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sugarmaplewings-fics · 4 years ago

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Warm

Pairing: Kirishima x reader

Warnings: This one’s a little spicy, there’s some implied smut and nudity + kissy kissy (it’s really nothing major tho). Fem!reader (only bc he refers to you as his wife). Hmm, bit of hurt/comfort? Just a bunch of fluffy flirting with dashes of angst and spice (okay maybe a lot of angst)

Author’s Note:

Hello! Here’s the long-ass Kiri fic I’ve been working on! This is actually just loosely based on the request—I really took it and ran I guess 😅. I kept changing my mind with what I wanted to happen until I eventually wound up with this!

Ignore how it’s basically Bath Bomb but with Kirishima

Anyway I hope y’all like it!

-Sugar

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Your consciousness bloomed back into being at the sensation of lips trailing kisses down your shoulders. Daylight pierced into your cracked lids, faintly illuminating your bedroom with the caress of a new sun.

A body pressed up against yours, his broad chest and shoulders wide enough to support the width of your own back. His mouth languidly worked its way over your bare skin; from your back, to your neck, over your shoulder. He moved as if he had all the time in the world, and he was more than willing to spend it all on you.

You hummed and shifted, signaling your newly awakened state. A thick forearm you weren’t previously aware of tightened its grip around your waist, his palm gliding over your stomach and up to your chest. It moved up and down, before finally stopping to give you a gentle squeeze.

“Morning, Eijirou,” you said, a laugh already in your sleep-worn voice.

“Hey, Princess.” His chin slotted in the juncture of your shoulder and neck, his cheek pressing against yours. “Sleep well?” His own voice was so low and quiet and deep in the mornings, making your nerves fire in an odd excitement within you.

“Of course I did,” you smirked, ignoring the stirring in your chest. “I’ve got you.”

He chuckled, and finally a small shiver shot through your body at the sound. “Glad the feeling’s mutual.”

You ducked out from under his chin, turning to your other side in order to face him. His chest pressed against yours as you hugged him back, and you couldn’t help but notice how warm it was under the covers like this. Finally you met his eyes, (E/C) meeting glittering vermillion in the morning sun for a long moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “I swear, I married an angel.”

Your heart sped from its steady beat, heat climbing the back of your neck. “Eiji!” you mumbled, flustered, hiding your face between his pecs.

He chuckled again, and at this point, you swore he was doing it on purpose. “It’s true. Gorgeous, perfect—what more could I have asked for?”

You smiled against his skin, and you felt his warm hand gently begin to stroke up and down your back. You cuddled in silence for a minute, growing lost in the touch of the other.

“This is nice,” he sighed, drawing you impossibly closer. “I finally get to spend my whole day with you.”

You lifted your head again to look into his face, smirking. “Is your plan to spend it all in bed?”

He shrugged. “That wouldn’t be a bad thing. Think about it—here, finally alone with me, all warm and snuggly? No stress, no responsibilities, just . . . me. And you. It’s been too long since we’ve had something like that.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, perhaps too readily. Eijirou’s face fell. “Hey,” you crooned, taking his cheek in your palm. “I understand you’re busy. You’re out there being the best hero ever. Do you know how proud I am of you? My Red Riot, saving the day out there. It’s worth the wait.”

His ruby eyes glimmered as they affectionately bored into yours, leaning into your touch. “I still feel bad I can’t be here for you like this every day.”

“But then it wouldn’t be as special.” Your thumb stroked his cheekbone, finally pulling him into a kiss. It started out soft, but Eijirou was quick to escalate the gesture. He devoured your lips enthusiastically, just like he always did, licking and nibbling at the skin.

Warm, you couldn’t help but think, as your heart pounded and blood rushed towards your face. Warm as his fingers laced with yours on his cheek, warm as your skin touched without a centimeter separating you.

Kisses with Eijirou were addictive, and once you started, you could scarcely bring yourself to stop. With every push and pull of your lips, it was as if pure joy had flooded your veins. Even after all these years of being together, you basked in the truth that he could still make you feel this way.

His lips pecked the corner of your mouth, then moved down, down to your jaw, then your neck.

“Eiji,” you breathed, a smile tugging your lips up.

He met your eyes again, removing his tongue and teeth just enough to innocently question, “What?”

“I—weren’t we—it really is—” you began, but your brain was already distracted, focusing on the way he sucked and nipped at your skin, moving ever lower.

“Are you actually going to stop me?” he asked, kissing your collarbone.

You gulped. “No.”

It was a few more hours until you got out of bed.

…

“Eiji.”

You spoke his name and tapped him on one shoulder blade, muscled and kissed by the sun. He grumbled, asleep once more, nuzzling closer into your bosom.

“Eijirou, it’s noon,” you said, glancing at your bedside alarm clock and shaking him again.

“So?” he mumbled against your skin.

“So I’m hungry,” you pretended to whine. “Let’s make breakfast. Or lunch. Brunch, yeah.”

He sighed, dramatic, hugging you tight. “But I don’t want to get up.”

“I’ll make us pancakes,” you offered, threading your hands through his soft red hair.

He didn’t move.

“—with extra bacon and sausage,” you added.

He looked up, eyes meeting yours as his chin settled on your chest. “Okay, I’m listening.”

You chuckled, ruffling his bangs and poking at his nose. “Come on, you have to get off of me. We can cuddle again later.”

Eijirou finally straightened, letting you slide out from under him. You both stretched and moved towards your dresser; Kirishima choosing a pair of gray sweatpants while you opted for one of his old t-shirts and a pair of shorts.

Eijirou trailed after you to the kitchen, leaning against the counter while you rummaged through the fridge for a few ingredients. Within minutes, you had the batter mixed, and you poured it into the hot pan with a satisfying sizzle. Your husband watched with interest from behind, chin perched on your shoulder and arms resting around your waist.

“That one looks nice,” he’d comment every now and then. “Good job, babe.”

His hands stayed ever-present on your body, mostly resting on your shoulders or hips as you finished making breakfast. You ate with him, making light conversation as you plowed through the stack of pancakes and meat.

When you were done, you spent some time catching up around the house. Eijirou helped you wash the dishes and fold and put away the laundry. He insisted on doing it all by your side, happy to chat while you shared effort on the chores.

“How do you keep up with all this?” he asked, setting one of his t-shirts on the bed, freshly folded. “With your job and everything, it’s amazing that you still do so much.”

You shrugged. “I manage. It’s not so bad. And don’t completely discredit yourself, you still help when you can.”

“Well, of course I do,” he said, carrying a pile of clothes to the dresser. “You shouldn’t have to take care of everything by yourself.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “but you have other things to do that’s more important than dusting behind the TV.”

He came back to your side again, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you in so he could kiss your temple. “I’m just thankful you’re here to keep up with the house.”

“And I’m thankful you’re here to spend time with me today.” You popped up on your toes to kiss the corner of his mouth, taking the now-empty laundry basket back to the laundry room.

“Would you like to watch a movie together?” you asked when you were back in the doorway. “The evening is young. We can make a snack and go back to cuddling on the couch. How does that sound, huh?” You grinned and wiggled your eyebrows, trying to sound convincing.

“Sounds perfect to me, babe,” Eijirou said, striding up to where you leaned against the doorframe. “But I think the only snack here is you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ei-JI—AAA!”

He picked you up and slung you over his shoulder, grinning his shark-toothed smile as you laughed.

“I meant popcorn!” you said, pretending to struggle.

Kirishima landed a gentle smack to your behind and made a little pop noise with his mouth.

“Ugh,” you said, going limp.

“Shall we continue to the living room, my lady?” he asked.

“Fine. But I don’t think ladies are supposed to be carried like a sack of potatoes.”

He chuckled, already making his way down the hall. “You’re the finest sack of potatoes I’ve ever seen.”

“Hey!” You landed the softest of punches against his back, still lighthearted in the situation.

He set you down once you were back in the kitchen, going to the pantry to grab a bag of popcorn. You sat on the counter to watch him put it in the microwave.

“I’m always scared I’m going to burn these,” he admitted, grinning sheepishly as he tried to decide on a time to put in.

“I do it for a minute and fifty seconds,” you said, childishly swinging your legs.

He inputted the time as you said, the microwave humming to life as the turntable began to spin. Eijirou turned to you again, moving so he was between your legs. “Now, about my snack.”

You snorted, giggling until he cupped your cheek in his hand. He slotted his lips against yours, pulling your body flush into his. Your hands wandered over his bare skin, tracing the blade of his shoulder before gliding up into his hair. You let your fingers lace through the vibrant red strands, anchoring yourself and pulling him in further. Your legs even went as far as wrapping themselves around his waist, your feet meeting at the small of his back.

Eijirou hummed into your mouth, happy to savor you, glad he was there to hold you. The microwave beeped that it was done and you felt his attention shift momentarily, but soon he was back to cherishing you, getting lost in your taste and your touch. How could he care about anything other than you right now? You were his everything, his world, his reason to be. He kissed you harder, not caring that he was running out of breath. He just wanted more of you, wishing he never had to stop. His hand traced over your thigh, longing for you to somehow be even closer.

The microwave beeped again, impatient that it hadn’t been opened.

“Are you going to get that?” you asked, pulling back.

“Yeah,” he grumbled, but he still insisted on giving you a few more chaste pecks before he moved.

You released him and hopped down, wandering into the living room with your husband right behind you, newly equipped with a steaming bag of popcorn.

“What should we watch?” you mused. “Ooh, how about Star Wars? It’s been a while and I know it’s one of your favorites.”

“Okay,” he said, settling next to you on the couch. It was a good idea. You were right about him liking it, but he’d also seen it enough times that he could place all his focus on you. There was no way he was going to let your little make out session go interrupted like that.

“Why don’t you go turn out the light?” you asked, already turning on the TV.

Eijirou stood, walking up to the switch on the wall. It was then that he felt his phone begin to vibrate in his pocket. He flicked the lights off as he fished out the device. He figured it was junk, but then he saw it was his work contact. His heart began to sink.

“Who’s that?” you asked, apprehensive when you saw the expression that had already come onto his face.

“The agency,” he said, voice low and small.

He wanted to think they were just calling because he’d left something in his office. Or maybe it was a mistake and they hadn’t meant to call him at all. But they wouldn’t contact him on his day off like this if it wasn’t an emergency. Kirishima wasn’t so naïve that he’d think otherwise.

What if he just didn’t answer? What if he ignored it and went back to you? You were the one he wanted to spend time with. This was his evening off—your evening to be together.

But he had a job. He had a responsibility. An innocent person’s life could be at risk. What kind of person—what man, what hero—would he be if he selfishly ignored it? His passion demanded sacrifice, and that was just something he had to live with. He only wished that you weren’t the one who always had to get hurt.

He never knew his thumb to feel so heavy as he pressed receive.

You watched him put the phone to his ear, watched his face fall further as it seemed your collective suspicions were confirmed. He shot you an apologetic glance before he briskly strode off in the direction of your bedroom, still listening to what his secretary was saying on the other end.

You looked back to the TV, the ‘st’ still present in the search field from when you’d typed it in only moments before. Sighing, you turned off the screen, sitting back into the couch.

Maybe he wouldn’t be gone long, you thought, chewing on your lip. Maybe you’d still have time to be together when he got home.

But you knew that it was little more than a lie to yourself. You knew he never came back soon.

The front door slammed shut somewhere else in the house, and you were alone again. You lifted your left hand, examining the glittering rubied ring that rested on your finger. The ring that claimed you as his. The ring that had made you a Kirishima.

You twisted it absentmindedly, appreciating the sensation of friction against your skin. You’d known what you were getting into when you’d accepted the ring. You’d known as soon as he’d gotten down on one knee nearly two years ago. Being wed to a hero wouldn’t be easy. Not only were you in danger just being involved with him, you were also going to be alone a lot.

And even still, you’d accepted. You always cherished every moment you were able to have with him. Every cheesy, teasing joke, every kiss, every time he’d come home to you exhausted and tired and dirty—you still loved it. Because you couldn’t even imagine spending your life with another. Maybe in some other reality, you’d find someone who loved you as much, but here, you wanted Eijirou. No matter what it took, you’d be the one waiting for him to come home. It was your shoulder he’d cry on, your chest he’d fall asleep in, your lips that were there for him to claim. And nothing would change that.

You knew how guilty Kirishima felt about leaving you. He didn’t like that he’d essentially forced you into being his housewife, even though you still had a day job of your own and didn’t really mind.

Being a hero is what he wanted to do his whole life. You saw how passionate he was about his job, all the wide, toothy smiles he’d display to the live TV cameras when he’d win another battle. His job was something he loved, and you wouldn’t dream of getting in the way of it. It wasn’t perfect, nor was heroing as glamorous as some made it out to be. But this was his dream, and you would continue to be his number one fan no matter the circumstances. If only it didn’t have to take him away so much . . . .

You munched on a handful of cooling popcorn—not burnt—wondering what you should do with the rest of your night off. You certainly couldn’t spend it sitting by yourself in the dark.

You stood, stretching. This was nothing new for you, you could be independent. But a part of you couldn’t help but selfishly wish it didn’t have to be this way.

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Kirishima fumbled to put the key in the lock on your door. He’d done his work for the day, he’d won. But had he really?

God only knew what time it was. The house was dark when he opened the door, stepping in and taking off his boots. He knew the drill by now, setting his duffel bag down to rest in the genkan before trudging through the shadowy rooms of his home. Could he even call it his home? Sometimes he wondered if he was still able to say he lived here.

The bedroom door was cracked open. Eijirou peeked in to see your shadowy form asleep, alone on the large mattress in the masses of blankets. He sighed and toed his way into the guest bathroom where he knew he was less likely to disturb you, cringing when he flicked on the bright light.

He caught a look at himself in the mirror as he stripped off the hoodie he wore to and from work. His hair was a tangled mess, sweat and grime still smeared on his skin. The shower sputtered to life, the din of water droplets hitting tile filling his ears. It was almost comforting; letting his thoughts drown to a low, unpleasant hum beneath the sound.

Water rolled over his skin, washing away what should have been his victory. No one’s life had really been in danger today, but he’d still stopped a villain from potentially destroying someone’s business. Why wasn’t he as happy as he should be?

Kirishima wearily went through the motions of taking a shower. He just wanted to fall into your arms and sleep, but first, maybe he should apologize for ruining your evening together. Had he even said goodbye to you as he rushed out the door?

At least he smelled considerably better when he stepped into the bedroom, changed only into a pair of loose basketball shorts. He walked up to your slumbering form, wondering if you’d wake up if he were to try and take you in his arms.

Eijirou already felt like he was in heaven as soon as he felt the soft mattress under his body. He practically melted under the already warmed blankets, the lids of his eyes suddenly feeling like lead weights when his head met his pillow. His arm draped over your side out of habit, pulling you closer into his chest before he even realized what he was doing. You began to stir, and Kirishima frowned. He hadn’t really wanted to wake you.

“Eiji?” you mumbled, still half asleep.

“It’s me,” he whispered in your ear. “I’m home now.”

You ran your hand over your face. “Did you eat? What time is it?”

“Shh, go back to sleep, honey, don’t worry about me.” Eijirou placed a soft kiss on the skin of your neck, rubbing circles on your midsection in an effort to soothe you back to rest.

“But I do worry about you,” you protested, voice still hushed. “I’m your wife.”

He sighed in defeat. “Alright, I haven’t eaten anything,” he confessed, “but I’ll make sure to get breakfast in the morning. I’m too tired right now, I just need to hold you and sleep.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, already moving to stand. “It’s not good for you to not eat like this. I’ll get up and reheat something for you—”

“I’m fine. Really, please.” He held you down and nuzzled into your neck, not caring about the way your hair tickled his nose with every breath.

You took his hand, lacing his thick fingers with your own. “Did everything go okay?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “They just needed some emergency backup. I’m sorry I ruined movie night.”

“Oh, honey, it isn’t your fault.”

Eijirou sighed again. “I know.”

“I’m not upset with you.”

“You never are,” he mumbled, and there was a strange bitterness to it that made you frown.

“Well, it’s a part of your job—”

“Why can’t you just be angry with me?” he interjected. “Why don’t you hate me for having a job that always takes me away from you?”

You froze at his outburst, shocked. “Eijirou—?”

“I—I’m sorry.” His voice cracked, instantly regretting the way he’d spoken to you. “I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no, baby.” You turned onto your back, shuffling so Kirishima could lay his head on your chest. “There’s something going on. Please talk to me.”

He nuzzled closer into you again, holding you in his arms as your fingers began to twirl around his hair. “I just wish I didn’t have to leave you so much,” he admitted softly. “I want to be here for you.”

“But you love your job, right?”

“Of course I do.” He looked up at you so his chin rested in the valley of your chest. “But I love you more. And I feel like I don’t show that to you enough.”

You brushed his bangs out of his face, your hand moving down so your thumb could stroke his cheek. “Eiji, I know you love me.”

“Yeah . . . ,” he trailed off. “But I want to show you. Every day, like I did when we were younger. I don’t feel like it’s manly for me to leave you here by yourself all these nights, and come home late, and not be around. You deserve better than that. I want to contribute more. I want to be here for you. What if—what if something happened to you and I couldn’t protect you?” His voice seemed to break at the thought, his arms wrapped around you squeezing you even tighter.

You hummed, taking in his laments, fingers still carding through his long red hair. “I know you’re under a lot of pressure right now,” you murmured, hoping to soothe him with your actions, “but you should know by now that I am more than capable of taking care of myself.”

He nodded against your hand, but his shadowed face still looked glum.

“And yes, I miss you and I wish we had more time for each other, but I’m sure that someday it’ll change. Your job is tough right now, Ei, but this is your dream. Every day, you’re doing amazing things and I couldn’t be more proud of you. This is what you want to do in life, right?”

He nodded again. “Of course.”

“Then I’m going to support you. If this is what comes with being a hero, then we’ll just have to . . . adapt. Take things as they come, you know? You’ve got a lot on your plate and I want to help you. I know you doubt yourself sometimes and it only gets worse when you’re tired like this.”

“Mhm,” he agreed, voice a little airy and distant. He took your hand in his and began to press slow kisses to your palms and knuckles. You could see the shine of his eyes becoming more obscured by the droop of his lids.

“Maybe you can try to get a week off next time?” you suggested. “And maybe tell Bakugou to hire better back up so you won’t have to get called in like that.”

“A whole week with you,” he mused, sighing. “I’d get spoiled at that rate.”

You bent forward to kiss his forehead, smirking. “It’s nothing you don’t deserve. Either way, we’ll talk about this later, sleepyhead. You still have to go in tomorrow. Maybe it was a good thing we slept in today.”

He chuckled, turning the both of you on your sides and sliding up so he could have better access to kiss all over your face. You couldn’t help but smile at his gentle, languid movements; still determined to display his love for you even half-asleep.

“This is my favorite part of the day,” he murmured, lips ghosting over your cheek. “Coming home to you. I just feel so . . . comfortable around you.”

“You should,” you said, poking the tip of his nose. “I’m your wife.”

“Yeah. But you’re also like, warm and stuff.”

Was he even still conscious at this point?

“Goodnight, Red.”

“Goodnight, my little lovebug.”

And so you began to drift off with him. You had to admit, it had been cold and lonely sleeping without him. But now his presence overwhelmed you in all the right ways, from his fresh-out-of-the-shower scent to the feeling of his arms caging you in against his chest. You felt comfortable, yes, but also warm.

So warm.

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deathonyourtongue · 5 years ago

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Willow Run | Ch. 2

Summary: On a horse ranch in Texas, life is far simpler than on the streets of Bakubah, but Syverson has a bad habit of taking in strays of all kinds, no matter what demons may be after them. Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Nothing in this chapter. A/N: You guys!!!! Thank you so much for all the love you’ve shown on this fic! It means a lot and I appreciate each and every one of y’all! CHAPTER 1 |

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Wolf did the trick, and though it took her an extra moment to be convinced, Sasha allowed Syverson to carry her inside, the house blessedly cool thanks to an HVAC system that had been retrofitted a few years prior.

Once inside, Syverson set her onto one of the high chairs that took up one side of the kitchen counter. Like most everything else in the house, the kitchen was bright, airy and spacious. Curiously, the appliances seemed to come straight from the past; the sink, the fridge, even the oven all dated back to at least the fifties in appearance though they had all been fitted with new technology.

"Bathroom's just down at the end of the hall if you need it. Lemme just wash my hands and I'll fix somethin' up real quick," he explained, pointing down the hall before moving to the old farmhouse sink to start washing up.

As he prepped, the sound of two sets of paws grew louder and louder, nails clicking on the hardwood flooring. A quick glance over his shoulder and Syverson's smile grew tenfold, although he quickly took action, blocking the path of the two puppies who were eager not only for scraps, but to find out who the new human was.

"You're not afraid of dogs, are you? I completely forgot, I'm so sorry," he stammered, Syverson starting to herd them back towards his office which was just a few steps away from the kitchen. One of them was clearly the boss as he pushed right past Syverson with an upturned nose, trotted over to Sasha, sat down and grunted as though asking her who she was. Syverson chuckled, a little embarrassed as he turned his attention to the little mastiff, picking him up easily before tucking him into his chest.

"Don't mind the grunting. He does that when he wants something from someone."

The other dog, a hearty little guy, followed his buddy's example and sat down next to Sasha’s feet, looking up at her with curiosity.

"This is Hudson, and that down there, is Goliath," he introduced, each dog making a noise as his name was called. "They're strays. Up on all their shots though. Perks of knowing a vet."

Syverson set the puppy down just as a third set of paws clipped along the ground, the sound much heartier than either of the two pups. Although curious about the newcomer, the older dog simply sniffed at Sasha’s general direction before sitting down in her dog bed by the back door of the kitchen. With age came wisdom, and the four year old German Shepard knew full well her owner never went a morning meal without giving her at least a piece of bacon.

“And this beautiful lil’ lady is Aika. She’s been with me since...For a long time,” he asserted, catching himself before divulging information he wasn’t sure Sasha was ready to hear yet. Given her injuries, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she believed the stereotype of military men being prone to violence. Keeping it to himself was his best option at the moment.

“They’re all so cute!” Sasha smiled, her eyes still bright, every moment that passed leaving her feeling more and more relaxed around Syverson, something she didn’t even notice as she watched the puppies frolic around Aika, who paid them no heed and let them bounce all over her and her very comfy-looking bed.

After making sure the puppies wouldn’t get into any mischief while he cooked, Syverson washed his hands again, drying off before extending a hand to Sasha.

“I never did get your name,” he smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, right. It’s Sasha. Sasha Bettencourt. How ‘bout you?”

“Kyle Syverson. You can just call me Sy, though. Everyone does.” Shaking hands with Sasha, he couldn’t help but let his smile get a little bigger, mirroring the one he was getting from the young woman.

“Sy, can I use your bathroom?” Sasha asked once they’d let go of each other's hands, her own expression slightly embarrassed since she knew just how dirty she was. Given what the house looked like both inside and out, she couldn’t imagine the bathroom being anything less than spotless.

“Of course!” Syverson said, moving around the counter in a hurry, ready to steady her as she got down off the chair. “You alright to make it there on your own?” He asked, the concern returning to his expression as he waited to see if she’d drop like she had outside. “Take your time,” he told her gently, the words spoken not only as a warning not to walk quickly, but as a reminder that she no longer needed to rush now that she was safe and out of the sun.

Testing her legs, Sasha found them working well enough and with a nod, she ambled her way down, relieved to have her body functioning at least somewhat close to normal again. Finding the door easily enough, Sasha closed and locked it behind her, taking a moment just to breathe. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she was surprised Syverson had let her anywhere near his property, let alone inside his house. Gruesome was putting it mildly.

The bathroom was charming and just as beautifully-appointed as the rest of the house. Sasha wondered, not for the first time, if Syverson had a wife who’d done all the decorating. For a man who was so, well, masculine, the house screamed of a woman’s touch. She reminded herself to ask him after she got out.

Though she was only planning on washing her face, Sasha took one look at the sunflower-sized shower head that sat on top of the clawfoot tub and was taking off her dirty clothes without a second thought.

Syverson heard the shower going and couldn’t help but smile; he'd have done the exact same thing. Shaking his head, he began preparing breakfast for two; something he hadn’t done in a long time.

Soon enough, Sy was operating at full steam. Eggs in a skillet, hash browns frying and sausages turning a delicious golden brown. He managed everything with the ease of someone who'd taken classes at the very least and as he worked, he sang an unrecognizable tune, the soft smile never leaving his face. It was easy for anyone to see that the man was at peace in his own home, and that he wasn't the type to sit idly for any length of time.

As the cool water poured over her still-overheated skin, Sasha couldn’t help but sigh in utter contentment, finding her muscles truly loosening and the panic in her veins dissipating for the first time all day. She’d unknowingly walked to a haven, and while she still felt guilty for putting Sy out, especially since he was out there cooking her breakfast, Sasha vowed not to be so hurried to leave if he didn’t want her to.

There was one stark problem that Sasha only realized once she got out of the shower; she had no clean clothes to wear. Feeling stupid for her lack of foresight, she begrudgingly put her dirty clothes back on after quickly shaking them off in the tub, hoping to get at least some of the dust off. Though she felt a million times better, memories of the road still clung to her, leaving Sasha pensive and quiet as she left the bathroom.

“Feelin’ better, mama?” Sy asked with a wry smile, his back still to her as he began to plate breakfast, giving both plates a generous helping of eggs, sausage, hashbrowns and pancakes. Though Sy was known to eat like a horse, he never worried about his portions, knowing he’d work it all off down at the stables.

“I’m sorry. I just...I was so dirty.” Sasha stammered, looking as though she’d stolen something out of the house, even though she’d done nothing of the sort.

Turning, he gave her a bright smile which quickly turned into an impressed look at the visible difference. She was beautiful, even with all the cuts and bruises that marred her otherwise-smooth skin.

"It-It's no problem. Should've told me, I would've grabbed you some clothes to wear while I threw yours in the wash," he answered after coming back to his senses, Syverson shaking his head as though he'd been startled out of a dream.

A closer inspection of her clothes showed that the washer wouldn't do much good. Tattered and dirty as they were, she was better off throwing them out. Syverson knew it probably wouldn't happen though, as girls were attached to their clothing like guys were attached to their cars. Still, he would broach the topic again after they'd eaten.

"Here we go. One Syverson special, on the bar," he grinned at her as he slid her plate in front of her seat at the kitchen counter, Sy setting his own plate down next to hers. Grabbing his coffee, a glass of orange juice for her, and a bottle of his favorite hot sauce, Sy made sure the salt, pepper, syrup, and napkins were all within reach before taking his seat.

“Go on, dig in,” He urged, pointing at Sasha’s plate with his chin, Syverson wondering when the last time she ate was. She was thin, almost alarmingly so, and aside from her swollen belly, there wasn’t nearly enough meat on her bones to be carrying another human. If she stayed, Syverson knew he’d see to it personally that she ate her three squares a day, and that she got as many nutrients as she needed to grow the little one inside her.

Tentatively, Sasha took a bite of the pancake first, hers slathered in syrup the same way Sy’s were, something she thought endearing. Her eyes rolled back and she practically swooned as the familiar taste hit her tongue, Sasha melting a little in her seat.

“This is really good,” she managed to say after swallowing, her face showing nothing but awe that Sy had made it all himself. Where she came from, men were never in the kitchen unless they were getting a beer. It shocked her, to say the least.

“Thank you, again, for all of this. I don’t...I don’t have any way of repaying you,” Sasha murmured after another bite, looking up at Sy with regret. She had to do something in return for all his generosity, she just didn’t know what she’d be able to manage, given she’d left her home with just the shirt on her back.

“There’s no need, honest. I’m not doing this ‘cause I’m lookin’ for something in return. I’m doing it ‘cause it’s the right thing to do. Couldn’t just leave ya to burn to death out there. What kinda animal would I be if I did that? Nah, no repayment necessary, mama. Just...don’t go walkin’ into the middle ‘a nowhere without water and cover again. That’s all I ask,” Syverson replied, biting his tongue to keep from saying what he actually wanted to say, knowing that doing so would spook her. Asking a near-stranger to stay as long as she needed and not worry about lifting a finger while doing so usually didn’t go over well in most circles.

They ate in silence for a bit, Sasha taking in the house and occasionally slipping a bit of food to one of the dogs, making sure Sy wasn’t looking while she did so.

“Your home is beautiful. Looks like it’s straight out of a magazine,” she mused, blushing slightly when she realized how silly she must’ve sounded.

"Thank you. It belonged to my parents, but they've decided to live the high life down in Florida now. Boating, fishing, tanning, the usual retirement stuff. They visit every now and then, but they've got their own little house not far from here, so the place is all mine," he replied with a big smile, Syverson not even realizing that he was divulging so much information in one answer. Despite years of military training on how to keep mum about personal and secure information, at home, Syverson was an open book who wore his heart on his sleeve.

“As for it lookin’ like it’s out of a magazine...Well, that’s ‘cause it’s been in a few. Couple ‘a years back, some hoity toity types came and shot the place. It ended up in a few rags. Mom’s got ‘em all stashed away somewhere.”

Feeling brave when her comment wasn’t met with ridicule, Sasha remembered her question from earlier, a smirk crossing her face as she spoke.

“I find it really hard to believe it’s just you here.”

Sy laughed heartily at the idea of there being someone else on the ranch. Sure he occasionally had help (aside from his two stable hands), especially during foaling season, but that usually just consisted of his friends coming down for a few days.

"It's just me, the dogs, and the horses. I’ve got some guys that help with the stables, but they don’t live here," he assured her, shaking his head in amusement before taking another bite.

“It’s just….Well, it’s so clean and decorated so nice,” Sasha said the words without thinking, instantly looking down and away, fully expecting that she’d offended him by assuming he couldn’t look after himself.

“The place has a woman’s touch ‘cause my mom decorated it and I couldn’t be bothered to change it. As for the cleaning, well, I don’t like livin’ in filth any more than anyone else, so I clean a bit everyday and by the end of the week, everything’s spick and span. It becomes a routine after a while.” Sy chuckled, answering the underlying question of why it didn’t look like every bachelor pad ever.

Sasha grinned, blushing as she nodded her understanding. “I figured you had a wife, but mom works too.”

“Yeah, don’t got one of those.” Syverson shook his head, eyebrows going up comically as he finished his last bite.

“What? You have something against the institution of marriage?” Sasha laughed.

“First off, calling it an ‘institution’ makes it sound like a loony bin. Secondly, I have nothing against it. All the women I’ve dated have seemed to hate the idea though, hence no ring.” He explained with a shrug, giving her a wink as he stood and loaded his plate into the dishwasher before leaning against the other side of the counter, waiting for Sasha to finish her own meal.

“I’m gonna go get Wolf, as promised. Stay here where it’s nice and cool, and I’ll come grab ya when I’m back.” Sy explained once she was done, taking her plate and swapping it for a glass of water, the liquid cool enough to make the glass sweat near-instantly. Sasha nodded, the excitement returning to her eyes at the prospect of meeting the horse.

Slipping on his boots, Sy stopped and gave Aika a piece of sausage before giving her the command to stay. Though his eldest dog usually followed him everywhere, he wanted her to look after Sasha while he was gone, if only for his own peace of mind.

Sy took the ATV down to the stables and made quick work of tacking up Wolf, speaking to the horse in gentle, hushed tones the whole time.

“There’s someone I want you to meet, bud. You gotta be gentle, ‘cause she’s hurt pretty bad, okay?” He said once he’d given the straps one last check, smiling up at his Friesian and giving him a good pat to the shoulders. Climbing on, gave the stable a quick check before riding out, going an easy pace until he crested the hill.

Sasha knew she should have waited inside, but curiosity got the better of her and she wandered out, wanting to see Syverson come up from the stables. She wasn’t disappointed at what she saw. With his red plaid shirt, fitted jeans, boots, and baseball cap, he was every inch the modern cowboy and Sasha couldn’t stop the butterflies that filled her stomach even if she’d wanted to.

Sy saw her the moment he got to the top of the hill and with a shake of his head and a beaming smile, he signaled Wolf to gallop, knowing he had plenty of time to slow down before he hit the house. There was no feeling like riding a horse at full speed, and never once did Sy think he’d grow tired of the exhilaration it brought; it was better than any rollercoaster and no one could tell him different.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay inside, mama?” He called as he came within earshot, Sy slowing Wolf with ease and grace, the two coming to a full stop a few steps from the porch.

Blushing but smiling ear-to-ear, Sasha nodded, knowing she’d been caught.

“I couldn’t help it. I wanted to see y’all two coming down the hill.” She admitted, taking slow, tentative steps towards the massive horse and his equally big rider.

“Like you would a dog. Palm up, let ‘im give you a sniff,” Sy instructed gently, patting Wolf’s neck as he watched Sasha approach.

“Hi, Wolf. You’re a very handsome boy,” Sasha smiled, extending her hand and giggling softly when Wolf sniffed at it with enthusiasm. After a moment, Wolf nuzzled first at Sasha’s face and then at her belly, seeming to know that the new person Sy had been talking about was carrying another person with her.

Sy’s smile was sappy as he watched the interaction, knowing for certain that if his favorite horse liked Sasha, then she was good people. Horses never had a reason to feign affection, and they were smart enough to only offer it when the person was right. By Wolf’s account, Sasha was second only to Sy himself.

“He likes you,” Sy murmured, adjusting one of Wolf’s long braids, letting Sasha take her time.

“Feeling’s mutual, isn’t it, Wolf?” Sasha beamed, nodding her head in time with Wolf, laughing happily when the horse let his head slump onto her shoulder.

“Alright, that’s enough there, mister. Layin’ it on a lil’ thick,” Sy joked, patting his neck, his eyes never once leaving Sasha’s smile; he wouldn’t admit to being smitten just yet, but her having Wolf’s approval didn’t hurt matters in the slightest.

“I gotta get the rest of the bunch turned out to pasture. I’ll be back around one for lunch, but until then, why don’t you head on in and have a rest? There’s clean clothes in the laundry room if you wanna change into something a lil’ more comfortable. Pretty sure there’s some basketball shorts in there with a drawstring so they don’t fall off ya,” Sy gave her a wink, “and if you wanna take a dip, the pool’s good to go, though I don’t got a bathin’ suit for ya, unfortunately.”

As he spoke, he turned on a pair of walkie-talkies, Syverson bending down to hand Sasha one. “Keep this close, and just press the button to talk. I’ve got mine on my belt, so I’ll hear ya no matter what. Just lay back and relax. You’re good here, for however long you need.”

By the time he was finished speaking, Sasha had tears of gratitude in her eyes, and giving Wolf a final scratch to his nose, she nodded, managing to give her rescuer a big smile.

“Thank you. So much,” she whispered, not trusting her voice to get louder. Sy nodded, his eyes gentle and understanding. A moment of silent connection passed between them before Sy clicked his teeth and tugged at the rein, turning Wolf with ease.

“No walkin’ out in the sun, mama. I mean it!” Sy called over his shoulder with a wide grin, waving as he nudged Wolf back into a full gallop, the pair making it up the hill in no time at all before disappearing over the horizon, leaving Sasha with a warmth that spread throughout every fiber of her being, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in years.

#henry cavill #syverson x ofc #captain syverson #captain syverson fic #fic #deathonyourtongueoriginals #willow run

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ubernoxa · 5 years ago

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The Token: A GNR FanFic

Chapter 2: Guns N’ Roses

(Chapter 1)

Story Summary: Story inspired by the movie She’s the Man. A female Duff is tired of dealing with the bullshit of trying to make it on the strip as a female bassist.

Chapter Summary: Michelle aka Duff meets Guns N’ Roses along with a couple other familiar faces she wished she would never have to see again.

I was nervous at first.

I had Walter drive me until I was a few blocks away from the house I was supposed to meet them. Walter originally wanted to drop me off right in front of the address I was supposed to meet Slash at, but like a child not wanting his/her mom to drop her off in front of the school on their first day of high school. We compromised and he dropped me off five blocks from the address.

The entire walk and car ride I practiced lowering my voice in attempt to sound more like a guy. People must have thought I was crazy, and to be completely honest I probably was. I was walking with a sausage taped to my thigh. Kinda funny how a party trick I would use to mess with a drunk Macy could turn out to be so useful.

“Duff?” A curly haired guy answered the door.

I nodded my head and followed him into the run down house. I couldn’t decide which was worse, the smell or the roaches that acted as if they owned the place.

“You’re not a mute are ya?” The curl hair guy asked as he motioned me to join him on the ratty couch.

“No, but there are plenty of people who wish I was,” I felt my nerves relax as he laughed. At least he was buying the fact that I was a guy.

“You the bassist?” I turned my head to see a blonde scurry into the room and join us on the couches.

I held back a laugh as the curly haired guy sent the blonde a quick glare. It was clear that the blonde wasn’t following whatever plan they had made.

“Yeah, guitar and drums if needed too,” I slowly spoke every word trying to keep my nerves under control. Long story short is that when I get nervous I sweat. My greatest fear was that I would sweat so much that the tape would no longer be stuck to my thigh and my fake dick would fall to the ground. I don’t think I could ever recover from that.

“You hear that Steven? You better watch out,” the curly hair man teased causing the blonde, Steven, to playfully roll his eyes.

I had only met two of the members from the band, but I felt something. No I’m not saying I had a crush on them or something stupid like that. I’m not going to fall into that stereotype, plus I’m masquerading as a guy right now. What I felt was a click, something that put me at ease.

I immediately jumped to the thought wondering maybe I should have came here as Michelle. Maybe I would have felt the same click? I had to immediately shut down all of those thoughts. I had tried countless bands as a female and I was always treated the same way. Plus, to them I’m Duff, and that’s how it’s going to stay.

We talked for what felt like minutes, but when I checked the clock that hung on their wall, hours had passed.

They were a chill group of guys. I mimicked their movements and their body language as we spoke and joked. For the first time in a while I felt excited for a band. They weren’t watching what they said, they weren’t treating me like a dainty flower or checking me out. I was excited to be apart of whatever they were creating. I just hoped they didn’t suck.

“So we have a bassist, a drummer, and a guitarist....where is the rhythm guy and singer you mentioned?” I asked trying not to sound too anxious. This probably sounds silly but I was afraid to go pee. I honest to god didn’t know if it would sound different if I peed like a normal chick and peed standing up.

Before Slash could answer, two people I wished were strangers came plowing into the house.

“I’m just saying, he had it coming. Say what ya want Iz, but I’m not wrong,” I’m sad to say that I’ve met Axl and Izzy on several occasions. Long story short one of my previous bands and the Indiana boys didn’t get along. In my defense, who actually got along with Axl Rose.

I sat frozen on the couch as I felt the nerves shoot through me.

“Axl,” the ginger walked towards me and offered a hand to shake. I immediately took him up on the offer.

“Izzy,” I quickly shook his hand as well hoping to soon put plenty of distance between us.

I stood in silence as the nerves began to grow. Luckily the silence didn’t last long when Axl said, “Have you heard him play?”

Slash and Izzy shook their head no before.

“What have y’all been doing for the past couple hours?”

“Talking, getting to know Duff,” Axl rolled his eyes at Steven’s reply and walked over towards a water bottle to take a sip.

I felt Izzy’s eyes staring me down as I got my bass out. That’s when it clicked. He had to have recognized me, that or he was way to interested in my bass.

I stared right back at him daring him to say something. The last time we met, Axl called my band rock shit that burned his ears which was followed by a huge fight that ended up leaving a small dent in my bass. It still played well, hell I couldn’t tell a difference in the sound. I was quickly proven wrong as Izzy turned away to grab his guitar. I had to hide a giggle at the thought that he was probably too drunk or high to remember me.

After playing several cover songs I was directed to sit on the trashed couch as they left the room to what I assume was talk about wether or not I should join the band.

I was only sitting for a couple minutes before they joined me on the couch again.

“Nightrain?” I questioned as Slash handed me a bottle of what I assumed to be cheep wine.

“Welcome to Guns N’ Roses!” Slash cheered as he chugged his bottle.

I had no choice but to follow his lead, but instead I drank mine a little slower.

I felt the nerves return as the guys talked about throwing a small party tonight in celebration of finding their bassist.

“Y’all got a phone?” I asked before they could continue planning the event.

“Yeah, kitchen...why?” Izzy stared me down as he asked. There it was again, the Izzy stare.

“I gotta cancel some plans, I was originally going to stay at the place of this check I met at a bar last night. Plans have changed,” I shrugged looking at the pair.

“Who? You should invite her!” Steven seemed overly excited as he finished another beer.

“Macy, didn’t get a last name. Blonde hair, lives with a chick named Michelle and a guy named Walter,” I casually replied. I immediately regretted the odds as they left my mouth. My original intentions were to call Macy so she wouldn’t be so worried that they killed her or something, but I guess I was now calling her to cancel some plans.

“Yeah...we know them. Macy and Michelle are kinda hot. Walter though, he is....” Steven was immediately interrupted before he could continue talking.

“Walter is an annoying pain in the ass prick who thinks just because he has money he owns the place,” Axl spat the words out like vile.

“I bet his money is the only reason he is living with two chicks. He’s probably the reason why that bassist...fuck what was her name you just said it.....beings with an M..never mind she wasn’t that good so it doesn’t matter...anyway he’s probably told the bassist to stop playing so she did. He wanted that little thing all to himself,” I wanted to punch Axl in the face as he talked. I wanted to beat him till he begged me to stop, but I couldn’t. He couldn’t have been more wrong, and part of me was terrified to know who agreed with him. He was one of the reasons I had to dress up as a guy. All I could do was sit there and be quiet. He wasn’t the first person to piss me off, and wouldn’t be the last.

“Want to see my snake?” I shot my head over towards Slash who was now on the edge of his seat. It was clear he wanted to change the conversation.

To say he caught me off guard was an understatement. I took a deep breath and replied, “no thanks man I don’t swing like that.”

The room erupted in laughter. Was this a thing guys did? Show each other their dicks? If so I was fucked? Maybe it was a welcome to the band thing? Like an initiation? If I was Michelle I would have taken him up on his offer. He seemed nice and he was hot, so why not. Duff...Duff wasn’t into guys. Actually no, Duff was into no one. He was focused on music and didn’t date.

“I have a snake in my room...not my fucking dick,” I couldn’t help join the guys laughing, especially Axl who was on the verge of tears.

“Same answer, I don’t do snakes,” I tried to casually replied.

“Finally another fucking same person!” Axl cheered out loud.

“Good to know I’m not the only one,” I smiled back.

I knew nothing about Guns N’ Roses, but I’ve heard stories about Axl. I know how lead singers like to run the show. If I was on Axl’s good side, my life in the band was going to be a lot easier.

I watched Slash’s heart sink as he leaned back in his chair.

Did I feel bad? Yes, but there was no way I was going to willingly walk into the same room as a big snake with meat tied around my thigh.

By the time I got back from calling Macy, the guys changed plans to celebrate at a bar instead.

As I followed the guys into a bar, I quickly realized how fucked I was.

This wasn’t just any bar, this was the bar Pixie was known for hanging out at...or where known to frequent. I wouldn’t say I was kicked out of Pixie, the all girl’s pop/rock cover band, but I wouldn’t say I left on my own terms either. To make a long story short, they didn’t care about the music. They were only in for it for the guys. They were a cover band that was going nowhere, or at least that’s what I tell myself.

“What’s your poison Duff,” I jumped when Steven patted his hands on my shoulders.

“Vodka,” I quickly responded. Usually I had it mixed, but today wasn’t one of those days. Plus later in the night I could get water and disguise it as vodka. I didn’t want to get plastered and accidentally reveal that I was a girl dressed as a guy.

I joined Slash at a booth and we all immediately got talking. Just like earlier, the conversation flowed almost as fast as the drinks.

“I hope Pixie isn’t playing tonight,” Izzy casually said before looking at me.

THAT MOTHER FUCKER. He had to know I was actually Michelle.

“Why?” It was more of question as to why he was bringing them up instead of why he didn’t want to hear them play.

“They suck. I’m surprised that Michelle didn’t mention it to you. Her being another bassist in all. I assumed y’all talked,” Izzy spoke in a matter of factly tone.

“Didn’t know she played with Pixie,” I causally responded trying not to raise suspicion. Before I could ask how could things get any worse, the universe quickly answered that question.

“What the fuck you doing here,” my heart stopped when I heard Cindy’s voice. A voice I didn’t particularly want to hear tonight since she was the one who thought I needed to get kicked out of Pixie. How did she know it was me?

HOW?

“It’s a bar, we’re drinking. Don’t act like you own the place because you don’t,” Izzy casually answered. It was clear he was beyond done with the female singer. I felt relief flood through my bones as Cindy remained focused on Izzy.

“Who’s this,” my eyes followed the voice to see Betsie, the drummer standing next to Cindy.

“Duff, and he’s our bassist so stay the fuck away from him,” I remained frozen as I watched Betsie’s eyes light up.

Betsie, the girl I taught how to play drums.

The girl who was there for me when I thought I was pregnant. (Thank God I wasn’t. I was also a paranoid virgin at the time with a really bad sex Ed teacher...don’t ask)

The girl who fought to get me on Pixie. The girl who fought to keep me on Pixie when everyone else wanted me gone.

I could change my hair and my clothes, but I knew mannerisms would be the hardest part to change. I had a plan though...more of a thought, but there was still a thought so that has to count for something. I didn’t expect to run into my old band mate who did my makeup before every show. The band mate who knew exactly what my face looked like.

I saw recognition in her eyes the moment our eyes locked. This wasn’t like the looks I saw plastered on Izzy’s or Axl’s face. She knew exactly who I was. This was pure recognition of an old friend.

The friend who many blame me for the downfall of Pixie.

Yeah, I was fucked.

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keelywolfe · 5 years ago

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FIC: Biting Off More Than You Can Chew; part 10

Summary: Ugh, Rus must be coming down with something

Note: I am on fire this week, so here is an update for my heat story! Finally!

Tags: heatfic, dubious consent, NSFW, frenemies to lovers, mates, first time, more if I think of them

PLEASE READ THE TAGS: This is a Heat story, so there are going to be issues of consent. I don’t do partner rape, nope, but hey, I want to be straight with y’all. I like heatfics personally, but I understand how they can be troubling for some people. So there it is.

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~~*~~

The next morning Rus wasn’t so sure the temperature problem was with the thermostat. He woke up to bones that felt gummy with sweat, his joints aching. Even his mattress was damp, the sheets tinged orange and Rus groaned as he struggled free of the covers.

Well, wasn’t this a piss syrup on top of his shit sundae of a month. After everything else that went down, he was getting sick on top of it. Probably all that stress was getting to him and his low HP pretty much guaranteed he took every little germ he ever met home for a visit. Whatever was wrong, it wasn’t bad enough yet to keep him in bed for an extended vacation, so he may as well get up.

The light creeping through the curtains was bright enough to tell him that Blue let him sleep in for once and that only made him feel worse. After bouncing his brother off the front steps yesterday, the least he could do was manage his own sentry duty.

Rus hauled himself off to the shower, letting lukewarm water wash away that uncomfortable stickiness. He wandered back to his room in only a towel without a single scolding or even a good morning, so Blue probably already left for the day. Most of his clothes were balled up in a corner of the room, but there were a couple of clean hoodies hanging in the closet and Rus slipped one on, breathing in the freshness of laundry soap. Normally, he didn’t give much of a shit, but if it was bad enough that Blue bitched at him, it was time to give all his clothes a good scrub.

That could wait for tonight when he was off-duty, and Rus finished dressing to head downstairs. Coffee was on his mind, black as the interior of his skull, and with enough sugar to turn it to slush.

Downstairs, he frowned at the splintered jamb on the kitchen door. He ran a finger over the damaged wood, taking in the gouges left by bone. Damn, his brother must've been losing his shit listening through the door and it wasn't like Rus could blame him. If he'd been on this side listening to Blue whining like he had, there wouldn’t be a door left.

On the table was a covered plate, left by his brother, and Rus lifted the cover to check out what awesome breakfast was waiting for him. Soft-yolk eggs and browned sausages, not quite cooled to the point of being rubbery, and toast dripping with melted honey butter. Tasty goodness and there wasn’t a reason that the sight of it should make his magic lurch with nausea. He dropped the cover with a clatter and turned away, covering his mouth with one hand as he struggled not to puke on his brother’s nice, clean floor. What the fuck, not ten seconds ago breakfast sounded a treat and now…?

Okay, definitely coming down with something.

Coffee still seemed like it was on the table and Rus poured himself a cup, but he kept the sugar to only a couple spoonfuls. It didn’t exactly settle his magic, but he didn’t feel like wrecking his perfectly nice sneakers anymore, so he supposed that was something.

He sipped it gingerly, considering. If he went back to bed, Blue might be irritated at first, but he’d get over it pretty quick once he found out Rus was sick. On the other hand, he didn’t feel that bad, and if Blue thought he was getting a bug, he could look forward to about a week of his bro fussing over him, playing nursemaid and filling him up with clear fluids and sympathy. That was always great when he was sick, not so much when he was feeling better and ready to hit the streets again.

By the time he went for a second cup, he’d made a decision. Try to hit up his sentry station for his shift and if he still felt shit by the end, he’d let Blue in on the fact that they were about to get hit with some germy visitors. That was the plan and he was gonna stick to it.

Probably.

Rus wandered outside and directly into a shortcut, stepping out by the rickety folding chair at his sentry station. He plopped into it, propping up his untied sneakers on the ledge. If there were any Humans thinking of showing up in the Underground, he hoped they’d wait until next week because for today? Rus wasn’t up to meeting any new ‘friends’.

~~*~~

Hot. He was so hot, so fucking hot, and he ached, bone deep ache, a niggling itch that started in his soul and twined down between his legs, begging to be scratched. Not by himself, no, just thinking about jerking off made him cringe. He needed something (someone) something else, he needed, he needed—

“Papy!”

His brother’s indignant cry startled Rus so much he nearly fell out of his chair, wobbling ominously until he caught his balance.

“huh?” Rus said muzzily. He blinked hard, wincing. The artificial light seeming painfully bright this morning. Or maybe more like past noon given his brother’s outraged look. He was about to ask, trying to get past the sticky, clotted mass that was currently his mind, but Blue didn’t stop, ranting on.

“Sleeping on duty, honestly! You didn’t even notice me coming up, how do you expect to catch a Human that way?”

“i don’t…uh…” There was supposed to be a pun of some sort that went there, just to see his brother howl in outrage even as he tried not to laugh. But all his thoughts were gluey, stuck on the fact that he was too damn hot. Rus pushed down his hood, exposing his skull to the chilly Snowdin air. Normally he didn’t exactly mind the cold, but it didn’t usually feel like such a glorious relief. It made him want to yank up his shirt, let all that cold air in to mingle around his ribs, and one of his hands actually twitched towards his shirt hem. He managed to wake up a little more before he got that far to find Blue had fallen silent and was staring at him with some concern.

“Are you all right?” Blue asked finally. The stars of his eye lights faded down into pale circles, rounded and bland.

“yeah, why?” Rus said distractedly. If only it wasn’t so fucking hot—

Blue reached out and Rus felt him swipe a finger down his skull, stared in bewilderment as Blue showed him the streak of orange on his glove’s fingertip. “Because you’re sweating terribly. Are you feeling all right?”

Rus wasn’t exactly sure how to answer that one. With his hood down, he felt a little better, that constricting fever easing up a little. He didn’t feel bad, he felt weird, fuck, wasn’t that just his luck? Probably catching the Spotted Monster flu or something.

“yeah,” Rus said slowly, still not sure if it was the truth. “i…think so? i was having a weird dream, maybe i didn’t sleep so good last night.”

“Why don’t you head home?” Blue said, with unexpected gentleness. “Do you want me to go with you?” He started to help Rus up and paused, a fleeting expression of disgust crossing his face. "Papy," Blue said exasperatedly, “did you put on the same sweatshirt as before?"

"no," Rus said, frowning. Yeah, most’ve his sweatshirts looked about the same, but he was sure he hadn’t. "got this one fresh from the closet."

"Maybe they weren't quite dry when I hung them up?" Blue waved a hand in front of his face. "I've never smelled such awful mildew, you can't smell that?"

Rus pulled up the front of his sweatshirt and gave it a good whiff. Soap, maybe a hint of sweetness from his sweat. Not mildew, though, or whatever Blue thought it was. “smells fine to me.”

“Well, that’s proof right there that you’re ill, brother,” Blue said dryly. “Go home and take a proper nap.”

“thanks, bro,” Rus said gratefully. Yeah, he was about ready for whatever coddling Blue felt like handing over. Before he headed out, he looped an arm around Blue and hauled him in for a hug, ignoring his groaning protests because hello, big brother privilege was higher than any stank out there.

He didn’t linger long, not with official permission to nap granted. Rus shortcutted home, to his porch rather than into his bedroom so he could kick off his shoes at the door.

The urge to strip off his sweatshirt and roll around in the snow was almost irresistible, but probably would get him a few looks from the folks in town. He settled for yanking it over his head in the living room and carrying it, the sleeves trailing behind him on the ground as he trudged upstairs to flop on his mattress, barely taking the time to toe off his socks.

A nap would help whatever damn fever was cropping up. He hoped.

~~*~~

When he woke again, Rus felt a little better. The sheets were still damp with sweat but the urge to roll around in the snow like a weird puppy had let up. Through the window, the artificial light was showing dimmer and soft, close to ‘dusk’.

A pleasant smell got Rus sniffing and on his desk was a food tray and a note from his brother.

Didn’t want to wake you, training with Alphys. Eat up and get more sleep, early duty in the morning!

It made Rus smile. Like he was fooled at all by that, if Blue thought he was even a tiny bit sick, he’d be tucked right beneath the blankets again faster than you could say ‘spaghetti aficionado’.

But Rus didn’t think it was gonna be a problem. Already he was hungry, ravenous even, and he scarfed down steaming soup hidden beneath the tray eagerly, practically tasting the loving care with which it was made.

When his magic was finished incorporating it, a different urge struck him and damn if Rus wasn’t ready for a drink at Muffet’s. Maybe something more, the fake night was young, and it’d been a long time since Rus had gotten laid. If you didn’t count weird outliers and Rus stuffed that thought firmly back. Willingly laid, thanks, and after he left a note for his bro, he headed out.

At this time of night, Muffet’s was loaded with regulars, most of them already a couple of drinks in. They called to him, waving and cheering, and Rus handed ‘em back a few of the stock puns he kept handy for just such an occasion, until everyone was laughing. Muffet gave him a smile as Rus walked up to his normal barstool, but it faded into concern as she got a good look at him. She set down the glass she was drying and walked over.

“Are you feeling all right?” she asked in that soft, flute-like voice of hers. “You look a little pale.”

“think so? sweetheart, all my mixed feelings need is a mixed drink, ” Rus gave her a winsome smile, “think you can scrounge me up something on my tab?”

All of her eyes rolled as one, but she was smiling as she poured him out a drink. Honey whisky and water, perfect, and Rus took a sip, spinning on his stool to take in the night’s offerings.

There. A group of some of the other sentries were sitting at a table. One of them towered over the others, even sitting. Pete, from the Bun clan, his long, velvety ears starting to droop from their normal ramrod straight point as he drank. Rus nursed his drink, savoring the sweet-smokiness as he watched Pete moving, the muscles rippling beneath his fur as he gestured. Yeah, Pete was usually up for a good time and he was strong enough to be a hellava fuck. He’d been one of Rus’s regulars back in the day, before he’d met the other skellies and his pussy train got derailed.

Welp, the way he felt right now, he was ready to choo choo his way back onto the track.

Rus tossed back the rest of his drink and slid back to his feet, wandering over to the group. There was nothing seductive about it, didn’t need to be. Rus had a reputation for being a pretty damn good time and he could feel several sets of eyes on him, weighing their chances. But there was only one he was interested in.

“Hey, Papyrus,” Pete said, and Rus didn’t miss the restrained hopefulness in it. Oh, yeah, this was cake and pie.

“hey, pete, wanna take a walk?”

His chair scraped as Pete shoved it back, practically stumbling to his feet, a rare Monster who actually towered over Rus’s impressive height. The grin that spread over his face was lascivious, eager. For about a minute. Then it faltered into a frown as he sniffed, loudly and obviously. “You smell kinda funny.”

Rus groaned. Fuck, was he cursed by some vengeful reverse-washu? “you’re the second person to say that to me today.” He made a show of sniffing his non-existent armpits. “i don’t smell anything. i took a shower, my clothes are clean, guess my normal sauce took a turn.”

“It ain’t exactly bad.” Pete leaned in closer, smirking, and he hooked a thick finger at the hem of Rus’s sweatshirt, lifting it just enough to graze over his hip bone. Oh, fuck yes. Big hands, big dick, and maybe it was a myth, but Rus’d put it to the test and found the theory proved in Pete. He was leaning in close, his beer-scented breath gusting over Rus’s face. They were about to put on a show if he got much closer and Rus was already tipping his head up, ready for a little PDA before getting down to business. Pete murmuring, “We could head back to my place if you want. Or out back, if you don’t, I—”

Rus could only blink in surprise when instead of getting a hard kiss, a strange expression crossed Pete’s face and he leaned away. “You know what, I’m gonna have to beg off tonight, Papyrus. Maybe another time.”

“sure,” Rus said, slowly, confused. Even weirder, instead of sitting back down, Pete tossed back the rest of his drink and actually left, what the fuck?

Okay, that wasn’t fucking weird or anything.

The rest of the table looked as confused as him, but their expressions changed to hopeful delight as Rus said, “guess this seat is empty, mind if i join you?”

None of them did and Rus was two free drinks in by the time another Monster left, wearing the same expression of confused dismay as Pete, then another. All too quickly, Rus was sitting at an empty table surrounded by half-filled glasses, wondering what the actual fuck was going on.

Turned out, it wasn’t just the sentries. Rus gave it another shot, another, and every person he approached was one he’d fucked at least one other time, even if it was nothing more than a blowjob in the alley behind Muffet’s, Rus on his knees, pantlegs drenched in the snow while he let his mind drift, all his thoughts blissfully silent while whoever it was fucked his mouth for all they were worth.

And every one of them turned him down, turned away with that same expression. His increasing desperation probably wasn’t much of a turn-on, either, the heat of the bar was starting to get to him. His sweatshirt was living up to its name by drenching in it, the fabric darkened with the wet magic dripping from his bones. He finally took it off, tossing it carelessly to the ground. He’d get it later, drag it home and toss it in the wash with the rest of his damn stanky clothes, but for now the empty bar was so hot and muggy, it was unbearable.

Rus sank unsteadily back down on his barstool, nearly toppling off to the floor. He caught his balance at the last minute, clinging to the bartop and wondering vaguely if he’d drank more than he thought as he slurred out, “hey, muff. how about i hang out a little while after closing?”

Muffet’s pretty face, normally so pleased to see him, was creased with frowning concern, “Papyrus, you should go home.”

That was the last straw, his soul pulsed, frantic and hurt and he was not used to being turned down. He and Muffet had an understanding, neither of them looking for anything serious. They traded gossip and sex and illicit goods, and it was a great deal, one of the best Rus ever made, so why--?

“wha…?” Rus shook his head, baffled. “seriously? haven’t i always shown you a good time?”

“Always.” She seemed a little confused herself, that same baffled dismay he’d been seeing all night. “I’m sorry, Papyrus, I’m just not in the mood. Maybe another time?”

He nodded and his head felt swollen and too heavy for the slender bones of his cervical vertebrae. Rus slid off the stool and stumbled out the door. The icy wind chilled him instantly, blowing through the feeble protection of his tank top and he stood for a long moment, basking in that blissful cold before starting to trudge his way home.

The entire fucking town of Snowdin wasn’t ‘in the mood’ and to add insult to injury, he saw two of the sentries who’d ditched him necking in the alleyway. He wasn’t so much of a pervert that he stayed to watch, but it sent a wild pulse through him right at crotch level. Rus kept walking, resisting the temptation to collapse into the snow, so fucking hot—hot.

Heat.

Rus stopped, standing so still that snow began to pile up on his bones. He was every kind of idiot he’d ever been called, idiot, moron, such a fucking fool.

“no,” Rus whimpered to no one at all, maybe to himself. No, no, no, Edge told him his body was his own, he’d told him he didn’t care if he fucked around. Of course he fucking had, he never mentioned that no one else would want him! The growing ache in his pelvis twined itself around the ungodly heat throbbing in his soul, mingled with the bewildered hurt of being turned down again and again. People fucking liked him, okay, liked fucking him, but this wasn’t about them, it was about the shitty heat.

Heat, he was so hot and he needed…he needed…he couldn’t fucking think. He needed to head home, that was it, home. Home? No, home wasn’t it. There was someplace else he needed to go. He started walking again, letting his feet carry him because they seemed to know the right direction. Through a door, downstairs, and he managed to focus blearily on the keypad long enough to punch in a number.

By the time he stepped through the portal, it was like he was walking in a fog of need, but he had just enough presence of mind to take a shortcut. The soothing cold vanished as he stepped out into a darkened room, there was nothing but the burning in his soul. Here, yes, this was where he needed to be.

“What are you doing here?” He almost didn’t understand the words. Not angry, only startled, and Rus jerked up his skull to look into crimson eyelights, set in a face that he knew and the flame in his soul became an inferno.

That was what he needed.

He reached out, a sob strangling in his throat. Tripped over his own stupid feet, but strong arms caught him before he could hit the floor. Rus tried to talk, to beg, plead for something, but the words strangled off before they could leave his mouth.

Distantly, he heard a low murmur next to his skull, blissfully soothing, “Shhh, I have you. I have you. It’s all right, I’m here.”

His soul yearned towards that voice and so did Rus, turning towards it to bury his face against a bony sternum and the sudden urge to sink his teeth into it, to bite, to mark, was impossible to resist. He heard a groan as he sank his teeth in, hard, tasting the hot, salty blurt of marrow as the bone parted. Breath hissing above his head, but there was no struggle, no protests. Hands held him in close, petting his skull, his back, anywhere they could reach.

This, this was what he needed, and when he lifted his head, still tasting hot marrow and blindly searching, a mouth descended on his, and Rus was lost.

~~*~~

TBC

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #biting off more than you can chew #please read the warnings

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monsterywriting · 6 years ago

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Zombie Boyfriend (Adam) - pt 1

Read the Rewrite here

So, I’ve finally posted my first monster boyfriend story on here! Part 2 coming soon, but I hope y’all enjoy this. Also, this is really a kind of “Frankenstein’s monster” story, but that was too long for the title so... officially Adam’s a zombie!

word count: 2,343

Living alone in the middle of nowhere had its perks, especially considering you enjoyed the solitude of nature of the mountainside without a neighbor around for miles that was actually there for the winter.

It had already been nearly three months since you first came out to fix up your grandmother’s old cabin and you had yet to grow tired of the place. She had moved into the nearby town at the bottom of the mountain where your family lived a year ago now.

She was getting older and her eyesight had been going over the years, so your parents didn’t want her living alone in the winter up where there was no way to check in on her. So, you’d been tasked with getting the place ready to be put on the market for the next summer. Not that you minded the decision too much, though.

You were able to sleep in most days, and all the necessary work that needed to be done outside had been completed over the summer, meaning your job at the cabin consisted mostly of cleaning out the junk that had accumulated over the years and keeping the place dust free until you were able to drive into town and get supplies to actually repaint and decorate in the spring.

A week ago you finally started clearing out the three bedrooms upstairs that had been virtually untouched since you were a child, taking all the old furniture and trash that needed to be thrown out into the front yard.

Since then, every time you went outside, you’ve felt something staring at you while you worked.

At first, you assumed it was some of the wildlife that wasn’t currently hibernating, since they were probably used to getting food left behind from the summer crowd. Now, however, you weren’t sure what to feel about the constant staring and tried not to linger outside for too long.

The cabin sat on a small grassy hill overlooking the frozen lake, other cabins, all empty at this time of year, dotting the shore.

Behind the cabin was a forest, the underbrush and snow so closely packed you could barely see through it. The only break in the tree line was the dirt road, currently blocked with snow, leaving the lake back down the mountain. It was from the trees you felt the stare come from.

Shuddering as you turned away from the forest, you set back to work hauling a rather large wardrobe that had been in the room that used to be yours in the summers. It had once been a beautiful piece, one you’d been hoping to save, but a bad leak in the roof had badly damaged it beyond repair.

The roof and leak had already been fixed, but the ceilings would have to be redone because of the water damage before anything else was done to the rooms.

The wardrobe moved fairly easily at first as you pushed it downhill, and it was a miracle you even got it down the stairs in one piece.

Now, however, as you tried to keep it from falling all the way down and crashing into the lake, you were regretting not taking a sledgehammer to it inside and just bringing it out in pieces.

Now that the ground was a bit more uneven, the wardrobe kept getting stuck, forcing you to push harder against it. About halfway down, you gave it a particularly hard push, but instead of moving, the entire wardrobe tipped over and made you lose your balance as well.

Fortunately, the ground wasn’t as steep and the wardrobe stayed in place once it crashed into the dirt. Unfortunately, however, you started rolling almost as soon as you hit the ground.

Groaning as you picked yourself up off the gravel, you were horrified to find your both your hands and a scrape on your forehead were bleeding. And to make matters worse, your only pair of glasses had cracks all on the lenses, meaning you were blind and stuck as such for another month until you could go home and get another pair.

“Oh god, are you okay?!” Someone called out to you as they ran down the hill towards you, and you turned like a deer in headlights.

Even with your terrible vision you could tell whoever it was was huge, and once he reached out and picked you up onto your feet, you really saw how much he towered over you. You were incredibly nearsighted, and trying to look up at his face was like trying to look up at the top of a mountain without your glasses. All you could tell was that he was wearing dark sunglasses.

“Your forehead is bleeding pretty bad, but it shouldn’t need stitches. From what I can tell it’s just a scrape,” the stranger murmured almost to himself as he held your head in place and pushed your hair out of the way.

“Sorry, but who exactly are you?” You ignored him, squinting and trying to get on your tiptoes to get a better look, “I thought no one would be staying at the lake this winter.”

The stranger suddenly seemed to get nervous, craning his head back so you couldn’t make out the details of his face, though you assumed his reaction was just a matter of personal space as he relaxed as soon as you got back down.

“I actually bought the house on the other side of the lake two years ago,” he finally answered after seeming taken aback by your question, “Did something happen to the woman living here? She was always very kind to me whenever I would jog over here.”

“Ah, no,” you said quickly, easily falling into conversation with the strange man, “She’s my grandmother, she just moved closer to town. She’s still healthy as a horse. Y’know, besides her eyes.”

“Oh, okay,” he paused before continuing tentatively, “Are you… blind, too?”

“Oh, no,” you burst out, almost laughing, “my eyesight is just horrible. I have pretty severe astigmatism, but I can see fine with my glasses… they just broke in the fall, though, so I guess for right now I am until I can go and buy new ones.”

The strange man chuckled before noticing you wiping the blood falling into your eyes and turned all business.

“We have to get that cleaned. Do you have a first aid kit inside?” He asked, guiding you back up the hill by your shoulders.

“Uh, no, though I probably should have,” you said after thinking briefly.

“It’s fine, just hold a paper towel or something against it to stop the bleeding while I run back home and grab mine,” he said without hesitation, leaving you at the entrance while he started running back.

You were left speechless as you watched the blurry blob eventually disappear in the distance before you finally made your way to the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of paper towels before going back to sit on the porch while you waited for the — probably hot by the sound of his voice — apparent neighbor you didn’t even know you had.

By the time you noticed him jogging back with a white bag in hand, the bleeding on your forehead had stopped, but there was a dull ache in your hands where you’d caught yourself on the gravel.

He quickly unzipped the bag and took out what he needed before pulling up his jacket sleeves and getting to work.

Neither of you spoke while he cleaned the scrapes with antiseptic, and you couldn’t help but notice the scars all along his arms and hands while he worked, but you didn’t want to be rude and ask about them after just meeting him. Maybe that’s why he didn’t like you getting so close to him earlier.

“I’m [Y/N],” you finally broke the silence as he placed a large bandage on the palm of your hand, and he jumped as if he’d forgotten you were even there.

“I’m Adam,” he said once he composed himself, placing the trash back in the kit before zipping it closed.

“Well, Adam, I ought to repay you for saving my life,” you grinned as you heard him chuckle at your quip, “How about I feed you for your trouble?”

“That’s alright, it was no trouble really, and I wouldn’t want you to waste your food rations,” Adam tried to stand and decline the offer, but you grabbed his arm, pretending not to notice how he stiffened as your hand was directly on his largest scar.

“Come on, I’ve got enough canned vegetables to last the whole year,” you said gently, not wanting to come across as too pushy, “and some deer sausage in the freezer I’ve been saving for a special occasion. I think this fits the bill.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Adam finally agreed to come in and hang out while you made lunch. You cracked up watching the gigantic guy duck down to go in the front door and then awkwardly sit on your grandma’s tiny old lady couch.

He soon relaxed as time went on, the two of you talking about anything and everything while the food cooked.

You learned Adam was an editor, hence why he could stay up in his house all winter since he worked from home most of the time anyways. You also learned that your grandmother had been his only friend at the lake since he moved in, and while he didn’t elaborate on why, you could hazard a guess based on the scars on his arms.

You also figured out it was Adam who had been somewhat stalking you for the past week every time you went outside.

“I wasn’t stalking you, I was just scared of finding out something bad really had happened to your grandma,” Adam complained, “and I didn’t know how you’d take to seeing me while we’re both alone and trapped here for the winter.”

“Oh come on, how am I supposed to be scared of the guy who’s best friends with my grandma?” The two of you laughed and continued on talking about your various interests.

You discovered the two of you actually had a lot in common, from your senses of humor to books you both enjoyed. And you learned a lot about Adam. That he didn’t have any living relatives and, while he was currently making fairly good money as an editor, he hoped to one day write a novel of his own.

The conversation didn’t end even as you ate, and before you knew it, it was almost dark outside.

“Ah, jeez, you can’t go out in that,” you groaned once you looked out the window, “You can hurt yourself or get lost if it gets any later, and it’s a long walk back to your house.”

“It’s fine,” Adam insisted, grinning confidently, “There’s still some light, and I’ve got pretty good night vision, unlike somebody.”

You were skeptical to say the least, especially considering the fact that not once has Adam taken off his sunglasses around you. But, since he was pretty adamant about being able to walk on his own, you quickly gave in so he wouldn’t lose any more light, but not after forcing him to borrow one of your flashlights just in case.

After that, you and Adam got close pretty quickly, though he always seemed to keep some physical distance between you at all times. But, he would come help you clear out the rest of the bedrooms almost daily, so you couldn’t complain, even if the two of you mostly got distracted goofing off in between taking out the old furniture.

You’d given Adam your grandmother’s new number, so he was able to talk to her again, something she had been ecstatic about. And, you were able to have your parents pick up another pair of glasses for you so you could just drive down and get them as soon as the snow cleared.

Fortunately, you’d gotten the majority of the work done before meeting Adam, so there wasn’t really a rush to finish, not that you wanted to finish any time soon. While you had no doubt you and Adam would remain close even after the cabin was sold, you couldn’t help but hope the lazy days of hanging out every day never ended.

Your feelings for Adam had evolved over time, and you finally admitted to yourself you had a crush on the big softie when he slept over one night after you’d fallen asleep on him while he read one of the old books you’d found in one of the rooms out loud so you could listen, too.

Waking up in the morning to find that he’d gone to grab food from his house and made breakfast for the two of you was almost enough to have you get down on one knee and beg him to marry you right there.

In the blink of an eye, the worst of the snow was over and the roads were clear enough for you to finally go get your new glasses. But when you jokingly told Adam you’d finally get to have a good look at him that morning, he suddenly seemed to get distant, announcing that he had to get to work editing some manuscript somebody emailed him, so he probably wouldn’t be able to come over for a while.

You couldn’t shake how sad he had sounded as you drove down the mountainside, but you soon put the thought away as you pulled up to your parents’ house and stayed for a while to eat with them before going to pick up some paint samples and rollers from the hardware store before heading back to the cabin.

After dropping off everything you bought inside the living room, you decided to go visit Adam with your new glasses while checking to see what was wrong.

#monster boyfriend #zombie boyfriend #male monster #exophilia #reader insert

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years ago

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Play Though? Pt. 2

Part 1

(Dad!M’Baku x Black!OC)

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: I started the first chapter as a Reader insert, but I’m starting to feel more for original characters, so our main girl, Xavier’s mom and M’Baku’s love interest is Remi!

Remi had a problem, a pretty big one. A couple of days had passed since the unexpected friendship between M’Baku and both of their children. Xavier had talked his mother’s ear off to death about his spunky little new friend he made, and it made Remi genuinely happy to hear. She wanted her son to get in touch with his new friend again and have a solid friend, however thanks to her father, that may not happen.

M’Baku thought he was slick giving his number to her instead of the other way around. This forced Remi’s hand to have to make the decision and time to make the phone call and invite them over for the playdate that was promised. And sure, if Remi said she didn’t want to see M’Baku again, it would be a lie. But she didn’t even know where to start with him.

“X, get your backpack, it’s time to go baby.” Remi says, sliding her shoes on as she grabs her keys.

Xavier drags his feet into the kitchen along with his backpack on the floor. “Mama.”

“You didn’t pack your game in there right? I don’t want a kid to steal it.”

“Mama.”

Remi grabs her purse talking to herself. “If I am late again, I’ll fire my damn self. Shit!”

“Mama!” Xavier yells out.

“Oh! Mama’s sorry, I know that’s a bad word.”

“Daddy say that all the time.” Xavier says matter of factly.

Remi turns to him with her hand on her hip. “Excuse me? ALL the time?”

Xavier nods, picking at his nose. “Mama I don’t wanna go.”

Remi sighs walking over to her son and kneeling at his level. “Why not? You had a good time last week. You have friends there.”

He shrugs. “I don’t feel good.”

Remi puts a hand to his forehead. “You’re not hot...Is it your tummy?”

Xavier shakes his head. “Sometimes I don’t wanna go is all.”

Remi looks at her son’s round face lovingly. Her eyes looking back at her has always been a quick source of pride for Remi. Her hair texture, face shape, and bits of personality brought back memories of when she was a little girl. She took her time with him in moments like these.

“Well son, you know how Mama has to go to work everyday?”

“Not Saturday!” He corrects.

Remi chuckles. “Yes, smart boy. Not everyday do I work, But when I have to I go.”

“But you’re big, you have to.”

Remi smirks. “I am, but you have things to do too. Like keeping your toys cleaned up, and eating your peas and carrots.”

Xavier crosses his arms. “I don’t like those.”

“I know X. But think when I wasn’t feeling good on your birthday and you wanted your favorite blueberry waffles and sausage links with lots of syrup and scrambled eggs?”

Xavier’s eyes widen with excitement. “Can I have some now?!”

Remi shakes her head. “No, but do you hear me? I was sick and still gave your your favorite breakfast?” Xavier nods. “So things like that happen. You do stuff you don’t want to because you want to do right for other people. I wanted you to have a good birthday even though I didn’t feel good.”

“Whose birthday is it?” Xavier asks.

Remi hangs her head from this merry go round of a conversation. “No one’s. But you have friends and learning to do, which you need to be a big strong boy, so we have to go.”

Xavier pouts heavily as she puts on his backpack and pushes him out the door and in the car. Once she pulled up to daycare, Xavier’s face is covered in tear trails and snot bubbles, grips her hand tightly as she walks him to the entrance. A smiling worker greets Xavier happily.

“Ohhh, are we having a rough morning?”

Remi smiles tightly. “Kind of. He wasn’t feeling like going out today.”

The daycare worker kneels down. “Well I’m glad you came. Today is when we learn about planting with crushed up Oreo cookies and gummi worms and all kinds of good stuff. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Xavier rubs his eyes hard nodding his head. Remi rustles his braids. “Sure does! You go ahead with Ms. Faye and have a good day. I’ll be back soon, ok?”

Xavier, hugs her legs with one healthy squeeze before going in. Ms Faye stays back with Remi for a minute.

“He’s been really great with the other children lately. First whole week without even a threat of an incident.”

Remi nods, folding her arms over herself. “I think that the word ‘threat’ is a bit strong but I appreciate the update.”

Ms. Faye shrugs. “Look, it’s tough on everybody involved. But we try to be supportive and encouraging so he is reminded that no one is against him. Does he display any aggression at home?”

Remi shakes her head. “And once again, please watch the words you use to describe his behavior. Aggressive? Never. He is a mama’s boy, turns into a puddle whenever I call him out on the smallest thing.”

Ms. Faye nods stoically. “Ok. I know he used to mention visiting his father more often, has he been able to get time with him?’

Remi shifted nervously. Xavier’s father was a sore subject for Remi to dive into at any point in time. He is a slick talker, big dreamer which was half the reason Remi gave him the time of day. He has a way of making her feel like a sinking ship was still rising on the other side of the surface if you hold your breath long enough. But his promises never came to fruition and led her and eventually her son down a road that they barely got out of unscathed. She’d hoped Xavier was still young enough to not be worried about the troubles of the past, but it doesn’t seem that way.

“We have plans to see him soon, yeah. Just don’t bring it up to him, that’s a little too heavy to have on his mind when I’m not there. Ok?” Remi says. Ms. Faye nods knowingly before bidding her farewell. Remi checks her phone: of course time got away from her again.

Remi zooms over to the beauty shop, parking in the back as she jogs in the back door to make it to her chair.

“Uh uh! I know you not trying to get past us that easily Re!”

The voice that called her out belonged to Patricia or Trixie, the shop owner. She’s a middle aged Black woman who looked like Storm’s auntie, grey locs and all sitting atop her head in a bun and headscarf. She’s putting a roller set into an elderly woman’s hair.

“I’m sorry Trixie. I got behind dropping my son off at daycare.” Remi says, prepping her area.

Trixie fixes her mouth before speaking. “You spoil that boy too much. Why don’t you have my cousin watch him? She run a daycare from her house and won’t charge you an arm and leg to do it.”

“Are we just gonna forget the trap house she lives next to? Or how she turns deaf and blind soon as someone calls her on that phone she stays glued to 24/7.” Remi says.

Trixie waves her off. “Oh the boy gotta learn how to handle himself in the world eventually. When his father coming by to get him?”

Remi calls a waiting patron over to her chair. “I don’t know anymore. I haven’t tried calling him lately.”

“Oh hell, you shouldn’t have to!” Mika says out the blue across the room. She works with Remi too, started not long after Remi did.

“Thank you! The boy ought to be calling you to spend some time with his firstborn! I still wonder if he lying bout that…” Trixie adds under her breath.

Remi starts walks her patron to a sink bowl. “That’s the truth, believe me. The man acts like his dick is solid gold and his sperm is diamond encrusted. Surprisingly he don’t give it out willy nilly.”

Trixie helps escort her patron under a dryer. “He was always so odd to me. Too pretty to be like that, he oughta be having babies right and left.”

Mika chimes in from her filing her nails. “He could be like Prince or Leonardo di Caprio out here: had all these women in a tizzy but no kids. They kept they shit on ZipLoc.”

Remi and Trixie laugh at her suggestion. “Ok, ok. But to be serious a second, he should be calling you, for real. He needs to see his son and you need a break. I can tell you running yourself ragged making sure the sun revolves around him.”

Remi towel dries her patron. “I’m good. Xavier IS my world, I’m not ashamed to admit that. I’m raising a Black man in the making, and I will not fuck this up, deadbeat daddy be damned. Plus, I get me time with you all here. That’s socializing enough.”

Trixie makes a face with a slight eye roll. “I mean that’s noble and all, but hell, I don’t need you being a spinster at your age. You still got all that youth, you need to put that beauty and energy into something that’s gonna appreciate it. You know, someone that doesn’t require potty breaks and reads at high school level.”

Remi scoffs as she combs out her patron’s hair. “What’re you trying to say?”

“GIRL GET YOU A MAN! A date, a one night stand, a something with a dick and a pulse!” Mika exclaims. The whole shop goes quiet looking at her like the aftermath of an explosion. “Y’all were thinking it. You too Mae, I know you know. You been married 50 yrs and his death didn’t stop you.”

Remi’s patron Mae turned around in her chair wordlessly away from Mika in response.

Trixie tries to even things out. “Thank you for that Mika. But what I’m trying to say is you need a night out or something. You say you socialize with us but you never go outside of this shop with us, and that’s not cuz we ain’t tryin.”

Remi sighs. “You right, you right. I got a routine is all, and what if I go somewhere and-and Xavier needs me cuz he misses me? Having a nightmare? Wet the bed?”

“Ohhh my God.” Mika groans.

“Mika, shut the hell up. Re, I get that. When my kids were small, they had my undivided attention cuz I was young, younger than you, and had to hustle to make sure my babies had what they needed so their lives were good despite the circumstances they were brought in.”

“Thank you! Yes!” Remi exclaims feeling vindicated.

Trixie holds up a hand. “But! I didn’t have a life because of it. I lost a little bit of what it meant to be me outside of being a mother. Now, like I said I was younger, less established and had an extra couple kids before your age compared to your one. All I’m saying is, you have a means to make a life for yourself still without losing yourself.”

Remi sighs. “The boy is a handful though. I won’t put a man over my son. Even like this past weekend, some guy tried to talk to me up with his kid at the park.”

“Oh?” Mika perks up.

Remi nods, oblivious to Mika’s excitement. “Yeah! Interrupting my time with Xavier so he could try and talk me up. Like he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Wait, wait wait. Ok, first of all, what was the exact situation here. Did he look like one of these dusty van driving niggas using a kid to lure women or something?”

“No, Mika! But he don’t have to, he’s a big ass dude. Like a fucking...oak ass tree ass, thick looking nigga…” Remi says hesitantly. She bites her lip at the thought of his appearance, almost forgetting how handsome he is with the amount of time having passed.

Trixie walks up to her pointing. “Girllll, I see you! He was FINE huh? Light skinned, dark skinned?”

“Dark skinned, yeah. His daughter is just as cute too, like gorgeous and smart. He treats her like a doll.”

“How much time did y’all spend together??” Mika’s voice asks in a high pitched voice, fanning herself.

Remi stamps her foot. “Y’all stahp! It’s literally not like that at all. He tried it though, giving me his number like he just know he gonna see me again.”

Trixie and Mika look at one another one second before falling out in laughter and praise dancing in the middle of the shop. Remi looks at them in wide eyed wonderment before coaxing them to calm down.

“Aye aye! This is a place of business y’all, the hell you doin?”

Trixie stops to catch her breath. “Child this MY place of business, you better turn up! If you don’t call this fine single father who gave you the go ahead to seek him out, I WILL!”

Remi rolls her eyes. “It’s gonna be a waste of time though!”

Mika chimes in. “Let him waste your time! You got your time too organized, you stiff! You need something to break down your walls….oh shit! You see that double entendre!”

Trixie and Mika screech, giving each other a high five.

“Excuse me!” Mae says in Remi’s chair.

Remi turns to her. “Oh oh, I’m sorry! I’ll get you under the dryer right now. Excuse the noise.”

She shakes her head. “No dear, the man who is sweet on you. Why not try to get to know him a little? You’re too beautiful to be single, and you both have children. There’s a lot to relate to one another about.”

Remi smiles sweetly at the old white woman. “Thank you, I appreciate your advice Mae. I’m still thinking about it though.”

“Well that is a start in itself. Pray about it, you’ll know what’s right.” Mae’s saggy cheeks lift a little as she smiles with a closed mouth as Remi escorts her to a chair for drying.

Mika and Trixie finally got off of the subject of Remi’s potential love life and got through the appointments of the day. What little time she had to herself was spent thinking of dinner for Xavier and NOW checking the new contact in her phone and wondering if she should take the plunge dive in some uncharted waters. By the close of business, Remi was zooming over to the daycare to see her little boy; she missed him so much by the end of the work day. She’s thankful he is still small enough for her to hold and snuggle, though he’s growing up so fast.

When Remi arrives to the daycare, Faye walks Xavier out, who runs the rest of the way over to her.

“Hey X! Did you have a good day?” Remi asks, picking him up into a big hug. He smelled like outside and the coconut oil spray she conditions his hair with.

His little arms tightened around her head. “Yeah! I planted gummi worms and made mud!”

“It was pudding.” Faye chuckled. “Xavier was the life of the party today.”

Remi kisses his cheek greedily as she puts him in his booster seat in the back. When she closes the door, Faye grabs Remi’s attention.

“Remi, he was great today. He even helped out with the project, passing out our ‘flower pots’, which were just styrofoam cups. But he really showed a lot of leadership and gentleness today.”

Remi looks back at her little boy in the car with pride. “That’s what he is, gentle and bossy.”

Faye nods. “So great. He even had a lot of conversation for me today. Someone he met taught him about plants before. Some kind of strong trees from Africa?”

Remi searches her mind; she always took Xavier to the library for books of all kinds for him to learn about the world, but she didn’t recall anything from books or TV on that.

“Really? I’ve got to ask him about that, must’ve been on PBS or something when I wasn’t paying attention.” Remi surmises.

“Well it stuck, I love seeing comprehension in children at a young age. He’s got a strong foundation for it in you. Thanks for bringing him by.”

“No problem! I wouldn’t mind a discount on fees since he is such a joy.” Remi says jokingly as she walks to the car.

“If only!” Faye retorts, waving back proudly.

Remi and Xavier drive home, bopping to the radio edits of their favorite hits the whole way back. Xavier’s mood lifted Remi’s so easily; she was dog tired on the way to pick him up after hours of being on her feet, but now she felt like they could party all night. Looking back at his serious jam face mumbling the riff of a Miguel song tickled her, such a performer.

Once they arrived at their home, Remi starts to rundown the menu, heading to the kitchen.

“Ok X-man, we can have some spaghetti, I got turkey meat for sandwiches. Or I could make those fish tacos, you liked those last time.”

“Mama, can I have my birthday today?” Xavier calls from the couch he is standing on.

Remi closes the fridge door to approach her son. “Mk, first, get off the couch. We don’t even do that on birthdays.”

Xavier jumps off standing by his mom. “Please? Can I have my birthday?”

Remi pulls out some bread to make a sandwich. “Sweetie, I don’t have any waffle mix or blueberries.”

Xavier crawls into a chair. “No mama, I want birthday. Not waffles.”

Remi stops prepping the sandwich to look at her son carefully. “Your birthday isn’t for six more months, why do you want to celebrate so early?”

“I want Sunny to come over and play.” Xavier says reaching for a lunch meat slice to chew on.

Remi looks at Xavier with confusion. “Who is Sunny, baby?”

“My friend from the park. Her dad came too, I want to see her for my birthday.” Xavier says through a mouth full of meat.

Remi chuckles to go back to assembling her sandwich. “X, you don’t need a birthday to see Jolasun, we can see her anytime.”

Xavier’s eyes light up. “Can I see her tomorrow??”

Remi groans as she thinks. “Uhhh, probably not….”

“If it’s my birthday tomorrow, can I see her?” Xavier asks.

Remi gives her son a look. “Xavier, what’s this birthday mess you keep talking about? We will see her when I say we can, I’m just not sure yet.”

Xavier’s face falls. “But you say you do cool stuff for my birthday, even if you feel bad.”

Remi purses her mouth and steps away from the sandwich ingredients. She pulls a seat up next to her son giving him her full attention.

“Listen, that’s different. I told you that so you would understand why you have to go to school in the morning. It doesn’t work for other things like seeing friends.”

Xavier’s eyes begin to water as he looks sadly at his turkey slice. “But I want to see Sunny….”

Remi rubs his back. “We will, X! I promise we will, don’t get upset.”

Xavier sniffles. “But you don’t want to…”

“No! No, I do want to see her. She’s a lovely little girl. I’m just nervous about...stuff.” Remi says curtly. Mika and Trixie could barely understand her thoughts on M’Baku, how would a 4 year old.

Xavier looks at her with puppy dog eyes. “I am nervous too Mama. At school and when I saw Sunny, but then I was happy because they were nice. Sunny is too mama!”

Remi pulls her son in for a hug as chokes up a little. His whole world crumbles so easily, she hated to see him get this way. “X, now calm down so Mama can talk to you. It’s ok to have friends and I’m glad you want to see them. I;m so proud of you for being a big boy and not getting nervous. Ms. Faye told me how good you were today.”

“Yeah?”

Remi nods, pulling him back to face her. “Of course! You’re always a smart little gentleman, don’t forget that.” Remi wipes his tears and grabs a napkin to get at his nose. “And I know Sunny thinks you’re great too. So, since she knows how cool you are and wants to see you, why not go see her.”

Xavier’s face lights up again. “For real?? Are we going to the park again?!”

Remi grabs her phone. “Well, I don’t know exactly but I’ll call her Dad and we’ll see, ok?” Remi gives him half the sandwich she made and a cup of juice and chips. “Sit and eat while I talk. Don’t drink all the juice and eat all the chips before you finish the sandwich.”

Remi walks over the the living room, sitting in her easy chair to scroll to his number. Her heart felt like it skipped just at the sight of his name: M’Baku. Such a good name, took little effort once you got past the hard B, then your lips and tongue just fall in line with a whisper into the last two syllables. It’s been days since their first interaction, would he even remember their interaction, her name?

She shakes her head free of toxic thoughts as best she could or she’d never go for it, and hit Call. This is for Xavier and Jolasun after all, this would have little to do with you and M’Baku if she got her way fully. The phone rang and rang in her ear, with each ring she wondered if calling was too much. Maybe she should’ve texted or maybe go to the park like Xavier said and hope to run into-

“Hello?” M’Baku’s deep, elegant voice bound through the phone to her ear, causing a tingle in her brain.

“Oh, uh hey! This is Remi, uh from the park? You came over to help me with my groceries.”

M’Baku does a low chuckle. “Yes, Remi, I haven’t forgotten you at all. But I thought you had forgotten me.”

His tone dropping into a realm of hurt ego, it made him that much more charismatic. “Well Xavier hasn’t forgotten Jolasun.” Remi says, steering the conversation back on track.

“Tell her I said hi!” Xavier yells from his chair with a mouthful of sandwich.

“....and he says hello.” Remi adds.

“Ahh, I heard. Jola is still napping, but I will relay the message.” M’Baku says very relaxed, as if he is settling in comfortably for an intimate conversation.

An awkward pause of silence fills the conversation as Remi plays with her nails waiting for M’Baku to say something, anything to hopefully make her hang up an say that it can’t happen.

“Was...that all you called for?” M’Baku inquires. She could hear the smile in his voice.

“No. Um, Xavier wanted to see Jolasun so I wanted to coordinate with you and see when you’d be free...basically.”

“Ah, so your son persuaded you.”

“...yea.” Remi adds curtly.

“Am I invited as well?”

“I mean you would want to bring her here I thought, so….in a way...yes?”

M’Baku groans demonstratively, muttering a few things under his breath for dramatic effect. “Well, that is good enough for me. Do you feel like having dinner tomorrow night?” M’Baku asks.

“Uh, I mean I want the kids to spend time together, we’re not going-”

“Remember when I offered to show you an exquisite, nutritious meal that meat and plant eaters alike could enjoy?”

Remi smacked her forehead. As hard as she tried to keep this conversation off of flirtation, she maneuvered herself into a ditch of embarrassment. “Right.”

“Then me and Jola will come by, we can cook as they play, and we will all eat together, eh?”

Remi looks over to Xavier. “That sounds nice, but I really don’t want to be stuck with trash and dishes. Sounds like more work then I want to sign up for.”

“I know how to clean and take trash out. I will bring my own pots, I am particular about my cookware anyway.”

“Oh? Are my pots and pans subpar?” Remi quips.

“I don’t know yet. I’ll have to come see for myself.” M’Baku says. Remi could practically hear his wink.

“Oh God, this is ridiculous.” Remi shakes her head, gripping the bridge of her nose.

“What is ridiculous is passing on a chance for a free meal and company since we all get along so well. The kids have their playdate while we have our-”

“Dinner. A good meal and babysitting, sounds lovely.” Remi says.

M’Baku chuckles again. “Yes, a meal in your beautiful home. And I sincerely cannot wait for it.”

Remi felt herself getting warm. The way he said beautiful, it didn’t feel like he meant the house. She fought herself on wanting to hear that word from his mouth in connection to her instead. “I...know Xavier and Jolasun will have a good time.”

Remi hears shuffles on M’Baku’s end. “I will have to let you go now, lady of the house is stirring. See you on tomorrow!”

Remi smiles, saying goodbye before hanging up her phone and looking off into space for a bit. She gets lost in remembering his features, his stance, matching his expressions with the cadence of his voice over the phone and imagining that wide smile excitedly planning a night with her and Xavier.

“Mama! What he say?” Xavier asks through a mouthful of crackers.

“Chew your food! But they will be coming.”

“YAYYY!!” Xavier pops out of his seat and runs over to his mom, climbing her feet roughly to get in her lap.

“Ouch, boy!” Remi picks him up the rest of the way, laughing to herself as they embrace. Xavier looks into his mother’s face, forehead to forehead, nose to nose.

“What do you say?” Remi quizzes her child, her vision blurred as his features become a Picasso from her eyes crossing to look at him from point blank range.

“Thank you mama!” Xavier’s breath smells like every component of his dinner. She loved making her baby boy happy. It’s not always so easy to do.

The next night, Remi lays out a couples of pots, pans, and various utensils to prepare for the night with M’Baku and Jolasun. He texted earlier in the day to let her know he would be bringing groceries with him so Remi wouldn’t have to worry about having the right stuff, no matter how much she protested against this. Remi still felt off about tonight, like something wasn’t quite copacetic but she reminded herself this was not a date. More like a summer camp and they were the counselors….not horny ones like the movies always depict, that’d be gross…

It had been so long since Remi let a man interested in her inside of her home, she really was not sure how to act. M’Baku could still be just a nice buddy, with little interest in her especially exclusivity.

Remi groans at the tracks her mind went on. She keeps steering into a romance thing! The kitchen was set, so she changed atmosphere, going upstairs to check her face and make sure she was good to go look-wise.

She tried to keep her outfit cute, but not too elementary school teacher-ish. Enough to show her assets, but conservative enough to wear to church. But not too formal to keep up with the kids and there impending messes, just over the line of looking like she cares. She is at her house for this, but some freshening up is necessary for guests.

She takes out a nude lip to touch up as she calls out to Xavier. “X! Come here so I can see you!”

Xavier’s feet stomp rapidly up the hall to stand outside her bathroom. He has on his favorite CoryxKenshin shirt with a little plaid shirt layered over it and canvas pants with his Keds.

Remi beamed. “You are so handsome!”

He looks down at himself, almost going into a headstand as his braids stood up to gravity. “I do?”

“Yes! Of course, always! Are you excited?”

He nods. “Are we going to sing happy birthday with cake?”

Remi laughs as she fills in her brows. “No baby, remember? We aren’t going to do your birthday. This is a regular day with your friend Jolasun.”

The doorbell rang on cue.

“Sunny!” Xavier exclaims racing away.

“Xavier, don’t open that door! I’ll get it!” Remi’s heart rate picks up as she tries to summon the energy of her co-workers to gage as much of the possibilities tonight has to offer as possible. Checking her phone, looks like they are a but early, she thinks as she heads downstairs again.

Xavier is bouncing by the kitchen, ready for an adventure. His smiling face calms Remi effortlessly as she glides in her confident walk across the floor to the door, putting on a genuine smile as she opens the door.

“Hey, Remi! And little man! Look at y’all!”

Remi’s face drops instantly. “Ron?”

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sky-casino · 6 years ago

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Morning After

This is my first time to post a fic in bullet form/style lol. This plot was just an idea that popped up in my head months ago and I went with it and wrote it in bullet format because I’ve been so busy with work and this was the fastest and most convenient way of writing it lmao.

So here’s fuckboi Jaehyun for y’all

Genre: Mild angst, fluff, implied smut Word Count: 2,306

You woke up and noticed that you're in an unfamiliar room.

You tried to remember what transpired last night as you slowly got up from the bed. You recalled that you were at a hotel where your best friend threw her birthday party.

As you were thinking, you saw a bare naked back right next to you. You gasped loudly but immediately covered your mouth in fear of waking up the guy.

You wrapped yourself in a blanket and walked around the bed nervously to see who you slept with the night before.

Your eyes widened to see that it was none other than Jeong Jaehyun.

You quickly but silently picked up your clothes from last night and hurried to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

After 10 minutes, you opened the bathroom door in hopes of leaving Jaehyun as he continued to sleep. You didn't want him to see you.

Unfortunately for you, he was sitting up on the bed rubbing his right eye sleepily as the sun rays shone on his naked upper body. He was angelic.

"Y/N?"

"H-hi." You greeted him. His sleepy voice was the sexiest thing you've ever heard.

"Morning. Wanna have some breakfast?" He asked as he adjusted his eyes with the sunlight.

Now, you're pretty sure that boys don't usually invite the girl they just had a one-night-stand with to breakfast. From what you know, the two parties just go their separate ways the morning after, not making a big deal out of what happened the night before.

"Uhm, sorry but I need to go now."

"Huh? But I'm hungry." Jaehyun insisted with pouty lips that shook your heart a little.

You opened your mouth to try to say something but he cut you off. "I see you've taken a shower already. Were you gonna leave me here all alone, sweetheart?" He asked with a smirk as he walked to you. Your heart beat thumping loudly with each of his steps.

"Let me wash up quickly then let's get some breakfast, okay? Promise you won't leave." He said as tucked some strands behind your left ear

"O-okay. Promise." You complied because how the hell could you say no to that handsome face and those cute dimples?

It only took 5 minutes for Jaehyun to finish. "Sorry to keep you waiting." He said as he quickly put on his shirt and pants. You took note of his cute Captain America boxers that you failed to notice last night.

"I.. I really appreciate the gesture, but I really need to go." You said, which surprised Jaehyun.

"I thought we already agreed that we will have breakfast together? Please. I'm starving. The breakfast buffet is just downstairs. 20 minutes tops then I'll drive you to wherever you want."

"Drive me? Oh, there's absolutely no need-"

Jaehyun got your bag from the spot right next to you in a snap.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll take your bag as my hostage so you can stop trying to get away from me." He smirked.

"Fine. Let's do what you want." You replied in a tone of defeat and annoyance.

Looking at the breakfast buffet options made you realize that you were starving as well.

You and Jaehyun picked the same dishes: sausage, ham, eggs, hash brown, cereals, and fruits.

"So why were you in such a hurry to go home?"

"I have.. some homework."

"You're a bad liar."

"Excuse me?" You asked as you put down your fork, staring intently at Jaehyun.

"You have the same classes with Winwin and I asked him last night if he had any homework this weekend and he said none." Jaehyun crossed his arms and leaned forward on the table, decreasing the gap between you. He flashed the same smirk he's been showing you all morning.

"You're nice but you get pretty cocky." You retorted as you threw the napkin on the table, standing up to leave.

"Okay, wait. I'm sorry." Jaehyun quickly grabbed your left wrist to stop you from leaving. His hand felt warm and soft.

"I'm sorry. My bad." He said with pleading eyes.

You calmed yourself down and sat back down and continued eating.

The rest of the meal was spent in silence.

You were now on the passenger's seat of Jaehyun's car.

"Do you regret it?"

"Sorry what?"

"What we did last night. Do you regret it?" Jaehyun asked seriously, not looking at you and just focusing on the road ahead of him.

You looked at him for half a minute, not knowing what to say.

"No. I.. I'm just surprised and disappointed with myself because I don't usually sleep with just anyone. I don't do that kind of thing. Last night was actually my first time to sleep with someone I'm not in a relationship with." You replied with a voice so weak it was almost a whisper.

"So I'm 'just anyone'." He chuckled.

"No! That's not what I meant."

"I'm just kidding. I understand."

Awkward silence.

"So you do regret it." Jaehyun's voice faltered but he was still smiling. "You were amazing last night, though." He complimented you.

"Oh my god, shut up." You hissed and covered your face out of embarrassment.

"Aww but it's true. You're so cute when you're flustered." Jaehyun chuckled. "Anyway, I don't wanna go home yet. I'm in the mood to roam around and do some shopping and I want you to come with me. My treat. You won't have to spend a single cent." Jaehyun said, smiling adorably at you with the help of his dimples.

"Alright. This is my first non-hectic Saturday in a while. I wanna have some fun."

"Sounds great."

"But first, can we go straight to the department store? I don't feel so nice wearing this sweaty dress from last night."

"Sure. I'm thinking of getting fresh clothes too."

You were supposed to go to the nearest mall but then you spotted a flea market along the way.

"Wanna go there? It looks fun." You proposed.

"Sure." Jaehyun replied as he slowly parked the car near the market.

The market had stalls for clothes, sunglasses, food, drinks, CDs and vinyl records, and artsy stuff. It was heaven.

Jaehyun was already wearing a new shirt while you were still looking at some clothes. Jaehyun suddenly asked you to try on a crop top and a pair of shorts that he picked for you.

"I think these will look good on you. Try them on and let me see."

"And why would I do that?" You protested, trying to mask your reddening cheeks that were caused by the thought of Jaehyun checking you out.

"Because I'm gonna pay for these?"

"I can pay for these myself."

"Yeah but then I have your purse, remember?" Jaehyun retorted as he playfully dangled your purse with a smirk.

"Ugh, fine." You grabbed the clothes from him.

After five minutes, you slowly set aside the curtain of the makeshift fitting room. You were very shy and couldn't look at Jaehyun in the eyes for more than a second, until he said, "You're so gorgeous."

"You're just saying that because you're the one who picked the clothes." You sassed, trying not to make a big deal out of his compliment. You reminded yourself that he's a fuckboy and he's usually like this with girls.

"Let's go and get those paid for."

Now that both of you were in fresh new clothes, you felt better and cleaner. You roamed around the entire flea market and after thirty minutes, decided to sit down under a tree while finishing your watermelon popsicles.

"God, it's so hot!" You exclaimed.

"Sorry." Jae smirked.

You scoffed before replying, "Don't worry, you're not to blame at all."

"For the record, I love how sassy you are."

"Yeah and for the record, you're not the only one who do."

Jaehyun's laugh was interrupted by your phone ringing. It was your friend who celebrated her birthday party last night at the hotel.

"Hey girl."

"Hey, Y/N! Oh my god, I was so worried about you! You suddenly disappeared last night! Where did you go?"

"I'm so sorry about that. I..." You tried to come up with an excuse and Jaehyun was listening.

"I got a little too drunk and decided to take a cab and go home. I wasn't feeling well." You lied and Jaehyun was surprised.

"But are you fine now? Where are you?"

"Yeah, I'm well now. I'm outside at the flea market."

"Are you with someone?"

"No, I'm alone." You lied as you looked at Jaehyun cautiously.

If Jaehyun was surprised by your first lie, he was disappointed and pissed now. He stood up and left you.

You ended your call with your friend abruptly to chase after Jaehyun.

"Hey! Wait!" You yelled as you reached him.

"What? You're alone, right?" He said before walking again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No, you meant it. You lied not only once, but twice. You meant it." Jaehyun was obviously hurt and thinking about how he's been nothing but nice to you since last night, you couldn't help but feel guilt crawling in your skin.

"May I know why? I think I deserve to know why. Answer me." His voice was demanding and he took a step closer to you, making you feel extremely intimidated, borderline scared.

"You want the truth? Fine. Honestly, I don't want to be talked about by the entire school for being one of your victims, for being one of those girls who fell for you and slept with you for one night. I don't like gossips. I don't take part in spreading them and I don't want to be in them. I'm actually living a quiet and normal life. But getting involved with a fuckboy like you might change that and that's why I'm really disappointed with myse-"

"If I stop being a fuckboy, will it solve your problem? Our problem?"

It took you almost half a minute to answer Jaehyun because his question took you off guard.

"Come on, Jaehyun. I'm not a fool and we both know you're not gonna suddenly stop sleeping around with every girl you like just because of me."

"I can and I will."

"What?"

"Don't you get it? Like, really? You don't see it? Feel it?"

"What are you talking ab-"

"I like you! I like you, Y/N. My god, you're so dense!" Jaehyun literally yelled at you before covering his face with his hands, looking so embarrassed and exasperated you couldn't help but feel sorry for your own obliviousness.

"H-how do you expect me to know how you feel? We barely hang out! We have the same circle of friends and share one class but the only time we actually talk is when you ask for my notes."

"Well, I'm sorry that I was... too shy to approach you." Jaehyun stuttered as he looked away from you.

"You? The most popular fuckboy in campus, is too shy to approach someone?" You mocked.

"Yeah! And that's when I knew that I liked you. I.. I don't usually feel nervous or jittery when thinking about someone, let alone when trying to approach them. But then I found myself staring at you during class. And those notes? I don't really need them because my friends have their own that I can borrow. But I purposely borrow yours just so I can talk to you, even just for a minute."

You couldn't fully absorb what Jaehyun was rambling about.

"So if you were too shy to approach me, how did we end up sleeping together last night?"

"You really forgot everything, huh? Some guy was hitting on you while you were drunk and, not to to make it sound like I was your knight in shining armor, but I definitely was. I told him you were with me and that I'd knock him out if he continues pestering you."

"So you're saying you saved me?"

"Yep. And when we were left alone by the douchebag, you started.. flirting with me." Jaehyun said with a sheepish smirk.

"I.. what?!" You asked with wide eyes. "I don't believe you. Nope. I refuse." You crossed your arms.

"You can refuse all you want but I'll never forget it." This intrigued you more.

"Why? What.. what did I do, exactly?"

"You thanked me and got so close to my face while squishing my cheeks. Then you started praising my looks while holding my face with both of your hands, saying that I'm the most handsome guy you've ever seen and you love looking at my face every chance you get."

You still couldn't remember clearly but Jaehyun was indeed the most handsome guy you've ever laid eyes on, so you thought that what he's saying might be true.

"W-well..."

"You're not gonna deny it?" Jae asked excitedly.

"It's true that you're the most gorgeous man I've ever seen, yes. But the rest of the night is still a blur to me."

"Well, I can tell you all about it in detail. Or we can just do it again." He teased you.

"Stop that!" You smacked his arm.

"I'm just kidding!"

"Jokes are half-meant."

"Exactly. But in all seriousness Y/N, just tell me what I should do so you can give me a chance. I'm serious about this, about you."

"Did you really mean it when you said you'll stop being a fuckboy?"

"I do."

"Alright. Court me properly for three months. That means no sleeping around during that entire period. Are you up for it?"

"Honey, I haven't been sleeping around since I realized how I feel for you. And that's the past month and a half. Adding three more is not a problem." He smirked.

"Good. Now let's eat, I'm starving." You said as you pulled his hand.

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“Run-In” - Part 7

Genre: Angst and Graphic Content with a tiny bit of Smut

Word Count: 12,974

A/N: Good Evening fellow readers. I hope you all have or had a good day. As promised, here’s another chapter which I know y’all will love. But let me say this first… Please take care of yourselves. Be safe during and after the holidays and just enjoy life. You all have so much to look forward to, aka “Your best days are yet to come.” So with that being said, Happy Readings! ^^

You groan at the bright lit room shining through your eyelids. You and Yoongi had a very long night and you were exhausted, not to mention your body was sore. He came home and tried to have sex but you were too tired to move but what does he do? Yoongi kept to his word. He pulled the covers off of your body and crawled between your legs, eating you out until your throat was hurt from screaming too loud. Maybe it was a good thing that his neighbors lived further away. To get back at him, you denied Yoongi from cumming, not once but twice when you sucked him off. And boy was he mad. Yoongi fucked you so hard, you thought he could potentially break something but you never came so hard in your life. You didn't think you were able to cum anymore but Yoongi proved you wrong when he fucked you again. And he fucked you all over his bedroom, even in his walk-in closet and against the large window. The only witness to your lovemaking was the moon, or anyone with binoculars.

You moved your arm across the bed, hoping it would hit his body but it didn't. The other side of the bed was empty. Your eyes popped open and looking over at his side confirmed your thoughts. You sat up on your legs, letting the covers slide off of your naked body as you stretched. The smell of a hot breakfast filled your nostrils. As you turned your head, your eyes locked with Yoongi's chef who had just entered the room carrying a big tray in his hands. You shrieked, pulling the comforter over your body. He was equally embarrassed, turning his head and closing his eyes.

"I'm terribly sorry, Miss. Mr. Min had asked me to cook breakfast for you. You were sound asleep so I was going to leave it for when you wake."

You tried to straighten out your appearance the best you could before you spoke. "I'm the one that should be sorry. I should have put on clothes before bed."

"No worries. I'll just leave this here and be on my way." He sat the tray down at the end of the bed before going to the door.

"I meant to tell you last night that dinner was delicious." You started trying to ease the awkwardness in the room. The chef chuckled.

"Hopefully you will enjoy your breakfast as well. Have a good day."

He walked out shutting the door behind him, leaving you alone in the bedroom. You fell back on the mattress embarrassed but sat back up when your stomach growled from hunger. You crawled over to the tray and lifted one of the tops. Presented before you was a gourmet breakfast. You had stacks of pancakes surrounded by strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries. The two smaller plates had strips of bacon and sausage and eggs. You took a sip of orange juice before contemplating what to eat first.

~~~

You fell onto your back feeling quite full. You would have continued eating if you had more room to store it but you were stuffed like a pig. Moving your arm around the bed, you felt for your phone. You found it buried under the blanket and pulled it out to check the time. It was almost nine o'clock and if you went to work during the morning shifts, you had a good chance of leaving early.

You jumped up about to search for Yoongi when you realized that you didn't have anything to wear. He had ripped your shirt and you didn't have any idea of where your pants were. You also didn't want to ignite an argument dragging his bed sheet across the floor so you went to his closet. Pulling down one of his many white button-up shirts, you put it on and partially buttoned it up. You exited out of the bedroom and slowly walked down the stairs, trying not to make any noise. You peeked into the living room but he wasn't there either. If Yoongi had left you in his home like he did the night before, you were going to be pissed. In fact, you were still a little upset about it but you two were too busy to talk about what had happened last night.

You turn to head towards the dining room when you ran into someone. You jumped from fright, almost tripping on yourself but he caught you. When you were stable on your feet, he let you go. He was very tall for an older man and he was wearing all black. If you had to guess, he was in his late fifties. His dark eyes stared at you, scanning over your body before looking you in your face. You didn't see any kindness behind his eyes, only darkness. It gave you the creeps but you didn't say anything about it. Instead, he cleared his throat to speak.

"Is there anything I can get for you, Miss?"

"I-I was just looking for Yoongi. Is he still here?"

"Mr. Yoongi is in a meeting so I'm afraid you can't go any further."

"Oh..." you said disappointedly, looking around.

"Was there anything else?"

You looked back at him and his stone cold appearance was unmoved by your hesitancy. "May I ask who you are?"

"I will not give my name but I am known as Mr. Yoongi's butler. I have been looking out for him since he was a kid as a favor for his father."

You didn't bother telling him who you were for a couple reasons. One being that you didn't think he cared. Two, you assumed he thought of you as some slut for the night, seeing how Yoongi only brought Mina to his home. Three, he has given you the cold shoulder for some time now and you would rather leave his presence than to engage in further conversation.

"Well, I will be leaving as soon as I find my pants. I left them in the kitchen." You were too embarrassed to even admit that. Yoongi undressed you there. You didn't even want to know what his chef thought when he found your entire outfit, undergarments included, on the kitchen floor.

"I will find them for you just wait right here." He stated before walking away.

Not one to follow the rules, you decided to see for yourself what Yoongi was doing. Every time he was in a meeting, the door was closed so you never got to see him in his business state before. Just witnessed his attitude before and after. You slowly crept towards the dining room, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. Peeking around the corner, you spotted Yoongi seated at the table facing you. The man and woman he was meeting with were facing him and had their backs towards you. Your eyes glanced back over to Yoongi. He wasn't dressed in his usual business attire, just a large plain long sleeve white shirt and black pants. Even his hair was a bit messy. Seeing that he was in his own house, you guessed that he could dress how he wanted for business meetings.

You couldn't hear what was being said because they were talking low but whatever it was; Yoongi nodded his head in agreement. You groaned to yourself. You didn't think there was any other way that he could be more attractive but there it was. He was so sexy while he worked and not only that, occasionally, he'd lick his lips. Falling back against the wall, your eyes rolled shut momentarily thinking about how great his tongue made you feel. If you weren't so sore, you might have engaged in a little foreplay before work. You were so caught up in daydreaming that you almost didn't hear his guests getting up to leave. You scurried around the corner, hiding in the living room. His butler escorted them out before returning back to what to he was doing. You took this as your chance to make your move.

Yoongi sighed, stretching in his seat. He leaned his head back, rubbing his face with both hands. He wouldn't have had this meeting if it wasn't so urgent. But he did it as a favor for his father. They were supposed to meet with him but since his parents were out of town, he didn't have any choice. Yoongi moved his hands but his eyes remained closed. It wasn't until he felt a pair of lips on his neck that he remembered you were there.

"You know, sneaking up on me could result in killing you." He spoke but he still didn't open his eyes.

"I couldn't help it. You looked so sexy." You admitted to him.

Yoongi chuckled, pulling your body forward so he could bite your neck. You squealed from surprise resulting in a laugh from the both of you. He guided you around so you could straddle his legs, his hands resting at your hips.

"Did you enjoy your breakfast?" He asked examining your body. You nodded your head.

"It was really good but I would have much rather shared my breakfast in bed with you." Yoongi was about to kiss your lips but stopped.

"Is this my shirt?!"

You giggled. "Well I didn't have anything to wear and I'm sure you wouldn't want me walking around here naked." You felt his dick harden under you.

"That may not be a bad idea." His deep voice mumbled as his eyes scanned over your body. You only had used a few buttons to cover yourself and his hands immediately went to work unbuttoning them until your naked body was exposed to him.

"Yoongi," you whined. "I have to work today."

"I'll be quick, I promise."

He lifted you onto to table, laying you on your back. All the paperwork from his previous meeting was crushed under your body. Yoongi leaned forward, spreading your body with his own. His hands locked yours above your head, as his body crushed yours against the table. He nibbled at your neck, grinding his clothed cock against your heat. You were almost certain that if he moved away, there would be a wet spot on his pants. You moaned at the feeling, turning your head to allow him better access to your neck. Yoongi used one hand to hold you down while his other hand traced down your body until he found what he was looking for between your legs. His middle finger entered you with no problem, making you release a small moan. Your back arch into his chest and just as quick as his finger was inside you, it was gone. Yoongi stared deep into your eyes and he brought his finger up to his lips, sucking it clean. If you weren't wet before, you were definitely dripping now. He kissed your lips grinding his bulged into you harder. You moaned into his mouth, rotating your hips so you could feel more of him. Yoongi broke the kiss resting his head on your chest.

"Fuck, y/n... what are you doing to me?" Those words made your heart leap but before you could answer, an extra voice echoed the room.

"Min Yoongi! How was last night?" Namjoon shouted as he entered the room. He spotted the position the two of you were in and realized he interrupted something. "Still going, I see." He stated with a smirk. Yoongi went to shield your body as much as he could from Namjoon's view. He kept you close to his chest, pulling you up until you were standing on your feet. He went to stand in front of you while you buttoned back up his shirt.

"Why don't you ever announce when you are about to come into a room?" Yoongi asked annoyed.

"I didn't think I had to. I figured you two got it all out of your systems last night." He replied with a shrug.

"Obviously we didn't!"

"Yeah, I can see that..." Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows.

"What's going on? What's with all the yelling? Hoseok asked as he entered the dining room.

"HOSEOK!" You screamed from behind Yoongi. You quickly ran to him embracing him tightly. The men all exchanged glances. They were surprised by your sudden excitement. "Yoongi told me what happened and I'm so happy that you are okay!"

You felt the tears come to your eyes but you pushed them back. After a while, his arms came around to hold you.

"Of course I'm okay. It will take more than a lousy bomb to kill me." He stated proudly. Namjoon cleared his throat.

"Now I feel left out. You almost fucked Yoongi on the table, you just threw yourself at Hoseok, but you haven't said one word to me." You smiled bashfully as you walked over to Namjoon.

"I'm sorry, Joonie. That was rude of me."

You stood on your tippy toes to reach for his neck, making the shirt rise a little. He leaned down to scoop you up in his arms. His arms wrapped around you tightly making the shirt rise even more. Yoongi's eyes dropped, Hoseok leaned to the side to get a better look, and Namjoon peeked over your shoulder, smiling to himself knowing what he had just done. All three of them had the perfect view of your bare ass from different angles.

"That's enough!" Yoongi yelled, irritatingly. He marched over and snatched you away from Namjoon, pulling you out of the dining room with him. "Fucking Namjoon."

You could hear both him and Hoseok dying from laughter. You could still hear them from upstairs, but that was before Yoongi slammed his bedroom door shut.

~~~

You sighed to yourself as you laid your head back against the worn out leather interior of the taxi. After an interesting morning, you were on your way to work. Shortly after the two of you escaped to Yoongi's bedroom, his butler knocked on the door informing you that your clothes were in the trash. Since you were already wearing his shirt, you went into his closet and borrowed a pair of pants, although he wasn't happy about it. While his friends waited back at his house, Yoongi offered to take you to work to get your car but you refused, asking him to take you home. You were afraid people would see you two together but it seemed as though he didn't care who notice. Before you left his side, you and Yoongi had made plans to see each other that night. He was going to pick you up from work like he did the night before. It felt weird. It felt like you two were dating but wasn't official.

You immediately went to take a shower the moment you had made it home. You examined your body in the mirror trying to figure out where you needed to cover up his love marks. Making yourself look presentable for work, you called for a cab and headed to work. You were in a good mood when you entered the store. Getting right to work on your daily tasks before helping out any customers. The place was so busy that you were on your feet constantly, running back and forth. So busy that you almost failed to miss the cold stares from your supervisor. You put it out of your mind while you assisted people around the store.

~~~~~

On his way back home, Yoongi got a call on his phone. He listened carefully before making a detour and heading to an unknown location. When he pulled up, he could see Mina dining at a restaurant with a man. She smiled and playfully played with his hand while they ate. Yoongi could feel his blood boiling at the sight. He gotten out of the car and stormed inside. When he reached the table, he grabbed the guy and pulled him out of the booth.

"Get lost!" Yoongi said angrily.

The man, who was clearly frightened, quickly left without another word. Yoongi took a seat in his place and Mina was not happy. She huffed, crossing her arms in front of her.

"You've got some nerve, Yoongi!"

"That's right! I've got a lot of nerves and you just seem to get on every one." He countered. Mina scoffed, grabbing her things to leave but Yoongi grabbed her arm, forcing her to sit back down. "I said we were going to talk and that's exactly what we're going to do. Right now!"

"Too bad! Because I have nothing to say to you! You might as well go back to your whore. I mean, that's what a 'doll' is, right? Someone you can fuck and bend at your will. Is that what excites you, Yoongi? A girl who has nothing going for herself, a girl who has nothing to offer but her pussy for anyone to use."

Yoongi just stared at her before he spoke. "What do you want from me, Mina?"

"What?" She asked, surprised. She expected him to yell back at her and they argue like they usually do. But what worried her was that he was calm.

"Just what I asked... what do you want from me?"

"I want-"

"Do I not make you happy when we are together?"

"Yes but-"

"Then what is the problem?" Mina didn't say anything. "Five years... we were together five years. I never cheated, never missed an anniversary, anything you wanted; you got. I gave you everything I had to offer but at the end of the day, you chose to leave me. I've asked you to come back over and over, yet you refused. Now that someone else has entered the picture, you want to act childish. You think that I haven't noticed that you've been out with different guys? You even show up to my club, dancing on any man that shows you attention."

"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU NEVER SHOWED ME ANY! Goddammit, Yoongi! I feel like a child begging for your attention! I know I broke up with you but I was only waiting for you to give me the attention I deserve. I didn't think you would move on without me and it hurts!"

Yoongi's eyes darkened. "What attention haven't I showed you? Whenever you call, I come running no matter what time it is. We aren't even together and I still take you out and invite you over to spend time with my family. What more do you want from me, Mina?" He gotten up and walked around to her side of the booth, pulling her out. He shook her shoulders as he looked into her eyes. "What do you fucking want from me?!"

Tears pour down Mina's face. "Nothing... nothing Yoongi. I hope you're happy. That's all that matters."

Yoongi let her go and Mina tried her best to wipe away her tears but they kept falling. She was so heartbroken and she wished that she could go and take it all back. If she knew losing Yoongi would hurt this much then she would have never broken up with him in the first place. This was a decision she was starting to deeply regret. She stopped crying when she felt a warm hand on her cheek. She looked up and found Yoongi staring at her. Mina could tell that his cold and mean demeanor was gone. Only the Yoongi that she fell in love with was there.

Yoongi was worried about whether or not Mina would be okay. It hurt him to see her crying like that but he knew that if he wasn't seeing you, Mina would still be content with the breakup. He knew that he couldn't hold on to both women forever and when the time came, decide who will remain by his side. Mina sniffed and wiped her face. Seeing a complete change in his attitude made her realized that his feelings for her were still there. She figured that he was going through some kind of phase and things would eventually return to the way they were. But for now, it still didn't stop the ache in her chest.

~~~~~

It was in the early afternoon when the crowd in the store started to die down. You had gone back to sorting out the dresses and putting them back where they belonged. The bell on the door dinged and you looked up to see who had entered. Mina stood there looking like a mess. She wasn't wearing any makeup, her hair was undone, and her overall appearance made her look terrible. This was the first time you had seen her look this way. She was always dressed so elegantly when she came into the store. You remembered that Yoongi said that her place was broken into. You thought, maybe, that could that be the reason she looked so down. You walked over to comfort her.

"Mina? Are you okay?"

She shook her head. "No but maybe a few clothes will make me feel better. I'm having a crappy day."

"What's wrong?"

"Just mourning the loss of a relationship," she sniffed. "Yoongi and I are... are... taking a long break. He wants to have fun with this girl and I'm going to let him. I'm sure once he is done with his fun, we will get back together. But it just hurts..."

You had a hard time swallowing the lump in your throat. 'Feeling like shit' was an understatement. You felt lower than dirt. Every time Mina had entered the store, she poured her heart out to you about her relationship with Yoongi. You were very supportive until you realized who she was talking about. Yoongi made have not wanted Mina to know but the guilt was eating you inside. She deserved to know.

"I'm so sorry. I-"

"Let's not talk about it anymore. Yoongi's just going through a phase right now but I'm still going to be there for him. This is just a break in our story." She tried to smile through tears.

All you could do was nod. The remainder of the time, you helped her try on different dresses as well as a variety of outfits. Slowly but surely, she was returning back to her old self while you were feeling more upset. As you were ringing up her items, you debated with yourself over the consequences of her finding out the truth.

"Thanks for being there, listening me to talk about Yoongi all the time." Mina spoke, cutting through your thoughts.

"It's no problem." You lied. It was a problem. This entire situation was a problem. And you needed to get your emotions in order. When Yoongi left you to help Mina, you were jealous and hurt, but now that she is crying about him seeing someone else, you are sympathetic and felt bad for her. You pushed back tears as you handed her several garment bags full of clothes. Mina offered you a reassuring smile and walked to the door. Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest as your adrenaline started to pick up.

"I'm going on my break." You said to your supervisor, not caring if she heard you or not. You sprinted to the door after her. "Hey Mina, wait up!"

~~~

"So what did you want to talk about?"

You looked up at Mina unsure of what exactly to say. Ten minutes ago, you had ran after her, letting her know that you needed to tell her something and offered to take her to lunch. But now that you two were seated at the sandwich shop down the street, you didn't know now to put it into words. You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat a bit.

"Umm... well... I umm." You were seconds away from getting cold feet and leaving but Mina wasn't having it.

"Out with it, y/n!" She giggled. "You're making me a little nervous. Did you sell me the wrong dress or something?" You shook your head. This was more serious than selling her the wrong dress. You close your eyes and sigh before speaking again.

"First off, I want to apologize to you because I feel awful. You came to the shop and opened up about your problems... I didn't know it was him at first... I should have let you known sooner but-"

"Wait! Slow down, y/n! I don't know what you're talking about. Just go slow, okay?" You watched as she took a sip of her drink, her eyes staring back at you.

"All those times when we talked about dating and sex. I didn't realize we were talking about the same guy until he showed up to the shop to pick you up. I really didn't know and I was upset because of that. But recently we made up and I don't know if it is getting serious but I thought you should know because it's bothering me to see you upset." Mina face contorted into confusion then settled in a serious expression.

"What are you telling me?"

"... that I am the girl Yoongi is seeing."

It was quiet between the two of you. Your head was down and you were actually scared of the look on her face. It would hurt you to see her break completely down right in front of you. Mina stared at you until she burst into laughter.

"You?" She held her chest as she continued to giggle to herself. "You're joking, right?" You shook your head, holding a somewhat confused look on your face. She shook her head before taking another sip of her beverage. When her laughter died down and her she had taken a good swallow of her drink, her eyes settled on you. You could see and feel the fire behind her dark brown orbs. "How long has this been going on?"

"A few months-"

"Months?!" Her voice rose. "You mean to tell me that you've been fucking my boyfriend for months and you pick today to tell me?!" You looked around and noticed everyone's attention was on you and Mina.

"I know it looks bad but I didn't know he was the same guy you had been talking about. That day when you introduced me to him, was the day I found out it was Yoongi."

"After everything I told you, you betray me like this?! I can't believe I even trusted a single word that came out of your mouth! I guess me telling you about him wasn't enough, you wanted to experience it for yourself. And congrats! You have him whipped for the moment because he is only thinking with his dick. I assure you when Yoongi starts using his brain, you will be history. Let's just be honest, if you weren't fucking him so good, he wouldn't even look your way. You have nothing going for yourself but that crappy job, where you befriend women just to sleep with their men. You have no idea what kind of man Yoongi really is-"

"Yes I do." You interrupted. "I know more than you think."

Mina scoffed. "Really? And how is that when he has your legs wrapped your head every time you're with him? I bet you really don't know anything about him. His hobbies, his likes and dislikes, or even his parent's name. At least I knew that much before I fucked him." You felt the tears fill your eyes. It wasn't like you could tell her the full circumstances of you and Yoongi's relationship. She would just pick apart your story and find more evidence that Yoongi doesn't care about you. She was right. You didn't know anything about him. But now that you two had grown closer, this was your time to find out more.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry that you feel so hostile towards me but I just wanted you to know. When I found out it was Yoongi, we had a talk and he assured me that you two weren't together."

"Wow! You sound just like the "other woman". Men will say anything to get their dicks wet. Excuse me for thinking you were smarter than that. The next time you get involved with a taken man, go to the girlfriend. You might end up looking less stupid. But let me clarify something. We may have been broken up, but his heart is mine. We have been together for years and that's years of 'love' that you can't erase. Don't you remember all the times I had told you how he loves and cherish me? Yoongi is very devoted to me. Hell! I practically own that man and I will stand by him no matter what. Like I said before, we are taking a break from our fairytale but we will be back and stronger than before. You're just a phase and eventually will get worn out. I mean, that's what happens to 'dolls', they get played out." Mina stated as she stood to leave. "Have fun while it last... And I'm sure it won't be lasting very long."

You watched her walk out of the small diner and in the direction of her car. You noticed that everyone tried not to stare directly at you. Some of them pitied you while others just had plain disgust on their face. The waiter, who had served the two of you when you came in, already had your check waiting in his hand.

"I take it you won't be having lunch." He spoke.

You shook your head and paid for the drinks. As you walked out, a car pulled up so fast that it surprised you. The passenger window rolled down and you could see your father behind the wheel.

"Dad?! What are you doing here?"

"Did you just have lunch?" He asked, slowing the car down to a stop. You shook your head.

"No, I just had gotten something to drink."

"Get in. We'll go for lunch."

You climbed inside and soon both of you were seated at a cafe not far from the police station. You weren't really in the mood to eat but you didn't want your father to worry so you order and sandwich and with fries. You waited for him to place his order, trying to remember the last time you two had father-daughter time.

"So how's work?" Your father asked.

"It's going good, dad. Not much thrills in retail sales but it help pay the bills." The waiter brought your drinks and you took a sip before speaking. "How's it going at the station?"

"Besides the usual, everything is fine. Although people are still shaken up of the murders of precinct 21. Your mother hasn't stop fussing since." You tried to offer him a reassuring smile.

"I'm sure you will find whoever that is responsible. You're the best police chief I know. Criminals can only hide out in the city for long before they are caught."

You father nodded his head in approval. "Speaking of which, that thug Min, has been keeping a low profile lately. Please be careful. I know you leave work late on some nights. And who knows what that monster is plotting. After his mother was attacked, both of his parents left town and I hate to think of what he has up his sleeve..."

You couldn't even fully pay attention to what your father was saying. The moment he brought up Yoongi's parents, Mina's words replayed in your head about you not knowing who he really was. You didn't know his mother was attacked but you could bet money that she did. You figured that she was probably very close with his family and friends while only Namjoon and Hoseok knew of your existence.

"By the way," your father's voice interrupted your thoughts. "I wasn't aware that you knew Min Yoongi's girlfriend."

You looked up at him and his eyes were staring right back at you. Now was the time to choose your words very carefully. The last thing you needed was your father finding out the true nature of you and Mina's conversation.

"Yeah, she comes to the store to shop for dresses all the time. I liked her style so much that I invited her out lunch to talk fashion. But I didn't know she was involved with Yoon-- I mean, Min Yoongi."

"They are very much involved with each other and I would like it if you stayed away from her too. Anyone who is associated with that criminal is bad news."

"Dad, I'm sure I am old enough to pick and choose who to hang out with. I'm sure Mina isn't involved in what's going on with him. She seems more self-driven if you ask me."

"Clearly you aren't old enough. You still navigate with naive ways of thinking. Just because she doesn't show it on the surface, doesn't mean she is an angel when you're not around either. People will show you what they want you to see, hid what they don't. She could be doing his 'business' out of that clothing store and the last thing I need is for Min to get close to my family."

"Dad, I'm not saying this because I don't think you're a good judge of character, but not everyone I meet is a criminal-"

"Y/n! Enough! Stay away from her and definitely stay away from him if he decides to come around."

"Is this why you wanted to have lunch? To control me like I'm still a child?"

"In my eyes, you ARE still a child! You make child-like decisions that aren't the best for you. Even when I allow you to date, you dump Jinyoung just so you can try to run off with a guy that doesn't know his own brain from dog shit!"

You stared at your father as the waiter placed both plates of food on the table. The tension was thick between the two of you. You looked away first, feeling the tears come back to your eyes. You refuse to cry in front of your father. He already thought you were a baby and crying would only prove his point. So the remainder of lunch, you both ate in silence. You tried to eat what you could but the more you forcefully shove food down your throat, the more you wanted to puke. This was how the talks between you and your father went, which was why you moved out to be on your own. But he would still try to control your every move. Who you talk to, who you dated, even where lived. If you could, you would have moved to the other side of the world to escape. All you wanted what was a close relationship with your father, where you could depend on him for anything. Instead, he was stuck as the 'night and shining armor' from your childhood, shielding you away from life lessons that were meant to help you grow.

"I gotta get back to work, dad." You mumbled as you got up, not giving him enough time to response back. You were already out of the door and on your way back to work. Once again you tried to push back the tears as you walked down the street. After all the good days you've been having, you were bound to have a bad day sooner or later. You just didn't think it would be like this. You felt your tough exterior start to break and you felt more weaker.

Ten minutes later, you were walking through the door of your job. The store was empty besides a few people inside shopping. You clocked back in and went to tidy up the store. You picked up the stack of dresses only to sit them back down when your supervisor called you.

"Yes?"

"I need to have a word with you." She stated, walking over to a secluded part of the store. You followed her over there and waited for her to speak.

"You've been working here for a little over a year. We had our moments but I thought we were close enough to tell each other stuff."

"I don't understand what you mean." You asked confused, wondering what she was getting at. The two of you were never "that" close but simply shared a couple of conversations to past the time.

"I want to know why didn't you tell me that you were seeing Min Yoongi? I saw you two last night when he came to get you. You know how Mina feels about him. She is deeply heartbroken."

You close your eyes and sighed to yourself. First Mina and then your dad. The last thing you needed was your supervisor commenting on your life. She did enough when she suspended you from work because it's what Yoongi had wanted. She had sided with him and now, siding with Mina even though she has known you longer.

"Thank you for your concern but I already had a talk with Mina and what goes on between Yoongi and I is nobody's business but ours. Before, when I expressed my feelings about him, not only did you pushed me off to the side and ignore me, but you suspended me. You can't play the fence and try to be my supervisor and friend. It's not healthy for the shop."

She just stared at you. "Since you care so much about what's good for the store, you can close and lock it up." She stated smartly, crossing her arms and walking away.

You took a deep breath, trying to hold it all in. "You could do this, y/n. Just a couple more hours." You coached yourself.

You went back to work, becoming further distance from the world. You focused on the tiniest bit of detail as you went along. Anything to keep away your tears. It was almost like a blur. Time was just passing you by. You didn't even notice it was time to lock up until your supervisor said something. Everyone else was gone for the night.

"Make sure this place is cleaned for tomorrow. I don't want to see one piece of clothing out of place when I come back."

"What should I do with the key? Tomorrow is my day off."

"Hold on to the key until you get back. I have a spare."

She walked out the door, leaving you alone in the store. As you began the task of cleaning up, you received a message on your phone.

9:05pm- The Big Asshole: Are you ready?

You stared at the screen and sniffed, putting your phone back in your pants pocket. Picking up the nearest dress, you went to put it back in its place.

~~~

It was around ten o'clock when you were locking up the door. Dresses and clothes were scattered all over the store. It took some time putting them back in order. Shoes were unorganized and you still needed to remove all the money from the registers and place them in the back office. You had found a couple items that weren’t sold in the boutique and thought of them as lost items. They went to the back office too, just in case someone came back looking for them.

You sighed to yourself, placing the key in your bag. When you turned around, Yoongi was waiting right there, just like he was the day before. All the talks and all the emotions from earlier came flooding into your mind. Your father's and Mina's voice played over in your head. You walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which was different from your usual kiss on the lips. Right away, Yoongi could tell something was wrong. You haven't said a word to him and avoided eye contact. He watched you walk around to the passenger side of the car and climb in. Without saying a word either, he climb into the driver's seat, started the car, and pulled off. Yoongi look back and forth between you and the road. He watched you silently as you stared out of the window. Your head rested in your palm as your eyes scanned over the scenery. The drive wasn't long and before you knew it, you were already at his house.

You both climbed out of the car and up the stairs to the door. All you were looking forward to was the laying down in bed. You didn't have any energy for anything else.

"Are you hungry?" Yoongi asked, hoping that you would warm up after you had eaten.

You shook your head. "Not really. I'm just a little tired, that's all."

Yoongi nodded his head and walked towards the kitchen. A part of you felt bad but you also knew that if you didn't say anything, it could be a potential argument later for letting good food go bad. A few minutes later, Yoongi emerged and took you upstairs to his bedroom. You thought he was mad because he didn't say anything else; he just walked into his closet. But when he came out, he was rolling up his sleeves and he was barefoot. You watched him curiously as he walked into his bathroom, seconds later you heard running water. He came out and stood in front of you, holding out his hand to you. You looked around, not sure of what he wanted but since your purse was the only thing you had, you gave it to him. Yoongi put it in his closet before coming back to you.

"Undress."

"You know, Yoongi, I'm not really in the mood-"

"I'm not asking... undress." He interrupted.

You slowly undressed but you couldn't have been moving fast enough for him because he started to help you. Once naked, Yoongi led you into his bathroom and over to his enormous tub. He helped you climb in and once the water hit your body, your eyes closed. The currents and movement of the water were already relaxing your limbs. You didn't realize you were so tense until you were in the water. Humming to complete satisfaction, you missed how another body had gotten into the water with you. When you opened your eyes, Yoongi's body was halfway out of the water, leaning over to cut off the still running water. You watched as the drips of water drizzled down and off of his chiseled upper body.

He settled back into the water and motioned you over. You laid with your back to his chest, letting the jets massage water over your skin. Yoongi wrapped his arms around you and you felt him kissed the back of your head. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and shut your eyes. Before you knew it, you had drifted off to sleep. In your dream, you were laying in bed with Yoongi. He was asleep and everything seemed okay until you heard a commotion outside his home. People were rioting because of the relationship and destroying the house. You tried to get up but you were chained to him. You tried to move and wake him but his eyes remained closed. His body felt cold and heavy and that scared you. The angry people outside managed to find their way in and soon they were banging on the bedroom door. The moment it was open, an unknown person pulled out a gun and shot you in the head, killing you.

Your eyes slowly opened and you realized you were still in the tub, wrapped in his arms. You weren't sure how long you were sleep or what time it was but you more than ready to get up.

"Yoongi? I'm ready to get out."

You felt him move behind you and sat up. You watched as his dripping wet naked body climbed out. Looking at your pruned shaped fingers made you realize that you were in the water longer than you had thought. You weren't even sure if Yoongi had fallen asleep or not. After wrapping a bath towel around his waist, he held one open for you. You stood and wrapped it around your body, stepping out of the tub. Yoongi took your hand lead you back into the bedroom. He walked into his closet while you took a seat on the edge of his bed. This time when he came out, he was topless, and was wearing black pajama pants. The towel he was just wearing, was hanging from his neck. He handed you the matching black shirt before walking out of the room.

You removed the towel, drying off the rest of your body before putting on the top. His larger size made the shirt stop at your mid thighs. You walked into his bathroom, placing the damp towel on the sink. Walking back to the bed, you pulled back the large thick blanket and climbed under. You sighed, getting comfortable on the mattress. Yoongi had entered the room carrying a tray in his hands.

"Here."

"What is it?" You asked, leaning up on one elbow trying to see what it was.

"It's food. Now take it."

"Yoongi, I told you that I wasn't hung-"

"Y/n, I'm not letting your ass go to bed without something in your stomach. Now eat." Yoongi stated in a tone that let you know there was no room for argument. If you didn't eat, you didn't sleep.

You sat up in bed and he put the tray down in front of you. On it was a bowl of vegetable soup with a small salad on the side and a glass of ice water. You looked up at Yoongi who was staring back at you, waiting on you to take a bite. You felt like a kid that avoided eating green vegetables and their parent stood by watching them eat every last bit. Picking up the spoon, you stirred the soup around before bring the utensil to your lips. Once Yoongi saw that you had begun eating, he nodded in approval and left the room.

You slowly slurped the soup, eating the small chunks of mixed veggies. It tasted delicious and you feel yourself getting hungry for more. As you lifted the spoon to your mouth, you heard the ringing of your phone. You had forgotten it was in your purse which was now in his closet. The more you listened to the ringtone, the more you realized who was calling. That specific ringer alerted you when your dad was calling. You didn't feel like getting up to get it and wondered why he was calling you. Your heart sunk in your chest at the thought of him realizing where you might be. You froze in place as the phone stopped ringing and your voicemail melody played.

Once again, you had lost your appetite. Your thoughts took control as you stared out of the large window at the moon and night sky in a daze.

"Excuse me?" You jumped at the sound of a man's voice. Standing in the doorway, was Yoongi's chef. "I'm sorry for startling you. I was just coming to collect your dishes. Are you finished with your dinner?"

"Oh." You pushed the tray forward, making sure not to spill anything. "Yes, I am done."

The chef came closer to the bed, grabbing the entire tray. A look of confusion flashed on his face as he saw that you had barely touched the food.

"Miss? Was there something wrong with the meal?"

"Oh no. The soup was very good. It's just... it's just that I had a long day and I'm not really feeling that great. But the food is delicious. Thank you."

The chef smiled and nodded. As he walked to the door, he offered a few words.

"No need to thank me. Tonight's dinner was prepared by Mr. Min, himself."

And with that, he walked out of the room.

~~~~~

Yoongi walked downstairs to his office. He took a seat in the chair behind the desk, leaning his head back towards the ceiling. He sighed and his eyes slowly closed as he settled into his seat. It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door.

"Yes?" He asked, not moving an inch. The door opened and in walked his butler. Yoongi lowered his head to look at the older man.

"If you don't need anything else, I will be leaving for the night. I will be back in the morning."

"No, I'll be okay." The butler turned to leave but once he neared the door, he turned back around. Yoongi had gone back to the position he was in with his head tossed back.

"Mr. Yoongi, I have known your father for twenty-two years and known you since you were five. I have never questioned his actions or yours, until recently." This time Yoongi sat up straight in the chair and stared at him. "Are you sure you know what you are doing? She is the daughter of the police chief. Can she even be trusted?"

"If I find out that she cannot, then I will deal with the consequences. I am well aware of how this looks and what could happen. Nothing has changed even though she is around. Information about my business or meetings is kept a secret and is not shared with outsiders. Now if anyone is wonder why I keep her around, that's my business and doesn't concern them."

His butler nodded. "Of course. Have a goodnight." He said as he walked away. He did trust Yoongi. It was you that he didn't trust.

~~~~~

It wasn't long before Yoongi had entered the bedroom. You were already in bed and under the covers. He cut off the lights, rendering the room to darkness but the moonlight still lit was able to shine inside. Although your back was to him, you felt and heard every movement. He pulled back the blanket and climbed into bed for the night. You lied there, getting use to his presence next to you. Just like before, it felt as though you were in an actual relationship and you were in your boyfriend's bed with him right beside you. But you knew that type of fairy tale didn't exist in your world and as much as you wanted to be happy, you couldn't. Everything felt so right but wrong at the same time and what you were told earlier was still bothering you a great deal. You not knowing who Yoongi really was and to stay away from him and anyone he was associated with. Before you met him, you hated the thought of him. What kind of man didn't have a problem with ruining good men, destroying families, and killing innocent people including children? Even after you first met him, you hated his guts even more. You believed him when he told you countless times how you meant nothing to him. The way he treated you was proof of that. But now, here you were lying in his bed, at his home.

You knew the only reason why their words were hurting you so much was because you really loved Yoongi and were afraid that he may not feel the same way. The thought of losing him scared you much more than your family finding out. Did that make you a fool? This relationship didn't just affect you and Yoongi but also the lives of the people you both knew and even the people you didn't. The look on your family's face if they found out would be beyond hurt and shame. But what could you do? You were too involved to turn back now. If it came down to it, would you be able to choose between your family and your love for Yoongi?

You turned over on your other side to face him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing peacefully. His dark hair, slightly parted and shielding away his forehead.

"Yoongi?..." you whispered to him.”Are you awake?"

You waited but there was no answer. He didn't move or make one sound. Turning back around, you became lost in your thoughts again. You wanted to talk to Yoongi and get his opinion on the relationship but it was too late. He was asleep for the night and you knew you weren't going to be able to ask him in the morning because he would be gone for the day with work.

"Let's just be honest, if you weren't fucking him so good, he wouldn't even look your way." Mina's voice replaying in your head, cutting through your thoughts.

"You mean NOTHING to me! NOTHING! I only want you for one thing and if you didn't feel so good wrapped around me, I definitely wouldn't be here!" You could hear Yoongi's own voice saying the same thing. Your eyes began to water.

"In my eyes, you ARE still a child! You make child-like decisions that aren't the best for you." Your father's voice yelled at you. You shut your eyes and covered your ears trying to shut out all three voices.

You cried silently to yourself. Finally, all the tears that you held in all day were released. You never felt so broken before and was so confused on what you wanted and what you should do. But there was nothing more you could do. In order for this to work, it was Yoongi's turn to open up. But what scared you was that there was a chance that he might not. He has had plenty of chances to try to get to know you but he didn't take them. He hasn't so far, why would he open up now? Did he really see you as a sex toy and nothing else?

You sniffed and cried even harder, wetting up the pillowcase. You felt as though you were drowning in your tears and your thoughts were eating you alive. There was no way out and today open up your eyes to the horrid truth. This was a dangerous game you both were playing. Did Yoongi know? Did he even care?

You stopped crying and stilled your movements when you felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you back into a warm body. Yoongi was sleep but the sounds of light crying cut through his dreams. His heart was pounding as he raced in his dream-state, in a panic, trying to find who it was, only to wake up and discover it was you. Something was wrong and even he could feel it. From the time he picked you up until now, you were becoming distance from him. He was certain something must have happened within the day to make you feel this way. Everything was fine when he dropped you off this morning. There would be time for answers later but right now, all that mattered was seeing if you were okay.

Yoongi held you tightly, kissing the back of your head. Your body seemed to relax at this new position. Your arm laid on top of his and your fingers intertwined with his. He moved closer to whisper in your ear.

"Stop crying. Whatever it is, we will be okay. Don't do this to yourself."

Just hearing the reassurance in his voice made you feel better. You sniffed and nodded your head to his words, letting him know that you understood. You turned over to face him and your eyes looked into his. Yoongi could see how glossy yours were from the light of the moon. He kissed your lips and pulled you into his chest. You could hear his rapid heartbeat returning to normal. You smiled and closed your eyes, letting a final tear roll down your face.

"I wish you didn't have to go tomorrow." You mumbled before drifting off.

Yoongi didn't say anything, he just held you tight until he knew you were in a deep sleep. Now he was wide awake. This was the first time in a long time that he had actually gotten some rest. Usually he would stay up thinking about work but now he was up thinking of what could have happened to you today. He'd seen you cry before but this was different. It looked as though you were on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He wasn't sure how long he had been lost in thought but the ringing of his phone cut through his thinking.

Yoongi quickly answered before the noise could wake you. "Min."

"Yoongi! We found him!" Namjoon yelled into the phone. "We got the snitch bastard."

"You did?!" Yoongi shouted excitedly, looking down at you as you shifted in your sleep. He moved slowly and quietly so he wouldn't wake you and walked out of the room. "Bring him over."

~~~

Yoongi was dressed in all black, pacing his foyer when a black truck pulled up. He watched as Namjoon, Hoseok, and his other two men grabbed a man from the trunk. His head was covered with a cloth and his arms and legs were bound. The men drug him into the mansion, passed Yoongi, through the house, and into his basement. Yoongi followed behind, closing the door behind him once he walked inside the basement. He stood aside and watched as they secured the man to a chair. He had already completed the task of covering everything in plastic. The last thing he needed was brain matter and other pieces of this man on anything in his home.

Yoongi's heartbeat increased with excitement. He had been looking for this guy for months. A man that used to work for him had easily switched sides and became a snitch for the police. Giving away his plans for different deals and meetings. He had lost enough money due to the police busting in on each one, arresting his men for the crime. Now, he wouldn't have to worry about that any more. The man responsible was just a few feet away. Yoongi smirked to himself. He had planned out just what he wanted to happen and had his man take extra steps so the police could never find where he had disappeared to.

Yoongi walked up to the man, snatching the cover from his head. The man blinked his eyes until they focused on Yoongi. The same cold and evil stare he remembered was still there. The man knew that it was over just by looking at him. If he was smart, he would have off himself before they had caught him. He was a deadman anyway. At least he would have gone out on his terms and not the vicious Yoongi's. Yoongi smiled to himself before slowly pacing back and forth in front of the man.

"You were a hard guy to track down but I guess not hard enough now that we found you." He stated confidently. The man mumbled behind the tape covering his mouth. Yoongi grabbed the end of it and ripped it off of his face, listening as the man shouted in pain. "Trust me, that isn't nearly as bad as what I have in store from you."

"Yoongi... Mr. Min... I apologize for everything. The police tortured that information out of me. Please! You gotta believe me!"

Yoongi stood directly in front of him. "You want me to believe that you didn't go to the police and give away secret information at will but that they forced it out of you? Let me guess, they forced you on the run as well, huh?"

"I was scared to come back! I knew I fucked up and that you would never forgive me."

"Now you're a psychic..." Yoongi replied smartly. "What am I thinking now?"

The man closed his mouth. He didn't know what else to say. Yoongi was a difficult man to bullshit, he saw through lies.

"Let me tell you why your excuse is shit to me." Yoongi spoke up. "I have lost many men to the police. Some of them jailed or killed on the spot but not one of them released any information about what goes on around here when they were tortured. You must have been special."

The man hung his head. "Just kill me and get it over with."

Yoongi grabbed the man's hair, forcing him to look up as he held a piece of paper in his face. "Death will come to you in due time but first. You will pay for every dollar that I had lost."

The man's eyes zeroed in on the small black letters. A number amount of three hundred and fifty thousand dollars stood out to him. "You're going to kill me over three hundred and fifty thousand dollars?!" He yelled out in anger. Yoongi just shrugged.

"That's the amount you decided your life was worth. I didn't, you did. But if I had to lose that much in exchange for your life, then I guess you're right. I didn't lose much at all. You can just think of your death as insurance. With you gone, I won't have to worry about losing another dime."

Yoongi picked up a large pair of cutters, placing the man's pinky toe between the blades and chopping it off. He screamed out in pain, his blood leaking from the hole. Yoongi moved to the next toe and the next toe until the man's foot was a bloody toeless nub.

"I'm sure you remember the children's nursery rhyme, 'This Little Piggy'? Why don't you sing it as I work on your other foot?" Yoongi teased with a chuckle. "I'll think of something you could sing when I chop off your fingers."

The man yelled out as a last effort to get someone to come to his rescue but nobody came. The man hung his head in defeat. When he lifted his head, Yoongi was smirking down at him.

“Nice... but I bet my actions can make you scream even louder.”

He continued to chop off his toes before moving to his fingers. When he was done, he poured alcohol over each wound. The burning pain was too much for the man as he was seconds from passing out. Yoongi took the time cut off pieces of the man. From his ears and nose down to plucking out each of his teeth. Before he knew it, Yoongi had completely dissected the man, who must have died halfway through because he stopped responding. All off his organs were removed and his body was rolled up into the plastic and tossed out.

“Since he was such a dog for the police, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind receiving parts of him back. I want pieces of him sent to each of the officers he opened his filthy mouth to.”

Yoongi left his basement and went back to his room where you peacefully slept. He showered, making sure to get rid of the blood and the smell of blood on his body. He dressed for bed and climbed in next to you, holding your body the remainder of the night.

~~~~~

You slowly awoke to the sun shining into the room. Your eyes adjusting to the bright light. You found yourself positioned on your back with the comforter covering half of your body. Looking at the other side of the bed, your found Yoongi still asleep. He was lying on his back too with one arm thrown across his abdomen and his head facing your direction. You watched him as his chest slowly rose and fell. You wanted to reach out and touch him but you also didn't want to wake him. Remembering the events from a couple hours before, made you smile. You were feeling much better after Yoongi was there for you. Even though you still weren't sure about where this relationship was going, it felt good to have him on your side. You slowly gotten out of bed and walked into the bathroom. After successfully emptying your bladder and washing your hands and face, you found a new toothbrush in the bathroom cabinet and proceeded to brush your teeth. When you were done, you made sure Yoongi was still asleep before exiting the room. Even when you were sure he couldn't hear you, you still tip-toed around the house. Once you made it to the kitchen, you began the task of searching for food to cook him for breakfast. It was the least you could do after what happened. If you hurried, he might be able to eat before he left for the day.

You were able to find eggs, bacon, and sausages, but you had trouble finding the rest. His kitchen was so big. You were busy searching cabinets that you didn't hear someone enter the kitchen with you. You practically jumped from fright when you turned around and spotted his chef staring at you confused.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I promise I'm not doing this on purpose." He spoke.

"That's okay. I was just trying to cook breakfast for Yoongi. You know, after he prepared my dinner last night. I thought it would be good if I returned the favor."

He nodded, walking over to a cabinet that had the seasoning bottles, and another that had flour and other ingredients for making breakfast. Going back to the refrigerator, he pulled out onions, bell peppers, and mushrooms.

"Looks like you were having trouble. Mind if I help?"

You giggled. "The more the merrier."

The both of you laughed and talked while making the food until Yoongi's butler entered the room and changed the atmosphere. He stared at you with disgust and spoke only to the chef, even though you could answer the question as well. He stayed around, watching the two of you cook. There were times when he only engaged in conversation with the chef but you didn't care. You were feeling better and after the comfort you received from Yoongi, you felt as though you were wearing an even stronger armor. So it didn't matter what anyone said or thought, as long you weren't fighting this alone, you could handle anything that came your way.

"You know, people would be friendlier towards you if you'd smiled more." You stated to him.

"And why would I want that?"

"For example, we are making breakfast for Yoongi. If you were a bit nicer, some of it could be for you too. And I'm sure you're hungry, otherwise you wouldn't be in the kitchen. But too bad I'm not in sharing mood where I want to make breakfast for strangers. I guess you'll have to wait until lunch to eat."

The butler narrowed his eyes at you before leaving the room. You turned back towards the chef who had his hand up ready to give you a high-five. You giggled as you slapped his hand.

"That will show him. You really know how to handle yourself." The chef stated.

"Thank you."

You focused back on the meal and when you done, you placed everything on the tray and steadily walked out of the kitchen. Your eyes were staring at the food that you almost ran into the butler. He stared down at you, that unfriendly look still on his face.

"You're lucky that I'm in a good mood this morning otherwise I'd hold true to my word," you said walking around him. "Your breakfast is in the kitchen."

You carefully walked up the stairs but as you came to the bedroom door, you heard Yoongi's voice. You were certain that nobody was in the room with him so that meant he was on the phone.

"It's just for today and I'm sure you two can handle everything. I'll be back first thing tomorrow morning." When you did enough eavesdropping, you enter the room alerting Yoongi of your presence. "If you need anything, just give me a call." He said before ending the call.

You sat the tray down on the bed in front of him.

"What's this?"

"Well, I wanted to present you 'breakfast in bed' and cook you something after you did the same for me last night."

Yoongi nodded and began to eat, offering you food as well. You walked into his closet and retrieved your phone. Coming back to the bed, you laid on your stomach, checking your messages as Yoongi ate. You purposely ignored the voicemail left by your father. You didn't want anything negative he had to say, ruin your day.

"So what did you want to do today?" He asked, wiping his mouth with the napkin.

"I don't know. Whatever we have time for before you have to leave."

"I'm not leaving."

You looked up at him confused. "What? I don't understand."

"I took the day off. No work, no calls, no meetings. But it's just for today."

You sat up on your knees. You didn't think it was humanly possible for him to do such a thing. Being a stone-cold crime leader was his life and nobody came in between that, not even Mina. "Yoongi? Did you do that for me?"

"No I did it because I wanted to spend the day with my chef and butler." He stated sarcastically, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

You could barely contain your excitement as you tackled him. "Yay!"

"Hey!" He yelled, unable to hold you up. The both of you fell over the side of the bed, taking the tray of dishes with you.

~~~

You stared at the moon as your head was rested on Yoongi's chest, listening to his heartbeat. His hand played in your hair before coming to rest on your waist. Since meeting him, today was the best day that you've had with him. You couldn't ask for anything better.

After cleaning up the mess from breakfast, the two of you laid around on the bed talking. At first, Yoongi was against the idea but he figured it had something to do with why you were crying so he let you asked whatever questions you wanted.

"How did you become a gangster?" He contorted his face, confused as to why you wanted to know. But when he looked down at you, your eyes were already on him. He could see the curiosity behind him and decided to suck up his ego and answer the question.

"It's a family business. My brother and I took after my father the way he did with his father before him. Growing up, it was something I always wanted to do, to be just like him."

You smiled. "That's one thing we have in common. I have a brother, too, but I'm sure you knew that. Even though he tries to act like my dad, but I still love him." Yoongi didn't smile and you felt his mood darken. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"I had a brother." He stated as he got up to look out of the large window.

"What do you mean?"

"He was killed a couple months ago." Your heart dropped. You honestly didn't know and couldn't imagine anyone killing Matthew.

"Who... Who killed him?" You asked timidly. You were almost too afraid to ask. Yoongi turned away from the window to look at you.

"I don't know. But when I find out, he's dead and everyone he knows and loves will join him."

You lowered your head, fidgeting with the sheets. He was upset and had a right to be so you couldn't exactly tell him that what he planned on doing was wrong. You knew what kind of man Yoongi was. He was the same man that held a gun to your face just for calling him an asshole. Yoongi could sense a change in your mood and didn't want the day to start off this way. He walked over to the bed and lifted your head up with his hand. He brought his face to yours and gently kissed your lips.

"Let's changed the subject, y/n. Come on, ask me something else. Anything you want."

You smiled and began unloaded all the other questions you were dying to get off your chest. You were like a kid in a candy store. The questions you had for months were finally being answered. You were learning so much about Yoongi and that made you happy beyond belief. You even shared a few facts about yourself. That moment told you that he did care about you more than everyone thinks. You had even explained to him the real reason behind your tears last night.

"Next time, just talk to me instead of crying. I can guarantee that Mina was just saying that because she can't handle the fact that you are around. Now, I'm not sure of your father intentions except for he is trying to keep the image of you as his 'innocent little girl' forever. But I'll be completely honest and say that I would be hurt if my daughter was in love with a police officer. Knowing the type of work I do and the trouble she could get into. That would be the only thing me and your father would have in common."

"Aww Yoongi!... who would have known?! 'Crime boss and police chief share a common bond'." You laughed and joked but Yoongi didn't find it amusing. He got up and left the room leaving you to chase after him. It was a difficult task when you were still dying from laughter.

Lunch was served outside on the patio. You skinny-dipped in his pool while he watched you from his patio couch. Yoongi had gotten a call from Namjoon and had to answer it and when he was done, he joined you in the cool water. Because you didn't have anything to wear, Yoongi drove you home to grab a few things before coming back to his house. It was like you were moving in. You now had clothes at his house. That night, you both ate an amazing candle lit dinner prepared by his chef and when you were done, the two of you showered and were now relaxing in his bed. It was refreshing that not once that day, you two had sex. The time spent was getting to know each other on a personal level besides physical.

Yoongi forgot that he occasionally needed to take a break away from the business in order to recollect himself and his thoughts. He couldn't remember a time when he just relaxed at home or even slept in. He really appreciated today and now he was ready to return to work.

"Hey," he spoke; the vibrations of his voice got your attention. You lifted your head to look at him. "I just realized that we never had 'our' date. How about next weekend, I take you out on our first official date."

You smiled leaning up to kiss him. "I love that idea. Thank you, Yoongi."

You laid your head back on his chest until his heartbeat put you to sleep.

~~~~~

The week had come and gone and the day has finally come. Yoongi stood in his bathroom mirror fixing his shirt and blazer on his body. He styled his hair according and was putting his Rolex on his wrist. He smiled at the thought of what you were going to wear. All week you were joking about showing up to dinner in a nun outfit as a joke. This night was important to him and he hoped you would take it more seriously.

As he surveyed his appearance in the mirror, Namjoon came to the bathroom, knocking on the open door to let Yoongi know he was there.

"Yoongi, I need you to come with me."

"What is it about? I have to leave soon, reservations are in an hour." He stated, still staring at his reflection.

Namjoon swallowed as he scratched his head, unable to say what it was. "You need to see this for yourself."

Yoongi finally stopped what he was doing and looked in Namjoon's direction. "This better be good, I still have to pick up y/n."

He followed Namjoon out of the room, down the stair, and into his office. Yoongi stood while Namjoon took a seat at his desk. He clicked a file on the computer screen and a video projected onto his television. Yoongi stood by unmoved, waiting on him to start the video.

It depicted the day Frankie was sent to kill that cop. Everything showed what Frankie had said happened. An unknown figure hid behind garbage cans then ran when he was distracted. Namjoon clicked on another file that showed a different camera angle of the figure running and hiding behind a dumpster. Yoongi walked closer to the television as Namjoon replayed the video and made it a little clearer. After watching the footage a second time, Yoongi's eyes widen. The person that witnessed the murder of a crooked cop was you.

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