to forget that situation.." Elena muttered under her breath, the two shook their heads,"Never my dear sister, never." Esme sent a sarcastic smirk her way, sitting down as well.
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Jordan blew air out of her mouth, annoyed by her current situation. She was expected to got to the Founders Day Party, with Bonnie, as the two were left by their fellow best friends, all alone. The two agreed on being each other's dates to the party, but Jordan had to make an excuse to being late, as if she walked in the sun she would be bacon, literally. She told the others that Jenna didn't want her to leave unless she cleaned her dirty room like she promised for the past week, but haven't done.
Luckily, in her case, her room was already dirty. With her desk broken, glass everywhere, clothes thrown across the room, her drawer on the floor and her bed across the damn room. And not only that but, she, or Esme, was a damn Scarlet Witch, probably the last one in this entire world. What was worse is that Jordan doesn't know how to control her powers, she may be one of the strongest creatures to walk this universe, but it had seem as if her knowledge within controlling her powers had completely left her mind, and she knew why.
The voices were messing with her, mainly Adira and Eila, who absolutely hate the girl. They had so much power of the goddess, and she was completely and utterly powerless. As for the past sixteen years of her new life, she was temporarily stripped of the Firstbeing power she owned. Without any knowledge on how to control it, but, Jordan did know some information about the Scarlet Witches that supposedly all died nearly thousands of years ago.
Unfortunately, with all this thinking, and like usual, the princess was lost in thought and didn't hear anything around her, especially not her door opening. She turned to face the door, seeing a scared Jenna, she furrowed a brow until she felt it. Power...surging through her entire body, she lifted her hands, seeing the scarlet red flares wrapping around them. Jenna suddenly turned around and ran out of the door, before she could scream, Jordan appeared already in front of her, tackling her to the floor.
"Stop!" Jordan forced her down to the ground, holding Jennas wrist, who was still fighting. The two locked eyes, "Stop resisting me and listen?" Jordan exclaimed, and just like that, Jenna stopped, the goddess quirked a brow, "What?" She muttered,"You guys okay over there?" Elena shouted, her eyes widened in fear. "Yeah, stubbed my toe of the table!" The brunette yelled back, wincing a bit.
"Oh, okay." Elena bought the lie, Jordan let out a breath she was holding. She looked back at the aunt, remembering one of the powers these types of witches held were, as vampire, compulsion. Jordan looked Jenna right in the eye, her pulls dilating, "You won't remember this encounter, nothing within this hour. You'll go back downstairs and do whatever it was you were doing beforehand. When someone asks you where I am, you say.."
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"Your sister is not leaving this house until she is done with that disgusting room of hers." Jenna playfully told, looking at the girl with a small smile, Esme rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll get it finished and I will meet you lovely ladies at the party." Esme reassured her sister, aunt and fellow best friend, sending a sweet smile toward them. They nodded and grabbed their stuff, heading out the door, saying goodbye and heading to the party.
Jordan closed the front door, quickly checking around her surrounding before using her vampire-speed to her room. Closing her bedroom door and locking it, looking around her room to face the horrible mess.
She cleared her throat, putting her hands in front of her face, trying to concentrate. Slowly, the neon red flares surrounding her hands, the same color started to glow from her eyes as well. Without thinking, she shot the balls of power she held within her palm, to the ground.
The red flares covered the floor and made their way to the walls, and finally the ceiling. The power redesigned the room just how it was before. Shards of glass were gone, the bookshelves and the books it held were out nicely back together. Her bed was back in the middle of her room, nicely made, pillows fluffed and all. Even her desk that is usually messy with papers and notebooks, was organized, cleaned of dust, and the fairy lights that were around the mirror even worked again, though they went out months ago and Jordan was lazy to get the replaced Everything was absolutely perfect, maybe a few irks but she would get the hang of it.
Jordan's celebration was short-lived as a massive headache soared through her head, she clenched her eyes shut and supported herself on the wall nearby. "Woah." She rubbed her eyes and forehead to try and soothe the pain. "Really need to work on that." Jordan pushed off of the wall, steadying herself, opening her eyes to once more see the clean room.
She smiled,"Now all we gotta do is find a dress." Jordan whispered to herself, now realizing she didn't have anything to wear to the Founders Day Party. But, the girl had a hour to spare, as the sun was still up, and she couldn't leave, not yet anyways. Jordan ran a hand through her dark chocolate brown hair, "Lets get ready, shall we?" She asked herself out loud, clapping her hands together as her process to get ready had begun.
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Christmas Bonus, Doubled
I donât... I donât even know what this is.
All Iâm certain of is that I was inspired to write it by @bitchassbuckyâ âs Slutmas offerings, and I had to get in on the fun. All typos are mine. Christmas decorating, flirting, a few naughty words, making out, prelude to smutty sexytime, implied threesome (M/F/M) Pairing: Bucky Barnes X F!OC X Steve Rogers (NOT Stucky)
Fresh out of the showers after their morning run, Steve and Bucky made their way to the kitchen for drinks and a snack.
âSo much colder out there this morning,â Bucky noted, snagging electrolyte waters for the two of them. Â
âWell, Thanksgiving was a few days ago, so I guess it's time for winter to come on.â Â Steve handed him a granola bar before adding, âTony should be making a plan for Christmas parties soon.â
As they dug into their snacks, they heard muffled cursing from the great room and looked at each other in surprise.
âWhat was that?â Â Steve questioned as he rose to investigate.
Tony's assistant Bailey burst through the doorway, breathless and frazzled. Â âCaptain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes! Â I need you both! Â Now, please?â
The super-soldiers blinked in surprise and confusion, then completely different expressions formed on their faces as they took in her appearance. Â The usually business-attired PA was wearing one of Tony's Black Sabbath t-shirts and a pair of men's boxers, along with some ridiculous fuzzy Christmas socks.
Steve, concerned, stepped forward with his hands raised. Â âAre you alright? Â Who's in trouble?â
Meanwhile, Bucky was looking her up and down, a devlish grin on his lips. Â âBoth of us? Â At least buy us a drink first, doll.â
Bailey blinked, then shook her head. âFirst of all,â she pointed at Bucky, ânot what I meant, but put a pin in that for later. Â Second,â she turned to Steve, âthere's no real trouble. Â I'm really frustrated and I need a couple of beefy super guys to help me out.â
âUm, okay?â
Sighing, she wrung her hands. Â âSorry, sorry... Â Mister Stark tasked me with decorating the great room, and the stepladder isn't tall enough. Â Neither am I. Â You guys are tall and strong, so will you help me, please? Â I promise it'll be less than half an hour.â
Bucky strutted across the room. Â âOh, sugar, a half hour ain't enough for me to even get started.â
Bailey rolled her eyes. Â âYes, Sergeant. Â You're incredibly hot and every girl wants to get in your pants, I get that. Â And believe me, if I had time... Â but I have to get this done before Mister Stark gets here at two.â
Momentarily speechless, Bucky stared at her.
âCaptain Rogers?â
He smiled broadly. Â âSure thing, Miss Bailey. Â Show me what you need.â
âYay!â she clapped her hands together. Â âThank you!â Â She led the way to the great room, where she'd already done a great deal of decorating.
Warm lights glowed over the mantle, where a stocking was hung for each team member. Â Remarkably realistic electric candles were placed strategically around the room, accompanied by poinsettias and pricey figurines of Santa Claus, reindeer, and snowmen. Â A massive ten-foot tall tree stood in between two of the floor-to-ceiling windows, bereft of ornaments.
âSo, I need help with hanging the garlands that will be draped at the tops of the windows â there are only four, so not too bad â and I have to get the lights on the tree. Â I think the team is supposed to do the tree decorating later today, but I'm not involved in that.â
Bucky glanced at the stepladder. âYeah, that thing is definitely not tall enough to get you up there, sugar.â
âMy point exactly. Â If you boys could boost me up, I can reach. Â Otherwise, I'll have to pile up chairs and tables, then take a trip to medical.â
Chuckling, Steve shook his head. Â âNo need for that. Â But, uh, tell me, how good is your balance?â
Bailey made a little squee of excitement and stood tall. Â âI'll have you know I was a cheerleader and gymnastics champ. Â To be fair, that was quite a few years ago, but I've kept up my fitness routine.â Â She struck a pose and flexed, a silly grin plastered on her face.
âSo what you're saying is, you're flexible,â Bucky quipped, eyeing the way the t-shirt strained over breasts.
She nodded. Â âLike a rubber band, baby. Â Boost me!â
âUm, are you going to be able to balance in those?â Â Steve asked, looking pointedly at her fuzzy Santa socks.
âWhoops!â Â She stripped off the socks and stepped into the soldiers' hands. Â âWhoa, strong. Â Okay, higher, please. Â Can I stand on your shoulders?â
They stood side-by-side, holding Bailey's legs and shuffling along the width of the windows as she attached the crimson-and-gold garlands.
As they approached the fourth window, Bucky piped up, âSo you and Stark are pretty close, huh?â
âBuck...â Steve warned.
âClose? Â I don't know about that. Â I mean, I've only worked for him for a little over a year, why do you ask?â
Bucky scoffed. Â âYou're wearing his shirt and underwear, doll.â
âOh, that. Â Well, he sprang this on me at the last minute, and can you imagine me doing this in a fitted blouse and pencil skirt?â Â She giggled at the absurdity.
âActually, I can. Â But that doesn't explain why you're wearing his boxers. Â I mean, they fit you like a glove, but...â
âThey're comfy?â Â She laughed again. Â He didn't want me to have to go all the way home to Long Island for a change of clothes and I refused to let him buy me something, so he loaned me this.â
âSocks too?â Steve asked, amused.
âYes and no. Â My Christmas bonus was in the box with the socks. Â Mister Stark had me believing they were my bonus... then he told me to try them on and the check was underneath. Â To the tree, gents!â
The hanging lights were finished in no time and Bailey asked FRIDAY to power on everything for testing. Â The room was bathed in the warm glow of soft white lights as the trio admired their handiwork.
âThank you so much, guys. Â Time for me to get down.â
âDon't you dare try to, what do you call it? 'Stick the landing'? Â You'll get hurt. Â Let us help,â Steve ordered gently, then exchanged a look with Bucky.
âUm, okay. Â What are you suggesting? Because I'm not climbing down the tree.â
âOn the count of three, you're going to drop straight down,â Â Bucky decided. Â âThink of it like one of those 'trust fall' things.â
âWell, if I can't trust America's greatest soldier-bros, who can I trust?â
Steve nodded. Â âWe've got you. Ready?â Â When Bailey nodded, he counted down. âOne, two, three!â
Bucky and Steve turned to face each other and Bailey dropped. Â What they hadn't counted on was that her body would be sliding against both of theirs, up close and personal. Soon after Bucky came within kissing distance of her ass, which he'd been admiring from below all this time, Steve got a face full of her ample bosom.
To make matters worse â or more interesting, in the soldiers' opinions â Bailey wriggled and shimmied the rest of the way to the floor. Â Now wedged between two flustered and aroused Avengers, she paused for thought.
âWell, what do you know, I'm in a Super-soldier sandwich! Â It's cozy. Â Warm. Â I like it here.â Â She looked up at Steve's face and found it flushed, his pupils blown wide and dark.
âSweetheart,â Bucky rasped, âyou got it a little backwards.â
Bailey leaned her head back to look at him, exposing her throat, and immediately felt Steve's erection twitch against her belly. Â âBackwards how?â
He dipped his head so his lips ghosted against her temple. Â âSteve's the ass man.â Â He pressed his pelvis into her lower back and ran his hands up her sides.
âIs he, now? Â I didn't hear any complaints when my chest was in his face,â she teased, âI'd turn around, but I seem to be trapped-â she broke off and shivered as she felt Steve's warm, wet tongue sliding up the column of her throat. Â Her eyes fluttered closed. Â âOh.â
Bucky growled and nipped her ear playfully. Â âWhat would you say to another Christmas bonus, sugar?â he asked, sliding one hand into her hair, keeping her head pulled back so the Captain could continue concentrating on her neck.
âI'd say â oh! - I'd say fuck yes. But- oh, need to hurry before I ruin Mister Stark's boxers.â
âFRIDAY, if Tony asks, tell him Bailey is assisting us for the next few hours,â Steve directed, then lifted the woman and threw her over his shoulder before hurrying to his room with Bucky in tow.
Bailey giggled as Steve swatted her ass. Â âMerry Christmas to me!â
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Waking Up In Vegas Chapter 8
After a night of debauchery, Ron and Hermione wake up in Vegas... married.
Muggle!AU. Romcom!Romione. Slow burning, smutty, angst-fest.
Rated M for reasons.
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[Hermione]
Hermione resists the urge to look back to her table as she exits the bar. She really doesn't need to see Lavender in Ron's lap, her fingers in his hair⌠they broke up, and she has no right to attach herself to him like that. She tries to focus on what Lavender said â Ginny needs her. It is probably some wedding-related anxiety and Hermione can surely help with that⌠but why can't Lavender? With a groan, she forces the image of Lavender and Ron to the back of her mind and continues on her way to Ginny's hotel room.
Ginny's door opens after one knock, and an unexpectedly cheery bride emerges.
"Hermione? Hi!"
"Hi," says Hermione. "What's wrong?"
Looking confused, Ginny cracks the door wider to allow Hermione entry. "Nothing, why?"
"Nothing's wrong?" Flushing with anger, she takes a seat on Ginny's unmade bed. "Lavender just said you need me, and that it's urgent."
Ginny laughs. "Oh, you must have been with my brother."
"Well, yeah," stammers Hermione. "But only because we were working on wedding logistics andâ"
"Relax, Hermione," says Ginny, laughing. "What else would you be doing? I'm just saying, Lavender probably said that so you'd leave her alone with Ron. Nothing to worry about."
"Oh, of course," says Hermione, her heart pounding. Nothing to worry about. "What did she want to talk to Ron about?" she asks, her voice taking an uncharacteristically high tone.
Ginny shrugs. "Dunno, probably trying to seduce him," her words trail off as she patters to the bathroom with her makeup bag. "She has this elaborate plan to get him to take her back before the wedding."
"Oh," says Hermione softly, hoping Ginny can't hear the dejection of her voice from the bathroom.
"Yeah," says Ginny, poking her head back into the bedroom. Her eyes are twinkling with the opportunity for gossip. "You're coming to the bar tonight, right? We're keeping it pretty low-key. Don't want to overdo it before the hen party tomorrow."
"Uh yeah, I guess I am," says Hermione, immediately wondering if Ron⌠or Lavender will be there.
"Lavender probably won't be around tonight, if that gets you more excited to come," adds Ginny, aware of the hesitation in Hermione's voice. "She's gonna cling to my brother all night. She's so paranoid that he's sleeping with someone else."
"Someone else?" said Hermione, a little too shrilly. "They still sleep together?"
"Look at you, gossiping! I must be rubbing off on you," says Ginny proudly. "But yeah, they still sleep together all the time. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he took her back. He doesn't exactly have a lot of game," she pauses, contorting her face to apply a coat of mascara. "He's a good guy, don't get me wrong, but it's really just a confidence issue. Lavender makes him feel good about himself."
Hermione's breath hitches and her hands cramp, drawing her awareness to her vicious grip on Ginny's comforter. She releases her fingers, leaving sweaty palm prints on the blanket. Cute.
Her panic is still growing. Ron and Lavender still sleep together, and now she's with him at the bar. She's probably still in his lap with her mischievous fingers in his hair, and is he going to be able to resist her advances?
A knot in her stomach reminds Hermione that unfortunately, he has no good reason to turn her down. They said just as much at the bar: Ron and Hermione are married without the benefits. He's only human if he wants to find those benefits elsewhere.
She knows she could offer up some benefits, but there's one problem: Hermione's not one to have sex with someone she barely knows â regardless of what may or may not have happened the previous night. She can't just set aside that precedent simply to prevent someone else from sleeping with Ron. She has self-respect.
She closes her eyes and recalls Ron's hand gripping her lower back when he pressed his lips against hers. That kiss on the bridge was epically perfect, and the idea of Lavender getting to experience it regularly makes her sick.
According to Ginny, 'Lavender makes him feel good about himself.' She can make him feel good about himself too...
"What's up? You look like you've seen a ghost," says Ginny, emerging from the bathroom with a perfectly made-up face, and a sexy black skirt and crop top combination that could make Harry a target of some lonely boy's jealous rage. Seriously, with that outfit, Harry should hire a security detail.
Hermione shakes her head to erase any telling expressions from her face. "When's the last time they slept together?"
"Um," says Ginny, stopping in her tracks. She looks confused and slightly suspicious. "I think they did the night we arrived in Vegas, but I'm not sure. I know Harry thought so. He keeps telling him to stop sleeping with her because he's just leading her on, but he's not exactly hard to convince, you know? He takes what he can get."
Hermione averts her eyes, which are now stinging with tears. "Do you think they'll get back together?" she asks, her voice cracking.
"Maybe. If they do, I don't think it'll be for long. It never is." Ginny takes one more scan of her outfit, adjusting her top in the mirror. "I'm ready to go! Are you?"
"Do you have any more clothes like that?" asks Hermione.
Ginny whips around to face her, a wide grin on her face. "Why, yes I do!"
"I just want to look good, you know," Hermione replies, unsure why she feels the need to justify it.
Ginny skips to her bag and fishes out a black minidress with lace accents and a deep, revealing v-neck â normally a little much for Hermione, but tonight, fuck it. "This one will surely get you some male attention, if that's what you want," she says giddily.
"Thanks, Gin," says Hermione, taking the dress from her. She holds it up against her body, wondering how much of her backside it'll actually cover. "That is what I want tonight."
Specifically from your brother, she adds to herself on her way to the bathroom to change.
x
Hermione follows closely behind Ginny, unable to mimic her confident strut as they clatter down the stairs. She keeps reaching for the hem of her dress and tugging it down, only for it to pop back up again, revealing more thigh than she's willingly exposed in quite some time.
"You look great. Stop adjusting your dress," says Ginny.
"It's just so shortâ"
"Yeah. That's why you look great," Ginny reiterates with a cheeky smile. "I bet I won't be the only one who thinks so."
Hopefully, Ginny's right, and there will be lots of men at the bar distracted by Hermione's legs. Maybe â and it's a big maybe â Ron and Lavender will still be at their bar table, and Hermione will get to witness the look on Lavender's face when Ron does a double-take.
By the time they arrive at the bar, it has been fully transformed into a nightclub. The lights are dimmer, meaning the poor souls who chose to wear white now glow like bleach in blacklight. The music has shifted from ambient folk to pop hits remixed with a heavy bass, and half the tables have been cleared to make room for a dance floor.
Hermione feels a surge of anxiety in the new atmosphere â nightclubs aren't really her scene. She glances toward the corner of the bar where she had most recently been sitting with Ron, and her heart sinks. It's now occupied by another couple, unrecognizable by their pressed-together faces and empty cocktail glasses that obscure them from a clear view.
She scans the rest of the club, wishing another tuft of red hair would stand out to her, but aside from Ginny, there's no one.
"Hey Ginny! Hermione!" Demelza calls from a table across the dance floor. Hermione crosses the center of the room, ignoring the prickling paranoia that she's being watched â she feels so exposed walking through the open space in Ginny's black mini-dress.
Her heart flutters for a moment when she catches a glimpse of Demelza at the table, because she's surrounded by the boys. At least some of them â Harry, Neville and Dean are there, but unfortunately, no Ron.
Lavender is nowhere to be seen either, a realization that sits like a brick in Hermione's stomach.
"Gin, I forgot my I.D. in my room, I'll be a moment," she says, tugging her hand away from Ginny's.
"Alright, catch ya later," says Ginny, skipping off to meet Demelza.
Hermione turns on her heel and shuffles out of the bar, trying not to cry. She has no reason to be upset â Ron's not hers to lay claim on. Unfortunately, that fact only reminds her that he's not Lavender's either, yet they're together, even though Hermione has every right to be in Ron's bed as Lavender does.
She brushes right past her floor â she didn't actually leave her I.D. behind â and makes a beeline for Ron's room, completely forgetting to prepare an excuse for barging in on him. Hermione just wants information, and with an unexpected entrance, she's bound to get some.
But she doesn't interrupt anything. It's too late for that. Her heart sinks when she rounds the corner and sees Lavender slipping out of Ron's room. Lavender locks eyes with Hermione as the door closes softly behind her, and she makes a show of fastening up the remaining buttons on her blouse.
"Looking for Ron?" Her tone of false innocence makes Hermione's blood boil.
Hermione opens her mouth to respond, but she can't think of a retort. Her dumbstruck silence brings a smug smile to Lavender's face.
"Give him a chance to get dressed first," Lavender says as she trots past Hermione down the hallway.
Fuming, Hermione storms toward Ron's door, her fist raised to knock, but something stops her. What will she say? She has no plan.
Hermione imagines Ron opening the door and seeing her puffy, red face, shiny with tears. She doesn't exactly look cute, and by no stretch of her imagination would her current appearance cause Ron to wish she was the one trotting down the hallway with a half-buttoned blouse. Not only that â she managed to make it through the entire afternoon without admitting her crush, but her current state of deranged jealousy is a dead giveaway.
If he sees her now, he'll know just how meaningful for her that kiss on the bridge was. He might suspect that her quiet distraction on the journey back had less to do with the sweltering heat, and more to do with her salacious imagination. He'd be right, but he doesn't need to know that. He doesn't need to discover that her nonchalant attitude at the bar was just an act â an embarrassing attempt to play it coy. Turns out her effort to keep him guessing was all for nothing; there's no point in playing hard-to-get with someone who's not even interested.
Clearly, his affection for her is platonic at best, nonexistent at worst. He brought Lavender up to his bedroom minutes after she rudely interrupted their conversation. If Lavender's his type, Hermione most likely isn't, and a confrontation would only confirm one thing: he's rejected her.
Why give him the satisfaction?
Frustrated, Hermione jerks her hand from the door, and backs away. There's another option here, and at the moment, it's a lot more appealing. She wipes her eyes and turns her back to Ron's door, now determined to show him that she doesn't care if he wastes his time on Lavender Brown. She doesn't care one bit.
But she might need to stop by her room first, if only to splash cold water over her face.
x
Moments later, Hermione shuffles down the hotel stairs on her way back to the bar. A glimpse of her newly made-up face in the mirror fills her with a new appreciation for foundation and eyeliner. Asinine as it might be, it's quite effective at hiding evidence of tears. And now that she looks like someone else, it won't be much of a leap to act like someone else either.
She pauses at the bar's entrance and takes a deep breath, hesitant to enter. In her absence, the lights have gotten dimmer, the music louder, and the dance floor busier. She has considered sticking with a tried-and-true method of wallowing â hibernating in her hotel room with some snacks and a cheesy movie, and projecting her tragic love life into the tropes of a romantic comedy. Clubs aren't normally her scene, anyway.
But unfortunately, tonight is not a normal night, and her life is definitely not a romantic comedy, so Hermione forces herself to pass into the thick wall of steamy club-air to reunite with the one Weasley that actually matters to her.
It doesn't take long for her to find Ginny on the dance floor â her glowing complexion and elegant red mane stand out in the crowd. It helps that she's accompanied by Luna, whose neon dress and platinum hair give her the appearance of a yellow highlighter.
Watching them dance, Hermione can't help but crack a smile. Ginny's in her element, singing along to a remix of some pop song and radiating with a self-assuredness that's contagious. And Luna has no worries in the world, no concern for the judgmental looks of passers-by as she bounces and waves eccentrically, convulsing to the beat of the music. Her wild movements remind Hermione of an inflatable tube man, dancing in the wind beside the highway.
Luna's a lot, but tonight, the effect is quite pleasant. It's comforting to know that by comparison, Hermione might even look cool in this club.
Ginny spots Hermione and squeals in excitement as she rushes to hug her. "Hey, did you get your I.D.?"
"Yep," says Hermione sharply. "And now I need a drink."
"I'm getting the next round, Hermione," says a male voice from the table. Neville â bless his heart â is smiling and waving at her. "What'll you have?"
"Surprise me, but make it strong!" She tosses her bag to him and he catches it, but not without a fumble.
"Anything?" he clarifies, fishing for her I.D.
"Anything." She doesn't even care if it comes with a straw.
"Attagirl," says Ginny, interlacing their hands, and tugging her toward the thickening crowd of the dance floor.
She obliges, following Ginny's lead, and is once again aware that she's being watched. Normally, it would creep her out to catch a man's eyes lingering on her body, but again, tonight is no longer a normal night, and it's nice to be noticed. Hermione feels appreciated, and not in a platonic marriage-with-no-benefits kind of way.
At the thought of Ron, she glances back to the bar's entrance, scanning the mass of incomers for his flaming hair. Hermione doesn't even want to see his stupid freckled face in the crowd, but for some reason, his absence leaves her more disappointed than relieved. She internally curses that ginger devil; how can someone so undeserving of her attention occupy so much of her mental space?
To the best of her ability, she powers through her disappointment and turns her focus back to Ginny and Luna, right as a dancing Demelza staggers up to them. A few whistles and whoops from the growing crowd bring a blush to Hermione's cheeks. Fuck it â she's in Vegas, she looks hot as hell, and she could have anyone she wants.
Maybe someone else will catch her eye tonight.
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âYouâve cooked for a whole battalion, ro-bro,â Remus remarked, watching his brother put the lasagne into the still cold oven.
Roman turned around and shot him an annoyed look before he checked if everything was in place. The aubergine-tomato antipasti were in place, they had garlic bread in case someone wanted to eat something between the starter and main course. He had thought about making a primo piatto and a secondo piatto, but decided that they probably would have enough with the lasagne and like that everyone would still like to eat dessert; a fig and raspberry tart.
He hoped they would like it.
âTheyâre gonna love it. Now, go change. Theyâre gonna be here in like half an hour,â Remus told Roman as he nudged him in the side.
With a huff Roman disappeared and Remus looked around in the living room. Mrs. Snuffles was sitting on the cat tree Virgil had given them and looked at him with her beautiful blue eyes. Smiling he walked up to her and nuzzled his face against her fluffy face, her eagerly headbutting into the movement. Softly he lifted her from the tree, adjusted her in his arms and held her like one would hold a baby, gently swaying her in his arms.
Cats always had always been one of Remusâs favourite animals. Just how they carried themselves, how much elegance and dorkiness fit in one single, fluffy entity amazed him each time anew. And somehow it fit perfectly into their new life. A life, where their living room is spacey and bright. Where their couch didnât smell funny and he actually liked the combination of the furniture they had.
âEarth to Remus?â
Remus flinched and turned around. Roman stood in the end of the hallway, grinning at his brotherâs weird cat dance.
Remus blinked. Roman was wearing a thin wine-red cardigan, beneath a white t-shirt and the black slim fit jeans Remus had bought him. Together with the slightly condescending and yet somehow charming smug smirk on Romanâs face, he looked good. Really good.
âWhat have you done with my brother?â Remus joked and walked towards Roman. âHeâs never been seen in nice clothes on a Sunday forever!â
Roman rolled his eyes and picked the hem of his cardiganâs sleeve. He knew it was a compliment. He appreciated it. But somehow it just felt weird to make himself look fancy. To try and look at himself in the mirror and like or at least accept what stared back at him.
âDonât make such a sour face! You look splendid! Janâs never going to be able to eat any of the food because heâll keep gawking at your pretty face!â Remus insisted, seeing far too well that Roman was doubting himself.
Nervously Roman pressed his lips together and told Remus with a sigh: âThat would be a waste of food.â
âCome on! I know what kind of hairdo that is! Look-At-Me-And-Hold-Your-Breath! This is dress to impress, and if you donât admit youâre a dirty liar!â
With a mischievous glint in his eyes Roman retorted: âI didnât say thatâs not my intention. Itâs just gonna be a shame for the food thatâs going to be wasted, wonât it?â
With mock offence Remus stared at him with his mouth wide open before the twins broke into a laughing fit. Mrs. Snuffles didnât appreciate the shaking very much and Remus had to let her down still giggling furiously, when the doorbell rang.
Remus gave Roman a nod and then walked up to the door, pressed the speaker and heard Loganâs voice: âSalutations. It is Logan FojtĂk. Excuse the disturbance.â
âWe invited you, bicho. Youâre not disturbing,â Remus chuckled and pressed the button to let Logan in.
A few short moments after Logan had walked up the stairs and Remus greeted him with a wide grin and a hug. The bookstore owner reciprocated the hug after a short second of hesitancy and then gave Roman a cordial nod as a greeting. Roman just smirked at the awkward look on Loganâs face and told him to follow him into the living room. Roman also made the mental note that Logan was wearing the turtleneck sweater and the slightly nicer jeans he usually wore on Friday evenings, which seemed to be an outfit he reserved for special occasions.
With ease Roman then enthralled Logan in some casual conversation about the food he had prepared. Logan looked mildly interested, even though he looked over to Remus playing with Mrs. Snuffles several times. That too, Roman would definitely remember for future events.
But soon there came the next ring and Remus let Janus and Virgil in just has he had Logan. Virgil had brought some cat treats and a few more toys for Mrs. Snuffles and was soon sitting with Remus on the floor playing with the cat instead of socializing with the with the other people in the room.
âSeeing this makes me wish, I was a pet,â Roman comments amused as both Janus and Logan gave him a look. âUnlimited attention, affection and reassurance thrown at you with no questions asked and you wonât even be punished if you scratch an assholeâs face.â
âWhile that outlook does have its appeal,â Logan commented his eyes locked on Mrs. Snuffles trying to catch a string with feathers attached to its end, âI would not enjoy doing my business in a litter box or outside under a tree.â
Janus chuckled and sat down at the already set table. For a moment his eyes drifted over the plates, the cutlery, cutlery mats and napkins, which were set up carefully and beautifully, before he looked over to Logan and teased lazily: âWhat a humorous remark coming from you, Mrs. FojtĂk. I didnât think youâd have an ounce of fun in your body.â
Logan did not grace that remark with an answer but shot him a glare. Janus did not care for it and instead turned to Roman and told him: âThe table looks marvellous, Roman. I donât think Iâve ever been invited for dinner at someoneâs place who had such a sweetly decorated table.â
Janus watched Romanâs eyes glow with pride and listened happily as Roman started to tell how he liked decorating and how it was a way to treat themselves with something nice.
âAfter all, sitting at a nice set up table makes one feel a bit like royalty, doesnât it?â Roman rambled happily.
Janus answered with a smile and a nod and would have been content to listen even longer, when the doorbell rang again and Roman stood up to get the door.
Not too surprisingly, Patton had arrived and Roman let the tattoo artist into their flat. He had a cheery look on his face and promptly thanked Roman for the invitation.
âOh, donât mention it, padre! After the way you all helped us last Friday, I wanted to give something back. Itâs the least I can do,â Roman said and shot a look over to Remus who looked up from Mrs. Snuffles in front of him and gave a little nod.
âYeah, something happy for a change,â Remus said and looked down Mrs. Snuffles.
Remusâs eyes shone peacefully. Lips tugged in a lopsided smile. Patton felt his heart pound in his chest. Remus looked beautiful and in this very moment every fibre in his body was painfully aware of that. He actually shivered when Remus raised his look from Mrs. Snuffles to him and the little smile grew a little wider as he met Pattonâs eyes. It was the best thing he had felt in a long time and he was sure that his smile reflected the sentiment well, as Remus chuckled and got up from the floor.
âNow, princesa, do you want to get us all into a food coma?â Remus asked and put his hands on his hips with an eyeroll.
Energetically, Roman jumped to action and ushered their guests to get to the table.
âOh, I hope youâre hungry!â Roman announced in a singsong tone and the five others settled down around the table.
Curiously Janus looked into the kitchen from his chair, as Patton complimented Remusâs clothes; a green t-shirt with pink spots, a light blue jeans vest and orange skinny fit pants. Remus gave to comment back, adding that he liked the look of the pastel pink tank top, with black ripped-jeans and the bun Patton had put his hair in.
âYour hair is nice too!â Patton gave back and looked at the black messy hair on top of Remusâs head.
Remus tousled through his bangs and shrugged.
âThanks. I donât really know what to do with it. Itâs a bit âmehâ so I tend to just let it do its thing.â
âAre you aware how to best take care of the hair type you have?â Logan suddenly chimed into the conversation.
And so, Roman served his aubergine-tomato antipasti, as the conversation about hair styling and grooming got started. Logan did most of the talking, Patton sometimes adding something and Remus curiously asking questions. The conversation only got interrupted when Logan finally started eating, after Roman chiding him for letting the food get cold. In that sudden pause, Janus took the chance to compliment Romanâs cooking, as the others did just a moment after.
They ate, talked and the mood was light and pleasant. Remus had, as promised earlier, gotten out his sketchbooks and went through it with Patton while Roman got the main dish ready. Virgil was once again playing with Mrs. Snuffles and Logan occupied himself by following Roman into the kitchen, asking about how he had prepared the antipasti from before and offering his help, which was politely declined. And Janus had sneaked away from the table and inconspicuously walked through the flat, looking in all rooms without entering any of them so his snooping around would not be detected.
Just as Janus peeked into Romanâs room, strikingly tidy with red and gold accented dĂŠcor knickknacks, a hand was put on his shoulder and he flinched  as he was caught red-handed.
âYou could have asked for a tour, Jay.â
Janus turned to see Roman smirking at him. Speechless he opened his mouth only to close it again and press his lips together. Roman grinned until Remus called from the living room: âAre yaâ making out? Should we not wait with the food for you?â
With an eyeroll Roman turned around but kept his eyes locked on Janus. A smile tugged at the edges of Romanâs lips and he said quietly: âIâll be happy to show you around after youâve told me how much you like the lasagne Iâve made.â
Finally, Janus found his composure again, grinned back and replied: âThen Iâll be kind enough to indulge you, SeĂąor Segura Reyes.â
Roman chuckled and they went back into the living room. Smoothly Roman walked around the table to Janusâs seat, pulled it back for him and sat down telling his guest to help themselves with the lasagne.
Already anticipating Virgilâs questioning look Roman told him: âItâs vegetarian. I could have made a different dish for you but I didnât feel like it and just made the meatless variant for all of us.â
âCool. Thanks,â Virgil mumbled a little shyly before he took some of the lasagne.
âWhat did you take instead of the meat?â Logan asked eyeing the food in front of him judgingly.
âSpinach and Cheese. And if you find that inedible, I can get you something else,â Roman answered and rose his eyebrows playfully daring.
Logan pressed his lips together and looked back down to the food. It smelled good and it didnât look like the vegetables his mother used to make him eat when he was younger. He could at least try. And so, he tried.
âDas ist alles andere als ungeniessbar,â Logan almost inaudibly said under his breath and took another bite.
Roman, who was sitting next to him, shot him an incredulous look which turned into an excited one and he enthusiastically said: âDanke sehr! Ich wusste nicht, dass du Deutsch sprichts?â
Baffled Logan looked up to Roman and the rest of the table did the same, not knowing what Roman had just said and why he suddenly spoke in a different language.
âIch, uh, Ăźbe noch. Sprache war schon immer ein Leidenschaft von mir,â Logan said slowly, not quite certain if he had gotten the gender of âpassionâ right.
âNo way!â Roman exclaimed joyously, âMe too! Languages are so cool! Which ones besides German do you know?â
Logan blinked. Blinked again. Romanâs enthusiasm for languages matched his own passion, which was rare, and he seemed very eager to talk about it. Not dismissing him. He was not dismissing him, Logan realized, took a little breath and started telling Roman how he had begun learning Czech and Polish when he was in his early teens and over the years had added Spanish and German to the mix.
âThatâs so cool! You have to teach me some Polish and Czech! Iâd love to get into some new languages. It always interesting to see how they are different or the same to some languages I already know. And like, both are Slavic languages, right? Iâm curious if they work similarly to Russian!â
âYou speak Russian?â Logan asked intrigued.
âNot super well, but Iâd get by. The wife of our florist mentor is Russian and I got to learn if from her. And heâs Brazilian, which is why I know some Portuguese. German, Italian and French I learned in school and from old Disney VHS movies MamĂĄ got on a flea market. Itâs so interesting to see how all of them sound and work and-â
âYes, my thoughts exactly!â Logan agreed and the two kept on marvelling over the beauty of languages until the main dish was eaten.
The others kept quiet and just watched both men being unabashedly passionate about languages and how they work. Watched Roman stumble over his words because he got excited about tenses in Spanish and Logan raising his voice in euphoria about cases in Slavic languages. It was quite a scene they got to look at and none of them could complain, even though Remus would later claim that the nerding out over languages was the bane of his existence.
When all had finished their lasagne, Roman picked up the plates and put them into the dishwasher. The rest settled down on the couch, beanbag and the armchairs before dessert would get served. Remus and Virgil were yet again playing with Mrs. Snuffles and Janus, Patton and Logan just watched them have fun, since they were all a bit tired after the big meal. Roman soon joined them and sat down on the couch next to Janus, bickering a little with his brother about how he was neglecting their guests.
âWhat no! Look their all happy doing nothing after overeating on your stupidly delicious food!â Remus retorted.
Roman puffed his cheeks and nagged: âStill! You could at least try and indulge them in a convers-â
âSorry, Rem, could you maybe check something on Mrs. Snuffles for me?â
Both twins shut up immediately and Virgil looked up from the cat to see Remusâs extremely concerned look.
âSheâs fine! Itâs fine! Just-â Virgil quickly added hoping he could stop Remus from freaking out - âjust check something for me. Just touch her belly for me and tell me if what you feel.â
Remus blinked, gave a short nod and inched closer to the white cat lady. Softly he petted her until she laid down and carefully touched the side of her belly.
âItâs pretty normal, I think? Like I feel her breathing and some tiny movements, I guess? Isnât that just digestion, though?â Remus asked warily.
Virgil rubbed the back of his neck, smiled and told Remus: âIt could, but I think you might need to wait with neutering her. Itâs possible that sheâs pregnant but Iâd have the vet check her to make sure.â
Remus squealed in an octave dogs and bats could hear and successfully made all guests jump in their seats. This was the best thing to ever happen to Remus and an ecstatic voice in the back of his head told him to kiss either Patton or Logan or even both just to get all the pent-up energy out. Instead, he tackle hugged Virgil, who was not prepared for Remusâs hug and fell backwards so both ended up laying on the floor.
And while that happened and drew all the attention on Remus and Virgil, Roman had a silent anxiety attack. Trembling he stood up, quietly mumbling No estoy preparado para ser padre. and taking out his phone to open the app where he had to arrange little squares according to hue. He forced himself to concentrate on the colours, on moving his fingers accordingly and not focus on the fact that their cat would-
Colours. Sorting. Making a clean perfect hue.
I am a wonderful, amazing, gorgeous, magnificent hue-master!
Alright. Okay.
Roman turned back to look at his brother, who was still almost smothering Virgil and decidedly walked up to them. Firmly he grabbed Remus by the arm and pulled him back a little.
âStop pestering him! Get up and go whip cream to get your energy out. I need more calories after this shock,â Roman chided Remus.
Snickering Remus got up, shoving Roman a little in the shoulder and turning towards the kitchen.
âOh, youâll love them too! Donât worry,â Remus told him as he disappeared.
Roman fumed for a few seconds, massaged the bridge of his nose before he offered Virgil his hand to get up.
âHow many kittens does a cat have in a litter, generally?â Roman asked in the most defeated tone they had ever heard him use.
Virgil cleared his throat and answered: âAround four. And donât pick her up until you know for sure if sheâs pregnant or not. You could accidentally hurt the babies.â
Roman nodded and declared that they would have desert now, since he now needed some stress food. Before long the six men sat at the table again, all with a big slice of a fig and raspberry tart. Roman had put a big spoon of whipped cream on his slice and told the others to help themselves with the cream as much as they wanted. Patton took the offer and toasted Roman with a sympathetic smile as Remus bounced on his chair and asked Virgil a million questions about kittenâs and how to care for them.
It was more than clear that Remus was very hyped for the potential of a kitten litter and was already unwilling to give away a single one of them. No matter what Roman would say, Remus wouldnât change his mind and Roman had to accept it.
âHey, if they ever get too rowdy and you need a break, I can maybe catsit? Is that a thing?â Patton offered.
That got a snicker out of Roman and he thanked Patton for the gracious offer but Remus would have to catsit, since he was the one who wanted to keep them. Remus said he would do that happily and the evening continued calmly. After finishing desert Roman showed Janus the flat and around ten the four guests eventually bid goodbye and left the twins to themselves.
The tension on Romanâs shoulders had eased away a bit. But it was still there. He still felt it linger and he was glad when Remus asked if he should clean the kitchen, so Roman could get ready for bed.
But next to Remus nobody seemed to have noticed. Which was good and what Roman had wanted. He told himself.
He didnât want others to know. They didnât need to know. After all, he had it under control.
At least, that was what he told himself.
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The Monsterâs Lair - Fangs Deep
Vampire!Henry x Belle - multi-chapter
< Chap 9Â | Chapter 10 - Fangs Deep | Chap 11 >
Disclaimer: Dark adult fairytale - mourning, angst, blood thirst (again, no idea how to tag this)Â
Authorâs note: I just reread @viking-raiderââs Fangs Deep, to get some inspo for this long fic and darn is it an absolutely wonderful world she built! Such rich characters and well-set out plot. Lovinâ every word of it! Read it if you havenât yet!Â
Now. As Iâll never be able to truly build a world as rich as hers, especially not in this fic, I decided to keep it small, but invest some more words in the castle, history and surroundings in this chapter. Tiny world building â¤ď¸
Thank you darling @thelastsockâ, for betaâing for me! đš
Word count:Â 3.657
Reading music: Arvo Pärt - My Heartâs in the HighlandsÂ
(Link to my Masterlist)
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A week had passed and the snow had blanketed the world until it was whisper quiet. That was, until now.
Loud bells were chiming in the chilly morning air, making the Master flinch at every beat. *Ding-ding-ding-ding* The steelish echo reached far and wide over the snow-covered tree tops, all the way up to the Masterâs anguished ears, his mouth silently cursing his vampiric sensitivity.
It happened on occasion that these bells would ring, but never this long, never this hauntingly. And thus the Master had climbed up the many stairs to the highest tower so he could see what was at hand. And what he saw was quite haunting indeed; a large procession of people, standing out on the semi-rebuilt village square, their faces not joyful at all.
A mourning procession. Not uncommon now winter was in full strength and the crops had failed this year. But not often were these mourning procession this well-attended. This large. Someone had died. And not just anyone. Not even for weddings would the bells toll so long a time, their lilt echoing far and wide. It had to be an important person. Someone..someone..hmm. The Master frowned as the cogs in his old mind started to spin into motion, memories flooding his tired mind.
History will repeat itself. History will repeat itself. History will repeat itself!
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âOkay. Everyone in position!â Lumiere conducted with his candles, the flames dancing around him as the make-shift stage was cleared, a ghostly napkin and the army of âfootsoldierâ wardrobes ushering aside. Belle sat up from the large reading chair when two small silhouettes appeared in the shadows cast by the large fireplace. It was difficult to decipher what they were until they hesitantly set foot on the stage, eyes blinking in the bright light. A golden hairbrush and a red leather gauntlet. Lumiere cleared his throat, introducing the two new actors on stage. âThe Queen mother!â - The hairbrush dipped her head. âAnd Hamlet, prince of Denmark!â - The gauntlet turned towards Belle, whom smiled warmly. âGo on!â She encouraged.
The gauntlet almost seemed to glow an even deeper shade of red as he curled a finger up to his chest, as if reaching for his heart - thanking her, before bowing to the rest of the audience. Waiting a moment for the hairbrush to also settle, the scene began, throats cleared and the room silent again.
The hairbrush dramatically swivelled âround, her back now turned to the audience before she slowly turned her head, bristles crisping.
âDo not forever with thy vailèd lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust, son!â
Letting out a soft sigh - affectionate as only a mother can do, she turned to Hamlet.
âThou knowâst âtis common; all that lives must die,
Passing through nature ..to eternity.â
Belle blinked, settling a little deeper in the chair to hide the sudden discomfort that graced her features. When the furniture had offered to act out this so-called âHamletâ, she hadnât expected much more than some fun diversion. Their short description of a challenged prince, ghosts and true love had sounded like a good bit of entertainment in the long hours of yet another cold day.
But here she was. Here they were, the enchanted furniture acting out a tale of great betrayal, and dead fathers.. Belleâs neckhair rose as Hamlet let out a despaired sigh - much like the one she was fighting to hold inside. Grabbing onto the arm rests she took a deep settling breath, her eyes peering at Hamlet as he burst out in an emotional monologue.
â âSeems,â madam? Nay, it is. I know not âseems.â
âTis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
NO, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
NO, nor the dejected havior of the visage,â
He inhaled sharply, as if ready to cry, head hanging low.
âTogether with all forms, moods and shapes of grief,
That can denote me truly. These indeed âseem,â
For they are actions that a man might play;â
A glove finger reached back to his leather heart as he looked back up at the Queen mother.
âBut âtis no play, Mother! I have that within which passes show.
Passes the trappings and the suits of woe!â
The room went quiet, except for the crackling of the fire..and a soft sniffle. Belle quickly wiped away the tears that were burning from her watery eyes, hands hiding her torn expression from the furnitureâs curious eyes. For a week now she had tried to accept her faith. Accept her fatherâs death. Her newly found status as an outlaw. And for a week now she had tried to hide her tears.
But no more.
âOh, Iâm so sorry.â Belle sniffled quietly, quickly wiping away the tears as they watered her heated cheeks, an apologetic smile glueing to her lips. âI didnât..â *sniff* âI didnât mean to. Oh gods.â More tears were bound to spill when her voice hiccuped, chest tight with sorrow.
âSweet Belle. Oh dear! Do not apologise.â Hamlet broke out his role to walk up to the mournful maiden. âWe can delay if you-â Belle shook her head, more anguished tears bursting from her being, shoulders shaking with grief. âI just...Wherever I go...bad things happen.â She removed her hands, face puffy and red now she watched Hamlet shake his fingers in disagreement. âNo! Milady!â He hopped up on her lap with ease, slightly shocking Belle who blinked in surprise. âGood things are happening where you are, Belle! Do you not see?!â He pointed in the direction of the long hallway that led to the main staircase. âThe Master hasnât been so lively in years, centuries! And we are most glad to have you in our company. We are!â
The rest of the furniture hummed in agreement, but Belle was inconsolable, more tears springing to the surface. âIâm-Iâm sorry. I canât. I--.â She shook her head and prince Hamlet hesitantly climbed onto the armrest as he noticed she wished to leave, her body not missing a beat as she lifted from the seat. âI just need a moment.â She cried, rushing out of the library and into the long cold hallways upstairs.
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A moment.
There had been a lot of moments needed in this peculiar household. Mostly by the Master. No matter how often he tried to settle down for dinner or a sociable reading session in the library - at some moment or other he felt that horrid nervousness wash over him again. At first he thought it was just hunger. Insatiable hunger. But after endless hunts it became clear it was not that. At least..he wasnât hungry for blood. He was hungry for..hmm..dare he say it..a..a heart?
But as the Master had ventured far and wide to calm the clicking of his nervous teeth, he had too noticed something else. Something new. The wounded deer had been just the beginning. Now there were more messy kills - most animals only half-dead when he got to them. There sure must be a young predator on the loose. Peculiarly strong, fine clawed..and leaving little to no tracks. The Master couldnât help but feel the cold chill on his skin whenever he returned to the castle; something was brooding in these forests. And it forbade little good.
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In the past week or so, her foot now healed, Belle had wandered around a bit. But it was only now that she realised how truly large the building was. Even after minutes of walking, she seemed to not have reached the furthest wing, the cold licking at her bare skin as she sniffled back the last of her tears. Throughout the length of the hallway walls there were large tapestries and portraits, telling great tales of the families that once lived here. Stately portraits, hunting scenes and depictions of the build of the castle. With amazement Belle took them all in, large brown eyes also noticing that a few paintings were missing, the lighter shade on the wall leaving a lasting mark of what had once been.
History laced the dusty air here, and it took away what last tears still stuck to her eyelashes. Curiosity, as usual, got the better of Belle. Especially now she heard some sounds coming from the end of the stately hallway.
Was someone there?
With silent feet she moved closer, finding a door ajar, light slipping through the crack. Inside she noticed signs of life; clothes strewn about, a bed unmade. It piqued her curiosity even more when she recognised the clothes. The Masterâs.
*CREEEEEEeeekk* The door moved.
OH merde! Shit shit shit!
The Master had apparently heard her - of course he had - his head now peeking around the corner of the door. Clearly he was a little baffled to see her here, so far away from the library or her room.
âBelle.â
âM-milord.â Belle quickly curtsied, red eyes casting down at the floor.
âAre you well?â The door was opened further, his hand reaching out to thumb away a stray tear on her cheek.
A most endearing gesture. Â
Belle opened her lips to speak, but as soon as her eyes looked back up into his she lost all strings of thought. âI eh..â Looking away her gaze once again fell upon the clothes that were strewn about. Quite messy a living space for someone seemingly well-put together. Never had she seen the Master in anything less but gentlemanly attire. Even now, in the privacy of his room.
âI should go.â She breathed, turning on her heel but finding her movement halted as his hand curled around her upper arm. âNo please. I just didnât expect..â He licked his lips. â..a visitor. Please Belle.â He gestured her to step inside, floorboards creaking beneath their feet. The room was cold in temperature, but warm in atmosphere. Heavy deep red drapes hung around the four poster bed and the walls were completely covered with paintings; a few portraits, but mostly landscapes or mythical depictions. And books, so many books! Stacked up nearly to hip height, their covers were showing clear signs of the many times they had been read, old leather cracked and pages curled.
âDo come in.â The Master slightly bent his head, stepping back to make way for Belle.
âSo..â Belle nodded quietly, a watery smile appearing on her lips. âThe Monsterâs lair.â
âAye.â He grinned.
The tension was near tangible as Belle carefully stepped over a few books, eyes taking in the great many things that were here to be seen. It was then she noticed a strangely familiar portrait. Familiar not in the straight sense of the word. In fact she trusted she had never seen it before. No. It looked familiar as in..it looked like her. With widening eyes Belle blinked at the exact representation of..her. Belle.
âDid you paint that?â Belle hiccupped.
The Master sighed and stepped in besides her, fingers lacing behind his back. âNo.â
Belle felt a strange eeriness travel up her shivering spine. âNo? Then..who..â She swallowed harshly. â..what is that?â
The Masterâs face contorted with pain as he turned away, eyes however remaining locked on the painting. âTis my late wife.â
Of..course it was. Darn! How did Belle always get herself into such trouble?!
Belle wasnât sure what to do next. Run? Scream? Cry out in terror? She knew that nobody would come. Nobody would care. She was here, all alone in the Monsterâs Lair. And, from the looks of it...this wasnât the end of the surprises that sheâd find in these castle halls. His wife had looked like her? Whatâs next..? Did he think she WAS his wife, maybe? Is that why he was so strangely obsessed with her?
Then again. She was just as obsessed with him, right? For nights on end she had now watched as he fled the castle to go out, his dark silhouette returning only hours later, panting, lips tainted with fresh blood. The sight had both terrified and intrigued her. The Master intrigued her. To an almost unhealthy extent. Was she becoming a monster now, too?
âI see.â She whispered, eyes finding the Masterâs stark blue ones as he looked over his shoulder. She could feel heat creep up her cheeks. Oh, why did she feel this way?!
âI should have told you.â He sighed, looking back at the painting, the portrayed woman wearing a fine red gown, dark brown hair mostly hidden beneath an early century headdress. Nothing Belle would ever wear, but she had to admit the woman looked dreamily beautiful.
And like her.
Belle licked her nervous lips, her chest suddenly unbearably tight in the restraints of her corset. âIs ..is that why Iâm here? I mean. Nobody has been here for centuries and now-now Iâm..IâŚâ Her eyes started to tear up with fright. But not for him. No. It was in fact more of a quiet hatred towards herself. SHE was the one who ventured into HIS domains. SHE had called this upon herself.
âTis part of the curse.â The Master said benevolently.
âSo..then I am cursed as well.â Belle sniffled, gladly accepting the kerchief the Master handed to her, his large frame now fully turning back towards her, eyes gentle. âIn a way.â
Lingering their eyes met, two souls captured in a dance they didnât know. But though the steps were unknown, their hearts were more than willing to learn. Why were they feeling this way? They had barely talked to one another except on the few occasions that the Master had ventured into the library or Belleâs room. And despite Belleâs best efforts, he would flee every single time. As if he was afraid of her. Hurt by her presence.
Was it because she looked like�
Belle took a shaky breath, eyes studying every little detail of the portrait as it looked back at her. Calm. Serene. Though also slightly melancholic. âWas she cursed as well?â
âNo.â
âNo?â Belle huffed. âThen why does she look exactly..like me?â
The Master grimaced, his hand gesturing towards a divan. âI think you may wish to sit down. A-are you cold? Shall I..â He bit his lip as he noticed the true mess he had made of his room; clothes strewn everywhere. What an impression he was giving her! His father would have scolded⌠No. Do not think so. Father is dead. And itâs time to own up to your responsibilities!
With large steps he strode to his wardrobe, its door magically flying open as he clicked his tongue. âA..robe, perhaps?â He looked back at Belle as she sat down on the worn bench, fabric matching the heavy velvet drapes. âEh..ye-yes please. Thank you.â
And so, now warmly wrapped in a heavy robe of luxurious brocades - worthy a land owner of great riches -, Belle learned the history of not only the Masterâs wife, but also hers. The Master spoke of the start of the curse, which probably came with the death of his wife. Or, perhaps it had been the Fay witch Morgana, he couldnât be sure. But either way; the tale was greater than any book Belle had ever read.
Fairy witches, rich lords, poor women, curses and deceit. Forbidden love or no love at all - claimed either way. With surprising richness in his words, the Master spoke, his countenance relaxed as he retrieved details of times long past. He was a good storyteller. Quite surprisingly so, especially after the long nights where he had barely spoken a word. Belleâs eyes did not once venture away from the man as he paced up and down the room, enacting the moments as they had happened.
He was truly in his element.
With gestures at a few of the portraits, he spoke of the curious way the women in her family would always have girls. Procreating yet another generation of young women to carry the curse on and on. And on..and on. From the Masterâs sister in law begetting twins, to her mother...giving birth to her. And strange as it was, all women in her family somehow carried the same traits. Dark-haired and bright, they captured the hearts of a Le Comte more than a few times. And quite a few times they had refused a Le Comteâs advances. And even more than a few times a Le Comte took what he wanted anyways, thereby carrying on the curse - him turning into a vampire and the woman not dying long after.
âBut I have no sister. Or nieces..I think.â Belle added thoughtfully when the Master got to the tale of the here and now.
âThat we donât know, Belle. A few women have sent off their daughters, in hope to break away from this curse. Not all successfully, Iâm afraid. But still. I fear it does not end here.â
âBut you do want it to end?â
âI am the one who started it, Belle. I am not one to want anything more than for this to stop. I have caused..â He looked back at his late wifeâs portrait. â..great agony. I carry the blame.â
âNo..no..do not say so milord. Is it not that a great many men after you have chosen the exact same faith?â The Master looked back, eyes thoughtful as Belle stood from the bench. âThey have. But perhaps..that is the curse too. Poisoning their minds.â
âWhere are those that turned to vampires like you?â
Good question.
âDead. For as far as I know, they are all dead. They were too eager, too contemptful. You see, Belle, we can be killed like any man. Especially when the daylight is strong and our strengths wane.â
âHave they ever tried to kill you?â
The Master lowered his head, a melancholic smile brushing over his lips. It was a silent âyesâ to a question he knew sheâd ask at some point or other. âDid they hurt you?â
âBelle.â The Master brushed a hand up over her sleeved arm, eyes meeting hers. He didnât wish to speak any further on the matter, that much was clear. Belle licked her lips. And the Master brushed his hand further down her arm, capturing her hand before pressing a fanged kiss on her soft skin. Even through his lips she could feel his vampiric canines.
Oh he sure was fascinating as ever.
âWhat happens if you bite?â He stretched back up to full height. âHmm..Either Iâd kill you, or..â He frowned, â..youâd become like me. I think.â
âUnless I love you first.â Belle said with certainty in her gentle voice, slightly unsettling the Master before her, his hand clenching her fingers more tightly. And Belle? She squeezed back.
âThat is why you were cursed, right?â The Master remained quiet. âFor love.â Belle quirked her head to the side, searching his gaze. He seemed pained, unsure. Scared even.
âWould you love me?â He asked, his voice far less honey-rich now uncertainty cracked through its vibration. The Master suddenly seemed so small, fragile, agonized. But Belle didnât know about the turmoil in his head; first he had forced her to stay here, then her father died, it..no..it could never be. He was still evil! He.. He should have never asked -
âI could.â
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How could two words change things? It was a question that kept the Master up through the late nights and long days. Knowing now that he craved not food, but something else. Love? Maybe. Either way, he remained within the castle walls. And with even more fervour he tried to get into the good graces of Belle. A daily routine was set where the Master would join Belle for tea, luncheon, supper and on occasion a moment of dialogue or other diversions in the library. With his stocks well-filled he made sure she would only receive the best. The most fragrant tea, the most succulent meats and the most well-spiced vegetables and stews.
Only the best.
But not for himself. As the sleepless days prolonged, so did his face, his already pale skin becoming near opaque, blue veins thin beneath his skin. Belle had tried to not worry as she knew little of his condition, but as the days progressed, she knew something was amiss. Was he starving himself?
âYou must eat.â She finally said, her resolute voice travelling over the dinner table where the Master sat with no meal or wine before him. He huffed and waved it off, but Belle persevered, not accepting his grumbling âdonât be sillyâ. And, thankfully, the Master held a soft spot for the maiden, her voice of reason soon echoing in his skull until he couldnât help but agree.
He needed to feed again.
As dinner finished and Belleâs plates and cups hopped off the table with elegant leaps - quite magical indeed -, she noticed the shimmer in the Masterâs eyes.
He was going to flee again. She knew him by now.
And just as expected, he got up quickly, feet moving towards the door, though not making it far. Belle had grasped onto his arm, fingers locking around his fleshy forearm as he tried to tug himself free.
âNo.â
âHave you not told me that I required nourishment?â A beautiful frown crossed his dark eyebrows. Â
âI did.â Belle licked her lips, still glistening from her delicious meal. âTake me with you... I want to see.â
The Master gruntled a low disapproval; had the maiden gone mad?! But Belle was headstrong, and her curiosity always won. And so, after a few long moments of Belle holding onto his wrist and the Master gazing coldly back at her, he caved. He was too easy on her, wasnât he? And in this quick turn of events, he forgot for just a moment what challenges this little adventure would bring.
And what deliciously hard challenges they would be.
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Happily Ever After
Pairing: BTS member x reader
Word count: 1431
Warnings: character death, murder, suicide
Summary: Writing has always been difficult for you. You loved to fantasize about stories, stories about dragons and fairies, magic and friendship and romance. For you, nothing could beat a good love story.
However, as much as you wished to write about all your dreams and wishes, you could never find the right words for it.
In which perspective should you write it?
How should you begin your story?
And how should it end? A happy ending? A tragedy?
You never really knew, but luckily, you had him. He helped you to organize your daydreams, gave you inspiration for an introduction and encouraged you to finish your stories. His love for your ideas, all the tales you tell, always animated you to keep going, to see his glowing eyes and growing smile, while reading your books.
He was your biggest motivation and no opinion was more important than his.
He couldnât stand reading, never did. For him, it was the most boring activity one could do. He never understood how one could like it, calling it addicting. That was, until he read your stories. He saw the world with your eyes, felt fabrics with your hands. He learned to love reading books, reading your books. They were the biggest treasure in the world, right next to you. And in his opinion no one, except for him, was worthy enough to read your books. And nobody but him would recognize the value of you.
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Books. Everywhere were books. Stacked on the table, piled next to the bed. But they werenât just any books. No, every single volume, every page, was written by you. He could open any of those, in his eyes, treasures and immerse into a new world, another universe, a paradise. Your fantasy, your whole mind was completely innocent, free of any filth. And your whole being was just as innocent as your mind. Once he saw you up close at a fan meeting. If he hadnât known beforehand, he would have thought he was standing in front of an angel. You radiated such purity that he was afraid to stain you, when your fingertips touched while you took his copy of your newly written book. You gave him a smile, showing so much love in your eyes, he had to hold himself back to not whisk you away. Far away from all of the others preying eyes, who just waited to taint you, to let you wither like a beautiful flower in a field of weed. He could not allow that. No it was his mission, the purpose of his whole life, to protect you. He would be your knight in shining armor.
Covers. He loved the hardcovers the most. The printed picture of you on these had the best quality. It was easier for him to copy your face from them, print posters for his wall and small photos for his wallet, so he could always look at you.
He remembered the first time he saw your face. It was on the back of the book, you flashed a big grin for the camera, showed how excited you were to publish your first novel. Your name was printed right under your picture, so perfect sounding and melodic that he couldnât stop himself from saying it out loud.
But right under your image was his. In your very first book and in every other one as well.
Kim Namjoon. Your editor and the very first person in every of your acknowledgments.
He loathed to see this person soil your beautiful book covers and execrated him every time he read your thanks to Kim Namjoon. Him, being your biggest support, your help in dark times? Nonsense, he was your biggest fan, he read no other book than yours. Wrote you letters, was the first to inform you what a masterpiece you created. So why wasnât he mentioned but this excuse of a man? He truly hated Kim Namjoon.
Pages. He always imagined you would smell like the pages of an old book. You mentioned once in an interview that you loved to collect antique novels. All of your book recommendations were on your personal blog. He read every single on of them and immediately purchased the next one if you updated your list, but he could never really find the reason why you liked those books. They were boring, completely ordinary and it made him feel sick, thinking how you would believe those are better authors than you. He just hoped you wouldnât let yourself be influenced.
He loved you for your originality. If someone was to wear the same outfit as you or to have the same hairstyle, it would always be the other person who copied you, be it a normal person or a celebrity. Everything you did was better, and while he normally hated changes, he trusted you to make the right choices, be it on your body or in your books. The only thing he could never forgive was you talking down on yourself. He would never lean back and watch how someone, not even yourself, would dim your light. He would protect you, but how?
Words. Every word that passed you lips was like a spell that enchanted him. From your soft voice in the interview videos, the emotional whisper in your public readings to the happy laugh when you announced your engagement. The man next to you, Kim Namjoon, moved his arm around your waist when the desktop of his computer went black. He saw his reflection in the cracked monitor, the mouse he previously still held in his hand, laying behind the broken screen. Did he threw it? He didnât notice it, still to enraged about your future plans to care for the damage in front of him.
You, engaged to him? Donât make him laugh. You were destined to be with him and not with your editor. He had already planned everything, from your wedding theme to where you would live after your honeymoon. And you, you just destroyed everything. Yes, it was your fault that he destroyed his monitor, that he began to loose his mind. You should take responsibility for your actions.
He was out of his apartment and on the street, on his way to you when a different thought crossed his mind. What if it wasnât your decision? What if it was this man, if he was responsible for all of this? Did he blackmail you, force you to marry him? It had to be like this, you would never deceive him without a reason.
He quickened his pace, you must be scared to death, completely alone with this monster. You were so helpless without his protection, it was almost cute.
Finished. Your book was finally finished. You told him, he inspired you to write it, the male protagonist was his role. He was thrilled hearing that. All those months he had kept you in his apartment were paying off. He was distraught when you refused to talk to him, completely ignored him. The only time you broke your silence was to yell at him or to cry. He hated seeing your tears, he never really knew what to say, none of his words helped you feel better. But one day he finally found the reason for all your sadness.
His clothes were soaked in blood when he came home later then usual. His feet carried him into your room, wanting to show you his gift for you. He saw tears well up when he showed you his surprise, but after this night you never cried again. He was more than happy that he finally eliminated the cause of all of your sorrow. To celebrate this, he hanged your present over the door to the kitchen, to always remind you, there was no reason to cry anymore. He never noticed how you refused to enter the kitchen since then or how your eyes were always down casted when you left your room, just to avoid the sight of Namjoonâs head over the door frame.
To be continued. Were the last words on your manuscript. His fingers caressed the letters, before he closed the book. A prince, you wrote him as a crown prince. But, why did he hurt you so much in the story? It wasnât like you to write such cruel books. You normally would create your own world, so why did you pick the Joseon era? What triggered your change? His feet carried him into your room, wanting to confront you about your abnormal behavior.
You laid in your bed, blood dripping down your arm, your breath shallow. Your eyelids flattered open when his shadow fell upon you. You gave him a weak smile, to tired to show or even feel your hatred towards him. He didnât understand, why were you hurt? Pieces of the mirror laid next to your bed, splattered with your blood, both of your wrists cut open.
He knelt in front of you and held your hands, which were getting colder and colder. You wouldnât die, you wouldnât leave him alone. Now that you no longer hate him, both of you could start a new life, explore the world and create your own love stories. Your last breaths came only slowly, you struggled with every gasp. Your eyes opened a last time and to find his.
âI⌠I am so tired about- About everything thatâs happening⌠Why⌠Wonât you leave me alone⌠For the last few minutes⌠HâŚÂ Hoseok?â, your eyes squeezed shut when you took an especially straining breath.
The corners of his mouth curved upwards. It was the first time you called him by his name, not just some cuss or insult. Now, you truly loved him.
He kissed your forehead, covered you with your blanket and turned the lights off, before exiting your room. The slumber you fell into afterwards was for eternity, but this was okay, because he was always there to care for you. He would never leave you alone.
And here is my first fanfiction and the start of my first series as well. M biggest thanks go to Google Translator and any other translating website, I feel like this fanfic sucked all of my English skills out of me. Thank you for reading and happy birthday to our Hope.
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