#making this almost melted my macbook

[cutemothman]

The X-Files 30th Anniversary Celebration // Day 6: Favorite monster(s) of the week

CRYPTIDS

I had to get out to nature. You know, where it's simple and uncomplicated, where it's just you and the elements. And possibly a cryptozoological, simian-like hairy humanoid with enormous feet. I think you just like saying "squatchin'."

[rikotin]

new year, new skill I will hyperfixate on for a few weeks before moving onto the next one

[sciencestyled]

When the Universe Decides to Paint: Bob Ross Meets the Big Bang on Canvas

Alright class, settle down—yes, you in the back with the galaxy leggings, we get it, you're cosmically quirky. Welcome to "Astronomical Landscapes: When Artists Play God and the Universe Just Sighs." Today, we're diving into how some clever humans have managed to take the most overwhelming, brain-melting visuals the cosmos has to offer and turned them into what we like to call "art." Spoiler alert: it's like giving a kindergartener a canvas and telling them to paint infinity. The results? Sometimes mind-blowing, sometimes... well, let's just say even the universe has its off days.

Now, don’t get me wrong—I love space art as much as the next wannabe Neil deGrasse Tyson. But the sheer hubris! Imagine staring at a swirling, impossibly vast nebula—basically the universe’s version of a lava lamp on psychedelics—and thinking, “You know, I could totally capture that on a 24x36 canvas, no problem.” It’s almost laughable, but hey, that’s the beauty of human arrogance.

Speaking of which, let’s start with the big thing artists love about space: its overwhelming, soul-crushing vastness. The endless stretches of blackness dotted with stars that look like someone went to town with a glitter gun on a black turtleneck. And yet, for centuries, artists have been like, “Yeah, I got this. Hand me my brush. Let me tackle the incomprehensible scale of the universe.”

The word we're going for here is "sublime," which is an artsy way of saying, “I feel small, insignificant, and slightly terrified, but in a cool, Instagrammable way.” Romantic artists back in the day loved that kind of stuff—think Caspar David Friedrich standing on a mountain, gazing into the fog like he’s just realized his WiFi signal’s gone out. Nowadays, though, artists aren’t just painting foggy cliffs; they're staring at the swirling gases of the Horsehead Nebula like it’s the last drop of pumpkin spice syrup at Starbucks. The universe is no longer just vast; it's emotionally unhinged.

But hold on to your overpriced coffee cups, because it gets better.

Let’s talk about how astronomical phenomena—like nebulae, black holes, and galaxies—are becoming the Kardashians of the art world. They're everywhere. I mean, have you seen a supernova? It’s like the universe decided to stage its own Fourth of July, but instead of fireworks, it used the death of a star to show off. And of course, some artist thought, “You know what this looks like? My feelings.”

Now, these cosmic explosions and stellar light shows aren’t just making their way into paintings. Oh no. They've infiltrated digital art, because apparently paintbrushes are just so last century. Nowadays, artists wield Photoshop like Thor’s hammer, crafting entire galaxies with the click of a mouse. Heck, some digital artists are creating entire space scenes so detailed you'd think NASA was hiring them on the side to render space travel promo posters. And if that’s not a gig I want in on, I don’t know what is.

Imagine an artist, sitting in front of their MacBook Pro, a soy latte to the left, a Pinterest mood board to the right. They click away, creating nebulae that’ll probably end up as some tech bro’s desktop wallpaper, all while mumbling, “This one really captures the essence of a collapsing star. Very deep.” Their digital art is so photorealistic, you'd swear you’re looking at the Hubble telescope’s highlight reel, only to realize it’s actually the cover of their indie sci-fi album on SoundCloud. Because yes, in the realm of astronomical landscapes, even space gets a soundtrack.

And if we’re talking realism, let’s not forget the classic debate that makes art critics' monocles fall into their champagne: realism versus abstraction. Realism in astronomical art is like trying to perfectly recreate the Milky Way galaxy down to the last twinkling star. You know, for all the nerds who love their science videos and need accuracy, because apparently if one star in a painting is in the wrong place, the entire painting becomes invalid. It's a little obsessive, but hey, who am I to question someone who’s memorized star charts like they're binge-watching Stranger Things?

Then there’s the abstract side of things. These artists look at a photo of a galaxy and think, “Sure, I could paint this exactly as it looks... but what if I just made everything blue and threw in some triangles for good measure?” It’s like Picasso dropped acid, stared at a telescope, and said, “You know what? Let’s make space weird.” And thus, abstract space art was born—because apparently the vastness of the universe isn’t already disorienting enough without throwing in geometric shapes and color schemes that look like someone’s Snapchat filter exploded.

But let’s pause for a second and talk about the underlying message here, kids. Yes, even the abstract weirdness has something to say. These artists aren’t just throwing paint (or pixels) at a canvas; they’re interpreting the universe as they see fit. You know, kind of like how The Mandalorian reimagined Star Wars into a spaghetti Western but with baby Yoda, except instead of baby Yoda, it’s supermassive black holes and rogue planets.

And don't even get me started on how these artists think they can "capture" the Big Bang. The sheer audacity. If the Big Bang were a person, it’d be the equivalent of Kanye West walking into a room and demanding everyone acknowledge its genius. Yet here come the artists, with their “interpretations” of what the universe looked like when it was nothing but a molten soup of chaos, throwing a little red here, a splash of white there, and calling it a masterpiece. Sure, Jan.

Now, let’s wrap this cosmic trip up with a peek into the future. What will astronomical landscapes look like in the coming years? Probably even more outlandish and pretentious. I mean, if we’ve learned anything from watching Black Mirror, it's that technology will likely reach a point where you can upload your consciousness into a virtual universe and paint your own galaxies in real time. Because why just observe the universe when you can manipulate it for your latest virtual art show on TikTok?

In the end, though, what all these artistic interpretations of space boil down to is this: the universe, in all its terrifying glory, makes for some really pretty pictures. Artists, whether digital or traditional, realistic or abstract, are essentially just trying to say what we're all thinking when we stare at the night sky—“Man, that’s cool. I wonder if I could make it trend on Instagram.”

And with that, class dismissed. Feel free to grab your lattes on the way out and remember—just because you can paint the universe doesn’t mean the universe cares. But hey, at least it’ll look good on your portfolio.

[najatheangel]

genre: fluff, drama, and comedy. high school au!

pairing: Choi San x Reader

author's note: apart of the Ateez Summer Collab hosted by @bangchan-fairy My first official posted collab please let me know what you guys think. Enjoy your summer! ✨

word count: 5.3k

summary: After slacking off junior year and struggling to juggle responsibilities, you're stuck retaking your math course in the summer. With your future on the line, you were stuck with San to work together with you so you both can pass this summer course as seniors. You two seem to have a hard time focusing on your studies. Is it because you don't understand the work or a certain someone that's distracting you

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Your stepmom Maria seemed to be very disappointed in you once again for letting her down this year. She had planned so many family trips, vacations, and hangouts for the whole family to enjoy this summer, but thanks to my failing this dumb math class, I have to be stuck in this school until July.

“You better be lucky I can afford for you to retake this class. Your reckless behavior has gone on long enough.” Your mom walks beside you upstairs inside Walnut Hills Highschool making sure you don’t skip out on the first day of summer school.

“Mom, you know you don’t have to walk me to class. I know what I’m doing!” You groan at her as she links her arms with you in the hallway.

“Clearly you don’t! If you did you wouldn’t be stuck here retaking this class. Now we’re almost there so keep your head high and lose the tude.”

There it was class 2A once again. This class was an absolute nightmare. I took a deep breath and slid the door open slowly with my eyes halfway open anxious to see who was sitting in the classroom.

“Welcome back miss Y/LN! Good seeing you again.” Mr. Harris said with a smile. This sucker, you had a love-hate relationship with Mr. Harris. You loved the fact that he was super nice and helpful when he was your English tutor freshman year, but you hated how he had a crush on your mom and how weird teacher-parent conference meetings would get when they would sneak off with each other in his office.

“Good morning Mr. Harris. Good seeing you again.” Your mom blushed to try to contain her excitement, but it was too obvious. “Anyways I’ll be heading my way out. She’s all yours for the summer.” Your mom gave you one last hug and kiss on the cheek before she left.

You sighed, rolling your eyes, fanning yourself already sweating from the classroom’s lack of cold air blowing. You complained again by saying.“Mr. Harris, are we staying in this room all summer? I’m sweating like a fat pig.”

“Unfortunately, yes. The PCs in the computer lab have been shut down and the school plans on replacing them with apple PCs by august. So these are the cards we’ve been dealt with. Let’s get started shall we.”

All the students in the classroom sighed, taking sips of their water bottles as Mr. Harris took attendance.

“Let’s see...We have Angela, Oliver, Chris, Yui, Y/N...Who’s missing? Choi San?”

“Here.” San slams the door open, arriving 20 minutes late with his chocolate milk in one hand and a glazed donut in the other. “Sorry Mr. Harris, I’ve overslept.”

Mr. Harris sighs, shaking his head, chuckling to calm himself down. “As expected. Just glad that you’re here, please have a seat.”

There was only one seat left which was in the front next to you and that would of course be his assigned seat for the rest of the summer.

You never heard much of San except everyone saying that he dropped out sophomore year.

You remember having a crush on him during freshman orientation when you both were shadowed by this kid named Lee Know. The whole time you were quiet, but you remembered staring at the handsome devil strutting in his uniform the whole time.

So to see him once again took you and everyone by surprise.

“Class, make sure you remember your partner’s name sitting next to you for this summer because you will work together in order to pass this class.”

“Say what?” You look over at San, who was making origami at his desk. “Good seeing again kid.” He smirks at you leaving you speechless. “Want a donut?” He reached out, handing a piece to you.

You were slamming your head on the desk thinking to yourself. “Mom, I know I promised I would finish this class, but I don’t know if I can...”

Mr. Harris had you paired up in groups of two to complete a series of word problems and online on this website called Pearson. On the bright side, walnut hills provided MacBooks for students that didn’t have their laptop, but of course, if they tried to watch Netflix, facetime with their friends, or search for something inappropriate, their laptop will be shut down for 24 hours until further notice.

The first two weeks were pretty quiet between you and San because both of you aren’t necessarily the best conversation starters and whenever San would ask you something it would only just help him cheat on an assignment or help him make up an excuse to skip class. Up until the third week hit you had enough of his excuses trying to avoid doing the work.

The third week you were assigned to work on three hours of pre-cal on the computer and you had the option to locate to a different classroom of course if you couldn’t focus in a cramped room full of sweaty students. So you and san decided to work in the math lab across from class 2A and try to work out a plan.

“Listen San I know this class is our worst enemy, but I promised my mom I would graduate next year and If I have to restart my junior year again I would die of embarrassment. So please try a little harder.” San sighs nodding to your proposal looking deeply into your eyes.

“Fine. I guess I’m in the same boat. I figured retaking junior year would make my mom mad too.” He reaches his hand shaking it with yours smiling.

Your heart starts pounding pretty fast as you're exchanging the agreement with San and you gaze your eyes back at the computer again clearing your throat.

“So, all we have to do is remember the methods Mr. Harris taught us and we'll be alright. What section are we on?” San scrolls through his laptop trying to login into his Pearson account. “I believe it's section 3.A. 20 questions which are due this Friday?! Man, Mr. Harris won’t give us a break.”

You giggled at his surprised reaction. Sometimes he can be soft which makes you melt inside even more. It made you wonder why he was always hanging around with the rebels with no future at school. Maybe life at home was rough and he didn’t have a lot of friends. All these questions were running through your head, which made you not realize that San suddenly moved closer to you.

“You need help with that problem? You were staring blankly at the screen for the past 10 minutes. Here let me show you how to do this.” San wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to writing the answer problem step by step to help you understand it better, but that wasn’t exactly helping.

All you were doing was admiring his beautiful face to face. It made you remember the first time you saw him with his glowing melon skin, sharp jawline, the way he can pull off a white collar and a striped tie it just seemed impossible.

On top of that his knowledge in math made him 10x more attractive, but you couldn’t understand why someone as brilliant and essential as him set himself up in the wrong crowd and stuck in this situation that cost him his high school diploma.

“So that’s how you get y= 18 + 15x. Any questions?” “Yeah, why the hell are you so fine. Forget Mr. Harris, you can be my tutor.” Would’ve sounded better in your head, but you accidentally said it out loud.

San looked at you with his eyes flashing open and then he burst out laughing. “Well Ms. Y/LN if I knew you were having this much fun, I would’ve signed up for this a long time ago.”

“Same here. You know I didn’t think math was your thing. How come you're so good at it?” He sighs, leaning looking up at the ceiling as his mood changes very quickly. “My dad is an entrepreneur and a CEO of his own company.

He’s very good at math so he taught me at an early age so someday I can take over his company someday. He’s never home at times either so I’m pretty much always helping my friends with their math homework as a side hustle.”

“That must be tiring. I know that must be a lot of pressure for a 17-year-old.” San nods his head in agreement and says “It is, but hey that’s what I’ve been dealing with all my life. We got to finish these questions so we can go home early.” With the both of you panicking you turn back to your computers finishing the last set of problems.

You were having so much fun at school with San that you forgot you had to make it to dinner on time with your wicked stepmother. Ever since you’ve started your sophomore year at Walnut Hills your father was keeping his dating life a secret until he unexpectedly announced that he wanted to marry Maria. Your dad was always the playboy so it always would irritate you whenever he brings another woman into the picture.

Your father planned on marrying Maria by the time you’ve graduated high school, but that all ended in tragedy when your father one day died in a car accident on the way to your volleyball game. This is why you quitted sports, fell out with your best friends, and flunked almost all your classes. Maria has always shown tough love even when your dad was around, but that’s because she never knew what it was like to raise children and she wanted to learn to become closer to your family, but your relationship with her was always rocky.

Arriving late at night you’ve run to your house sweating and panting to your angry stepmom in the kitchen tapping her foot.

“Y/N, do you know what time it is? School ended at 5. Why are you late for dinner? This better is good missy.” You caught your last breath and then rolled your eyes at Maria’s snarky comment. “Me and my partner in my class took longer than expected to finish our assignment. Sorry, okay?”

You’ve slammed your backpack on the back of your chair and grabbed a plate of yong chow rice to eat with your family. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me? I just asked a simple question. Don’t tell me your working with that Choi San guy?”

You shook your head as you started to feel yourself explode at the dinner table, but you let her finish. “I know that because Mr. Harris told me. Look all I’m saying is you better stay concentrated on getting out of summer school and don’t fool around with these boys. Got it?”

You’ve finally snapped and stood up slamming the table with your fists. “You know what, I don’t understand why you're nagging me about every little thing going on in my life. You can’t just be proud that I finished my assignments for this week. But, no you keep finding ways to complain to me about me not working hard enough or messing around. I’m getting really tired of it. That’s why I hate it here!”

“Y/N! Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” She followed you all the way upstairs until you closed the door and locked it in her face. You were too tired and frustrated to be dealing with her constant ranting so you’ve just sat in your room, put your AirPods on, and blocked her yelling from the background. “We’ll talk about this another day. Psh teenagers.”

For the rest of the night, you smush your face in your pillow crying yourself to sleep. You look back on the polaroids of your dad around your room and through your phone missing his presence in your home. “Dad, why did you leave me alone with her? If it was just the three of us, things would be so different. I miss you.”

Your partnership with San seemed to improve drastically which was surprising, to say the least. All the other kids in the class however didn’t seem to improve. Some were either cheating or missing the deadlines. Mr. Harris was not pleased by the results so he found other alternatives.

“You know what class, here’s what we’re about to do. To make this a lot more fun, how about we do class activities for extra credit. Since some of you are glued to your devices nowadays we can play games like Kahoot, Jenga, and Tetris to answer questions. I can even narrow down the questions on the assignments. How does that sound?” Everyone in class chants and cheers loving the idea which keeps them even more motivated to continue working.

“Alright everyone the games won’t start today, but next week. This is the last week of June and summer school so that means we’re halfway there from finishing. You cannot screw this up. Try acing this week’s quiz with 90% everyone or no games for those with below 70%. Got it?” “Yes, Mr. Harris!” You’ve become closer to the class since it was only nine of you, but your best friends are Angela, San, and Chris. The four of you stopped for ice cream after school to study for this week’s big math test that covered five sections.

“Gosh, Mr. Harris put 40 questions on the test! What the hell is he on crack?”

Everyone laughed at Chris complaining. He would always try to find shortcuts just so he can finish playing PubG, but he always ends up getting in trouble because he procrastinates too much. The only reason he’s somewhat doing well is because of his girlfriend Angela.

She was always a straight-A student and a bit of a geek at school, but outside of school, she was a baddie. She ended up having to retake pre-cal because she wanted to offer to help Chris with homework but ended up failing with him. “Oh hush it’s not even that bad. If you would’ve done those practice problems like you were told, you wouldn’t be complaining so much.” She slaps the back of Chris' head making him spat out his dip cone.

San looks at them admiring their silly dysfunctional relationship and then looks at you mesmerized. He leans in whispering in your ear saying “Why can’t we be more like them. They’re cute together.” You turned to him, slapping his shoulder softly giggling. “We shouldn’t. We agreed to only focus on school, remember?” He looks at you pouting “Does it have to be strictly about work? Like Mr. Harris said, we can have fun with it. We are partners after all.”

You look to the side trying to avoid his gaze as you take another spoonful of mint cocoa. With your sloppy spoonful of ice cream leftover on your face, San quickly grabbed a napkin from the table and whipped your face. “Be careful, you had a little mint chocolate on your face.” He kissed the side of your lips and smirked at you right afterward leaving everyone shocked.

“You guys are hot together.”

Chris with no filter shouted out leaving you a blushing mess. You quickly grabbed your ice cream and backpack as you heard your stepmom pulling up at the dairy parking lot. “You know what duty calls. I’ll meet you guys at the same time tomorrow at San’s place just like we planned. I gotta shave my legs. Later!” San wanted to grab your arm real quick to give you a proper goodbye, but you already beat him to it by sprinting to the car.

“Honey, why did you run in the car so fast? You would have finished your ice cream-”

“No time for that, just drive Mom.” Maria laughs looking at you covering your face with your cardigan and looking at San’s pouting face playing with his spoon he just ate from his ice cream. “Reminds me of the good old days when I was in high school.” Your stepmom cranked the engine and drove all the way home.

When you arrived home you flopped your body on your bed trying to focus on finishing studying for your test by yourself, but all your thinking about San’s kiss replaying in your head over and over again. “Ugh that San man, why did his lips have to be so soft? I'm supposed to be finding the formula for x, not the formula to get into San’s heart.” You’ve pulled out your laptop attempting to send an email to Mr. Harris said that you wanted to switch partners, but you prevent yourself from pressing send through your mouse.

“There’s no point. We only have four more weeks plus he would be upset if I do that. I just need to calm down.” You’ve closed out of your email tab and finished your homework sinking in your thoughts.

“Dad, hey it’s me again, I just wanted to leave a voicemail letting you know that later on today I’ll be bringing my friends over to work on studying for our big test. It would be nice for you to meet them, but of course, I know work is more important. Anyways please come visit again sometime soon. Love you, peace.” San sighs, hanging up the phone as he sets the table up getting ready for you, Angela, and Chris to come over. San has always learned to live basically on his own growing up.

His father is always running off on business trips, his mother left him at a young age to marry a wealthy man and his older brother was already out of the country to join the Navy. His brother was the only person he can count on for family events when it came to birthdays, Christmas, and even father’s day. At least his brother could attend and catch up with his crazy high school life.

Snapping out of his train of thoughts he opens the door as soon as he hears the doorbell ring. “Coming!” He fixed his Pikachu long sleeve and parted his hair before he opened the door. He was smiling so wide after seeing it was you, Angela and Chris.

“C'mon in you guys. Welcome to mi palacio. Let’s study in the living room.”

Everyone ran to the living room pleased with the smell of pina colada candles filling the house. You were shocked that San got to live in this huge nicely decorated home yet you seem to notice that his family is not present.

You see picture frames of him when he was younger in a monster inc sitting on the fountain at Disneyland.

There was also another cute family photo of San’s best friend named Wooyoung that he met since kindergarten, but sadly they ended up cutting ties since they went to different schools.

A picture that stood out from all of them was one of him sitting on his mom’s lap when he was five smiling super hard with his pretty white smile. You’ve never seen him smile that hard and you were always curious more about his past so the family photos have shown a nice glimpse into his past “Hey y/n cmon I made some ramen. We have to pull out the flashcards so we can study.” “W-wait, but your baby pictures I want!” “No time we can look at them later.”

He winks and gently holds your hand and walks downstairs with you.

“Here goes the love birds. We have to try San’s famous spicy ramen dish before it gets too cold.” Everyone sits down at the dinner table clasping their hands together ready to dig in until the door opens.

“Surprise brother! Sorry I’m late. Did I miss dinner?” San’s brother Jinhyuk walks in with veggie wraps and steak bulgogi in his hand. San runs up to his brother hugging him super tight happier to see that he finally made it home. “Guys this is my brother Jinhyuk. Jinhyuk this is Chris, Angela, and Y/N.”

Jinhyuk smiles at everyone greeting everyone. “So what’s been going on with you guys? I know you have been stuck in school together, but what have you guys been doing outside of school?” Angela started by saying “Well so far me and Chris have been seeing each other every day. We always go to the park or the carnival when we get the chance for dates. We have also been hanging out with these two right here.”

Chris joined in saying “Exactly right. You can say we’re like the Scooby-Doo gang of course without scooby.” San laughs adding on “No way you’re definitely Scooby. Angela is Velma, I’m Freddy, and Y/N is Daphne.” Everyone at the table laughed as they enjoyed San’s ramen catching up with each other.

Jinhyuk elbows you as he chats with you in the kitchen. “Hey, I noticed that you were sitting there staring at my brother. What’s going on with you two.” Your eyes flashed wide open as you were surprised by Jinhyk’s sudden question. You faced him scratching the back of your head not knowing how to answer his question. “Well, I honestly don’t know. I think he just likes teasing me. One minute he flirts with me, the next minute he treats me like one of the guys. My mom also doesn’t want me getting distracted so I’m trying to keep my distance.”

Jinhyuk laughs and then pets your head. “Well, you both already failed at keeping your distance. I think he likes you, but since you keep running away or avoiding him too much, he feels like he’s making you uncomfortable and that you strictly want to stay as friends. I wouldn’t give him the wrong idea to be upfront about how you feel about him. You got this kid.” He grabs your empty bowl for you and washes the dishes giving you that boost of confidence. “You know what you're right. Mama didn’t raise no punk. I’ll tell him after we finish studying. Thanks, Jinhyuk I owe you the next time you visit.” You give him a thumbs up and skip happily out the kitchen looking forward to seeing your friends.

After hours of studying flashcards, everyone finally studied feeling confident in themselves about the final test of the semester. Everyone packed their things and was ready to head home since their parents were outside. You were the only one that still felt confident about your process throughout the class so you’ve decided to stay an extra hour to study with San.

“Are you sure this is right?” You put the pencil down crossing your fingers as San checks your work. “Wow yes, that is correct. See you’re doing just fine. You only got 7 wrong out of the 40 questions. Just keep using that method I taught you and you’ll be just fine.” San smiles at you pinching your cheeks. “It’s 10:30 pm. Your mom is going to be worried about you. You should start heading home. I'll drop you off.” San started putting his notebook and laptop back on his desk getting ready to leave his room, but you pull on his sleeve bringing him back down on the couch with you.

“Wait, um why don’t we watch a movie or something. My mom is out with Mr. Harris anyways they won’t be back until the morning. I kind of told her I was spending the night at my cousin’s house.”

San smiles, shaking his head gulping, sitting back down next to you. “That sounds nice and all, but I don’t want to get you in trouble. Plus you do realize you’re staying over at a boy’s house at night.” You lean your head on his shoulder holding his hand yawning. “I know I trust you. You wouldn’t do anything unless I told you I wanted to. Just for tonight please San?” San sighs, lifting your chin patting the back of your head. “Fine, but next time let me meet your mom. I want to know everything there is about you okay?” You nod linking pinkies with him. “Deal. Now let’s watch Money Heist Shall we?”

The next morning you wake up in San’s arms as you share a blanket on the living room couch. You woke up fixing his messy black hair struck by his sleeping face. “Gosh you're even more dreamy when you're sleeping.” You checked the time on your phone and realized what time it was.

Pre-cal normally starts around 10, it was 11:20. “San gets up, we're late for class! We can’t miss this one Mr. Harris is giving us get extra credit today.” San woke right up alert as he wiped the drool from the side of his mouth.

“Dang, we gotta go. Here brush your teeth real fast, brush your hair and let’s roll.”

The two of you got ready as fast you could and hopped right on his motorcycle speeding through the traffic throughout the city.

You wrapped your arms around San the whole time scared you’ll fall on the motorcycle. San felt so happy whenever you depended on him for anything. “God I love this girl. I know they say I’m too young or going too fast, but I can’t help it.” He mumbled under his breath as he arrived at the school.

“Well well if it isn’t San and Y/N. You better be lucky you didn’t miss the test. We just got done playing Kahoot.” The two of you poured with your heads looking down feeling ashamed as you walked to your seats. The two of you took one last glimpse of each before Mr. Harris handed out the test.

This was it after everything you’ve been through this past month with San and your friends. The hard work was going to determine if you actually made it through or not. Mr. Harris gave you a whisper of encouragement you never heard in a long time except for your dad. “Y/N no matter what happens I’ll always be proud of you. Finish this strong.”

Mr. Harris' words almost moved you to tears as you smiled and nodded your head right back at him. Now you understand why Maria loved him so much he was always passionate about teaching and cared about your well-being.

You grabbed your pencil and your laptop as you started getting to work. The whole time you were nervous and a few questions caused you to slip up, but in the end, you remembered how to do most of the work. San seemed to be holding up just fine so you weren’t too worried about him, Angela would always double-check her work before turning it in and Chris was surprisingly focused the whole time.

As everyone finished their tests Mr. Harris checked everyone’s grades one by one slowly seeing their process.

He stands up taking off his glasses and says. “Class...congratulations on becoming seniors! Everyone has passed summer school. See you in the fall.”

Everyone screamed cheering as the paper was flying and everyone in the classroom cheered. “Yeah, you guys hang out at the carnival!” Chris screamed and everyone followed him out.

Before catching up with everyone you called your stepmom to tell her the good news with Mr. Harris next to you.

“Mom, I finally passed. Dad’s face right now you know he’s probably crying. It was all thanks to Mr. Harris too, he's the best teacher ever.”

You can hear your mom’s voice on the other end as she gets teary-eyed. “Your dad would definitely be so happy that you passed, but also pissed because he never wants you in summer school ever again.” The three of you laugh together as you share the happy news.

“I’m so sorry I doubted you and was super harsh y/n. I love you and just want you to succeed. Your my only banana muffin I got in this world so don’t pull off any dumb crap like this ever again.”

“Yes mom, you know I will. I made a promise to dad after all. I will graduate and stay close to you if it’s the last thing I do. Love you, I'm going to the carnival with my friends.”

Maria makes kissy noises back and says “I love you too. Don’t stay out too late. Matter of fact I’ll meet you there since me and Harris have a date anyways. See you there.” You hang up feeling emotional as you hug Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris pats you on the back saying “Didn’t I tell you she’s very proud. Now I think you need to catch up with your friends before he leaves without you. I’ll meet you at the carnival.” Mr. Harris leaves the classroom giving you one last smile and heading out.

You walked in the hallway looking all around the school for San, luckily you found him in the science lab where he’s sitting by the window with a sad look on his face.

“San. We’ve gotta meet up with everyone at the carnival. Why are you here by yourself?”

San sighs, crossing his arms.

“There’s no point in celebrating. I tried reaching out to both of my parents to tell them about one of the biggest accomplishments in my life and as usual, they didn’t answer.” You sat right next to him at the window petting his head. “You know what, how dare they? Forget them.

You have a supportive big brother, an amazing group of friends, and the best teacher a school could ever ask for. You have a family right here and we’re proud of you.”

San lifts his head up as he sees your bright smile that always makes him helpless.

“You always know exactly what to say. What would I do without you?”

He links pinkies with you. “I really can’t wait for you to meet my stepmom. She gets on my nerves sometimes and we always tend to bump heads, but we always come right back together. Dad would’ve also loved you. He was always straight to the point and never held back. I loved that confidence he always had.”

“Oh yeah he did get into that accident last year, I’m so sorry about that.”

You shake your head “It’s alright, I’m still holding up just fine. I’m just happy to have you here with me plus I get to be seniors with you and everyone else.” San looks up at you one last time slowly leaning his face close to yours until your noses touch.

“Gosh, I wonder what would happen if I made out with Y/N in the science lab? The janitor would for sure catch us in the act.” You giggle flirting with him back.

“The only thing he would have to worry about cleaning up is the kiss marks that are going to be on your neck.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were this playful. I love seeing this side of you.”

The two of you finally exchange a short yet sweet kiss in the orange sunset peeking against the window. It was going to last longer until Angela and Chris crashed the party with a loud knock on the door.

“Hurry up Freddy and Daphne the Scooby gang has to pull up at the carnival together. You guys can finish eating each other's faces off in the car. We can’t miss the flight of fear!”

The two of you looked at each other shrugging and walked together hand in hand out the classroom. “Well, I guess we will have to finish this on the carousel.” ���Indeed, that sounds more romantic than making out while being surrounded by jars of disinfected frogs in the science lab.”

The two of you catch up with the rest of the seniors of class 2021 as you look forward to your last summer as juniors together. Today was going to be the day where you go all out and live like you're gonna die young.

[oh-so-scenarios]

ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢs...♠| 13

⤖ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴜ��ᴍᴀᴛᴇs? Jᴜɴɢ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ʜɪs sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ…ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

⤖ Mᴀғɪᴀ Lᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ x ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ!ᴀᴜ

Warnings: Smut, sexual acts, vulgar language

Another long chapter. I don’t think I’ve written smut on here before but yeah...it goes there a bit. I feel good about this chapter.

****The are A LOT of errors! Please ignore! (Word Count: 14.031K)

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Y/N:

I’m seated at the circular table while everyone has laughs and chuckles. Yoongi was sharing some story about Jungkook when I glanced down at my phone on the table. 

It's past 1 am, and I thank the heavens that I don’t work tomorrow. I glance over at Jennie, wondering what her schedule tomorrow is. She didn’t seem to worry, making eye contact with me then showing a small smile.

I smile back, looking towards my phone again before sighing. I glanced to my side at Jungkook whose eyes were already on me. 

The corner of my lips turn up in a small smile and he smiles back, but for some reason his eyes look sad. My brows furrow and I reach forward to place a hand on his shoulder.

“Everything alright Kook?” I ask softly. My voice was nearly drowned out by the chatter of those behind me, but it seemed Jungkook still heard me. 

His eyes widened and he tilted his head slightly, “Yes, everything is okay noona.” He shows me another weary smile before looking towards a chuckling Yoongi. I keep my gaze on him for a short moment before looking elsewhere. 

Despite the time, no one seems to be slowing. I am ready to go home. It’s been a long day and there’s nothing I’d want to do more than go home and sleep in my bed. Or...a bed...with Hoseok’s arms wrapped around me? 

I chuckle to myself at my thoughts, feeling my hands itch to have Hoseok close. But, I’ve realized that we’ve been moving at Hoseok’s pace this whole time. I’m not sure if he’s aware of that but, the growth between us has certainly been at his pace. 

He moves slowly. Hoseok doesn’t make a move forward if he isn’t 100% sure about it. I’ve come to the conclusion from simple observations, but I don't mind. I’m just...happy. 

I stand up from my seat, grabbing my phone and walking around to Jennie’s seat. My bag was hung up on the back of her seat, and she leaned forward to let me grab it. 

“You’re ready to head home?” Jungkook asked as I walked back around the table to where he sat. I nod, putting my bag’s strap on my shoulder.

“It’s getting late. I would stay longer, but I’m feeling tired” I explained. Jungkook stood up from his seat with a grunt, as if he was waiting for me to say that.

“Ok I’ll--” 

“Actually--” I cut off Jungkook, but I was also cut off by Namjoon, whose tone isn't matching the playful atmosphere we were currently in.

“Jungkook, Hoseok is going to drive her home.” His words stopped the chatter in the room, drawing attention to Jungkook and I. He looked at me, before looking at Namjoon. I watched the two hold each other's gazes, Namjoon giving Jungkook a knowing grimace. 

Did I miss something?

“Y-yeah,” I chime in, wanting to stop the tense interaction, “It’s okay Kook.” I look at him and smile.

“Hoseok said he’ll drive me home. Things are going well for us, so he’ll probably be driving me home from now on.” I say, beaming at the young man. Though he towered over me, in this moment he looked so small. 

Is everything okay with him? Did I do something to hurt his feelings? 

“Of course!” He exclaims, grinning widely. But there’s something stiff about the gesture, “See you later Y/n!” He sits down in his seat like he couldn’t wait for me to get out of his face. The action felt a bit uncharacteristic of Jungkook but I didn’t say anything else. 

“Yeah,” I said softly then spoke towards everyone in the room, “I’ll see y’all later!” Everyone waves kindly and smiles. I throw a concerned look at Jungkook before heading down the hallway. I knock on the double doors and hear nothing back. 

I knock once more, still no response. I slowly enter Hoseok’s office, peeking my head in, noticing the lights are dim, with a while glow from an opened macbook on the desk. Behind the open macbook is Hoseok, with his arms folded on the table and his head on his arms. He was nearly concealed by the large macbook but his hair was peak out from the side. 

I walk further into the office and close the door gently behind me. I set my bag on one of the empty chairs and walked around the desk so I was right beside him. I giggled silently, watching how cute he was as he slept. 

That hard look he always had was melted away. He looked so innocent. I took my phone that was still in my hand and turned on the camera, snapping a few pictures. As I was doing that, my eyes moved to the lit macbook and my eyes widened. 

I stared at the desktop that was displayed. It was a picture of Hoseok and I. This is from the Charity gala, clearly a professional picture, as I didn’t take any pictures from my phone that day. We both stood close to each other and he had his arm around me. He was looking down at me, that same teasing smirk on his lips. Our faces were so close, you’d think this was an intimate moment that was happening in private.

I was looking up at him with a big smile on my lips.

Is this what we looked like that night? Oh wow. The longer I stare at the picture, the realer it looks. That was supposed to be us pretending? We need Oscars for such a performance, because nothing about that picture gives off discomfort. 

The fondness in his eyes as he smirks, and the bright look on my face.  

I look back down at Hoseok and set my phone on the desk, staring at his sleeping figure for a short moment. He must be tired. I know he’s tired. He seems so at ease while he sleeps, like there isn’t a single problem in the world.

I stretched my hand out, a bit hesitant before letting my fingers caress his hair slightly. I gently swipe it out his eyes before placing a hand on his shoulder. Before I could shake him awake, his eyes snapped open. 

They’re alert, almost expecting to see a problem before him. He picks his head up and looks around the room before looking my way. His eyes soften, and though there is a smile on his eyes, it doesn’t hide the fondness in them.

“Hey,” His voice raspy, “you’re ready to go?” He sighs and looks at his open laptop screen before looking at me with wide eyes. It was comical, and made me giggle.

“Your wallpaper is cute.” I tease, pointing towards that screen. He wordlessly closes the laptop. Rolling his eyes at my words. 

He stands up from his seat, making me step back while he pulls open a drawer and grabs some keys. It’s just now that I realize I’m going to be going into Hoseok’s personal car, which I haven’t done before. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Hoseok driving a car himself. 

“Where’d you get the picture?” I ask.

“Jimin emailed them to me. I don’t know where he got them from. I’ll send them to you.” He says before scratching the back of his head. He was still shaking off the sleep, and I just watched him quietly, fond of him.

“They’re still out there?” He motions towards the double doors before leaning his desk. 

I nod, “Yeah, they’re out there cracking jokes and laughing. They have too much energy! I’m tired and ready to go to bed.” 

I glance towards the doors and look back to see Hoseok grinning with his gaze focused on me. 

“You should have come to take a nap with me, now I’ve recharged and have nothing but energy.” He mutters, his eyes moving down to my hand, which he took in his. He held my hand, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand. 

He tightened his hold on my hand before pulling me closer.

“That stupid phone call ruined our moment.” He whispered while bringing his face closer to mine. His lips hovered over mine, the heat of his breath. My eyes fluttered close, expecting the feel of his lips on mine. 

I waited, and nothing came. I opened my eyes to see Hoseok laughing silently while my face started to heat up with embarrassment. 

“You’re so eager.” He teases, his shoulders shaky as his laughter starts to sound through the room. I glared at him, ready to pull my hand away in protest. But he wouldn’t let me, only pulling me closer in retaliation. 

“You were sweetly waiting for me to kiss you. Do you want me that badly Y/n?” His tone leaned more towards jokes than the slight sexual frustration that was creeping up on me. 

“Anyway!” I say trying to change the subject, “What are you doing 2 days from now?” 

He laughs at my desperate attempt, “I have some meetings, but I’ll be off by 3. After that I have some guests coming to visit.”

I grew in interest, “Guests?” 

“Some people who do blackmarket work for me in Japan will be stopping by. I’m moving some of them here, and talking with them about recruiting. I feel like I’m losing control of things in Japan.” He says. 

“I see,” was all I could reply. I was going to ask him about going on a date, but it looks like he’ll be busy for the next few days. 

“Why? What were you thinking about?” 

“I was gonna say we could go for some dinner? Just before I go back to work, cause they’re going to be working me like crazy once I go back.” 

“Dinner is boring, let’s do something else. Let’s go to a drive-in movie. I know a place not too far from here. They serve you in your car and everything.” He sounds kind of excited about it, so I couldn’t but be excited as well. 

“That sounds great,” I agree, “You’ll be okay about us eating in your car?” 

“Yeah, it’s no problem!” He chimes, “a car can always be cleaned.” 

I only nod in agreement, before releasing my hand from his to walk around the desk and grab my bag. He follows behind me, his keys jingling in his hands as his other arm is draped on my shoulders. I wrap my arm around his waist and we step out of his office with the double doors swinging closed behind us. 

“You must really like me to have a wallpaper like that?” I tease, looking up at him with a smirk.  

He scoffs, looking forward as everyone at the table comes into sight. 

“Oh, did you not know?” He sarcastically replies, then leaning down to whisper in my ear. 

“I like you a lot.” He says. 

“Good!” I exclaim, turning my head to look at him. His face was so close, that if it wasn’t for the eyes I could feel on us, I would have kissed him.

I looked away, seeing everyone at the table looking our way.

“Wow, is this what we’ll have to deal with from now on?” Yoongi scoffed, a feign look of disgust on his face. 

“Hyung, you’re just jealous.” Taehyung jeered, “They’re cute together! Maybe Hoseok-hyung will become nicer!” 

Laughs sound through the room, and I try to stifle my chuckles. 

“I’m not a miracle worker!” I shout back, making more laughs erupt. Yet, I don’t miss the way Jungkook’s laughs were small and probably fake. 

I need to make a mental note to talk to him, or I’ll ask Hoseok what’s wrong. We say our goodbyes, ignoring the playful questions of if I was really being dropped off. Hoseok only brushes them off, not minding the joking remarks, while I can only chuckle. 

We walk out the building and I follow Hoseok’s lead as we only walk down the sidewalk for a few moments. The restaurants were still opened, with people still walking the streets. Some were drunks, marching around with their friends, while some were couples roaming about. 

We come to a sleek and dark silver Hyundai Sedan. I couldn’t name the exact model, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Hyundai like this. Hoseok casually opens the door for me and I take my seat, gawking at the all black interior of the car. 

He’d be okay with us eating in here? I’d be scared to do anything in a car like this. I leaned back in the seat, adjusting it to my liking as he walked around the car and opened the driver’s side. I plopped into the car, sighing as he closed the door. 

I was still trying to figure out how I want to adjust the seat, using the buttons on the side of the door to do so. When I was pleased with the setting, I buckled my belt, watching as Hoseok started the car. Was he waiting for me to finish whatever I was doing?

The engine started,  but was so quiet….I could barely hear it. It was a low and soft pur. The lights to all the buttons and interior of the car turned on and I gasped, making Hoseok look my way.

“Your car is so cool.” I gush. He takes his hands off the wheel and leans his head back into his seat. He stares at me as I run my fingers along the screen and the buttons below it.

“Why don’t you get a car?” His tone is soft, and I believe his mind is elsewhere as he speaks.

I shrug, “I don’t know. I’ll probably do that. The money from the black market surgeries have been piling up.” 

“I knew you weren’t gonna do anything with that money.” He says, “you don’t need much to be happy.” 

“Yup!” I agree, “I just need food, work and--” My words stop short realizing what I was about to say. 

“And?” He eggs on, putting his eyes forward as he moves the car into drive.

“And you.” I practically whispered, turning to look his way. He laughs, glancing at me before making a turn and zooming down the street. It was mostly empty but that didn’t stop me from falling back into my seat. 

Hoseok looks at me for a moment and I notice the car slow in speed, “Sorry.” He sounds almost nervous. 

“I tend to speed.” He explains, “but if it’s scary for you, I’ll slow down.” 

Most of the ride was with small conversation, and a few jokes. I found myself leaning towards him, my elbow resting on the middle compartment, with my chest resting on my chin. I don’t even notice when we pull up to my Apartment complex, watching Hoseok as he smoothly parallel parks.

The corner of his lips turn up into a smile while he forces on his parking. He can see me staring at him, my face being very close. A soft sigh leaves my lips and my heart starts to hammer in my chest. 

I love him. I am in love with Hoseok and though he’s slowly opening up to me...I feel very lucky. You never know how a soulmate situation is going to unfold but things took a good turn. I am head over-heels. Anyone can see that. 

Hoseok puts the gear in park and turns to look my way, one corner of his lips pulling up into a smirk. My smile widens, and I ignore the pounding of my heart in my ears. I’m hoping there isn’t a visible blush appearing in my face.

The lights from the various buttons and the screen display was all that was illuminating his face. It was a bit dark, but his features were visible the more my eyes adjusted to the darkness. His bright smile also shined through. We were sitting here smiling at each other like fools. 

I watched his eyes move to my lips, his hand resting on my thigh as he scooted closer. When he couldn’t get close enough, he groaned and unbuckled his seat belt. The action was funny, so clicked off my seatbelt, and scooted till the side of my thigh was pressed against the middle compartment.

“I’ll see you later?” I whispered, staring at Hoseok through narrow eyes. 

“You won’t see me till the date, I got some things to deal with.” His breath fanned over my lips.

“That’s cool. I’m going to get ready to get back to work. I might even visit Ms. Choi.” I answered.

He raised an eyebrow, “Ms. Choi?” 

“That lady I told you about? The one who got into the accident?” 

He thinks shortly before nodding as he remembered, “Oh right, the lady whose husband is in a coma?”

“Exactly. She’s a nice old lady who needs some cheering up. She has no kids or family, her husband is all she has left. I feel so bad for her.” I pout, “You should come visit her with me.”

“Why me?”

“I’ve mentioned you to her, and she probably wants to know who my mystery man is!”

“Your only other friend is an old lady from the hospital, and you’re eager to show her off to me? Or are you eager to show me off?” 

“Whichever you think it is.”

“Oh,” He says as if he remembered something. He leans away a bit before moving his hand from my leg to my hip, “The people from my Japanese fraction are a bit more intense than the guys you’ve met, but don’t let them scare you. They won’t mess with you, and if any of them do...let me know.”

I gulped, wondering just how these people could be for Hoseok to say they’re intense. I already felt like Hoseok was an intense person, but maybe they’re intense in a different way. Probably louder? More in your face? I wonder if that’s why he feels like he’s losing control of them because of that.

“They’ll be sticking around for some time?” 

“Not all of them. Some will go back to Japan, others will be set in different places in Korea. You’ll get used to their faces.”

“Okay, but--”

“There’s one more thing.” Hoseok says softly, a slight uncertainty in his voice. He frowns and bites his lip for a moment.

“What’s up?”

“There’s one member who will be coming from Japan...her name is Jisoo.” He pauses, and I can only watch him hesitate to utter his words. A woman named Jisoo?

“Since you were talking about communication, I didn’t want to leave you blind. Jisoo and I…” He trails off. 

“Dated? Had a fling?” I guessed. I don’t think I’m feeling any jealousy, or any dread as he tells me this, cause we’re becoming something.

“No, nothing like that. I’ve slept with her before, and she’s developed feelings since then. But I slept with her more than two years ago and she still has a crush on me.”

My eyes moved over his face, watching him scrutinize my reaction. I only had one question and the rest didn’t really matter. 

“Do you have feelings for her?” 

“No.” He answers quickly, and I can only shrug in response. I smile at him and close the space between us to get him a peck. The smacking sounds as our lips separated, made me a bit embarrassed. 

“Then there’s no problem Hoseok, I’m not worried.” I reassure him, kissing him again. This time a bit longer, our lips barely parting before he leaned in for another,  an exhale leaving his nose as he did so. Another kiss. Another kiss. A peck. Lips opening and tongues meeting, soft whines that sneaked their way up my neck while my body felt like it was growing hot. Dangerously hot. My hand reached up to rest on his check, and my fingers tingled as they touched his skin.

The kisses were sweet, a way of prolonging the goodbye and almost a silent understanding of how our relationship has changed. We’re walking into different territory, and it’s a little scary but I’m willing to give it a try. 

Though, I can’t be sure if the easy-going feeling of this transition has to do with us being soulmates, or if the yearning for each other is overshadowing the nerves. 

“I need to go,” I said with heavy breaths, my words almost cut off by a peck from Hoseok. I smiled, closing my eyes as he kissed me once more. 

“Yeah,” He hums, not really aware of the words he’s saying. My eyes flutter open to see his eyes on me, His gaze dripping with lust and something else? The facial expression is something I haven’t seen from Hoseok before. The gentle look left me breathless, making my only response being to stare back. 

My stomach flipped as we sat there in silence, almost trying to understand the wordless message the other was giving. 

I wonder if he can feel my words. I don’t have the courage to say them just yet but I’m sure he knows. Everyone knows. I like Hoseok more than he likes me, and I’m okay with that. But can he tell that I love him? Hoseok is too observant for his own good. He must know. 

I gleefully drum my fingers against his cheek, “I have to go.” I whisper as if I was scared for someone to hear me.

“You work early tomorrow?” I question, dropping my hands from his check, leaning back into my seat. His eyes followed my movements, and the hot atmosphere was passing. Even the light stream of air form the AC wasn’t cooling to boiling of my skin.

“I always do,” He cracks a smile, “But my naps get me through the day.”

“That’s not healthy, make sure you get enough sleep. It’ll make your days run smoother.” I wag my finger at him as he rolls his eyes.

“We just became a couple and you’re already nagging me.” He jokes. 

I gasp, faking hurt from his comment. The gasp was more to hide my surprise at his words. A couple? My heart picks up in pace, and a small shiver of joy runs through my body.

“Hey now! Don’t say that! I do not nag! I criticize while giving suggestions to follow!” I tilt my chin up with a grimace. 

“So what you’re saying...you nag me?” 

“Hoseok!”

“What?” He fails to suppress his laughter, “you basically described nagging! And that’s okay. Y/n.” He reaches his arm out and pats my head affectionately.

“If you think about it, you were nagging me from the first encounter? Remember on the phone when you yelled at me about not taking Jungkook to the hospital?”

I protest by brushing his hand off my head, “Now that one was valid! He could have died!”

“At the time I was thinking ‘who does this lady think she is? Scolding me like I’m a little kid.’ She must not know who she’s talking to.”

“Really?” I raise my eyebrows at him, interested in hearing his thoughts on our first encounter.

“Yup!” He popped the p. Look at the dashboard where the time was displayed.

“Head inside Y/n, you can always call me tomorrow.” He said.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later.” I grab my bag and set it on my lap, opening the car door and leaving it open before leaning towards Hoseok again, this time kissing his cheek. If I kissed him on the lips again, I’d let myself get wrapped up.

“Good night.”

“Good night.” I said before stepping out the car and closing the door. I walked towards the complex doors. I glance back at Hoseok. I can barely see him in the night lighting up. I turn back around and enter my complex, walking towards the elevator to get to my apartment. 

When I walk in and lock the door behind me, a wave of a new emotion is washing over me. It’s unfamiliar but I can’t be sure if it’s uneasiness or comfort. It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve entered my apartment, though that’s not the case. I was here earlier today! But why does it feel like too much has happened since I stepped out my door. I was standing at the doorway, staring blankly into the nothingness. 

My thoughts were moving too quickly for my body to make any action.

My phone bings, causing me to jump and dig through my bag to find it. On my screen is a text message from Hoseok.

[2:04 AM] Hoseok: Are you okay?

Before I could reply he sent another message.

[2:05 AM] Hoseok: Are you in your apartment is what I meant….

I snicker at the text before replying.

[2:06 AM] Y/N: Yes Hoseok, I got inside alright. Thank you for checking. Good night and drive safe. 

I let my thumb hover over the pink heart emoji, worried that I’d look too eager. I click the blushing smiley face emotion and send the text message. I waltz into my room, ready to crash onto my bed. I toss my bag to the side and plug my phone into it’s charger.

I don’t fall asleep, letting myself get lost in my thoughts. I stare up at my ceiling, recounting the day in my head, as well as going over the schedule that was set for me when I return in a few days. I’m being put right back into surgeries. 

I sigh before getting up from my bed and walking out my room to the bathroom. I take a quick shower and change into my pjs. I fall sleep the moment I lay my head on the pillow. 

~!~

I hum the music playing from my speaker as I added some spices to the stew I was making. Despite staying up late, I only slept in till 11 am. I ate a quick breakfast, took a jog around the neighborhood before taking another shower to cool off. It’s now 3pm and I’m making a later lunch.

The portions are big so I’ll probably leave some for dinner. I stirred the stew a bit and lowered the heat before reaching to grab my phone from the counter. I had texts from Jennie and a few from Taehyung asking if he should make a group chat with everyone in it. 

I knew the guys had a group chat of their own. They only spoke about work, and I wasn’t included in it, so I think Taehyung wanted to make a casual one. I responded, telling him to go ahead. 

I reply to Jennie who is begging me to return to work because Mr. Lee is driving her crazy. I was usually the buffer between those two, seeing as they don’t get along the best.

I can only send her laughing emojis, followed by an encouraging statement. 

After sending that, I bite my lip and tap my fingers against the side of my phone. I know Hoseok said he's busy today, so I’ll just text him instead of calling him. I haven’t heard from him today.

[2:37 PM] Y/n: Hey? Just checking in on you. Have you eaten?

I pressed send and set my phone down only for it to start ringing. I’m too eager to grab it and am disappointed when it’s not the name I expected.

I press answer and bring the phone to my ear.

“Hey mom!” I sing and stir the stew some more. 

“Y/n! My goodness! Are you a celebrity or something? Why is it so hard to reach you?” My mom shouts. I giggle at her words, realizing I’ve been avoiding her calls. 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry mom, I’ve been caught up with some things.” 

“More like someone.” She says under her breath, making me stop what I was doing. 

I haven’t brought up Hoseok, so is she just asking so is she just making assumptions?

“What do you mean?” I ask, bringing the spoon up to my lips to give it a taste. I put my phone on speaker and set it on the counter as my mom grumbles some unintelligible things.

“Mom?” I call out, as I grab some more spices for the stew, “I can’t hear you?”

“I saw the pictures!” She shouts at once, making my eyes widen. 

“Pictures? What pictures?” 

“The ones from that Charity Gala weeks ago! I went on your hospital’s website and it was there! You and that man! You look awfully close to each other.” She pressed. All I could do was sigh as she started her rant.

“How come you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend? Y/n, we used to be so close! Now you barely call! And it says he’s a wealthy businessman? How did you meet him? How is his family life? Is he a kind man? Wh--”

I cut her off, feeling like my head was going to explode if she spoke anymore.

“--Mom, mom. Please just take a breath! I will tell you. His name is Hoseok and he owns an investing company.” 

She snorts at my words, and I know she’s rolling her eyes like she always does. My mom has a big personality, and she always balanced out everything because my dad is such a quiet man. 

“I know that Y/n! I was able to find this out from google. Tell me something else.” 

“Well…” I trail off, “He’s my soulmate.”

The shriek that she lets out could have woken my neighbors’ dogs out of their sleep, and was enough to make me lower the volume on my phone as a reflex. I hear her saying something to another person, one who I’m assuming is my dad. 

His deep voice rings low in the background, his happiness nowhere near her level of excitement. 

“Darling, that’s amazing! Is he a good man?” She questions.

I nod my head as if she could see me, “Yes...yes mom, he’s a great man. He’s a little stiff but he’s kind in his own way.”

“Stiff?” She repeats. 

“He hasn’t dated anyone before so, he’s a little stiff when it comes to relationships.”

“Ahh!” She cooes in understanding, “That’s kind of cute. You’d think a bachelor like him would have had a lot of girlfriends!” 

I open my mouth to speak but she starts again.

“Wait! He was on the 2019 list of most unattainable bachelor’s! Maybe he was really waiting for his soulmate.” She says in a dreamy tone. 

“Mom, just how much research did you do on him?” 

She snickers and avoids my question as my father’s voice is heard in the background.

“She wanted to make sure he was a good man! And it seems he is. Good for you, Y/n.” His voice is a little bit above a yell, telling me he was probably sitting in his favorite seat that was by the TV. 

There was a long silence as I turned off the stove and grabbed some bowls. 

“You’ll introduce us when the time is right.” It wasn’t a question, but rather a statement that she was confirming. 

“That is right mom, you know I will.” I answered, opening the rice cooker to scoop out some rice. I spent another 30 minutes on the phone with my mom. I let her know how work has been going, leaving out that I was out sick due to injury. She caught me up on things and how my father was doing. 

Everyone seems well and it let me rest easy to know everyone is alright. 

I didn’t get a response from Hoseok till an hour later. I’m sitting on my bed, reviewing some medical books when my phone pings, Hoseok’s contact with the heart emojis appearing on my screen. 

[4:03 PM] Hoseok: Hey. I’m fine :) I've been busy but I’ve eaten. I had an inkling that you were gonna nag me about it.

I laughed at his response. 

[4:05 PM] Y/n: So what you’re saying is….that the nagging worked?

I drop the phone and go back to reading, my eyes looking over at my phone every few minutes. When he replies it’s a bit later.

[4:27 PM] Hoseok: That’s not what I’m saying at all. What have you been doing today?

[4:30PM] Y/n: Nothing! I’ve been at home all day. Reading some books and watching TV. That’s really it. Are you still at work?

[4:32 PM] Hoseok: Yeah, in a meeting.

He’s in a meeting? Should he be texting me right now? I hope it's nothing too important.

[4:34 PM] Y/n: Am I distracting you?

[4:35 PM] Hoseok: Yup.

He texts the way he speaks. I stare at the phone screen wondering if I should continue the conversation. I imagine him still in a conference room with men pointing out numbers and graphs in a presentation.He wasn’t paying attention, his eyes watching the open text conversation. 

All the businessmen were aware of his disregard, but no one will raise their voice in this manner. How could they? They know better. 

The image makes me giggle, and as I move my fingers to reply, he sends another message. 

[4:37 PM] Hoseok: They’re not telling me anything new. I already know the numbers, and stats. It’s a formality.

[4:39 PM] Y/n: I see, so what are you doing after the meeting?

I stick my tongue out and clasp my teeth onto my tongue. A small snicker of encouragement slips out my lips and I pause, surprised and shocked by the sound. I just saw him yesterday, but will I ever get tired of seeing that handsome face of his? No. Never.

My heart is pounding against my rib cage, the rhythmic beating bringing an annoyance with it. The same feeling of an unwanted visitor knocking at your door. It felt like my nerves around Hoseok would never subside. My face till heats up, and the giddy bubbling of butterflies pushing my heart up into my neck with every kiss was embarrassing. 

My awkward movements accompanied by the rigid actions reminded me of an inexperienced high schooler, trying to calculate things around her first boyfriend. 

But Hoseok isn’t my first boyfriend. But he’s the first man I’ve loved. The first man I’ve craved like this. The feelings that zip around me feel so strong, I paralyze myself to keep from expressing them. I don’t want to overwhelm Hoseok. But for a man who has never hm ore than a sex only fling, he’s gentle, kind and considerate. Awkward, but still considerate. 

[4:45 PM] Hoseok: Do you want to see me?

[4:47 PM] Y/n: I can only handle so much of you, Jung Hoseok. I’m just asking questions.

I add in the irritated emoji face, making the point of it being a joke clear.

[4:50 PM] Hoseok: I have another meeting. Than handling some other manners. I’ll see you on Friday though.

I get another text. 

[4:52 PM] Hoseok: We’ll have to see how much of me you can really handle, princess ;) See you on friday. 

Princess? Oh shit. That’s me. I'm ‘princess’. I press my hand against my chest and re-read the text before falling back on my bed. My textbook was forgotten, along with whatever plans I had for today. 

Jung Hoseok isn’t as scary as he looks. Jung Hoseok is a lover boy. 

~!~

It’s not your first date Y/n, so get a fucking grip. I stared at myself in the full length mirror that hung on the back of my bedroom door. 

I did my hair neatly, and settled on a pastel purple top. I was long sleeve and clung closely to my skin. It was a low round neck top that was slightly cropped in length. The front was plain but the back had buttons. The bottom missing a couple of buttons, leaving some back showing. I added a silver necklace with a butterfly charm and stud earrings.

When I explained the top to Jennie she commented, “What an easy to take off top.” 

I jeered at her, knowing that wasn’t the reason for picking this top. I just thought it was cute. I paired it with a fitted denim skirt. The skirt was a light denim, thankfully not the thicker and stiffer denim I see often. I topped it off with some white sneakers and a clear small hand bag. 

I look cute right? I tilt my head at the person staring back at me. Would Hoseok like something edgier? My closet holds the potential for many different styles. My girly looks rarely make an appearance.

My phone buzzed from inside my bag. I checked the text to see that Jennie had pulled up in front of my apartment complex. Hoseok has been swamped with work, and asked if I could meet him at the headquarters. Yesterday, we spoke on the phone briefly, and he let me know the members from Japan had already arrived. 

I’d be seeing them when I arrive at the headquarters. Jennie got off work early and agreed to pick me up. Maybe I should get a car.

When I walk out of my apartment complex I see Jennie sitting right out front, her eyes focused on her phone. It was nearly 7 and the sun was starting to set, giving a orange hue to everything outside. 

Jennie looks up from her phone as I approach the car and her jaw drops. I laugh, knowing she’s overreacting. This outfit is basic.

I open the passenger and slip into the car, ignoring the look Jennie gave me as I close the door and put on my seat belt. Her open mouth gawk melting into a mouth opened smile. I look forward, knowing what’s coming. 

“Y/n…” she says in a heavy tone, as if I’d done something horrible and she was about to scold me. 

“Jennie, just drive.” I keep my eyes forward again, pressing my lips tight to suppress my smile.

“Y/n,” she repeats, turning her body to face me. Her eyes move up and down my body before chuckling. 

“You are soooo getting fucked tonight.” 

I gasp at her words, breaking my starting match with the parking meter out. 

“Jennie!” 

“What! I’m not wrong! Y/n, you look hot! Oh my goodness! The top is so cute! The denim skirt is so cute! All together cute! How is Hoseok gonna keep his hands off you?” She chimes. As she spoke she turned to face forward again, changing the gear into dive. 

“Jennie, come on. He and I are just going to a drive-in movie and maybe some dinner after words.” I pause, “Unless he’ll think I look weird? He’d probably like me with something more edgy?”

Jennie pulls away from the curb, merging into traffic. 

“He’d like you with nothing on Y/n.” She mutters.

“Enough of that Jennie.” I playfully hit her shoulder. She glances my way for one a second and looks back at the road.

“Are you a virgin?” She questions.

I sigh, “No. Unfortunately young college Y/n was swayed by a cute boy at a party.”

“So what is there to be so nervous about?” She pokes. When I don’t answer, she continues speaking. 

“Hoseok is a man. He has desires! You’re just teasing him at this point! Keep messing around and you’ll become his prey.” 

It’s silent for a moment before I shrug and casually mutter, “And what’s wrong with becoming his prey?”

Jennie squeals, “Yes Y/n, keep that energy! You were doing the chasing for some time, make him chase you a bit.”

She flashes me a huge smile before looking back at the road.

“You’ve still been doing the black market work?” I ask. 

She nods, “Yes ma’am.”

“Have you met the crew from Japan?” 

“Yeah,” She sounds a bit on edge, “They’re kinda intense, and there’s this one girl-”

“Jisoo.” I cut her off.

“Yes, her! She has an ugly air to her. She’s gets a little too close to Hoseok too.” 

I nodded, “I expected that. Hoseok told me that had a thing in the past.” 

“A thing?”

“Barely a thing. They slept together, but that was two years ago. She must like him.” 

Jennie throws me a worried glance, “How do you feel about that?” 

“I am not stressed, Hoseok isn’t an easily swayed main. I can attest to that.”

I don’t have the smallest bit of doubt in my system. Hoseok isn’t a feeble man that would let another woman move him.When we arrive to the headquarters, Jennie is answering a question I asked.

I asked her if it was weird that Hoseok went from progressing slowly to moving quickly. 

“It’s not weird? Jaehyun became my boyfriend after 2 weeks. We didn’t have a struggle with getting our connection going like you and Hoseok. So don’t mind it. The average time between meeting and getting married for soulmates is 8 months.” 

She places a supportive hand on my shoulder, “You spent 3 months just getting Hoseok to open up. You guys are one of the slower ones.”

She goes on about how soulmates are made for each other by the universe and how moving quickly with such a person is only because the connections are so strong. We stepped inside, passing the first door, and than the second set of doors. 

She spoke quieter as we walked in, her eyes flickering to something. I pulled my eyes away from her face to see just how crowded the lobby looked today.

There were about 25 people I wasn't familiar with. Some sat at the circular table while others stood. Near the white boards was Hoseok. He stood there saying something and pointing at the white board. He moved closer to the table, pointing to something that was on a large sheet of paper. 

I picked out some familiar faces. Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook. They were all tuning into what Hoseok was saying. The conversation seemed serious and I didn’t want to interrupt. Jennie put an encouraging hand on the small of my back then started making her way towards the surgical room. 

My steps towards the table are slow and inconsistent in movement, like i'm trying to avoid Hoseok’s eyes. 

I’m still standing pretty far off when a head turns. It wasn’t Hoseok’s eyes that saw me. It was a woman I wasn’t familiar with. She sat at the table, her seat closest to Hoseok. Next to her was an empty seat that I assume was for Hoseok. 

She stared at me, clearly confused. I watched her eyes hit certain points on my body while she looked me up and down. She’s beautiful. Black hair that stopped about shoulder length with a thin face and beautiful face structure. 

She moves her gaze to me, not hiding a small hint of disgust as she turned away                                                                                                  . I scoff to myself, understanding Jennie’s words about the bad air around her. I turn my attention back   to Hoseok. He wore a loose white button up with a leather jacket. However the black leather jacket had some detailing along the arm. It was something colorful, and it was slight but cute.

He wore joggers -like dress pants. They were black a bit loose but fitted in at the ankles. He stood at the table, putting his hands into both pants pockets and leaning down to read something from a sheet of paper. 

I took a few steps closer and caught the attention of some other members. A tall buff man looked my way. His eyes were also hard and unfamiliar, but he stood out from the others. This man was older, quite older than the rest. His beard had wisps of grey and white, while the lines on his face showed signs of aging. 

He crossed his arms over his chest, as he stood a bit behind the girl I assume to be Jisoo. Neither of them had a welcoming look on his face. I found myself taking a step back, wondering if this intense atmosphere was different than what I usually walk into.

Maybe it’s best not to interrupt. But...the movie starts at 8:30. I glance at my watch and notice it’s 7:45. Will they be wrapping up the meeting soon?

“Y/n, how long are you gonna stand over there?” The familiar voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked over at Hoseok who’s eyes were still on the papers on the table. His words moved everyone’s attention to me. The only kind eyes were of the guys I knew. Taehyung waved carelessly and Jungkook smiled at me. 

His attitude seems better than when I saw him a few days ago. 

When I don’t answer, Hoseok looks up from his papers. His eyes met mine for a split second before his gazes running up and down the length of my body. His lips turn into a smirk and he turns his body to face me. It’s like he forgot about the 30 other people in the room.

He stretched an arm out as if I was only a foot away. I walked quickly towards him, taking his stretched out hand. 

“We’ll be done soon.” He pulls me close and whispers in my ear, “I’m wrapping up this meeting and then I just have to hand off some documents.” 

My eyes moved towards those in the room and some had their eyes on us, others looked away. It’s like they were giving us privacy.

“Okay, i’ll just wait over-” I begin to step away, but he stops, taking his hand from mine and placing it on the small of my back.

“Nah, just sit here.” He says with a cute smile. He points towards the empty seat beside Jisoo. I couldn’t protest, because Hoseok was already guiding me to the seat. I sat down, putting my back to Jisoo so I was facing Hoseok.

Though  the weight of her stare was starting to burn. It felt like leaving the back of your neck exposed to the blistering heat of the sun. I shifted in my seat, trying to make myself uncomfortable. My skirt suddenly felt so short. I attempted to pull it down a bit and looked back up to see Hoseok’s eyes move back to the paper he suddenly had in his hand. 

He cleared his throat and turned back to the white board. Was he looking at me just now? His ears turning red was the confirmation I needed. I giggled to myself, taking my purse and setting it onto the table.

“So that’s how we’ll be moving forward. Those who have been moved to different roles, I need you to follow me to my office. I’ll give you the appropriate documents, and information. Those who were given assignments also come to my office.” He writes down a date on the white board. It’s 2 weeks from today. 

He sets the paper down on the table and looks around the room.

“I expect the assignments completed by this date.” He speaks sternly. I look up at him as he speaks, admiring his profile and the serious look on his face.

He glances down at me, a playful smirk grazing his lips. 

“This is Y/n.” He says and puts a hand on my shoulder. I look away from him at the many people in the room. Their gazes sat on me with the same excitement as watching paint dry. I made eye contact with a few of them, not bothering to show a friendly smile. 

“You will show her the same respect you show me. She’s my soulmate, girlfriend, lover and all those things so don’t try anything either.” I looked up at Hoseok. The mention of the word ‘lover’ and ‘girlfriend’ threw me off but he kept his eyes on the other people in the room.

“Those who need to follow me to my office, let’s go.” He announces then looks at me again.

“Just give me five minutes princess.” He says quietly, before proceeding down the hallway with quite a few people behind him. I take a deep breath and look around the room, realizing the Jisoo was still in her seat beside me. 

“Kook!” I called out as we made eye contact. He smiled widely and walked towards me, Taehyung and Namjoon trailing behind him.

“Jeez Y/n! You look hot!” Taehyung said with his eyebrows raised. 

“No wonder the boss was suddenly distracted when you got here!” Namjoon exclaimed, “his ears were turning red and everything!”

They laugh and I turn my attention to Jungkook who looks back at me with those wide doe eyes of his. 

“Kook, are you okay now?” I ask softly. 

Before he could question what I meant, I spoke again; “Last time I saw you, you seemed so down. Is everything okay now?”

“Yes, noona. Everything is okay.” He shows me a bunny like smile but that soon fades away as we hear a sound. 

Our attention turns to Jisoo who had an elbow parched onto the table, with her head turned away from us. The sound we heard was her scoffing. Remnants of disdain still visible on her face. We all kept our eyes on her face a moment, before she glanced at us out the corner of her eyes. 

“Oh?” She feigns ignorance, “did you need something?” 

I sigh deeply, gripping my purse tightly. I can’t let myself be intimidated. Though the aura of her was one of a strong willed woman. She had to be when surrounded by people like this. But I can’t let myself be seen as weak. 

The weird weight I feel on my shoulders are the eyes of the other unfamiliar faces watching our interaction closely.

“Jisoo right?” I ask softly, but keeping the reflexive kind smile off my lips. 

She looks at me with harsh eyes, having them move up and down the length of my body. 

“Yes, I’m Jisoo.” Her tone is defensive. You’d think I was trying to pick a fight with her, but I didn’t let that bother me. Her make up was done nicely, with pink lipstick painted on her lips and a warmer pink blush brushed on her cheeks. 

No one looks this good for a mission meeting. She did all this for Hoseok. It’s easy to tell. Her soft makeup didn’t match her edgy look. She wore an oversized black Tee. There was some anime character printed on the front. The round neck area of the shirt was torn, showing enough cleavage to make you curious if she wore a bra.

Her nails were kind of long. They were painted a dark purple, matching the dark purple details of her black combat boots. She wore black biker shorts. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” I said simply, before digging into my purse to look for my phone. 

She snickers, “Is that all you have to say?” 

I look up from my purse, “What else am I supposed to say?” 

The innocent look in my eyes was pushing her buttons. Her brows knitted together and an irritated light appeared in her eyes.

There is a moment of silence before she throws a question at me.

“What do you do?”

“I’m a surgeon.” I answer, looking at my phone. I honestly wasn’t interested in whatever she felt like she had to prove. 

A humorless chuckle sounds from her, “A doctor? You’re a fucking doctor?”

“Well a surgeon is a doctor...so yeah.” I glanced up at my phone, and shrugged. I look back down at my phone. 

“Hoseok must have lost his fucking mind.” She mumbles under her breath. 

“Watch your words Jisoo,” Namjoon warns, but they fall to deaf ears.

“What the hell have you guys been doing around here?” She hisses at Namjoon.

“So what, cause she’s Hoseok’s soulmate; she can walk into the headquarters whenever she wants? She can see all your faces? Our faces?”

She looks at me, “Did Boss become spineless because of this chick?”

“Y/n oversees the black market surgeries, Jisoo.” Jungkook states, “Boss isn’t spineless, and neither is Y/n so I’d watch it.”

“What is gonna do? Run and tell Hoseok?” The whole time she’s speaking, I’m looking through messages about my first shift back to work tomorrow. The busy work waiting for me has been reduced to just paperwork. I’ll be preparing paperwork for upcoming surgeries. 

Ugh, how boring.

“Boss gonna let himself be swayed by some woman. He'll be tired of her sooner or later.” She looks towards the other members from Japan for support. None of them laugh with her or even crack a smile. My thoughts were zooming through my head and it seemed some of them slipped out my mouth.

“You sound so sure of that. Is it because he got bored with you so quickly?” I sneered as I typed a reply to Dr. Lee. I mentally shrieked at my words, knowing that the conversation was gonna escalate into an argument.

The room got oddly quiet, the clicking of the iPhone keyboard being all that’s heard. You couldn’t even hear people breathing. Was everyone holding their breath? Damn, I think I’m holding my breath.

I peer at Jisoo from under my eyelashes, smirking at the awestruck look on her face. 

“Damn, Y/n is ruthless.” Taehyung giggled behind his hand. 

I sighed as if wanting to avoid this conversation all together. I put my phone back into my purse and gave Jisoo a tight lipped smile. 

“I really don’t want to do this whole back and forth with you Jisoo. You like Hoseok, I get it. It’s cute--”

“Cute? Who the fuck do you think-” I cut her off just as she cut me off.

“-It’s cute but I think you need to let it go. Don’t get me wrong, you’ve known Hoseok longer than I have...but you know him as Boss. That’s it.”

I ignored the slight gasps and shuffling as those who were still in the room listened in. I really don't like coming off as territorial or rude but I can’t let her think I’m someone with no backbone. 

“And yes, Hoseok won’t let himself be completely swayed by me. He’s a man of his work. His work is his everything and that’s fine cause I’m a close second. So I don’t see the need to argue with you cause you’re competing when there is no race.”

I didn’t want to hear whatever she had to say in return. I stood up from my seat, pulling my skirt down a bit, and putting my purse over my shoulder.

“Y/n, you’re such a badass.” Namjoon whispered in encouragement. 

I avoided looking at Jisoo again, walking away from my seat just as Hoseok emerged from the hallway. 

“Hey,” He lightly jogged my way, his hand finding its place on my lower back.

“Ready to go?” He said sweetly. I agreed, bringing my hand up to rest on his cheek. He smiled, his hand on my back pushing me closer. 

“You look good.” I say shyly.

“You look better than good, princess.” He teases, leaning forward so our noses were brushing. Has he forgotten about all the people in the room? Or is Hoseok a man who doesn’t care about public displays of affection?

 “I missed you.” I confess, rubbing my thumb along his cheek.

He only hums in reply before pressing his lips to mine. It was a short kiss, leaving me wanting more. As he pulled away, I followed after him and kissed him once more.

“Can you guys get a room?” Namjoon yells, making us both look at him. 

“Get used to it Joon!” I yell at him, “Stop being jealous.” I stick a tongue at him before turning back to Hoseok. I drop my hand from his face, unable to hide the fond smile on my face. 

“Let’s go.” I say before taking his hand from my back and holding it. We ignore the mumbles from those we were leaving behind, and make our way out the double doors tell we were standing outside the building.

“How was your day?” I ask as he leads me towards a car I’d never seen before. This was not the car I was in a few days ago. This car black, and had that new car shine to it. It had a retractable roof, and unlike the other car, the windows weren’t too tinted. 

“It was frustrating.” He answers honestly, “I dealt with people at the company trying to convince me to invest into a project that was going nowhere. I had to meet with the CEO of Moonchild Publishings about investing into his company, but that went south quickly.” 

We stopped by his car, and I pouted at the sad look on his face. He’s tired. I can see it now. The fatigue was visible on his face and the slight slouch in his shoulders also gave it away. He must have started his day early.

“Then I had to come back here to deal with attitude and doubt. It’s been stressful and tomorrow is gonna be just the same.”

“I’m sorry,” I pout, squeezing his hand in silent support. 

“Don’t apologize. I've been looking forward to this date, so this day is ending off on a good note.” He opens the door for me, but I stare at him with a big smile. 

“Really?” I am a bit surprised. “You were looking forward to our date?” 

“Yeah,” He sounds a bit confused, “I mean...you are my girl right? So, that’s expected.” 

I nod, “Right. Of course.” He stares at me as if I was the confused one. 

“We’re dating princess, which means you’re not chasing after me anymore.”

I roll my eyes, “I wasn’t chasing after you! I was pursuing you!”

“You keep denying something only to admit it in a different wording.” He says in a manner of a fact, before motioning for me to get in the car. I sit in the car, and he closes the door for me. It’s not long before he’s in the driver’s seat and we’re on our way. 

I still haven't gotten used to his speedy way of driving, earning a small laugh from his while he saw me stressed facial expression. 

“What did you do today?” He asks. 

“I studied some medical books and prepared for my first shift back tomorrow.” 

“Ahh yes. Doctors never stop learning, huh?” 

“Exactly,” I nearly sing, “but it doesn’t even matter because I've been put on desk work all day tomorrow.” 

“That sucks,” he looks at me as he stops at a red light, “you’re probably eager to get your hands to work.” 

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I’ll have a bunch of surgeries to do in the next few weeks, and since the excuse I gave them was that I fell down the stairs, they must want to move slowly with me.” 

I show Hoseok a pointed look and he puts hands up in defense, “Hey, it was Jennie who called in and said that. We definitely couldn’t tell them you were shot!” 

“I know, I know. But why make me seem so clumsy? I fell down outdoor stairs? Jeez!”

“No one thinks you’re clumsy, and falling down the stairs shouldn’t change anyone’s preselection of you.” The light turns green so he focuses on the road again. I don’t look away from the profile of his face. 

The drive is just normal conversation, along with him letting me know we were going to see a comedy. I was thankful it wasn’t a horror movie. That’s when he let’s me know that he’s a scaredy cat. 

His words not mine.

By the time Hoseok pulls into the drive in movie, it’s still going through the previews. It was a huge screen that stood pretty high as well. It was quite packed. We drove up to a little booth where Hoseok reached into his pockets and pulled out two squares of paper. He hands it to the boy at the booth, who shows me a kind smile.

I smile back just to be kind but his eyes linger a bit too long.

“Here are your menus, and your light.” He hands Hoseok two menus and a weird circular item. When Hoseok turns around to drive forward, a grimace sat on his face. 

“Now what are you frowning about?” I inquired while Hoseok pulled into a spot about 4 rows away from the screen. He parks the car and turns off the headlights.

I reach my hand out to pinch his cheek and there is a slight pout on his lips. How cute. 

“He was drooling over you like I wasn’t there. He’s lucky I’m too tired to cause a scene or--”

“Is that what you’re pouting about!?” I yelp before holding my stomach to laugh. I undo my seatbelt so I am not restricted.

“Have you always been such a pouty baby? You sure fooled me all these months; convincing me you’re some cold heartless man! You’re such a pouty lover boy!” 

He continues to pout while I stifle my giggles.

“Hoseok stop that and give me a menu.” I say reaching and taking one from his lap. I hope he didn’t hear the intake of breath I had as my hand grazed his lap. I used the light on my phone to look at it, settling on just a drink. 

“What are you getting?” He questions before pressing a button. The roof of the car starts to retract and fold, leaving just the windows up.

“I was thinking of getting something to eat after this?” I answer, “I’m not in the mood for snack food.”

“Sounds cool to me. I’ll just get a soda.” He says.

“I’ll get the same thing,” I chime in, “I guess we just turn on that light thing so they know we need their help.”

“What so another teenage body can drool over you? I think not. I’m going up there and ordering myself. Be right back.” 

I laugh at the whiny tone he spoke in as he opened the door and stepped out of the car with both menus and the weird disk thing in his hand. I watch him as he walks off. His strides were so elegant and powerful. He walks like an important person. 

He holds his head high, and carries himself beautifully. I slouched in my seat, giggling at the thought of such a man being mine. 

He’s back before I know it, gesturing towards the backseat. 

“It’ll be more comfortable there,” He suggests, standing outside the car with two cups in his hands. I decide to just step out of the car and open the door to the backseat. Hoping seats in this skirt would not have been pretty. I take both drinks from Hoseok and set them in the cup holders at the front part of the car. 

It was a bit of a stretch to get to them, but not something out of reach. As Hoseok gets in the backseat beside me, I finally look up at the sky to notice the stars shining beautifully. The sky was a wonderful dark blue with some clouds rolling by. 

The moon was hiding behind some clouds but was still glowing a beautiful yellow. The air was warm and the wind was pleasant. It reminds me of the heat before it starts to rain. My attention is taken away from the sky as A familiar warmth is felt on my left side. Hoseok is looking at me, the light of the stars and the moon enough to see his face clearly. 

“Hey,” He says in a hushed tone. 

I smile, “Hey.” I whisper as well. 

“The movie is starting.” He says before looking towards the screen. I scoot closer to him, his arm naturally wrapping around my shoulders while I nuzzled into him. Or I tried. The leather jacket was getting in the way, and I couldn’t completely feel his warmth like I wanted.

I readjusted myself, then readjusted myself again. I moved away from Hoseok and gripped the collar of his jacket.

He peered at me, already into the movie. 

“Take the jacket off please.” I ordered. 

“Already? Y/n at least wait till we’re 20 minutes into the movie.” He winks at me and bites his lips. 

“That’s not what I meant. Take the jacket off, I can’t get comfortable.” I explained, moving to get the jacket off his shoulders.

“How much more do you want me to take off so you can get a comfortable princess?” He chafed, gripping onto my thigh now. 

“Just the jacket, please.” I repeat, and he shrugs the jacket off, throwing it into the front seat. I grin at him before nuzzling into his side as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I finally focused on the movie, and I didn’t miss much.

I laid my head on his chest, my hand resting on his thigh. The movie was about a couple who is trying to scam an old lady out of her wealth and it’s funny. Hoseok’s chest would vibrate as he laughed. His hand started messing with my hair at some point, while we whispered comments about the movie to each other.

“Before I decided I wanted to become a doctor, I wanted to be a chef.” I said as we watched one of the main character’s struggle to cook dinner.

“Really?” He sounds really surprised. 

“Yup! But I really, really wanted to help people so I became a doctor.” I answered, “At first I couldn’t stand the sight of blood so I forced myself to watch the most gruesome horror movies.” 

Hoseok laughed, “So taking you to a horror movie so I could get close to you wouldn’t have work.”

“Of course not.” I scold, “because I would have cuddled close to you anyways.”

I listened to him laugh, and the movement of his chest as he did so. His heart was hammering loudly in his chest, making me wonder if he was nervous.

“I…” He trails off before sighing, “I wanted to be a dancer.” 

My eyes widen and I pick my head off his chest to look at him.

“A dancer?” I gawk at him, while he only nods.

“Oh wow! Hoseok, I don’t think I’ve even seen you two-step! You wanted to be a dancer?” 

“It’s hard to believe isn’t it?” 

“Totally,” I say, “I’d think you’d be a stiff dancer.” 

“Is that your way of telling me I have a stiff personality?” 

I stop to think for a moment, “Yes sir, that is exactly what I’m saying.” 

I rest my head back on his chest and my hand on his thigh. The movie goes on with some parts having us laugh till we couldn’t breath. Everything was going smoothly. Hoseok’s heart beat was steady and soothing to me. I could lay in his arms like this till the sun came up.

I’m lost in my own thoughts till I feel Hoseok shift and clear his throat. I tune back into the movie and it’s a sex scene. The man and woman were kissing each other passionately, his hands eager to take off the dress she was wearing. Her fingers are raking through his hair while he leaves open mouth kisses on her neck. 

Moans left her lips as he pushed down the neckline of her dress to cup her breast. 

I gulped, shifting against Hoseok, who also moved awkwardly as I moved. My hand on his thigh felt hot, and I looked away from the movie screen at my hand. Heat was growing all over my body as the moans from the movie sounded louder. Hoseok exhaled, keeping his eyes on the screen, I looked back at the movie, the two couples going at it.

The woman on her back while the man held her legs up and drove hard, and quick thrusts into her. They were sweating, groaning and saying each other's names while they could catch their breath. 

Hoseok’s arm that is around my shoulder’s slides down so it’s now around my waist. I glance at Hoseok, who hasn’t looked away from the screen. I look back to the screen, the sex scene going as quickly as it came. But the tense thick atmosphere hasn’t dissolved.

Hoseok’s other hand rests on my thigh while his arm that wrapped around my waist holds me closer to him. I take my head off his chest and look at him as he stares back at me with dark eyes.

“Fuck, princess.” He whispers while his hand moves up to my stomach, his fingers messing with the hem of my shirt. 

He leans closer, his lips brushing mine. The feather light touch leaves tingles all across my face. My eyes flutter closed as I wait for another kiss. Instead, I feel Hoseok’s fingers slip under my shirt. My eyes snapped open, while he watched me closely.

His lips are hovering over mine, his breath fanning over my lips. I lean forward, urging him to connect our lips again.

His hand moves further up, stopping at the wiring of my bra. Shivers run up my spine and my eyes close again.

“Is this okay?” He whispers, his fingers tapping at the wiring of my bra. 

“Mhh.” my voice trembled, while all the skin he was touching tingles and grew hot. I nodded, wondering if he understood my consent from the unintelligible noise I just made. It’s like he had fire coming from his fingertips. Every place he touched burned, and all the spots he did touch begged to be warmed up as well. 

His fingers move underneath my bra and his strong hand cups my breast. I whimper, clearly too loud as Hoseok kisses me to shut me up. He palms and squeezes the fleshing while swallowing all the sounds I made. 

He pushes my bra up gently and he pinches my sensitive bud and I shudder. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/n.” He says against my lips, “God Y/n, I feel like I’m gonna fucking explode.” His voice is shaky while he deeps the kiss, our tongues meeting shyly. 

“M-my bra is strapless, just pull it down.” I said almost desperately. And he does just that, leaving me braless under my purple top. My hand rests on the nape of his while we share hot and lewd kisses. 

My chest rises and falls. I try to catch my breath and Hoseok kisses down my chin, and leaves kisses and bites on my neck. The heat growing in my core makes me rub my thighs together, a movement that Hoseok doesn’t miss. 

He groans against my neck, vibrations from the sound tickling my throat. 

“How are you so perfect, Y/n? I can’t think straight. I liked you too much, I want you too much.” He mutters.

I almost forget where we are. My eyes open to look around. All the other cars are at least 2 two car spots away from us, and everyone is focused on the movie that looks like it’s coming to an end soon. It’s too dark for the other movie watchers to see us. If Hoseok would put the roof of the car back up, i’d be impossible to see us. 

One hand on the back of his neck, my other hand moves up his thigh, shyly resting on his crotch. I could feel his hard on through his pants, and I gasped. 

I don’t know what I was expecting but...of course a man like Hoseok is blessed. I...I am very nervous. The last time I slept with someone was my sophomore year of college. It’s a blur and it wasn’t enjoyable. While Hoseok is drowning me in kisses like I was the key to his salvation. 

I palm him through his pants , and his kisses on my neck stop. He’s breathing against my neck, lost in the feel of my hand. 

“Let’s…” He huffs, “Let’s stop, Y/n. I might I fuck you right here in the back of my car.”

He is resting his forehead on my shoulders. I grow in confidence and work to unbutton his pants with one hand. 

I kiss the space by his ear and almost beg. 

“Please.” I plead, finally getting the buttons of his pants undone. 

“Baby, please.” I mewl. This being the first time I use any type of pet name for him. I rub the back of his neck, and my other hand dives into his pants. 

My hand circles his dick and he sucks in a deep breath. Oh, Hoseok is blessed. Nothing unbelievable but definitely something to scream in the girl chat group chat about. 

I stroke him slowly, and he groans. He brings his lips to mine again. 

“What do you want princess? You want my dick in your mouth? Or do you want to sit on my face? Fuckkk.” He cuts himself with a groan as I pick up a bit of speed with my movements. His dick twitched in my hand.

“Or do you want me to push that cute skirt up, move those panties to the side and take you right here?” He kisses me again. 

“Can I have all of it please?” I say.

Whew, I can't think straight, but I am soooo going to be embarrassed when all this is over. 

Before Hoseok can reply, we hear a rumble. A big rumble, followed a pelting shower of cold rain. We both freeze, the hot atmosphere being ruined right away. It was hard and heavy drops of rain that seemed to be increasing in speed. We were getting soaked! I took my hand out of his pants, and started to pull up my strapless bra in a rush. 

Hoseok fixes his pants, climbing over the seats to find the button to bring the car roof up. All while the inside of the car gets just as wet as we are. When he finally presses the button, it feels like the roof is moving slowly. 

He took the leather jacket he took off, and kindly put it over my head. It was too late, as I was soaked, but I appreciate the gesture. When the roof is finally up, we can hear the raindrops beating against it.

We sit there in silence, only our breathing, the soft purr of the engine and the raining filling the space. 

I just hand my fingers around his dick. Oh god. I look away from his gaze. He was looking at me from the rearview mirror and I suddenly felt embarrassed. I shivered as he turned on the air. My hair was wet and my clothes were sticking to my body. I pushed his leather jacket off my head and let it sit on my shoulders.

“Don’t act shy now princess.” He jokes. His face and ears were red while he grinned at me. He showed those wonderful teeth of his, and chuckled. 

I was flustered, unable to hold eye contact with him. I stayed in the backseat, fixing my hair and adjusting my shirt and bra. 

“My place is close, I don’t want to leave you in those wet clothes.” he says. 

I nod, “Yeah, let’s go to your place if it was closer.” I agree. He turns around to look me in the eyes.

“You’re gonna stay back there?” He grins while looking up and down at my disheveled state. 

“You look so fucked out and I barely did anything.” His eyes lingered on my hiked up skirt, before meeting my gaze again.

“Get driving Hoseok.” I said while shivering from my wet clothing. He started the car and pulled out from the spot. I couldn’t be sure if the movie was over, but other cars were leaving. The rain was getting worse. Lighting was flashing in the sky followed by booming thunder. 

I stayed in the back, the moments that happened earlier replaying in my mind. Hoseok must have known cause when I looked into the rear view, his eyes were on me. 

He’s eating me up the moment we step into his place, I can see it in his eyes.

I’m not watching where we’re going but pretty soon the rain stops as we pull into a parking garage. By looking at it, all the residents are wealthy. There were fancy and expensive cars, shining under the white lights in the garage. Hoseok parks his car next to a familiar silver Hyundai. Oh! The car he drove me home in!

He parks the car, and turns off the engine before reaching over in the passenger's seat and grabbing my purse. He steps out of the car and opens the door for me. I step out, and he closes the door behind me. 

He keeps hold of my purse while ushering me towards a walk way. We stepped in, getting hit by a blast of cold air. I shivered and Hoseok pulled me close to him. I glanced down at his pants wondering if he was still hard.

His white button up shirt was no longer tucked into his pants, so it covered his crotch.

We walked through the grayish hallways till we entered what looked like a hotel lobby. 

“Mr. Jung.” An older man greeted. He stood behind a desk with a kind smile on his lips. Hoseok only nodded at the man. He didn’t notice me at first, his eyes widened when he saw me. I smiled at him, understanding the look of surprise on his face.

At least I know Hoseok has never brought a woman back to his place. We walk through the high ceiling lobby and head towards the silver elevator doors. Hoseok presses the button to go up and the doors open with a ding.

He presses the button for the 15th floor and the doors close slowly, leaving me to look at our reflection in the doors. 

Damn, I do look fucked out. The guy at the desk saw me looking like this? Oh no!

I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand.

Hoseok chuckles and steps back to lean against the wall of the elevator. He moves me in front of him while putting both hands on my hips. He drags me to him, my back press against his front. Just that simply, I feel him against my butt. Still hard, still craving my attention. 

Another shiver passes over me, he presses himself against me. He moves his hips slowly, grinding his situation against me.

“Are you gonna help me with this, princess?” He whispers in my ear. He kisses the back of my neck just as the elevator doors open. The doors open to reveal a single door. I step out and away from Hoseok, straightening out my skirt while looking down the hall. This was the only door down this whole hallway. 

I look at Hoseok who is moving slowly. 

“This whole floor is yours?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Yes it is.” He answers casually, and walks up to the dark wooden door. On the handle of the door was a number pad. He pushes the numbers so quickly, I couldn’t tell what they are. There is a slight ding and he opens the door. Rather than stepping in, he pushes the door wide open and gestures for me to walk in first. 

I say a small thank you and step in, surrounded by darling for a second before Hoseok hits a light switch by the door. I gawked at the space in front of me. 

I heard the door close and soon Hoseok was behind me, his hands on my side, leaving kissing on my shoulders and the back of my neck. But I was looking at his penthouse. 

Nearly the whole left wall was floor to ceiling windows that showed a beautiful view of the city. There was a living room with a flat screen TV, a black leather couch and love seat. A rectangular glass table seat between the couch and the flat screen Tv. The floor was a smooth tile life wooden, but in the whole living room space was a large grey rug. Where the flat screen TV was hung, the wall was a short of grey brick, and under the flat screen was a fireplace.

To the right there were wide stairs. Only about two steps and a walk away which I assumed led to the kitchen? Possibly the dining room. On the further right side was a winding staircase. The winding staircase led upstairs, and all I could see of upstairs was the railing that the stairs led up to.

All this while, Hoseok slipped off his leather jacket I had on and had a hand gripping my side gently, as it was where I got shot. 

The scent of his cologne was comforting, and I pushed my butt against him.

“Y/n, I can’t get enough of you, what should I-” His words are cut off as an itch grows in my nose and I sneeze. He starts to rub my side, pecking another kiss on the back of my neck. 

“Sorry, I-” My words stop short as I sneeze again, this time my whole body jolting. 

“Welp,” Hoseok begins, taking a step back from me. I turn around to look at him with apologetic eyes, but he smiles fondly.

I sneeze again, two of them hitting back to back.

“Looks like we’ll have to finish this another time, cause I don’t want you catching a cold.” He leans down and pecks me on the lips. 

“Come on, I’ll show you where you can take a hot shower.” He takes my hand and starts towards the stairs. 

“Are you sure?” I question, “I don't want to leave you….” I trail off and look down at his pants. 

“I don’t want to leave you high and dry.” I say softly, “Let me at least help you wit-”

Another sneeze shakes through my body and Hoseok rolls his eyes, tugging me along with him to the winding stairs.

“I’ll be fine, princess, I can take care of this myself. Let’s get you into something warm first? You start work tomorrow. What good would it do showing up sick?” I follow behind him, up the stairs.

“Who’s the one nagging now?” I mock, giggling victoriously.

We got to the top of the stairs, and I saw hallways we could venture down. I look at the back of Hoseok’s head and wonder what he’s thinking and why we stopped moving. 

“Hoseok? Is everything okay?” I ask softly, squeezing the hand I was holding. He turned around to face me, his eyes shining with kindness and his cheeks rising as he smiled. His face was a flustered red and he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand.

He looked down at the ground, his eyes trained on my feet. That reminded me that I didn’t take off my shoes. How rude.

“Hoseok?” I brought a hand up to his cheek and stepped closer, wondering if something was wrong.

“Are you feeling sick as well? Let’s get you into something warm as well.” I order but he makes no attempt to move.

He looks up from my feet, his face still red, a shy and embarrassed expression on his face. But his brown eyes twinkled dotingly. My eyes darted around his face, wondering what he had to say.

“I am very glad, I met you Y/n. And I am very happy you stuck around.” His words caused me to smile so hard, I thought I’d pull a muscle in my cheeks.

I throw my arms around him in a hug, burying my face into his chest. The feelings in my chest were building and a knot of emotions were bubbling up in me. 

“I’m glad I met you too, Hoseok.” I blinked away the tears of happiness that were threatening to spill. 

It’s simple happiness like this, that I don’t think I could find anywhere else.

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Whew! This chapter was fun to write! So I said this story was gonna end at like chapter 15 but, my chapters are longer than I anticipated and my pace is slower. 

Sooo idk how long this story will be. So I’ll just keep going till I reach the end.

However, we’ve past the first main conflict of this story and things will be more...mature from here on. And we’re getting into the second and last main conflict of this story.

So yeah, let me know what you think! :)

-Is my smut style weird? I haven’t written smut in sooooo long! lol

[theyscreamjade]

Come Together

Izuku Midoriya X Fem!Reader!

I am on a roll! Woo Hoo! Fluffies PART TWO! Who am I to have some soft moments without this adorable cinnamon roll right here. When I tell you, he’s the reason why there’s diabetes in the world. You’d believe be. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Cursing, and extreme fluffiness.

Falling In love was never in my plan. Until one day I just realized that I love this person too much -Unknown. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You sat in the midst of a broken heart. Your head dangled off the bed while your legs were laid against the wall. Junk of your ex’s crap was in a little plastic box. From stupid hoodies, photos and teddy bears he won for you after the first date you two had even though your friend’s given you more.

Your hair dangled from the edge while the urge to make a blanket tent to bury yourself in to be forever buried in. The thought lingered for a bit before a knock at your door made you raise your eyebrow in curiosity.

You didn’t recall ordering anything or expecting company. You wiggled from the bed as the mystery knocked again. “Just a minute!” You said, rushing to the door as you opened it. You quickly spotted the green hair as he stood over you.

“Izuku! What are you doing here?! I though you had to work today?” You asked, surprised to see your best friend at your door.

The number one hero, Izuku Midoriya was your best friend since high school. After transferring, you were sectioned to class 1 B before your quirk helped you to the infamous class. Luckily no one was taken away, it was just a tad bit crammed when you were moved in. Izuku smiled, holding a four large bags full of things before you stepped aside to let him in.

“Well, I called out. You said you were sad and I came over to cheer you up. Besides, I wanted to take today off anyway. “ he said, smiling. His freckled cheeks formed an adorable smile, enough to make anyone swoon over him. “I got your favorite ice cream, brought extra blankets and pillows, plenty of ramen and one more thing.” He said before he pulled out a onesie. Not just any onesie, a All Might Onesie.

“I thought they stopped making these?” You asked, curiously. “Did you ask Momo make you one?”

“No, I actually found this at a thrift shop...” he confessed as your eyes looked at him worried. “Don’t worry! I washed them and made sure they fit both of us!” He said quickly before handing one to you. “Now, Get dressed! We’ve got a pillow fort to build.” He said as you caught the garment. You nodded before walking to your room.

You laughed at the thought of him, wearing a All Might onesie as if he was a child again. He’s almost as big as the old man. You slipped your clothes off, simply putting a white tank top underneath as you slipped the large onesie on. To add a extra kick, you slid on your all might socks that Deku brought for you two as you slid on the hardwood floor into the living room.

“I Am Here!” You said as Deku smiled, blushing softly at you. You kept the zipper down a bit even though it hung a bit off your body. “You look great! Come on, the ice creams melting.” Deku said, finishing the large fort.

The hours would pass as laughter, tears, and cheers were all that could be heard from you two in the empty apartment. Both phones were left behind on the kitchen counter after you two went to put the ice cream away.

Deku’s MacBook sat on the coffee table that was moved in the fort and was also used for its intended purpose, holding the empty snacks and drinks. Your bodies were bundled in blankets while your head laid on his chest, having rather close skin-ship between you two while the cheesy rom-com movie played as it came to a toxic climax.

The way the two characters broke up, reminded you of the love you recently lost. Except the actor had the actual balls to break up to your face while the asshole just sent you a text message and proceeded to block you afterwards. No explanation or anything.

“I hate how this reminds me of that asshole.” You said softly, getting Deku’s attention. “We can watch something else if you want.” He offered gingerly before you sat up. Your back was arched while the pain in your heart was still there. “Am....Am I not good enough?” You asked, softly as Deku’s green eyes widened.

“Y/N-“ “What did I do? He just dumped me and blocked me Deku! I gave them all my time, efforts and everything to him and It wasn’t enough!” You shouted, anger boiling in your veins.

“Am I a bad girlfriend or something?! Am I-“ Your sentence was silenced as a hand grabbed your cheek, pulling you to Deku’s lips. Your eyes widened before he pulled away, looking into your eyes.

“I-I....You’re not a bad person..you were just too good for them. Some people can’t see the best in your like I can Y/N. That’s something I’ve loved about you. You’re so caring, hardworking and..so much more that just makes my heart flutter when I’m around you. He wasn’t the one for you..and I should’ve confessed my feelings years ago but I didn’t want to ruin what we have. Your heart is too good for just anyone to have.” Deku confessed as you stared at him in a term of bliss.

You ignored those feelings you had for Deku years ago, especially after you two became best friends. You didn’t want to disturb his dreams and ambitions to be the number one hero, which he accomplished and yet you still ignored them. You dated others to find a mere replacement to him. You started laughing as your heart pounded against your chest.

“W-What’s so funny?” Deku asked, blush covering his cheeks as he looked as if he was expecting bad news. “That’s the same reason I dated those assholes. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship..well that and I didn’t want to stop you from your dreams.”

“But I want you there every part of the way, Y/N. I can’t see myself with no one else but you..” he whispered softly, inching closer to you. Your face grew hot while your heart raced in such a close range. You slowly inched closer to him as the laptop suddenly changed from Netflix.

“FUCKING FINALLY!” Bakugo said, smirking as everyone cheered through video chat. Mina, Ochako, Momo, Tsu, Toru, Shoto, Kirishima, Denki, Iida cheered in happiness as he kissed your cheek instead. All the girls gushed as Bakugo opened his mouth again.

“Now he can finally shut the hell up about you.”

[jungstruly]

ALSOO can you please write badboy!jeno + school presiden!reader where they’re in a secret relationship + “im so head over heels for you” thank you love your works! (i really do 🥺)

Jeno + Badboy!AU + "I'm so head over heels for you."

[A.N Thank you my lovely anonie🥺 I hope you don't mind if I give him a lip ring🥴 I'm sorry this took awhile!]

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“Are there anymore follow up questions regarding our homecoming?” You whip your head back to your fellow council members, capping the pen back. Fingers scribbling in their paper and typing in their gadgets as fast as they can, they were too preoccupied taking note of the things that you wrote on the whiteboard. Amidst the chaos, someone raised their hand from the crowd.

"Not a question Y.N but damn,” All eyes were on Liu Yang Yang, the school’s Treasurer who was smiling widely from his seat. He closed his macbook. “You are beautiful.”

Laughter and teasing remarks filled the conference room. Rolling your eyes at his usual antics, you give him a knowing look. “I see what you’re doing Liu. Your bouncy castle idea for the homecoming soiree is still a ‘no’ to me. Better luck next time.”

“I’m being serious here Y.N!” His nose wrinkled in laughter. “I’m just wondering how on earth are you still single?”

You can’t help but smile and give yourself a big pat on the back for making everyone think that you’ve never been in a relationship ever since. You playfully shrug, trying not to lose your composure as you sweat heavily in front of your colleagues. The black turtle neck that you were wearing only made it worse. If only your ‘boyfriend’ didn’t get too excited while you were making out, you won’t be wearing a turtleneck in this scorching hot weather. 

“Just busy,” Busy hiding your relationship with the school’s notorious bad boy from your parents and the public’s eyes while upholding your good girl school president facade to be precise. “Meeting adjourned. Have a great weekend while you can, everyone!”

Grabbing your things from the table, you give everyone a wave before you went out to make a phone call. The school grounds was too quiet as the night deepened. Everyone gave you a friendly wave as they emptied the conference room. Yang Yang on the other hand gave you a cheeky salute along with a wink in which you laughighly shake your head at. 

“I don’t like him.” You almost dropped your phone when you heard a voice beside you. Hand flying to your chest, you hit the culprit with the other. 

“You’ll be the death of me Jeno.” Bad boy!Jeno snickered at your words, tugging you closer to him with your belt loop before he gives you a lingering kiss. His cold metal lip ring that touches your warm lips with every move turned you even more. 

“Well I will be the death of that Taiwanese kid if he doesn’t fucking stop flirting with you.”

Jeno whispered in your ear, a small teasing smirk on his lips as he pulled away. “He better be all bark sweetcheeks.”

You hit his chest with a scowl. Jeno smiled at you innocently. “Totally kidding,”

“You better be.” You grumbled while walking towards his black convertible mustang. One of his large hand made its way to the back pocket of your jeans. Your cheeky boyfriend gives your ass a good squeeze from time to time while his other hand swings his car key. Opening the shotgun seat for you, he rested his chin on the car door.

“How much time left ‘till your curfew?”

Glancing at your watch, you halted from going in. “Around an hour and a half,”

“You get to have an hour and a half of me baby. Me-ow,” You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively in attempt to look sexy but it only made Jeno burst into laughter in the empty school parking lot.

Completely trapped in a trance, the bad boy couldn’t help but to squeal internally because of your adorable self. This type of moment just reminds him of how lucky he is to have you and that you are far too precious and that you deserve the whole world and the utmost protection that there is. Jeno even melted right there and then when you give him a soft kiss on his nose.

The usual smirk on his face was replaced by a genuine smile. The smile that only shows when he’s with you. Jeno made his way beside you before pulling you into a tight embrace. He inhaled your all too familiar scent in satisfaction. Jeno can’t help but to pepper your whole face with wet sloppy little kisses.

“God, I’m so head over heels for you.” He finally breathes out as your giggles filled his ear. “I love you too much for my liking Y.N.”

“Geez, I love you t--”

“Y.N.?” The both of you froze in your spot. Your head immediately whipped to the owner's voice behind you.

“Yang Yang!” You nervously answered, panic filled your veins as you try to rip Jeno’s arms from your body who doesn’t even budge. He even tightened his grip on you. The cocky look on your boyfriend’s face was back again, eyeing Yang Yang like a little kid. “Uhm, this isn’t what it looks l--”

“It is what you think it is.” You give Jeno a glare who doesn’t seem to care. His tongue pocked on his cheek. You were going to be in a big trouble if everyone finds out. Your boyfriend isn’t helping at all.

“Now Mr. Liu, do you have a minute to spare for a small and lovely chat? Hm?”

Needless to say, Liu Yang Yang had a mysterious black eye the next day. Let’s just say that your boyfriend had another way of making the poor chatterbox’s mouth completely shut. 

[kpophours]

sf9 - zuho x. fem reader | fluff, coffeeshop au, 498 words

You’re late to your shift, cringing under the playful glare your co-worker Liz gives you while you hurry to put on your apron. “Sorry.”, you say, and shoot her an apologetic grin. She just rolls her eyes, but her twitching lip tells you she’s not actually mad at you. “Just so you know, he’s back again.”, Liz says in a low voice, before taking the order of the next customer, signaling for you to prepare the drink. “Mhm? Who‘s back?”, you ask while busying yourself with the coffee machine, trying to ignore the way your heart speeds up at her words. She just chuckles, and shakes her head, expression amused. After you’ve handed the businessman his finished mocaccino, you begin to clean the vacant tables, trying very hard not to look around for the person you know to sit in his usual spot over by the giant window facing west, big headphones over his ears, knees bouncing while his fingers type away on his sleek MacBook. Finally, you can’t put it off anymore, walking over to clean the tables around him while also refilling the empty mugs of some customers. You realize he’s dyed his hair blonde, and can’t help but think how well it suits him, softening his angular face and sharp jawline. You notice his cup is empty, and steel yourself to walk up to him and ask if he wants a refill. After having taken a few deep breaths, you put on a smile and try to catch his eye. Deep pools of chocolate brown dart from you to his computer screen and back again, before he slides his headphones off and gives you a dazzling, slightly questioning smile. Immediately, his face loses its sharpness, all edges melting away and making your stomach flutter. “Do you want a refill?”, you ask, hating how your voice sounds high-pitched and nervous all of the sudden. He lowers his eyes to his empty mug, and makes a small, surprised “Oh”. When he looks at you again, his smile has brightened even more. “That would be great, thanks.” You quickly refill his mug, the scent of fresh coffee calming you a bit. The handsome man doesn’t take his eyes off you, and before you can turn around and walk away again, he suddenly clears his throat. You lift both eyebrows, waiting for him to speak. “Can I ask for your name?”, he asks, voice laced with nervousness, “I come here almost every day, but never dared to ask even though you always make sure I get my highly needed refills.“ He chuckles, clearly embarrassed, and scratches the back of his head. When he looks at you again, you swear your heart is about to leap out of your chest. You smile at him. “Well, better latte than never. And my name is Y/N.”, you finally answer, and he snorts at your pun, tilting his head to one side. “It’s very nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Juho.”

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[blouisparadise]

Another incredible year of fics is complete!

This list is always nearly impossible to make, so keep in mind that this is just a small selection out of hundreds of incredible bottom Louis fics that were posted this year. We hope every fic writer feels appreciated because your works mean so much to this fandom. And we hope there will be even more amazing BL fics coming out in 2020!

The fics are listed by length and we included AO3 usernames and links to the writers’ Tumblr accounts if we could find them - so please go give these people love! And give love to every other writer who wrote a bottom Louis fic that you read and enjoyed this year.

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This list would be twice as long if we included all the fics for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest, so we’ve decided to instead simply link to the December masterpost of BLFF fics. These fics are ALL favorites of ours this year, so check them all out and give them love!

That Summer Feeling by laurelhips / @laurelhips | Explicit | 2093 words

"It was still a lazy summer evening, the sun was still floating in the sky and the balcony window was letting in a warm breeze. Harry thumbed at Louis’ hipbone, easing his lips off Louis’ skin just to mumble “Turn over, darling.” Louis cracked a small smile, turning over slowly and revealing the back half of his naked body. Harry’s tongue felt too big for his mouth. He swallowed as he took in the sight. He’d never get tired of this."

How Easy You Are To Need by sweetums / @darlou | Explicit | 2356 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

A day in the life type of drabble where Harry returns home after a business trip to his boy and a surprise visit from his niece.

Fine Line by Speechless | Explicit | 3281 words

This is just a tiny fanfiction that in my head was really just a Survival Instinct spin off, but then became a thing of its own.

No One But You Got Me Feeling This Way by runaway_train / @runaway-train-works | Explicit | 3787 words

Harry is well aware he should be studying or watching T.V or cleaning the kitchen or doing literally anything from a list as long as his arm instead of this, but he is. The list of reasons why he shouldn’t be doing this is probably at least double that, but here he most definitely is. He’s sitting on his bed, legs straight out in front of him, back propped up against the headboard and some fluffed-up pillows and his MacBook is resting on his thighs. His jittery fingers drum lightly on the edge of the keyboard as he stares at the tiny digital clock in the top right hand corner of the screen, willing the seconds to tick by faster. He wants to get into this and get it over with in equal measures.

Like Sangria by Harryskiwiposes / @hadtobelou | Explicit | 4152 words

As he looked up to the ceiling he imagined what it would feel like to have this man all to himself, all night long. He wanted the man in his bed, spread out underneath him, his skin begging to be kissed by a little more than just the sun.

Harry let out a small chuckle at the thought because he hadn’t even wanted to come on this beach vacation in the first place - he had wanted to go sightseeing in New York City. However, Niall and Liam had outnumbered him and so two days ago they had all boarded a plane to Jamaica for a lads holiday celebrating Liam’s thirtieth birthday.

Digging his fingers into the man’s hips, Harry sent a silent prayer up to the heavens that he was currently not sightseeing in New York and was instead on his way to hooking up with the sexiest man he had ever encountered.

Bad Idea! by rina_a / @lougendarey | Explicit | 4247 words

“I’m gonna ruin you.” And words had never felt so real in his life. Harry was going to ruin him in every way and Louis knew it. He had memories scattered all throughout his brain of the pain and pleasure of being destroyed by Harry. The feeling of ecstasy he was currently experiencing outweighed how much it was going to hurt in the next morning when Harry vanished. He was melting under Harry’s touch and that was the only thing that mattered. He could feel Harry’s smooth and strong biceps under his hands as he arched his back against the car door, unsure if he was leaning into Harry’s lips or moving away from them.

Can You Feel The Fever by delsicle / @emperorstyles | Explicit | 5113 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

Tour has Harry exhausted. Luckily exactly what he needs is waiting for him in his Sacramento dressing room.

Gotta Catch 'Em All by larryent / @larryent | Explicit | 5186 words

Louis loves Pokémon GO, he gets a little crazy and ends up ramming into a guy. Harry gets mad, calls him a brat and treats him like one. Oh, and they're in central park.

I'm Slipping Under by purpledandelion / @purpledandelion | Explicit | 5351 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

What better way would there actually exist than starting it filthily with Louis falling apart on his tongue? Nothing else could have surpassed that.

Nothing.

That's what Harry had thought at first, at least.

Just Fuck by rbbsbb / @rbbsbb | Explicit | 5565 words

Louis’ so drunk off Harry, though—even more than all of the drinks that he’s had—that he doesn’t even want to look anywhere else. He’s dying for it, for Harry to hold him down and fill him up, mark him inside.

Burnt & Tied Up by tilthesundies / @tllthesundies | Explicit | 6327 words

Come to the show tonight, Harry told him. Begged him. Pleaded with him.

Louis isn’t doing this for him.

Act Out | by feermartsant / @boldbabe | Explicit | 6721 words

Harry leans forward so he's closer to Louis's ear, and murmurs, "If I was your husband, I'd never let you out of my sight."

It’s ridiculous. He is his husband. There’s hundreds of photos, and official papers, and rings, and two babies with the last name Tomlinson Styles that prove it. But it’s also possessive, and hot and Louis doesn’t know what he was expecting when Harry told him he wanted to try roleplaying a little, but so far he’s not complaining.

Kisses and Coffee Breaks by youreyesonlarry / @youreyesonlarry | Explicit | 9350 words

Midterm season was finally here and all Harry wanted to do was study, however his boyfriend, Louis, seems to have a better idea.

Tattooed Heart by KrisStylinson / @zourry-a | Explicit | 10035 words

Note: This is a sequel to this fic.

“Is that fucking real?”

Harry grins. “Feel for yourself.”

A curious hand comes to trace over Harry’s chest, sighing in awe. “Harry.”

He watches him as he does it and wishes he had a camera on him, because the sight of Louis’ dainty hand caressing the beautiful L written in intricate cursive right over Harry’s heart has to be the single greatest thing he’s ever seen.

“Like it?” he asks.

“Harry,” Louis repeats, suddenly digging his thumb into the skin as if it was going to disappear at any second—it wasn’t, something Harry’s tattoo artist made sure of. “That’s—that’s permanent.”

“You’re permanent,” Harry replies, simple as can be.

Little White Lies by wickedarcher_08 / @wicked-archer | Explicit | 10450 words

Louis makes an off hand comment in an interview then comes home to find Harry has laid his old braces out on their bed.

All The Strings Attached by floweredhalo / @floweredhalo | Not Rated | 10517 words

“He wasn’t good enough for you anyway, H,” Louis says and continues eating. Harry’s still reeling from the fact that Louis is jealous. Part of him wants to prove that Louis has nothing to be jealous about, that Harry is fully Louis’ and no one else’s. The other part wants to punish Louis for acting spoiled. But Harry can’t act on either urge, he tightens his hand into a fist in his lap instead.

“No, he wasn’t. He didn’t quite fit the job.”

“Harry, it wouldn’t be a job to date you. It would be lovely,” Louis says, almost in a whisper. They’re sitting closer, Harry just now notices. Louis’ body is completely angled towards Harry and Harry’s body is not far behind.

Your Sins, My Vices by Jennifer_Kaid | Explicit | 12582 words

Louis hates soulmates. Harry has waited his whole life for one.

This Glorious Mess by theweightofmywords / @sunflowerrlouis | Mature | 14260 words

His head lolls to the side, and his eyes float open to focus on what used to be his bedside table.

It’s empty now, devoid of the framed photo of the two of them. And Louis knows that he has no right to feel hurt, but somehow, this only confirms what this really is.

“This is the last time,” he cries, his voice breaking both from pleasure and pain.

“I know, baby,” Harry breathes, burying his face in Louis neck.

Pleasure Over Matter by summerwine / @smrwine | Explicit | 15204 words

Harry is a bit out of his element, and an unsuspecting stranger provides him temporary relief.

Everywhere And Nowhere by 2tiedships2 / @2tiedships2 | Mature | 16547 words

Niall took a seat and said, “Apparently Louis’ downstairs neighbor is a fan of giving Louis creepy gifts. Maybe I should go introduce myself and tell him that Louis actually prefers food.”

“What has he given you?” Liam asked.

Louis shrugged as it were no big deal. “There was a rabbit’s foot keychain on the door a little after he left from introducing himself and there was a small teddy bear sitting by my door tonight. Obviously I can’t prove it’s from him, but they seem to have his scent. I could be wrong though.”

“Wow,” Liam said, looking deep in thought. “That’s old school.”

“What’s old school?” Niall asked. “Giving creepy gifts?”

“I’ve never known an alpha to do it, to be honest, but he’s courting you.”

Louis couldn’t contain his look of disbelief directed at Liam. “He’s courting me. Like some sort of romantic shit they’d do in the 1800s or something?”

Tonight's Not Over (Come Over And Stay) by louistomlinsons / @microlouis | Explicit | 16690 words

Zayn doesn’t say anything for a moment, pausing and worrying at his bottom lip. Finally, he asks, “Have you heard that Cox guy is coming out with a new song?” Louis freezes, fingers hovering over his keyboard where they had been typing his password. “No, I hadn’t,” Louis says truthfully. “Where did you hear that?” “Tell anyone this and I’ll kill you, but I’d consider myself a big fan,” Zayn says. His face doesn’t change in expression, completely serious as he admits this to Louis. “Big fan? Like run a blog and everything?”

I Been Feeling High When I Touch Your Body by notasawrap / @notasawrap | Not Rated | 16946 words

Harry is a boxer, Louis is an architect and Liam is the worst cupid that could ever exist.

The Post-War BP by jaerie / @jaerie | Explicit | 17732 words

The eight year war has left the country’s birthrate severely stunted with a lack of virile alphas left to bring it back up. To ensure the survival of the country, the government opens The Breeding Program where young omegas can apply to carry an alpha’s child in exchange for benefits. Louis’ family is struggling and the BP is one of the only ways to secure a roof over their heads. Harry was drafted at the age of eighteen and spent six years of his life defending a country he doesn’t recognize when he returns home. The government made the bed but it’s Harry that has to lie in it.

Be Mine, Dear by louisgrindsonharry | Not Rated | 20104 words

It really wasn’t fair. He was the oldest of all of them. He’s the one who dreamed about being bonded his whole life, while Liam laughed at the idea, until he met Sophia. Niall had always been indifferent, but when he met Heather six months ago, everything changed for him. He quickly went from being the only omega around two alpha’s, to the odd omega out. And it really wasn’t fair, because Liam and Niall both still protected him just as much as the did before, just as much they do their new mates now, but he was still bitter about it, so he’d pity himself as much as he wanted.

Deflower Me by thelesserneptune / @quelquesetoiles | Explicit | 20154 words

Everyone is 19 and horny, and Louis just really wants to get fucked by Harry.

Going My Way by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom | Explicit | 20261 words

"Hey Harry. Really sorry to do this to you but an emergency has come up with Vera’s mum and we’ve had to jump a flight home. My mate Louis is going to take over my LYFT clients while I’m away. He’s got my car and my phone and everything else. Hope that’s okay. He’s a good guy and I think you two are going to get along brilliantly. Catch you soon, Benny."

Drunk in Love (Last Thing I Remember) by MrsStylinson / @lovehoperomance | Mature | 22102 words

The one where Louis wakes up, naked, in a stranger’s bed and has no idea how he got there. Maybe it’s foul play. Maybe it’s just the kindness of a handsome stranger amused by his drunken antics.

Etched in Salt (Is a Cathedral of the World) by HelloAmHere / @helloamhere | Explicit | 24416 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH. This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference. And now he’s stuck in a tiny cabin in a snowstorm in the middle of god-awful-nowhere with Harry Styles. Because of course he is.

Welcome Back From The Friend Zone by 2tiedships2 / @2tiedships2 | Mature | 32354 words

The one where an idea to create a fake wedding with the sole intent to receive gifts from billionaires took a turn no one, but also everyone, saw coming.

Close to Nowhere by angelichl / @angelichl | Explicit | 34589 words

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat by angelichl / @angelichl | Explicit | 34572 words

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

If I Stay by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings | Mature | 37226 words

Harry and Louis agree to a temporary arrangement that Harry can't seem to walk away from no matter how many times he tries.

The Only North Star by Skyebyrd / @skyebyrd | Explicit | 39299 words

A story told in two parts.

Part one: Harry meets Louis at NYU and falls immediately and deeply in love, despite Louis’ overbearing boyfriend. Harry interns at the local Daily Bugle as part of the Superhero/Crime Liaison Unit and learns how to study and track superheroes and villains and the damage they inflict on the citizens of NYC. Harry does what he believes to be the right thing. Come the end of the school year, he uncovers more than what he cares to know.

Part two: Louis gets bitten, gets sick, and gets strange powers (which come with…strange responsibilities). He has to learn to control them while also helping NYC’s most famous superheroes to fight off NYC’s newest, baddest supervillain. He also has to figure out his slowly detangling relationship with Harry. He only has the summer to save the city, and Harry.

Latibule by thelesserneptune / @quelquesetoiles | Mature | 49946 words

A Spirited Away AU of sorts where Louis just wants to heal and be left alone, only for all his plans to be destroyed by the hands of an infuriating British God.

Dog Got Your Tongue? by seducedbycurls / @seduced-by-curls | Not Rated | 50914 words

Louis is a dog walker.

Waiting for the Tides to Meet by nauticalleeds / @nauticalleeds | Explicit | 59637 words

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate’s. It’s only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he’ll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis’ workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis’ heart.

I Just Wanna Get Back to Us by louiesunshine / @louiesunshine | Mature | 62131 words

Where Harry and Louis are divorced soulmates who are seeing each other for the first time in two years.

Swallow The Knife by whoknows / @crazyupsetter | Explicit | 76168 words

“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”

Louis already knows that, of course. It doesn’t do anything to stop the pleased squirm in his belly every time Harry proves it, though. They fight like nobody’s business, both of them too stubborn to pull their punches when they’re arguing, and it used to get them in trouble, but they always make up.

Adrenaline makes Louis loose-lipped, and they both know it. He tightens his arms around Harry’s neck, buries his face in his hair. “I missed you,” he confesses, quiet. “Doesn’t feel the same up there by myself.”

Consequences by allwaswell16 / @allwaswell16 | Explicit | 78566 words

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia AU.

Like Water Over Fire (Like Water On Fire) by MCSSymon / @mcssymon | Mature | 119264 words

Prince Harry has 46 men and 13 weeks to find the husband of his dreams, Louis has a limited amount to time to live out a royal fantasy. They might just be exactly what the other needs.

Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices by Toomanytears / @toomanydreamers | Mature | 126057 words

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they’re forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

Inevitable by Etoilenoire | Mature | 185917 words

AU where Louis and Harry used to be more than friends, but everything had to change the day Harry introduces Louis to his new girlfriend.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[imaginesbymk]

Shrooms for Two.

Midsommar One Shot

Summary: Mark and Y/n sneak off together once finding out Y/n smuggled some magic mushrooms from the first stop they were at earlier. Their euphoric trip causes one of them to psych out, and trigger out an aggressive confession.

Pairing: Mark x Reader

Tags: drug use & swearing

A/N: as someone coming from experience w/ drugs, i have no intent on influencing someone to follow this activity due to this one shot. i’m no doctor but be careful and do ur research before you ever try shrooms!!! btw i have no idea if what i’ve written is accurate on a mushroom trip. i’ll do more research on it in the future.

YOUR POOR NEGATIVE thoughts on the Sweden trip immediately switched when you remembered how a lot of people were all in for drug use.

The first stop, you stretched your legs after the long car ride. Dani and Christian walked together while Mark was stumbling and annoyingly fighting his way through the tall grasses due to the bugs pestering him.

While everyone else engaged in conversations and observed Hårga, you snuck your way to Mark and tapped him on the shoulder.

“You know, we don’t start the main events until later,” you whispered.

Mark looked around and then back at you. He blows out the excess smoke from his vape pen. “So?”

He held a look of disinterest. Mark never really spoke to you that much during the whole flight there, not even in the car. You two exchanged questions maybe once or twice, but that was pretty much it. All he could ramble on about was his immature importance of explicit content—or pornography, including wanting to see the Swedish women, which was mainly the reason why he only agreed to come.

But that disheartening awkward tension would change if you just lifted your hand a little more, holding up the baggy of sweets. “So . . .” you shook the bag, making Mark’s eyes grow dark and large. “‘Shrooms for two.”

“How the fuck did you manage to smuggle those?” You and Mark made your way inside the quarters where you all slept. Being the only two inside given that everyone else was out eating dinner and preparing for another activity, it was safe to speak out loud and clear.

You shrugged. “What? I just grabbed a few. I even got us some dope.”

“Don’t those belong to Pelle’s brother or something?”

“Yeah. But Ingemar said I could take some.” The bag crinkles when you pulled out two magic mushrooms. You hand one to him. “Cheers.”

The same trip effect you had when you and the group took shrooms back at the first stop kicked in. You and Mark both felt like if you took one step, the ground would melt like butter.

So you both laid on the grass.

Mark wouldn’t stop freaking out, but it got to the point where you stopped trying to calm him down. You began to notice the trees were breathing, and your mind was at ease. Everything felt like a Macbook photo booth effect. Who knew a tiny mushroom could do so much to a person. You were feeling so relaxed, and you loved life. You loved Sweden . . .

You loved Mark.

“Are you gonna freak out like how you did before?” you say softly to Mark. You turned to him to find him in an extreme euphoric state, his large eyes widened as he looked around him all paranoid over nothing.

“No!” He exclaims. “Why?” He was already freaking out like before.

“Mark,” you said to him with warning. “Just relax your body.”

“I can’t even feel my body! It’s like I’m being stuffed with glitter!”

With a random reaction, you got up. That word sent an engine start in your system.

Feel. You feel different when you’re with Mark. You feel happy despite him not even knowing it. You feel reckless ‘cause he was a dumb college kid who smokes weed in his shared apartment. You feel whole when you’re imagining him being with you. You wanted him to be with you, that was why you offered the shrooms.

“Get up.” You insist.

“Huh?” he was panting.

You bent down so you were on your knees. You grip him and push him down so you were straddling on top of him. You were stupidly high that your words started slow, then gradually sped up by each second. “Mark, you make me feel some type of way. I seriously don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me, but I love it. I really like you, but I’m not your ideal girl, like that Swedish girl you saw earlier. Inja, or whatever her name is!”

“Get the fuck off me!” Mark panics and tries wiggling you off. “I’ll throw you!”

You place both your hands on his face, caressing him. “Just let me enjoy us right here!”

“Y/n!” He pushes you. “You’re creeping the fuck outta me, and I’m always creeped out when I’m on this shit!”

You dust yourself off when you got back up on your feet. It was such a dumb thing to feel triggered about. Really, you had no idea what just happened. Or why you did what you did. It was just one shroom.

You freaked Mark out, and now he’s gonna think you’re a stalker and never speak to you or come near you for the rest of the trip.

Or was he? You looked down at him to check to see if he was okay. Sure enough, he went back to the usual state he was in, but he immediately forgot you were on top of him just moments ago, almost force feeding your confession down his throat. He didn’t need that, and you didn’t need to do that, either.

You kinda wished you had better planning, because now the villagers and your group with Dani and Christian were all walking back to the fields where you and Mark were, some staring at you as they approached closer.

Pelle grinned. “We were wondering where you two went.”

“They’re high,” you could hear Josh mutter in his sigh. “They got high, without us. Cunts.”

“Holy shit, did you break Mark or something?” Christian says. “Dude! You good?”

Dani rushes to you and tries to touch your shoulder. “Are you okay?” she looks down to see Mark, paralyzed in paranoia, his heartbeat racing and mind jumping to a whole different world. “Is . . . he gonna be okay?”

Mark fluttered his eyes wide open again. “H-HI!” He yelps. “There’s people! I don’t like new people!”

[tehyunqs]

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

LATE NIGHT CONFESSIONS  a lonely teenage girl, who’s in search of comfort and closure, confesses her troubles to the guy who just broke into her house.

a min yoongi oneshot.

"oh my god, yes!" you cheered at your television, jumping up slightly from your comfortable position on your bed. "olivia benson, you've done it again! i love you!" you couldn't help the huge grin that plastered itself onto your face when the detective uncovered the 20-year-old unsolved murder case, and rushed to arrest the culprit before he could escape to jamaica.

this was how you usually spent your summer vacation. you sleep at the time you usually wake up for school, which is around 6 am, watching and re-watching episodes of law and order: svu, and wake up at the time you arrive home from school.

you followed the same routine everyday. wake up at 2 p.m., clean the house, eat, and go to sleep at 6 a.m.

you would be lying if you said you weren't desperate to run out into the woods behind tour house in search of an adventure. anything that didn't force you to clean this darn house everyday, putting up with your mother's constant screams and insults.

you picked up your remote control and clicked a few buttons to select a new episode, reaching into your bag of chips only to find it empty.

realizing you'd have to abandon the comforts of your bed to get more food from downstairs, you groaned in frustration, and put on your slippers before heading towards the kitchen.

you rummaged through the cabinets in search of something that would satisfy your needs, finally deciding on a pack of cookies and the box of your favorite cap'n crunch cereal.

when you finally settled on the kitchen table, you held up the spoonful of cereal up to your mouth, but before you could take a bite, a strange shuffling that came from the living room caught your attention. you froze in your spot, blood running cold at the noises, afraid you were just moments away from encountering the dead woman your mother and relatives had warned you about.

your mind began to look for other possibilities in order to keep your composure, but when it couldn't, you thought about what you had done recently to deserve her haunting.

of course you had talked back to your parents, insulted your siblings, and lied about who had eaten the last forbidden brownie that was supposed to be for your father, blaming it in your little sister when it had actually been you, but you kept telling yourself you were innocent. as if the freaky woman could read your mind or better yet; believe you.

the sudden noise of heavy footsteps then filled your ears, and you were about to make a run for the backyard door to receive your dog's protection when whoever or whatever it was giving you goosebumps suddenly came into your view. and it was definitely not a creepy woman dressed in white with long black hair covering half of her face.

with the spoonful of cereal still near you mouth, you stared wide eyed at the stranger, who looked no older than 20, before you, mouth hanging open at the surprising reveal. he appeared to be just as shocked as you when he stopped dead in his tracks obviously not expecting anybody to be awake at three-in-the-morning, and certainly not eating in the kitchen.

you both stared at each other for a good two minutes before you decided to break the uneasy tension. "uh. . . . what are you doing in my house?" your arm was beginning to sting from prolonged period of time it was spending in the air, but you could barely feel the forming pain.

he stayed silent for a couple of minutes, trying to think of any other reason than for the one he was actually here for, but obviously came up with nothing convincing. "um. . . . robbing your house. . . ?"

his awkward and nervous tone gave away the fact that this was definitely his first rodeo. his stance and innocent face wasn't threatening to you, so instead of running for help, you kept your curious gaze on him while slowly inching the spoon closer to your mouth, chewing on the soggy cereal that had been patiently waiting to be devoured for a good ten minutes.

your mind was blank of any sarcastic responses, so you did what you did best; stood silent while making your opponent uncomfortable under your burning stare. this was a superpower your mother kindly passed on to you, but you had to admit hers was much more deadlier than yours.

when he nervously reached into his waistband and pulled out a gun, you instantly knew your superpower had once again succeeded. your hands immediately flew into the air in surrender, eyes wide when you realized someone was literally pointing a gun at you.

"woah, dude, hold on." you began. "i'm sixteen-years-old, literally half your size! what am i gonna do? jump on your leg and bite it?"

yoongi, the unknown man to you, realized you were right. but instead of surrendering, he ordered you to shut up and sit on the kitchen floor right by the sink. "alright, do whatever you want with me, just don't hurt my family."

"i'm not gonna do anything to you or hurt your family." he grimaced, feeling slightly offended you suggested he'd be capable of harming a teenage girl and her family.

you raised your brows at him and nodded slightly, watching as he placed his only weapon on the kitchen island, at your arms reach by the way, and began to rudely rummage through your living room. you guessed he was looking for valuable things to resell or pawn. your eyes would glance at the gun every so often and you contemplated on whether or not to pull it on hum, but he was honestly too cute, so you didn't.

"hey, what's your name?"

you expected him to completely ignore you, but was proven wrong when you heard his deep voice. "yoongi."

"cool, i'm (y/n)."

"don't care."

"nice."

a few minutes that consisted of you drumming your fingers against the floor tiles, your occasional humming or whistling, and yoongi shushing you went by, and you honestly had never been so bored in your entire sixteen years of existence. and you once had to sit through mrs. smith's 3-hour-long algebra two lecture.

"you're not a professional robber, are you?" you questioned the man, who was currently occupied with your father's macbook.

"of course i am." he spat back, which made you tilt your head in confusion.

"really?" you pursed your plump lips. "because you're not even wearing a mask or gloves. which would be at the top of my list if i were to plan out a robbery."

he ripped his gaze from the laptop to glare at you. "shut up."

"i'm just sayin'." you raised your arms up in defense. you almost laughed when you saw his reaction, but managed to keep your composure. "i'd probably be a better robber than you."

fed up with your constant talking, he slammed the laptop shut and picked it up before walking over to you. "oh, yeah? how?" he challenged.

"well, for starters, i'd wear a mask and gloves, so if you were to get caught, they wouldn't be able to identify you. and you wouldn't leave any evidence at the crime scene." you held up your hands so that your palms were facing him. "like your fingerprints."

when he didn't respond, you glanced at his naked hand resting against your kitchen counter and nodded towards it. he followed your gaze and quickly removed it, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"i also wouldn't leave your only weapon right next to your hostage, who's, by the way, untied!" your hands formed two fists as you held them up sarcastically in the air, his eyes slowly narrowing at your annoying. but good explanation.

"oh, and last but not least, i wouldn't stand in full view of a security camera." you couldn't help but burst out laughing when his eyes widened and he quickly ducked as if he would no longer be recorded.

"pfft, i'm kidding. there is no security camera." you chuckled when he glared at you.

"no, wait, i'm not kidding, it's right there." you pointed towards the top of your fridge as his eyes followed your finger. "i don't think it works though. it's been like two years since i saw the alarm guys come up here."

yoongi sighed and stood up from his hiding spot. "you're a real piece of work, kid, you know that?" you hummed in response while shrugging your shoulders.

"i try." you weakly responded back.

you slightly tensed when he sat down next to you, but quickly relaxed.

"truth is," he began with a sigh. "this is my first time doing something like this. i've never even stolen as much as a candy bar from the store."

"and what made you take this drastic step?"

"desperation, i guess." he raised a hand in the air to run it through his mint colored hair before letting it fall down to his lap. "my sister is sick and i can't afford half her medications. i've looked endlessly for jobs, but it's always a dead end."

your eyes widened at his words, wondering if he actually meant to share this with you.

"well, i know that it's hard, but you need to keep trying." you glanced over at the vulnerable boy. "get out there and keep looking for a job so that you earn your money honorably. because although i don't know you at all, i do know that you'll regret it if you go through with this, and earn your money this way."

yoongi turned to look over at you and was about to ope his mouth when the sound of someone coming down the stairs interrupted him. you shot up and grabbed him by the air, quickly shoving him inside of the downstairs bathroom despite his protests. "shut up! do you wanna go to jail?" you angrily whispered, slamming the door close before he could respond.

you walked towards the table and sat down, acting as if you hadn't just formed a weird bond with the guy who had just broken into your house, and shoved him into the downstairs bathroom. you stared at your melted cereal, anxiously waiting for your mom to appear. you had learned to distinct your mother's footsteps from your father's. they sounded the same to everyone else, but you were the only one who could tell the slight difference.

"(y/n), what are you doing?" you looked up at the sound of your mother's voice and smiled slightly at her.

"eating."

"of course." she shook her head, reaching into the fridge for a water bottle. "keep sneaking into the kitchen at four a.m, and you'll end up rolling across the street like your cousin johanna. you're almost there." normally you would be unaffected by her words, but the fact that yoongi could hear her made you cringe.

"love you too, mom." you responded sarcastically. you wanted to let her know you could give a rat's ass about the way she talked to you, but it completely slipped through her mind.

she ignored you, choosing to take a sip from her bottle before placing it on the kitchen counter. the same spot that yoongi had left his fingerprints on.

"i have to go to the bathroom." she announced.

"no!" you immediately shot up from your seat, causing her to stop and turn to look at you. "um, it's clogged. sorry, i went in there."

your mother sighed and placed her middle and pointer fingers on either side of her temples. "god, (y/n), you can't even go to the bathroom without messing something up."

you pursed your lips at her, slightly raising your arms up in defense. "couldn't help myself."

"just go to sleep, okay? i have to leave earlier than expected tomorrow--today, and i want this house clean before i come back."

you slowly nodded at her. you could feel your palms begin to sweat anxiously, afraid yoongi might make a noise, and force your mother to investigate, which would then result in him sitting in the back of a flashing car, and you grounded for the rest of your life.

"your father is not going to be happy about that clogged toilet."

you tilted your head to the side, smiling at her. "i'll send him my regards."

your mother rolled her eyes at you before finally leaving. you waited until you heard her door slam shut to shove yoongi out of the bathroom.

"does she always talk to you like that?"

you waved a hand in front of him dismissively. "yeah, but it's whatever. i'm used to it."

"it's not whatever." yoongi pushed, much to your dismay. "you might be her kid, but she needs to respect you."

you both walked back to the kitchen, sitting down near the kitchen seat where you once were. you sighed, turning so that your whole body was facing him.

"there's no way that's gonna get through her thick skull. her's or my dad's! it's just—" you sighed, taking a break before continuing. "i don't understand! you have no idea how hard i tried my best to please them. i—i tried doing everything like they wanted. but no matter how hard i tried, it was never enough."

"so you just gave up." yoongi finished for you. you nodded your head, looking down at the ground when you felt tears beginning to build up in your eyes, but you did your best to contain them.

"yeah, 'cause what's the point? they tell me that i'm never gonna go anything or anyone in life, and i—" you quickly stopped yourself once you processed the words that were about to come out of your mouth, finally realizing what's been holding you back these past couple of years.

"you what?"

"i guess i believed them."

you and yoongi talked for hours in the comforts of each other's presence. it wasn't until you saw the daylight beginning to peak in through the blinds that you knew this comforting conversation would need to come to a stop.

"my mom's about to get up. you need to go."

yoongi nodded, heading towards the front door, but you stopped him, alerting him about the alarm system that goes off every time someone opens the door. you pointed towards the window he had originally broken into, causing him to blush a crimson red in apology.

"wait, aren't you gonna take anything?" you questioned in confusion.

he shook his head, smiling down at you. "nah, you're too nice."

before he could finally climb out through the window, he turned back to look at you. "are you gonna call the cops on me?"

you tilted your head to the side and placed a finger against yourself chin, pretending to think before dropping the act. "nah, you're too nice."

"but, hey! if i see your face on the news, i won't hesitate to visit you in prison, and beat you up!"

yoongi chuckled and shook his head. "don't worry about it, kid. this is the last time i pull something like this."

with that, he sent you one last smile before finally heading down the road, in search of a new more honorable path.

for years, you hadn't heard from yoongi again, and you'd be lying if you said you never thought of him again, wondering if he had managed to keep his promise.

but one night as you relaxed on your day off from constantly saving lives at your local hospital, you bumped into a familiar man, who just couldn't wait to tell you about the successful business he started one week after he broke into your house all those years ago.

masterlist

[cal-puddies]

meet fletch || pt 3|| ashton irwin

meet fletch || pt 1 || pt 2 || pt 3 || pt 4 || pt 5 || pt 6

Fletch had the melt down you'd expected. And it wore at your nerves. Even though they were family, you hated anyone seeing him have that kind of freak out in front of others. He’d thrown himself at Anne Marie and screamed about how much he hated you for keeping it from him.

Ash took you for drinks and to catch up while he calmed down.

And the next month was spent with Fletch asking when he could see his dad again. And almost nightly calls with Ashton.

And then it was time. You were boarding a plane to go see Ash. You kept fletch occupied with movies on an iPad that Ash had hooked him up with. The fights about expensive gifts were all but over, because he’d do it anyway. It’s not like you didn’t have money, but you also weren’t buying your six year old $500 electronics. You’d benefitted too.

You’d mentioned something about taking classes and the new MacBook arrived with the iPad and a new iPhone for you, because he’d noticed yours was a little broken. He’d said he needed to provide for his family.

Fletch slept a good chunk of the flight as well. It was his first time.

Ash sent a car, to keep the overwhelming paps at bay. You’d be staying at his house with him for a few days, your job had an office you could work out of in LA, and once you were comfortable with Ash taking care of fletch, you’d be moving to his loft close to the office.

Ash invites his band mates for dinner, so you can get to know them, especially since Fletch will spend time with them.

“You met Luke once.” He reminds you, but Luke was like 14 when you met him so, not exactly the same. “And Cal is on your side all the way. So you’re not in a room full of people that hate you.”

“I know you’re trying to make this easier on me, but you should know better.” You smirk.

“Right.” He chuckles.

“Hey ash?” Fletch asks, still somewhere between calling Ash, dad and, well Ash.

“Yeah buddy?” He asks, giving Fletch his undivided attention.

“Who are these people?”

“They’re my band mates bud. You’ll like them. They’re a lot of fun. And they are all excited to meet you. And mom will be right here if you get nervous.”

“Ok.” Fletch nods.

“If you get overwhelmed, you can just let me know too. They’re gonna wanna get to know you.” Ash looks over at you, “both of you.”

The night is mostly about Fletch and you let it be. Calum seems to understand without a word when having the four men looming over Fletch stresses him, and he joins you for a drink.

“It was nice of you… to do this for Ash.” He says, sitting next to you across the room. Luke is sitting with Fletch, coloring, and Michael is asking him about video games. Ash is just sitting and watching, talking with them occasionally. But he’s getting to know his son too.

“Eh… I kinda always told myself that I’d either get up the nerve to tell him or if he ever found out, he’d get the chance to get to know Fletch if he wanted. This is the least I could.” You shrug. “And he’s happy, ya know? Fletch too.”

“And you?” Cal asks, the first one to even show you attention.

“This isn’t about me.” You shake your head.

“Ash said you’re gonna stay at his loft?” He asks.

“Yeah, once fletch is comfortable. It’ll be easier for me to get to work that way. And if Ash needs help, I’m not too far.” You shrug.

“I’m not too far from there so if you need a good place to eat or grab a drink or anything, I can help ya out.” Cal grins.

[hail-langdvn]

Work on an Off Day

Summary: Duncan’s been a bit too busy for (y/n). REQUESTED (:

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, language, daddy!kink, maybe a bit of dirty talk (i say maybe bc im horrible at dirty talk LMAO), probably more but im bad at warnings im sorry

Word Count: 1.9k

(hi, ugh its me. ive been mia and had the meanest writers block but im back for like the 50th time! i havent watched house of cards a day in my life but i assumed after all the hc & research ive done that this’ll be enough lmao)

He was in his office all day. Not that (Y/N) was complaining, at least he decided to stay home today. But when (Y/N) had pestered him to stay home, she envisioned his physical being with her, not being cooped up taking every single call in between whatever else Duncan did on a day to day basis. She didn't really ever ask what he really did, but she had a overall generality of it.

At first they planned to just stay in and watch whatever she wanted to watch—a lazy day because she never had those with him often. But then when Duncan got the first call, that idea got thrown in the trash. He whisked away into his office and never came out.

(Y/N)'s a reasonable girl! Moderately. Today was supposed to be their day and when something meddles with that, she was no longer reasonable.

When Pretty Woman wasn't making her smile to herself anymore and her thoughts consumed her, she decided to go a bit on a whim. (Y/N) pushed herself up from the couch and made her way to the office upstairs, where her boyfriend stayed.

Slipping in unnoticeably was easy, he was vigorously typing on his MacBook and talking to God-knows-who.

“No, that's not what I asked for.” He stated, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Give me a second.” Duncan puts the phone on mute for a second before turning to face his girlfriend. “Sorry, baby, I have to take care of a few things. Give me thirty minutes.”

Thirty minutes went by and he was still taking care of “a few things.” (Y/N) couldn't take anymore neglection; if she knew today would be like this, then he should've just gone to work.

The second time she entered the office she made it clear she wasn't taking anymore of this. When Duncan heard the knock on the door, he expected to see her in his oversized t-shirt she stole, the gray sweats she always wore at home, her hair in a loose ponytail, and her glasses threatening to fall further away from her face. However, (Y/N) wasn't there to be a pitiful girlfriend pouting for his attention. If she was going to get his attention, it was going to be drastic.

“Hold for a minute.” He hadn't noticed her, yet, which definitely annoyed her. But that didn't discourage her. “Baby- fuck.”

She sat on the black leather couch from across the room innocently as if she didn't waltz in there with his favorite lingerie set. “Are you done, yet?” She needily whined, slightly parting her legs not breaking eye contact.

“I'm in the middle of an important phone call.” He explained, gripping his pen as she started sucking on her two fingers. When her fingers were coaxed in her saliva, (Y/N) slid aside the panties she wore and rubbed her clit.

“So, you don't want to play with me, daddy?” She asked with a frown, giving him a clear view of her pussy. “That's why you stayed home today.”

“Five minutes.” He abruptly said, holding up his five fingers. She huffed, shrugging at him kicking it up a notch. Her index finger and thumb slightly pinched her nipple allowing a whimper to escape, growing wetter by the second. When she knew she was wet enough to slide a finger in, she wasted no time. Pumping her finger in and out, she grasped Duncan's attention more when an ungodly moan left her.

“Three minutes, daddy.” She taunted, glancing over at the clock on the wall to the right of her. Slipping the second finger in made her feel a little more full, yet it didn't feel as good as when he'd slip a second finger in. Nevertheless, she didn't stop herself.

“Look, I'll call later, I have some other business to take care of.” Duncan quickly hangs up and focuses all his attention to her. “Such a dirty slut, while I was taking a call?” He queried, walking over to her. “Shouldn’t have answered in the first place.” She sassed, sucking on her fingers. Her every move taunted him. “Supposed to be our day, remember?”

He instantly feels bad for his girlfriend, remembering the real reason why he was in his home office. Duncan wasn't even supposed to be working today. “I'm sorry.” He mumbled, approaching her on the couch. “How 'bout I make it up to you by playing with your pretty little cunt?”

Her legs feel like jello hearing his voice and tone change. (Y/N) melts under Duncan's touch when she feels his hands grip her thighs as he crouched down to become leveled with her pussy. “Didn't I ask a question?” He sternly asked, glancing up at her.

“Please, daddy, touch me.” She whimpered, feeling his breath against her.

“Doesn't sound like you want me to even touch you.” He teased, pretending to get up.

“No, no! Please, daddy. It's been two weeks! I need you so bad, please.” She moaned, trying to get him to at least slide a finger in or something. “I've been a good girl for you waiting all day, please, please, please—“ and she continued to splurge more nonsense rambling to prove how much she wanted him to touch her. Duncan didn't move a muscle or change expression, he derived off her begging alone.

When she noticed his small smirk, her mouth clamped shut. She thought she earned it, but when Duncan stood up, tears grazed her eyes. “Where are you going?” (Y/N) asked, watching him turn away from her and walking over to his desk.

“I spoil you too much.” He plainly said. Her eyebrows furrowed while her eyes glossed more by the second. “You beg like that all the time, and I give it to you. I just think you're not wanting it, you just say that you do.”

The games he played were painful, especially when she was severely turned on. (Y/N) was practically halfway to her orgasm before he approached her moments ago! He didn't want to cut her any slack?

Her sweet face contorted into a sadder version of his baby doll. “I-I was being a good girl! I tried to convince you as much as I could.” She sadly pouted, standing in front of his desk. “Please, daddy. I won't take it for granted, I promise!” Her final plea made Duncan give in. Who wouldn't?

He slid his rolling chair back allowing her to sit atop his desk with her legs wide. “Gorgeous.” He muttered before sliding his finger in her sopping pussy. (Y/N) suppressed any moans, not getting any permission to moan, yet.

Duncan couldn't hold back anymore, he attached his mouth to her clit. Laying his tongue flat, he licked upward, gathering all the juices in her mouth. His eyes never left her, yet (Y/N) clamped her eyes shut, being a bit intense for her.

“Look at me, baby.” He mutters on her clit. She forces her eyes to open and look at Duncan. “So sweet on my fucking tongue, almost forgot how good you taste.” He praised pumping his fingers in and out attempting to get her to cum faster.

“Oh god.” She exclaimed, unable to suppress anymore moans. “Please fuck me already, Daddy.” She whines, setting him off a bit. Duncan forgot how easily she could get overheated and assertive when he doesn’t let her moan.

He stops, sliding his fingers out and standing up straight. Instead of an angry expression or one of those “don’t-be-ungrateful” looks he’d normally give her, Duncan gave her a cheeky smirk licking his fingers clean. “You sure you want that now, darling?”

His ominous tone could send anyone running for the hills, but (Y/N)? She would consume it and ask for more. Maybe that’s one of the reasons he loves her so much. “Of course, Daddy. That’s why I asked.” She returns with an even more crazier tone matched with a grin, leaning into his personal space.

Duncan was already hard from when she strutted in his office and started pleasing herself. If she hadn’t been so assertive any sooner, he would’ve ripped his clothes off himself. But (Y/N) took care of that.

“So hot, Daddy.” She innocently grinned, taking her place back on the desk.

“Look at you,” He ushers gripping his cock, spreading her legs apart. “Wanting me to fuck you over my paperwork.” He teasingly rubbed his tip up and down her clit, earning a frustrated groan from his girlfriend. “What’s that, baby? Forgot that I control when you can have my cock?”

The tension of all of this wouldn’t let her form a coherent sentence. It was on the tip of her tongue like a single word forgotten. “Daddy,” she managed to get out, “Please don’t tease.” It was weak, but enough to make Duncan bury his cock deep in her. In less than a second his thrusts came in and came in rough. Her mouth gapes open and her eyes slam shut from the instantaneous burning in her stomach. Duncan’s hand gripped her thighs and his hips slammed into hers. She needed this for the past two weeks.

Her moans became louder by the second and she could’ve swore that after the first minute she could’ve cum. But she asked for this, so why in the world would she let in so easily?

“Squeezing around me so tight,” He spoke aloud, “must feel so good, huh, baby?” She could only respond with a moan in the state he had her.

“I-I’m gonna—“

“Not so fast.” He said, slowing down his pace to a painstakingly slow (yet, rough) thrust in and out. “I don’t fuck you for two weeks and you need to cum so soon?”

She let out another frustrated moan. “You just wanna tease me, you don’t want me to cum, Daddy.” Duncan smirks at her, his slow thrusts brought his a little closer to his own orgasm. When she was finally into the slow pace, he decided to tease her further switching the pace (for his own purposes, as well) and bringing the two of them to their climaxes. “Go ahead, cum around my cock.”

Her walls tightened around him and in an instant her cum dripped down his cock. Duncan slips out of her, jerking himself off, finishing himself off before shooting all over (Y/N)’s chest. She grins at him, swiping a bit of it on her finger before sucking it clean.

After showering and cleaning themselves up, Duncan finds himself in the bathroom staring at his beautiful girlfriend. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” She asks, genuinely curious, halting her face washing.

“I’ve been so busy with work,” he glides behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, “and it was supposed to be our day today. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, silly.” She laughed, bending over washing the rest of her face wash off with water. “I wasn’t mad, just frustrated.”

“Maybe I can stay home tomorrow, too. Make it up to you.” He suggests while she dries her face.

(Y/N) turns to face her boyfriend and shakes her head. “As great as that sounds, you wouldn’t be able to keep that promise. Just make it up to me when you get home.” And boy did he do that.

[oh-so-scenarios]

ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢs...♠| 10

⤖ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇs? Jᴜɴɢ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ʜɪs sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ…ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

⤖ Mᴀғɪᴀ Lᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ x ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, Aɴɢsᴛ, sᴍᴜᴛ, sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ!ᴀᴜ,

A/N: WARNING: Weapons, Injuries, someone getting seriously injured. Blood. ....I played out this chapter in my head for weeks. This chapter and the next chapter that is coming....I’ve planned this out sooooo much. Outlined it differently a bunch off times. And here we are. 

**Unedited, please ignore any errors!

(Word Count: 7.34K)

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Y/N:

I strolled into the headquarters with Jennie trailing behind me. She had her phone pressed to her ear, her jaw clenched as she struggled to keep her tone light. She was having an argument with Jaehyun. Since I saw her last in the hospital where Hoseok hugged me unexpectedly, there was an argument. 

I didn’t feel that it was business to listen in or ask the specifics. Jennie is talkative if she wanted to tell me, she would. We were supposed to meet with Hoseok to review the previous surgeries and plan for the next ones. Looking at the tears bubbling in Jennie’s eyes, I don’t think she’ll be joining us. 

I walked over to our office, thinking of where I placed all the files that were recorded for the surgeries. My heels clicked as I rushed through the room, my eyes narrowing in on the thick black folder that sat on the counter. I was quick to grab it, flipping through the pages and only looking up as I heard the door being pushed open slowly.

Jennie walks in, showing me a strained smile while stepping to the other side of the room. The phone was still pressed to her ear and she turned her back to me. While my eyes lingered on her back, I noticed something out of the corner of my eyes. I didn’t notice it before, but there were two white jackets. 

I left the folder opened on the counter and moved towards the items I saw. I reached out and grabbed the first jacket, realizing they were a doctor's coat. They were new, and it was notable because the fabric was still a bit stiff. I ran my fingers over the jacket, a smile pulling at the corner. 

I had to bite my lip to suppress the giggle that wanted to leave my lips. Etched onto the jacket in green were the Doc followed by my initials. This had to be the work of Hoseok. The green words were a dead giveaway. 

How cute of him. I walked back over to the folder, closing it and holding it against my chest as I glanced at Jennie who now faced me, the angst slowly melting from her facial expression. I left the room without a word, walking back out to the once empty lobby area. Now I was seeing Seokjin at the large circular table with his laptop open in front of him. He wore a casual outfit, his grey tee matching with the loose grey sweater pants he wore. 

I haven’t really spoken to the guys in the past few days. Since my emotional breakdown in front of everyone, the place was always empty when Jennie and I came in. We only saw Jungkook when he would bring in patients and see them out. I also haven’t asked about the previous conversation or how things unfolded after Jennie and I left. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Jin said, not looking up from his computer screen. His hair was swept over his forehead and the bags under his eyes showed the results of a busy day. I stood there idly for a moment, wanting to ask where Hoseok was. Jungkook dropped us off, and I realized I left my phone in the car. I can’t even text Hoseok.

“Oh!” Jin suddenly exclaims, “Hoseok-ah said to go to his office and wait for him. He’s running late.” 

I was a bit confused, realizing that I’ve never been to Hoseok’s office at the headquarters. I’d have you go down that hallway. My mind didn’t gloss over the casual way he called Hoseok’s name.

“H-his office?” I muttered. Jin looks up at me from under his eyelashes and looks back to his computer before nodding.

“Yup, you can’t miss it. It has double doors.” He continues typing away at the keyboard, giving me a clear sign that the conversation was over. I slowly approached the further left hallway, a place I’ve never ventured. Not that I wasn’t curious but...that hallway is where the guys handle most of their business. I didn’t have any reason to go there. 

I walked slowly, my heels clicking softly, further showing my hesitation. I walked through the narrow hallway, the grey walls making the space more suffocating. I walked past a few doors, all different in color. A red door, a blue door, a green door, a purple door, and a black door. Each of them with a door handle accompanied by a keypad for a code and another circular lock about the keypad. There was a small rectangle on some of the doors. They seemed like glass peep squares, but the lights of each room were switched off.

I walked further down the hallway until I came to a pair of double doors. They were fine wood with a number pad on above the classical doorknob. The doors were slightly open, giving me a peek into the dimly lit room. I pushed the door opened further and stepped in, taking in a deep breath as I realized the room smelt like Hoseok. The room was dimly light and matched the overall feel of the hallway. 

The walls were a combination of a rich rosewood and lighter wood. It made the room feel cozy. The desk and the chairs were dark brown and they wonderfully complemented each other. The whole room just fit together well. I walked further in, setting the folder on the wide desk. 

I could lay on the desk and curl my body slightly. It was pretty large. I walked around the side of it, finally noticing the open MacBook that sat in front of the bigger spinning chair. Hoseok’s chair I’m guessing. I walked around the chair, my eyes drifting to the big bookcase displayed behind Hoseok’s seat. 

There were some interesting novels, making me wonder how often Hoseok reads them. I stopped at the notice of a black Bluetooth speaker sitting among the books. Is Hoseok a big fan of music? He hasn’t mentioned it much. I walked around to the other side of the chair, noticing the laptop again as it pinged and the keyboard began to light up. I looked away from it, reading the titles on the book spines. 

“Where’s Jennie?” Hoseok’s voice said as one of the double doors opened. I jumped at the sound of his voice, becoming used to the quiet that was surrounding me. I turned around to see a white plastic bag in his hand as he walked forward. His eyes were on everything but me, as he set the bags down from across the table.

“How was work?” He questioned softly, glancing down at the folder I set down. I nodded, keeping my eyes on him. 

“Work was good. Same old, same old.” I paused, “I think I’ve really befriended this one patient. She’s so funny that I visit her during my free time. What about you?” 

He shrugs, finally bringing his eyes up to look at me. I notice his eyes fall down my body, taking in the knee-length A-line skirt I wore and the dark green blouse. 

“Work was fine.” He answered simply, his eyes meeting mine again. Goosebumps rose over my skin, a small shiver running up and down my body. Only a heartless person wouldn’t be able to feel the tension and dare I say...chemistry that has been zipping between the two of us. It’s almost...overbearing. 

We’ve only gotten as far as kisses on the cheek and hugs but everything in me wants to be totally wrapped up in him. Emotionally, mentally and physically. I want to hug him, kiss him, and have him spill his heart out to me. 

It feels like my heart is calling out but I can’t be sure if he hears it. We were standing there staring at each other in silence, not sure what to do next. I watched him stretch the back of his neck while looking down at the floor. I took a step forward, walking around the wide table to the side he stood.

He stood next to the guests' chairs, awkwardly looking down at the food he brought. 

“I wasn’t sure if you had dinner.” He said slowly. It took a few short seconds to understand what he was saying. I looked down at the takeout on the table before staring at Hoseok again. 

“No, I haven’t!” I beamed, peering into the plastic bag and taking out the plastic to-go bowls. He brought food for me?

I started setting the food out quietly while he picked up the folder. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he flipped through, nodding in an approving manner. 

“Face the laptop this way.” He ordered, his attention still on the documents. I stretched my arms out, basically bending myself over the table to grab the laptop. I turned it to face us, seeing as we would be sitting beside each other rather than across from each other. 

I pushed it closer to Hoseok before grabbing one of the two guest seats and scooting it closer. I sat down and began eating, humming in joy as I used the plastic spoon to scoop the fried rice. 

Hoseok wordless took the other guest seat beside me and drew it in closer to the desk. 

“Ok, so I’ve decided it’s best to approve and schedule the operations for a month in advance. It saves time and helps things run smoother.” He explained. I nodded, agreeing as I took another spoon of rice. 

I was too focused on eating as Hoseok typed something into the laptop, clicking loudly on the mousepad before turning his attention to me.With my mouth full of rice, I glanced at him and the laptop. It was PDFs of different surgery requests. I quickly chewed my food, leaning forward to read the words on the dimly lit screen, 

We sat there doing this for a while, I would either accept or deny certain requests. Hoseok would sometimes ask why, and I’d give a simple answer. The patient's health isn’t stable enough, or I am not comfortable performing such an operation.

I was reviewing another request only to have my view obscured by Hoseok’s arm, his fair cologne washing over me. My brows furrowed as I watched him scoop a bit of the fried rice with an extra plastic fork he pulled from somewhere. 

I gawked at him as he stared back, putting the spoon of rice into his mouth. A slight chuckle left my lips as he smiled in return. 

“I paid for it,” He jeered, “So I believe I am entitled to a spoon or two.” 

I snickered at him and pushed the bowl of fried rice closer to him, so it was almost in-between us both. 

“Oh!” I perked up, “I saw the doctor’s coats. Thank you Hoseok, they’re cute.” 

He only nodded in acknowledgment, showing me that he was a bit embarrassed by my gratitude.

We worked in comfortable silence for a while, Hoseok trying to keep from laughing every time I grew picky with the operations I would accept. When we finally came to the last request, which I denied, I was reaching for the dumplings that were sitting there forgotten. I pushed the laptop further back, taking the lid off the food.

“They’re cold by now, but I’m sure they’re still good.” After passing the wooden pair of chopsticks to Hoseok and grabbing my own, we started eating as he pulled the laptop closer to him, and began doing some different types of work.

“I’m curious about your investment company,” I said moving to pick another dumpling. 

Hoseok raised an eyebrow but didn’t break his focus from the laptop screen. 

“So you fund different businesses?” 

“Basically. I give funding for a percentage of the company or project.” He answered before grabbing another dumpling. 

“I see, that’s very cool. I’m sure you make a lot of money that way.” 

“It started as a cover for this black market work, not wanting to draw too much attention to the money I have. However, it grew to be very successful and brought in billions of dollars every year, so it became my part-time job.”

“That is very cool.” I narrowed my eyes at him, “For someone who has so much money, I don’t see you showing it off much.” 

Hoseok shakes his head, “I don’t like to draw attention to myself. I spend my money on watches, sometimes suits, while the rest goes back into the business or into my work here.” 

I place an elbow on the desk, and hold my cheek in my hand, making sure to turn my body to face Hoseok.

“When was the last time you went on a vacation?”

He pauses, looking up at the ceiling while he thinks for a moment. 

“My family went on a trip when I was 13 years old.” He answered casually. My eyes widened, staring at the unphased Hoseok. 

“You’ve never taken a break from work?” I sounded so surprised that Hoseok stopped what he was doing to look at me.  I take my elbow off the table and sit upright in my chair.

“My whole life is my work.” He said simply. I shook my head before he could finish the sentence. That’s not good. That’s not good at all. 

“A man who wants for nothing yet doesn’t have anything.” He muttered to himself, a sad smile playing on his lips. 

“Hey!” I snapped at him in a disapproving tone, “You have the guys and you have me! How dare you say you don’t have anything.”  

I reached forward and placed a hand on his knee, surprised to not see his body tense up like it usually does. He just looks back to the laptop with a strained smile while I keep my hand on his knee in a sign of comfort. I try to change the conversation, not really minding that his attention as elsewhere. The closer I get with Hoseok, the easier it gets to read his mannerisms. 

He wears a poker face perfectly but his body language can be read like an open book. He looks ahead and focuses on something when he gets nervous, and I find it cute.

I leaned back in the seat, closing my eyes. I was ready to fall asleep and since Hoseok wasn’t dismissing my presence, I wasn’t going to leave. Being in the room with him was relaxing and comforting. My hand stayed placed on his knee, my thumb aimless rubbing circles.

“The talk with the guys went well?” My voice came out hoarse and drained of energy. Both of our chairs lacked armchairs, making it easy for my body to naturally lean towards Hoseok.

“It was awkward, tense and uncomfortable but things have felt easier since.” He answered simply and I knew he wasn’t going to push it anymore. I hummed in agreement, happy that things were working out for him. 

My head began to fall to the right, near Hoseok. I’d jerk awake, straighten my back and clearing my throat awkwardly. It was when I went through that motion for the 3rd time that I let my head fall onto Hoseok’s shoulder. My body relaxed and I melted into him, ignoring the slight huff of air he released in reaction. 

My eyes closed and my left arm moved to wrap around the front of Hoseok’s waist so I was practically clinging onto him. My face hid in his neck and his scent filled my nose in the same comforting way it always does. 

“How the hell am I supposed to get any work done?” His words held no hostility, and it followed a slight snicker as he continued to type away at his laptop. 

“Hey Hoseok,” I muttered after some long minutes of silence.

He hums in reply, not missing a beat and the sound vibrating through his chest. 

“Your mother…” My voice trailed off and the typing on the laptop stopped as well. The way Hoseok stiffen told me I was poking a sleeping bear.

“Did she pass away?” My voice is soft, not wanting to make any implications. He was silent for so long that I was ready to move away from him, worried that I’d offended him. His chest rose and fell slowly, and while my chest was basically pressed to his side, I could hear the hammering of his heart. 

Was it how close I was to him? My chin only needs to be tilted forward to brush the sensitive skin of his neck. With every word I spoke, my breath brushed his neck.

“She…” He pauses, “I don’t know where she is.” 

“Oh.” My response hung there in the hair, showing that his answer caused only more questions to sit in my brain. 

“My father and my mother were not soulmates. My mother found her soulmate at the peak of my father’s illness.” The atmosphere grows darker and Hoseok’s voice grows colder. He feels very far away at this moment, and though I can’t see his face, I know his expression lacks any emotion. 

“Your mother left you and your father for her soulmate?” I assumed, just to make sure I was understanding everything. I can feel Hoseok nod and a wave of understanding hit me. His mother left her whole family for her soulmate. Ugh, what a bad taste that is leaving in my mouth. So Hoseok lost his mother than lost his father. He was completely alone.

I opened my mouth to speak when Hoseok started again, the next works hitting me like a brick.

“Her soulmate was my father’s doctor….who worked at Seoul Sky hospital.” He says it as monotone as possible.  It was my turn to stiffen, and it seemed Hoseok was holding his breath while waiting for my response. 

Hoseok’s mother left him and his sick father for the doctor that was supposed to be helping his father. Hoseok’s soulmate ends up being me...a doctor at the same hospital that possibly scarred him for life. Young 16-year-old Hoseok, who has probably been carrying this baggage for some time. 

“Wow, life is ironic.” Was all I could get out. My voice comes out choked and Hoseok hisses in a playful manner.

“Don’t start crying.” He whines in a way I’ve never heard before.

“I’m not crying, I just understand why you disliked me so much.” 

“I wouldn’t say I ever disliked you, it’s just the terms in which I met you.” He speaks honestly, “The first few weeks weren’t me being angry at you, I was angry at the universe for sending me a soulmate that reminded me of how people so easily throw everything away for a soulmate. It reminded me too much of what my mother did.”

“I see,” I answered.

“Every time I saw you, it felt like you were taunting me.” 

“Do you still feel that way?” 

“No.” 

“Does that doctor still work at the hospital?” 

“He ran off somewhere with my mom. He doesn’t work there anymore.” 

I tighten my arm around him, “Did you become a chairman at the hospital in case they return? Your mother and her soulmate I mean.” 

“At first...yes. But, I found another reason to stick around so it’s not the only thing keeping me around,.” 

I nodded.

“My mother, before she left my father, told me that staying with a man who has a career like my father was...draining. In the beginning it was all good, love was enough. But it became a burden as life went on.” Hoseok took in a shaky breath, adjusting his body to relax into his seat more. 

“She told me someone in my father’s line of work would be better off alone. If I find my soulmate, I should run the other way for my soulmate’s sake.” My other arm slid behind Hoseok’s back, and my left arm rested on his chest now. 

This feels so natural. Being wrapped up in each other like this, laying here talking and just enjoying each other's company. It all fit together like a puzzle and everything else was an afterthought.

“That’s horrible, I’m so sorry.” 

“She has said worse...but I didn’t blame her. I didn’t blame her for telling me that but I still hold a lot of anger about leaving. I could see my mom wear down over the years. My dad was always coming home late, traveling for days without calling and prepping me to take over.” He sighs.

“That’s probably what she hated the most, the fact that this lifestyle was already being put on me. However, that doesn’t excuse her for leaving. It never will.”

“Of course,” I agree, “It can’t be easy to forgive for something like that.” 

We sit in silence again when another question is uttered from my lips, “So are you just counting down till the day I get tired and leave?” My tone was light but the slight tremor in my voice gives away how sad I am feeling.

When Hoseok doesn’t reply, I have gotten my answer.

“I would say I don’t work the same as my father. I try to do my work as quietly as possible, with as few complications as possible.”

“I can tell.”

“But I’ve kind of figured that you’re not going anywhere any time soon.” 

I smile widely at his words, “You’re damn right I’m not! You can’t get rid of me Hoseok!”

Hoseok feigns disappointment, “Damn it, I was hoping you’d get fed up and leave.” 

I cackle, moving back from him a bit, only for his arm to wrap around me and keep me from moving too far. 

“Oh stop it!” I poke fun at him, “stop with the hard to get games and admit you like me.” I giggle while playfully hitting his chest. He narrows his eyes at me and beams the brightest smile I have ever seen from Hoseok. 

“I like you, Y/n.” 

He was completely serious and I was frozen in my spot. The sudden confession left me completely shocked. My heart zoomed and my brain stopped working for a moment. It was like a brain error. I couldn’t even muster a reply. The smile that shined so brightly leaving me blinded and desensitized.

His smile fades slightly as there is a knock at the door before it opens. 

“Hoseok-ah!” Someone yelps, causing both of us to groan. Ugh, they’re so loud sometimes. I notice the way Hoseok doesn’t move to let go of me as the other 6 guys and Jennie make their way in. 

“Hyung--” Jimin’s voice stops short as he lays his eyes on us. The knowing grin spreads across his lips and he looks towards the others who soon come into view. 

“Hyung! Noona! You guys had food and didn’t share.” Jungkook pouts, looking towards the empty containers.  

“Why are you all in here causing noise?” Hoseok hisses, before closing his eyes to try to find some peace.

“Well, we didn’t mean to interrupt your little cuddle sessions we decided that we should do something for your birthday,” Jennie said.

I perked up, “Birthday?” I gasped, reviewing the date in my head, “Hoseok your birthday is in like 2 weeks!” 

His eyes are still closed as I look around at the others.

“We have to do something!” I exclaim, only making Hoseok groan again. 

“It’ll be something small, I promise!” I pinched his cheek quickly.

~!~

 “Are you sure?” I questioned, thinking I heard Hoseok wrong. Jennie grabbed onto my arm, hopping up and down.

“Let’s go!” She whined, gripping my arm tighter. It’s been about 3 days since I was last at the headquarters, wrapped up in Hoseok’s arms and feeling more comfortable than I’ve ever been. Right now I was standing in front of the guys as they prepared for another small mission. 

They’re head it 8Heart, a club not too far from here, to find this Seok impersonator. It’s a mission, not a party, not a night out. Yet it seems Jennie doesn’t see it that way. We left work earlier than usual and walked in to find the guys in the middle of planning. A bunch of things written on the whiteboard. It seems there are four men going around in a group, using Hoseok’s name to get what they want. 

They rob people and clubs with weapons, so I’d think it would be a dangerous night. It seems that Jennie doesn’t feel that way. She mentioned wanting to go clubbing while all the guys stood at the round table. 

Hoseok shrugged and went on explaining the whiteboard. I wasn’t paying much attention, reading a text from my mother. I need to remember to call her and my father. I haven’t even told them I found my soulmate. Knowing my mother, the moment I tell her, she’ll want to meet Hoseok. I don’t want to scare him off just yet, so I think I’ll avoid bringing up Hoseok.

Jennie suggested that we meet up with the guys at 8Heart for a good time. She said we’ve been working hard and need a night off. I was ready to object when Hoseok causally nods and says, “Okay, see you there.” 

So when I asked him if he was sure, he glanced at me and gave a small smile. My heart hummed at the action. Hoseok has been in such a good mood lately. The way he opened up to me last time we were together was...electrifying. 

I went home and stared up at the ceiling, replaying his small confession in my head over and over again,

“I like you, Y/n.” 

He is full of surprises.

“How fun!” Jennie squeaked, jiggling her car keys in her hand. Jennie decided to buy a car in the last 2 days. It makes me realize the Jennie comes from a different walk of life than I do. She paid for half of the car, and her parents covered the other half.

The 2020 Kia was pure white and its bright headlights made it stand out on the road. When she pulled into the parking lot at work, her gleeful prance was enough to see that she loved the attention.

“We will meet you guys there!” She grabbed my arm and started dragging me towards the door. Hoseok was too focused on what he was saying to notice our exit. We stopped by my place to grab a few of my things and sped over to Jennie’s condo.

I’ve been there a few times and was always blown away by her organizing skills. However, today I didn’t have time to take in her wonder decorating. 

“Get into the shower! I’ll pick out an outfit for you!” She was eager to go out, seeing as that’s not something we could regularly do with our schedules. I  grab one of her extra towels and make my way into the shower, thankfully that we stopped by my place to grab underwear for me. 

 I didn’t want to go to a cameo. I showered while wondering what Hoseok was liking in the clubbing scene. I’ve heard from the guys that Hoseok would go to clubs sometimes, often to find a companion for...one night. 

They reassured me that he doesn’t do such things often. I believed them, Hoseok doesn’t seem like an approachable guy. If I saw him at the club, I’d need liquid courage to even say hello.

But...Hoseok likes me. That handsome unapproachable man is my soulmate. The universe is kind. The universe is also mean. Hoseok opening up to me about his mother and just what she did, makes his animosity towards me in the start a bit understandable. 

What kind of woman can leave her dying husband and her son like that? Finding your soulmate is sweet but throwing away the life you already have for your soulmate? I don’t want to say what she did was okay, but just how strong can a soulmate connection be? 

I shut off the water, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around my body. I rushed out just in time for Jennie to rush in.

“I picked the cutest outfit for you! It’s on my bed!” She hollered before closing the bathroom door. I took a short walk down the hallway to her room. I walked to the big queen size bed, staring at the clothing she laid out. It was something simple and cute. A black t-shirt dress that had some graphic design on it. It was a-round neck but there was a slight V line dip in the middle of the round neck. There were black biker shorts and black knee-high boots. Of course, she picks out something like this for me.

I get dressed swiftly, borrowing her spray-on deodorant and also her lotion for my legs. When Jennie walked in, I was pulling on the biker shorts, standing up to really wiggle into them. They fight tight, but not to the point of discomfort.

The dress tee stopped just above my knees, and with the biker short underneath, I didn’t feel too exposed. I had some cleavage showing but it was tasteful.

 Jennie dressed quickly, while I put on light make up, not wanting to be caked up for such a place. My hair is left down and I sat down on the bed as Jennie got herself together. I held my phone in my hand, scrolling through Instagram and liking random pictures on my feed.

“Did you work out things with Jaehyun?” I asked in a monotone, glancing up at her for a short moment and returning to the pictures on my phone.

“Yeah, we worked it out,” She said while putting her lipstick on. She wore a red lace top, with black torn jeans and low bumps. She had her hair in that iconic low ponytail of her. I watched her put on her cherry red lipstick, striking a pose in her full body mirror on the other side of the room.

“Damn, we’re sexy.” She says before looking at me and blowing a kiss my way. I giggled at her, slipping the knee-high black boots on. Thankfully the heels of the boots were thick and square. They also weren’t too high, making it easier for me to walk. I tied the thin laces at the top of the boots to keep them tight around my legs. 

I grabbed some stud earrings that sat on Jennie’s dresser. I slid on the leather jacket and watched as Jennie zipped around her room, making sure she had everything. 

“You got your wallet?” She questioned. 

“It’s in your glove compartment,” I answered, heading out her bedroom.

“Wow Y/n, you look fine as hell. Hoseok is gonna lose it when he sees you.” She followed behind me, her keys jiggling as she walked. I smiled and looked over at her from over my shoulder. 

“You think?” 

She nods, “You two have been very close lately, I’m happy to see that.” I beamed as we walked through her living room and towards her front door. 

“I never told you but, he confessed that he liked me.” Jennie stops walking for a bit, her mouth falling into an O shape. 

I stopped with my hand on the doorknob. I turned to look at her and smiled widely. All I could do is nod as she stared in surprise. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah!” I exclaimed.

“That’s amazing! Wow, no wonder you two were all cuddle up. What a cute little work date.” She gestures towards the door and I open it, stepping out into the condo complex hallway.

“It wasn’t a date.” 

“Of course it was. You guys did some work, ate food and ended up cuddled together. So a date.” She nearly sang as she locked her door and turned to face me. 

“You both are such good matches. The universe doesn’t make mistakes, so no matter how different you and Hoseok seem, you still go together so well.” 

We both stroll down the hallway to the elevator. 

“Just like you and Jaehyun?” I say softly. 

She sighs as I press the button for the elevator, “Fights are a natural thing for couples to go through. Even though he grew up so different from me and we have different views on this. But damn, everything seems to work perfectly.”

“The universe doesn’t make mistakes,” I repeat her words as the elevator doors slide open.

The club was a bit further away than we intended but we ended up parking across the street from the place. The music was booming and vibrating the whole street. There was a thick line outside, and I groaned at the thought of standing for that long. The building said 8Heart in pink letters with purple and green lights shining all about. 

After parking the car, we stepped out, ignoring the few whistles from other men who were walking about the parking lot. My eyes scanned over the line of people, already eying us as we approached. Their aces weren’t friendly. The wait must have been long because they look fed up. 

As we got to the sidewalk, ready to go to the end of the line, a hand was on my wrist. I whipped around, ready to fight when I noticed Taehyung smiling widely at me.

“Hey!” I yelled. The music was already so loud from outside, “We thought we’d get here before you guys.” 

Taehyung leaned in close, putting his mouth near my ear, “We got dressed and left soon after you did. Hyung is already inside.” Taehyung keeps a hold on my wrist and I hold Jennie’s hand with my free hand. The bouncer lets us right in, getting a wave of anger from those waiting in line. The music was booming, and the bass who see deep, it felt like my heart was vibrating.

There were bodies moving and dances to all different beats of the song that played. We walked through the big dance area to a lounge looking area. There were a few bit areas with circular sofas and tables in the middle. Taehyung let go of my wrist once we were past the dancing floor. My eyes followed him, rather than walking after him. 

Jennie let go of my hand and walked past me, following Taehyung. My eyes moved ahead of Taehyung to find the area the guys were sitting in. I noticed Hoseok right away. 

Wow...what a handsome man. He was clearly catching everyone’s attention. All the guys were. Women were lingering around their lounge area. They were whispering to each other and stealing glances. Hoseok sat there with his hair parted on the side, and it gelled in such a way that showed his forehead. Jimin was saying something to him while his eyes scanned the club. 

Oh right...they’re here on a mission. 

I started towards them, noticing the dirty looks from the women that were eying the men. Just before I reached them, I caught Hoseok’s eyes. 

I smiled at him and he showed a small smile, clearly distracted by whatever Jimin was saying to him. I got a few hellos from the guys as I approached. Jennie already had a drink in her hand, swaying to the music in her seat. I felt a bit awkward, shuffling around to find a seat. Yoongi, who sat on Hoseok’s other side, scooted over. I showed him a smile before taking the seat beside Hoseok.

 I took off my leather jacket and hung it on the back of the chair. Jennie comes out of nowhere and grabs me a drink. I take the glass, taking a small sip. The drink was bitter, and I felt it burn in the back of my throat for a while. 

I down the rest of the glass, my face scrunching up after. I stretched forward and set the cup down on the table. I glanced over to see Hoseok looking my way. 

He leaned in close to my ear, his arm going around my back and his hand sliding up the side of my ass to rest on my waist. 

“I didn’t know you were such a drinker.” His breath tickled my ear and I leaned my body closer to him.

“Yeah, cause you saw me tipsy at the gala. I usually handle alcohol better than that.” I jeered. Our faces were close enough that I’d only have to turn a bit to catch the corner of his lips. Ugh, I want to kiss him. I should just do it. What’s the worst that could happen? 

“Do you want to dance?” I asked bravely. 

“I’m here for work, so I can’t. You don’t have to stay here beside me, you can go have fun.” 

I look around the club, the pounding music and the lights giving me a few previews of people dancing. I spot a few women shooting me glares and I think Hoseok catches it. I can barely make out the small chuckle from him.

“What will glaring at me do for them?” I muttered to Hoseok.

“It makes them feel better. I don’t come to these places often because women flock to me. Most want money, or want to sleep with me.” 

I nod understanding, “Well I don’t want your money so don’t worry.” 

Hoseok grins while raising his eyebrows, “So you want to sleep with me?” 

My eyes widen in horror, “No! No, I didn’t mean it like that! Not that I wouldn’t want to sleep with you! You’re a very fine man, and it’s natural to be attracted to you not only emotionally but physically--”

I am cut off by a familiar voice calling me through the loud music.

“Let’s dance!” Jennie says when I finally meet her eyes. Hoseok removes his arm from around me.

“Go have fun.” He said and turned his attention back to Jimin. I rose up from my seat, my face still burning from the conversation I just had with Hoseok. 

Jennie and I make our way to the dance floor, a smooth RnB track playing. It was a good time. The music kept going and Jennie and I kept dancing, having a good time. I was honestly feeling myself, and though there were a few guys who tried to dance with me but left me along after I gave a stern head shake, it was a wonderful time. 

The song changed to “Before I let You Go”, the Beyonce one, and I found my energy all over again. I had eyes closed and moved to the beat, moving my hips to the addictive beats singing along to the words. 

I can’t find Jennie, and I’m not sure where she has gone. I panic for a second when I spot her talking with this girl. Based on the hand gestures, they were going on about each other's outfits. I decided to head towards the bathroom really quick. I wandered around the club for a few minutes before I noticed the neon-lit sign that pointed out the bathroom.

I went into the ladies' bathroom and did my business while hovering over the toilet seat. The thought of the possible germs made my skin crawl.

I washed my hands and dried them quickly before heading to the door. As I got to the door, I decided to fix and straighten up my dress when I heard something from the narrow hallway outside the bathroom. 

“I heard they work for Seok.” A rough voice hissed. It was hard to hear them, and though the music was muffled, it still overpowering some of what they said.

“I know for sure! The way they’re watching everything, and I saw one of them sniffing around our meet-up spot! They’re onto us!” Another voice said.

“Who do you think is leading them? I say the one in the silk shirt. Let’s send Seok a message! He can’t squish us so easily! After this, everyone on the streets will believe we’re Seok! That faceless coward will never come out in the open.” The first voice said. 

I felt my body freeze and for a second, I stopped thinking. I waited a second before pushing the bathroom door open. I didn’t see anyone in the hallway. I’m sure they left. My pulse was throbbing to the point my vision was pulsing. My breathing grew heavy and I took off into the club. There was no way to get to the lounge without going through the dance floor so I pushed past people, ignoring the insults I heard. 

I have to tell Hoseok, I have to tell the guys! I don’t know what those men are planning but they’re targeting Hoseok! They think he works for Seok and not that he is Seok. I am scared of whatever lesson they want to teach.  

I rush through the hot and sticky bodies till I get to one of the opening points of the dance floor. Hoseok is standing now, looking down at his phone. He was no longer in the pit but stood on the higher floor. I feel relief but it’s short-lived. On my further left, against the wall of the dance floor, body almost concealed by a group of dancing girls was a man who’s angry gaze was focused on Hoseok. I watched as the man reached into his jacket, pulling out a silver handgun. It glinted in the lights as he held it down near his thigh. 

No. No. Oh god no. My body moved before I could think. My eyes focused on Hoseok and flickering to the man. Before I reached Hoseok, he looked up from his phone and smiled. I can’t be sure what my face looked like at the moment. I didn’t want the man to know I was onto him. I don’t know how many guys he had with him or what they’d do. But I was almost jogging to Hoseok. 

“Where’d you go? I was looking for you--” My body slammed against Hoseok and I wrapped my arms around him as if I was giving him a hug. At the same moment, I felt a burning pain in my side. My face scrunched up and my eyes began to water. I noticed I could just barely see over Hoseok’s shoulder. All the guys are rising to their feet in concern. 

It was my running. It was my sudden hug. They hadn’t realized. Hoseok hadn’t realized. 

He chuckled, “Did you miss me already?” He kept his arms at his side, chuckling at my action. The pain was growing throughout my side and I was losing strength in my body. My breathing became labored in Hoseok’s ear.

“Hoseok.” My voice was feeble and weak. My arms went slack and my body leaned on him. 

“Y/n?” Hoseok asked, finally wrapping his arms around me.  He was all that was holding me up. The next moment, a scream was heard. Though it drowned in the sound of the music, the horrified scream managed to pierce through. Had to be Jennie. Had to be. I was bleeding. Could she see it? I could definitely feel it. Where was she?

“Y-y/n?” Hoseok called again, this time his voice was trembling. There was something I’d never heard before. 

Fear. Hoseok was scared. 

His arms tighten around me, and I felt his hand touch the area in which the pain was greatest.

“Y-you’re bleeding? Y/n? Y/n!” My hearing was coming and going as my heart hammered in my ear. 

Was it my heart beating so wildly? Was it Hoseok’s heart?

Hoseok barked some orders in which I saw some blurred figures moving around us. I...I hope those bad guys don’t escape. 

“I’m...tired.” The words are broken as they leave my lips. Before I know it I am swept off my feet. I’m being carried by Hoseok. He’s running. Someone is speaking? Jennie? Hoseok? 

The music is going quiet. Everything is going quiet. Everything is going black.

“Please Y/n.” A voice pleaded, “Y/n? Stay awake for me.” 

Black. Everything turned black and everything grew quiet. 

It’s warm and it smells like Hoseok.

♠----♠----♠-----♠

 The next chapter is coming soon. I’m already halfway with the next chapter! My question for you, for this chapter! Do you think this chapter could have used more details? I didn’t feel like this chapter needed details. But I also feel like it lacked. 

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The Portuguese way

Title: The Portuguese way

Words: 1K

Pairing: Sofia/Youngjae; 10th Member of Stray Kids

Summary: Seoul lives through a Power Out

A/N: So incredibly sorry for not updating for the past half year, I kinda lost my motivation but I’m trying to be better and more active!!

It happened suddenly.

Youngjae was under the shower whilst Sofia, comfortably chilling in the living room, was typing away on her MacBook.

Everything seemed normal in the moment until the next came and all lights abruptly went out.

It didn’t take seconds for Coco to start barking, as scared as she was.

"Sofia?"

Youngjae was yelling from the bathroom, confused as to why the water stopped running, leaving him with shampoo in his hair.

She saved her drafts before making her way to him with Coco trailing behind her.

When she entered the Bathroom she almost started laughing, seeing him in a state like a lost poodle, she felt bad for him. Coco on the other hand immediately flee from the bathroom, not being amused by water.

"Don’t laugh, what happened?"

"It’s an Electric Blackout don’t panic."

Electric Blackouts were a familiar thing for Sofia, having to live in Portugal it happened very often, so she knew how to keep calm and what to do next.

"What now? Am I supposed to stand here and wait for the Water to come back?"

To that she laughed and shook her head in answer.

"You wanna do it the old portuguese way?" He nodded even though he didn’t know what she meant.

"Wait here, i’ll be right back"

"Yeah it’s not like i can go anywhere" he rolled her eyes at her statement and watched her leave. He truly looked like a lost wet poodle and Sofia tried her best to be as fast as she can.

It didn’t take long for her to come back, in each hand a water bottle.

"Bent over"

"That’s usually my line but okay" he said with a smirk.

Now it was her turn to roll her eyes, making him laugh with this reaction.

"Do you wanna walk around with shampoo in your hair and possibly leaking down your eyes and making them burn? Because i can gladly walk out again it’s no problem for me honey"

"No please just wash it out"

She rolled her eyes yet again and started pouring the water bottle over his head with one hand and with the other washing the shampoo out.

"So this is the portugiese way to handle a blackout?"

"Oh yeah. Back in the days it actually happened very often to different times so we quite literally lived through every possible situation. That’s why I keep candles in the storage room just in case."

"But it’s Seoul. It usually doesn’t happen very often."

"Well it’s happening now isn’t it?"

She took a deep breath remembering everything that happened during that time.

"You know my Father taught me that. He always told me to keep everything in regards of emergencies.

'Always have spare bottles of water and keep basic food, keep changing your passcode on your door lock to prevent someone breaking in, have enough batteries and flashlights in case the new generations don’t have candles anymore and always store enough money in cash in case the bank takes all your money.'

It was almost like she could hear her father say these things all over again to her.

"I'm glad he taught you all the things you need to know to survive."

She doesn’t talk about her parents often which he understood, so it always was heartbreaking for Youngjae when she did. He saw she was smiling while she was talking and he could feel that it’s affecting her.

"Yeah me too. I know you don’t think this but he’s actually a good man and was a great father.

He taught me a lot and always encouraged and supported me whenever i wanted to do something. It’s a lot more than my Mother did.

She was now rubbing his hair dry with the towel, making him stand straight afterwards.

He took her into his arms and gave a peck on her nose, then on her lips which made her giggle.

"What was that for?" she asked surprised.

"You can take it as a thank you."

Sofia gave him a kiss on the lips in answer and left the bathroom.

With her phone flashlight she immediately made her way to dig out some candles they stored somewhere in the house, meanwhile youngjae went to put on clothes.

She was almost done lighting the candles when he joined her on the couch, immediately putting an arm around her.

"You know I freaked out when the power vanished but i’m a lucky man for having such a knowledged girlfriend." He smoothly put his arm around her shoulders.

She gave a snort in response, yet decided to lean onto him.

They stayed cuddled up for a few more minutes in silence before youngjae started to look around for a blanket to cover him up. He started getting cold since the heater didn’t work and Sofia immediately noticed his intentions.

"Are you cold?" she asked him to which he nodded.

An idea popped into her mind and she started smirking at her boyfriend, who looked very good right now in her opinion.

"What?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you smiling like that what are you planning?" he asked sofia. He knew her so well to know she got something planned.

Instead of answering she switched her position so that she was now straddling him, her hands on the side of his face. Youngjae instictly put his hands on her bottom, figuring out what she planned but he still let her continue with a smile.

Sofia started kissing multiple spots on his face, his lips last and then making her way onto his neck.

She found his sweet spot with ease, already being very familiar with his body and it’s reactions and started sucking on it.

Youngjae immediatly leaned his head to the side to give her better access, his grip on her bottom going firmer.

Just before things could get anymore steamier, suddenly all lights went on and the heater started again, making Sofia giggle into his neck.

"It could’ve waited a couple more minutes?"

"Oh, you think you could finish that fast?"

It was almost as if she was daring him, and youngjae being youngjae took that dare.

"Oh baby you know I can" with that and a smirk he flipped them over, making her grip his arms for support. She was melting into the kiss, which Youngjae noticed so he started smiling into it as well. They were so lost in eachother that they didn’t notice the heater turning on, unlike coco who made herself comfortable beside it in her parents bedroom.

To be continued..

[elfenbensord]

could have been // remus lupin

27-31.12.18 - 1.1.19

note: this is a modern!au, where the characters are in their 20s. and remus is a good cook

also!! this is so lovely! i’m proud! (and perhaps there could be a lil pt 2? like a lil smut? we’ll see)

and, you could say that this one is… spicy.

request: “a remus oneshot where his parents own a restaurant and they have performers come in and entertain the diners. the reader is extremely talented at singing. remus decides to work the restaurant one night and the reader, who is his crush from hogwarts, happens to be singing that night.” - anon

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“remus, you know that the restaurant has gained a lot of customers since the reopen, and the staff simply can’t keep up on busy evenings…”

remus dropped his phone onto the kitchen counter, finding the speakers button to hear what his dear mother had to tell him.

“i can’t, not tomorrow.” he tried to say, as his hands found a sharp knife and started to cut up tomatoes. his mum continued their one-sided discussion, and his eyes landed on the post-it note stuck to the fridge amongst the many photos and reminders.

‘go see (y/n) sing’, and the date of tomorrow, was written  in red marker to accentuate the urgency of him remembering it. but there was no actual risk of him forgetting it, he just wanted to express the event’s importance to everyone who just happened to walk past the fridge in his and sirius’ shared flat. a part of him wondered where his flatmate had gone, but knew not to ask too much of him.

“what do you mean ‘can’t’?” his mother inquired, a nagging disbelief stenching her tone.

“i mean”, chopped vegetables flew into the pot before him, he let the satisfying sizzling of frying greens fill his ears as he reached for a myriad of spices. the oven light flickered just a little. “i mean, i’m busy.”

the phone went silent, but the line wasn’t deceased yet.

“remus”, his mother’s softest voice pleaded. “remus, i’m really sorry, but you know i wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t truly necessary...”

and remus found that he couldn’t quite refuse her. not after her softest voice and her slight begging. this was his mother, he couldn’t let her down like that.

“it’s only for one night, i promise.” she tried to reason with him again, even though his mind was already changed. “i’m searching for more staff, but i haven’t had the time to finish the notice for the papers...”

remus was too good of a man to find it in himself to say no. he could hear his mother was close to breaking, desperate for help. he dropped the final ingredients into his lunch soup, and reached for his phone again.

with a silent sigh, “all right, i’ll do it.”

his mother’s happy ‘thank you’s couldn’t quite mend the ache he felt in his chest. and the soup had the sting of too much lemon throughout its taste.

---

another post-it was now stuck over the first one on the fridge door. ‘call (y/n)’, it said, now in merely dull black. there was nothing exciting or nerve wracking about this, he didn’t want to do it. he didn’t want to tell her he couldn’t come see her sing, he couldn’t stand to hear her disappointed voice. that was, if she would even be disappointed at all. perhaps she wouldn’t, that’d certainly make the phone call ordeal a lot easier. but it would hurt his heart a little too much.

he found his hurried steps leading to the library near the campus quarters. his and (y/n)’s table, the second one in the corner of no man’s eye, was unoccupied, as always. with a heavy sigh, he flung down his notes from literature class, and opened up his macbook. his phone lay on the table, intruding on his worried mind.

call (y/n).

the screen of his laptop showed the tiny lettered text of a long novel required to read for one of his classes. the next seminar was in only a few days, and he was slacking behind in page count already. lately, he’d found his mind distracted from class notes and test stress, delightfully disturbed by long chats on the phone with (y/n), and studying with (y/n), and getting coffee and standing awfully close to one another these cold winter days. he’d been reading long novels, not for class but for himself. and perhaps for (y/n) as well. novels about lovers and winter days. and all of this caused him to neglect this awfully long text, page by page.

his mind was no different this day, and he doubted this study session would be in any way effective. he ended up staring out the small window located next to their corner table. and gazing at the birds resting in the small birch tree outside. the branches were covered with glistening snow, and the robins wore their red colours so proudly.

as he watched the tree outside, he noticed a familiar figure tramping up the paveway to the entry of the library. red knitted scarf matched the robins, smile on her lips matched his heart. soon she stood before him.

“hello.”

“hi”, (y/n) sat down in her usual seat beside him. “fancy seeing you here.”

“why, did you come looking for me?”

“i-”, she was caught off guard, but saw the smile on his lips. “shut up.”

she opened her heavy backpack and unveiled the same text on remus’ screen, but in paperback form instead. the book had been read over and over, revisited and loved, remus could tell by the many dog ears and dents of the yellowed pages.

“i can see you enjoy williams’ work more than i.”

a small dust of embarrassment - no, fondness - appeared on her face. “it’s one of my favourites.”

he could just smile. then his happiness was disturbed by a pestering thought, just tell her.

she leaned closer to him, kindness radiating as he knew her. “i’ll help you. we can read it together.” and her gentle smile, still a little shy, melted something in his frosty insides.

“yeah, i’d like that.” with lightly dusted red cheeks, he found her hand tracing awfully close to his. they each extended a smile with blushing faces, before dissolving into the text and each other’s company.

---

“this was lovely, we should do it again tomorrow.”

“yeah, and the day after that.”

she smiled back, “and the day after that.”

her red scarf glowed in the dimly lit home of books, “but i’ll see you tomorrow night, yeah?”

he failed to say something.

“or have you forgotten our date?”

‘date’. she hadn’t called it a date when she asked him to be there. she was singing at some place in town, and she’d insisted on his own presence. but it wasn’t a ‘date’. or perhaps it was now. a date.

a date he couldn’t attend.

his right hand flew to the base of his neck, in the same way it always did when he didn’t quite know what to say. “look, i’m… i’m really sorry, but-”

“you can’t come.” there was only a hint of the great disappointment harvesting in her heart expressed in her face, in the shape of a small frown.

“i- uh, yeah. no, i can’t come. i’m sorry, but there’s a thing with my mum - i have to help her out at the restaurant and i… i just couldn’t say no.”

she smiled at this, and went to brush off non-existent dust from the shoulder of his jumper. just as an excuse to touch him a little. “remus lupin”, their eyes met. they were so awfully close, so close.

“i think you’re the first guy in history who’s ever cancelled a date because he’s gonna help his mum instead.”

the look on her face was so fond when she said this, remus almost felt proud of his regretful decision. but when he looked into her eyes he could sense the sorrow which had settled there, and he had to feel a little ashamed.

“i’m… i’m really sorry.”

“don’t worry, i know you are.”

“but i’m sure you’ll be brilliant. good luck with the… with the singing thing. break a leg, or whatever you showbiz people say.” he made her laugh.

she caught him in a warm embrace. “thank you”, silent words whispered into his ear. she could’ve said anything and still left him with a colour of blush.

with a quick ‘goodbye’, she was no longer there, and remus was left to the teeth of his own mind once again.

---

a white apron was tied neatly around his waist, and a few splashes of water in his hair was to keep him tidy-looking all night. this was, of course, all due to his dear mother. to see her happy smile, her gleaming eyes, when he showed up a few hours before the restaurant’s evening opening time, suddenly it almost felt worth it.

remus glanced at the small stage in the corner of the large dining room. its lights were off, it could be likened to the dark abyss of deep space.

“hey, mum, who’s performing tonight?” he practiced gracefully carrying a tray full of plates, almost nervous for the night’s tasks. and he couldn’t help but to think of (y/n), and how he wished he could’ve been with her under the stars instead. at her side, applauding her as she finished her last tune on stage. he couldn’t even remember where her performance would be, or perhaps she hadn’t remembered to tell him the name of where.

the stage stood empty.

“i can’t keep track of ‘em all”, came an answer. “why, are you expecting someone?”

“not really”, remus had now mastered carrying one plate with careful grace. his mind once again flickered to (y/n). he almost tripped over his feet and his own thoughts, but managed to save the dishes he was carrying. this night was going to be a long one.

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his dear mother found him by the stove, an hour before opening time, cooking up his own dinner. she leaned against the nearest wall, arms folded across her chest. a grey streak of hair left the tight knot at the back of her head, she was no longer as young as she used to be.

“hey, d’you want som-”

“you could very well be a chef”, she almost whispered it. the look in her eyes said enough, whites reflected upon the shine of the counters and cabinets.

  “a professional one, not one of those who just own a bunch of fancy knives at home.” she stood beside him, starting to cut up onions herself. her wrinkled hands couldn’t help but to shake.

“here, let me…” remus gently removed his mother’s hands from the cutting, and picked up the task himself. through silence, he worked his way through multiple vegetables. with a quick movement, he tossed the cut ingredients into the large saucepan. the hot oil inside it hissed, and the sound of frying heaven filled the air.

“you’ve got it in you”, she almost added a ‘like your father’. hope lupin leaned against her son, he gently put an arm around her. together they made themselves dinner, something they hadn’t done in years.

“thank you, for coming here. seems like the only way to see you these days is to bugger you about this damn restaurant. do you really dread meeting your mother so much?” she chuckled, with a twinge of bitterness. like too much lime in a cold sauce, it pierced her tone. she patted his shoulder, still looking at him with a fond gleam. like syrup in yogurt.

“i miss you, you should know that. your old mum misses you terribly.” her sight disappeared into the distance of the empty, soon to be filled with staff, kitchen.

chatter filled the room as they ate their final meal, before heading into the battle of customers folded handkerchiefs.

“so, have you found anyone to share your wonderful food with yet?” the question, although obligatory for any parent, came out of nowhere.

remus’ mind turned darkly clouded once again. his heart stung, like the smell of too much pepper, or a meal far too spicy. “i…”, he didn’t know how to finish without revealing the truth about his evening.

“you said you were too busy to come here, what’ve you been so awfully busy with?”

question upon question.

“no, it was… it was nothing important.”

“of course it was.” his mother dropped down her cutlery, causing them to slam down on the plate. the cling echoed as she tried to unwind time and dampen the harsh tone.

“sorry, it’s just…” she refused to look her son straight in the eyes. “ever since lyall passed away… it’s been years, i know… he just left the restaurant, and i haven’t been able to-” tears choked her words, as sorrow choked her heart.

“i know, i know”, remus lupin held his mother, as he himself felt the world of hope lupin crack just a little. “i miss him too. and i’m sorry. i’m sorry.”

and the two lupins left in life knew that things wouldn’t just go back to what they were before, or what they once had been. after their tears had been spilled, small grains of salt in soup, his mother looked at him for the first time in years.

“you’re becoming more handsome each time i see you.” she nudged his chin with her aging hands, making him smile like when he was a small boy. “it’s a mystery you haven’t got a girl of your own. or perhaps you already do?”

he considered lying to his her, but quickly decided against it. “no. no, there isn’t one. but… i suppose, there could’ve been one.”

“well, there’s no use in ‘could have been’.”

a grain of pepper settled in his chest and turned his heart a little bitter, for just a moment. “yeah, i guess you’re right.”

and the pepper grain was gently grinded into powder which could have been settled in his heart for forever. could have been.

---

remus’ wrists were tired from carrying trays and plates, his mind was drained from polite smiles and small, cold talk. the white dress shirt felt uncomfortable, it clung to his thin body in ways it hadn’t done before.

the scene in the corner was no longer a dark space, but had been claimed by a variety of different artists and musicians throughout the night. the evening was drawing later than ever, soon to be morning, and the final performer was coming up.

and then there was silence.

“remus! remus, go help the girl, with the microphone, the speaker is acting up again!”

he gently dragged his hands through his hair, which even with all the water in the world would never lie down straight, and let out a silent sigh of fatigue, before placing down the pile of dirty dishes and heading the way of the stage.

“good evening, now, let’s see what the problem is here...”

“remus.”

“... it’s probably the main chord, here, let me just…”

“remus.”

“there we go, fixed it! it’s been happening all night, i swear it’s some kind of magic.” and he finally looked up, and he saw her.

(y/n).

“hello, remus.” she smiled. one of those kind smile, those peculiar ones. those he could wait day and night for.

“i... “, he lost track of his words. so he smiled instead. “hi.”

she took the mic from his hands, testing it with a few ‘test, one two three’s, before standing tall in the middle of the stage. and she started to sing. her eyes flickered just once to meet his, and her smile instantly turned brighter.

remus couldn’t help but to smile, forgetting for a little where he was. that was the type of voice she had - the kind to erase bad memories and unfortunate destinies.

“you were wonderful”, was all he could say to her afterwards. “just… wonderful.”

“don’t you have work to do?” a smile was hiding underneath her faked stern expression.

he remembered it all for a second. “i- wait a minute.”

he sped across the dining room, finding his mother by the reception counter. “mum! mum, when’s closing time?”

“i suppose, right now”, her smile was knowing as her eyes had settled on the girl who stood waiting for remus. “take the rest of the night off.”

“thank you”, he placed a quick kiss on her cheek, tore his apron off and soon stood by (y/n)’s side again. she was packing up her things, tying her winter coat around her middle to shield from the cold outside, and to keep the warmth of inside.

they stood fumbling outside the lit entry of the restaurant. remus found a type of courage he believed to have earned from his mother, and found her hand in his. “i don’t suppose…”, his cheeks turned red just thinking about it, “i don’t suppose you’d like me to walk you home?”

she squeezed his hand, and leaned so awfully close to him. her red painted lips landed to the very right of his mouth. “i’d like that very much.”

they were together under the stars, each hand in the other’s. the cold got to them a just little. chili powdered cheeks stayed warm until the morning, as the night was dusted with spice.

and ‘could have been’ was changed into something else.

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