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lenacosse · 1 year ago

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False god

pairing; jake peralta x reader

word count; 2,500

cw; smut, arguing

summary; reader gets extremely insecure and jealous, instead of talking it through her and jake argue which leads to fucking.

a/n: im backkkk. so sorry for the lack of posting for the last two months, ive been so preoccupied but i hope to get properly back now. also omg try not to make a post about a ts song mission= failed. can’t resist.

‘and you can’t talk to me when i’m like this

daring you to leave me just so i can try and scare you

you’re the west village

you still do it for me, babe.’

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Your relationship with Jake wasn’t perfect, although to the eye of many that wasn’t obvious. You seemed utterly head over heels, and whilst that was the truth you, like any other couple had problems. But to the extent was not normal, most couples talk it out, that’s never been your method. The problem was Jake’s friendliness, before you got together you loved that about him, it was after all how you got together. You loved how he would talk to everyone, you loved how he made people laugh, but now that you sit in a crowded restaurant gritting your teeth watching your boyfriend make the waitress laugh, he told a joke, a joke first told to you, your gaze was fixated on him, the crease by his eyes as he laughed, the nod of his head as she spoke, but worst of all the prolonged eye contact they held and how her eyes glistened as they done so.

Swiftly you finished your wine, you cleared your throat and the waitress turned to you. You nodded your head to the empty glass, right away she excused herself with the glass to get you another.

“She’s lovely,” you grinned, the sarcasm seeping through your words.

“It’s the Peralta charm, she couldn’t help laugh at my joke,” Jake teased, resuming his meal. You near scoffed at the audacity of him, deep down you knew he was being harmless- a mere joke, but you couldn’t help the insecurity inside of you get the better of your mind. You and Jake have been together for two years, the longest you’ve both been with someone, your biggest fear is that Jake will get bored of you, so interactions like this had your mind running wild- reaching to the worst possible scenarios.

For the rest of your meal you were barely listening to Jake enthuse about his week at work, he talked about his perps, his drug busts and the banter within the precinct. Instead you were in your head, imagining the end of your relationship, more specifically Jake leaving you for someone much prettier and funnier. He’s never not been loyal, he’s never given you an reason to feel this way, yet you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t turn off your self sabotaging mind and that was a slow undeniable killer.

“Are you okay?” Jake said, snapping you back to reality, concern written over his face, his eyes gentle and comforting.

“I’m fine.” You replied. “Just tired.” You couldn’t shake the coldness of your words. Jake reached over the table to grab your hand, you sighed and moved your hand away, feeling too indifferent to talk about it. You could see the disappointment building in his eyes.

“Let’s go then.” Jake said as he stood up grabbing his jacket and pushing his chair in, you paid the bill and got into his car.

A deafening silence fell over you both for the first few minutes of the car ride, you didn’t know what to say, you were worried that if you started to talk you would end up fighting. The car stopped at the red light, you found your eyes wondering over to Jake, one hand on the wheel the other tapping on the dashboard as he starred out the window, his eyebrows were knitted together in a frustrated manner and his body was tense. He glanced at you and instantly your eyes hardened.

“What did I do to upset you this much?” Jake asked, his voice firm.

“Nothing.” You mumbled looking down at your lap.

“Then why are you acting like this? I don’t understand the night started great now you’re distant. Do you not like me anymore or something?”

The emotion in his voice had you heart aching, you couldn’t understand why your mind done this to you, from a rational perspective the interaction was harmless- maybe enough for you to sulk over, but not to this extent and you knew that. You nervously picked at you nails as you replied.

“Of course I do Jake- you know I love you. But it’s just..” you sighed, “I don’t know.”

He turned to look at you now, “just what?”

“You’re too friendly! That’s the problem.”

“Too friendly? What does that even mean?!” He laughed, you looked at him and instantly filled with rage.

“Don’t be stupid Jake. Don’t do that, you were flirting with that fucking waitress.”

The light went green and Jake drove again, his eyes were focused on the road as he spoke. “Flirting? Seriously. This again.” He sighed, “I’m not flirting with anyone.”

“Oh,” you scoffed, “it’s so fucking obvious! The fuck me eyes she was sending you, you’re not blind Jake anyone could have sensed it.”

“You’re seeing things. Seriously, tell me why would I do that?”

“That’s what I’m asking you!!”

“Maybe for once it’s not me, it’s you. You are the one causing the problem here not me.”

“As I recall you were the one flirting!” You fumed.

“Flirting or simply talking? Should I just stay away from all woman from now on?”

“You’re infuriating right now. Just fucking apologise.”

“For what?!” Jake raised his voice, “I didn’t do anything. I made me waitress laugh, you’re acting as if I asked for her number.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if you did.” You muttered.

“Really? You think I’d cheat on you.” Jake said as he parked the car outside his apartment complex.

You got out of the car slamming the door after you and Jake followed behind you. “Well would you?”

He punched in the code to open the complex door, you stood with your arms crossed walking with him. “What kind of question is that? Obviously not.”

You pressed the elevator button and stood beside him, arms crossed again and your body stiff with anger. “That’s not what I picked up on looking at you and that woman.”

“Y/N. I did not flirt with her. Get that idea out of your head.” Jake groaned, clearly becoming increasingly frustrated with you.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t have that idea if you weren’t so fucking friendly!” You practically shouted. Your face flushed red with embarrassment as a couple walked out of the elevator, by the looks of your face you could tell they heard everything. The man gave Jake a sympathetic look which made you roll your eyes, his girlfriend elbowed him in response to that.

Jake walked into the elevator, you followed and pressed the floor number. “I don’t want to have this stupid conversation anymore. I didn’t flirt with her! And I’m not too friendly, there’s no such thing.”

“Oh yes there is. You are a prime example,” you scoffed as the elevator doors closed.

“You want to know what’s exhausting? This. I’m sick of you being so insecure.”

“Then break up with me.”

“What? No. Are you insane?”

“Go on. Do it. I know you want to, do it Jake break up with me.”

“I’d be crazy to break up with you.” Jake moved closer to you.

“I think you want to.” You starred into his eyes, deep down you’d be distraught if he broke up with you. But the thrill of keeping him on his toes outweighed that.

He grabbed your arm pull you closer to him. “Don’t say anything like that again. Ever.”

Your face flushed hearing him being so assertive, when Jake got this way you could swoon. You smirked and looked up at him. “Why? Does it bother you?”

“Everything you’re doing right now is bothering me,” he got even closer to you, your chest was pushed up against his front. “Trying to scare me off?”

“Is it working?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, you could feel Jake’s breath on your face, furthering the heat rising to your face.

“No.” Jake responded. He pushed you against the elevator mirror, your back hitting the rail. His hands firmly gripped your hips, sure enough to leave a bruise, your breath quickened as he lowered his head and smashed his lips to yours.

You got caught up in an intense moment, your hands went to his hair, pulling him closer as your leg rose to wrap around his waist. You were pushed right up against the mirror as you shared a hungry make out, his tongue fought and won dominance as it explored your mouth. One of his hands moved from your waist and hiked up your thigh and skirt. His finger edged to your panties, and started to slowly circle your clit. You gasped at the sudden pleasure, breaking the kiss. Jake kissed your neck however quickly stopped and moved away once the elevator door opened. You tried to fix yourself up and walk normally to his door, you impatiently waited as Jake opened the door, you could’ve swore he was being slow to tempt you. You walked in first, wasting no time you grabbed his tie, a rare thing to see Jake in and pulled him to you.

His hands met your waist, he smirked. “Eager?”

“Shut up.” You replied.

As you kiss Jake backs you into his room, pulling down your top to reveal your bra and down onto his bed. Using his tie again you pull him on top of you, you remove his tie and make a start at unbuttoning his shirt. His lips meet your neck as he marks you, his hand travels down your body resting in between your legs, he moved your underwear aside and shoves two fingers inside of you. You cry out at the abrupt movement but quickly it turns to an override of pleasure, Jake moves from your neck and watches your face as he roughly fucks you with his fingers, curling them to hit that perfect spot, as if that wasn’t enough he circles his thumb on your clit. The pleasure making your legs shake and vision blur, the sounds coming from your mouth were incoherent, your whole body was trembling in pleasure. The pleasure continuing to build you knew you were close, you felt yourself ignite and be overcome with pleasure but just as you were about to finish he pulled his fingers out.

“Jake-” you whined but was quickly stopped by his fingers going into your mouth. You sucked his fingers, you couldn’t help but heat up at the taste of yourself on his finger. Jake removed his fingers and kissed you hungrily, his hand moving to your breast and rolling your nipple in between his finger over your lacy bra. You pull his shirt off and break the kiss, to mark his collarbone.

“Marking territory?” Jake teased as his hand slipped under your and effortlessly undone your bra. As you pulled your head back he removed your top and bra.

“Seems as if I have to.” You scoffed, Jake grabbed your jaw.

“As I’ve said before I’d never cheat on you.”

You rolled your eyes in response, he let go of your jaw and moved to your ear. “We’re not leaving this bed until you realise it.”

His voice was enough to make you squeeze your thighs together but the words spoken had you stifling a moan. Jake kissed down your neck, you arched your back pushing your body up onto him, desperate for pleasure. You grab his hand and bring it in between your thighs, hoping for pleasure from him.

“What do you want?” Jake asks, his eyes bearing into yours.

“You.” You responded, biting your lip. You could see it in his eyes, he was tempted to take you right there but resisted, much to your dismay.

“Be more specific,” he slowly moved his finger to brush against your clit, you hissed at the sensation.

“I want you to make me cum with your fingers. Then,” you moved your hand into his hair, tugging. “I want you to fuck me.”

“So demanding. Not even a please?”

“Are you going to or not?” You raised an eyebrow, Jake smirked and inserted two fingers into you.

You senses once again filled with pleasure from Jake roughly moving his fingers, you moaned his name feeling the pleasure override you. Your legs trembled as using his thumb he rubbed your clit. A continuous thread of moans left your mouth as you came undone, you vision whitened as you released, your body going into a state of utter bliss. Jake removed his fingers and took your skirt off, your hands made quick work of removing his belt and trousers. You watched eagerly as his cock sprung out with the removal of his boxers.

You moved your hand down to slowly stroke him, he softly groaned in response. You then wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders as he slid into you, your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you adjusted to him. Right away Jake began to pound into you, one of his hands held your thigh as the other gripped the headboard making him completely tower over you, you watched his face contorted in pleasure. The room filled with the sound of your bodies joining together and your lustful moans, you knew trying to conceal them wouldn’t work, so you let it happen, not that anyone would complain Jake loved the sound of your moans. Jake fucked you like he’s never done before you wouldnt’ve been surprised if your bodies left a permanent dent into the mattress, that was only furthered when he moved your legs to rest over his shoulders allowing him to go deeper. Your mind became numb with pleasure, the only thing you could focus on was the immense pressure between your thighs.

Jake pushed your chin up to look at him, your eyes were pricking with tears as you got closure to release. “Believe me now?”

“Not quite.” You moaned.

This only fuelled Jake more to the point where the bed was slamming against the wall and tears of pleasure were streaming down your face, you felt the pleasure override you.

“So close.” You moaned.

“Cum for me,” Jake said, his voice dripping with pleasure, that itself sent you over edge.

The euphoric sensation washed over you yet again, your vision blurred as your entire body shook, never had you felt this way before. Jake continued, cashing his own release as you slowly came down from that high, however it wasn’t long until you felt it building up again. Jakes movements got strained as he got closer, again you came and white hot pleasure overcame you. Jake came inside you, moaning into your ear. Slowly he pulled out and lay beside you. You both starred at the ceiling, catching your breath. He turned to you and tucked your hair behind your ear, you couldn’t help the smile that creeped onto your face as you turned to face him too.

“Believe me now?” Jake teased, stroking your cheek.

“I always did I was just in my head, totally worth it though,”

“Totally worth it though; title of your sex tape.”

“Jake.” You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him.

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wildflowersandvibranium · 11 days ago

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Say That Again

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral!Reader

Summary: A quiet change in Bucky’s behavior turns into a painful truth: he’s losing his hearing. As he battles the weight of this new reality, you stay beside him learning, adapting, and loving him in every unspoken way.

Word Count: 2k ish

Warmings/Tags: Angsty parts but also fluff. Friends to Lovers <3

Bucky gets injured on mission , mentions of blood , injury , hydra , non graphic torture , hearing loss/hard of hearing , kissing , sign language , brief buckys sad feelings i think thats itttttt

if I missed anything let me know!

Authors Note: the love ive been getting recenlty is making my heart explode!!! i do plan on making series and or just multipart stories but i just get so much inspiration i have to make them into one shots! i have 2 more fully written fics after this im posting soon enjoyyyyy bbys

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The first time you noticed something was off, you were curled up next to Bucky on the avengers compound’s massive sectional couch, a bowl of popcorn between you and a rom com flashing across the screen.

He laughed a full five seconds after the joke, and when you glanced sideways, he just gave you a sheepish grin and reached for more popcorn popping it in his mouth.

You didn’t think much of it.

The second time, he didn’t hear you call his name. Not even once—though you’d said it twice, standing barely a few feet away in the kitchen.

“Bucky?” you tried again, louder, eyebrows knitting.

He turned finally, blinking like he was just waking from a dream. “Huh? sorry , say that again?”

You frowned a little, but again, brushed it off as you repeated what you were saying.

But then it kept happening.

He’d respond with a puzzled “what?” or “huh?” more and more often, even in conversations with the others.

You’d walk into the room and he’d be blasting the TV at full volume, like an old man stubbornly refusing to admit age was catching up with him.

You started paying attention now.

At breakfast one morning, Sam made a snarky comment across the table.

Bucky blinked, half-smiled, and clearly didn’t catch a word. You saw it in the way his jaw tensed as he nodded like he understood. He didn’t but he was trying. That was the third or fourth time in a single day.

Later that evening, you caught him in the common area with the subtitles on.

You still didn’t mention it.

Not yet.

Not until the next afternoon, when you walked into the lounge to find him sitting with Steve and Natasha—both of them trying to tell him something.

Bucky was nodding along, squinting looking at their lips, clearly trying to fill in the blanks.

You watched him struggle.

That was it.

That little squeeze of your heart and a voice inside you saying: He’s not okay.

You waited until later, when the two of you were alone in the training room, stretching after sparring.

You leaned back on your hands, catching your breath, watching as he wiped the sweat from his brow with a rag.

“Hey,” you started gently, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” He wasn’t looking at you.

“Have you noticed your hearing’s been a little… off?”

He tensed instantly. The towel paused mid-motion, pressed against his jaw. “What?”

Your brow furrowed.

He saw it. Dropped the towel. “You think I can’t hear?”

“I didn’t say that.” You stood up and walked over, meeting his eyes. “But… I think something might be wrong, Buck. You haven’t been hearing people. You crank the TV with subtitles. You’re always saying ‘what’ or ‘huh.’ I think maybe you should see Bruce.”

Bucky looked away sharply, metal fingers curling around the towel like it had insulted him.

“Buck.”

“It’s fine,” he muttered.

“No, it’s not. If it was fine, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

That got him.

He didn’t yell. He didn’t stomp away. He just stood there, chest rising and falling heavily, like the truth of it had been chasing him for months and had finally caught up.

He didn't want hydra to win again , to take another thing from him, especially something like his hearing.

“Just let Bruce take a look,” you whispered. “Please.”

His jaw ticked. “You’ll come with me?”

“Of course , I will.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Bruce was gentle, as always. Precise. Kind.

“Looks like it’s a slow, progressive hearing loss,” he said after several scans and an awkward hour of testing, during which you held Bucky’s hand the whole time. “Could be from the trauma, the cryo stasis, the missions… unfortunately even the serum can’t undo all the damage hydra put on your body.”

Bucky stared down at the floor.

“But you’re not alone,” Bruce added carefully. “We can work on accommodations. Sign language. Tech. Fit for hearing aids eventually, if you want.”

Bucky still didn’t say anything.

You squeezed his hand. “We’ll figure it out , Buck. Together.”

He looked at you then, and there was something unspeakably raw in his eyes. He nodded once, slow and resigned.

Bruce gave you both some space, and after the door shut, you turned to Bucky on the medbed, brushing his hair from his face.

“You okay?”

He shook his head. “I’m so tired.”

“I know.”

“I feel like… I just got used to being normal again. After everything with HYDRA. The nightmares. The triggers. And now this.”

Your heart splintered. You pressed your palm to his cheek. “It doesn’t make you any less, Buck.”

“Maybe not to you.”

“To anyone. But especially to me.”

His eyes searched yours for something, but whatever he saw made him look away.

He nodded again, and when he stood, you laced your fingers with his—no words needed.

That night, you did your own research. And then you marched to Clint Barton’s room the next morning with determination in your eyes and no time to waste.

“Teach us,” you said. “Please.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Clint was happy to help.

He brought over old training books, videos, and little flashcards.

He joked through it, but he was thoughtful and careful with both of you, making sure to encourage you and especially Bucky when he got frustrated.

At first, Bucky resisted. He said you didn’t have to do it.

“You’re not the one losing your hearing,” he’d grumble, furrowing his brows as he fumbled a basic phrase.

But you just smiled. “No, but I am your best friend.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

From there, it became your thing.

It started slow—just fingerspelling, little greetings. “Hi” and “bye.” Then names.

Then more complex things.

When Bucky left for missions, you’d sign from the jet: Bye, Buck.

He’d sign back: Bye, Doll.

Sometimes in the kitchen, when everyone was talking over each other, he’d glance at you and sign: You okay?

You’d answer with a smile and a soft: I’m always okay with you.

Touch, too, became everything.

His hand brushing yours when you handed him a plate.

Your pinky wrapping around his thumb while walking side-by-side. The back of his fingers tracing your wrist when the compound was loud and the voices too fast.

You understood it better than anyone—he heard you best when you touched him.

Neither of you had said how you felt yet, not really. But you were sure your fingers had already told his.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You woke up to the sound of FRIDAY’s voice, soft but urgent.

“The team is back. Medical emergency in the hangar. Sergeant Barnes has been injured.”

Your blood turned to ice.

You threw the covers off so fast your foot tangled in them and hit the ground running, still in your sleep shirt, heart hammering louder than your footsteps down the compound hallway.

He was back.

But hurt.

Please not bad. Please not bad. Please.

By the time you reached the landing pad, the quinjet had already arrived. The back doors were open. A team of medics was running down the ramp with a gurney , and Bucky was on it.

“No….no, no—” you gasped, pushing through the crowd. “BUCKY!”

He didn’t respond.

There was blood.

His entire side was wrapped, stained deep crimson red.

His face was too pale, eyes closed, lips slightly parted like he was in mid-breath.

Steve caught your shoulders before you could throw yourself on the gurney. “Y/N, hey , listen to me ,he saved them. There was an explosion. Civilians. He dragged them out before the whole roof came down.”

Your throat tightened. “But….he….why isn’t he—?”

“They’re doing everything they can. I promise.”

You couldn’t hear anything else. Couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

The medics whisked him down the hallway and you followed on autopilot, feet moving even though your mind was stuck somewhere in that split-second when you saw him—unmoving, vulnerable.

Bucky Barnes , your Bucky , had always felt unbreakable. Like the world had shattered around him, but not through him. And now… now he looked too human.

Too breakable.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Hours had passed.

You waited outside the medbay, pacing the same stretch of white hallway, arms wrapped around yourself.

Steve brought you coffee you didn’t drink.

Natasha offered to stay with you, but you waved her off.

You needed to be alone.

It wasn't until Bruce came out, slow and tired, that you finally sat up.

“He made it through surgery,” he said. “He’s going to be okay.”

You collapsed back into the chair, burying your face in your hands, sobbing with relief. Your body gave out before your mind could.

“He’s not awake yet,” Bruce added. “But you can sit with him.”

You didn’t wait. You ran.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The medical bay was quiet. Cold. Sterile.

You hated it. And you knew Bucky did too.

He lay there hooked up to monitors and IV, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of beeping machines, his skin still pale but alive.

You sank down into the chair beside him and took his hand.

His metal one—it was always warmer than people assumed.

Your thumb traced the edge of his knuckles like you had a hundred times before, but this time you were shaking.

“I thought I lost you,” you whispered.

There was no answer.

Your throat ached.

Your eyes burned.

You leaned in close, forehead resting against the bed’s edge, and the words spilled out—because if not now, then when?

“I need you to know something,” you said, voice cracking. “Something I’ve never had the guts to say.”

His hand didn’t move.

“I’m in love with you, Bucky. Not like a little, not like maybe. And I’m scared—God, I’m so scared—because I’ve spent all this time pretending like I’m okay being your best friend, but I’m not. I want more. I always have.”

Still nothing.

You sniffled, lifting your head just enough to wipe your eyes with your sleeve.

“I’ve loved you in every way I could without saying it. I learned your language. I touch you every time I want to say I’m proud of you. Or that I’m glad you’re still here. I use my hands because you couldn’t hear me, but maybe now that you're asleep, you'll be able to hear me just this once…”

You choked out a weak laugh, wiping your face again. Then, slowly, you let your fingers spell it out across his arm.

I love you.

One letter at a time.

And then-

You felt a shift. Movement.

You froze.

His hand twitched in yours.

You looked up so fast your neck cracked. His eyelids fluttered once… twice… and then opened slowly.

“Bucky?” you gasped, rising from the chair.

He blinked, his gaze shifting until it met yours, dazed and glassy—but focused.

You couldn’t speak. You just signed, slowly, with trembling hands:

Are you okay?

He nodded.

Barely.

Then his hand moved again—his other hand, the human one still hooked to monitors.

His fingers twitched clumsily, you focused and knew what he was trying to sign.

Did you mean it?

Your heart nearly burst.

You let out a breathless laugh, tears rushing again as you half-signed, half-shouted, “You idiot! Of course I meant it! Of course I’m in love with you!”

He smiled.

A full smile—broken but real.

Then his hand lifted shakily.

He formed it with care: I love you.

Two fingers extended. A thumb pointed out.

I love you.

You reached out with both hands, framing his face, your thumbs brushing under his eyes.

And then you kissed him.

Soft. Desperate. Long overdue.

He kissed you back instantly, weak but purposeful, like his lips had been waiting for this as long as you had.

When you pulled back, your foreheads touched.

“I thought I’d never get to tell you,” you whispered.

“You always told me,” he signed slowly, clumsily, the motion half-signed against your palm. “You just didn’t know it.”

And then he added aloud, voice gravelly and quiet but still so Bucky:

“Say that again..” he whispered

You signed as you spoke “ I love you , Bucky Barnes”

You couldn’t stop crying.

Neither could he.

You stayed with him the whole night, your hand in his, feeling , speaking in that language that seemed to only be yours.

-end

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littlebluebird2000 · 15 days ago

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TEACHERS PET

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

rating: 18+

genre: romance, smut

warnings: overprotective sieun, smut, mature language, jealousy, age differences, student/teacher. (the characters are aged in this)

summary: you were a top student at one of seoul's most prestigious universities. you aced every exam, followed every rule, and kept your focus sharp. everything was going well for you until you caught your boyfriend of eight months cheating. after a tense confrontation, the last person you expected to step in was your cold and distant professor, Yeon Sieun. what started as a protective gesture quickly turned into something neither of you could ignore... in a university full of expectations, falling for each other might have been the one problem you couldn't solve.

author's note: this is a new story ive been working on. please take a moment to read the content warning carefully. the reader is a university student and therefore of legal age. there is a small age gap between her and professor sieun, and the story explores a power dynamic that may not be for everyone. if that makes you uncomfortable, this might not be the right read for you. i hope you enjoy it

word count: 9k+

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You had always taken school seriously, but something about Professor Yeon’s class made you sit straighter, focus harder. Maybe it was the way he explained complex theories like they were simple truths, never once stumbling or needing to check his notes. He was always calm, direct and self-assured. Unlike most professors, he didn’t avoid the eyes of his students. He spoke without hesitation, scanning the room as he explained advanced concepts with an ease that sometimes didn’t feel human. There was a quiet power in the way he moved, in the way he seemed entirely at home with silence.

He wasn’t old. In fact, he didn’t look much older than some of the students in your year. That made the rumors even stranger. People whispered about his past like it was campus folklore. Fights. Stabbings. Someone ending up in a coma… The idea was almost absurd. How could someone with a record like that stand in front of a lecture hall at one of the country’s top universities?

Still, the silence around him felt earned. He didn’t speak unless necessary. He didn’t laugh at the other professors’ jokes in the hall. And when he taught, the room went still. Not from fear, exactly. It was something else. Like gravity.

You never missed a single assignment. Your test scores were always in the upper nineties or perfect. After the first few papers, you began to notice the handwriting. A neat, slanted note next to your grade. “Excellent.” “Well done.” “Good work.”

They weren’t elaborate compliments, but they stuck with you. Because they were rare. And because they came from him.

But today, your head was somewhere else. The sting in your chest still felt fresh.

You saw it with your own eyes.

He didn’t see you—your boyfriend, if you could still call him that. You had turned the corner into the library’s back corridor, expecting to find him at your usual study spot. Instead, you found him tucked between the shelves with another girl, her hand tangled in his shirt.

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t make a scene. You backed away quietly, heart thudding loud enough that it felt like it echoed through the rows of books. He still doesn’t know you saw. Maybe he thought he got away with it…

Now, you were seated in your calculus lecture, blinking hard to stop the sting in your eyes.

The hour dragged. You kept your head down, fingers clenched on your pen. When the class ended and students began gathering their things, you stood too, moving slowly.

Then you heard it.

“Miss Y/N.” His voice called from the front. Calm. Clear. “Stay for a moment.”

You froze.

A few students looked your way, then kept walking. The room emptied in seconds.

You turned to face him. He was standing by his desk, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, arms crossed loosely. His eyes were on you, unreadable.

“You’re usually more alert in class.” He said plainly.

Your heart thudded. You weren’t sure what surprised you more. That he noticed. Or that he cared enough to say something.

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. “I’m sorry, Sir. I just didn’t sleep well.”

He tilted his head slightly. “You didn’t take notes…You look like you’ve been crying.”

The truth hung at the edge of your mouth, but you didn’t speak.

He studied you for another quiet moment. Then, softer than you expected, he asked. “Was it something someone did?”

The gentleness in his tone caught you off guard. You hesitated, then nodded once.

“I see.” He didn’t push for more. Instead, he picked up your test from the pile on his desk, and handed it to you.

The score read 100.

Next to it, in the same careful handwriting, was a small note: “Still excellent. Keep working hard.”

You stared at the words. The burn in your chest shifted. You met his gaze. His expression hadn’t changed, but his eyes were softer now. You’d always thought his eyes were beautiful. Sharp, but not harsh. Captivating in the quietest way. And now, in this moment, they made you feel like maybe you weren’t invisible after all…

“Take care of yourself, Miss Y/N.” Was all he said as he sat at his desk again, picking up his pen as if nothing had happened.

You nodded, unable to speak. As you turned to go, you gave him a small, respectful bow. Then you stepped out of the classroom, but something lingered. It felt as if his gaze was still on you, warm and quiet, trailing behind like a shadow you couldn’t shake.

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You had ignored every single message he’d sent since yesterday. The apologies. The excuses. The question marks. You saw them all light up your screen, one after another, and left them there.

Unread and unanswered.

You didn’t want to confront him, not yet. Instead, you avoided him. Changed routes. Ate lunch in the quietest corner of campus. Strategically ducked out of rooms before he could get to you.

By the time your final class rolled around, Professor Yeon’s math lecture, you were ready to focus again. You couldn’t afford to fall behind. Not after yesterday.

So you sat straighter. Took cleaner notes. Let the steady, clipped rhythm of Professor Yeon’s voice ground you. He was confident today, like always, standing in front of the whiteboard as if nothing could shake him.

When class ended, you gathered your belongings in a hurry. You didn’t notice the way Professor Yeon watched you from the front of the room, his gaze lingering with a quiet intensity. He said nothing, but his eyes followed you as you walked out.

The hallway outside was mostly empty. And then he was there.

Your ex-boyfriend.

“Why are you avoiding me?” His voice was low, angry at the edges.

You stared at him. For a second, you didn’t say anything. Then you quietly answered. “I know what you did.”

You turned and began to walk toward the exit, your heart in your throat. The corridor was empty, silent. Your steps echoed.

“Y/N, what the fuck do you mean?” He grabbed your arm, forcing you to turn and face him.

“I saw you. In the library. With that girl.” You said, voice trembling. Your eyes stung again. “We’re over.”

You tried to walk again, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled you into an empty classroom.

You stumbled in, your books clutched tightly to your chest.

“Y/N, don’t do this. You’re blowing things out of proportion.” He started, his tone shifting like oil on water. “It didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t even like that.”

When you didn’t respond, his words grew rushed. “I messed up, okay? I’m sorry. You can’t just cut me off like this.”

Still, you stayed silent. Holding yourself still, even as your hands trembled.

That was when the apology vanished from his face. His jaw clenched, and he turned sharply, knocking over a chair with a loud crash. He started pacing, angry now, muttering to himself. Another chair was kicked aside.

“Say something!” He snapped, stepping toward you. “Don’t just stand there like—”

The door creaked open.

You both froze.

Professor Yeon stepped inside. Slowly. Calmly.

His gaze swept the room, landing on you first. Tear-streaked. Clutching your books to your chest. Then it shifted to the boy beside you, hand still on your arm.

“What are you doing?” He asked him, voice low and steady. There was no emotion in it, but the coldness in his tone cut through the room like a blade.

Your ex let go of your arm instantly. “I—I wasn’t doing anything, we were just talking—” He faked an apologetic smile. “It’s just a misunderstanding. She’s being emotional.”

“No. She said it’s over.” The professor said, stepping further inside. “So why are you still here?”

Your ex scoffed, his voice too loud in the silence. He laughed, but it sounded forced. “Come on, you’re what, twenty-five? You get it, right? You were my age not that long ago.”

Professor Yeon tilted his head slightly. “That’s where you’re wrong. I was never like you.”

Your ex’s grin faded. He blinked, caught off guard, unsure whether he’d just been insulted. But then the professor’s gaze cut deeper.

“And I never needed excuses to justify hurting someone.”

The words landed like a blow.

Your ex just stood there, stunned. His mouth opened, then closed, but no sound came out. His confidence drained from his face, replaced with something unfamiliar. Fear, maybe. Or realization.

But Professor Yeon didn’t give him time to recover. His attention shifted back to you. His gaze was softer now, like he was seeing only you.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Professor Yeon asked you directly.

Your knees nearly gave out at the sound of it. Sweetheart. Not sarcastic. Not mocking. Just… gentle. Your tears slipped out before you could stop them. You nodded, barely, still clutching your books tightly to your chest. You couldn’t speak, but he could see it all in your face.

Professor Yeon looked back at your ex. His expression hadn’t changed, but something sharp glinted in his eyes.

“If you’re man enough, you’ll take responsibility and walk away. You will not speak to her again. You will not touch her again. If you understand what’s good for you, you will leave. Now.”

A pause. Then, more firmly, he added, “Leave. Now. That’s the only warning you’ll get.”

Your ex hesitated, looking between you and the professor. But there was no room left to argue. He lowered his gaze and left in silence.

The room fell silent again. You were still standing there, shaking slightly, tears wet on your cheeks.

Professor Yeon didn’t say anything at first. He just walked to your side and quietly reached out, brushing a thumb just below your eye. His touch was barely there.

“You did well.” He said softly. “You didn’t deserve any of that.”

You nodded, your throat tight.

“Come on.” He added gently. “Let’s get you out of here.”

He waited until you moved, then followed close beside you. The hallway outside was empty and quiet, the kind of stillness that made everything feel louder in your head.

At the stairwell, he stopped and looked over at you. “Do you live nearby?”

“About ten minutes away.” You said, voice soft.

He was quiet for a second. Then, “Let me give you a ride.”

You looked up at him, surprised. “Oh— You don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t.” He interrupted calmly. “But I want to. You’ve been through enough today.”

You hesitated, the words caught somewhere between pride and exhaustion. But the sincerity in his voice left no room for doubt. He wasn’t offering out of pity. He meant it.

“…Okay.” You said quietly.

He nodded once and gestured for you to follow him. The walk to the staff parking lot was silent. When he unlocked the car, he opened the passenger door for you. The gesture was simple, effortless even, but it made heart fluttered in your chest. No one had done that for you in a long time. Maybe ever.

You slipped inside and pulled your seatbelt on. As he rounded to the driver’s side, you stared ahead, trying to calm yourself. It felt strange sitting in your professor’s car. You weren’t sure what the rules were for a moment like this, or if there were any at all…

A moment later, the door opened and he slid into the driver’s seat. The engine started with a low hum, and he pulled away from the parking .

You turned slightly in your seat, voice soft. “Thank you… for what you did back there.”

He didn’t look at you right away, eyes still focused on the road ahead. “You don’t need to thank me.”

“I want to.” You said, voice quiet but firm. “No one’s ever stood up for me like that.”

He finally looked at you, just briefly, but the unspoken kindness in his gaze caught you off guard. “That says more about the people around you than it does about you.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. So you sat back in your seat, holding the warmth of his words close. Somehow, his presence made it easier to breathe.

You gave him quiet directions, guiding him through familiar streets while the hum of the car filled the silence. When he pulled up to your building, he shifted the car into park and looked over at you. You unbuckled your seatbelt, fingers lingering on the strap as you turned to him.

“Thank you again, sir.” You said softly.

His gaze lingered on you, and for the first time, it didn’t feel purely academic. “You don’t have to call me that when we��re off campus.” He said, something like a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Unless you want to.”

Your breath hitched. You looked down quickly, flustered, heat blooming in your cheeks.

“I’ll… keep that in mind.” You murmured, flustered but trying to stay composed.

He leaned back in his seat, still watching you. “Take care of yourself.” He added, voice low. “You deserve better than what you had.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how gently he said it.

“I will.” You said, almost in a whisper.

You bowed slightly, out of habit and respect, then stepped out of the car. As you reached the entrance to your building, you glanced back just once. He was still there, watching, just until you were safely inside.

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Over the past few weeks, something had been shifting between you and Professor Yeon.

It was subtle and steady, like a current just beneath the surface. There was no clear starting point, only a collection of quiet moments that started to build on each other. You began to notice the way his eyes would find you during lectures. He never stared or lingered too long, but his gaze was there. You would glance up and catch him already looking, as if he had been watching for a while, silently and unreadable. He never smiled, or at least he rarely did… But he was always gentle with you when you spoke.

He had started doing small things, quiet gestures just as class was about to end. He would glance in your direction with the slightest tilt of his head or slow down while packing up his things. And you understood. He wanted you to stay.

You always did.

You weren’t doing anything wrong. You were just talking…

But still, it felt like something secret.

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The lecture had ended. Your classmates were filing out one by one, the sound of their voices fading into the hallway. You stayed seated, flipping through your notes with no real purpose, your pencil tapping lightly against the edge of your notebook.

You glanced up and saw him still at the front, stacking papers neatly. Then, just for a second, his eyes met yours. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

You stayed.

When the door finally closed behind the last student, the room fell quiet. The chalkboard still held a partial equation from earlier—something about second-order differentials. You barely remembered writing it down.

“You understood the substitution method, didn’t you?” His voice was quieter than usual. Less formal.

You nodded. “Yeah. It made more sense when I practiced it later.”

He watched you for a moment, then nodded once in return. “You’re quick,” he said. “You always are.”

A few weeks ago, that would’ve startled you. He used to intimidate you: the way he never smiled, the way he seemed to be thinking five steps ahead of everyone else. But lately, something about him had softened. Or maybe he’d just let you see a part of him no one else did.

“You’ve been speaking up more.” He added.

You shrugged lightly. “I guess I’m not as nervous anymore, Sir.”

There was a pause before he said, voice even lower, “I never cared if your answers were wrong. Don’t be nervous around me.”

You nodded at the professor, then looked down, fidgeting with the edge of your notebook. A moment passed before you spoke, your voice soft and uncertain. “I… I’ve come to enjoy this.” You said, barely meeting his eyes. “Talking with you.”

Another pause. The kind of silence that made you hyperaware of every breath, every heartbeat.

“So have I.” He said, more to himself than to you. He blinked, like he was lost in thoughts. Then something shifted in his expression. His expression eased, and a smile tugged faintly at the corner of his mouth. Not wide. Not obvious, but it was there.

You caught something in his eyes, a flicker of emotion that was hard to name. It made your pulse quicken, even if you couldn’t explain why.

“Do you have time?” He asked, voice quieter than usual. “We could talk more comfortably… in my office.”

He said it calmly, as though he was just suggesting a better place to discuss equations… And maybe he was. But something about the way the air shifted told you otherwise.

You nodded before you even realized you were going to.

He didn’t say anything else, just grabbed his folder and held the door for you as you followed him out.

The hallway was quiet. It always was this time of day. Your footsteps echoed alongside his, soft and even, your heart slightly louder than both.

Halfway down the corridor, you passed another professor heading in the opposite direction. A tall man in a brown blazer who looked up as he recognized Sieun.

For a second, you tensed.

But Professor Yeon didn’t miss a step. He only gave a slight bow of his head, a brief, neutral greeting.

It was nothing. Polite. Professional. From the outside, it looked like nothing more than a student being called in to discuss coursework. Or, at worst, receiving a quiet reprimand after class. Nothing unusual. Nothing worth remembering.

You glanced up at him, but his expression hadn’t changed. Unbothered. Focused. He didn’t seem to care what it looked like.

And somehow, that made you follow him even more willingly.

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You’d never been inside his office before.

He opened the door and held it for you, stepping aside without a word. You hesitated just long enough to feel it, the awareness of where you were and what this meant, before stepping inside.

The lighting was dim. The walls were lined with shelves, row after row of worn textbooks, journals, and thick, serious volumes. A few framed certificates hung neatly between them, next to a handful of awards you didn’t dare look at for too long. It was the kind of space that demanded silence.

It smelled like coffee.

And him.

Something warm and sharp and clean, like fresh paper and cologne.

You heard the click behind you.

You turned slightly, just in time to see him lock the door.

He didn’t explain it. He just turned the bolt with a soft snap, then walked past you toward the desk like it was nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe professors did that all the time to signal they were in a meeting?

But your pulse skipped anyway.

He moved quietly, loosening the sleeves of his shirt, rolling them to his forearms with practiced ease. You’d seen him do it in class before, but now, in the closeness of this space, it felt different. Personal. Like something you weren’t supposed to see this way.

“Have a seat.” He said gently, motioning to the chair across from his. You sat, slowly. The leather was cool beneath you, and the quiet between you both settled like a weight. You glanced around the room again, pretending to take it in, but your attention kept circling back to him.

This was his space. It was precise, contained, clean, just like him. Still, it felt like you’d been let into something private

Something that didn’t have rules.

Professor Yeon took the seat across from you, leaning back slightly as his eyes settled on yours. His expression was difficult to read in the dim light. For a moment, he stayed quiet, watching you with that calm, measured focus he always seemed to have. Then he spoke, his voice quiet and steady, but with a softness you hadn’t heard before.

“Have you been doing well?” He asked. “Outside of school, I mean.”

The question caught you off guard.

You blinked, then gave a quick nod—maybe too quick, like your body moved before your mind had fully caught up. You thought that might be the end of it, that he would move on or let the silence stretch, but he wasn’t finished.

“Especially…” he paused, his gaze lowering briefly before lifting to meet yours. ”Has he been bothering you?”

You knew exactly who he meant.

You shifted in your seat, surprised by the directness of his voice. But his tone hadn’t changed. It was still calm. Still quiet. Just serious in a way that felt deliberate. Protective, almost.

You shook your head. “No. He hasn’t. Actually… he texted me not long after that day.” You glanced down at your hands, fidgeting slightly as you spoke.“He apologized. Said he knew he treated me badly. That he was wrong, and that I deserved better.”

Even now, repeating it felt strange.

“I didn’t expect it. He’s not the kind of person who owns up to anything. But this time, I don’t know… he sounded different. Like he meant it.”

You looked back up, trying to read Professor Yeon’s face. But whatever you were searching for, you couldn’t find it.

He didn’t speak right away. He only nodded once, slowly, and then shifted his gaze toward the desk, fingers brushing idly over a stack of papers as if in thought.

What you didn’t know, what you couldn’t have guessed, was that the apology hadn’t been entirely your ex’s idea…

Professor Yeon had made sure of it.

Quietly. Carefully. In the same cold, calculating way he handled everything else. A warning here. A veiled threat there. And finally, a promise your ex couldn’t afford to test.

It had taken work.

But it was done.

Now, the boy was out of the picture. And as far as Sieun was concerned, that was exactly where he’d stay.

“I’m glad.” He said finally, voice soft again. “You shouldn’t have to deal with someone like that anymore.”

You watched him for a moment, the quiet between you stretching out.

“Sir?” You said softly.

His eyes met yours, steady and open. “Yes?”

You hesitated, then asked, “Why do you care so much?”

His expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes flickered, like you’d touched on something he wasn’t used to explaining.

“I mean…You’ve always been kind to me…” Your words trailed off for a second. “You care. More than a professor usually would. And I don’t really understand why.”

The question hung in the air. You weren’t accusing him. You weren’t even expecting a full answer. You just needed to know.

For a moment, you wondered if you’d gone too far. If maybe he’d remind you that he was your professor, that your relationship was purely academic, that you were overstepping.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze fixed on the space just past your shoulder. He looked like he was weighing his words, carefully.

“At first.” He said slowly, “I told myself it was just because you’re a good student. Focused. Disciplined. The kind of person any professor would pay attention to.”

He paused, eyes flicking back to yours.

“But it didn’t stay just that.”

His voice was quiet, controlled, but something beneath it had shifted. It was less polished now. A little more honest.

“You were different. You never tried to impress anyone. You just… showed up, quietly carrying more than you should’ve had to. And I saw that.”

You didn’t move. Couldn’t.

His gaze held yours, steady and unreadable.

“And maybe I started to notice things I shouldn’t.”

Your breath caught.

“The way you looked at me sometimes, like you were trying not to. Or how you lingered a little longer after class, even when you didn’t have a question. And how it never felt like you were playing a game.”

His voice dipped slightly.

“I care because I see you. And I think you see me too, even if you don’t mean to.”

You didn’t know what to say. The air between you felt heavier now, not suffocating but full. His words lingered in your chest, unsettling in a way that felt uncomfortably real.

“And maybe.” He added, just barely above a whisper. “That’s why you’re still here.”

You didn’t know what to say. Your mouth parted slightly, but the words didn’t come. The warmth started to rise, crawling up your neck and blooming across your cheeks.

He noticed.

Of course he did.

His mouth curved into something faint and knowing. His voice, when it came again, was softer now, lower, with a faint teasing edge. “Are you blushing?” He asked, head tilting just slightly. “That’s cute.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and you immediately looked away, but the damage was done. The heat only spread.

You heard the faintest hum of amusement in his throat. “Come here,” he said gently.

You glanced back at him, unsure if you had heard him correctly.

He nodded, his tone coaxing now. “Just come here.”

You stood slowly. Your legs felt a little uncertain, but you moved, cautious and quiet. Stepping around his desk felt like stepping into something else, something unspoken and impossible to define. He watched you closely, eyes never leaving your face.

When you reached him, he leaned back just a little in his chair, his eyes looking up at you from this closer angle. There was something calm in his expression, but also something pleased, something unreadable glinting behind his eyes.

“See?” He murmured. “Not so difficult.”

His eyes didn’t move from yours as he reached for your hand. His touch was light, giving you time, giving you space if you needed it. But you didn’t pull away.

He gave a gentle tug, and you stepped closer, knees brushing his. The air between you tightened, filled with quiet understanding. He pulled again, slower this time, guiding you without force.

You let him.

Your knees bent as you moved, settling one leg on either side of him until you were straddling his thighs. His chair creaked beneath the shift of your weight. You placed your hands on his shoulders for balance, your breath caught in your throat.

His hands rested at your waist. Not possessive, not rough. Just… there.

“You’re trembling.” He murmured.

You were. Only slightly, but enough that he noticed.

He looked up at you, his voice low and careful. “If you want to stop, say so. I’ll listen.”

Slowly, he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers brushed your cheek as they lingered there, and you leaned into the touch without thinking.

His other hand remained at your waist, grounding you. “You drive me crazy.” He said, barely above a whisper. His thumb traced along your cheekbone as he held your gaze. “I shouldn’t want you like this.”

The words weren’t cold or harsh. They were quiet. Honest. A confession more than anything else.

“But I do.” He murmured. “And it’s already too late for me.”

Your breath hitched.

His hand slid from your cheek to cup your jaw, holding you gently, his eyes flicking between yours and your lips.

Then he kissed you.

Slowly at first. Testing. Careful.

You didn’t pull away.

So he kissed you deeper, his mouth soft but sure against yours, his hand at your waist drawing you just a little closer.

His lips moved against yours with a kind of restraint that made the moment even more intense. He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t demanding. He was savoring. Like he had waited for this, thought about it, and now that it was real, he wanted to feel every second of it.

His hand stayed firm at your jaw, thumb gently stroking your skin, as if trying to calm you even as he deepened the kiss. The other hand pressed more fully at your waist now, guiding you subtly against him.

You shifted in his lap without meaning to, and he exhaled softly into your mouth. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing harder now.

“I wasn’t supposed to touch you,” He said quietly, eyes still closed. “I kept telling myself I wouldn’t.”

You stayed still, your hands now resting lightly on his shoulders. He finally opened his eyes again, and the way he looked at you made your breath catch.

“But you kept staying,” He said, voice raw. “After class. You kept looking at me like that.”

“I didn’t mean to.” You said breathlessly.

“I know.” He murmured. “That’s what made it worse.”

His fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt at your waist, not going further, just touching the skin there, warm and unhurried.

“You should go.” He said, but there was no weight behind the words. “Before I really lose my sense.”

You didn’t move.

He leaned in again, his lips brushing lightly over yours once more. Slower. Like a question.

And again, you didn’t pull away.

If anything, you leaned in closer.

Your breath hitched as his mouth returned to yours, this time with less hesitation. The kiss deepened, turning heavier, more urgent. His hand at your waist completely slipped beneath your shirt, fingers grazing the bare skin of your lower back.

His mouth moved to your jaw, then your neck, slow and deliberate, like he needed to commit every inch of you to memory. His breath was warm against your skin. Your fingers tightened around the fabric of his shirt, holding on. He shifted beneath you, sliding his hands under your thighs to adjust your position, pulling you closer until your body fit perfectly against his. You gasped into his mouth, heat rushing through you at the way he pressed into you. Your hips moved without thinking, and his grip tightened at your waist, guiding your body over his with slow, deliberate pressure.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” He breathed against your neck, kissing along your skin like he couldn’t stop himself now. “How many times I’ve imagined having you like this.”

Your hands were in his hair now, tugging gently, and he made a sound low in his throat, a mixture of frustration and desire. His mouth returned to yours, messier this time, his tongue sliding against yours with a hunger that made your whole body burn. You shifted your weight in his lap, your thighs tightening around his hips, pressing more firmly against him. The reaction was immediate: His breath caught and he let out a beautiful moan. You felt it, the way he wanted you, through the fabric separating your bodies.

He stood suddenly, gripping you tightly, carrying you with him as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your back hit the the desk, his body pressed fully to yours, and he kissed you again, deeper still. His hands slid along your thighs, your hips, your waist, grounding you to him like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.

“You’re dangerous.” He muttered against your lips, breathless. “You sit in my class innocently like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words were lost in a sharp gasp when his hands slid beneath your shirt again, this time with more purpose. His palms were warm against your skin as he pushed the fabric up, exposing your stomach, your ribs. His eyes flicked down, then back up to your face, asking silently.

You nodded.

That was all it took.

He peeled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside with one fluid motion. His hands returned to your body, slower now, fingertips mapping the shape of you. You watched his face change, a mix of awe and disbelief, as if he had been holding something back for too long and now it was finally real.

He kissed your collarbone, your shoulder, the hollow beneath your throat, like each place was something sacred. And then he pulled you up slightly, wrapping an arm around your waist to lift you further onto the desk.

Your skirt was bunched high now, the fabric gathered at your waist, forgotten. Your legs were wrapped around his hips, keeping him against you. You could feel the restraint in his movements, the careful tension in his body, as if he was holding back everything he wanted to do. It felt like he was afraid that if he gave in completely, he wouldn’t be able to stop.

You pulled back just slightly, your forehead resting against his. “Don’t hold back.” You whispered.

His breath caught. He opened his eyes and looked at you. “I don’t want to cross a line you’ll regret,” He said, voice low and rough.

You shook your head, thumb brushing across his cheek. “You won’t. Please…I want this.”

Something in him shifted then.

His mouth was on yours before you could speak again. The kiss was rougher than before, less careful, and it knocked something loose inside you. He found the clasp of your bra without fumbling, unhooked it with ease, and pushed the fabric aside so his hands could finally cover your bare chest. A low groan rumbled from his throat as he touched you, his head tipping forward to press heated kisses along the curve of your neck.

You let your head fall back, giving him access. You feel his lips trail lower, his breath hot against your skin, and your fingers tangle in his hair without thinking.

He took a nipple into his mouth, slow and deliberate, and the sensation pulled a sharp gasp from you. You arched into him, but his hands held your hips firmly against the desk. He sucked gently, then bit, then eased the sting with his tongue. You could already feel yourself getting wet. Fast.

“Sir—” You whispered, almost a warning.

“Sieun.” He murmured, mouth still on your skin. “Call me Sieun.”

One of his hands slid slowly between your thighs and his fingers brushed over your underwear. He paused when he felt how soaked you were.

“Is this all for me?” He asked, voice edged with disbelief.

Your breath catches. He presses his fingers against you, rubbing through the fabric—just enough to make you ache.

He slid your underwear aside and slowly sank a finger into you. You gasped in surprise, grabbing at his shoulders for balance. He added a second finger without warning, and his pace quickened, steady and controlled. Sieun watched your face the entire time, as if memorizing your expression. His fingers curled perfectly, working you open with a steady rhythm that made your legs tremble. You clung to him, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as the pressure built quickly in your stomach.

His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he worked you open, his gaze hungry and focused. Moans kept tumbling from your mouth, uncontrolled and breathless. The sound of your wetness filled the space between you, obscene and unmistakable, only driving him further. His fingers curled again, hitting just the right spot, and your whole body tensed in response. He murmured something low against your skin, voice rough, but you could barely make out the words through the haze building in your mind.

Suddenly, his fingers were gone, and you looked down to see the Professor— Sieun kneeling between your legs.

Your breath caught. “What are you—”

But he was already pushing your skirt higher, keeping it on, but sliding your underwear down your thighs with slow, deliberate movements. You instinctively tried to close your legs, overwhelmed and unsure, but his hands were firm as he guided them apart again.

“Keep them open.” He said, his voice low, eyes darker than you’d ever seen them.

Then he leaned in, his breath hot against your inner thigh, making your skin prickle. His lips brushed your skin lightly at first, almost teasing, and the anticipation made your stomach tighten. You gripped the edge of the desk, heart racing, every nerve on edge as his mouth inched closer to your heat. When his tongue finally touched you, slow and unhurried, a sharp gasp escaped your lips and your hips twitched. He moved with purpose, tasting you like he had all the time in the world, and all you could do was hold on as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you. He groans at your taste, his grip tightening on your thighs.

Then he found your clit and sucked, gently at first, then with more pressure, until your legs began to shake.

“Sieun—”

The sound of his name on your lips only pushed him further. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he kept going, messy and hungry, no longer trying to hold anything back.

You writhed under his mouth, barely able to catch your breath. He slid a finger inside you again, then a second, curling them just right as your body arched off the desk. His mouth sealed around your clit and sucked firmly, before his tongue began to flick in a tight, focused rhythm that unraveled you fast. You were soaked, the buildup from earlier making every touch sharper, every sensation more intense.

You whimpered, clenching around him, your body already climbing. His mouth didn’t stop for even a second, and neither did his fingers. He knew exactly what he was doing, pressing into that perfect spot again and again while his tongue moved faster, his lips teasing your clit.

“Let go for me.” He murmured, breath hot against you. “Come on, sweetheart. I want to feel it.”

Your back arched, your mouth opened in a soundless cry, and the orgasm tore through you so intensely that your vision went white. You pulsed around his fingers, legs trembling, body shaking under the force of release.

But he didn’t stop right away. He kept licking gently, drawing out every last wave until you were squirming, too sensitive to handle any more. When he finally pulled back, he stood slowly, his mouth slick and his eyes dark with something between pride and possession.

You were still catching your breath when he leaned in again and pressed a kiss just beneath your jaw.

“You look ruined already,” He murmured, lips brushing your cheek. “I haven’t even taken you yet.”

You were too dazed to answer, but the way you looked up at him said enough. Your eyes were half-lidded, your body still trembling, your mouth parted in quiet need.

He straightened, his gaze locked on yours, and unbuckled his belt with slow, deliberate movements. The soft clink of metal made your breath catch again. He watched you as he unzipped his slacks, his movements steady. You watched his hand as he stroked himself, and your breath caught at the sight. He was thick, hard, flushed red at the tip. He let out a soft groan, just once, when his fingers slid over the sensitive head.

He leaned over you again, one hand braced against the desk near your head, the other guiding himself between your legs. He ran the head of his cock through your slick folds, teasing, coating himself with your wetness.

“You’re ready.” He said more to himself than you. “So fucking ready.”

You nodded, lips barely able to form the words. “Please…Sieun.”

He groaned in responses. His hand settled at your waist, steady and warm, and slowly, with careful control, he began to press into you.

Your breath caught in your throat, and his did too. It came sharp and sudden, as if the feeling of being inside you stole the air from his lungs.

You felt him everywhere.

He stretched you inch by inch, filling you completely. The pressure was intense, your body adjusting around him, the sensation overwhelming and intimate in a way nothing else had ever been. He paused once he was fully inside, his forehead dropping briefly to yours as though to steady himself, and in that moment, all you could hear was the sound of your breaths mingling in the quiet room.

You clung to him, your legs wrapping around his waist, helpless to do anything but take him, feel him, need him.

“Good girl.” He groaned. “Take it.”

He began to thrust, each motion deliberate and controlled, though filled with a growing desperation. The desk shifted faintly beneath you, the wood creaking with every movement. You leaned back slightly for balance as you moved with him. Your hips tilted in response to his rhythm, chasing the friction and the closeness.

His hands moved across your back, your waist, your thighs, as if he needed to memorize every part of you through touch alone.

Your mouth was parted, your eyes unfocused. Thought slipped away, replaced by the building pressure inside you, the warmth spreading through your body, and the steady weight of him driving into you over and over.

And all the while, he kept looking at you. His eyes never left your face, even when he thrust deeper and your head tilted back with a soft gasp. He leaned in, his mouth trailing along the line of your throat, breathing you in like he needed the scent of your skin to stay focused.

You could hear how wet you were, how every movement between you echoed through the room. The sounds filled the space around you, but neither of you cared. If anything, it spurred him on. His thrusts grew harder and more urgent.

You couldn’t stop saying his name.

And every time you did, he moved a little rougher. Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, the pressure inside you building with brutal intensity. He was breathing hard now, just above your ear. You felt it in the way he held you, in the way his hips drove forward desperately. He was chasing the edge but refusing to let himself fall over it just yet.

“You feel that?” He gritted out, his voice almost ragged. “You’re pulling me in… God, sweetheart…”

You moaned, your nails digging into his back. The angle of his thrusts, the way he ground into you just right at the end of each one—it was overwhelming, almost too much to take.

“You want to cum again?” He breathed, lips brushing against your throat. “ You want to fall apart on my cock?”

“Yes, Sir—Sieun–please—”

That was all it took.

He shifted his angle and drove deeper, hitting that soft spot inside you with precision. The pleasure surged through you like a shockwave, and your second orgasm crashed over you before you could brace for it. It tore the breath from your lungs and sent your body arching off the desk. Your thighs trembled violently, your hands grasping at anything within reach—his arms, his shirt, the edge of the desk.

You clamped down around him, tight and pulsing, your entire body drawn taut as the wave dragged you under. The sound you made was raw, broken, too close to a sob, and you barely registered the choked groan he let out in response.

But he didn’t stop.

He didn’t even slow down.

“Sieun—” You gasped, your legs trembling beneath the relentless rhythm. “Wait—”

“No.” He said, voice low and firm, rough with the strain of holding himself back. “You can take it.”

Your body was still fluttering around him, overstimulated and aching, and the sounds falling from your lips came without thought—moans, whimpers, his name. He kept moving inside you with deep, deliberate thrusts, each one dragging along hypersensitive nerves that lit up all over again.

He was still hard, still buried to the hilt inside you, nowhere near finished. You felt every inch of him, every slow drag, every deep press, every grinding thrust that left your nerves raw and trembling. The friction was unbearable. The stretch was relentless. The slick heat between your bodies had become a soaked, sticky mess of need.

Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision. Not from pain, but from how overwhelming it all felt. How full you were. How completely he consumed you. Your fingers clutched at his back, desperate for something to hold onto, and your lips parted on a shaky breath as another moan escaped you. You weren’t sure if you were crying from the intensity or from how deeply you felt for him. Maybe both.

“You’re already a wreck, sweetheart,” He murmured, voice laced with dark amusement. “And I’m not even done with you.”

He thrust into you again, slow and deep, hitting that raw, aching spot that made your whole body jolt. You whimpered, instinctively flinching at the intensity. Then he pulled out, dragging himself from your still-clenching heat with agonizing slowness.

For a fleeting second, your body sagged, thinking it might finally be over.

But then he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear, and said, “Turn around.”

Your breath hitched sharply. “Sir—” You whimpered, voice trembling with a mix of shock, anticipation, and something dangerously close to surrender.

“Now, sweetheart.”

Your legs nearly gave out as you pushed yourself upright, the aftershocks of your last release still pulsing through you. But his hands were there, firm and unshakable, guiding you with care and purpose. You turned slowly, your palms flattening against the cool surface of the desk, the chill of the wood making you shiver as your bare nipple met it.

Then his hand found the small of your back, pressing down gently but firmly until your spine curved and your hips tilted back, presenting yourself to him without resistance. The position left you vulnerable, open, and completely at his mercy.

Your skirt was still bunched around your hips, half in the way, and he tugged it higher with one hand until the fabric pooled around your waist again.

A heartbeat later, he slid back inside you—slow, deep, and relentless. The new angle made everything sharper. He filled you so completely that your breath caught, and your knees trembled beneath the weight of it. Each thrust hit deeper, grazing places that sent sparks up your spine, and you had to grip the desk harder just to stay grounded.

You cried out, your forehead hitting the desk with a dull thud. Every thrust landed with a deep, rhythmic smack of skin against skin, sharper and heavier than the last. His grip on your hips held you in place, strong and unrelenting, each movement jolting you forward slightly, only for him to drag you right back into him. The slick, obscene sounds filled the room, mixing with the rough edge of his breathing and the soft, broken moans spilling from your lips.

“You’re close again?” He asked, his voice rough and thick with need as he leaned over you. “Fuck. You’re completely soaked.” He muttered, his voice breaking slightly as his hips snapped forward. “Dripping down your thighs for me.”

A choked moan slipped from your lips. Every filthy word Sieun whispered pushed you further into the haze of need. His voice was low and rough with restraint, each syllable curling hot against your skin. You felt stretched, claimed, and ruined in the most intoxicating way.

“Say it,” He growled, his hand curling tighter around your waist. “Say who’s making you feel like this.”

“You, Sieun” You gasped, your voice cracking as you lost your grip on the words. “Only you.”

His rhythm turned punishing, thrusts bruising, pushing you straight into another orgasm. It happened too quickly for you to understand. It crashed through you hard—sudden, consuming—and your body clenched around him with a wet rush that you both felts. Your breath came out in a broken cry as your hips jerked, chasing the feeling even as it becomes too much. Another rush of heat and release flood through you, wet and sharp, your whole body pulsing with it.

“Sweetheart,” He murmured breath catching. “You’re soaking me…” His hips still just long enough for him to realize what had happened. Then a groan slipped from his throat, deep and guttural.

“You fucking squirted…” There’s awe in his voice. Wonder. A little disbelief.

Your body clenched around him so tightly that he cursed through gritted teeth, his control slipping for a moment. But he didn’t give in. Not yet.

You were still pulsing around him, dazed and shaking, when his hands returned to your hips. He was gentler now, steadying you as he guided your next move.

“Up.” He said, voice rough and frayed at the edges. “Come sit on me, sweetheart.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You blinked through the haze, legs trembling, the aftermath of release still making your body thrum. There was something in his tone, firm and coaxing, that left no space for doubt.

He stepped back from the desk, his slacks hanging low on his hips, and lowered himself into the chair behind him. His legs spread wide, his cock still hard and glistening with both of you, flushed red under the dim light of the room. His eyes never left yours as he held out a hand, waiting for you.

“Come take what you need,” he said. “Ride me.”

Your breath caught in your throat. There was something in the way he said it, gentle in tone, but laced with quiet authority. It didn’t feel like a suggestion. It felt like he already knew you would.

You climbed into his lap, knees bracing on either side of his hips. The skin beneath your thighs tingled with residual heat, every nerve alight. You were soaked, swollen, and aching, but the moment you lowered yourself onto him again, the stretch burned in a way that made your breath catch. It felt deeper, more consuming than before, like your body wasn’t sure it could take him all over again. But it did. Slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully inside you.

His head fell back against the chair with a low, guttural hiss, his jaw tight as he tried to hold still. One of his hands gripped your hip while the other held your skirt bunched around your waist, keeping it high so he could see everything. The sight of you, bare and slick as you sank onto him, had him unraveling before you even moved.

“Fucking hell,” He groaned. “Still so tight. Still twitching around me.”

You began to move, slowly at first, finding your rhythm with shaky breaths and trembling thighs. Your palms pressed against his chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingers. His skin was hot, his muscles taut, and his eyes stayed locked on you, dark and heavy-lidded as if he couldn’t bear to look away.

You rocked your hips in uneven strokes, lifting and sinking down onto him, the stretch still intense, the pleasure sharp and raw. Each movement drew a slick, obscene sound from between your bodies, the wet friction unmistakable in the quiet room. You were still sensitive, still pulsing with aftershocks, your folds slick and swollen from the climax that had wrecked you moments before.

“That’s it,” He growled. One of his hand slid up your side, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts, watching every reaction you gave him like it was something sacred. “Look at you claiming this cock.”

You moaned softly, overwhelmed by the angle, the friction, his words… Every grind of your hips brought his cock right against that sweet, tender spot inside you. It’s was too much. You were still too tender, your body already raw from everything he had wrung from you.

But he felts so good…hot, thick, familiar. Soon you found a rhythm, steadier, deeper. The burn made your thighs tremble, but still, you moved—desperate to keep going, to take more, even as the sharp edge of pleasure blurred into something close to pain.

“I don’t think I can,” You whimpered, head thrown back as your hips faltered against his for a moment. Your voice trembled with the confession, laced with need and exhaustion. Tears streamed down your face.

Sieun’s hands slid up your sides, firm and steady. “Yes, you can,” He murmured, his voice thick with lust and something darker—possessive. His thumbs brushed just beneath your ribs, grounding you. “You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

“I want to,” You gasped, barely able to form the words. “I want to keep going. Just—God—it’s so much.”

“I know,” He said, mouth brushing against your throat as he pulled you close. “I know, sweetheart. But you can take it. You’re mine now, remember?”

That word lit something inside you.

Mine

You rode him faster, each motion growing more frantic, messier—his cock slipping deeper, pressing harder. Your walls clamped down around him again, overstimulated and clenching. You couldn’t even keep eye contact anymore. Your head dropped to his shoulder as you moved against him, your breath coming in broken gasp and moans.

“Just like that.” He growled against your neck, his hands guiding you faster, rougher, deeper. “Messy. I want it messy.”

You whimpered something incoherent in return. Your thighs were trembling with each bounce, your body flushed and boneless, and you could feel both of you slipping in and out of control. His jaw is tightened, his fingers bruised into your skin as he hold you down harder, making sure you toke every inch.

“Let me see you fall,” He murmurs. “One last time, sweetheart. Come on. Show me.”

And then it happend.

Your release crashed over you like wave. It stole the air from your lungs and blurred the edges of your vision. You cried out, the sound raw and broken, as your hips jerked against his, stuttering with the force of it. You clenched around him, so tight it pulled another groan from his throat, every muscle trembling as the orgasm tore through you. A rush of wetness suddenly dripped down your thighs again as Sieun kept on slamming his hips upwards, not letting you escape. You cried as the heat of it spread through your core, overwhelming and consuming, leaving you breathless and shaking in his arms.

Sieun didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His grip only tightened, and his hips drove up into you with a frantic, uneven rhythm.

“God,” He choked out, his voice rough and nearly unrecognizable. “You feel… fuck… so good like this. Falling apart for me.”

You tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled gasp. Your hands clawed at his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto. You were too sensitive, your body already spent. Everything was too much. You were crying freely now, sobs tearing from your body. But he was far past the point of holding back. He was chasing it now, the last edge of control slipping through his fingers, and there was nothing calm about it.

“I can’t.” He panted, voice hoarse. “I can’t hold back anymore.”

You tilted your head, breath hitching, still overwhelmed but needing him to finish—Needed him to let go. To stop holding himself back like he was afraid of what might happen if he truly gave in.

“Please, cum in me.” You cried desperately, eyes fluttering shut. “Please fill me up, Sieun.”

You felt it—his entire body locking beneath you, muscles coiled tight like a drawn bow. And then he snapped.

His breath hitched into a low, guttural sound as his release tore through him. His hands clutched at your hips as his body trembled, overwhelmed by the force of it, the sound of his ragged groan filling the air around you.

He thrust up into you again and again, each movement raw, erratic, and desperate. He held you flush against him, buried deep, and kept coming, as if everything he had kept locked inside was pouring out all at once. He didn’t stop moving, his breath ragged against your throat, chasing every last pulse of his release while your overstimulated body flinched beneath each motion. You whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders, helpless under the onslaught—but you didn’t ask him to stop.

His breathing stuttered, uneven and shallow, before his forehead dropped to your shoulder. His entire frame trembled, muscles twitching with the aftershocks of release. You felt the heat of his breath against your skin, warm and humid, mingling with the faint sweat that clung to both of you. For a long, suspended moment, he just held you there, chest heaving, as if your body was the only thing keeping him grounded while the last of it pulsed through him and slowly faded.

He lifted his head slowly, his eyes finding yours with a heaviness that stole your breath. They were darker than before—softer, yes, but still burning with something fierce and possessive beneath the tenderness. His hand moved gently, tracing the curve of your waist, fingertips brushing over the trembling muscles of your side before gliding up to cradle your cheek.

“Sweetheart,” He whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “You’re mine now.”

You nodded, too drained to speak, your body still trembling. But your heart swelled with something warm and full, something that settled deep inside you.

You were his.

And he was yours.

And that was all you needed.

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𓆩♡𓆪Pairing: Patient! Jungkook x Reader

𓆩♡𓆪WC: 8.2k

𓆩♡𓆪The Honeymoon (Epilogue)

𓆩♡𓆪Content Warning: hospital romance, mentions of birth, blizzard, car accidents, smthn abt soulamtes, ft Jin, medical emergencies, making out, jk is a free spirit, tattoos, rehabilitation, they're so cute, cafeteria dates, meet cute, weddings, sexual themes, comas, newborn baby, angsttt :(

The double doors to the emergency room burst open with a team of paramedics meeting a team of nurses over the limp body that was being rushed in on a gurney.

"26-year-old male. One of many from the four-car pile-up on Highway 400. Blunt head trauma —shattered ribs, compound fractures in both legs. He's unconscious, showing premature signs of decline. We need to get him stabilized immediately."

"Prepare the operation room." One of the nurses orders and the chaos moves around the corner with the gurney.

A team of trauma surgeons and nurses worked frantically to stabilize him. He was quickly assessed for injuries, and diagnostic tests revealed the extent of the damage he had sustained

The man suffered from internal injuries, including a punctured lung and severe abdominal trauma. There was a point when doctors were sure he wouldn't make it but they were wrong.

After undergoing several surgeries in the first few days following the accident, including procedures to repair his fractured bones, remove damaged tissue, and stabilize his internal injuries he was beginning to show small signs of improvement.

However, it was only the beginning of a very long and hard journey for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 2 months later

"Where is she?" You stand up at the sight of your brother-in-law, Jin rushing into the waiting room of the labour and delivery wing. Face flushed and hair a bit frazzled. He'd obviously run here from the parking lot.

"Down the hall to your left. They're just running some tests and checking the baby." He pauses in his steps, letting it all sink in. Placing a hand on his chest as he tried to stabilize his breathing.

Taking the chance to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Everything is going to be okay, breathe." You encourage, taking tips from the Lamaze classes your sister had made the three of you take in preparation for this baby.

He smiles before making his way to his wife and out of sight.

Meanwhile, you stayed put in the waiting room as your sister made it very clear she did not want you in the room any time her vagina was out and you weren't going to argue.

Seeing that the doctors needed to check up on the baby once the two of you arrived no less than 15 minutes ago, you had already excused yourself to the hall.

Once you saw the familiar nurse you remember being assigned to your sister walk past you, you deemed it was safe enough to return to her room. Knocking first with your hand over your eyes.

There was soft laughter, "It's been put away, you can open your eyes." Eunji says, allowing you to lower your palm from your gaze to see Seokjin sitting on a chair nestled near Eunji's bedside.

"Wow, they've got you hooked up like a TV." You snort, pointing to the IV drip, pulse oximeter, and various other tubes taped to her arm.

Shaking her head at your typical Y/n-Antics but refusing to acknowledge your joke any further. "What did the nurse say?" Jin asks, almost anxiously, taking her hand in his.

"The baby is fine, she's healthy, but I'm a long way from giving birth. Apparently-" Eunji pauses, her eyes squeezing shut just as they did back at your place when the two of you discovered she'd been having contractions.

Taking deep breaths she opens her eyes and resumes speaking as if it never happened, "Apparently I'm only one centimeter dilated. I'm already tired of this place." She pouts sadly while Jin gently moves a stray hair from out of her face.

You sighed internally, hoping that one day you'd find that.

"I'm just glad you guys made it here safely. The roads are getting worse with that blizzard coming in tonight." Jin shares which prompts you to check your phone while the couple talks about what a normal couple would discuss at a time like this.

Jin was right. There in fact was a blizzard heading your way and it was nasty. Up to six feet of snow in some regions and harsh winds. It was practically impossible to see the road through all the flurries on your way here.

It was unsafe for anyone to be driving at a time like this hence why Eunji had already begged your parents to stay home until the roads were safe. No matter how much she knew your parents wanted to be present for the birth of their first grandchild it was just too dangerous.

This winter was packed with a punch this year. You can't forget the first major storm of the season about two months ago that blindsided everyone.

The severity of the storm dawns on you as you remember driving past a nasty collision on the highway on your way home from work.

You could only hope that this would be the end of the strenuous icy season and that spring would be just around the corner. You were looking forward to the blossoming season of spring but not as much as you were looking forward to holding your niece in your arms in just a few short hours.

𓆩♡𓆪

Clearly, you and your niece weren't on the same page.

It's been 4 hours and the hospital was on lockdown, any visitors in the building were forbidden from leaving due to the severity of the storm outside. Honestly, some part of you believed you would have been able to hold your niece and go home all in the last three hours, but oh how you were wrong.

"What do you mean you're only 3 centimetres along?" You say, exhausted from waiting. "Oh, I'm sorry Y/n, are you tired? How inconsiderate of me!" She exclaims, clearly annoyed with you.

You dropped your shoulders, you deserved that. Eunji had been battling her contractions restlessly for hours on end, you couldn't imagine how she felt.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" She shakes her head while Jin returns with a full cup of ice for her to chew on. Your stomach rumbles, and not quietly.

"You should go down to the cafeteria and get something to eat. I'll stay with Eunji." Jin offers and you nod, deciding it was time for a break anyway.

With your bag slung over your shoulder, you stood in the café line, unsure what to get before deciding to get a typical iced coffee and a turkey sandwich.

Once it came time to find a spot, your eyes were scanning every nook and cranny of the filled cafeteria due to the overwhelming number of people trapped in this building just as you were.

Finally, you found one available spot, at an occupied table. "Is anyone sitting here?" You ask the man who was enjoying his own coffee. "It's all yours," He smiles and you reciprocate it as you take a seat.

Paying him no mind as you bite into your meal and pull out the book you've been reading over the last few weeks.

"The String of Fate," The man across from you mumbles as he reads the title of your book causing your eyes to flicker to his. "What's it about?" You close the book almost too eagerly.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" He blinks at you.

"Y'know, like two people that are destined to be together no matter the time or place." His brow arches. "Not a chance." You frown, "Well, basically this book explains the concept of soulmates and how they're connected by this invisible string between them that will always guide them back to each other. No matter the time or place."

He sighs heavily, head now resting on his hand. "I'm gonna take a shot in the dark here and assume that you believe in soulmates?"

"What's there not to believe? It makes total sense-" You ask, about to take your first bite of your sandwich. "I wouldn't eat that if I were you," He says quickly, and you close your mouth, placing the sandwich back down.

"Why not?" He simply stares at you, "Trust me. I've been here long enough to know." You nod slowly, "You must visit a lot."

With a shrug of his shoulders, he finishes the last of his coffee, "Something like that." He mumbles.

Your stomach reminds you of the hunger you'd just permitted to exist longer all in the name of this handsome stranger you'd just met. "So what can I eat here?"

He grins and your stomach twists.

"Follow me." You pack up your stuff and stand. Unable to process your thoughts once the man moves away from the table in his wheelchair.

"Oh c'mon, don't give me that look." He sighs.

"What look?" You counter, genuinely confused.

"That look of 'oh my gosh, he's in a wheelchair. Now everything is different.'" He says in a slightly raised tone.

"First of all, I didn't think that at all. I was just shocked." He looked almost deflated until you spoke up, "So are we still getting jello or what?" He smiles, leading the way.

"Hey! Hey! Mister Lightning McQueen, do you mind slowing down a bit? Or at least tell me your name so I don't have to keep yelling mister." You pant, finally catching up to him at the end of the hall.

"Sorry." He flushes a light pink before a quick clearing of his throat, "I'm Jungkook." He stretches his hand and you shake it gently, "Y/n." You say, the two of you hold hands a little longer than necessary before a visitor attempts to get by and you pull your hand away first.

Fast forward to the two of you sitting on the chairs in god knows which wing of the hospital, the building was so damn big. Licking the spoons of your delicious cherry jello as you were both facing the window that looked out into the midnight sky.

"So what brings you here tonight?" He asks as he scoops around his cup for another spoonful. "My sister is giving birth. At least that's what I thought was supposed to happen but the baby doesn't want to come yet." He laughs, "That's amazing. Not the part about the baby holding your sister's womb hostage but- you know what I'm trying to say."

Unable to control your laughter at his bizarre wording, "Yeah, I get it." A silence falls between the two of you, sitting on your shoulders. You wanted to say something but you weren't sure- "It's okay, Y/n. You can ask." He speaks without even looking at you. Focused on getting his next spoon of jello.

"How did you end up here?" You ask and Jungkook begins the age-old story. He was coming home from work during that crazy storm 2 months ago. He said he didn't remember much from the actual accident, one second he's in his lane and the next there's an eighteen-wheeler sliding right into him and dragging two others in with him.

"I don't even remember being rushed in here, I just remember waking up 3 days later and the doctors telling me I was lucky to be alive. Telling me I had basically injured every bone I had. Head trauma, shattered ribs, a punctured lung, fractured both my legs- and the list goes on."

Your jaw falls open. Hand raising to cover your mouth for two reasons.

"You really are lucky to be alive."

It seems that Jungkook disagrees, "Yet I don't feel all that lucky. I wake up to the same faces, getting poked at and pricked every hour. Going to rehab every other day, my body hurts constantly. I can't even count how many painkillers and antibiotics I take every morning." You frown.

"I'm grateful to be making progress of course, but sometimes It feels like the world is passing me by while I'm standing still-- or sitting, for that matter.." You'd never connected to anything more.

"I totally understand. Under different circumstances of course, but I think I get what you mean. Ever since I was 7 I'd had this perfect vision of how my life should be by the time I was 25. A nice house, with a loving husband and maybe a baby on the way with my six-figure paying job but here I am, 26, sitting in a waiting room, single, waiting for my sister to have a baby so that I can go home to my office job that sure as hell doesn't pay enough for a nice house."

Your story provokes a soft chuckle to come rumbling from Jungkook's chest and you swat at him. "And it's like, you want to take steps forward but it's almost like you can't because everything is out of your control. The most decisive factor of a good life is controlled by everyone but you. It sucks." Jungkook expands on your thoughts further and you'd never felt so seen before.

"I-" You begin but the PA system begins to blare someone's voice as they make an announcement.

"Code Yellow. Code Yellow." Jungkook's vision darts to his wristwatch. "Shit. It's been an hour already?" You weren't following, "What's going on?" Jungkook begins to roll back, tossing away his garbage in the bin while you stand and do the same.

"Code yellow is just their dramatic way of declaring a patient is missing. Although-" His eyes fly past you and to whoever was behind you, it was a furious nurse. "Jeon Jungkook." She says and he groans, "I know- I know."

Jungkook hardly got to speak before he was being pushed away back to wherever his room was. "I hope your sister has a safe delivery." You stand still in the middle of the hall as you watch Jungkook get whisked out of sight.

Unable to stop thinking about how disappointed he looked once that nurse appeared. Clearly, he didn't want to go back. You couldn't shake what he told you, about seeing the same people every day, following the same painful routine.

You wondered if he had any family that visited him.

Speaking of which, it was time for you to return to your own.

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7 hours later you were finally holding the most perfect baby girl in your arms. "She's beautiful, Eunji," you say tearfully, staring at the adorable infant who was just so tiny in your arms.

"I can't believe I'm holding your baby right now." You say to no one in particular while Seokjin stands behind you looking down at the baby, he looks like he's still in awe himself.

Carefully passing her back into your sister's tired arms. You had the honour of taking their first family photo. With Seokjin's eyes full of love and your sister displaying the happiest smile you'd ever seen.

"She's perfect." You hear him whisper with a kiss to Eunji's forehead and your heart just about melts at the heartwarming sight.

𓆩♡𓆪 7 days later

The moment that you left that hospital that morning you felt almost... sad? Like you had a happiness hangover. You were truly overjoyed, you finally got to meet your niece and you met Jungkook who left an unanticipated imprint on your brain.

You tapped your nails against the desk in your cubicle, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your eyes glanced at the time at the bottom of the computer screen.

Your break was in 20 minutes, you had an hour to do whatever and sure, you could spend it here continuing your work so that you could go home earlier...but the hospital is nearby...

No more than a 10-minute drive.. maybe you could drop by? Just for a little?

You didn't leave yourself much time to debate it as you were already marching out of the office the moment the clock hit 12. You'd decided to pick up some flowers from the gift shop on your way up.

Following the receptionist's instructions that she gave you to locate his room with a nervous click of your heels with each step. What if he didn't want to see you? Does he even remember you?

You saw him through the glass window briefly and adjusted yourself to an angle where he couldn't see you. He was just laying there. Staring up at the ceiling, but he sat up once a nurse walked in.

It seemed that she was doing some routine checkups before pricking him with a needle of some kind. You'd always been the type to squirm with needles yet he was unfazed, it was like he couldn't even feel it.

Once she left she passed you with a small smile. Slowly you walk to the door and his gaze slowly drags towards you. His eyes smile before his lips, and he sits up.

"Y/n!" He says with such a joyful tone, you would never expect the voice to belong to someone sitting in a hospital bed. "Hi," You say, unsure of what to do with the flowers.

"Don't tell me you're still waiting for your sister to give birth." He says with a little sarcasm and you laugh with a shake of your head. "No, little miss Seol-a came fashionably late."

"As in 'snow child'? That's a perfect name." You agree. Watching him as his gaze drops to your arms. "Oh- These are for you." Bringing the small bouquet of tiger lilies to him, he accepts it gratefully.

"Thank you-- Really, you didn't have to. You visiting me is more than enough of a gift, and they're Tiger Lilies, too. Fun fact, that's actually my birth flower." It was like a lightbulb had gone off in your head but you ignored it.

Maybe that was just a coincidence, but you didn't like that word. You preferred to use something much stronger, that starts with an 'F', and ends with an 'ate'.

"Pull up a chair, please. I don't want to be the only one sitting." He insists, gesturing to the chair near the wall and you bring it a bit closer.

Letting out a soft sigh of relief once you were off your feet, "God, I hate heels." You mutter, "I'm guessing you have to wear them for that magical job of yours," Your face turns sour, "Magic isn't the word I'd use to describe it,"

Just like that the two of you fell down a rabbit hole of conversation, exchanging work experiences and even phone numbers at one point.

"So tell me, Y/n. In a perfect world, if you could just drop everything, what would you do?" You pretended to give it thought as if you hadn't known for the last decade. "I'd want to open a hair salon... Is that crazy? I don't think I've ever actually said that out loud before."

"What's stopping you?" You laugh, a little too hard, thinking of the dozens of reasons why it wasn't practical and way too impulsive but the longer you looked at his neutral expression you began to reflect on the reasons.

And they all came back to the same root, "What if I fail?" He shrugs, "You can't fail unless you give up." You couldn't believe you were actually considering this. Shaking your head dramatically, clearing your brain.

"You're such a bad influence, y'know? I can't believe you really almost made me do that." His bunny-like smile is on display when he speaks, "That wasn't me, that was your instinct. For a brief second, you just listened to your heart."

Woah.

"Wanna see something cool?" His hand raises and gestures to his lower body, and you watch as the blankets begin to stretch over the small peak that began to form under the covers as he bends his left knee slightly.

"Jungkook! That's incredible." You gasped, eyes wide and you weren't sure what came over you, but before you knew it you'd taken him in your arms.

His body was still a bit weak but his arms responded almost immediately. Holding you still for the short duration of the hug before you pulled away.

"Are you okay- I'm sorry, did I hurt you-" A small panic consumes you as Jungkook's eyes tint a faint red and well with tears. "No, no. You didn't do anything wrong. It's just been so long since someone's been so happy for me."

His words weighed down in your chest like a pile of bricks. "Does no one visit you?"

"All my friends and family came to visit right after the accident. Then it was just my best friends and my parents who came a few times a week. Soon people don't have time to visit someone who makes such little progress every day."

He continues to explain, "But I don't hold it against them. It's a time commitment. The real world is more demanding than I am and I just can't wait for the day I get to meet them out there."

Gently placing your hand on top of his, "You're gonna be out of here before you know it-" A familiar ringer goes off in your bag. You pull out your phone and stop the alarm. "Well, my break ends soon." You stand and you tell yourself that you're imagining the small frown peels over his lips.

Putting the chair back where you found it you walk to the door. "Bye Jungkook, it was good to see you again." With that, you walk away and Jungkook is left in despair. That was it? It's over?

You were just gonna walk into his room and bless him with the most revitalizing conversation he's ever had and you're leaving?

Before he gets the chance to deflate into his pillows your head pops back into the doorframe, "See you tomorrow." You wink and vanish once again. Knowing that you'd given him a little wave of sadness at first.

His shoulders shake with laughter, relieved.

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Staying true to your word, you in fact did go back to visit him the next day, except you went after your shift since 40 minutes simply wasn't enough time.

For the first few weeks of your daily visits, Jungkook was afraid that one day you would stop coming and he wouldn't see you again, but once three months had passed, there was no doubt in his mind he would walk out of this hospital without you by his side.

You'd even met his parents once, by accident of course. You were just leaving when they'd been walking in and of course, they had no idea who you were.

Telling them about how the two of you met was quite entertaining, Accidentally mentioning the part where Jungkook had been called a missing patient which earned him a soft pinch to his arm from his mother.

But you'll never forget the words his mother whispered in your ear as she hugged you. "Thank you for loving my son." Your cheeks flushed and you stuttered, trying to clarify things but she didn't want to hear it.

"It's okay, I know." She says with the most subtle of winks before walking off with her husband who shook your hand graciously.

Not every day was full of laughs and feasts that you'd bring him from the outside world, there were definitely down days. Days when the pain would call for a stronger dose of his medications which left him burnt out and groggy.

But there were also good days like today. You had the honour of helping Jungkook take some of his first steps for a few feet before being right behind him with the wheelchair.

You weren't able to stop your tears while Jungkook apologized to the physical therapist for your constant crying. You cried every time you saw him move on his own, but he thinks it's cute.

It's evident how much you care about him. By now your entire family knew about your blossomed friendship, and it seems he was all you could talk about. He could only hope that you knew how much he cared about you.

He would love to surprise you at work one day with lunch or take you to your favourite places. Alas, that was among the list of things he unfortunately couldn't control but promised to do once he got out.

He had a section of notes dedicated to you and all the places he would take you, it's what he always hid against his chest anytime you tried peaking.

"You won't believe what I just did!" Those are the first words that escape your mouth in the most dramatic of ways as you practically burst into his room.

He jolts, his book now falling forgotten from his fingers, you'd startled him and you apologized. You weren't usually here at noon. So he welcomes your explanation with a warm smile and curious eyes.

"So I went to work this morning, and they called us all in for a meeting. I was expecting another spontaneous workshop about professional behaviour or something. They drop this huge bomb on us that the company is downsizing so they're laying off a third of the company and basically cutting everyone's salary in half." It all comes out in a single breath, so you give yourself some time to breathe.

Jungkook wasn't following, "This sounds like... bad news? Am I missing something? Why do you look so happy?"

"Because I quit my job. I've been thinking about what you said for a while now, about following my heart, and I think I've always been waiting for some kind of sign or opportunity to just go for it, so today was the day." Now that you'd finally gotten the jitters out, you pulled up a chair.

"I know it's crazy, I don't know what I was thinking, but I just got off the phone with one of the property managers of those empty studios downtown and it was all so exciting and I don't even know where I'm going to get the money but I think I can-"

Jungkook finally silenced you with his lips.

He kissed you.

His lips were soft as they worked against yours. You could feel him smile as the kiss deepened. You moved out of your chair to the bed without breaking contact. Pulling away briefly for air but resuming as though you couldn't be apart for more than a second.

You weren't sure when you'd ended up on top of him with Jungkook on his back and your hips grinding down onto his softly, still a bit cautious.

"You have-" He kisses down your neck, peppering kisses between his words, "-No idea-" His lips kissing right below your ear, "-How long I've wanted to kiss you." His teeth gently nibble on the skin of your ear causing a whine to escape your lips.

Suddenly there was a fast beeping and it was only getting faster.

A nurse walks in and you just about throw yourself off of Jungkook and onto the ground. "What's going on in here? Your heart rate was way too fast, Mr. Jeon." He bites his lip nervously while you get yourself on your feet.

"Sorry, Nurse Lynn. I was just trying some new exercises and I guess I got a bit carried away." He says the last part with a lustful look in his eye when he glances towards you.

Once she left you let your hand cover your mouth in pure shock, laughing uncontrollably. "Oh my god, I can't believe that just happened." Jungkook throws his head back onto the pillows with a heavy breath.

"Those nurses can't let me have shit in here. I can't even rub one out in the shower without them barging in." Your jaw drops, "It's happened more times than I'd like to speak about." The shame that seems to swallow him up makes you laugh even harder.

"How's the salon going?" He's the first to ask you once you walk out of the bathroom and your shoulders drop. Taking a seat beside him on the bed, "It's a lot harder than I thought it would be. My contractor is being a total pain in the ass, but at least it's starting to come together, look-"

You swipe through the photos of the empty studio that was now painted. "I can't wait to see it." He says, and you look away from the screen. Focusing on his beautiful brown eyes. "Me too." He steals a sweet kiss from you before resuming his swipe through your phone with a cheeky grin.

For the first time, you noticed how empty his left arm was compared to his right. His right arm was covered in tattoos that the two of you had spent nearly an hour talking about once, while his left arm was blank.

"Why don't you have any tattoos on your left arm?" He places down your phone, making eye contact with you once again. "I wanna save it for something special, something meaningful, like the Batman symbol." His nerdy remark makes you snort.

𓆩♡𓆪

"Hi Jungko-Oh." This was unusual.

Of all the times you'd visited Jungkook, there was probably only one other time where you'd caught him sleeping, although that was a late night. It was only sometime around 3 in the afternoon.

You didn't want to disturb him, so you left him a little sticky note for him to read when he wakes up. You didn't want him to think that you never came.

The following day the two of you were having a bit of a hard time getting Jungkook out of bed. "I thought you wanted to do some more walking?" You offer, standing with his walker but he laid back unmotivated.

"Not today, maybe another day. I'm just a bit tired." He mumbles and you nod, "Oh. Okay." But your heart wasn't settled, something was wrong.

The week continued with his slow responses and fatigue. "Are you okay?" He hums, his eyes shutting tight as he grunts softly. "Yeah, just got a bit of a headache, that's all. I'll be better by tomorrow." He reassures you, and you insist on getting him some water.

"Nurse Lynn." You call out for the Nurse as you cross paths as you return from refilling Jungkook's water bottle. She stops and begins to approach you. "Jungkook has been acting a bit off lately. He's been really tired and he says he has a headache and I just want to know if anything is going on."

You can see that she really begins to think about anything it could be. You follow her as she goes off to check his charts. Looking through the window, Jungkook had already fallen asleep.

"His numbers seem to be fine, but we'll keep a close eye on them tonight and run some tests in the morning." Leaving you with a reassuring hand on your shoulder, but you still didn't feel any better.

You went home to your parents' house. You'd moved back home after impulsively quitting your job since there was no way you'd be able to afford your old apartment anymore. Besides, this arrangement made the most sense.

Now you were able to save your money and focus on your salon. The salon Jungkook had inspired you to open, god you couldn't stop thinking about him. Something felt off.

"Y/n?" Your dad snaps his fingers in front of you, finally catching your attention. "Sorry- What?"

"Your mom and I were wondering if you'd be joining us for dinner or if you already ate." You shake your head slowly, "It's okay, I'm not hungry."

"Is everything okay?'' Your stretches her neck from where she sat on the couch. "I don't know. Jungkook's been acting off lately and I just don't know if everything is okay." Anyone who heard you could hear the worry that wavered in your tone. You wanted nothing more than for him to be okay.

"Oh, honey." Your parents hugged you and for a moment you felt like everything was going to be okay.

Until it wasn't.

It was around 2 in the morning when you'd gotten a call from Jungkook's mom.

He'd gone into a coma.

You didn't find yourself to be a religious person yet you found yourself praying to any god in the sky who was listening as you drove to the hospital that he would be okay.

Running through the halls, letting out careless apologies to those you nearly bumped into as you did so. "What happened?!" You say frantically, his mother was in no state to speak, her eyes were bloodshot and her lips quivered whenever she tried to speak.

Instead, his father took on the role to tell you, "The doctors said there were unforeseen complications from his accident. There was some inflammation in his brain that went undetected and was applying pressure to his brain stem which is why he was experiencing those headaches and fatigue. They've done all they can to reduce the swelling, but there's no guarantee he'll-"

His dad struggles to finish his sentence, choking up a bit himself at the possibility of Jungkook never waking up. "C-Can I see him?" You swallow back your tears and that sore feeling in your throat as you walk in slowly.

You didn't want to cry, but the moment you saw him hooked up to all those machines, the same ones he hated so much, the way his body lay so still, it broke you.

Your cries came out more as wails than anything else, you couldn't say anything but his name. You weren't just crying, you were begging, pleading with the gods to spare him.

"Y/n-" You hear his dad's voice behind you, catching you in his arms just as you fall to your knees. He could have never anticipated a reaction quite like this one. It seems he underestimated how much Jungkook meant to you.

Now he knows.

All his friends and family knew.

As they trickled in and out of Jungkook's hospital room over the following weeks they would see you sitting by his side, the same way you did all the days before.

His mom liked to say you were there more than Jungkook was. She knew he was lucky, he'd found something special with you. A kind of love that was rare to come across these days.

You spent every waking moment beside him until visiting hours were over, and would be back the next morning the moment they begin. Your parents told you to keep yourself busy with your salon and you tried, but how could you when everything inside reminded you of him?

Today was a quiet day, with no visitors or flowers for you to find space for as his room was filled. You focused on reading to him. You'd been told that hearing familiar voices can help to stimulate brain activity and you were willing to do anything.

"As Batman ran through the dark streets of Gotham-" You chuckled to yourself, unable to take the story seriously.

According to his parents, this was his favourite comic book growing up, and you'd been reading it to him for the last few days, and yet you still weren't interested in DC.

You rummaged through the bag of books you had on the side, your fingertips grasped the familiar cover that started it all. "The String of Fate" You mumble, a soft smile as the title takes you back to the night you met.

Back then he was nothing more than an opinionated patient on the loose, and now, he was everything.

You opened the book, going back to the page you'd bookmarked as a favourite. Deciding to read it out loud for the sake of Jungkook hearing your voice.

"In the garden of destiny, soulmates blossom, each petal a reflection of the other's beauty, each leaf a testament to their shared growth. Together, they tend to the soil of their dreams, nurturing them with the water of their love, as they chase the sunsets of tomorrow, hand in hand, forever intertwined."

Your voice began to shake halfway through, and your tears landed on every other word. You closed the book, placing it back in the bag so that you could take Jungkook's hands in yours.

"Please," You whispered, "I love you."

It was no surprise to anyone. You had nothing but love for the man who changed your world for the better. He had no idea how much space he takes up in your head, your heart. It's his, it belongs to him.

"Can we come in?" There are soft knocks on the door and you're pleasantly surprised to see Jin and your sister, assuming the baby was with your parents.

"Thank you for coming," You hug them both, "If there's someone important enough that you went MIA during my labour, then I have to meet him." Eunji says jokingly and you smile sadly, "I just wish you got to meet under better circumstances."

The days turned to night then day once again, and the pattern continued endlessly for the following month. It just continued to repeat in this painful process of dwindling hope.

Nothing could have prepared you for the devastating conversation with the doctor this morning.

"Please understand, during this difficult time, we have carefully monitored Jungkook's minimal brain activity. Given the duration of his coma and after our intensive examination of his condition, if there were indications for a potential recovery leading to him waking up, we would have observed signs by now. I know this news is incredibly challenging to hear but-"

His mother wept.

"We're so sorry." The doctor says as if it was rehearsed, you couldn't imagine how many times he'd had to give such gut-wrenching news to other families.

You listened with a broken heart, unable to cry. You were all out of tears. You'd cried and cried your heart out all month, you couldn't bear the thought of it all being for such a tragic conclusion.

That was almost a week ago, you'd remained by Jungkook's side regardless. Never leaving, not moving.

"Y/n, Honey. You've been here all day, when's the last time you ate something, hm?" His mom gently tilted your chin upwards, you looked pale in colour and your eyes were dull with sorrow.

"I don't know, Tuesday maybe?"

It's Thursday night.

"Go." She orders, and you know that tone. She wasn't willing to negotiate this with you. She'd begun to care for you like a daughter of her own, and as much as she respected and adored your dedication to her son, it was just as important that you were healthy.

Still following Jungkook's advice, you avoided most of the shops in the cafeteria except for a select few that he deemed sanitary. Sitting at one of the tables by yourself, you poked at your food, not all that hungry but you took bites anyway.

Taking a long sip from your water bottle you ignored the buzzing from your phone. You're sure it's just the contractors giving you a hard time again. You were set to open in a few months from now and you'd never felt more grateful for your mom stepping in to help while you were.. away.

Your phone buzzes once more, you finally check the messages.

Ever since that night, every time Mrs. Jeon messaged you, it left you with a pit in your stomach, quite like the one in your stomach right now.

She was calling you back to Jungkook's room immediately.

Completely abandoning your half-eaten meal on the table as you rushed back up to the room you'd begun to know like the back of your hand.

There his parents were, teary-eyed as they sat outside his room, making calls and texting loved ones. Soon you saw a team of nurses walking out of his room with some medical technology that you're sure had very complicated names and--

Oh no.

Your brain was putting the pieces together. What was once a pit had evolved into a full-fledged sinkhole. Your hands were shaking as you walked into the room, eyes landing on his body, not expecting to meet his familiar brown orbs.

They blinked at you slowly. Just like the first time you'd visited, they smiled before his lips did. "There she is," His voice was weak, understandably but it still had that softness to it.

Your body was overwhelmed and unable to make any coherent sounds. You were standing still as a statue. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to stop your lips from quivering but you couldn't stop it.

Your breathing became shallow and the sound of your heart drumming in your ears seemed much louder than it did a minute ago. You felt like your eyes were playing tricks on you.

"Is it-" Your voice airy and broken, not wanting this to be a dream. You so desperately needed this to be real. He nods slowly with a grin, "It's me." Just when you thought you had no more tears left, there were more spilling down your cheeks.

Finally picking up your feet and walking over to him with broken sobs, meeting him at the side of the bed. On your knees with his arms around you while you held him in yours. "I thought I lost you." You swat him with teary eyes and a small laugh.

"You can never lose me, Y/n, and I want to make sure of that." He says, and your head tilts instinctively. "What do you mean?"

"Marry me."

Eyes wide and your mouth nearly kissing the floor.

"You can't be serious," Oh how you hoped he was serious.

"You've been by my side every step of the way. When I walk through those hospital doors one last time, I want to be beside the woman I love. Let me spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you've made me." Now he was the one getting misty eyes.

Your mouth struggled to keep up with the eager nodding of your head. "Yes." Holding his face in your hands and kissing him like you'd longed to do for weeks.

Finally.

"Wait- You don't have a ring," Jungkook leans slightly for the box of band-aids on the side table. "Jungkook, I don't need-'' Your efforts go in vain as he shushes you kindly, taping the band-aid around your ring finer.

"It's symbolic for now until I can get you the real thing."

Nothing could have prepared you for the busy year ahead of you. Between visiting Jungkook, opening a salon and planning a wedding things were beginning to get chaotic but it all seemed to fade in importance once Jungkook finally got to go home.

And you were right, he was home just in time for Thanksgiving, and he had a lot to be thankful for. He made that clear during his speech at your parents' annual Thanksgiving dinner.

The fact he was able to stand for it was reason enough. Although he wasn't able to walk far distances, he was improving every day, and it just warmed your heart.

Your speech wasn't nearly as tear-jerking as Jungkook's was, but you still had a lot to be grateful for. Just looking around the table from where you stood, smiling at your parents, your sister with Jin and Seol-a, Jungkook's parents, and Jungkook, of course.

Everything you ever wanted was right in front of you.

Keeping your speech short and sweet, "And I know she's grateful for that huge rock on her finger." Eunji whispers loudly causing the table to erupt in a fit of giggles, the tips of your ears turn red as you smile shyly.

From Thanksgiving to the opening day of your Salon. Staring up to look at your name written out in a cursive font across the top of the building you were in awe. "Pinch me," you mutter sarcastically, not expecting Jungkook to actually pinch you.

With a pout you rubbed the pink mark he left on your arm as the two of you walked into the moderately busy salon. Your mom had sent out flyers and emails about the opening day all season.

You wouldn't have been able to do it without her.

"I'm so proud of you," Jungkook whispers and you turn to face him with the look of a puppy. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you," He shakes his head, "I didn't do anything. This was all you, all you had to do was listen to your heart." Giving him one of those upside-down smiles you wrap your arms around him, talking into his chest.

"I can't wait to marry you."

Before you knew it, the wait was over.

Today is the day.

You could only stress about one day so much, you'd gone over every last detail down to the very inch and you were sure it was going to be perfect, after all, you'd had it all planned out in your head since you were 7 and Jungkook was more than happy oblige, 'as long as I get to marry you', he would say.

Your wedding was beautiful, it left your guests breathless the moment they entered the venue and the ceremony hadn't even begun yet.

Your wedding had its own special and heartfelt twist to it. Instead of Jungkook standing ready at the altar, he had the honour of picking a heartfelt song to walk down the aisle to with no arm crutches or wheelchair to support him. Nothing but his parents on either side holding one of his arms.

Some of the audience cheered while some let their tears fall quietly, knowing how far Jungkook had come to get to this point. Once he made it to the front, his best man, Jimin, handed him his arm crutches once again.

Soon the rest of the bridal party had made their way down the aisle, prompting the audience to stand. All heads turned to the grand double doors that soon opened as a romantic instrumental of "Look After You" began to play.

Jungkook could hardly see you from the distance he was standing but just knowing that you were walking towards him had him choking up already.

By the time he really could see you, he couldn't. His eyes are cloudy with tears until Jimin hands him his pocket square to wipe his eyes. Blinking the rest of his tears away, he smiles at you.

You looked beautiful.

Like God's most perfect creation sent down from heaven. There you were, smiling back at him with those angel eyes of yours. It would be a lie to say you didn't want to cry but the last thing you wanted was to ruin your makeup.

However, you weren't so strong when it came time to listen to Jungkook's vows after just finishing yours.

"You once asked me if I believed in soulmates, and I remember saying it was a load of crap. I had no idea they were sitting right in front of me. Your unconditional and unchanging demonstration of love has completely changed me from the inside out. Through you, I breathe again, and for you, my heart beats. Today, I give you more than just my word. I give you mind, I give you my soul, my everything. I pray from this day forward we will chase the sunsets of tomorrow, hand in hand, forever."

The last part he recites from the passage of your book you'd read to him while he was still unconscious. Your makeup is now a victim to the stream of hot, salty tears that flowed from your eyes, "You heard me." You say just loud enough for only him to hear you. He smiles. "I heard you."

With no more tears and the unravelling of a touching ceremony,

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

This was it. The moment Jungkook had been anticipating for months. Unclipping himself from the crutches around his arms, he hands them to Jimin.

He stretches out his arms dramatically, pretending to crack his neck.

Carefully taking your face in his hands, knowing how important it was to you that he didn't smudge anything, but your lipstick was going to need some reapplication after the way he pivoted and swooped you down for the most passionate of kisses.

The kind where your leg raises in the air while the photographer gets the money shot, capturing the bright smiles all around.

As if it was possible, the reception was even better than the ceremony. The toasts were both funny and touching. All eyes were on the happy couple who sat at their special table on the elevated platform for all to see.

Unable to hear what was being said but they could only assume it was something heartfelt based on the way your hands had clasped over your mouth.

Jungkook had just rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, showing you a new tattoo that you'd never seen. It was a delicate dark vine that wrapped around his forearm, with blossoming flowers, encircling the words 'Garden of Destiny', just like from your book.

"Are those-" You point to the types of flowers, "Tiger Lilies and Cosmos, your birth flower? Yeah." You pout, "Please don't cry, you'll be so upset if you ruin your makeup." He gently moves a loose strand of your hair from your face with the same hand you'd just been examining, and that's when it hits you.

"It's on your left arm." He grins,

"Of course it is."

𓆩♡𓆪This was only supposed to be 900 words. oops. 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 mentions and reblogs are always appreciated <3

#bts #jungkook #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook ff #jungkook x reader #bts one shot #jungkook fic recs #bts jungkook #jungkook angst #bts scenarios #bts imagines #imagines #btsscenarios

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6ix9inewiturmom · 1 year ago

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Rated R Video (Chris’ Version) Part One

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Summary: You and chris are dating and you got invited for a special edition car video which slowly turns into chris doing everything you asked for! Chris x Fem Reader!!

Warnings: Cursing, talking of sexual acts, use of Y/N

A/N: here’s a chris version for yall chris girlys!! lemme know how yall like this one!! part 2 will be smutty so :)

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me and chris have been dating for a little over a 2 years now, chris was was absolutely perfect in every way known to man, but chris had only had 1 body before me so needless to say he a couple things to learn. his fans knew about us since about 6 months in, and i mean obviously we’ve had sex but it’s not like we’ve shared it with all 6 million of them but matt and chris thought it was a good idea to make a ‘Rated R’ video about all three of them (chris and i being a package deal) and their ‘personal’ life regarding sex mostly… i mean i was down if chris was down and boy ive only ever heard him say yes quicker then when he asked me if i was down to join the video… let’s just say nervous was not even close to what i was feeling.

“IM SITTING NEXT TO Y/N” nick yells across the parking lot of target that the boys suggested on filming in

chris rolls his eyes “she’s MY girlfriend and considering the topic don’t you think i should sit next to her?”

i laugh softly “you guys have assigned seats in the car chris, i’ll sit next to nick, don’t worry”

chris hugs me quickly placing a soft kiss on my head before entering the passenger side of the car sitting next to matt and i sit in the passenger rear seat behind him next to nick. matt sets up the camera and presses record.

“HELLO COOL CATS AND KITTENS” nick jokes

“please never start a video like that again” chris can’t help but laugh

“grumpy.. BUT since we talked about a rated R video you guys absolutely blew up talking about it on tiktok and every other form of social media so you ask and shall receive!” nick starts “BUT today we have a very special and important person in the car today.. shes my version of an ‘IT girl’ and i love her to DEATH… Y/N!” nick continues

“hiiii” i say shyly waving towards the camera

“she’s also my girlfriend nick” chris turns around and looks at nick and i with a smirk

nick brings me into a hug and holding me like a child “you know.. CHRISTOPHER… without me yall wouldn’t even know each other” nick says while petting my head in a joking manner

“okay first off, chris turn around. second nick let go of Y/N she looks like she suffocated by the way your holding her” matt spits but with a smile on his face

“okay tuff guy” nick lets me go and i get readjusted to my seat “so i asked you guys to send me some deep questions for us to answer…let’s just say there’s a LOTTT… so let’s get horny shall we” nick smirks doing a little shimmy with his shoulders.

“never say that again” matt breaths out in between laughs

“do any of you guys own any sex toys” nick says with the straightest face i’ve seen

“Y/N owns a vibrator” chris speaks up for me. i move my arm from my side and give him a light slap on his arm.

“well thank too chris for answering a question for me… might as well tell em the color” i laugh out loud

“AND ITS PINK WITH A LITTLE SPARKLE TO IT” chris yells a little too loud so again i give him another slap on his arm

“that was rhetorical chris…” i say shaking my head smiling

“you know i love Y/N like a sister and all considering she’s gonna marry my brother and all but im not sure how long i can sit through this video” nick says laughing

“matt do you own anything” chris says turning his flashlight on to interrogate him

“it’s just me and my left hand as far as i know” matt says holding up his left hand and moving it a little in a motion of ‘jerking off’

“OKAY NEXT QUESTION” nick stops matt abruptly “deepest sexual fantasies” nick looks up from his phone wiggling his eyes brow’s

“WELL mine would be letting my freak flags fly and go all freaky on my girlfriend” chris says smirking and shimmying in the passenger seat as a blush of embarrassment creeps up on my lips

“Y/N your turn” chris turns around to look at me with a deep stare

“ummm well i uh told chris anything he wanted to try sexually” i cringe “i would be down” i shrug my shoulders

“you don’t have ONE deep dark sexual fantasy in that brain of yours” nick questions

“well i guess to be fully submissive to someone i guess…i don’t know tho” i nervously laugh as i look up and see chris nodding his head and turning around

“matt? go on” chris says slapping matt on the arm

“not gonna lie same as chris but im single so one day” chris lets out a playful scream and attempts to dab up matt before nick places his hand in between the two

“that’s not something to dab someone up for ya freaks” nick laughs out

“NEXT QUESTIONNNN” nick says in a sing songy voice “okay most of these are about chris and matt.. really weird…” nick says almost gagging

“no way let me see” chris snatches the phone from nick “OH MY GOD” chris yells making the entire car jump

“i told you jackass” nick snatches his phone back “OOO OKAY A JUICY ONE… how many times in one night have you done it” nick smiles

chris smiles devilishly “6” he says a little too loud and proud

“UMMM Y/N SIX FUCKING TIMES?!?!” nick says turning to me quickly

“WHATTT… you guys were in boston for 3 weeks.. i’m a woman with needs” i hold my hands up trying to defend myself and laughing

“yeah most i’ve ever done is 3…” matt says smiling at chris “you got me beat by DOUBLED” matt dabs up chris

“chris can you not” i laugh at chris

“sorry ma” he smiles at me softly before chuckling

“okay yeah on THAT note thank you guys for tuning in on this adventure of information that even i didn’t wanna know BYE EVERYONE” nick laughs as matt grabs the camera zooming into chris

“i’m gonna get laid” chris says smirking and i slap his arm AGAIN playfully

“Christopher Owen.. shush” i laugh as matt ends the video clicking the red button on the top of the camera

there was a bit of silence in the car as matt was pulling out of the parking lot that was until nick says the most out of pocket thing he’s said to me since i’ve known him

“you know if Y/N was a vibrator she would be a pink and sparkly one.. so her having one is so Y/N coded” he had the straightest face ever plastered on his face as i burry my face in my hands.

“hey don’t talk about Jennifer like that” chris laughs

“YOU NAMMED YOUR VIBRATOR JENNIFER??” nick snaps his head around to look at me

“chris over sharing is a thing and im pretty sure you have a doctorate degree in it” i say muffled in my hands

matt turns up the radio for the rest of the drive but i hear a ping from my phone as i lift it up unlocking it and noticing chris texted me… why would he text me while being in the same car.

“You won’t be walking for the next week when we get home” chris’ message read and i immediately subconsciously press my thighs together and flip my phone over and turn it downwards trying to hide my blush on my lips.

we arrived at the triplets shared home and i’ve never seen chris get out of the car so quickly and dragging my hand out of the garage.

“we’re so tired so we’re gonna go to bed love ya guys” chris yells while practically running upstairs to our shared bedroom and throwing me on the bed letting a yelp escape my lips.

“i wasn’t kidding Y/N.. you’re gonna count how many times i can make you cum in one night” chris says sternly causing a rush of wetness and heat to my core.

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HERES PART 1 OF RATED R VIDEO CHRIS VERSION!! LEMME KNOW HOW YALL LIKED THIS ONE! i tried to make it different from matt’s but LEMME KNOW! it’s a little

short but i didn’t wanna make it exactly like matt’s version but stay tuned for part 2… she’s a working progress BUTTT she’s SMUTTY

#Spotify #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets

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lerclan · 11 months ago

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a month | charles leclerc

type: written + smau

pairing(s): childhood best friend!reader x charles leclerc

summary: charles confessed his feelings for you after you two hung out on a random day, but you werent really sure if you felt the same way or not; so he proposed a suggestion that you were willing to do.

warning(s): readers a nasty girl, suggestive

fc: random girlies off of pinterest!

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"y/n, ive liked you for nearly a year now and you might be wondering why im confessing out of the blue, but i just wanted to let you know since its been suffocating me this whole time. the way i couldnt say anything too harsh when you were dating your bum ex because i was afraid you would hate me for the rest of your life, but enough of that. if you dont feel the same way...i hope that we still remain friends with the same banter we have now.." charles confesses as you look at him with emotions you couldnt quite express.

you guys were on the beach, the sunset in full view, the blanket on the sand with empty wine glasses and plates, the speaker playing a song you both did not add to the playlist, and hearing random people hold conversations as they pass by you.

"charles..." he looks at you dearly and youve never noticed till now, but he had always looked at you like that and you felt dumb realizing it just now.

"yes..?" he stares into your eyes lovingly as he eagerly awaits to what your answer would be.

you stare back into his eyes that had the sunset illuminating in it, making his eyes the most beautiful thing right now; apart from his face that also had the sunsets ambiance painted perfectly on his elegant features.

"i..." you hesitate on what to say, "im not sure..."

"youre not sure? so is this your way of saying no...?" he asks, desperate eyes wanting a fast response before he embarrasses himself.

"no!" you quickly say as his shoulders ease up, "i meant it as in like...im not quite sure about my feelings for you."

"how about we date for a limited period of time?" he suggests as your left brow lifts up in confusion.

"why?" you ask, completely confuse.

"to see if you truly have feelings for me and its not out of pity." he smiles at you and you felt like your heart melted on the spot.

"how long would we date for?" you ask again.

"A month and if you dont have feelings for me by the end of the time limit, then we can go back to being friends or strangers..." he explains as you nod your head along, finally understanding it, "and if you want to end it early, you have the freedom to do so. what do you say?" he takes out his hand for a handshake.

"that sounds good, charles." you take your hand in his for a handshake.

you both feel a fresh breeze soothe in; making your hair cover your face, but before you could move it, charles had already pushed your hair out of your face and tucked it in behind your ears. lub-dub.

"sooo...do we start now or what?" you ask as he chuckles.

"we can start tomorrow if you want, mon cheri. this might a little too much for you in one night." he sweetly smiles at you before he gets up, "lets call it a night for now? we have to head to the circuit tomorrow." you nod your head and now it was your turn to stand up.

the two of you cleaned up your area before you headed out to his car ready to leave.

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y_n he jokingly told me to go sit in the back because leo was passenger princess (i dont think he was joking...😟)

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maxverstappen1 i dont think he was either...

y_n i know he was jealous when leo was cuddled up w me and sleeping

charles_leclerc i almost stopped the car and let you drive instead...😒

y_n JUST MAD HE LIKES ME BETTER ✋😝🤚

charles_leclerc yeah i am thats why im pushing you to the bushes.

maxverstappen1 HAHAHA I JUST SAW THAT 🤣🤣

user1 STOP NOT MAX WITNESSING Y/NS ATTEMPTED MURDER 😭😭😭

y_n I DIDNT EVEN GET DONE READING AND ALL OF A SUDDEN I BLINK IM IN THE BUSHES 😟😟😟

charles_leclerc I TOOK A VIDEO 🤣🤣🤣

y_n NO YOU DIDNT CHARLES 🫵 NO YOU DIDNT 🫵

charles_leclerc YES I DID 🙈

y_n 🤬🤬🤬🤬

user1 the chaos under maxs comment 😭😭

user2 IKR I ALMOST PEED MYSELF 💀

user2 Y/N STRAIGHT UP GOT VIOLATED WHILE MAX SAW THE WHOLE THING 😭😭😭

y_n THEY ARE SO MEAN

charles_leclerc so cute ❤️

y_n awhh thank you ☺️❤️

charles_leclerc i meant leo...but you too! 😊

y_n WTV DONT SPEAK TO ME 😒😒😒

landonorris yeah id act the same way too after that.

maxverstappen1 the audacity...

y_n YOU ACT LIKE YOU WOULDNT DO THE SAME IF I POSTED YOUR CATS

maxverstappen1 youre right, my bad. 😉

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y_n replied to charles_leclercs story

y_n IK YOU DID NOT.

charles_leclerc IT WAS TOO FUNNY TO NOT POST IM SORRY BABE

y_n DONT BABE ME RN I WAS MURDERED. 😟

y_n now im starting to doubt if you really like me or not 😡

charles_leclerc noooo :(

charles_leclerc dont ever doubt such a thing. i promise ill be sweeter ❤️😊

y_n uh huh 🙄

charles_leclerc youll see, mon cherie 🙈

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maxverstappen1 still cannot believe you did that to your lover

charles_leclerc even tho i was the one that confessed, i still cant break out of my habit on teasing her 😔

maxverstappen1 thats true friendship right there

maxverstappen1 maybe youll break out of it one day

charles_leclerc perchance 😔😔

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"here you go, my lady." charles says as he opens the car door for you.

after everything happened in the morning, you were jokingly salty about getting pushed into the bushes after charles confessed his love to you the day before, but charles felt bad after you said you had doubts about his love for you. to make it up, he promised to take you out to dinner.

"why thank you, sir." you got out and did a little curtsy to which he found cute and does a bow in return, "oh you are so adorable." you smile from ear to ear.

"i should be saying that to you, cutie." he says leading you to the restaurant where he reserved you both a nice spot he often sits at since it had a nice view.

you guys sat down and started conversing with one another and stopping every time a waiter came to you guys to ask questions, but after theyre done you would converse again about random things like: 'best hairstyle?' 'would you survive as a cook if gordon ramsay was your head chef?' and many more.

the time passed by too quick and you guys were already done with your food. you both made your way out of the restaurant and waited outside for charles car to arrive since it was parked somewhere else.

"that was really great, charles. i had fun." you smile shyly as he chuckles.

"sooo first date gone right?" he asks as you laugh.

"yeah, apart from this morning." you joked as he laughs.

"i guess im just so used to teasing you often. it was some sort of reflex, will work on it though..." he says putting out his hand as you laid your hand on his, "mon amour." he kissed your hand as you look away trying to hide your expression.

"i dont mind the teasing honestly, it would be unfair if i was the only one doing it and you arent doing it back to me." you say as you chuckle finally looking him in the eyes.

"youre right. plus i dont really know if i wouldve broken out of that habit." you both laugh out loud while hitting each other.

the car eventually arrives while you two were hugging and flipping each other off, having fun in general, and it was time for the both of you to drive off and depart. during the car ride there were two new things you noticed: one, charles let you have the aux and two, he held your hand the whole way to your home.

it was only the first day and your heart and mind already knew the answer.

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f1wagnews charles leclerc and y/n l/n spotted together being lovey and hugging each other! there are already rumors speculating that the two of them are already dating, but some just say its the childhood best friend bond that they both have.

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user1 guys theyd lowkey be cute tho...idk ive been cheering for y/n to be with charles ever since i knew abt them being close 😭

user2 FRRR LIKE THE GENUINE BOND THEY HAVE.

user3 how both of them go from hugging to charles flipping her off and y/n sticking out her tongue...I NEED THIS TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP 😭🙈

user4 idk guys im kinda with alexandra on this one. i only see a friendship dynamic between y/n and charles, but when hes with alex, i see puppy love 💕☺️

user3 i was team alex but i havent seen her around the paddocks lately after what she did to y/n. it was also rumored that shes dating a football player, so im not really sure that her and charles are friends anymore. charles blocked her im pretty sure.

user5 WHATTT??? I DID NOT KNOW THIS. WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN HER AND Y/N???

user3 YEAHH I LEARNED ABOUT IT LAST WEEK 😭😭 so basically alex has been cold to y/n the whole time they interacted and would give her compliments that were clearly backhanded and ofc y/n had enough of it because she genuinely wanted to befriend alex but ig alex was jealous of y/ns friendship w charles and she straight up just started lashing out on y/n and charles walked in and defended y/n then everything just went crazy. i can tag you in the post i saw.

user5 omg that is crazyyyy. no wonder alex was reposting about girl best friend hate tiktoks 😭

user1 YEAHH I WAS WONDERING WHO IT WAS FOR BUT IG IK NOW 😭😭😭

user1 i mean y/n cant really help it since they quite literally grew up together, bathed together when they were kids, and were around each other 24/7 due to their mothers being close. ik this girl is sick of male drivers rn because thats what she mostly grew up with. thats why shes also close to max, somebody fr get this girl a girl best friend 😔😭

user2 REAL. like this girl was just happy she had somebody in the paddock to be friends with and is a girl that was friends with charles because y/n cannot socialize with the wags in the paddocks to save herself, but that whole thing went down. shes also talked about how she would set charles up on dates hoping he would find the love of his life and then she would take his love of his love and make her her girl. give my girl a chanceeee 😭

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charles_leclerc the pizza was somehow edible 😇

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maxverstappen1 that looks like a ball sack if you turn it upside down

charles_leclerc @/y_n I TOLD YOU.

y_n GOSH YOU GUYS ARE SUCH BOYS

maxverstappen1 i mean..we are...

y_n i need girl friends 😔

charles_leclerc are you feeling sick of your boyfriendalready? 🙁

y_n after what you added on to your pizza after you turned it upside down...maybe charles 😔😔

user3 the little typing error is making me delusional but we all know what he meant 😭

user1 fr his space just completely stopped 😭😭

landonorris y/nnnnn lets hangout when???

y_n tomorrow!!!!

landonorris yayyy ❤️

y_n ❤️❤️❤️

user5 wait a minute...

user1 HOLD AWWWNNN.

user5 guys are lando and y/n dating? 😭

user1 my charles x y/n ship is slowly sinking as im reading the comment

y_n YEAH NO WONDER YOU WERE LAUGHING AT ME WHEN YOU WERE CHECKING MY BACK. GOT A WHOLE HAND ON MY BACK MATE

charles_leclerc HAHAHA 🤣🤣

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"come on babe...are you really mad at me?" you ask him as he turns his head around, completely ignoring you.

its been 2 weeks since you guys started "dating" and so far no one really knows you guys are a thing, only rumors here and there which are quickly shut down by the fact that we are close childhood friends.

"charles, sweetie, its just an emoji." you say to him as he still gives you a cold shoulder.

whats happening now is that: charles posted on his instagram last night, looked at the comments, and saw what lando commented and what you replied with.

"if its just an emoji, why is it the symbol of love then?" he bitterly says, "also its not the emoji. its how the people reacted...theyre probably thinking you and lando are a thing."

"eugh, lando? babe...be for real and think that through. hes like my little brother..and plus it doesnt matter what other people think." you say walking up to him.

"well i care, y/n..." he frowns a little but turns around to look at you.

"awhhh is charlie jealous?" you ask him with a smile as he rolls his eyes.

"of course i a–" you cut him off with a kiss, to which he reciprocates.

"well dont be, mon tresor. im with you right now arent i?" he nods his head, "so spend time with me instead of giving me the silent treatment."

the both of you stare into each others eyes, deep in thought, not wanting to break contact or ruin the moment, but after a while; you straddle his lap so you could be closer to him. after you positioned yourself properly, you start to trace his features with your eyes. noticing the way his pupils dilate when he looks at you, his beautiful dimples that slowly appears as he smiles, and the way his lashes look so luscious and dreamy whenever he blinks. eventually, you leaned in for a kiss to which he quickly responds to and the night quickly turns into a blur right after that.

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maxverstappen1 knew you were a freak

y_n learned from the best 😊

maxverstappen1 did you do the hawk tuah on it?

y_n MAX GET IUT OF HERHWHW WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT

danielricciardo it was not me.

maxverstappen1 it was you.

y_n DANNY WHEN I CATCH YOU I SWEAR

charles_leclerc whats a "hawk tuah" 🤨?

danielricciardo ill demonstrate it for you next race😏😏 ❤️ liked by author

y_n LMFAOOAHDJW

user6 SAINT LAURENT CONDOMS???? ARE YOU GETTING FREAKY WITH BILL GATES???

y_n IKR SHOULDA SEEN MY FACE. I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THEY WAS FREAKY RICH LIKE THAT...

landonorris YOUR LINGERIE ON THE LAMP??? TMI Y/N. TMI.

y_n somebody matched my freak im sorry

user1 HER VERSION OF A SOFT LAUNCH IM CRYINGGGG 😭😭😭

user2 WE LOST A BADDIE

user5 y/n this isnt you honey come home the kids miss you

charles_leclerc SOMEBODY MATCHED YOUR FREAK???

y_n matched it a little too well...ive been limping...

charles_leclerc no wonder i had to carry you.

user3 CHARLES LMFAOO 😭😭

user1 DIDNT EVEN KNOW THE REASON WHY HE WAS CARRYING HER 😭

user3 watch it be lando goodbyeee 😭

user6 BABE PLEASE THIS ISNT HOW YOU SOFT LAUNCH THIS IS ATTEMPTED MURDER 😔😔😔

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the day came and it had been officially a month since you guys started the deal charles had offered, and to be fair during the month when you guys were together; you slowly forgot about the deal you had agreed to and just fully accepted your love for charles.

both of you are now at the very same spot where he had offered the deal to you and confessed his undying love for you. the place where it all began.

"y/n...." charles says mumbling into your neck.

"yes, charles?" you respond, brushing his hair with your fingers as the waves sang in melody.

"you know why i brought you here right?" he lifts up his head to face you completely.

"uhm...to have a...picnic date?" you answer, completely oblivious to the answer of the question he asked.

"what did we have a deal on a month ago?" he chuckles at your response, giving a hint.

"oh...OH!" you say with a shocked expression.

"since you know now...whats your answer going to be, y/n?" he asks completely fearful about your answer.

"you should know by now, charles." you say to him as a brow lifts up from his face.

"no, no i do not know. what is the answer?" he asks again now scared seeing your face hold no expression.

"look at the ocean, leclerc." you say as he obediently does what he was asked.

"what is the matter with the oce—" you cut him off with a kiss as he turned around to ask you a question. it shocked him a bit, but kisses you back; gently.

you guys kissed for a while until you pulled back gasping for air as his lips follow yours in suit to which you put a finger on, pushing his head back.

"let me catch my breath, mon tresor..." you exhale quietly after your sentence.

during the time you were catching your breath, charles was fixated by you. the way your hair fell perfectly in front of your face, your swollen lips, how your chest heaved up and down softly...yet erotically, and just how you looked in general with the moon shining down on you. giving you the most ethereal look that photographers wish to take a picture of.

you look up finally and you make eye contact.

"so whats your answer..." charles quietly asks as you chuckle.

"that wasnt enough of an answer?" he shakes his head as you giggle, "yes, charles. my answer is yes...it has been my answer since day one; i wasnt quite sure...but im quite definitely sure now." you smile at him as you give him a peck.

out of nowhere charles stands up and runs to the water, yelling and splashing in joy. you stand up quickly taking off in a sprint to go join in with your, now, boyfriend.

the beautiful melody the waves sang suddenly sounded more beautiful with the collaboration of splashes and pure laughter harmonizing with the waves by you and your lover, charles.

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charles_leclerc a month? @/y_n

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y_n yes, a month. ❤️ @/charles_leclerc

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authors note(s): WOOP WOOP FIRST LECLERC SMAU HOW WE FEELINGGF

thank you sm for the crazy support!!!! im still trying to figure out how tumblr works...but i think im slowly getting the hang of it..maybe...

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too-deviant · 1 year ago

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jackie and wilson.

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pairing: luke castellan x unclaimed!reader

summary: you haven't been given a quest, but you have made it your personal mission to make luke castellan smile

word count: 6.2k

content: very juicy chapter. is all im gonnna say.

notes: i cant stay mad at my otps i fear

PART IV — better yet, she wouldn’t care

“If I have to hear one more handjob joke, I’m gonna lose it. So please tell me you have good news.”

Lee Fletcher’s dark blue eyes flitted up to yours, his lashes tickling just under his eyebrow when he did. His hands were fiddling with the bandage that wrapped around your hand, but they slowed when you spoke, “Bare with me, newbie.”

You sighed deeply, fighting the urge to fall back onto the cot that you were sitting on — you’d had the stupid bandage wrapped around your hand and wrist for what felt like eternity, but was really only five days. You should be thankful, really, since the last time you’d broken your wrist you’d been walking around with a thick blue cast on for a month, but you couldn’t help but be a little peeved. Capture the flag was today, and you hadn’t trained nearly as much as the others had due to your injury — when you probably should’ve been training twice as much, only because you were new and unfamiliar with the game.

It was their fault for hyping it up; if they had just shut up about it, you wouldn’t have been as excited about taking part, broken wrist or not. But alas, demigods were barbarians — barbarians who thirsted to beat each other up in a controlled battle. Barbarians who didn’t have any regard for the new camper when they were climbing all over each other to see the freshly posted team setup, and trampled all over their perfectly good wrist.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been standing right in front of the notice board.” Luke had been saying all week.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have asked me to accompany you there, then.” You replied every time.

Lee narrowed his gaze, flipping your hand around carefully in his, kneading at curtain parts of your skin while checking you for reactions. When you showcased nothing but annoyance at your own shit luck, he leaned back with a cheeky smile, “Well, it’s looking good. I don’t think you need this anymore.”

He lifted up the knot of bandage he’d removed from your hand and threw it with perfect precision into the trash can on the other side of the room, before turning and grinning at you. You couldn’t help but grin back, “You’re the best.”

“I’m told.” He shrugged, feigning a humble demeanour. You stood, and he did so with you, looking at you pointedly, “But you should still take it easy today. It’s your first game, and you’ve been here for a week. Nobody is gonna judge you for stepping back today.”

You scoffed, rolling your newly healed wrist around with a small smile, “I’m not stepping back for shit, Fletcher. I’m beating the hell out of Chris Rodriguez.”

“He’s on your team.”

“I don’t care.” You rebutted. Lee rolled his eyes, but ultimately let you off with a wave. “See you later!”

The past five days had been fairly tame. When the team setup was posted on Sunday afternoon, everyone went immediately into prep mode for the game. You knew they took it seriously, but you didn’t realise how seriously they did until you found yourself being pulled out of your sleeping bag at five in the morning so you could get a headstart on training with Luke. Although you didn’t see the relevance — after you’d broken your wrist, the boy hadn’t even let you look at a spear, so you woke up at the asscrack of dawn to…sit around and watch him train.

Thankfully, Hermes had paired up with Ares for once, and Clarisse wasn’t letting you off easily. Whenever she could, she was dragging you to the arena and teaching you how to fight one-handed. So you were more than ready, skipping down the infirmary steps with an easy smile.

“I think I see you here more than I see you anywhere else.”

You paused, looking up and spotting Evan, leaning gently on the porch railing. You rounded the steps and stopped in front of him, “Hey. I’ve only been here twice.”

“In…” He checked his imaginary watch, “One week. That’s gotta be a record.”

You narrowed your eyes jokingly, “Okay. I’m still learning, leave me alone.”

“We’ll see how much you’ve learnt later today.” He quipped, running a hand through his hair. He smirked at you, “Good luck.”

“Thanks.” You slid out, sarcasm evident in your tone. He laughed, and you smiled, rolling your eyes.

“Come on, clumsy. Let’s get to training.” He began to walk off, and you followed, presumably to where the Hermes team were gathering for last minute preparations.

For this game, they’d paired up with Ares and Athena, Apollo taking lead for the blue team with Hephaestus and Aphrodite. Red team also had Demeter, and the boys of cabin twelve were on the blue team. It seemed like a pretty good split; or at least you thought it was, judging by the reactions of everyone when they read the pamphlet. You might have been reading it wrong, though. After all, you were crying out in pain and cradling a shattered wrist when it happened.

Athena was always a good cabin to pair up with, was what Evie had told you when she was taking your measurements for armour. You presumed so, goddess of war and all. But you were a little wary about the Cabin Ten girls — Aphrodite was also a warrior goddess, after all.

Evan led you around the back of the pegasi stables and through a mudded path. The only reason you hadn’t taken off running in fear that he was leading you to your imminent death was because the wood nymphs were out and about, milling around like bodyguards. They eyed you up at first, but a few of them recognised you from your impromptu baseball session with Luke last week and told them to back off.

“Here she is, the woman of the hour!” Clarisse exclaimed when she saw you break through the trees. A few people glanced back and smiled at you politely, a sentiment you returned as Evan led you to the front of the crowd where she stood.

Luke was beside her, and only nodded at you. You nodded back, a glimmer in your eyes that made his hands twitch.

“Okay, now that our whole team is in attendance, we can begin.” The Ares girl said, conviction prominent in her voice. She was made to lead, that much was obvious. “You all know the deal. I won’t repeat it, not with the blue team so close by, but…” She sent a meaningful look around the whole crew, “You know where to go. We’ve been practising this, and in a couple of hours it’ll be time to bring home yet another win.”

“It’s pretty much all in the cards for us.” Luke cropped himself into the speech, “Cabin Nine have their special machinery but we’ve got wit, power and numbers. We’ll be fine.”

“Speaking of cabin nine.” Clarisse hopped down from the wooden crate she was standing on, “I grabbed this from them just before the teams went up. Had to make sure they didn’t sabotage it.”

She pulled a long spear out from behind some other boxes, and let it shimmer in the light. It was beautiful, and you couldn’t keep your eyes away from it. Despite it being made from celestial bronze, the forger had clearly done something to make it shine a mesmerising silver. You could see your reflection in it as it glistened under the sun. It was double ended and if you squinted, you could see tiny spikes coiling around the first ten or so inches of each end. The shaft was smooth and engraved with something you could only make out when she walked over and handed it to you.

“Wait.” You took it out of instinct, weighing it in both hands but giving a shocked look to Clarisse, “This is mine?”

“You’re damn right.” She smirked, “Jake was having a field day making that thing, couldn’t stop talking about it. Especially when he added these,” She poked one of the spikes that coiled around the shaft and rubbed the tips of her fingers together with a wince, “They’re lethal. You’ll be unbeatable out there with this thing.”

“Cool.” You gave it an experimental swing, and everyone in your vicinity took a long step back. You shrugged, smiling anyway, “Whoops.”

You felt very powerful with your new weapon, and now that you had it in your hands, you could marvel at the engravings. They were images, battles fought — a lot of them recognisable. There was Perseus killing Phineus and Polydectes with Medusa’s head, Heracles and the Nemean Lion. There was even an engraving of Tantalus stealing the ambrosia and nectar from Olympus, for some reason. You’d have to ask Jake about that later.

“We have two hours until we need to gather at the pavilion, so we won’t bore you with details.” A young girl who you’d seen around camp before stood up and addressed the crowd. She was very little, but she exuded authority even at her young age. “But if I see you lazing around, I’ll put my dagger through your foot.”

There was a chorus of nods and murmured agreement, so the little girl stepped back and nodded at Luke, who told them all to go get ready. The crowd dispersed, but you stayed firmly put as the boy made his way over to you, the little girl following behind him.

“Sunny.” He tried not to smile, but you saw his lips twitch. He gestured to the girl beside him, “This is my little sister Annabeth. Newly appointed Counselor of Athena.”

You raised a brow, impressed, before looking down at the girl with a smile, “Hey, Annabeth.” You introduced yourself, trying not to show her how kind of scared you were for her to not like you.

Luckily she nodded, “Hi. You better be good with that spear.”

“I’d like to think I am.” You joked. She didn’t laugh, simply telling Luke she was going to brainstorm and left you both alone in the clearing you’d been gathered in. You raised your brows at him, “I think she gets her stoic indifference from you.”

He cracked a smile then, grabbing your spear from you and weighing it in his own hands, “Yeah. She’s a firecracker.” He looked at you firmly, “Think you’ll be good for this game? It’s not too late to back out.”

You snatched the weapon right back from him, rubbing his finger prints from the shaft with your sleeve and sending him a half-glare, “You just want an excuse to use this instead of me. I’m fine, JoJo.”

He raised a single brow, “Fine. But if you end up back in the infirmary, I’m not gonna kiss your wounds better.”

You smirked, backing away and pointing your free finger at him daringly, “You wouldn’t be able to hold back.”

He laughed, hand on heart, “Right.”

You were quick to retreat to the Arena where you knew Clarisse was waiting for you. A good chance to break in the new armoury and swing a spear around that wasn’t made of styrofoam or rotten wood. You caught yourself a good sweat in an hour and a half, and Clarisse was covered in bloody dots from those spikes. Even if you were injured, they still didn’t stand a chance against those. It was a comforting thought.

You would’ve practised the whole time had it not started raining — something that confused you greatly since the camp had a controlled climate. Clarisse just rolled her eyes, though, claiming that Chiron was upping the dramatics for the game. You were unsure that the centaur could just…make it rain, but you went along with it. You’d only been a demigod for a week after all.

Not wanting to be completely soaked by the time the game started, you retreated back to the Hermes cabin, shortening your spear down with a click and tucking it into your belt loop before you sat down. You were still on the floor, still next to the six year-old who almost always rolled on top of you in the night — you had now perfected your rollover technique to get him off you without waking him up.

You were re-lacing your combat boots when two shadows loomed over either side of you. Without so much as a glance away from your foot, you said plainly, “Stolls. What do you want?”

A twin pair of scoffs sounded and you just rolled your eyes. The one on the left spoke first, and you thought it might have been Travis, “Bold to assume we want anything.”

“I mean, we do.” Connor added from your right, and the indisputable sound of a hard slap came right after. “Ow! Asshole.”

“Cut to it.” You moved onto your other shoe now that the left one was wound tight. You were always pretty speedy at tying laces, a fairly random skill but a skill nonetheless.

“Well…” Connor started.

“Luke put us on second offence.” Travis continued.

“But we sorta hate doing second offence.”

“Yeah, it’s way too much work.”

Connor leaned over your shoulder so his stupid grin was visible in your peripheral vision, “And we heard that you are on side offence. Which has a much lower maiming risk.”

“So you wanna swap spots?” You deducted, looking up from your feet and giving them a blank glance. They nodded, and you sighed, “Ok, first of all, there’s two of you and one of me. You’ll have to find someone else to swap with too.”

“Already done.” Travis nodded, “Sabine loves second offence.”

“Second of all,” You sent them firm looks, “Luke isn’t going to let you change the layout right before the game. Neither is Clarisse and neither is Annabeth.”

“Which is why we aren’t telling them.” Connor said like it was obvious, holding out his hands like he’d presented you with the best idea ever conjured, “Luke and Clarisse are on first offence and Annabeth is on last defence, right by the flag. No one will know.”

“Plus,” Travis sang, wiggling his eyebrows, “This is a perfect opportunity to prove to everyone how badass you are.”

“Yeah, Luke’s had you on a leash since you hurt your wrist.” Connor raised a teasing brow, “Why not show him what you’re made of?”

You looked between them, and the silence that stretched seemed to serve as an answer because they were smirking at you and pushing themselves up and out of the door before you could utter a word.

The rain hadn’t settled — Chiron and his dramatics, although it appeared Mr D wasn’t too much of a fan. God or not, he still got wet with the rest of them. You stood between Luke and Clarisse, the former shielding both your heads with his black jacket — Annabeth ended up squeezing between the two of you when she couldn’t keep up with her I’m too good to hide from the rain facade. You took it as a win, she was warming up to you!

“Welcome to our first capture the flag of the summer!” Chiron bellowed, pausing for the cheers that resounded. “The usual rules are enforced. Magic weapons are permitted, the flag must be prominently presented with no more than two guards no less than ten yards from the flag! No killing or maiming, and no gagging or bounding of prisoners. Let the games begin!”

There was a loud echo of cheers and battle cries as the first conch sounded — they only had twenty minutes to get into position and then they would be permitted to cross the creek into enemy territory. Annabeth was quick to gather up the flag guards and send them off to their agreed location with nothing but a sharp eye before she was pulling together the defensive lines and sending them off too.

“Hey.” Just before you could walk off, Luke grabbed your attention, levelling his eyes with yours as best as he could from under his helmet. He adjusted yours and patted your shoulders, “You got this, Sunny.”

You nodded, “Damn right I do.”

It was hard to navigate the woods in the rain, which was still pouring almost torrentially over them. The forest floor had grown slippery and wet with the new downpour, but the campers traipsed through it roughly, boots squelching as they moved. You followed the side defence through mud and grass, dodging branches and puddles until you couldn’t hear the chatter of Luke and Clarisse from behind you. Then you stopped, and just ahead of you, Sabine did the same.

It wasn’t long before Connor and Travis were pushing through the trees and greeting the pair of you with wide grins. Sabine rolled her eyes, “Shove off, punks.”

Then she was storming in the direction they came from, and you had no choice but to follow. It was hard to keep up with her long strides, but whenever you lost her in the fog you just followed the sound of her annoyed mutters.

“Stupid kids. Can’t be trusted on last offence let alone second. It’s not fair. I punch one kid for cheating and Luke sends me to side defence. Side! Stupid punk has been out of it for too long, needs a reality check.”

You didn’t bother responding — whether you were going to agree or come to Luke’s defence, you had no idea. You just followed her to the edge where the second offence was lined up just past the edge of the shore. Evie and Evan gave you the same confused look.

“Those Stoll fuckers wanted an easy out.” Sabine spat, pushing a stray curl back under her helmet and heaving her giant club over her shoulder.

The twins didn’t question or fight the decision, simply shrugging and going back to where they were tracing their own tic tac toe game into the wet sand. You stood idly, hands fiddling with your belt buckle before the second conch sounded. Almost immediately did the first and side offences cross the creek and disappear into the woods, while you pulled your spear from the ground and followed the twins and Sabine across the water moments after they were gone.

Then it was a waiting game.

“Fuck Apollo, Marry Athena and Kill Hermes.”

Evie scoffed, shaking her head, “No. No way. Athena would be way controlling as a wife, you gotta bag Apollo.”

Sabine hummed, “No. I think Athena and I would be unstoppable together.”

You looked up from your shoes and between the three that stood before you. It had been two hours and the most action you had was seeing one of your own teammates get flung right back over the creek by some cabin nine contraption that you were not too keen on meeting. Your spear rested across the back of your shoulders, your arms swung around the shaft at either side as you contemplated your own answer.

“No, see —“ You huffed, “I couldn’t marry Athena, but only because she conjures babies with her brain. I could never win an argument, I know that for sure.”

“But we all agree on killing Hermes, right?” Evan butted in with a laugh that was immediately shared by the rest of them. He settled down and squinted for a moment, “Ok. Fuck, Marry, Kill. Iris, Nemesis and…Hypnos.”

There was immediate discourse, everyone speaking up at once with their own opinions. Sabine thought Hypnos would be a terrible lay — He’d fall asleep halfway through! — but Iris would be overbearing as a wife. Evie said Nemesis would be the best wife, she’d never let anyone hurt you, and you were just about to add on that Iris could let you eavesdrop on other people’s conversations whenever you were bored when a loud crack echoed through the trees.

Then it was quiet. You all shared silent looks, baring your weapons and facing the enemy side.

Another crack, a snap of a twig. Then a crash, like something being dropped onto a pile of leaves.

A scream, and a manic son of Aphrodite breaking through the trees and aiming a large Kopis at Evan, who was quick to defend with his dual wielding swords. His teammates followed, and the rest of you jumped into action — you were only slightly panicked when you realised your opponent was a Hephaestus kid who was nearly double your height.

You’d seen him around sometimes, he was only a year or so younger than you. Same age as Clarisse, and definitely the same level of skill in battle. What made him even scarier was that he fought with nunchucks…fucking nunchucks! And he was good with them, too.

But you had been taught well. You were quick to defend your body and use both ends of your spear to deflect each nunchuck from making contact. At one point, he clipped your arm pretty hard, and that was when you realised they were ribbed along the edges making for a harder hit. You bounced back though, swinging every which way and not letting him touch you again.

Briefly, you could hear your peers’ own battles. There weren’t any shouts of pain, or cries for help, so you put all your focus on the boy before you. He had a height advantage, and swung his weapon down on you fairly often, which left your torso open when you held your spear over your head. But your reflexes were like lightning, and no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t land that second hit.

Fuelled by his own frustration, he lunged forward and tried to wrap the chain of his chucks around the shaft of your spear. He attempted to no avail a couple of times, but then he clicked a button on one of the shafts and released a crackle of energy along it. You were shocked momentarily by the reveal of his electric nunchucks that you faltered in your defence and he managed to wrangle your weapon in his own on the third try. You pulled back hard, trying to regain control and prevent his disarm, but he just pressed that damn button again and this time the volts ran through his chain and up the entire length of your spear.

The crack that resounded was huge. Too huge to have come from those tiny nunchucks.

Where you were expecting a sudden and painful shock through your hand and arms you instead felt a massive give. You stumbled back, shocked, but regained your footing before you could fall onto the wet ground. Your spear was in your hands, and the nunchucks were still wrapped tightly around the middle. You looked up from them to see their owner crumbled in a heap on the ground, nursing his painfully red hands while the rainfall soaked his clothes even more.

You’d completely forgotten you weren’t alone until one of his teammates dropped their shield and ran to his aid. You looked up, expecting to meet the dumbstruck eyes of Evie and Evan, only to see their gazes fixed elsewhere. You turned your head.

There in the grass was a giant streak of black, stretching along the shore for nearly five metres. It took a second for you to realise that it was embers — the ground had been burnt completely from where you stood to where it ended. And standing just before it was Luke and Clarisse — the blue team's flag in hand. They weren’t moving, they were staring at the burn in the floor, at you.

Your chin wobbled a little until the echo of the other team reached your ears. You looked at the pair urgently, “Move!”

And they did. Even when the blue team kids you’d been fighting before tried to stop them, they were held back and Luke and Clarisse led your team to an easy victory.

They cheered, and the conch sounded. Chiron emerged through the wood and smiled at them in congratulations — the whole spark debacle was nearly forgotten, campers too busy either cheering or groaning to notice the burn streak on the floor. Chiron did, though, and soon though the short lived celebration quieted down as he asked about it.

Eyes turned to you. You shrugged, “I don’t…I don’t know what happened, it just —“

But then there were gasps. All around you. And suddenly Chiron wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at the space above your head. And then so was everyone else.

When you looked up, squinting past the rain, and your eyes fixated on that glowing lighting bolt that floated above your head, the world went quiet. A week of hearing everything about the glory of being claimed — how at ease you would be, how reassured you would end up. None of it was true. Because for some reason, the symbol that hung above your head sent nothing but trepidation running through you.

You almost missed Chiron's next words,

“Zeus. Law Maker. Striker of Lightning. King of Olympus. All hail.” He shouted your name, but it didn’t feel right in your ears, “Daughter of the Sky God.”

When you couldn’t stand the sight of it — when it started to make you feel sick, when the picturesque summer camp you were finally finding yourself in started to feel tight and uncomfortable, you looked down. Everyone was kneeling, eyes on the ground. It was comforting that they weren’t staring at you anymore, but when you searched the crowd for those baby brows that held you down, they were fixated firmly on the mud.

After your claiming, Chiron dismissed everyone sharply. They left, all talk about the capture the flag win long left behind and replaced by canards about you and your family. Your lineage. You were very prepared to stand frozen on the other side of the creek for the rest of the day but the centaur ushered you into his office in the big house just as the rain stopped.

The next hour was a muffled blur. You felt as if you had just been plunged underwater and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears — you vaguely registered Chiron and Mr. D asking you a load of questions about your childhood and whether there were any signs of your parentage along the way. You couldn’t answer that.

They Iris-Messaged your mother — who was in her office and jumped up startled when the call came through. You might have been in a hazy funk, but you could tell the surprise on her face when Chiron informed her of your claiming was genuine. She’d had no idea. That, out of all things, angered you the most.

“This new information will have caused quite a stir in Olympus.” Was one of the last things he said, “But you should be fine, since you’re seventeen.”

“Why does me being seventeen mean anything?”

Zeus’ Cabin was subpar to say the least. Alright if you’re only going in there to worship the guy, not so alright if you’re planning on living there. There weren’t any beds, but there were alcoves lining the walls that you tucked your sleeping bag into so you didn’t have to look at the giant statue of Zeus that stood at the end of the room. For good measure, you chucked a spare blanket over its head — he could smite you for it, you didn’t really care anymore.

You zoned back into reality when a knock sounded on your door, and you realised it was nightfall. Dinner time. You stood from your perch on one of the many benches that sat in the room — you thought they’d have better use in the pavilion, where Hermes kids were practically falling off the benches there were so little of them — and headed over to the huge double doors, heaving one open and breathing deep at the workout it took just to see who was at the door.

It was Evie, and for some reason that made a pit of disappointment form in your gut. You sent her a weak smile nonetheless, “Hi.”

She smiled back, full of pity, “Hey. Just thought I’d come check on you, we haven’t seen you in hours.”

“I didn’t like them staring at me.” You said plainly, stepping out into the open air. The rain had stopped now, the sky clear, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I get that.” Was her heartfelt reply. You felt bad for being so plain with her, but there was really only one person you wanted to see, “But, um, it’s dinner right about now. Wanna…come with?”

You didn’t really wanna, but you were starving and almost certain that nobody would be bringing you any food, so you shrugged, “Sure.”

The large door shut on its own when you stepped away from it, and Evie jumped at the sound. You folded your arms and walked alongside her in silence until you were forced to part at the pavilion. She tried to say something — maybe a goodbye, a good luck. Maybe a we can’t be friends anymore because you’re forbidden. You didn’t stick around to check, walking over to the empty Zeus table where you unfortunately belonged.

You filled your plate, hungry from the workout of capture the flag and exhaustion from the day, but your appetite was ruined when you saw Luke walk in and avoid your eyes completely in favour of sitting at his usual spot at the Hermes table. You hadn’t seen him all day, he hadn’t seen you, and yet here he was; ignoring your existence like he used to. It sort of hurt.

So you dropped your fork, leaned your elbows on the untouched wood and stared at nothing. Only hours earlier were you at the top of your game, happy and ready to use your skills in capture the flag, show your friends what you could do. Now? You were completely alone, completely miserable, and completely ready to go back to Vermont.

You wanted nothing more than to climb into your bed and cry.

People started to stand. Heading in the direction of the campfire that you were definitely going to skip. Some Hermes kids stood, Luke included, and started a slow stroll down there too, past your table and down the hill. Chris was talking animatedly to his friends on either side of him, but Luke didn’t look very happy with whatever it was he was saying. Before you could build up the courage to call out for him, beg him to look you in the eyes and still stay your friend, he was shoving Chris roughly, the boy falling into your table with a grunt.

“What the hell, man?” He sneered, brushing himself off. Luke just glared. He scoffed, “You’ve changed, bro. And not for the better.”

Then he was walking off in a huff, and his friends were following him. Luke met your eyes for half a second before storming off in the opposite direction — and with the influence of the tug on your heart, you followed.

He was halfway to the Hermes cabin when you caught him, and you were thrown back to the time he got into that…thing with Dean from Ares and you chased him all the way up the hill. This time, it was down, and you were a lot less out of breath when you reached out and tugged on his elbow.

He turned to you, “What?”

You paused, hand falling to your side. You swallowed, shrugged, “I…uh…”

Luke tightened his jaw, eyes flicking above your head like if he looked at you any longer his facade would break. He took in a deep breath and met your gaze once more, “Go to the campfire.”

“What —?”

“Go to the campfire.” He was backing away, “Entertain your fans, give out autographs. Conjure some more lighting. I don’t know. Do something, but don’t do it here.”

You weren’t having that. Your gaze hardened, “Hey. You’re not allowed to say that to me after you ignored me all day.”

“I —“ He went for a rebuttal, but came up short, licking his lips in frustration. “You disappeared.”

“I was in the Big House, being interrogated.” You explained, annoyance clear in your tone, “I would’ve liked it if my best friend was waiting for me when I got out but unfortunately he decided he hated me like everyone else and I had to cry alone in my cabin.”

He paused then, taking slow steps back towards you and meeting your saddened gaze. His brows furrowed, “I’m your best friend?”

You cracked a tiny smile, “Of course you are, idiot.”

His nod was barely there, but you saw it. You also saw his smile, small like yours and gone in a flash. “I don’t hate you.” He said, “I don’t care that Zeus is your dad. It’s just…”

“He forgot about me.”

“What?”

You shrugged, folding your arms. There, standing in the middle of the cabins and staring at Luke Castellan, you admitted out loud what you’d been avoiding since you left the Big House, “Zeus. He forgot about me. That's why I never got attacked by monsters, because my deadbeat father was so busy turning his kid into a tree that he forgot he had another one.”

Even under the tears brimming in your lids and through the lump on your throat, you saw Luke flinch. A minute movement, but you caught it like you caught all of his other details. The freckle on his eyebrow, the scar on his forehead that other people missed because they were too busy staring at his big one. The flinch when you brought up the tree. Thalia Grace, is what Chiron had called her.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.” He said in a low murmur. “Thalia was a friend of mine and Annabeth’s. Brought back some rough memories.”

“Oh.” You breathed, “Oh, gods. I’m so sorry.”

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his torso before you could think about it. Big bad Luke definitely didn’t like hugs, but there you were; hugging him and staining his camp shirt with your salty tears. You couldn’t help it — you were so full of emotions that a single hug that he hadn't even reciprocated was bringing you to tears.

Then he hugged you back, and you started bawling.

Bawling like a baby into his chest while he stood there and held you. Crying about your dad who forgot about you, your sister who died while you lived a happy life, your nonexistent purpose in life because you were over sixteen now and there was nothing for you. Maybe being a forbidden kid was enough, but not really. You weren’t forbidden enough for them, apparently.

“Sorry for shoving Chris.” He spoke into your hair. You pulled your head back enough to meet his eyes, “He was saying shit about you and Thalia and it pissed me off. I know that you want me to be better, happier or whatever, and I am trying but…”

“I don’t care.”

His lips shut with a smack, “What?”

You let out a sad chuckle, “Be miserable. I don’t care, I like you for who you are. Plus, I get it. Y’know? This isn’t the happiest life.”

Luke looked at you with an expression so genuine and heavy that it sort of scared you, but you let it burn you. You’d let him burn you forever more. Then he let out a breath, tinged with relief, and relaxed his forehead onto your own. You stayed like that, heads pressed together and arms wrapped around one another, until footsteps bled into your ears.

You pulled away from each other and spotted Annabeth, who was making her way over very quickly, trudging through the grass that was still wet from earlier.

“Anna Banana.” Luke squinted, his new way of smiling, “What are ya’ doing over here?”

The girl stopped between the two of you and ignored her brother in favour of looking at you, “So, you’re Zeus’ kid.”

“Yup.”

“I knew your sister. She was my sister, too, for a bit.” She said, and you thought it sounded sad, but the girl hid her emotions well. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged — it wasn’t anyone’s fault but Zeus’. You sent her a kind smile.

She returned it, glancing at Luke then, “Don’t call me that.”

He chucked, patting her on the head and yanking on one of her braids. She huffed and smacked his hand away, but smiled nonetheless. Then she looked back at you, “You were good with that spear today. Maybe Athena could pair up with Zeus for the next game.”

“Maybe they could.” You nodded.

She nodded back, before announcing her departure and heading off. You looked at Luke with a proud grin, “She likes me.”

He smiled fully, amused, “She does.”

“You like me.”

A little sheepish, “I do.”

“So who cares if daddy dearest doesn’t?” You settled on, tilting your head, “We got each other.”

Luke nodded, and you admired the way he looked. He was handsome, that you knew, but he seemed particularly beautiful under the moon, alone with you.

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