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sillygoose067 · 2 days ago

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Crash Landing Into You pt.2

Joaquin Torres x Reader

Joaquin stood outside the bookstore café, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet. He’d changed his shirt twice before coming—settled on a dark green button-up he hoped looked cool but not too try-hard.

When you walked out, he straightened, caught off guard by how nice you looked in your sweater dress, hair down, a small crossbody bag slung at your hip. You had this slightly nervous smile, the kind people wore when they weren’t totally sure if this was a good idea.

“Hey,” he said, hands slipping into his pockets. “You look…great.”

You ducked your head, warmth creeping up your cheeks. “Thanks. So do you.”

There was an awkward moment, the two of you trying to figure out if you should hug, shake hands, or just wave. He opted for a slightly dorky half-hug, arm barely touching your shoulder, and you both laughed as you walked in.

The conversation over coffee started cautious, a little stilted. He asked you about your job, you asked him about his, both of you trying not to sound rehearsed.

“So,” he said, stirring his cortado, “ER work. That’s gotta be intense.”

You nodded, wrapping your hands around your mug. “Yeah, it is. I mean… I like it. It’s chaos, but it makes me feel useful. You have to be quick, but you also have to be kind.” You shrugged. “Keeps you human, I guess.”

He tilted his head, genuinely impressed. “I get that. I mean, my whole thing is about quick decisions, too, but usually it’s more… ‘don’t crash into that building’ and less ‘save a tiny life.’”

You laughed, your shoulders relaxing a bit. “Both important. I think the building people appreciate you.”

The date got easier from there. You found little overlaps—shared shows, mutual fears of public speaking, the same guilty pleasure for really bad pop songs. By the time the café closed, you were leaning in toward each other, forgetting to check your watches.

He walked you home, hands brushing once or twice before he finally took yours, and when you reached your door, you lingered there, suddenly self-conscious again.

“I had a really good time,” you said, looking up at him. “Thanks for… this.”

He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, me too. Can I… text you? Maybe plan something less caffeinated next time?”

You grinned. “Definitely.”

You parted with a soft, slightly awkward hug, and when you closed the door behind you, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

⸻

By your fourth or fifth date, you’d found a rhythm. You’d made him dinner at your place once—a slightly burnt lasagna he pretended to love, even though the edges were like roof shingles. He’d taken you to a street fair, where you’d nearly puked on a spinning ride but insisted you were fine.

It was after one of those casual, unplanned nights that you found yourself curled up on his couch, legs across his lap, half-watching a terrible reality show while he absently rubbed your ankle.

“I have a confession,” he said suddenly, eyes still on the screen.

You looked over, heart skipping a little. “Yeah?”

“I have no idea what’s happening in this show,” he admitted, looking at you with a sheepish grin. “I’ve just been nodding every time you comment.”

You burst out laughing, head falling back against the armrest. “You liar. I thought you were invested in this trainwreck!”

“Hey, in my defense, I just like listening to you talk about it. You get all fired up.” He poked your shin. “It’s cute.”

You blushed, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

But he was also leaning in, thumb tracing gentle circles against your calf, his face closer now, eyes flicking to your mouth.

And when he kissed you, it was soft at first, a tentative press of lips, like he was giving you time to pull away. But you didn’t. You leaned in, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt, and he exhaled against your cheek, a quiet, contented sound that made your heart do backflips.

⸻

Eventually, he started leaving things at your place. A spare hoodie on your coatrack. His favorite phone charger coiled beside your bed. A toothbrush in the cup next to yours, like some quiet promise.

He’d stay over some nights, both of you too tired to make the trek to his apartment. You learned his little habits—how he hummed when he brushed his teeth, how he always checked the locks twice, how he stretched his arms over his head every morning like he was about to launch into the sky.

One lazy Sunday, you were curled up on the couch, his head in your lap, your fingers absently running through his curls as you read a book. He closed his eyes, a soft, sleepy smile on his lips.

“Is this weird?” he mumbled.

You looked down, brushing a curl off his forehead. “What?”

“This.” He cracked one eye open. “Us. Being this… domestic.”

You smiled, leaning down to kiss his temple. “Not weird. Just… nice.”

He squeezed your knee, eyes drifting shut again. “Yeah. Nice.”

⸻

It wasn’t perfect, of course. No couple is.

The first time you really fought, it was over something stupid—a last-minute mission that took him out of the country for two weeks without so much as a text, and you’d spent every night staring at your phone, convinced something had gone wrong.

When he finally showed up at your door, looking exhausted but relieved, you’d tried to brush it off, but he’d caught the tightness in your voice, the way your arms stayed crossed, shoulders tense.

“You’re mad,” he said, leaning against your doorframe, eyes dark.

You bit your lip. “I’m not mad. I just… I wish you’d said something. I worried.”

He exhaled, running a hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I should’ve. I just… it’s hard to explain. I didn’t want to put that on you.”

You hesitated, then stepped closer, your tone softening. “I want you to put it on me. That’s kind of the point, right?”

He dropped his head, shoulders slumping. “Yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry.”

You reached for his hand, squeezing gently. “I just… care about you. A lot.”

He looked up, his eyes softening. “I care about you, too.”

And the hug that followed wasn’t perfect either—too tight, too desperate—but it was real. And that mattered more.

⸻

It came out one morning, long after the sun had risen, when you were both tangled up in your sheets, half-awake, still groggy from the night before.

You were draped across his chest, fingers absentmindedly tracing the faint scar on his shoulder, your head tucked beneath his chin. His arm was wrapped around you, holding you close, his thumb brushing the soft skin of your arm.

He yawned, stretching a little, then mumbled, “You know you’re my favorite person, right?”

You smiled, eyes still closed. “Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm,” he said, voice sleep-heavy. “I’m serious. You… you make everything feel… different. Lighter. Even the hard stuff.”

You blinked, waking up a little more, feeling the weight of his words.

“I mean,” he continued, a nervous chuckle in his throat, “I’m still a mess, obviously. But you make me want to be less of a mess.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, looking down at him. “Are you trying to tell me something, Torres?”

He hesitated, eyes searching yours, his heart clearly picking up speed. “Yeah,” he said, voice softer now. “I love you.”

Your breath hitched. It felt like the air in the room shifted, the world suddenly sharper, brighter.

You swallowed, felt your heart pounding in your ears, then leaned down, pressing your forehead to his.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, your nose brushing his. “A lot.”

The relief in his eyes was immediate, his lips crashing into yours in a kiss that felt both urgent and deeply, deeply right. Like a promise sealed.

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A few months later, he got hurt. Nothing critical, but enough to shake you both.

He’d been out on a mission, one of those chaotic, high-stakes ones that Sam swore would be quick and easy, and he came back with a gash along his ribs and a limp that made your stomach drop.

When he stumbled into your apartment that night, his uniform torn, sweat slicking his hair to his forehead, you froze.

��Oh my god,” you whispered, rushing to his side. “Joaquin, what happened?”

He tried for a reassuring smile, even as his knees buckled a little. “Nothing. Just… took a hit. It’s fine.”

But when you peeled back the fabric and saw the jagged, bloody line across his ribs, you felt a wave of nausea hit you.

“You’re bleeding,” you hissed, guiding him to the couch. “Why didn’t you go to med bay?”

“I’m fine,” he insisted, wincing as he leaned back. “I just… wanted to see you.”

Your heart twisted, both at the stupidity of it and the tenderness. You grabbed your first aid kit, kneeling beside him as you started to clean the wound, hands shaking slightly.

“Dios, this looks bad,” you muttered, biting your lip as you worked. “You can’t just… walk around with this.”

He let his head fall back, exhaling shakily. “I knew you’d patch me up. You’re surgeon, right?”

You shot him a look, half angry, half terrified. “Yeah, for kids.”

He reached for your hand, catching it even as you tried to swat him away.

“Hey,” he said, voice suddenly serious. “I’m okay. I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

You paused, meeting his eyes, and felt your chest tighten.

“Promise me you won’t do this again,” you whispered, your voice cracking a little. “You can’t just… come back to me like this. It’s not fair.”

His grip tightened on your hand, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into your skin.

“I promise,” he whispered back, eyes softening. “I’ll be more careful. I swear.”

And when you leaned in, pressing your forehead to his, his free hand came up to cup the back of your neck, holding you there like you were his whole world.

⸻

Eventually, you stopped keeping track of which things were his and which were yours. His spare hoodie became a permanent fixture on the back of your desk chair. Your favorite blanket migrated to his couch. He started leaving spare socks in your laundry basket, and you stopped pretending you cared.

One morning, you caught him singing in your shower, a horribly off-key rendition of some old R&B song, and instead of being annoyed, you found yourself grinning like an idiot.

He came out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, hair dripping, and caught you staring.

“What?” he said, a little sheepish, grabbing for his shirt.

You shook your head, blushing. “Nothing. Just… you’re cute.”

He paused, then broke into a wide, teasing grin. “Oh, I’m cute, huh?”

You tossed a pillow at him, laughing as he ducked. “Don’t push it, Torres.”

But as he crossed the room, pulling you into a damp, soapy hug that made you squeal, you realized you hadn’t felt this happy in a long, long time.

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littlebluebird2000 · 2 days ago

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Twirling Hearts- part 5

pairing: yeon si-eun x reader (female reader)

rating: 18+

genre: romance, smut

warnings: overprotective sieun, school bullying, discussion about food and weight, violence, harassment, smut, mature language, sexual harassment/assault, slow-burn, jealousy, baku always being at the scene of the crime...

summary: Who would've thought that a ballerina and the school's most feared nerd would complete each other so well? Being the new student was never easy-especially not when you were the only girl transferring into an all-boys school. To make matters worse, Eunjang High has a reputation for having its fair share of troublemakers. Some of the rumors were enough to make anyone second-guess stepping through those front gates...

author's note: this chapter contains sexual content. if you are not comfortable with that, it's okay, i'll see you in the next story. it’s the finally so i went all out.

word count: 8k+

follow #bluebirdyeonsieun for updates on the story. for some reason, my tags aren't working :

part: 1., 2., 3., 4., 5.

Your apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of your laptop. You sat on the couch, finishing the last bit of your online class, while Sieun leaned beside you, lazily flipping through your math assignment.

“You missed this step.” He murmured, pointing to the page. “You distributed wrong here.”

You leaned in, your arm brushing his. “Oh—right. I forgot the negative.”

He nodded, calm and unbothered. He wasn’t teasing or judging, just stating the facts. There was a quiet concentration in him, but something gentler beneath it. Something lighter, as if the weight he usually carried had eased, if only for a moment.

Once the assignment was finished, the rest of the day passed without urgency. You reheated some leftovers and shared them cross-legged on the floor, talking about small, unimportant things. Every so often, your phone buzzed with a message. The boys were checked in to make sure you were doing okay. When Baku sent a ridiculous meme, you showed the messages to Sieun, who rolled his eyes and muttered. “Idiot.” There was no real bite to it. Just something that almost sounded like affection. The kind he didn’t quite know how to express out loud.

By evening, the sunlight had faded into a gentle glow, filling the room with a quiet calm. The TV flickered with some show neither of you cared about, the volume low and easy to ignore. You were curled up in the corner of the couch, nestled into Sieun’s side, his arm resting around you. His fingers moved slowly through your hair, gentle and absentminded, like it was second nature. He was quiet, but not in a distant way. This silence felt warm. Familiar. Safe.

“Hey.” His voice came softer than usual, hesitant. “Do you wanna come with me? To the hospital?”

You turned slightly, just enough to catch his face, his eyes fixed on the ceiling while his fingers continued to drift gently through your hair.

“To see my friend…” He said. “The one I told you about. He’s still not awake. But I sometimes go after school.”

There was something raw in his tone. Not fragile, but exposed. It didn’t feel like a casual question. It felt more like an invitation into a space he kept hidden, a quiet part of him that lived in silence.

You looked at him, eyes soft. “I’d really like to meet him.” You said quietly. “If he’s someone important to you… then he matters to me too.”

Something shifted in Sieun’s expression, quiet but clear. His gaze lingered on you, steady and unspoken. There was a softness there, something hard to name. Maybe it was trust. Or maybe a quiet kind of gratitude.

He didn’t smile, but his hand paused in your hair for a moment. He held your gaze, quiet and steady, then gave a small nod. It wasn’t much, but it felt like thanks. Genuine and wordless.

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The bus hummed beneath you, the city passing by in quiet blurs of motion and light. You sat beside Sieun, close enough that your shoulder brushed his. His phone buzzed in his hand, and he glanced down, eyes scanning the screen. A soft sigh left him.

“It’s Gotak.” He said. “Baku challenged Baekjin. Wants to settle things this weekend.”

You turned slightly toward him. “Seriously?”

He nodded, already typing a response. “Yeah. Other student from the school are probably going to join the fight. I told them I’d help figure something out.”

He said it so evenly, so calmly, that it caught you off guard. No panic. No frustration. Just quiet focus. You watched him for a moment, wondering how he could stay so composed with something like that looming, but that was who he was. He was always planning ahead.

When the bus came to a stop, you both stepped off together into the cool air. The hospital stood a few blocks ahead, pale and still under the fading light. Inside, the air was sharp with disinfectant. The receptionist handed over a clipboard without a word, and Sieun filled in both your names. You followed him down a long hallway, past rooms and nurses and the faint, steady beep of machines.

At last, you reached the door.

He stopped in front of it, his hand hovering just near the handle.

“I haven’t been inside for a long time.” He said, not looking at you. “I usually sit out here. On that bench.” He nodded towards it. “I text his phone. Tell him stuff about my day. School. Random things. Pretend he’s reading it.”

You stayed quiet, letting him speak.

His fingers twitched slightly at his side. “But I think… I want to go in today.”

You gave a small nod, just enough for him to notice. You didn’t need to say anything. You were here, and that was enough.

After a moment, Sieun reached for the handle. His shoulders rose with a breath, then lowered as he slowly pushed the door open.

The room was quiet, save for the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the gentle hiss of the oxygen machine. Sieun’s friend lay completely still beneath the pale hospital sheets, an oxygen mask covering his face. Thin wires and IV lines ran from his arms to a nearby machine.

Sieun lingered at the side of the bed, unmoving, eyes fixed on his friend. After a moment, he stepped forward and eased into the chair beside him. His shoulders slumped slightly, and for once, he didn’t try to hold himself so tightly together

“Hey, Suho.” He said, his voice soft. “It’s been a while.”

He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on his knees, eyes locked on the boy lying in front of him. You stayed quiet, listening and letting him have the space he needed.

“I brought someone with me today.” He continued quietly. “It’s Y/N. The girl I’ve been texting you about.”

His voice caught slightly, just for a second, but he didn’t stop.

“She’s the one who always looks at me like I’m more than I am. You’d probably roll your eyes and say I’ve gone soft.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He looked down then, fingers lacing together in his lap.

“I really wish you’d wake up now.” He said, and this time his voice was lower. More raw. “It’s been so long. I keep thinking… maybe tomorrow. But it’s never tomorrow...”

He leaned back slightly, looking at Suho’s face. His eyes were tired, but open in a way that didn’t happen often. Honest. Unshielded.

“I don’t know what else to say.” He admitted. “But I thought you should meet her. Even like this.”

His voice trailed off, and he sat there, quiet, looking at the boy who used to sit beside him in class. The boy who used to make him feel like he wasn’t alone.

You stepped forward without a word and gently placed your hand on Sieun’s shoulder. He didn’t look up, but you felt the way he leaned ever so slightly into your touch, as if grounding himself in the moment.

“Hi, Suho. It’s nice to meet you.” You said, voice calm, steady despite the tightness in your chest. “Don’t worry about Sieun. I’ll keep an eye on him while we wait for you to come back.”

For a few seconds, the room was quiet again.

Then you noticed the tears trailing silently down Sieun’s cheeks. He stayed where he was, unmoving, eyes steady on Suho. The tears came slowly, tracing quiet paths down his cheeks. He let them fall. There was no outburst, only the quiet ache of someone who had been holding everything in for far too long.

He looked at Suho like he wanted to speak, like the words were there but just out of reach. His jaw tightened, and his hands curled slightly in his lap. The silence around him was not empty. It was filled with everything he could not bring himself to say. Grief. Frustration. Longing.

And in that quiet, it became clear. The hope inside him was still alive, small and aching. It sat heavy in his chest, steady and painful. The kind of hope that hurts just to carry.

You stayed beside him, your hand resting gently on his shoulder and you knew that just being there was all he needed.

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You stepped out of the hospital side by side, the automatic doors closing behind you with a hush that felt too final. The sky had darkened while you were inside. Sieun walked close to you, quiet, his hand brushing against yours before he gently took it. He didn’t squeeze. He just held on, like he needed the contact to remind himself he was still here, still allowed to feel something.

You glanced at him. His face was tired, unreadable, but there was something fragile in eyes.

“If you want, you can come to my place.” You said softly. “But if you need time alone, or to go home… I’ll understand.”

He didn’t look at you. He just walked beside you, his eyes fixed ahead. Then he said, softly. “I’ll stay. As long as you’ll have me.”

That hurt, the way he said it. Like he was asking permission just to exist. “You’re always welcome at my place.”

And you meant it. Every word.

But he slowed his steps a little, eyes dropping to the pavement.

“I should stop by my apartment first.” He murmured. “Just to grab some clothes. A few things.”

When you reached his building, you felt something in him shift. His steps slowed just slightly, his grip on your hand tightened before he lets go to unlock the door.

His apartment felt colder than you expected. Not physically, but in the way it seemed to carry no warmth at all. The light from the ceiling was faint, casting more shadows than comfort. His mother was on the couch with her phone in her hand. She didn’t look up until the door closed behind you. She stood up.

“There you are.” She snapped. “You didn’t call. You don’t even think about me, did you?”

Then she saw you.

Her words trailed off as her eyes shifted to your face. She blinked, clearly thrown. For a moment, she just stared, like she couldn’t quite figure out where you’d come from or why you were standing next to her son. You bowed quickly. “Hello, ma’am. I’m Y/N.” You said politely.

She didn’t reply. Her eyes stayed on you for a second too long before shifting back to Sieun.

“This is what you’ve been doing?” She said, her voice rising. “Running around with a girl while I sit here worried? How can you be so selfish? Can’t you think about me for once?”

You froze. But Sieun...

He turned around slowly to face her, his voice steady, too calm. “Since when do you care what I do?”

She frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t care before I moved in.” He said. “Back when I lived with Dad, you didn’t call. You didn’t ask how I was doing. You just liked getting the report cards. I was a good son, right? As long as you had something to brag about at work or to your friends…”

“That’s not true.” She said quickly, shaking her head. “You don’t know how hard it’s been for me. I did my best—”

“Right.” He cut in. “You’re the one who had it hard. I get it. Raising a kid who was always sick, always quiet, always a little bit too much trouble.” He said it with no heat. Just exhaustion. A truth repeated too many times in his head. “I didn’t move in with you because I wanted to.” He added. “I had to. The school’s closer. That’s all.”

“Don’t act like I never cared about you—”

“You cared when it made you look good.” He said. “When I was getting awards. When the teachers called home. You smiled and told everyone how proud you were. But when I needed you….When I was having a hard time …You didn’t even notice… Because you were never there.”

She stood there, stunned, like she couldn’t believe he’d say those things out loud. Like she was the one being attacked. “Sieun, don’t say things like—”

“Our relationship worked better when you ignored me.” He continued. “I wish you’d stop pretending we’re something we’re not. We’ve never been close. We don’t have a normal mother-son relationship. We never did. I’m not trying to fight. Please, let’s stop pretending.”

He turned to head to his room, but paused in the doorway. “I’ll text, sometime.” He added, voice quieter now. “I’ll come back every now and then. This is still home, even if it doesn’t feel like it. I just… need space. That’s all. I’m sorry.”

For a second, her face shifted. Something like guilt flickered there, but it passed quickly.

Without waiting for a reply, he walked in his room. You bowed slightly again and followed him. He packed fast. Efficient. Like he knew exactly what he needed and wanted to leave before anything else could be said. Clothes, toothbrush, charger, hoodie. A few books. His hands were steady, but his silence was loud.

“Even when I was little. Even when I was scared or sick. She’d tell people how hard it was for her. And I thought maybe if I worked harder, she’d… see me differently.” He muttered.

You stepped closer, placing your hand gently on his arm. “You don’t have to keep earning love that should’ve been given.”

He didn’t respond right away. Just zipped his bag and stood there for a second, staring at the floor. Then he nodded.

You walked out with him. His mother didn’t say a word. Neither did he.

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The week dragged on, each day heavier than the last. Everyone at Eunjang felt it, even if no one said anything out loud. It was in the way conversations stopped when certain names were mentioned. In how Baku’s usual teasing quieted down, replaced with short nods and long silences. Even Sieun seemed different. Calmer on the outside, but more distant, like he was already somewhere else.

The Union had gone too far. Taking you had crossed a line, and Baekjin knew that. Maybe that was the point. Maybe he wanted to pull Baku into a corner where he’d finally have no choice but to fight back. But if Baekjin thought fear would win, he clearly didn’t know Baku as well as he used to.

The fight was set for Saturday. Earlier in the week, Sieun, Baku, and Gotak had asked you not to join, almost in unison.

“This one’s going to be bad.” Baku said, voice low. “You shouldn’t be anywhere near it.”

You knew they were right.

Not to be cliché, but you were a ballerina. You weren’t the violent type. You didn’t fight with your fists. Your world was built on discipline, control, the ache of movement, not the sting of bruises. They had told Juntae not to fight as well. He had argued at first, of course. Juntae wasn’t one to sit back when the rest of them were moving forward. But this time, they wouldn’t let him. Especially Gotak. He had pulled him aside early in the week, voice low but firm.

“You’ve done enough.” He said. “We need you safe.”

Juntae wasn’t the strongest physically, and he knew it. But mentally, he held them together. He was the one who always brought them back when they lost focus. The one who reminded them what mattered when things went too far. Without him, the group wouldn’t be what it was. He finally agreed on the condition that he could watch from afar with you, just in case things got out of control.

Saturday came by faster than you would have liked. The rain hadn’t stopped all day. The field was nothing but mud and gravel. You stood far from the fight, far enough to stay out of reach, but close enough to see everything. Beside you, Juntae stayed still under his umbrella, the rain tapping steady against the fabric. You gripped your own a little tighter, heart lodged somewhere in your throat.

Out on the field, boys from Eunjang gathered slowly, their silhouettes dark against the gray sky. Every single one of them wore their school uniform. The same navy blue blazer and white shirt with the striped tie. It wasn’t about school pride. It was about unity. About letting the Union know they weren’t scared. Not anymore.

Baku stood at the front, eyes fixed across the field. Gotak beside him, stone-faced. Sieun stood a little behind them, calm and unreadable. He didn’t look around. He just stared forward like he already knew exactly what had to be done.

The Union stood across from them. Less of them than expected. Word had gotten around, and many of their members had backed out at the last second. Maybe they realized Baekjin wasn’t invincible after all. Or maybe they just didn’t want to bleed for someone else’s pride.

And then Baku stepped forward. He raised his voice just enough to be heard through the storm.

“Na Beakjin!” He screamed

The Union’s leader didn’t move.

“If you lose.” Baku shouted. “This is the end of the Union!”

Baekjin tilted his head slightly, but didn’t answer to him. You saw his mouth move slightly, like he was talking to his gang members. You couldn’t understand from this far.

After that, a battle shout resounded and all the umbrellas dropped.

You saw the first punch fly. Then another. Then it became impossible to keep track.

You and Juntae stood frozen in place. Mud was splashing everywhere. Baku tore straight for Baekjin like nothing else mattered. Gotak crashed into a group like a wrecking ball, clearing space for his friends. And Sieun…

He fought like the rain didn’t touch him. Calm. Focused. Every hit with purpose. He didn’t shout or snarl like the others. He just moved. Quick and brutal and silent.

Baku and Baekjin stood across from each other now. Around them, the chaos kept going. There was fists and shouts and soaked uniforms slamming into mud… But this moment belonged to them. Old friends. Now enemies. You didn’t need to know all the history to feel the weight of it in the air.

Baku didn’t waste time.

He lunged first, going for Baekjin’s shoulders, quick and brutal. Every hit aimed high. You could tell he was trying to wear him down, knock the strength out of his arms before it built up. His fists were loud, messy, full of heat. The kind of fighting that looked like it came from the heart or maybe even the guts.

Baekjin’s moves were tighter, smarter. Everything was deadly precise. When he managed to land a hit, it made Baku stagger.

Still, Baku didn’t stop. Not until Baekjin caught him clean across the jaw.

You saw it happen. Baku’s knees giving out, his body dropping into the mud like it weighed twice as much. Your breath caught in your throat and you grabbed Juntae’s sleeve. Juntae didn’t say a word. He just lifted a trembling hand to his mouth, eyes glassy with disbelief

The rain halted abruptly, as though the sky itself had paused in anticipation.

Your umbrella hung limp at your side, water still dripping from the edges. You didn’t notice it anymore. Your eyes were fixed on the middle of the field, heart beating too fast to count.

Baekjin stepped over him, breath heavy.

“Who’s next?” He shouted, chest rising and falling. “Come on! I’ll take all of you!”

The rest of the field had gone still. Not a single punch thrown. They were all watching now.

Gotak took one step forward, fists already clenched.

But Sieun stopped him.

A single hand on the shoulder. Nothing more.

Gotak looked back, unsure for only a second. Then he let him pass.

Sieun stepped into the open without a word. No words. No expression. Just calm.

You gripped the fabric of your Juntae’s blazer.

He ducked the first swing with barely a flinch, wrapping around Baekjin’s leg like he’d studied every move in advance. Where Baku had gone for the upper body, Sieun went low. You saw the glint of metal in his fist — brass knuckles. He didn’t hesitate. He drove it into Baekjin’s leg, again and again, forcing him to buckle.

Baekjin staggered, but didn’t fall.

The two of them circled each other. This wasn’t the same as before. It wasn’t about power anymore. It was about two minds trying to out-think each other while their bodies gave out underneath them. Sieun hit Baekjin again, but he swung back fast, catching Sieun in the shoulder, then the ribs. Hard. You flinched.

You had stepped forward without realizing it.

“Sieun—!”

Juntae grabbed your wrist. “Don’t. Let him handle it.”

Your chest ached with how hard your heart was pounding. Your legs felt heavy, like the ground was pulling at your feet. All you could do was watch, barely blinking, eyes locked on Sieun as he took another blow and staggered back. You wanted to run to him when Baekjin landed another strike that sent him to the ground. Mud streaked across his face as he coughed, trying to breathe through the pain.

Baekjin walked up to him, blood at the corner of his mouth. “What is this?” He asked, voice hoarse. “Is this still part of your little plan, Sieun?”

Sieun turned his head slightly, dirt on his cheek. His voice was soft. “Still within the margin of error.”

And just as Baek-jin turned to look at him again —

Baku got back up.

You almost shouted.

He moved like a shadow out of the fog, face bloodied, jaw bruised, eyes burning. And then…one clean swing.

A punch to the side of Baekjin’s head.

It landed so hard you heard the crack echo across the field, like a branch snapping clean in two.

Baekjin hit the ground.

Then Baku stood over him, breathing hard. His voice was hoarse, quiet, but you heard it.

“I’m sorry.” He said, eyes sad. “But you should be sorry to me too.”

It was over.

The Union had fallen.

Cheers erupted from the Eunjang students behind you, the sound wild and raw.

Baku turned and looked at Sieun, still lying in the dirt. Without a word, he crouched and helped him up.

You and Juntae ran toward them. You couldn’t stay still anymore.

The rain had started again, light this time. Just a steady, cold drizzle, like the storm was finally winding down.

When you reached them, Sieun was on his feet, but just barely. His lip was split, blood at the corner of his mouth, and scratches ran along his cheek and jaw. Dirt clung to his uniform, and bruises were already blooming across his cheek. He still had the brass knuckles gripped tightly in one hand.

He was staring at Baekjin, who was still lying in the mud. Awake, but not moving. His face was streaked with tears, silent and steady, like he didn’t even realize he was crying.

There was no triumph on Sieun’s face. No pride.

Only pity.

And something else.

Like he’d seen this play out before, and already knew how it ended.

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Back at your apartment, the quiet felt heavier than usual. The fight was over, but it hadn’t really left either of you.

Sieun had just come out of the shower, a towel still hanging loose around his shoulders. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and the bruises stood out darker now, stark against his skin. You didn’t say anything. Just patted your bed and waited for him to sit.

He did, slowly, shoulders stiff. You knelt in front of him with the first aid kit, hands working in silence.

His knuckles were torn open, raw from the brass. You cleaned them gently, not looking up as he watched you. The scratches on his cheeks were superficial, but angry-looking. You pressed a cotton pad to each one and taped them without a word.

When you dabbed alcohol onto the cut on his lip, he flinched. AYou didn’t comment. Just moved slower after that. Careful. Steady.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were the soft rustle of the bandages and the faint drip of water from his hair hitting the floor.

“I know it wasn’t easy.” You said quietly. “But I’m proud of you.”

His eyes flicked up, surprised.

“Not because you won.” You added. “But because you stood up for everyone. You didn’t have to, but you did anyway.”

Sieun looked down again, jaw tight.

You hesitated, then went on. “Baekjin… I don’t think he’s the monster everyone says he is. He looked… lost, honestly.”

His fingers twitched slightly at that, but he didn’t interrupt.

“But that doesn’t excuse what he did.” You said, voice steady. “People go through awful things — I get that. But it doesn’t give them the right to hurt everyone around them because of it.”

Sieun looked at you, quiet. There was no surprise in his eyes…just a tired sort of understanding, like he’d already been thinking the same thing.

“I’m just glad you were the one who stepped up.” You continued. “Because you didn’t fight out of pride. You fought because you cared.”

You didn’t press him for a response. You just kept tending to him in silence, dabbing gently at the cut on his lip, brushing antiseptic over the scrapes along his knuckles.

You handed him a couple of painkillers and a glass of water, and he took them without a word. Then you grabbed the ice pack you’d left on the nightstand and pressed it lightly to the bruise forming beneath his eye.

A few seconds passed like that, his eyes on yours, the cold pack resting between your fingers, and your hand on his face like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Then, softly, like it was the only thing left to say, he murmured. “I love you.”

You just looked at him for a moment, then smiled.

“I know.” You said. “I love you too.”

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You woke up to the sound of quiet breathing and the soft weight of an arm around your waist. The room was still, dim with early light. For a while, you just stayed there, letting yourself feel it.

Sieun was asleep next to you, lying close. His body was warm against yours, solid. Familiar. His face still carried the traces of the fight. There were bruises along his cheekbone, a swollen lip, fading red scratches near his jaw, but none of it took away from how pretty he looked.

You shifted slightly, careful not to wake him. His grip tightened, just a little, like his body was used to holding onto yours. Carefully, you reached up and pushed a strand of hair away from his face and smiled to yourself.

You’d shared a bed before, more than once, but this time felt different. Being next to him wasn’t just comforting…it made something inside you feel steady. Like you’d been holding your breath without realizing, and now you could finally let it out.

You looked at him again, at the mess of his dark hair falling across his forehead, the rise and fall of his chest. And just for a moment, you let yourself think it…

Waking up next to Sieun might be your favorite thing in the world.

Sieun stirred beside you, a quiet shift of the blanket and a faint scrunch of his brow as he blinked awake. His voice was still rough with sleep when he let out a low, muffled sound.

You laughed, barely, and leaned in to press a light kiss to his cheek, careful not to touch the bruised parts. “Morning.” You whispered.

He didn’t respond right away, just looked at you with half-lidded eyes, like he was still trying to figure out where he was. His body was slow to move, stiff from the fight, but he didn’t flinch when you shifted away.

“I’ll get your meds.” You said quietly, slipping out from under the covers.

In the kitchen, you filled a glass of water and grabbed the painkillers. When you returned, he had sat up slightly, resting against the headboard with one arm draped across his stomach.

“Do you want more ice for your bruises?” You asked.

He took the medication without complaining this time, his fingers brushing yours. Then he shook his head. “I’ll be okay.” His voice was rougher than usual, but steady. You sat down on the edge of the bed and held out the glass of water.

He took the glass, brushing your hand in the process, and swallowed the pills without a word. You watched his throat move, his busted lip stretching slightly as he drank. He winced, but didn’t say anything. He gave the glass back with a small nod of thanks, still drowsy, his body heavy with leftover exhaustion.

Without thinking, your fingers drifted up into his hair, lightly combing through the soft strands. He didn’t speak. He just let out a slow, contented sigh and closed his eyes, his body relaxing more with each pass of your hand. It was subtle, but you could feel it…the way he leaned into your touch like he needed it.

When you paused for just a moment, his eyes cracked open and he let out a quiet, disappointed groan.

You laughed, shaking your head. “That good, huh?”

He smirked faintly, eyes fluttering closed again. “Don’t stop.”

Your hand stayed in his hair, gentle and slow, until you felt the tension completely leave his body.

“You’re staring.” He said softly, voice still rough with sleep.

“Yeah.” You murmured, not bothering to deny it. “You’re pretty. Even like this.”

He gave a tired, crooked smile. “That’s not true.”

You leaned in just a little, thumb brushing the edge of his jaw. “It is.”

He didn’t say anything to that, just watched you, the softness in his eyes growing deeper by the second. And when you leaned closer, carefully and slowly, he didn’t pull back.

Your lips pressed the lightest kiss to the uninjured side of his mouth, just a brush of warmth. He let out a small breath, almost like a sigh, and his hand found your hip under the blanket.

Sieun’s fingers curled slightly and he pulled you just a little closer. His eyes were still half-lidded, and the way he looked at you now, steady and drawn in, sent a warmth spreading through your chest.

Then he leaned in again, this time aiming for more than just a soft brush. You felt the shift in him, the way he tilted his head slightly, searching for a deeper kiss.

You stopped him with a hand on his chest. “Sieun.” You said gently, a quiet laugh in your voice. “You’re still healing. Your lip—”

“I’m fine. I swear.” He murmured, voice low, almost a whisper against your skin.

You looked at him for a moment, searching his face for even a flicker of pain. But there was only that same calm certainty he always showed when he meant what he said.

Still careful, you leaned in again, slowly and cautiously, meeting him halfway. And this time, he kissed you fully. A little clumsy, a little careful, but real.

The kiss deepened slowly, breath catching between the pauses. His hand slid up your back, deliberate and warm, before settling at your jaw. When he kissed you again, it wasn’t cautious anymore. It was hungry in a way that made your pulse skip.

You barely noticed the shift in position until you felt the mattress dip and his weight press more firmly against you. Sieun laid you gently onto your back, his hand bracing beside your head. His lips hovered above yours, his breath uneven.

“I want you.” He said, voice low and a little hoarse.

Your breath caught in your throat. The weight of his words settled over you, not heavy, but warm, like something long-awaited and real. You searched his face. His eyes didn’t waver. Even with the cut on his lip, the fading bruises, the exhaustion still clinging to him, he looked at you like you were the only thing he could see.

You nodded slowly. “I want you.” You said, your voice soft, barely above a whisper. Then you added. “I want you too.”

His shoulders eased, his eyes darkened, and he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath this entire time. Sieun’s gaze dropped to your mouth, and he kissed you again. Your fingers found his hair. He sighed into the kiss, letting it pull him closer until there was hardly any space between you.

His hand slid under the hem of your shirt, palm warm against your skin. You gasped softly, the sound swallowed by his mouth. The tenderness from earlier melted into something needier, more urgent.

You kissed along his jaw, avoiding the worst of his injuries. He let out a low breath, almost a groan, his hands gripping your waist tighter.

“Tell me if I hurt you.” You whispered.

“You won’t.” He breathed. “I’ll tell you. Just—don’t stop.”

You could hear the slight catch in his breathing every time your fingers moved through his hair. His sighs were low and soft, almost like they slipped out without permission, like the sensation was too much to hold in.

His hand traced along your ribs with reverence, fingertips trembling slightly when he glazed your naked breast. You arched into him as his lips traveled to the corner of your jaw, then lower, grazing your neck with barely-there kisses that made your skin feel too tight, too hot.

His fingers brushed the edge of your shirt again, slower this time, deliberate. He paused, giving you a chance to pull away, but you didn’t. Instead, you lifted your arms in silent permission. Sieun helped you out of it carefully, as if the fabric itself were something delicate. Next came your underwear.

You felt his gaze, but it wasn’t heavy. It was tender. His breath caught, but he didn’t rush. His hands stayed warm and steady, resting lightly on your waist.

“You’re beautiful.” He said, voice barely audible.

In response, your hands reached for the hem of his shirt. He didn’t hesitate, letting you lift it over his head and toss it aside. His skin was warm under your touch, his chest rising and falling just a little faster now. Faint bruises still lingered along his ribs.

Sieun sat back slightly, his gaze holding yours. He didn’t speak, but the question was clear in his eyes. Is this still okay?

You met his look and nodded once, slow and certain. That was all he needed.

Without a word, Sieun shifted just enough to hook his thumbs into the waistband of his pajama pants. He slid them down and off in one smooth motion, dropping them carelessly to the floor.

He leaned down to kiss you again, slower this time. His mouth moved gently against yours, deepening the kiss as his tongue brushed softly past your lips. Your hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers.

He tensed for a moment, caught between surprise and the rush of sensation, but then exhaled, eyes fluttering shut as he melted into your touch. Your fingers wrapped around him, stroking his length as he moaned into your mouth. You pumped him from base to tip, running your thumb over the wet patch at the head of his cock, making him shuttered.

In return, he lowered his hand from your waist, down to your crotch, the motion a little clumsy. You heard him cursed when his fingers came in contact with your heat. He found what made you breathe deeper, what made your fingers tighten, and his hesitation began to fade. Each reaction from you seemed to guide him, steadying his hands and calming his nerves. His finger pressed onto your clit, placing careful pressure before working it in a circle. His movements grew more sure, but never careless. Every shift of his hand, every kiss against your neck... He wasn’t rushing.

He slipped a finger inside and you gasped in his mouth, tightening your grip on him. He started pumping slowly, curling his fingers inside you, your wetness helping him with his movements. A whine flew from your lips as he hit the spongy spot inside you, making your entire body twitch.

“S-Sieun.” You cried when he added another finger and curled it.

Sieun pulled back from the kiss, his lips barely parted, his breath uneven. But he didn’t move far. He hovered just above you, eyes locked on your face.

You could feel the weight of his gaze, the way it traced over every part of you. Your flushed cheeks, the parting of your lips, the soft rise and fall of your chest… He was looking at you with awe. Like he couldn’t believe he was the reason you looked like this.

He tilted his head just a little, the corners of his mouth lifting in the faintest hint of a smile. “You feel good?” He asked, voice low and just a little teasing.

Your lips curved into the barest smile, and you gave a small nod. “Yeah.” you whispered. “I do.”

Sieun’s eyes softened. He exhaled slowly, as though that one word had undone whatever tension he still carried. His hand rose to your face, fingertips brushing your cheek, then tucking your hair behind your ear. “Let me take care of you.” He said as he removed my hand from his boxers, away from his hardened cock.

You started to protest, but when he started pumping his fingers faster, curling them inside at just the right angle, a strangled sound left your throat. Your eyes closed and your body arched in response. You tried to close your legs in reflex, but Sieun held you open for him. Your knees were pressed against his thighs, the strength of them effectively holding them open, restricting any movement.

His fingers fuck in and out of you faster and faster, circling your clit in a matching pace with his thumb. You were soaked at this point, wetness dripping down the side of your thighs.

A slow, pulsing heat built low in your stomach, spreading through you like a wave. Your body felt flushed, every nerve lit with anticipation. From above, Sieun let out a low hum and the sound alone sent a shiver skimming down your spine.

Your fingers curled tight into the sheets, knuckles pale with tension, eyes still closed. “You’re so good to me.” You gasped, your voice airy and trembling. “Thank you… thank you,” You repeated, the words slipping out in broken whispers as the heat built inside you, rushing towards your climax.

A groan slipped from Sieun’s mouth as he quickened his pace, breath catching. The room filled with the slick, rhythmic sounds between you…. wet, breathless, raw — blending with your moans.

Your gaze flicked up to Sieun, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. His brow was faintly furrowed, jaw tight, as if he was carefully holding himself together. He was watching you, reading you. Every breath, every sound you made mattered. Like he didn’t want to miss a single part of you unraveling beneath him. His hand didn’t waver. He moved with quiet confidence now, like instinct had taken over.

His eyes stayed on yours, wide and unblinking, lit with a kind of quiet intensity. That look, those beautiful eyes of his, your favorite thing about him, held so much in them now. Not just focus, not just care, but something deeper. It felt like he was trying to hold you together with just his gaze, even as you were starting to fall apart beneath him.

Chorus of moans left your mouth, and you felt yourself slipping, your body tensing under the growing wave. Sieun’s gaze, locked with yours, full of warmth and something unspoken, held you there as you finally climax.

Your body shook uncontrollably, thighs tensing underneath his as intense pleasure crashed through you. Sieun’s fingers continued to fuck you throughly, only slowing when your hands went up and scratches his shoulder, your whole body twitching in overstimulation.

His name tumbled from your lips just as he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was all heat and desperation. His tongue pushed past your lips with a hunger that made your breath catch, the kiss messy and deep, like he couldn’t get close enough fast enough.

The room felt too small for how much heat passed between you. His mouth moved from yours to your neck, your shoulder, then back again, each kiss more urgent than the last.

Sieun backed away to fully removed his underwear. His cock sprang free, pre-cum running down to his base. He pumped himself a few times, spreading the wetness evenly.

“I don’t have a condom.” He said suddenly, eyes wide in realization.

“Don’t need one,” You whispered, breath hitching as your legs pulled him in closer. “I’m on the pill.”

You saw relief flashes in his eyes for a second. Slowly, still giving you time to pull away if you changed your mind, he spread your legs further and let himself rest against your pussy. With one hand, he tapped the tip of his solid cock on your swollen clit before rubbing it up and down your slit, lining up with your entrance. You shuttered at the contact. He presses his lips to your forehead as he slowly pushed inside, easing you into gently.

Your hands found his hair, fingers tightening as the ache of the stretch settled in. It was sharp at first, pulling a soft gasp from your throat. But slowly, steadily, the pain began to dull, warmth overtaking the sting. You were grateful he’d taken his time, that his fingers had eased you open before this. He pressed in deeper, slow and steady, until you felt completely full. There was no space left between you.

Sieun stayed still for a moment, his forehead resting lightly against yours, his breath uneven against your cheek. His arms trembled slightly where they held him up, muscles tense, like he was holding himself back with everything he had. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his brows pulled together. He was fighting the urge to move, afraid of pushing too far, of hurting you.

His eyes met yours, soft and searching.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, his voice low and careful, but so full of feeling it made your chest ache.

You nodded, your fingers brushing against his cheek, grounding him. “I’m okay.” You whispered back. “Please, move.”

He nodded slowly, biting his lower lip. When he moved again, it was careful and tender. His lips found your cheek, then your jaw, then just beneath your ear, leaving soft, lingering kisses in his wake. Each one felt like a quiet promise. You felt his breath stutter, heard the soft sounds slipping from his throat. It was helpless, like he couldn’t hold them back.

You turned your face into his neck, your lips brushing his skin as you breathed out. “You feel so good.”

Sieun let out a broken moan, one hand slipping to your waist to hold you more firmly, more securely, but still with that same gentleness. The love in his touch was undeniable. It wrapped around you just as tightly as his fingers did.

The rhythm between you began to shift. It was still tender, but deeper now, more insistent. Sieun’s breath hitched as he adjusted his grip on your waist, drawing you a little closer beneath him. His movements grew more fluid, not driven by urgency, but by a need to feel you fully. To be closer. To give you everything he could.

You felt it in the way his hips moved, more certain now. In the low, quiet sounds falling from his mouth, soft and aching, almost reverent. His forehead rested against yours for a breath, his eyes fluttering shut as if the feeling overwhelmed him too. He set a steady pace, rolling his hips into you over and over, the feeling of him pumping in and out of you felt euphoric

Your body moved with his naturally, like you were made for this closeness. He kissed you again, messier this time, his lips parting yours with more heat and more need. His left hand cupped one of your breasts in his wide palm, running his thumb over your nipple. Your head was spinning, lost in the pleasure he was giving you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you cried out when he reached deeper, hitting a delicious spot inside of you that made you incredibly wetter.

He whispered your name once, barely audible, like it had slipped out without meaning to. Like it was a prayer he didn’t know he was saying.

When your eyes opened to meet his again, the pace didn’t falter. If anything, it grew more intense. Sieun found both of your hands and pinned them beside your head, his fingers laced with yours. Your bodies moved in sync, fast and slow all at once, dizzying yet steady, grounded in the way he held you like he couldn’t bear to let go. The upward curve of his cock continued to hit that spot inside of you and you felt the tension in your stomach growing incredibly tensed, like it was about to snap.

You hold Sieun’s hand harder. “I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered, lips trembling. He cursed when you squeezed tightly around him. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room, and your gasps turned to full on cries as he pounded into you more eagerly.

You moaned into the shell of his ear as the pressure blew, your whole body tensing before letting go. Sieun fucked you through it, helping you ride the wave of your toe-curling orgasm. He buried his face in your neck as his hips lost their rhythm, messily and urgently pumping into you now. His hips came to an abrupt stop as he released into you, multiple desperate whimpers leaving his mouth. You could feel the twitching of his cock as warmth filled deep inside your belly.

You untangled your hands, sliding one into his hair and the other across his back, pulling him closer as your chests rose and fell with heavy breaths. Both of you were breathless, your skin damp with sweat. His face remained buried in your neck, and your legs hung loosely around his waist. You pressed a tender kiss to the side of his head. “I love you.” You whispered, quiet and shaky.

The words hung between you, delicate but powerful. For a second, Sieun didn’t move, like they were sinking into him, wrapping around whatever was left of his breathless high. Then he slowly lifted his head from your neck. His hair was damp with sweat, his cheeks flushed and his eyes were dazed with afterglow. They looked softer than you’d ever seen them. Full of something open and unguarded. Tender.

He leaned in and kissed you. Slow this time. Not desperate or hungry like before, but sweet. “I love you too.” He said, voice low and rough around the edges, but deep with emotion.

Neither of you moved for a long time after that.

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A few months after….

You walked hand in hand with Sieun, your steps slow and tired after the long day at school. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden light over everything. The weather was perfect, the kind that made you forget all your worries for a little while. Baku, Gotak, and Juntae walked beside you, their laughter echoing through the street as they teased one another. Everything felt easy and happy.

Then Sieun’s phone rang.

He glanced at the screen and picked up, answering with a quiet. “Hello?” At first, his expression barely changed, but then something shifted. A flicker of confusion passed through his eyes, then widened into disbelief.

When the call ended, he turned to all of you, his voice unsteady but clear. “He’s awake.”

That was all he said before grabbing your hand and running. The others followed without hesitation.

You arrived at the hospital breathless, your feet skidding to a stop outside in the courtyard. There, sitting in a wheelchair beneath the spring sun, was Suho. He wore a gray sweatshirt over his hospital clothes, pale but alive, his head tilted slightly in the breeze.

You slowly slipped your hand from Sieun’s and gave him the softest nudge forward.

He didn’t rush. He moved like the world had slowed down, like he wasn’t sure if what he saw was real. Suho suddenly turned his head and saw him.

“How’s it going?” He said, as casually as if no time had passed at all.

Sieun froze for a moment, overwhelmed. Suho’s gaze drifted past him to the group gathered behind, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Who are they?”

Sieun turned slightly to glance back at all of you, then looked at you a moment longer.

“My friends.” He said. Then, quieter, more certain. “And my girlfriend.”

Suho’s lips curled into a tired smile, eyes crinkling with quiet joy. He had always wanted one thing for Sieun—to not be alone, to find his own kind of happiness. And now, standing there with all of you behind him, Sieun had found it.

“That’s good to see.” Suho said softly.

Sieun didn’t answer with words.

He just smiled.

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part 8 | supersoldiers!141 x f!reader

you’ve had a fair share of weird experiences in your lifetime, especially since you’ve started feeling your teammates and lovers emotions. but experiencing ovulation around them has to be on the top tier. it gets you in all types of situations, from simon trying to get you off in the middle of the clearing you do your training because he could feel you getting worked up every time he touched you, to john knocking on your door in the middle of the night because he could feel your desperation – thank god he was the only one awake. both johnny and kyle kept you busy enough on your free time, showing you hidden paths in the woods that surround their house to tire you out and fingerfucking you until you’re asleep once you’re back home – you know, the usual. it had been quite a manageable week, you thought, but nothing could’ve prepared you for when you got your period. it’s the first time you have to experience your full cycle after all the required experiments and specifically after taking the mandatory dose. that, by itself, is a big game changer to what you were used to, but with all the consequences that comes with it, you actually think you’re going insane.

for starters, feeling them so viscerally was enough to get you bothered. on the days before your period actually came you were naturally responsive to things, but sometimes you’d feel their empathy towards you and you felt both bad about them feeling your inner turmoil and mad that they didn’t do anything besides feeling sorry for you. and that triggered a chain reaction between the five of you: john trying to fit a nurturing role that was yours in the first place, johnny trying to be there for you but not knowing his ways with his words, simon not knowing anything besides that you looked like you could murder someone and then cry at their funeral and kyle who could only think about how all of their emotions affect you the most now.

but then your period came, and with it came the painful cramps and the everlasting need of something you didn’t really know how to feed – like an itch so unbearably annoying and that you can’t scratch. the first day is pure torture because you just want to lay down and be at peace but you have to get up early and train at the clearing with everyone else. you’re lazy and pouty as you get ready in your place, having slept alone the night before. you were so afraid that you’d snap at them for no reason, that you avoided spending time with them entirely. at least you’re not so bitchy anymore, you thought to yourself. as you think back to the last few days, you can’t help but feel a bit sad and guilty for your behaviour, the emotion immediately striking someone else’s bad emotion and turning into a paired turmoil. you try to figure out who it is that is sulking so early in the morning with you, but it’s hard to tell by the haziness from the others who clearly are not awake enough.

it’s still a bit dark outside as you walk past their house, all the way into the middle of the woods to reach the clearing where you do most of your combat training. sometimes john makes you run along the river that cuts through some trees, hopefully he won’t today. as you put your small bag to one of the fallen tree trunks, you clock simon’s slumped shoulders right on sight. oh, so he was the one feeding off your sour mood. you hear the sound of snapping twigs and leaf rustling somewhere behind you, knowing it was the others arriving.

you turn around, not talking with anyone specifically as you say: “good morning…” not leaving time for them to answer, pointing at simon with your thumb. “what happened?” you ask with a whisper, your voice betraying your worriness.

john walks past you, leaving a kiss on your cheek but he says nothing. johnny just shrugs but you can see his redish, puffy eyes – he has been crying and the notion makes your heart squeeze in your chest. you don’t think twice before wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in an embrace. you look for kyle, eyes finding his avoidant ones as he stands a few feet behind you and johnny. you reach a hand out, urging him in the hug as well and he accepts it, hugging johnny from behind and resting his hands on your back. you don’t ask what’s wrong, just relish on the silence and warm touch for a while. a long beat of silence passes by, only the sound of the wind on the leaves being heard. nevertheless, john calls you out way too soon and you have to pull away from your little moment of peace. you can sense the calming from within and that helps you settle for the morning. even simon seems more at ease now, and that grounds you to approach him during your break long forty seven minutes later.

he’s sitting on grass rather than on the fallen tree trunk behind him, probably wanting somewhere to rest his back. you lower yourself to sit beside him, the movement causing a sharp pain to cut through your womb. you brush it off, used to the discomfort – even though it is painful, it’s kind of manageable – but wishing you could be home. you hear simon wince and you look at him, your eyes locking with his.

“what was that?” he asks, pointing to his own lower belly. you couldn’t believe that he could feel your pain as well.

you giggle, answering “that was my womb torturing me,” with a light tone, wanting to reassure him that it was fine.

“does it always feel like that?” he mumbles, not wanting to sound too affected – but he was, and on top of that he was worried.

“it used to be worse. i think i’m more resistant to pain now, after all the injections,” you say humorously, but you’re being truthful. he just hums in understanding, waiting for you to ask what you’ve been meaning to. “what’s wrong, simon?” you voice out at last.

“just… had a nightmare. woke up in a bad mood, and so were you…” he trails off. you know you and him are always the first ones to wake up, which explains why there wasn’t someone to help balance your emotions out. “couldn’t really control it and ended up being mean to johnny on our way here.”

“well, that’s no good. now, is it?” you say, hugging simon’s big arm with both yours as you rest your head on his shoulder. “it’s alright to feel how you do, you know? but it isn’t alright to take it out on others. especially johnny, who i’m sure was just trying to make you feel okay.”

“i– i know that,” he whispers, starting to feel bad again. instead of letting him fall into a spiral, you take his unmasked face into both your hands, bringing his attention to you.

“you know, that’s very easy to fix, right?” you’re nodding as you speak, urging him to nod along. as he does, you make him say what he should do.

“should say ‘m sorry…” he mumbles once again, and you nod in agreement. he takes his hand in yours, appreciating the grounding gesture.

“aye, you do,” you state, finally. he nods again, and looks at you like he’s asking for something. “johnny will forgive you, big boy. don’t worry, just be honest.”

simon is nodding to himself as he walks towards johnny, who’s watching gaz and john trying to knock each other off their feet. you don’t pay attention to the wrestling duo, instead you keep your eyes on the way johnny doesn’t look at simon for a few long seconds before putting a big pout on and punching the blond’s shoulder. simon tries to give him a kiss but johnny looks away, faking a disappointed expression – very badly, by the way, because he’s smiling and sporting heart eyes all the while. you can feel the love they have for each other, and you wish you could share it with them – verbally. let them know that you feel what they feel, more than they can already tell.

another sharp pang of pain hits you as you try to get up, johnny feels it immediately and is already walking towards you to see what he can do to help – bringing simon along by his hand, which was cute to watch. it’s not hard to see that you shouldn’t be combat training in your state if you could be at home, resting and not overworking yourself. so that being said – by johnny to john – you all go home. they all love an excuse to stay at home, and what better reason than taking care of their sweetheart, right?

you take a shower in kyle’s bathroom, using his products and enjoying the way you smell so much like him now. you only step out because he says to you that he wants to shower too. you put on a change of clothes you left in his room one day and snatch one of his sweatshirts. once you’re back downstairs you catch johnny and simon lovingly making out on the couch – like they’ve been apart for years –, as john watches from his recliner with a fond smile on his face. he calls for you with his hand, pulling him to sit on his lap with your side to his chest. he pushes a warm hand to your lower belly right above your womb and kisses your temple, saying “it’ll help you with your pain, love.”

first morning of your period? successfully dealt with.

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PHANTOM

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Chapter 18:Haunted Hallows Part 3

After successfully escaping the ghost Dan and Sam were navigating their way through the dark Forest in an attempt to make it back to the house.They had already ran a good distance away from where Dan was attacked and decided to just walk the rest of the way back, they began to engage in idle chatter to pass the time.

Dan:”What were you doing out here so late?”

Sam:”Well y'know it was getting late and you hadn't come back yet....and I didn't wanna wake Tucker soo I just came by myself…”

A sly smile creeps up on Dan's face as he playfully nudges Sam..

Dan:”soo you were worried about me??”

Sam's face turned red with embarrassment and she began fidgeting in place of characteristics that were very uncommon for her; usually she would have a quick response to Dan's teasing but this time she had nothing.

Dan:”relax I'm just teasing.. But Thanks for coming...my ass would've died if you didn't come through. “

Sam:”don't mention it.. I know you'd do the same in a heartbeat for me... It's no big deal.. “

Dan:”Yes it is! Like you were awesome out there you kicked that ghost's ass with nothing but a baseball bat.. Do you know how badass that is!!”

A blush spreads across Sam's face and she slowly inches herself closer to Dan and stares at him with joyful eyes.

Sam:”You think I'm a badass?”

Dan:”Of course! You physically beat a creature that can phase through walls!! If that's not badass I don't know what is!”

Sam:”thanks.... You're not so bad yourself Mr Phantom..”

He instinctively rubbed the back of his head trying to play off the compliment that Sam had given him.

Dan:”hehe I mean I'm alright.. I guess.”

Sam:”Dan I've seen what you can do as a ghost you're amazing!!”

Dan:”That's with ghost powers I can't do anything as a human..”

Sam:”I don't know about that,Danny Fenton seems to be just as much of a hero as Phantom.”

Dan:”thanks Sam..”

The 2 of them continued their journey in silence for a bit longer before Dan eventually spoke up again.

Dan:”You know, you didn’t have to come….”

Sam:”What are you talking about? Sure I did!”

He shook his head.

Dan:”no you didn’t,you got caught up in this wild shit cuz of me.It’s not fair to you.”

She let out a sigh and gave the boy a quick flick to his forehead.

Sam:”Listen Danny,we’re friends,I didn’t come because I felt the need to, I came because I wanted to..”

Dan:”Thanks…”

She playfully shoved Dan but in the process accidentally tripped on a tree Branch causing the two of them to tumble down together with Sam landing above Dan. As she leaned over him The two of them came face to face.For a moment it was as if time stood still, not a sound could be heard apart from the intensity of their breathing. Their faces were bright red not in embarrassment but in anticipation , with either of them waiting for the other to make the first move.

Sam:”soooo.....”

Dan:”soooo......”

The faces flushed even more and almost out of pure instinct their faces began inching towards each other ever so slowly. Their lips were about to touch when.. Dan's phone began ringing once again this time the caller ID read "Mom". Dan let out a low groan and helped himself and Sam off the floor.

Dan:’I gotta take this apparently..”

Obviously unhappy about it He swiped up and answered the Call.

Dan:”Hey mom…”

Maddie :”Hey Danny!! How are you sweetie!?”

The tone of her voice seemed genuine which Dan somewhat expected after all he's always had a better relationship with his mother than his father albeit not by much. Though after everything that happened from high school up until now his relationship with his mom was as equally strained as with his dad. Maddie was one of those mothers who was a hearer but not a listener when it came to her kids because of this Dan had long since realized that he couldn't get through to her.

Dan:”I'm alright mom.. Is there a reason why you called?”

Maddie :”Do I need a reason to call my only son!”

That phrase ate Danny up inside for numerous reasons , of course it would,this was the same woman who at one point told Dan that if he decided to study ghosts in college then he might as well never come back, this was the same woman who put Dan's grades above his own mental health and constantly swept his own feelings under a rug if they didn't align with Her ideals. Sure a regular Mother shouldn't need a reason to call her son but she did.

Dan:”I guess you don't....”

Maddie :”So anyway, how's college, how's life going for you?”

Dan:”like you care... “

Maddie's voice turned from bubbly enthusiasm to cold offense.

Maddie:”Danny of course I care…”

Dan snapped at her

Dan:”You didn't care enough to call me after my orientation!! Or to check up on me for the past fucking year!! And you certainly didn't care enough to tell me that my sister has been missing for almost a year!! So tell me MOM, tell me how I'm supposed to believe that you care?”

Maddie :”Daniel you know it's not like that…’

“Daniel” That was how he new things hadn't changed between them whenever his mom was upset with him she'd often switch from calling him “Danny” to the more unaffectionate “Daniel” which was usually reserved for unfamiliar people.

Dan:”Then tell me what it's like huh!! Tell me why it is that my own parents hate me sooo much that as soon as I was out of their house they forgot that I existed.. And now all of a sudden you want me back!?You guys don't just get to pick and choose when you want to be in my life!”

Maddie :”Daniel I know the things that happened between our family left our relationship strained but we don't hate you…I need you to believe that.”

Dan:”strained?? It's damn near non-existent. You guys didn't even wish me a happy 18th birthday!! Do you not know how fucked up that is!?”

Maddie:”Daniel we're sorry…”

An apology as empty as the person giving it.

Dan:”Why did you call me? Did Dad put you up to it, he figured he couldn't get through me so he asked you to try?”

Maddie:”Daniel it isn't like that.. With Jazz missing we just wanted to know at least one of our children was safe..”

Dan :”So that's what this is, it has nothing to do with me at all.. You guys are doing this for yourselves…”

Maddie :”Sigh, your father was right.. You're still holding on to this vendetta against us.. Even though we should've long put this behind us!!! Danny, what happened between us you need to know we don't blame you for it but if you're still insistent on being angry with us then I guess you need more time to yourself. Maybe one day we can move past this…..”

She lets out a sigh

Maddie:”look....I understand we've hurt you and I understand that you're not ready to forgive us…But I do want you to know that we do love you…even if we haven't done a good job at showing it.”

Dan:”Thanks.. Anyways, I don't wanna keep you any longer bye. “

He hung up before she could respond knowing that he still wasn't mentally prepared enough to handle what she would have said next. Dan shoved his phone into his pocket and breathed what was supposed to be a sigh of relief but what followed were light tears trickling down his face. Sam noticed his tears and immediately embraced him in a large hug,Dan hugged back gripping his large hands into Sam's rather small back as the flow of tears became stronger.

Dan:”This sucks…it sucks so bad.”

Sam:”Danny I'm so sorry about this.”

Dan:”I've only ever wanted them to love me,to accept me for who I am……to forgive me….but now that they claim to be trying…it hurts even more..”

Sam squeezed Danny knowing that whatever she could say would only make him feel worse.

Dan:”Jazz was the only family I had who ever stuck up for me and now even she's Gone….”

Sam:”Danny You still got me and Tucker, we're your family now..”

???? :she's right.

Tucker emerged from the woods, in his pajamas holding a flashlight. He embraces Dan and Sam and the 3 huddle together in a group hug..

Tucker:”We've always got your back dude even if Noone else will.”

The trio then made their way back to the house.

To be continued……

New chapter out hope you guys enjoy, got exams coming up soon so the chapter updates may take some more time in between them but, in the meantime, I hope you guys enjoy! Last chapter we met Jack this time we're meeting Maddie.This is the only appearence they have this time so I didn't do any full designs for them but who knows,maybe they'll appear later on.

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