#managed to hold my poker face avoided eye contact acted like nothing happened

[ahopefulbromantic]

Shout out to this one time I said "Our Daddy, who art in Heaven" out loud during a rosary with my mom.

[youngbloodlisk]

[vlive - kevin and jacob with gn reader + public blowjob and handjob]

really short and shitty but i needed this idea out of my brain immediately. i may make a better version sometime, but this is what i offer for now.

I enter the room to retrieve my phone, unaware that Jacob and Kevin are in the middle of a VLIVE. Luckily, the camera is facing away from the door.

The boys look up at me and I mouth "I'm sorry", but they both give me certain looks to assure me it's no big deal.

"Who came in?" Kevin reads off a comment. "A member of our staff."

Which is true, Kevin just happens to not mention that this staff member is also his s/o.

I locate my phone and open the door to leave, before I remember Kevin telling me about a wild dream he had a few nights ago.

He said that, in his dream, he was on VLIVE and I crawled under the table and started giving him a blowjob while he was live.

I laugh silently to myself, turning the handle. I'll try it with him, but when he's alone.

Unless... no... well.... Jacob and Kevin aren't exactly secretive with each other about their sex lives.

Jacob tells Kevin full detail about hook ups he has here and there, and Jacob knows more than I'm sure he ever imagined about what Kevin and I get up to.

I open the door, and close it back. The fans think I've left, but I give Kevin a smirk.

He tries to be discreet and avoids looking at me, but I can see the confusion and panic behind his eyes.

I walk to the desk and drop to my hands and knees, crawling under the table right in front of my boyfriend.

I can practically hear his heartbeat quicken as he surely knows what my plan is now. He shifts in his seat.

I can't help but smile, wasting no time, starting to palm him through his jeans.

Kevin swallows hard but tries to pretend nothing's happening, and Jacob (who has definitely worked out what's about to go down) somehow holds the best poker face I've ever seen.

Carefully, as quietly as possible, I unbutton and unzip Kevin's jeans. I take my time when pulling his boxers down, just enough to allow access to his now hardened dick, causing him further torture.

Kevin and Jacob continue talking and reading comments, acting as casual as possible, and I lick a stripe up Kevin's cock. His voice catches in his throat and he clears it before continuing what he was saying.

I take him fully into my mouth and move slowly and quietly up and down, hollowing my cheeks as well as making good use of my tongue.

Kevin bites his lip hard, playing it off as concentrating on whatever Jacob is talking about.

I notice Jacob's hands hovering over his own crotch, seeing his sweatpants grow tighter in the area as he watches me suck Kevin off out of the corner of his eye.

My hands rest on Kevin's knees for support, but I feel Jacob grab the hand nearest to him and bring it over to his pants.

I pull off of Kevin, pumping him with my other hand, so I can focus on getting Jacob's dick out. My mouth envelops Kevin again just as fast as it left and I start pumping Jacob to the same rhythm.

I'll give the boys this: they both last much longer than I thought they would.

They keep their cool for the most part, only sighing or whining a couple times. Barely enough for any fans to notice a pattern, much less figure out what's happening.

Suddenly, Jacob begins coughing as a cover and his hips buck up. White liquid spills onto my hand and his (unfortunately black) sweatpants.

I rest that hand on his knee and go as far down on Kevin as possible, causing him to start twitching in my mouth.

Kevin begins coughing just like Jacob did, and Jacob makes an offhand joke comment about Kevin "catching Jacob's cough".

Kevin shoots his cum into my mouth. He brings one of his hands down and softly strokes my hair, tugging for a moment before returning to a sweet touch.

He pretends to look down at his phone so he can watch me swallow his cum in a gulp and show him my empty mouth. He keeps his composure through it all, but he can't help but choke a bit when he watches me bring my other hand to my mouth and lick his best friend's cum off of it.

He holds eye contact with me as much as he can until my hand is cleaned.

I lick the excess cum off of Jacob's tip, which he isn't expecting, causing him to moan. That's the first time I think that some poor deobis might actually suspect something. I then help the boys by pulling both of their pants back up, zipping and buttoning Kevin's.

Kevin sees me back out from under the desk and head towards the door. He looks down at his phone, which did not actually vibrate in the slightest.

"Sorry, guys, I gotta go. Manager wants to talk to me. I'll talk to you all later, bye deobi!" He stands up and waves at the camera with his usual smile.

Jacob casually reads off a few "goodbye kevin" comments as Kevin leaves the frame and chases me out of the room with a glare that reads nothing but...

"You're gonna pay for that, sweetheart."

[atinydise]

Ateez trying to get their s/o back after leaving them for their exes

❦ Genre: Angst.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3k9.

❦ A/N: I don’t know how you managed to do that but y’all made the pole 50/50 💀so here’s the first one that I made angsty and the 2nd one should be posted soon! - Thank you for all the little messages you added to the pole! It was really nice and I appreciated this a lot! Sadly I forgot to tell you to add your @ or whatever 💀so I can come & dm you but THANK YOU SO MUCH 🤍🦋

HONGJOONG

Not even 2 weeks later, your ex-boyfriend contacted you. You picked up only because he was supposed to take back the rest of his stuff in your apartment. [“When do you want to come?”] You asked coldly. [“A-Actually…. I would like to talk with you.”] He stuttered. You sighed. It was already hard for you to engage a conversation with him, knowing that he’s taken, and he wanted to talk like nothing happened. [“About what?”] [“Let me come to your apartment. I’ll be there in 10 minutes, okay?”] [“Then hurry up, I have some plans tonight.”] It was a lie. You didn’t want him to think you stayed all the time in your living-room, crying about your chaotic life. [“Sure. See you in 10 minutes then.”] You hung up right away, but it seemed important. Maybe he wanted to…? You shook your head to avoid these false hopes and went straight to your bedroom. The last days, you packed all of his stuff. Unconsciously, you started to remember all the memories you had with each item. Everything shirts, every CDs even his toothbrush.

You probably were too deep in your thoughts because the ring bell made your heart miss a beat. Picking up the box before leaving the room, you rushed to the hallway and opened the door. You prepared yourself during the 2 last weeks for your first conversation with Hongjoong, as your ex-boyfriend. But nothing prepared you to see him looking so happy with a dozen of roses in his hands. “What is that?” You immediately asked. “These are for you.” He handed the flowers to you. “I would like to apologize for thinking that I would be happier without you.” He added, ashamed. “I want you in my life Y/N.” One part of you were not surprised at all. You knew the day he had broken up with you that this decision was taken too fast. Looking once again at the red flowers, you rolled your eyes and grabbed them. Hongjoong started to smile more widely until you threw it harshly on the floor. “Do you think that I will jump back in your arms as nothing happened?” Your lips started to shake a bit; the emotion was surrounding you. “You threw me away as an old sock and ran to her. You ignored me for 2 weeks and came back just by telling me to let you go and to be more considering!” Your face was filled with anger and confusion. It was the first time Hongjoong saw this expression. He hated it. “Y/N…” “I don’t care if I’m still in love with you. I don’t care if I’m dying without you. Because anyway, I can’t see you the same way…” You sobbed. “You broke me in a million of pieces and came back today, trying to fix the mess that I am. And BECAUSE of you!” “Y/N please-” He tried to step inside. “Take your stuff and go away.” You grabbed the box and threw it on his arms. “Y/N-” “I said GO AWAY!” You yelled. He made you reach your limit. You yelled at him crazily, you were crying hot tears uncontrollably and pushing him away from your life. Not wanting to make you madder. He nodded and turned around. Right away, you shut your door. You were completely destroyed. He made you feel so bad that you hated yourself for still loving him.

SEONGHWA

The next months, Seonghwa was tormented. His ex asked him a second chance and he accepted. The media were sharing all the new couple informations. All his fans, his members and the staff were happy for him, but he wasn’t. Something didn’t feel right, and he knows exactly what. You. Even though these days with his ex-girlfriend were cool. It wasn’t you. Seonghwa wasn’t having fun like he does usually. When the regret started eating him inside, he decided to call you. Of course, you never picked up. And he couldn’t blame you for that. “Why you just don’t go to her house? You know she will be there.” Sighed Yeosang. “I don’t know…” he replied. “I think I’m scared.” “Just go. You might lose her for good, if you don’t do anything.” Seonghwa hesitated few seconds and finally left the dorm. He ran to your apartment. At each step, the frustration was worse. When he saw you far away the shape of your building. He almost ran back to the dorm. But the little Yeosang’s voice was stuck in his head. Seonghwa continued his way to your apartment. Right before climbing the entrance stairs, you came out, visibly in rush. Because of the expression on your face, you were surprised to see him here. “Y/N.” He smiled at you. “Seonghwa.” You replied instinctively. “I’m so glad you there I was looking for you.” “What do you want? You should be with-” “With you. You are the only one I should be with.” You scoffed, not believing a word he said. “How can you come here after all this time?” You asked, arms crossed our chest. “Are you already bored of her?” “Not at all. It was always you; I was just too dumb to notice.” “I’m not a toy that you can throw when you are bored.” “You are absolutely not a toy. Or a test or a break, whatever you say. This is my fault. I made a big mistake.” He explained, holding your hand. “Your mistake caused me to stay at home for weeks. To lost some of my friends, my self-confidence and esteem.” You removed his hand of yours. “While you were acting lovely dovely with her on every social media, I was all alone.” “Y/N, I will fix-” “Y/N?” You both looked at the person coming at your right. “Ah you there.” You smiled widely. “I can’t make you wait.” He winked. Seonghwa and apparently your new man looked at each other few seconds. “Is everything okay? Do you know him?” You stared at Seonghwa, “I’m okay… And it’s nobody.” You claimed. “Y/N.” He tried to stop you, but you carefully avoided his grip. You walked past to him and joined your “friend”. “Let’s go.” He opened the car door for you. Powerless, Seonghwa looked you leaving with someone else. That’s exactly, what he was scared to see. You with someone else who knows your real value.

YUNHO

“Yunho can you focus please. It’s the last shot and you keep making the same mistake.” Sighed the music video director. The tall boy apologized again and tried to focus back. Hongjoong grabbed his wrist. “It can’t continue this way. You need to look for Y/N after our schedule today. She’s clearly stuck in your mind all the time.” “But how?” “Just go.” He replied before positioning back. This is why Yunho was in front of your gate the same night. After your argument at the supermarket, you both decided to break up. Even if he thought that confessing to his ex would lift the weight on his shoulders, it stayed the same. He hated himself for that. When he was with you, he was non-stop mentioning Hyena. Now, it was the opposite. But even if his mind was completely fuzzy, his heart belongs to you and nobody else.

Knock knock.

“Coming!” The sound of your voice made his heart melt even more. “He-” He bowed politely to you. “Hello Y/N. It’s been a long time.” You stayed completely quiet. “I know you weren’t expecting to see me here, but can we talk a bit?” You bit your tongue interiorly, struggling to know if it was good idea or not. “It won’t be long. Promise.” You took a deep breath and finally stepped on the side to let him enter. “Thank you.” In a matter of time, you were both sitting on your couch. And it was totally awkward. “I know I acted like a complete jerk with you and I’m sorry for that. I thought that my feelings for Hyena were stronger, but it wasn’t.” He glanced at you, trying to see any reactions but you kept arbored this poker face. “I want you. I need you. I miss you. I love you. Not Hyena.” He confessed. “Please give me another c-” “I do want you.” You cut him. “I do need and miss you.” You added. Yunho was smiling widely at you, relieved that you forgave his silliness. “But I can’t love you anymore.” Immediately his face saddened. “Why? I’m sure I can make it work.” “Every time you pronounce her name, my love for you is fading away. Little by little.” You explained, moving your knees against your chest. “You pronounced it 2 times already, since you entered. Just with a name I feel awful.” You looked right at his eyes. “I don’t want to feel this mix of jealousy and pain anymore Yunho.” “Y/N.” “If this is all you wanted to say then you should leave.” Yunho didn’t want to make any scene, so he just nodded and accepted his fate. He put back his jean jacket and stood up. Before walking away, he looked at you. Without asking your permission, he kissed your forehead softly for few longs’ seconds. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. You bit your lip the whole time he left. When you heard the lock, you busted in tears on your couch. Why everything was so complicated?

YEOSANG

The way you left the backstage room the other day was haunting Yeosang. Going back to Kira was really a good choice? If yes, why does his heart hurts so bad? Before going to sleep he had few flashbacks of you. It was stuck in his mind for the rest of the night. It happened 2 times in a week and even more the following days. These insomnias caused him to be exhausted. The ethic schedule, his feelings and these sleepless nights caused Yeosang to drink more than usual. Tonight, he was the only client left at the restaurant. His table was filled with a bunch of Soju’s bottles. All empty. “Sir.” Called the waitress. “We took your phone to call someone who can get you back home.” “Nobody is going to pick me!” He yelled completely drunk. “The only one who did is gone! Like POOF!” He claimed. “She disappeared of my life.” “Don’t bother this poor girl with your dumbness.” You sat in front of him, visibly annoyed. “Y/N?” He smiled widely, his eyes completely teary. “You came back to me?” You glanced at the waitress and asked her 5 more minutes. To talk with him in private. Nicely even though you saw that she just wanted to go back home, she accepted. “You shouldn’t drink this much. You can’t hold alcohol well.” “This is the only thing that helps me to sleep and forget.” He tugged. “Forget what?” “Forget that I ruined the amazing relationship we had.” He sighed, looking for a bottle. You stopped him before he could drink again. “You shouldn’t talk this way to me when you are with someone else.” “I don’t care because she’s not you.” He replied, growling. You stared at him; he was feeling really bad about this situation. You were about to reassure him, saying that everything would be okay, when his phone lightened up and his wallpaper appeared. The pain was back once again. You remember why everything stopped. Because of her. Kira. "You shouldn’t keep my phone number as your main contact anyway." “But I want to! Just let me love you!” He shouted, pushing the table a bit. “But I don’t want you to call me!” You raised your voice as well. Even if he was completely drunk, he understood that you were rejecting him. “I called San and Mingi. They should be there in few minutes. Please stay here till they arrive.” You ordered, standing up. “Wait.” He almost fell in front of you. You raised a brow at him. “So, it’s over? For real?” Because I made a mistake?” Yeosang gulped, anticipating your reply. You wanted to tell him that he would possibly get another chance, but a notification lightened his phone again. Kira’s smile was the first thing you saw. You nodded and pinched your lips together. “Yes. It’s over.” Yeosang clenched his fist and stared at the ceiling pissed. “Delete my phone number please.” You asked one more time before turning around and leaving the restaurant. On the way back to your home, you walked past to San and Mingi. “Oh, it’s Y/N? No?” Asked San. “Was she crying?” Added Mingi. Yes, you were. How could you not cry when you felt like your life was falling apart?

SAN

You opened your letterbox. As the previous days, a rose was on top of your bills and other prospects. You knew that San was the one leaving a flower daily. You ignored what he was trying to do. He was supposed to live the “perfect love story” with his “new ex girl”. You weren’t supposed to be a part of this relationship. So as always, you threw it on the trash can next to the door. No way, you would accept it.

This little game lasted 3 weeks. He even added more roses for your birthday. San was making your confused. Your heart was torn between the pain and the incomprehension. One day, you finally decided to trap him.

You never saw him, but you knew he was probably waiting for you to leave and put the flower on your letterbox. So, you faked to leave the building as always and hid between the gate and a bush. As expected, you spotted San rushing to the hall. He entered the door code. Just before the door could close, you got out of your hiding place and followed him “Choi San!” He almost slipped when he heard your voice. He wasn’t expecting you to be there. “You scared me! I almost had a-” “What are you doing?” You cut him, walking straight in front of him. “J-just putting the rose as... always?” He scratched his head shyly. “Stop doing this. We are not together anymore, right?” “I regret it okay? Leaving you was the biggest mistake I ever made.” “I don’t care.” You replied. “You should have thought about it earlier.” “Don’t be so mean... I know what I did was wrong, but I can’t-” “Which part you don’t understand in ‘I don’t care’?” You almost yelled, snatching the rose off his hand. “Y/N, calm down.” He tried to make you lower your voice. “Don’t come and put these flowers here anymore!” You threw it back on him. “Y/N...” “Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Don’t talk to me! Do exactly as you did these last weeks! Forget me.” You ordered angrily. “I can’t do like you never existed.” He raised his voice. “You’ve done it extremely well.” Your voice cracked. “You completely erased me of your life. You made as I never existed, so continue! It helped me to stop loving you!” You shouted before leaving your building for good this time. San wanted to convince you that you were the one and only, but it was clearly too late.

MINGI

[“Hello Y/N.”] Once again Mingi was using Yunho’s phone to text you. He started to do that when he understood that you blocked his phone number. [“Mingi... I know that’s you.”] [“So… can you accept a call?”] [“I have nothing to say to you. Please stop texting me or using Yunho’s phone.”] [“Y/N just one call. That’s all I ask. Only one. Maximum 10 minutes.”] You hesitated. You weren’t forgiving him for sure, but you knew exactly the effect his voice has on you. [“6 minutes.”] You replied. In maximum 10 seconds, your phone buzzed in your hand. You took a deep breathe before picking up. [“So? What do you want?”] [“You.”] A big silence settled between both of you. [“I won’t come back.”] [“Think about how happy we were, together.”] [“Ah yeah, when you say ‘before’, you mean before you tried to dump or even to cheat on me with your ex-girlfriend? Who also, cheated on you?”] [“Yeah... I guess. But I never cheated on you!”] He was visibly ashamed, but also totally deserved this cold treatment. [“Any way, if you think I’m ready to forgive you... you are totally wrong.”] [“Y/N. I fucked up I know that... but please try to understand me.”] [“In no existing universe I will understand you Song Mingi. You know what?”] You paused, trying to let the anger down before you say something you would regret. [“Tell me. I need to know how you feel to apologize correctly.”] He replied, understanding that you were looking for the right words. [“How I feel? Well, I feel terrible because of you. I have never felt this way in my entire life. Why? Because you...] your voice cracked. You immediately wiped your eyes before a tear could escape. [“Because you ruined every pieces and aspects of me. I can’t look at myself in a mirror without feeling disgusted.”] Your lips were shaking uncontrollably, the words were stuck in your throat. Mingi was aware for sure that you would cry. [“I HATE loving you after all the pain I need to endure right now. I can’t even stop loving you. How weak I am for falling for your voice again? This is disgusting. This is sickening.”] [“I-”] [“I tried everything. I even imagined you cuddling her like you did with me. Just to hate you and maybe forget your existence but this is just...”] You paused once again, but to take back your breath and hold your phone correctly because of your shaky hands. [“This is just killing me inside.”] You clenched at your shirt. [“I d- I don’t know what to say. What I can do to apologize?”] He sadly asked. [“The 6 minutes are over.”] You claimed before hanging up.

WOOYOUNG

It’s been exactly 2 months after your discussion on the balcony. This was the last time, Wooyoung saw you. After few days, he finally asked his ex-girlfriend to date him again, but nothing. Not the sparkles he thought he would feel and not even the happiness. Nothing. He felt like an empty shell. His new girlfriend was nice and funny, but everything seemed so fake. Even on her side, she could feel that Wooyoung’s heart was somewhere else. One day, she confronted him. At the end of the conversation, they both decided that the best for them was to break up. He realized that the “feelings” for her, that he detailed to you the last time, were completely wrong. “You should go back to her. I’m sure she’s waiting for you.” She cheered him. Without thinking twice, he left her dorm right away and jumped in the first taxi. On the way to your house, he tried to call you but seems like your phone was completely off. He ignored how he would explain this situation to you. You were probably upset and mad at him. The thought of you hating him went straight to his mind. But the taxi stopped right in front of your flat. After the payment, Wooyoung opened the little gate of your garden. The apartment seemed unbelievably quiet; the lights were on but no sounds. He knocked once, repeating the same apology to practice. “Oh Wooyoung?” Claimed your roommate, surprised to see him here. “Hi. Can I talk to Y/N? Quickly? I know it’s late, but I’ll make it short.” “I would love to let you talk to her, but she left 2 weeks ago.” She said, biting his lip of nervously. “Left? Where?” He asked, not believing you could do something like this. “She went to Berlin.” “Berlin? But why Berlin?” “She had a job opportunity there... and because you broke up, nothing was holding her here anymore.” Wooyoung tugged in the side, completely lost. “I can’t believe it. How could she leave this way...?” “I’m sorry Wooyoung.” She patted his back, trying to comfort him a bit. “I miss her too.” The boy sat against the wall. He couldn’t stand up anymore. The thought of you being so far away, made him dizzy. “It was supposed to be a happy ending.” He bit his lip, trying to suppress the tears in his eyes. Your ex-roommate stayed quiet next to him. Not exactly knowing how to help him. “I really messed up everything.” He buried his face in his arms, not knowing what to do now. He lost you for food this time. He wouldn’t forgive himself for that.

JONGHO

The maknae ignored if waiting for you at the same place you spotted him and Sienna. was a good idea, but it was the only option he found. You brought all of his personal stuff to the dorm, you blocked his phone number and his social media account. Even when he was using his teammates’ number, you managed to reject him. How he could contact you? So, he came every day after his schedule and hoped to see you there. The first week, no sign of you, only the usual crowd. But just when he was starting to doubt about his strategy, you appeared. Just by seeing your face, his heart melted away. “Y/N!” He stood up off his chair and waved to you. He saw the expression on your face, it went to surprise to disgust in 2 seconds. You walked up to his direction even if your mind told you to stay away. “Jongho.” “Finally, you are here.” He smiled. “I came every day to have a chance to look for you.” “This is not the dedication you should have for you ex-girlfriend.” You stated annoyed. “Sienna and I broke up.” He said, thinking that you would be happy about that. Instead, you raised a brow. The look you gave him once again wasn’t the one he expected. “So… because you broke up, you think you can go back to me as nothing happened?” “I-I thought yes. But seems like it was a bad idea.” “Yes, it is. How can you think I would say ‘Oh yes let’s go back together and act like the perfect little couple again?” “I wanted to prove you that I made a mistake. And so that I want to fix it.” You started to laugh loudly, gripping your belly to reduce the abdominal cramps. All the people around, started to look at you weirdly. Exactly like the last time. “This is not happening Jongho.” Wiping your eyes. You replied coldly. “On no other earths, no other planet or not even the entire space, I would accept to date you again.” “I completely regret it Y/N.” He almost begged you. “Yes, and you should.” You stood up. “This is not because Sienna “the perfect girl”, broke up with you that you should run to me.” “Listen.” “No. You listen to me. I’m not a toy. I’m a human with feelings and so on.” You pointed at your chest. “You hurt me so much that I managed to erase you of my life. “You don’t need to do it because I will fix it. I promise.” “Don’t come to look for me anymore.” You grabbed your bag, leaving before he could add something. Even though you said that you erased him of your life, you didn’t and honestly, you don’t think you would someday. You will just need to live with the pain.

[hatescout]

Anonymous said: “memory”

Drabble under the cut. Content warning for bullying and injury mention.

The poster cat’s wide eyes were haunting him. Baleful && staring upside down from behind the counselor’s desk. Even the clock had stopped ticking. Which left Edward staring at Mrs Vannigan’s folded hands over some paperwork. 

❝ You know why you’re here, correct? ❞ Her formality was undercut by the thickest Dixie accent he’s ever heard. How could anyone take her voice seriously when it sounds right out of a civil war period drama. As he sits up, he remembers his straight posture, && his hands at his sides. Fidgeting isn’t proper && gives away a liar. 

❝ I really do not, ma’am. I don’t understand why I’m the one here when I didn’t do anything. ❞ Never laid a finger on anyone. How was he supposed to know that “indirectly” counted just as severely? 

The counselor picked up one of her brightly colored pencils, rearranging them by the order of the color wheel. Her demeanor remained calm, even in the midst of dealing with this lying snotbag. ❝You’re here because you started those fights, young man.❞ She states as casually as one would state the weather. They both knew it was true, Edward’s just surprised she managed to find out the real version. 

❝ Despite what you may or may not believe, adults are not stupid. The teachers caught what you did. ❞

As much as he would love to ask “which one?” It would definitely NOT help his case here. The longer he can keep her ranting && avoiding the topic of his actual punishment, he’s golden. It wouldn’t stop him from taking rapidfire glances at the clock. They were going to run out of time for the session sooner or later. 

❝ If you’re the one solely responsible for the fight that happened last Monday afternoon, then you should be prepared for the consequences of your actions. All of them. ❞

Consequences. A word all the authorities love to throw around. He doubts they even knew how to spell it. So he forgot to keep a poker face, && rolled his eyes instead. ❝ What do you want me to face? I’m getting a slap on the wrist && sent my way. We both know this, Mrs Vannigan. So stop being so vindictive. ❞

Bold words for the one in the hot seat. What, like talking back to the one supposed to be helping him would do him any good? It wouldn’t. But it made him feel better. So his smile only grew when the final lilac pencil snapped between her fingers. Then gingerly put down to the desk. 

❝ My son is in the emergency room because of you. ❞ It seems the room itself has gotten significantly colder. He refused to shiver. Showing weakness is a punishment of itself, one he would not dignify himself to do in front of others. 

❝ Two teeth inbedded in his skull.❞ Something in her voice broke then. She puts her head in her hands. He wouldn’t be surprised if she were hiding her tears. How pathetic. Isn’t Mrs Vannigan supposed to be a professional? His nose twitched, && Edward looks right up at the ceiling. The speckled plaster tile making an erratic pattern above. 

❝ Why don’t you yell at the kid who bit him, && not me? ❞ He’s almost monotone. He clears his throat; better fix that. Even if he doubts any amount of charm would placate the counselor in this situation. ❝ The kid could have chosen not to bite, and your son could have chosen to dodge. None of this is my fault && to hold me responsible for something I never did is a nonstarter. ❞

❝ But you ARE responsible. You know why? Because you’re a bully Edward. ❞ Oh here we go. He could feel a gigantic rant boiling up. A smug grin to take it’s place on his features. No amount of unreadable expressions would help here. There was nothing about this situation to smile about, yet he kept his in place. Even holding eye contact with Ms Vannigan. Whenever she got mad, a vein in her forehead seemed to bulge. - stay focused. 

❝ A bully doesn’t have to get physical to hurt others. You KNEW what you were doing was wrong && did it anyway. You turned those boys against each other. You Convinced them they needed to fight it out. Why? What in the world could you get out of something like that? ❞

So high && mighty for a mere counseling session. It made him feel sick. ❝ You watch too many cop shows.❞ He huffs under his breath. It felt like a laugh. Wouldn’t that be grand? Laughing right in her dumb ugly face. ❝ I didn’t think they would hurt each other that badly. I believe settling their disagreements like men was the only way to make them stop.❞

It’s not a worthy explanation in the slightest; it was a bold faced lie. His stare softens as he watched her parse through his response. She went as far as to sit back in her desk chair. It creaked && groaned under her weight. ❝ Edward...❞ was she going to shout at him again? ❝ I’m sorry. I- I got so caught up in what happened to my son, I took it out on you. I was called in to help you, && to do such a thing? It’s- not forgivable in the slightest. ❞  

What? Apologizing? This was not the curveball he was expecting. So much so the smug look snapped right off his face. He opens his mouth to say something but the counselor raised her hand. ❝ You’re not above consequences however. Don’t think you’re getting out of this easily. ❞ She sighs, moving around the papers on her desk to stack them in an orderly fashion. Now he really didn’t know what to do. He had visioned every possible outcome of this situation but now? He’s flying blind. And he’s squirming in his seat too. Like a child. 

❝ I called your father before I invited you in here. I told him exactly what happened && how you were involved. ❞ The shoe finally dropped. The reveal nor the truth helped him relax at all. His whole body went rigid. No no no no- 

❝ Are you okay? ❞

He remembers to slack his shoulders. As he pulled himself together, it seems he’s breathing rather fast. Bordering on hyperventilating. Edward has no reason to act in such a manner. It’s off color, even by his standards. His father finding out about this, it‘s NOT a punishment. Is it? Is it? 

Though, even thinking about going home made him want to sink down in the floor && stay there for eternity. ❝ Yes.❞ Keep the charm, keep smiling, for the love of god he would not let the mask slip when he’s almost out of the woods. ❝Thank you for letting me know. ❞ Formality for formality’s sake. Formally familiar right to the finish line. Ms vannigan’s phone began to ring. An alarm for the turning of the hour. 

❝ It seems our session is up, young man. ❞ Before she could finish her thought, Edward’s already standing up. He didn’t need to be told twice to leave. ❝Wait- one more thing.❞ At this, he stops in the door frame. Glancing at the figure in the corner of his eye. ❝ I want you to think about the kind of person you want to be, Edward. Because as much as I’m here to help you, the only who can change you, is you.❞

Damn, he almost managed to get out of here without some philosophical lecture. ❝ Just think about it, okay? ❞ Edward holds back a sigh. ❝ Yes ma’am.❞ && with that, he’s out the door, out of the school, && out of that stuffy office. As soon as he’s at the bus ramp, his walk of winner’s swagger broke into a run. If he’s fast enough, he can get back to the trailer before his father gets home, Because there’s always a race against time. 

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The Joker x Reader - “The Work Wife” Part 4

You’ve been working for The Joker for the past 10 years: you speak and act for him and no matter the circumstances, Y/N is always there to take care of everything he needs.  The King of Gotham might not be married, yet he has a perfect partner: his work wife.

Part 1          Part 2       Part 3    Part 5

The Presidential suite at Marion Hotel Casino, Las Vegas

6 days into your honeymoon

“This never happened to me before,” The Joker frowns while you lift your shoulders up, trying to be sympathetic:

“It’s ok, it happens to everybody at one point.”

“But I’m The Joker!” he reminds a relaxed Y/N that doesn’t seem to understand the severity of what just happened.

You squeeze the small, decorative pillow to your chest and lean over to kiss him:

“It has nothing to do with that; I’m telling you, it’s not that uncommon. Totally fine, don’t be embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed?!” J sarcastically grins. “I’m completely naked! Why do you have to rub it in my face?!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell anybody,” you fiddle with your ponytail for a few moments before reassuring: “Your reputation is safe with me.”

The Joker scratches his chin, straining to find a solution yet there’s none. His wife takes a deep breath and utters the words she’s been dying to say for the past 30 seconds:

“Checkmate!!”

“Ugh!” he kicks the chess board with his foot and the pieces fly all over the bed.

“You’re such a sore loser,” you laugh and start cleaning the mess he just made.

After rejecting the idea of playing strip poker because you knew J would cheat, you decided to go with chess since it will make the games entirely fair. In the last two hours he lost his sweatpants, t-shirt, socks, 3 gold chains, 5 rings and his Rolex and least but not last, his boxers.

“I still need payment though,” you carefully look around to make sure you’re gathering everything.

The Joker gestures towards the pile on your left containing his clothes and accessories, enunciating the obvious.

“I have nothing more to give, Y/N!”

“I’ll take one of your earrings,” you extend the palm of your hand and wait. He growls and detaches the diamond from his right ear, bitterly handing over the requested item.

“Thaaaank you,” you add the shiny stone to the rest of the stuff taken from the moody husband. “Let’s play some more,” you propose and he gets out of bed, done with the temporary entertainment that didn’t go his way.

“I think I’ll walk away while I still have an earring and a shred of dignity left.”

“Here’s your wedding ring back,” you offer the only thing you’re able to part with from the stack containing your winnings. He gives you his hand and you slide the band on his finger, closing one eye due to the discomfort in your jaw.

“Still bothers you?” J caresses the deep scar on your cheek and you peck his wrist.

“Yes, on and off; I’ll check once we’re back to Gotham,” you let yourself fall on the cushions and stretch.

“Wanna go gambling?” he crawls on top of you and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Not tonight; I will take a pain killer and mop around here until you return.”

“Are you sure?” The Joker grumbles, nuzzling to your neck.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you get ticklish when his hands pull down on your bikini, making it obvious he doesn’t want to leave right away.

“I want my special treatment,” and you attempt to explain why he’s not going to receive the grand price of the night:

“You lost.”

“I’m already naked so I want my special treatment!”

“But you lost,” you wiggle to escape while he keeps you trapped under him.

“Don’t nag me!” J impatiently rips the strap of your lacy bra, kind of annoyed he has to put in extra effort anytime he wants to have sex;  what The King of Gotham usually got with no effort from his previous women came back to haunt him: karma is a bitch.

************* Shortly after The Joker went to the gambling VIP section downstairs, you decided to surprise him and join the fun. The pain medication worked and you feel reinvigorated: Y/N dolls up, dresses up with her favorite little black dress and high heels, ready to spend a few hours at the casino:

The Angelli brothers own the premises, their less than ordinary business partners having to use only special sections of the humongous building in order to avoid the public eye. The personnel working these areas are trained to handle the unusual guests, trusty employees that will not betray and disclose what is going on behind the closed doors.

You get out of the elevator and walk towards the VIP section, smacking your lips a few times in order to make sure the shiny lip-gloss is equality distributed. The “VIP Gold Members” neon sign hanging on the wall at the end hallway is a sign you’re close to the well-known destination.

You are about to enter the private sector when the sight of The Joker seating at one of the Poker tables with a girl in his lap abruptly halts your enthusiasm. One of the waiters carrying a tray with numerous cocktails almost bumps into you, promptly apologizing for a mistake it’s not his:

“I’m so sorry. Would you like a drink?” he offers a glass to an absent minded Y/N that couldn’t care less her dress nearly got ruined.

“No, I’m fine…” you stay behind the shiny curtains, spying on J.

5 minutes pass, 10 more, another 25.

She’s still on his knees, giggling and whispering things that make him smirk. You don’t have to be an expert in order to see what’s going on, especially since you’re a pro in reading his body language: after 11 years of being around him, you bet you can tell The Joker wants her.

Still...  Why isn’t he telling the woman to get lost? He’s here with you.

You take a deep breath and prepare for a very unpleasant confrontation when the decision is unexpectedly put on hold: the girl hops from J’s lap, eagerly grabbing his arm after he stands up from the Poker table. You quickly hide behind some decorative trees and watch them pass by, already startled by his behavior.

Once they get in the elevator you emerge from your spot and follow, waiting to see which floor J will take her to. The light indicating the 35th level stops after a few seconds and your heart stops with it: when The Joker visits The Marion Hotel, he likes to use suite number 360B for his one night stands.

How familiar you are with that room since you had to wait in front of it in the past, that way you could escort him back to his own quarters after he was done with his flings.

You are so tense on your way up to the 35th floor you unconsciously bite on the scarred cheek over and over again, ignoring the tender skin that’s hurting again. The bell ding gets you out of daze and you rush towards the end of the long corridor, dreading the imminent evidence of betrayal.

A few more steps and here you are, ready to enter the password on the electronic key pad that will reveal the truth about a marriage you thought might just work…until now. He didn’t change the code: “Batsy Is A Jerk” grants you access to the suite. You tiptoe on the hallway, careful not to make a sound. The darkness conceals your presence and the third bedroom facing the center of Las Vegas reveals what a stunned Y/N was hoping to never see: proof that she should have never altered the status of her relationship with The Joker.

He’s by the large windows looking outside, the busy night life offering a show J got absorbed into while the girl he brought with him is undressing in a hurry.

“Do you want to use the bed?” she stomps the clothes scattered on the floor, planning to help him get rid of his.

“U-hum,” he keeps on glaring at the bright lights while the woman takes off his jacket, unaware they have company.  She starts unbuttoning his shirt too when the voice coming from behind them makes her jump.

“Did you accidentally wander off in the wrong room on the way back to ours?”

You emerge from the shadows and The Joker’s eyes get big, completely surprised his wife caught him in such a compromising situation.

“Am I supposed to be on active duty on my own honeymoon and get rid of the trash afterwards?”

He’s not answering and you repeat the question: “Am I?...”

He watches you backing out until you disappear from his visual field, the slammed door a clear statement of the humiliating experience you’ve been subjected to. The girl doesn’t know how to react; J is not even listening to the words that are coming out of her mouth, numb from realizing he messed up with his carelessness.

Maybe he should have paid more attention and not bring the woman here? Take her somewhere else? Or maybe he shouldn’t have taken you for an idiot in the first place?

It just sort of happened; The Joker is so used with this life style he didn’t think twice about the fact that he’s not single anymore, actually quite unavailable due to the wedding band on his finger.

“Mister Joker,” she cups his face since he’s not blinking, “are you OK?”  

He keeps on staring at the blackness you vanished into, conflicted by the thoughts running through his head.

“Mister Joker,” the girl insists, “what’s wrong?”

His attention switches towards the person he brought there for some cheap fun: young and beautiful, the type he always goes for. No scars on her cheek, no sassy attitude to irritate him, no feistiness, no witty remarks. Just a doll in a perfect box, trained to please and satisfy her clients’ wildest desires.

But The Joker does like scars, ballsy attitude that annoys him, feistiness and clever comments: they’re all embodied in the only woman that managed to take care of everything he needed for countless years without ending up in a grave despite the dangers of such a risky job.

“Nothing is wrong,” he grumbles and abandons the girl where she stands, sprinting outside the room to try and catch up with you.

There’s no trace of Y/N on the corridor and J elects to return to the Presidential Suite because he’s certain you went back.  

He was mistaken: the place is empty.

“Call wife,” he uses voice command and Bigsby obeys without further issues since you changed the setting to his “Contacts” a few days ago when you got married from “work wife” to “wife”.

“Calling wife,” the electronic device dials your number.

You don’t pick up and he tries again, this time successfully getting a hold of Y/N.

“Where are you?” he groans, pacing around the bedroom; you are actually at the underground parking lot, getting ready to enter the car.

“Going away,” the news displeases J as much as his conduct displeased you.

“I’m waiting upstairs; I want to talk to you!” The Joker barks.

“I’m going home,” you stab the lock with the key, wanting to be as far as possible from the casino in the next 5 minutes.

“Get back here!!!” he has the nerve to act all pissed off as if you’re the one that did something bad.

The crackling sound at the other end of the line halts the conversation; you simply dropped your cell in the sewer under your SUV, leaving J hang in doubt until he comprehends the basic notion: the honeymoon is over.

*************

For 3 days he debated on his options: The Joker didn’t follow you to Gotham right away, swearing to himself he will party without his estranged wife for the rest of the planned vacation.

And he certainly did: J couldn’t sleep; Y/N wasn’t there to make his chamomile tea or keep him company until he would nap. Nobody to play strip chess with, nobody to nag him, nobody to fight with, nobody to guess what he wanted before he knew it himself, nobody to give him the special treatment he was secretly addicted to.

No work wife to tend to his whims and no wife to shower him with her affection that maybe was there for 11 years before they ended up together.

The Joker was such a party animal he went to a strip club located on the west side of the Casino and snoozed 15 minutes later after not sleeping for 24 hours straight. They didn’t dare wake him up and The King of Gotham found himself buried under bras and panties next morning, not remembering being more exhausted in his life.

He barely made it back to his quarters, burned out after the intense Vegas spree; somehow the City of Lights didn’t make him cope with your absence. That’s when J decided to ask The Angelli brothers for one of their men to drive him back home.

It was a full day trip back to Gotham and he arrived at the Penthouse around 9:32pm. He stayed there briefly, then went downstairs to your apartment ready to address the burning issue with Y/N; The Joker was sure it won’t be pretty since you weren’t one of his toys to bend and twist as he pleased.

Oddly enough, the entrance to the condo was cracked opened and he made his way in, suspecting the reason why: the place was empty. Completely empty. He stood in the doorway with his mouth opened, not believing you really left. J finally started roaming around the rooms, puckering his lips since there was no evidence of you ever being there for all those years: the apartment was spotless and you didn’t leave anything behind.

Except two items he found on your bedroom’s floor: your wedding ring placed on top of a picture depicting an image of the only tattoo on your body. The Joker gazed at the hand written note on the back of it and read the lines five times before stashing your message in his jacket:

“There’s nothing worse than doom coming from the self-fulfilling prophecy tattooed on your skin as a joke.”

The Clown prince of Crime knew it won’t be easy to find you, but he had to search for his missing bride anyway.

What is the point of having an empire if the woman that helped you build it is not there?

*************

After 2 months, Tuesday--11:12pm

“Where’s Y/N?” Jonathan Crane takes another drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke high up in the air.

He came to the Penthouse for a business meeting with J and delivered the suitcase with valuable Liquid Dream vials himself.

“Away,” the elusive reply makes Scarecrow chuckle.

“Is she sick?” he continues the interrogation, pushing The Joker’s buttons on purpose and doesn’t hide it. “Nobody has seen her for a while.”

“No, she’s not sick,” J admits and crosses his legs on the couch he’s sitting across from Jonathan’s.

“Strange she’s not present since she never leaves your side,” Scarecrow taps the ashes from his cigarette against the ashtray on the coffee table next to him.

“Don’t try your psychology crap on me, Crane!” The Joker gets aggravated at Jonathan’s persistence.

“I have five master degrees in psychology and I like to use them on daily basis due to habit. People do a lot of things out of habit,” he nonchalantly concludes and The King of Gotham sneers:

“Cut your crap! If you have something to say, say it!!”

“I know where Y/N is,” the prompt answer makes the green haired man narrow his eyes; he didn’t expect this reply.

“Are you playing games Crane?” J’s lack of patience immediately emerges.

“No,” Scarecrow starts smoking again and warns because he noticed the insane look in The Joker’s eyes. “If you kill me, you won’t have access to any of my merchandise; I’m the only one that knows the formulas. Plus I’m the only one that knows where she’s hiding.”

“How so?” J mutters through his clenched teeth.

“Y/N came to see me about 5 weeks ago: the pain in her jaw was becoming unbearable and it turned out the metal bolts in her gums were starting to shift the bones. I performed a surgery and took out two of them in order to alleviate the pressure. I told her the scar on her cheek will be even more pronounced after it heals, but I do have a serum she could use that would make better. You know what she said?”

The Joker is contemplating murder while Scarecrow goes on:

“That she likes that scar because it reminds her of the only man that loved her. You don’t have to be a genius to know she’s referring to Kai. Believe me, it’s upsetting I didn’t make the list either; I’m sure you remember we dated for 3 years after she started working for you.”

“So what’s your point?” J’s crabbiness reaches new levels due to the unexpected memento.

“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you it’s not her style to jump from man to man and she is very careful in choosing her partners. I don’t presume to know Y/N’s heart, but if she had feelings for her boss for a long time she decided not to act on them,” Jonathan hints at the problem without sugar coating his insinuations. “And then something happened that triggered a change, despite the better judgment of staying away. Maybe when you got shot last year?... Perhaps she got scared you almost died and just went with it?”

“Are you lecturing me Crane??!!” The Joker raises his voice and Jonathan takes it down a notch.

“I wouldn’t dare,” Scarecrow carefully stirs the dialogue since he’s walking on egg shells now.

“WHERE. IS. MY. WIFE ?” J pauses after each word, fed up with the speech.

“I’m betraying her trust by telling you, but I’m doing it out of concern for Y/N; she is not very well after the miscarriage. I mean, physically she’s fine; mentally…” and he lifts his shoulders up,”… not sure. She won’t talk to me about anything.”

The Joker didn’t hear the rest of the sentences after the word “miscarriage.”

“What miscarriage?!” he mutters, dumbfounded; he had no idea you were pregnant.  

“I’m sure you know what that implies,” Jonathan takes a deep breath and divulges your location: “If you want to see her, she’s at my Creek Hill property. I don’t use that place and I let her stay there until she figures out what she will do next.”

J gets up from the couch, snapping at Scarecrow’s confession:

“I would thank you but due to the fact you didn’t tell me sooner you’ll have to consider walking out of here alive the best gratitude I can offer!!”

The Joker snatches his car keys from the table, heading towards the elevator.

“Now get the fuck out of my house, Crane!!!” he threatens the guest still sitting on the sofa. “I’m sure you can find the way out!” **************     J drove his purple Lamborghini to Creek Hill in the middle on the night and he encountered another major issue: Scarecrow forgot to mention the huge property is gated. He circled the whole estate four times, trying to find a gap in the fence. There was none.

The Joker wanted to jump over the fence, but it was electrified so he had no other choice besides the extreme action of driving his Lamborghini through it. He cussed all the way up to the top of the high ground, the customized vehicle not made for the steep, rocky terrain. He could hear the bottom of the car scraping against the sharp stones and lost his temper: J stopped and got out, dropping F--bombs as he assessed the severe damage to his beloved car. It would definitely need serious repairs to fix the dents and scrapes that made it look like it escaped a tornado.

He continued his journey on foot towards the lighted house he could see in the distance, using the cell phone’s flashlight app to make sure he won’t fall in a ditch. Took The Joker a good 40 minutes to reach his goal, but he finally made it to his destination.

************

You are standing on the porch, listening to the sound of crickets and frogs that gets pretty loud out here: no city noises to diminish its intensity. You take another sip of Coke and toss the container in the trash can by the swing, getting ready to call it quits for the night.

“I’m sure you’re aware I require two weeks notice if my tenants decide to leave the building I own,” the familiar voice freaks you out. You turn around to look at The Joker, alarmed to see he’s a few steps away. Making a run for it seems like a great idea, except for the fact that your husband is blocking the door that is the only escape plan you have for the moment. All you want to do is dart inside the house and barricade yourself until he leaves.

“How’s your jaw?” he asks, referring to your bandaged cheek still healing after the surgery Jonathan was talking about.

“Why are you here?” you step away from him, mad from realizing Scarecrow couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“I have nobody to make my tea,” J blurs out because it’s the first reason that popped in his mind.

“I’m sure one of your girls will be happy to oblige,” you remind him he has plenty of choices.

“I want you to make it,” he cracks his neck and you gulp, anxious from the unexpected encounter. You’re so frustrated your hideout was discovered you can’t think clearly. The Joker passes his fingers through his hair, casually admitting to the facts: “If you think you’re in pain, consider this: I didn’t get laid since you abandoned me in Las Vegas. It’s a miracle I can still walk.”

Instead of a smile following the candid confession, all The Joker sees in your eyes is hate. Pure hate. It didn’t lower your defense like he was expecting.

“Why did you go with that girl?” you lift your chin up, frustrated he has the audacity to joke about such a serious matter. “If I wouldn’t have shown up, you would have fucked her.”

“Yes,” J categorically agrees because it’s better to go with the truth giving his present circumstances.

“And then come back to our room and sleep with me.”

“Yes,” he takes a deep breath and holds it in.

“That’s disgusting!!!!! And humiliating!!!!” you scream so loud it shakes him out of apathy. You’re not really supposed to open your mouth until your wound heals, that’s why the bandage is starting to get stained with blood: your stitches are pulling at the flesh they keep sewed together.

“I didn’t care about what you did before we were together, but once you were mine I expected some loyalty!” you shout, unable to stop the tirade and the dressing covering your scar is getting redder. “Why did you ask me to marry you, hm? It’s such a cruel thing to do if it means nothing!”

“I asked because it seemed that’s what you wanted,” J finally exhales, not accustomed to have someone lashing out at him.

“You think you did me a favor?” your voice breaks under the burden of deception.

Why did he bother to come if he has nothing to say?

Your husband doesn’t have any other aces up his sleeve, but he wants you to know at least one thing:

“I’m sorry you lost the baby.”

J sees the emotions you’re trying to hide, the painful reality settling in even more since the man you conceived with is right there and actually lost his baby too. Not that it means the same to him as it does to the heartbroken Y/N.

“I’m gonna kill Jonathan!” you sniffle and start crying, blaming him for telling all your secrets to The Joker.

“Please do,” he fastly approves of your idea. “I can’t stand that arrogant asshole!”

The King of Gotham takes advantage of the opportunity and approaches, slowly wrapping his arms around you.

You don’t hug him back and he uses one hand to dig in his pocket and take out your wedding ring, figuring there’s no point in holding back now:

“If the scar reminds you of the only man that loved you, keep the ring to remind you of the one that asked you to marry him and fucked up.”

Jonathan told him about that too??!!

You start bawling your eyes out, more than upset Scarecrow was a complete snitch while J firmly squeezes you to his chest, convinced about one thing: he never wanted a woman more.

The Joker doesn’t need his work wife or his old girl back.

Just his wife.

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Cradle Broken Glass - Chapter Twenty Three

Layla sat in the corner of the living room, surrounded by people, and yet feeling absolutely alone. Phil was in the corner, smoking and laughing with Jerry Cantrell. Mike was making the rounds with shot glasses and offering people copious amounts of alcohol. Stone, Chris, Layne and Matt were on the sofas laughing and telling stories. Ben was, much like herself, sat in a corner and pondering the world, except he looked mildly happy and was conversing when necessary. Mike Starr, Sean Kinney and Kim Thayil were casually smoking joints in the kitchen, and everyone seemed to be having a good time, except her. Jeff and Eddie hadn’t arrived yet, and she was biting her nails in absolute fear of when they did. He hated her, and she couldn’t blame him. She was a fat and ugly submissive housewife who didn’t have a backbone, who had decided to play with his feelings. Why wouldn’t he hate her? Just as Layla was starting to set herself off into another self-induced breakdown, the buzzer on the door went off, and Mike buzzed whoever was downstairs in. She breathed in and out heavily, trying to prepare herself for what was going to happen. The minute they walked in, the whole apartment went up in cheers and welcomes, all except from her and Phil from their respective places. Eddie was holding beers while Jeff was holding packets of chips, pretzels and snacks. She stayed in her corner, wallowing in her surroundings and feeling completely helpless to the situation.

She raised her eyes and was met with ocean blue ones from across the room. But just as quickly as they met, the pair across the room broke its gaze and focused on the others in the apartment, confirming to Layla that he hated her now. Jeff made his way over and placed a small kiss on her cheek, leaning over her leg and being careful not to bash it. Her broken leg had healed up good, but it was still sore when she put too much pressure on it. Layla stayed where she was, and after another hour or so, everything went back to how it was before they arrived. The only difference was that she felt a little bit more uncomfortable and inadequate, if that was even possible.

*****

“Layls, come on we’re playing poker.” Phil called her over to the table. The guys had set up a game of poker by moving the table in the dining room to fit in between the sofas, and Chris was currently dealing a hand. The Alice guys had all left by now, and so had Kim and Ben. The remaining guys were all huddled around the table, waiting for her to take her place and play. She wasn’t in the mood, and had been avoiding human contact as much as possible the whole night. This wasn’t her idea of fun. But she didn’t want to ruin Mike’s night and she knew they would all be concerned if she moped around anymore. She took her place in between Phil and Jeff, and the game started.

After 30 minutes, even though she had put up a strong game, she had put out, and so had a majority of everyone else. The only people left were Phil, Eddie and Matt.

“I raise you twenty.” Said Matt, looking confident in his actions. She silently laughed at him, since he should know better than to act cocky when you’re playing a game that relies on bluff. After another two minutes, Matt soon realised the error of his mistake and was also out, leaving only Eddie and Phil behind. Layla felt stifled as the tension rose between the two. She could Phil tense beside her whenever Eddie made a move, and the look that Eddie was giving Phil would be enough to make any sane person run away scared. She wasn’t the only one, as all the other guys had quieted down and were staring at the two of them, watching their every move with anticipation. She knew they all wanted Eddie to win, and even though she knew she shouldn’t, she did too.

“I see your fifty and I raise you two hundred.” Said Phil out of nowhere. Layla’s head swing around, completely confused as to why he would think he could get away with betting that much, it wasn’t like they could afford to give away as much money as possible. But she was more concerned about Eddie. 200 dollars was the type of money he wished he could have, and she knew he would never be able to afford it. She looked at him and his eyes met hers. She silently begged him to just give up and not raise his bet, but he simply looked away, and didn’t meet her eyes again. Phil was sending him a cocky grin, like he knew he couldn’t afford it. And that’s when Layla realised why Phil wanted to go to the party. He wanted to humiliate and cheat Eddie out of money. Phil had been playing poker since he could talk, and she saw him beat people out of money countless times, usually by cheating. She knew this wouldn’t be any different. But Eddie’s next actions shocked her and the whole table when he simply nodded and agreed to it. She couldn’t help but curse him out in her head, how stupid did he have to be to take the bet? She knew Phil was a great poker play, and knew Eddie would have to pay him, she felt sick even thinking about it.

“Okay, Phil, you put your cards down first.” Stone said, cutting the tension with his voice. Phil sent Eddie a victorious grin and then spread his cards down on the table in front of him, proud like a fucking peacock. Layla leaned over to look at his cards. Full house. Shit. Shit. Shit

Everyone turned to Eddie, and Layla’s heart broke when she saw the look on his face, and her resentment for her boyfriend grew all the more. Phil’s grin grew.

But her head turned back to Eddie when he stood up from the table and leaned over to Phil’s side. He leaned down, and next to Phil’s pile of cards, placed his down on the table, and then leaned back into his chair.

“I believe you owe me some money.” Eddie said with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. Layla looked at his cards. Royal flush. Holy Shit.

Everyone around the table started to laugh and cheer Eddie and give Phil sympathetic yet snide smiles. Layla couldn’t help but be so fucking happy at what had just happened, but within two seconds, the smile on her face disappeared, as Phil slammed his hand down on the table and caused everyone to go silent.

“You piece of shit, how the fuck did you win that. You’re a fucking cheater, and I’m not paying you fuck all.” Phil screamed across the table. Everyone stood up, and were standing between the two as to diffuse the situation. She knew Phil had cheated, and couldn’t understand how Eddie had still managed to beat him and win his money. That’s two possessions he’s taken from Phil without him realising, Layla thought sarcastically. Chris had managed to calm the situation down, until the shit hit the fan.

“Phil, just sit the fuck down, you’re just jealous of Eddie. We all fucking know it. You wanna be like him, and you’re not, so just deal with it.” Jeff said, trying to take Layla’s boyfriend down a peg or two. But rather than explode like he usually did, Phil started to laugh smugly, looking between both Jeff and Eddie and then turning to the latter.

“Wait, do you honestly think I’m jealous of you?” Phil continued to laugh, and Layla couldn’t help but feel sick. Eddie looked down and turned his body, starting to walk away.

“Why would I be jealous of you Ed?” He continued sarcastically, and Eddie stopped walking, still facing away.

“Why would I be jealous of you? I could be just like you if I wanted. Hey, maybe if my daddy left me and my step-daddy beat me I would have turned out like you. A worthless cunt.” Phil finished, and everyone stood still. Layla was paralysed with shock.

But while everyone stood silent and looked on in horror, Eddie turned his whole body around and with superhuman force, swung his fist and hit Phil in the jaw, the sound piercing through the silence. And within nanoseconds, Eddie’s fist collided again and again into Phil’s face as they both fell to the floor and started to beat the shit out of each other. Layla screamed and tried to pull Eddie off of Phil, not wanting this to become any more violent than it already was. But as she was pulling at them both, Eddie’s elbow collided with her face and extreme pain shot through her nose. Chris and Matt started to help her and soon, both men were being held back, Phil by Stone and Jeff, and Eddie by Matt, Chris and Mike. She reached up and felt liquid falling down her chin, and pulled her hand away, only to examine the red liquid that was pouring from her nose. She looked at her boyfriend and noticed that his face was completely pummelled and that he probably wouldn’t be able to leave the house for a while due to his condition. She couldn’t help but be thankful towards Eddie for doing that. She looked towards him and he was breathing heavily and glaring at Phil, but as his eyes met hers, they softened and extreme guilt flooded his irises as he examined the damage done to her own face.

She felt trapped and she hated what had just happened and what had been happening for a while. It was silent in the apartment, so silent you could hear a pin drop. All of the guys were breathing heavily, with Phil looking like he was going to pass out. Interrupting the silence, Eddie grabbed his jacket that was draped across one of the sofas and stormed out the door, slamming it shut as he did. No one spoke, and tension began to fill the room once again.

“Fucking asshole.” Phil whispered under his breath, and Layla turned her whole body around to face him. This was it. He had crossed the line. No matter how much she let him dominate her, she fucking hated seeing him try to abuse others.

“NO. YOU’RE THE FUCKING ASSHOLE!” She screamed at him, and everyone in the room looked at her in shock, while her boyfriend looked at her with uncontrollable rage. He stepped towards her in a menacing way, but for once, nothing happened, as Chris and Jeff grabbed him and forced him to stay where he was. He was looking at her with a deep wrath, but for once she maintained eye contact and gave him the most hateful glare she could summon, finally standing up to him. Once she did, he started to laugh, and shrugged the guys’ hands off of him.

“What? You wanna be with that bum musician? Go on then Layls. I could have the whole of Seattle if I wanted, but for some reason I always come back to your fat ass. And you always come back to me, because you know no one will ever want you. Especially not someone like him.” He spat out at her with venom, and the rest of the guys were alert for any violence that was sure to erupt. Mike came to stand in between them.

“I’m going to say this as politely as possible, and I really hope you understand Phil.” Mike said and put his hand on Phil’s chest, pushing him back a bit and further away from Layla.

“You are going to leave my house and never come back. You are going to go home without Layla. You are never going to come near her or anyone else again, otherwise I’m sure Eddie wouldn’t mind repeating what just happened. You are going to let her move out and you are going to fuck off out of her life. And most importantly, you are going to be a worthless cunt, unlike Eddie, and you’re going to die alone.” Mike finished, and Layla’s heart swelled with love for him. Phil looked in between her and Mike, and then around the room to the rest of the guys who looked like they wanted to beat the shit out of him even more. Silently, he walked towards the door and opened it, only turning back to flash Layla a look of remorse, before he left completely. She could breathe again.

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Well what do ya’ll think about that then. What do you think is going to happen in the next chapter. Will Layla go after Phil or Eddie?

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Daddy Issues [Sunset] -7-

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting like a dick towards her she quit her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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“You are his...play thing, aren’t you?”

TaeHyung’s simple yet sharp worded question echoed in your brain. You just had no idea what to say. Mind almost a blank space you stared at him. You held his hand.

“Please...Tae just forget about this, huh?”

TaeHyung stared at you with wide eyes then rolled them.

“Seriously! Tell me... Do you sleep with him?”

You just flinched after the harsh way he spilled those words. A faint nod was your only response and Tae did not say anything back. His intense gaze just drunk you in.

“I just can’t... believe this.”

His hands almost pulled his hair when they went around his hair. His light brown hair was a mess when Tae finally let them fall back on his cheeks. Tears formed in your eyes. You desperately pleaded.

“Don’t hate me for this. I just can’t have you hate me Tae, not you...”

TaeHyung kept quiet and it hurt you more than anything. He was literally everything to you. When you were 5 and you fell down from the swing Tae took care of you. When you were made fun of at high school he was there to protect you. He was the last person you wanted to hurt. He was the last person you wanted to hate you. Your hands on his cheeks you forced Tae to look at you.

“Tae I am sorry. Can’t you just pretend as if you haven’t heard anything.”

TaeHyung pulled your hands away from his face. His fingers still wrapped around your tiny wrists. 

“How can I let this go?”

You bit down your lip.

“You have to...”

TaeHyungs pupils were dilated in disbelief.

“How the hell do you expect me to act like nothing is going on ?!”

You avoided his piercing gaze on you. Wrapping your arms around your pulled legs, you sighed.

He was fairly mad but more to him than he was mad at you. TaeHyung’s soft hand tugged your hair behind your ear gently. His expression was more curious than angry.

“Why are you doing this? I mean...You are not this kind of girl Y/N. The Y/N I know would never do this.”

A bitter laugh escaped from your lips. You nod with a deep sigh.

“It was my last option. The due was so close and you knew how my boss acted...  If I become a lawyer I can earn a lot of money and take care of my family too.”

Tae watched your every single move. If there was something odd he could tell it right away. You were telling the truth when you said you were fine. You still were honest when you said why did you do this. Tae wanted to be mad. He had to be mad at you but how could he? Avoiding your eyes he asked with a low voice.

“Why didn’t you ask me?”

You smiled brightly. A smile that he loved to see. 

“You are not different than I am Tae. How could I ask for that amount of money?

He did not say anything back though you knew everything. He would have tried anything to help you. TaeHyung’s eyes were guided to distance. He did that only when he was lost in thoughts.

You just sat there under the bright blue sky covered with small cottonish clouds. Tae still did not like the way someone else has control over you. He was already thinking to find something that would get you out. Hugging Tae you whispered.

“You don’t hate me, do you?”

Tae wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you even closer.

“I don’t hate you...but him...”

Saying your goodbye you moved to leave. Tae stopped you as he grabbed your arm.

“When will I see you again?”

He asked with concern. You thought for a moment.

“I will visit my family soon. I will see you when I do.”

Tae sighed before he let you go. On your way back to the car you thought what to do? You somehow managed to get Johan off of your back but he was going to tell you left home. What should you do? Tell JungKook the truth or white-lie to keep Tae out of this. You stared out of the window absent-minded.

When you left Tae walked around aimlessly. Right before he stepped out of the park there was a small kiosk. He stopped there to buy a pack of cigarettes. He promised to quit for you but he needed to clear his mind. Leaning his back to the wall he lit up one.

There must be a way to set you free. He could have gone to the company to make a scene but that never seemed right. He was thinking about what to do. First, he needed some information about JungKook and the company. If he were to meet JungKook at any circumstances he had to be ready for it. 

He also needed to know what type of contract you were under. From what he understood it was not something easy to get rid of but there was always a way. Determined to find it Tae took his phone out of his pocket. He clicked the first link that appeared on the search.

JungKook parked the car to the section for family members. When the automatic door swiped each side, he walked in fastly. The employees greeted him with respect which JungKook responded with a simple head gesture. 

His father’s right-hand man Mr. Sung Ki kept a poker face until they were alone with JungKook. When they took the elevator together he explained with a concerned face.

“I don’t know what happened but he is going crazy.”

Rubbing his eyes tiredly JungKook took a deep breath. 

“I will take care of it.”

While he was fixing his jacket, Sung Ki informed his father about JungKook’s arrival. Father Jeon was sitting behind his huge mahogany table that was carved with utmost care. Eyebrows furrowed he just gestured JungKook to sit.

Fixing the sleeve of his black fitted suit the man placed his sharp gaze on his son. His voice was cold and calm when he began to question him.

“What are you doing with a simple girl like Y/N?”

JungKook’s voice was ice cold matching to his poker face.

“How thoughtful father. You even made research.”

Hands casually rested on the table, his father locked his fingers. 

“I am always interested in what you are doing.”

JungKook rolled his eyes then a cocky smile took its place on his lips.

“Right, only to know what I am doing with my shares in the company.”

Father Jeon’s expression was serious and sharp.

“Remember son I raised you. Did I do that for your disrespect?”

JungKook arched an eyebrow as he walked up to the desk, tapping his two fingers impatiently. 

“Can we get to the point already?”

His father arched his eyebrows too, voice deep and stern.

“Have your fun with her but nothing more... Then cut things off. Understand?”

JungKook pulled his hand away with an ironic chuckle.

“Don’t worry I am not going to repeat my mistakes.”

The middle-aged man rested his back on his seat.

“I hope so.”

JungKook could not help but rolled his eyes. If only his father loved him as much he loved this damn huge company.

“If that’s all I will get going.”

His father just gestured him to leave. Being pissed off JungKook almost ripped the first button of his shirt. He just made his way to his room calling his right-hand man Yugyeom along the way.

Yugyeom just greeted him in front of his room’s large door then followed him inside. He could tell how angry JungKook was. Yugyeom just waited for him to speak. JungKook found the article on his phone and sent it to him.

“I need you to contact the guy responsible for this article and learn who his source is.”

Yugyeom took a mere look at the article.

“This smells like scandal.”

JungKook poured himself some vodka before he took his seat.

“I know.”

Yugyeom thought for a second.

“I can already guess who is behind this but I will have to confirm.”

JungKook took another sip from his drink then sighed.

“If its Jimin I will ruin him.”

Yugyeom fixed his eyes at the screen of his tablet. 

“That is not gonna be easy. He is in charge of Ji Hyo’s common shares.”

JungKook took a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Call the lawyer and tell him to see me.”

The lawyer arrived sooner than JungKook expected. JungKook explained everything and they talked about what type of evidences they need to cancel Ji Hyo’s part of shareholding.

Even though he arrived home an hour ago JungKook did never left that one secret room. A part of you felt relieved that he was not around to question you. However you still wanted to see him. 

JungKook stood in front of the canvas, trying to decide what he should draw. He looked at the oil paints ordered beautifully. Painting was one of most relaxing things to him. However he could not put anything to the top of his brush. His phone buzzed in his pocket. The screen light up with Yugyeom’s text. 

It was Jimin.

JungKook threw the paint. The sculpture he had, fell down into thousands of pieces. That bastard was pushing his luck. You were about to knock the door when JungKook opened it. His dark piercing gaze landed on you.

“What are you doing here?”

You almost stuttered.

“I thought...”

Your eyes peaked inside. There were a few canvases covered with dark sheets. Pieces of the mirror covered the ground. You could not help.

“Mr. Jeon are you okay?”

JungKook said nothing. His silence was something you were used to but not this way. It was different. You confronted him again.

“Maybe you are mad at me but say something.”

JungKook arched an eyebrow at you.

“Why do you think so?”

You avoided his eyes, voice lower.

“I saw the article, the video... Everything. That was not supposed to happen.”

He stuck his hand to his pockets casually.

“Yes, that was not supposed to happen.”

You bit down your lip and just was ready to apologize.

“...but you did not force me to do anything Y/N.”

Surprised you looked into his eyes.

“Than why are you so mad, Mr. Jeon?”

JungKook didn’t answer. Noticing it was not going to work when you simply ask, you thought about something else. Holding his hand you asked him to come with you. 

You lead him to your room, slowly closed the door behind you. JungKook was still watching you curiously. You smiled as you got closer to him.

“Let’s do it here...”

JungKook was confused as he asked.

“Pick something you want to do to me. I will accept but I want something in return.”

JungKook ran his hand through his hair slowly.

“What is that?”

Your eyes never left his.

“I want answers, Mr. Jeon... You are a black box and I barely know anything about you.”

JungKook licked his lips, eyes avoiding yours.

“Y/N why are you doing this?”

You took his hand placed it on your chest. JungKook pulled it away.

“Y/N...You don’t know what I could do to you. You barely started with this whole thing.”

You stood there, holding his hand on your chest. You took a deep breath before you let it go.

“Tell me... What do you want me to do?”

You whispered. JungKook said nothing and waited for a good minute. What you suggested was crazy. Fucking you hard was a way to relieve his stress but he never thought he would have to talk through it. He was already in trouble because of you. 

“Strip”

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This chapter was kind of a roller-coaster, right? New chapter and new moodboard with huge hints. Next time I won’t be this obvious ;) Just wait for whats yet to come hoes. And don’t forget my askbox is there. I love you all ♥

Next Chapter

[hotcocosharing]

Heads Or Tails Part 4 (KBTBB RP EISUKE x OC)

Eisuke is my least favorite but an OC to torture the guy is TO DIE FOR so if you enjoy ANGST and messing with the KING, read on :)

My Masterpost here for easier serch, ENJOY!

OC- Kumiko Mayumi ❣ Canon- Eisuke Ichinomiya Rated M for mature audiences as the roleplay progresses…

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Kumiko’s POV

I can’t at all say that this early in the morning I expect or want to be man-handled yet regardless, I allow Eisuke to think that he’s getting the better of me; all whilst staying silent. Funny thing that which I’ve already noticed - any bout of silence manages to get a reaction out of him easier than if words were to trickle from between my lips, yet I keep this new found fact aware to myself. Right now; apart from wanting to slap him, the thought of something to eat is all that is keeping me sane with my stomach quietly grumbling; insisting it be fed. The shower water he pulls me beneath is cold; a shiver rushes across my skin and I wonder why the water isn’t hot. Shouldn’t it be reminding him of the hell in which he comes from? Closing my eyes for a moment to mentally prepare myself with what ‘could’ possibly happen even though I don’t take him as the kind of guy to particularly force himself onto a woman, I roll my eyes at his uttered suggestion. ’….want to unhook her own bra or should I do the honor?’ Never in my wildest dreams would I let any person - man or woman have that kind of satisfaction. Arms twisting to reach behind my back, I unclasp the tiny hooks and slip the red lacy straps off my shoulders, tossing the bra which I had worn with the intention of only Hiro seeing out of the shower onto the floor. Eisuke mentioned room service which means maids and with how he seems to behave, I wouldn’t be surprised if one ran in here minutes after we’d finished showering to clean up; make the place immaculate. I’m about to scrub myself down and hopefully daydream my way to some more comfortable place before I feel skin contact against my back and my hair brushed over one shoulder - the sensation coaxing me to turn around which forces me to swallow any nerves that I have when I come face to face with a man I wasn’t expecting to be this intimate with first thing in the morning. Talk about a lack of care for personal space. Attempting to avoid Eisuke’s gaze, I rinse myself and wash my hair, twisting the ends to get excess water out of them before twisting the taps off behind me and grabbing a towel which hangs close by on a wall rack. I’ve noticed that for the last minute or so, Eisuke’s gaze hasn’t left me and I’m determined not to let it get beneath my skin. If that’s his intention - mind games, scare tactics, shock value; he’s better off reassessing his ideas. “You know for the kind of reputation you have with women…”, I break the silence between us with a few words before casually allowing my eyes to wander down before they race back up to his - a cunning skim twisting onto my lips, “…I was expecting more Ichinomiya.” Towel wrapped tightly around myself, I step out past him not bothering for any addition of what could be potential conversation and finish getting ready. Further texts from my sister and calls flooding through to my phone from my parents who have already arrived and of whom I can hear downstairs; carrying on like a pair of headless chooks. It’s dress zipped up, teeth brushed and heels clattering down a spiral staircase I managed to follow the ruckus noise to before I come face to face with them. “Kumiko…” My mothers acknowledgement of my existence is the first thing I heard as she places the tea cup she’s so delicately been holding between her fingertips down on the coffee table infront of her and rushes over toward me. An embrace I’m not expecting causes my body to freeze and she places a hand on either side of my face, cradling me as if I were a child as she searches my face for any hint of reason as to why the last 24 hours have turned out and happened the way the cards have fallen so to speak. “It’s ok sweetheart. Your father is already working on helping Hiro - we have the money they want for his bail. We were just worried about you - are you ok? Come dear - we’ll take you home.” As warm as her words are intended to make me feel, I tug my wrist away from her grip, keeping a poker face as she turns in a panic toward my father who she wants to step in and control the situation – right now I just feel cold. Cold in the sense of unwantedness, cold in the sense of being distant. “There’s no need for such nonsense”, I explain, taking a seat before pouring myself a cup of tea - beating a maid to doing it as I have no intention of having someone else; even if they’re paid to act that way - take care of me. “Hiro got himself arrested - Hiro can find his own way out of that mess.” The look on my parents faces exchange with confusion and frustration as if they aren’t exactly sure what to say, do or feel. My younger sister is about to say something; raise her voice and make a comment or suggestion yet she’s silenced just as her lips part by my father who raises his hand which acts as a warning for nothing to be said. “Kumiko, I don’t und–.” “Understand?”, I cut him off abruptly, “Well yes, I haven’t quite gotten there with my explanation. You see Hiro - the two of us are cut from very, very different worlds; it’s almost as if he’s a stripe and I’m a spot; and anyone with half a brain knows you don’t mix stripes and spots together. So last night, after his obnoxious attempt at capitalising on what I’d like to point out is the business I am meant to be inheriting, I simply cut ties with him and let him go.” It’s a silent thank you and a smile to follow as another maid I’m yet to have seen before places a large silver tray out on the table in front of me and lifts the lid off; a dazzling array of breakfast choices for me to choose from laid out quaintly. “In saying all this”, I continue before anyone has a chance to cut in; the lie of the century about to stir the pot within the room, “..Eisuke and I spoke last night, and after getting to know each other a little more than intended, we’ve agreed on starting a joint business venture. That land I was given for my 21st birthday in Paris beside the Eiffel tower which father, I believe you said I could do whatever I wish with - we’re going to build a hotel and resort there. Isn’t that right sweetheart?” Glancing over my shoulder back at the man who probably thought that after this morning, he’d never see me again - I chuckle slightly and hum across the edge of my tea cup before taking a sip. Alone; I’d never have the capital for such a thing, yet with his already established business and the fact that in front of a crowd like this - my parents, my sister, Akira, acquaintances of his which are slowly trickling in that I remember seeing at some point over the previous night, he has no option other to tell them the truth; that last nights whole dramatics were purely fun he never intended on acting upon or continue with my lie - – that we would indeed become business partners.

With the paperwork and deeds to my apartment, my slice of the family company and in addition that pricey engagement ring which I could pawn for a few million, I had to ensure that one way or another - Eisuke Ichinomiya wouldn’t be leaving my sight.

Eisuke’s POV

I for one do not like being manipulated and two hate being put on the spot, the spoiled princess of The Mayumi’s family seems to be having her fun from her lie of the century and she shall be so very wrong to gamble against my rare generosity which’s only offered for the pure sake of my step father. There’s no time to frown or narrow my eyes towards her direction which I am sure will only give her the satisfaction she craves as an attention seeker. I bow and shake hand with her father, "Good morning, Mr. Mayumi.” I turn a little and grin at the two other women sitting comfortably on my couch who both blush slightly at my “business genuine” smile. “I’m sorry to meet you under such circumstances, the truth is Kumiko is simply covering for me.” The princess may maintain her poker face but she ought to learn to keep her posture intact in order not to give her nervous self away. “I had a private party last night, Kumiko and her fiancé…” Clearing my throat out loud on purpose, I awkwardly correct myself, “Ex fiancé got carried away, he gambled her property, her shares even put her on the bet and unfortunately lost everything.” Following their shocking gazes, we all swift the attention momentarily to the best actress in the room before I continue apologizing, “I was the host and I should have noticed to stop it before it goes out of hand. And after such eventful night, Kumiko was too shamef.. I meant too guilty to return home so I offered her to stay the night, it was the least I could do.”

As amusing as it must be to turn Kumiko over and look at her defeated form or on the contrary her stubborness and attempts with a better come back or another lie, I simply don’t have the luxury to entertain the dramatic family this early in the morning. Disturbing my routine of a good cup of coffee in hand with daily reading is bad enough, I don’t need family drama in my own suite. Allowing her father to sink in the news and before I become inexcusably late, I cut in again. “I have all the paperwork with me, Mr. Mayumi. One word and they will all return to their rightful owner.” The founder of Mayumi Family Finance Corporation of twenty years is no fool, the man gestures to talk in private and we head inside my study. “Ichinomiya, I know Akira has put you up to this and I’m sure the man means well but this is a family matters and I prefer it to be handled between the family unless of course you want to be party of our family.” Oh that cheeky greedy bastard! “Kumiko lost her asset, she could find her own way to gain it back. If she couldn’t handle herself then she sure as hell isn’t qualified to inherit my family business.” The man picks up the piled of paperwork and deeds to her apartment then drops them back on my oak desk, “As for business deal, we’d be more than happy to associate with The Ichinomiya Group.” Of course you’d be happy, you are in fucking debt! Matsumoto Mayumi observes and I eventually break the silence, “Why don’t we all sit down and chat over breakfast?” I suggest while all I want to do is rip his head off and kick the whole bloody family out of my hotel. Phone in hand, I hurriedly send a text before stepping out with the man who takes the initiative and announces to his loving family that we’ll be having breakfast together. Everyone get on their feet and head downstairs while the manipulative drama queen sits in the armchair and waits for me before standing up with her hands on her hips. “Now, is this more Ichinomiya for you?” I break the silence with a smirk but stare at her with my stern cold eyes. “If not, feel free to spread your legs and we’ll get it over and done with. If you aren’t just some spoiled princess who needs daddy rescuing then prove yourself useful.”

I leave the suite few steps ahead of her as I expect her some extra time to swallow her pride before entering the elevator with the crowd and pretends she still has the upper hand. Ota and Baba are already keeping the other women occupied from my text order, we are soon seated at a private VIP room while I excuse myself and listen to the hotel’s manager Kenzaki daily report.

As soon as I see Soryu in sight, I signal him to wait outside and instructs Kenzaki to apologize on my behalf also to keep me informed whether Kumiko Mayumi decides to stay around or leave my place for good. “I’ve told Bucci we are on our way, they are stuck in traffic. ”

I nod and watch the scenery outside as the limousine speeds up, “Find out all you can about Kumiko Mayumi, her every dirty secret.” I explain further, “I think I’ll have lots of fun with my new toy, Soryu. Lots of fun.”