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So... what if I posted an out-of-context bit of a story from like a year ago that I still haven't finished? Without any warning or explanation? I haven't like... revised it even. And it's bad because I sucked a year ago (just kidding, I'm working on the negative self-talk). It is edgy, it is about angels and shit, I am living my middle school power self-insert fantasies and the only person who can stop me is me when I regret posting this immediately after I hit the button. It's below the cut :P
âUnimportant. Why isnât their soul out yet?â
âComplications,â Oxy walked forward to stand next to the mortician, as both of them studied me closely. I averted my gaze, and quickly found the floor to be a point of interest. âTheir soul fights back.â
âFights back?â
âHappens very rarely, only with theââ
âSouls of angels,â The room filled with an oppressive silence as all three of us pondered the situation we were in. However, I felt pitifully out of the loop. âIs there any chance we could still try?â
âYes. But neither of us will like what we see, or what theyâll do to us when they get their memories back.â
âWe can handle one bird-brain.â
âIâd be offended, but thereâs no time,â The mortician cupped their hands around Oxyâs, and soon they both wore blue, crackling spectral gloves tipped with gleaming claws. âOn three,â With a grim nod, Oxy plunged their claws into my chest, and the cold feeling spread throughout my body once more. The mortician stepped up next to Oxy, and both their claws now anchored themselves into a part of me I did not know existed. âOne,â Both of them shifted their stance. âTwo,â The claws hummed louder, and the otherworldly sparking increased in frequency, leaving the room aglow in a pale blue light. âThree!â With a heave, they both tumbled backward onto the floor, pulling me out of my body as they went. Pulling⌠us⌠out of our body. I was bent over the steel table, the claws still embedded deep within my torso. Hands that werenât mine tried to grip their arms and yanked me free, only to pass through them uselessly. Voices that were never my own cried out from my mouth in a cacophony of shouting and sobbing and begging and suffering. I saw through dozens of eyes. I grasped and tugged desperately at the clothes of those who had rent me from my body with a sickly number of hands to no avail. I towered above them, my head scraping the ceiling of a room that even they could not reach. As they both stood, unflinching as the hands attempted to pull them towards us, I could barely think over the storm of screams in my head.
I could not see my reflection. Oxeleure and the morticianâs eyes remained hidden from my view. The room had no mirrors. The metal on the table before me was dull and dirty, but it was better that way. What little I could see of myself, the reactions and body language of those who stood before me, they were enough.
I was a monster.
And yet they did not hesitate.
âThe table! Hurry!â shouted the mortician as they dug their spectral claws into one of my arms.
âNo need to tell me twice, Iâm not an idiot.â Oxeleure soon followed suit, and with a snarl they dragged me down and onto the table. They fastened the shackles around one set of my arms and my ankles, as the rest of my limbs punched and clawed at them in retaliation.
âJonas, get in here! Bring the potions!â
âWhatâs the hurry, I thought you were a profe- holy shit!â All of my eyes stared back at them as I struggled against my binds, my many arms uselessly passing through anything I tried to touch.
âJust shut up and get the potions to the body! I donât know how long these binds can hold something like this!â Rushing forward with an armful of bottles, Jonas let them fall at my bodyâs feet as they tilted my head back. Cracking open three of the narrow vials, they balanced them in my mouth and pulled two handfuls of needles from their apronâs pockets. Disembodied golden hands, shining with the same energy as the orbs that had healed me, appeared around them and grasped the needles, urgently opening the rest of the vials and collecting as much of the green liquid as each could hold. I watched as they jabbed the needles into my neck, my arms, my legs, and even a few in my heart. I could see my neck turning pink as the liquid from the bottles in my mouth ran down my throat and seemingly brought my body back to life, without me in it. One of my hands once again tried to go for Oxeleure, grasping at their forearm. This time, it connected. They tried to wrench away from my grip as my other hands lurched greedily towards any hope of freedom.
âUh, Circe, what does it mean when it stops phasing through objects?â The mortician slowly turned to see, as if scared to confront the reality of the situation.
âThought you would know that by now like you seem to know everything else. It means weâre running out of time. Prepare to move the spirit,â They deftly dodged my armâs pathetic attempt to claw at them. âJonas, is the body ready?â
âYeah, yeah. About as ready as itâll ever be,â They turned to the mortician, their eyes glowing suns against the sickly blue hue that filled the room. âTell me when.â The mortician and Oxeleure dug their claws into the pair of shoulders closest to my head, tensing their muscles in preparation.
âOkay in three, two, oneâŚâ The shackles flew open, their runes extinguishing, âNOW!â They both yanked me up from the table, hurling me towards the body as the golden hands injected the rest of the potions into my corpse. Against my will, my many sets of arms braced themselves against the chair and pushed back. The golden hands let the needles clatter to the floor as the blue energy coursed around them. Growing claws of their own, they burrowed deep into my bones and my chest, and I felt my hands slip through the chair as I screamed in agony. With a heave, Jonas, Oxeleure, and the mortician finally shoved my spirit back into my body. The glow from my own soul vanished, as well as the light from the claws and spiritual hands, as they all fell to the floor in exhausted silence.
âSwear to God⌠if you die after all this shit we just went throughâŚâ Jonas growled between gasps. Sharing their sentiment, Oxeleure crawled forward and clasped my leg. It was almost as if the sudden âattackâ scared me back to life. I lurched forward, gasping and panting and coughing and living for the first time in days. The mortician recovered the fastest, getting to their feet and dusting off their clothes. I felt firmly rooted in my own body once again, and for the first time, started being able to register the details of my surroundings.
#special thanks to rfh to encouraging me to share something on here for the first time lol#i will not provide more details unless prompted#because this story has been evolving in my head for years so its one of those disorganized passion project things#a lot of tangled up gibblety gob yknow#but thanks for reading it if u did#even a tiny bit#means the world that anyone would read past word one lol#im not tagging this with any writing related tags cause im not ready for a bigger audience's judgment#maybe someday
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astro thoughts - short n sweet <3 pluto in the house
Pluto in the 1st house - Very strong auras. Could deliberately see through bs a mile away. Not gifted in being friendly, lol just kidding. Their not 'nice' though. And they don't have to be. They don't like faking the funk so this pretty much gives them an interesting outlook on people and they way they see themselves. Can shift the whole room with just their magic. Can be very intimidating to some, but very inspiring to others.
Pluto in the 2nd house - Could have financial issues from time to time. Not likely to say the same thing twice, if they said it once they meant it. Dont bother them again about it. These individuals can use their psychic senses to make money if that is what they wish, they could be very therapeutic to say the least. Give em a chance, they really wouldn't hurt a fly.
Pluto in the 3rd house - There speech is very compelling. They could hold a room with just their words and it could open the minds of a few listening to them. They have a gift in impacting you with just the way that they think, making you beg for more each day at a time.
Pluto in the 4th house - Could of had a transformative experience at home and I don't mean that nicely. There are somethings that should be left unsaid but sometimes things need a reawakening. They don't seem to let things go here.. but why would they? There past is like a haunting story awaiting to be unraveled just so you can piece together the puzzles that we're left unfinished. They are quiet when it comes to their personal life and hide themselves from the world so that you won't get an inkling of what truly is masked behind the bushes.
Pluto in the 5th house - Very deep bonds with their art work and can do a performance like no other. They will have you feeling every bit of emotion in their vibration just to help you feel what the character is feeling. I noticed there are a lot of good actors with this placement. Anywho, they have a powerful presence and when it comes to dating them or even just experiencing them for a little while it can be a transformative, healing experience for people involved with them.
Pluto in the 6th house - Like their martians mates in the 6th house, these people can have a pretty interesting experience here. They have a tendency to be obsessive over what they want so they work as much as they can until the wheels falls off. This could become a problem if they don't think to chill out on working and sacrificing their well being for something out side of themself.
Pluto in the 7th house - Deep, penetrating raw auras. Could be self-reflective on the way they see things, themselves , others and just the world at large. They have a gift of discernment but most of them never use the gift and can get caught up into the wrong things sometimes. There is more than what meets the eye with these individuals. They never let others in so easily, sometimes they're worth the wait. ;)
Pluto in the 8th house - Really good at seeing through things that others just can't seem to pick up on. Really gifted in occult sciences. Have issues with commitment and could have trouble with individuals because of traumatic experiences in past lives or current one. Could have people who want to be around them just to unravel them, but not really want to be with them. Have a very mysterious presence, hard to read.
Pluto in the 9th house - Very interesting and their thoughts can penetrate the mind in so many ways. They will leave you speechless when its all over. They travel to different places all the time but they are pretty good at finding places that match their flow, and love ot bring anyone along for the ride. There just a different layer to them that no one really knows how to explain, but its a gift that keeps giving.
Pluto in the 10th house - Woah. Thats the word to describe em. Its their touch and raw auras that keep you on your knees. VERY strong personas and do not like being talked down on. Could use their experiences/circumstances to their advantage. Gifted and seeing beyond what no one wants to believe is true. They can have the world if they know they got it in them already. Hard headed but gets to the bag with just their two feet. No one else can beat them at their own game.
Pluto in the 11th house - Whew. These people have a spell on the people that no other pluto house placement can compete with. The issue is these people don't know how to use that power but thats not all that bad. They can have people do things for them because something about them just makes people want to do things for them.
Pluto in the 12th house - very odd things comes out of the mind with these individuals. The subconscious/dream world is the most important part of their day to day because it rules the present in a way that cant be controlled but must be felt. How are you doing living a life that no one seems to live? It seems like they are all alone, but the world is calling for them to give them all the answers.
Talk to me in the comments, let me know how yall feelin! <3
#astrology thoughts#astrology theories#astrology#tropical astrology#astrology observations#spirituality#astro observations#astro knowledge#short n sweet astro#deja's astro observations
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Above the world
Author: bvidzsoo
Pairing: Jeong Yunho x female reader
đ¸ď¸Warning: cursing, mentions of murder and robbery, wounds, slightly suggestive đ¸ď¸Word count: 25.6k đ¸ď¸Rating: nc-17 đ¸ď¸Genre: Spiderman!AU, Marvel & DC references, superheroes!AU, strangers to lovers!AU, highschool!AU đ¸ď¸Summary: Moving to a new city due to your mother's psychotic ex-fiancĂŠ, you thought the past wouldn't catch up with you, but it does. You're an outcast at your new highschool until a tall and dorky guy approaches you and decides to be your friend. Oh, and did I mention there's also this weird superhero kinda guy in the city who calls himself Spiderman? And why does he kind of remind you of your new friend?
A/N: Lovelies, it's finally here!! I've been planning to write this story for at least two months now, I just didn't have the time for it, but it's here at last! Few things I'd like to quickly point out: 1. I hope the humor I used isn't a miss as once again I wanted to explore something new and used a different writing style, 2. they are in highschool but it's not cringe, I promise (I haven't written a highschool setting in ages lol), 3. I used some terms that are skateboard related and so, I'll leave a little glossary of what those mean below! ^^ (I hope I managed to describe these well) (I hate the fact that I didn't incorporate the famous "hold on tight spider-monkey" line, but it is what it is lol) Sorry if there are any mistakes, I do proofread but it's super late rn and my brain might not pick up on all the mistakes! :') Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy this little (not so little) story, and your feedback is always super welcome, they inspire me to write even more lol! divider
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đ¸ď¸360: a complete skateboard and body rotation performed either frontside or backside đ¸ď¸180: a half skateboard and body rotation performed either frontside or backside đ¸ď¸alley-oop: an aerial transition trick in which the skater moves his body sideways in the opposite direction of the rotating movement đ¸ď¸backside: a trick or turn executed with the skater's back facing the ramp coping or the obstacle đ¸ď¸alley-oop backside 50-50 grind đ¸ď¸540 backside đ¸ď¸airwalk: an aerial trick in which the skater grabs the nose of the board, kicks the feet out while in the air, and then quickly back on when he's about to land it đ¸ď¸ollie: a trick in which the skater uses his or her feet to pull the skateboard up into the air đ¸ď¸backside nose slip đ¸ď¸frontside boneless đ¸ď¸Casper Flip: a trick in which the skater performs a half-flip and then uses the back foot to grab the tail and whip it
           Despite the unfamiliarity of the dimly lit street, there was something very comforting andâquite familiarâabout this new place. Perhaps I couldnât call it home just yetâgiven that itâs barely my second day hereâbut there was something cozy about the wet ground shimmering underneath the glimmering streetlamps that did little to nothing to light up all corners of theâotherwiseâdark street. Not many are out at this hour, and itâs not because itâs too late, itâs the fact that my mother and I managed to find ourselvesâbarelyâ a modest little house, in probably one of the dodgiest parts of this, new, promising, and quite huge city. I wouldnât call it the slumsâIâve seen worse places compared to this oneâbut the eerily empty street could make anyone run back inside their house upon nightfall. And, well, I get itâif it werenât for my favourite music blasting through my wiredâprobably from the Stone Ageâearphones, I probably wouldâve found myself scurrying back home as well. But for once, I didnât mind the cool breeze of air thatâs settled upon the city after the rain that came out of nowhere. It was autumn, but the leaves havenât started falling down just yet. It was the perfect timing for me to join my new high-school, not that there was ever a good timing, per se, I always thought a newcomer would remain just thatâa newcomer. And while I didnât have had to move towns in quite a while now, I still remembered what kind of treatment would be waiting for me tomorrow.
The new girl in school. Everyone would be eager tomorrow to get to know me, to talk to me, to try and befriend me. And meâwell, I had nothing against all thatâbut deep down I just really wished to remain unseen, and most importantly, unbothered. I have never considered myself a very sociable person, and later than sooner, people would realize that and they would finally leave me alone. I donât have many friends for this exact reason, and the one I do have moved to Spain a long time ago, our phones now the only way to keep in touchâmy mother finally saw the important of me being on my phone so often. But it was fine, I didnât mind the distance, however, there were days when I wished we could hang out, go on small trips, enjoy each otherâs company. Nayoung had promised to visit soon, but we both knew she was too busy with her life over in Spain for that to happen anytime soon, and I didnât have it in myself to pester her about the promise she made.
The neighbourhood my mother and I had moved to wasnât too far from the heart of the cityâand while one would expect it to be lively and bright, it was anything but thatâeven during the daytime. People seemed to avoid making eye contact and they hung their heads low around here, barely muttering even as much as a greeting if you crossed paths with them down the wide street, even if they were your neighbours. The houses, too, seemed to be silent at all times, no little children screaming and laughing or playing outside, no rowdy teenagers blasting music and getting yelled at for not doing their homework. It was odd, but it was only temporalâwell, that is if my mother manages to land herself a better paying job so that we can move away from here. These houses were closely pressed up against each other, back gardens ratherâinexistent. Our house just so happened to be neighbouring a huge buildingâoffices, someone had told usâbut for what business, we didnât know. And probably wouldnât want to know.
Iâve seen some roughed-up people come and go from the beaten-up building. The narrow alleyway just so happened to be a dead-end between our house and this building, and my mother had been debating whether she should place bars outside on my window as it just so happened to be facing this small alleyway. It wasnât as dark as one would expect it to be, but a barely lit-up streetlamp did a shitty job at fully illuminating it.
I bobbed my head to the music, hummingâhopefullyâquietly to myself as I skipped down the road, almost splashing myself in the process as I failed to notice a rather deep looking puddle. I chuckled as I narrowly missed it and threw the plastic bag over my right shoulderâcompletely forgetting I had eggs in there. With an alarmed expression, I scrambled to hold the plastic bag normally and peeked inside, letting out a sigh in relief upon seeing that the eggs were completely fine, not one cracked. I knew my mother would make me walk back to the small convenience storeâwhich was probably about to close upâand I really just wanted to watch my animeâthe one I had seen about five hundred times, but who cares?! Some people tend to cling to that what brings them the most comfort, and this anime was like that for me. However, just as the chorus of the song blasted through my earphones, I cleared my throat, ready to mouth the lyrics as I remained alone on the street, when I felt a harsh tug on my right arm. And when I didnât react to it straight away, I was pushed forward, stumbling through a puddle and splashing my new white Vans.
âOh, come on, man!â I snapped, frowning down at my, now, dirty shoes, âI just got these yesterday!â
As I turned and went to pull out the earphone from my left ear, I was met with a sight that I wasnât exactly expecting. Well, to be fair, I thought a kid or an asshole had run into me on purpose, butâhaving a metal gun almost pressing into my forehead certainly wasnât what I was expectingâwhat a way to greet your new neighbour on their second day of living here!
âEmpty your pockets!â The tall man, dressed in all blackâtypicalâhissed as I managed to pull out both of my earphones while moving slowly, âAnd give me everything thatâs pricey.â
Well, jokes on him, I didnât have anything pricey on myselfâŚwell, except for my phone, âI donât really have that many pockets, man.â
I pulled my cardiganâs pockets out, showing the robber that I really had nothing inside, âLook, man, if you think you are broke?! Just look at me! You are really out here trying to rob a broke high-school studentââ
âShut up!â The man snapped, and I froze as the barrel of his gun was now forcefully pressing against my forehead. Uh, yeah, if thereâs one thing I totally suck atâwell, itâs shutting the hell up when needed, âGive me your rings! Now!â
My eyebrows furrowed and I looked down at my hands, scowling as I realized I was wearing all of my favourite rings. Like hell was I giving them to this dude!
âHonestly, I got these from some antique shop for the cheapest price ever,â I huffed, raising the plastic bag between us and trying to ignore the way my heartbeat picked up when the manâs eyes narrowed, gun pressing just a little bit harder against my cold skinâokay, I have started sweating, âBut you can totally take this bag! Like, man, itâs all yours, really! Iâm not even hungry anymore! My momâs hot dogs can wait for another day, you can have it, man.â
âWhat the fucââ But before the man could even finish his sentence, he was gone. Likeâgone. Whisked away, or some shit. I stood there, dumbfounded, mouth gaping and blinking at nothing. I swear, the man was in front of me a second ago and now heâsânot anymore? I gulped, squeezing the plastic bag to my chestâdisregarding the fact that I could crack the eggsâand slowly looked around, now finally acknowledging the fact that I was really panicking. What do you mean I was being threatened a second ago at gunpoint and now that motherfucker disappeared into thin air?! Did I inhale something sketchy when I passed those two dudes in front of the convenience store? Was I hallucinating now? Has the trauma induced by my motherâs ex finally caught up to me, ready to torment me? Am I going toâthe soft thump in front of me made me freeze as I slowly moved my eyes from the sky towards where I heard the sound come from andâyeah, I screamed.
âHey, hey, wait!â Whatever that thing was called out, making my eyes widen as I accidentally stumbled back, certainly about to fall into a puddle, butâa web shot out towards me from that thingâs wrist and caught me mid-air, gently stabilizing me, âHey, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to scare you. Iâm not here to hurt you! I justâsaved you, actually.â
The soundâwell, voiceâcoming from underneath that thingâsâmanâsâmask was boyish and a little bit distorted, but I could hear itsâhisâtone very well, still. It was soft and sounded rather concerned. Having realized that I was still gaping towards thisâsomethingâwith my heart practically in my throat, I closed my mouth and blinked furiously, trying to clear my head as I shook my body in case this was a dreamâit seemed like the perfect moment to wake up, before it could turn even weirder.
âOkay,â The masked thingâman, guy, whateverâmused, clearly sounding amused now, âIâve never seen anyone react like that to Spiderman, actually.â
âA spider what?â I asked confused, eyebrows furrowing as I held onto the bag even tighter. For a moment, there was completeâawkwardâsilence.
âSpiderman?â The person sounded unsure as they scratched their nape, its mask blinking. I jumped, allowing my eyes to fully take in thisâcreature?! Why did it look like a real man if they called themselves a Spiderman?! As if all that wasnât enough, the person was tall enough to loom over my form in its red and blue glory, the costume moulding against their lean andâsoftlyâmuscular body, looking like a second skin, almost. The design was intricate, and I could swear it looked like it had some actual web sewed into it. All in all, the outlook was quite cool, itâs just that it was confusing to look atâŚhim? I mean, the person did look like a man, alrightâa fine one, on top of thatâand they did call themselves a man, so.
âAre you going toâmorph into a spider or some shit?â I found myself asking, sounding less mortified than I felt on the inside. That was good, no? I meanâŚthis creature still hadnât attacked me or killed me, so we were getting somewhere, right?
âMorph into a spiderââ And then the creatureâmanâwas laughing hard and loudly, doubling over as its body shook, hitting its knees with its hands, making me narrow my eyes at them. Nothing about what I had asked was funny. I was genuinely confused. Was this some kind of prank? Would I end up going viral all over the internet? Where were the cameras?
âIâm not Antman.â
âAntman doesnât turn into an ant.â I deadpanned, the stranger in front of me raising up to their full height again, quieting down. I swear to God, I could just about slightly see their lips pursed, but the mask did a good job at concealing every feature of the strangerâs.
âYeah, youâre actually right.â The stranger seemed to agree with me, and if I had to take a guess, he was probably smiling underneath his mask, âSo, if Antman doesnât turn into an actual ant, do you think Spiderman will turn into an actual spider?â
âWhere are we? At school?â I deadpanned sarcastically, eyebrows furrowing as I just realized the web this creature had shot towards me to stop me from falling into the puddle was still clinging to my forearm. Ew.
âRight, Iâmâoh.â The stranger cut themselves off as something on their left arm started buzzing, quiet beeping catching my attention as I looked towards his wrist, at which the weirdo was blinking down at nowâwell, their mask was, âSorry, duty calls, them bad boys are asking for it again. Are you far from home?â
âNo, I live right down the street.â I found myself answering whatsoever, the fear of getting murdered miraculously gone despite this weird encounter.
âCool, then hurry home before it gets later and more dangerous.â The strangerâs voice was friendly, and I watched as they bent their knees a few times, looking like they were about to launch themselves away.
âWaitââ I quickly said, biting my lower lip when the masked man turned his head towards me, âwhereâs the guy that was threatening me?â
The stranger just shrugged his shoulders once, and I could hear the smile in his voice, âDonât worry about him, he wonât bother you again anytime soon.â
âOh, okay.â I whispered, eyes widened once the stranger shot another web from their wrist, this one quite long as it latched onto the side of an abandoned factory. Wow, just how was that possible? Wouldnât it break? No, wait, it was able to hold me without breaking, so it certainly wouldnât break under this manâs weightâisnât that impressive?!
âHey,â Snapped out of my thoughts, I was surprised to find the man crouched down, funnily resembling a frog, âIâm glad I found you at the right time, but try to be more careful next time, Iâm afraid I wonât be always around to save you.â
I gulped and nodded, feeling my cheeks tinge red a little, âThanksâŚSpiderman?â
The person chuckled, soft and a little deep, somehow the voice modulator unable to properly mask the sound, and thenâas quickly as he had appeared in front of my eyes out of thin airâhe was gone just like that too. I whipped my head up with my mouth falling open, watching in awe as the man swung around from building to building, making it seem like nothing. He had some mad trust in those webs of his, I could never. My fear of heights simply would make me too terrified to frail around like that, so high up in the sky. One misstep andâwell, youâre dead.
The loud barks of a dog coming from a house down the street made me jump, and I realized I shouldâve long made my way home. Couldnât have my mother worrying about me so soon, and so, heeding the advice of thisâŚSpiderman, I hurried the rest of the way back home, reminding myself to look up this mysteryâhero?
           Well, school turned out to be the complete opposite of my expectations. The ambush I was waiting for as I walked through the large front doorsâwell, it never happened. People swarming towards me, desperate to meet and greet the new girlâthat, also didnât happen. Perhaps I misjudged the situation at first, after all, not all people were so eager to make new friends, but to not have at least one single person approach me wasâsimply put, odd. Well, it was odd until I found out the reason as to why everyone seemed to steer clear from my path, avert their eyesâor even going to the length of staring at the ground while they walked past meâor why I heard whispers behind my back everywhere I went. Theyâve heard what my âstep-fatherâ had done. By now, everyone knew why my mother and I had to move to a new city, yet nobody bothered enough to hear the full storyâor at least wait before judging me. He wasnât even my step-father, actually, my mother never got to marry him with how heâs now locked up in federal prison, rotting away in a cell.
âDid you hear her father stabbed the man one hundred times?â
âDo you think sheâs also a psychopath?â
âShe does look like one, if you ask me.â
âWho even allowed her to enrol in our school?!â
âWait, what if she carries a knife on her like her father did?!â
âDo you think her father brought her out with himself to hunt for his prey together?â
Were some of the absurd whispers I managed to catch during the four hours that Iâve been at my new school, and these questions just kept getting more hilarious and deranged each time I heard them.
âYes, and he made sure to teach me how to smell a weakling, too.â I had smirked, just barely turning my head, to look at the blonde girl in line behind me as we were waiting for our turn to pick up our food, âUsually blondies like you are easy to lure in, sweetheart. Less yapping and paying more attention to your surroundings might save you next time from saying something embarrassing about said person standing right next to you.â
The blondeâs eyes had almost bulged out of her eye sockets just as it was our turn to pick up our food for the day, and then I was off to find a table that was still empty as I knew no one would want to sit next to me. Thankfully, the canteen of the high-school was spacious enough.
And after that, not much happened other than people unabashedly staring my way and whispering, the teachers being either very nice or acting uncaring towards me. And by the middle of the day, I was finally ready to head home, but I had yet to power through two more classes. And if that didnât sound excruciating enough, the loud laughter suddenly dying down as a group of girls passed by me, certainly brought a sour taste into my mouth. I couldnât help myself as I played into the rumours and hissed at the girls, making them scramble off in a frenzy. I chuckled, and quite quickly almost choked on my own spit as someone had started to chuckle behind me, scaring the living daylights out of me. I hadâfoolishlyâassumed I was alone in the hallway, wanting to pick up a few books from my locker before I would head to my next class. I had zero intentions to pay attention in my last two classes, reading some manga will do for the time being.
âYouâre not helping yourself by feeding into these peopleâs delusions.â The same voice that had chuckled spoke up as I whirled around, totally not expecting to see the loomingly tall guy from my classes, leaned against the lockers, a dashing smile on his face. Fuck. Did he have to be so handsome?
âSpeaking to the âdaughterâ of a criminal? How daring,â I whispered, faking a deranged smile as I grabbed something out of my pocket, âArenât you afraid you might be my next victim? Considering the fact that these stupid kids at school seem to think Iâve killedâfifteen people already?!â
And to that morbid âjokeâ, I certainly didnât expect my cuteâand handsomeâclassmate to burst out laughing. His puffy cheeks had a natural rosiness to them and I couldnât fight the smile on my lips as I noticed the tips of his ears had turned slightly red as well. He laughed with his whole mouth, hand shielding it and ohâhis fingers were nice. Long. Wellâmy classmate looked down at my hand, still laughing, as I held a plastic fork oh so menacingly and threateningly, pointed towards his chest.
âWhy do you have a plastic fork in your jacket?â My classmate asked amused, narrowing his eyes teasingly, âWere you waiting all day long just to do that?â
âNo!â I exclaimed mortified, hiding the plastic fork behind my back. God, this is now really embarrassing, âI justâI was wearing this jacket when my mom and I were moving in. I bought some food and this fork, apparently, and then completely forgot about it and left it in my pocket.â
I could swear I heard my classmate mutter a âcuteâ before he straightened up, dusting his seemingly completely spotless jeans. Oh, God, okay, heâs tall tall. I gulped as I slightly had to look up at him, feeling so completely little despite having a quite decent height for a girlânot that thereâs anything wrong with any type of heights.
âI meant to greet you during our lunch break, but my friends wouldnât let me leave,â My classmate spoke up while scratching the back of his head, looking sheepish. I had to force my eyes to move up to his face from his hands, only to have my stomach doing weird flips. Oh, hell no, I was not about to have a crush on someoneâlet alone my classmateâthe very first day I get to my new high-school. But the guy wore washed out blue jeans, looking a little baggy, and he had a white, probably, t-shirt peeking out from underneath his green long-sleeved blouse, a jersey with our schoolâs logo thrown over it. And the blue and white bandana around his greyish-greenishâand blueish in certain lightningâhair certainly pulled his outfit together, making him look really good. And despite considering myself someone who is almost always well dressed, I felt quite plain looking right now. Absentmindedly, I started playing with one of my many rings that I was wearing, âMy name is Jeong Yunho, by the way.â
Right, Jeong Yunho. Iâve caught his name from the teachers and a few classmates already. I smiled, nodding a little, âYeah, Iâve heard your name a few times this morning. Iâm Kang Y/N.â
âItâs nice to officially meet you, then, Y/N.â I chuckled and shook his extended hand, totally trying not to gape at how big it was and how awfully well it enveloped around mine. Plus, his hand was way too hot, almost to the point it was burning my freezing hand.
âYou too.â I found myself answering, but not quite present as I tried to pull my hand out of Yunhoâs before I would start gushing about his fingers. God, when have I turned into this person? Yeah, I had a thing for hands, fingers, and rings, sue meâbut never have I had it this badly for someone I just met.
âSo,â Yunho said cheerily, clapping his hands together as I pushed mine inside my jacketâs pockets, âDo you want me to show you around school? I know a few good hiding spots for when youâre in the mood to skip classes.â
âArenât we supposed to be in class right now, though?â I asked confused, looking down the empty hallway. The bell had rung a good ten minutes ago, but I had figured the teacherâs would be lenient with me today as I was new andâdidnât actually know my way around school just yet.
âNah,â Yunho chuckled, his features really boyish andâcuteâdamn it, âI spoke to the teacher, it was his idea to ask me to show you around, actually. Youâll find Mr. Kim a rather odd man, but heâs cool and really smart.â
âOh, okay,â I muttered, pursing my lips as I opened my locker to put away my books as I didnât need them anymore, âbut for the record, that guy everyone is talking about, isnât my father. Weâre not related, not even a little bit. Heâs a psycho and Iâm glad heâs locked up for life.â
I didnât mean to sound soârough, but I hated the fact that everybody so quickly assumed things about me that werenât even true. Yeah, I didnât exactly want to be bothered and make new friends, but one or two people wouldâve been still nice if they did approach me.
âYeah, I donât exactly care,â Yunho said with a casual shrug, giving me a small smile that made his cheeks puff out a little bit, âcall it a spidey sense, but I think youâre a really nice person.â
My eyes narrowed as I huffed quietly, crossing my arms in front of my chest as Yunho grinned, looking ready to finally show me around, âSpeaking of spiders, who the fuck is this Spiderman?â
           If there was one thing in the world that I would find no matter where I wasâthat was a skatepark. No matter how much I love watching anime and reading mangas, skateboarding just so happens to be a little higher up on the scarce list of my likes and dislikes. And after having cruised around my neighbourhood, narrowly avoiding the masses as I refused to step down off my skateboard, I finally found a skatepark. It wasnât too packed, which was really awesomeâI never actually liked it when it was full of rowdy kids wanting to show offâand it was in walkingâor ridingâdistance from the neighbourhood I live in. At least the people around here look a little bit friendlier than the ones back on my street, my mother would finally have something to be happy about. She hates our new placeâunderstandably soâand is restlessly looking for a new job, to the point that I had to shut her laptop off last night for her and send her to bed. Who is being the responsible adult now, huh, mom?
Today was my third day at school andâwell, it could have been worse, to be fair. My peers still looked at me like I had two headsâor was carrying a knife on meâthey still whispered made up shit about meâof course, they did, it was barely my third dayâbut somehow having Yunho around slightly helped? Yeah, Yunhoâwell, he is quite adamant on being my friend despite me very obviously ruining his perfect reputation. It wasnât hard to notice just how popular this dude actually is at school. Everyone greets him in the hallways, people flock to him every few minutes, and heâs always smiling and making small talk with everyone. He does have his closer-knit friend groupâwho very obviously are not fond of meâyet he still somehow makes it seem like heâs friends with absolutely everyone. I wounder if heâs ever had an enemy in his life beforeâless likely, to be fair. With a face and personality like his, I donât think anyone would have the guts to hate that guy.
But putting thoughts of Yunho aside and sending a quick text to my mother to inform her about my whereabouts, I placed my phone back in the back pocket of my jeans, and took off towards the slope. My skateboard glided smoothly along the ground as I passed by a few other skaters, the sky darkening soon as evening was slowly approaching. A group of guys were huddled together and watching something on their phones as I did a 360, grinning as they cast glances my way after the little trick I pulled. I wasnât a big trick master, never too bothered to actually learn the ones that were more dangerous, however the few tricks I did know were pretty cool and nicely executed. Arriving to the slope, I stepped my left foot off the skateboard and looked down, watching a few skaters glide down and do tricks. The slope wasnât too high nor too big, I had no problem going down it. So, stepping back onto my skateboard, I kicked off and grinned as my heart started pumping faster, the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream. I had tied my hair in a low ponytail, not keen of having it whipped in my face by the wind.
I grinned as my path was clear, making it possible for me to do a kickflip, my skateboard lifting and turning as I raised my knees high up, letting out a quiet huff as the moment was soon over and my feet were planted on my skateboard again, the speed and force enough to help me glide up on the other end of the slope. A guy and girl were at the top, both clapping casually as I grinned, doing a 180 turn before stepping off my skateboard.
âNice one.â The girl praised and I bowed my head slightly, grinning.
âThanks, youâre pretty cool yourself too.â I complimented her, having seen her do an âalley-oop backside 50-50 grindâ. The girl grinned and did a mock salute before she was off the slope, in no time doing a 540 backside, making the guysâand myselfâcheer for her. She had some nice skills; I had to give it to her. The girl grinned as she came to a stop at the top of the other end of the slope, shooting thumbs up towards us. I chuckled and walked to the side, taking a seat as my legs dangled off the slope. I had been riding around for more than half an hour, I could use a break right now. Besides, taking in my âcompetitorsâ was always a smart move. And I mean, maybe I could make some friends too here? That girl seems pretty cool and the tricks she knows are awesome. I watched her do an âairwalkâ, then âolliedâ off the side of the slope as she was headed towards a ledge grind, where she went for a âbackside nose slipâ. I placed my hands underneath my thighs as another guy went barrelling down the other end of the slope, doing a 50-50 grind as he came up on the side I was sitting at, before heading for a smaller ramp, nailing a âfrontside bonelessâ. I pursed my lips and nodded, appreciating his technique as the bigger crowd of boys now kicked off too, weaving through the smaller ramps, doing tricks as one of them was headed for the slope. He grinned as he kicked off his skateboard, picking up speed as he went from one side to the other, winking at me as he did a 50-50 grind, making me snort. But he wasnât done trying to impress the people who were watching him, and he daringly went ahead and did a âCasper Flipâ, my eyes widening at how smoothly he nailed it. That was a trick I have tried to learn one too many times, but in the end my legs just got jumbled togetherâand not having enough patienceâI just gave up on it.
The guy did another kickflip and then he was off towards his friends, who were loudly cheering him on, patting his back. I chuckled and looked around, noticing it was golden hour. It was beautiful, the sun coated everything in orange, reflecting off the windows of the tall buildings surrounding the park. I smiled and grabbed my phone, snapping a few pictures off it before I realized it was getting really late now and I still had to finish my Geography homework. So, just as I stood up, suddenly loud cheers erupted all around me, making me look around curiously. But there wasnât anyone performing any cool or hard tricks, so I looked on confused, up until I saw someone pointing upwards. And as I looked up too, squinting as the golden hue of the sunlight was harsh to the bare eyes, I noticed something swinging from building to building. Red and blue and webs. Ah, Spiderman. I chuckled as I glanced at the kids in the park again, noticing the awe and excitement as they waved and pointed at theâhero?
âSpiderman!â A younger looking girl cried out, waving so hard her arm threatened to fall off any minute now, her phone in her hand, no doubt recording Spiderman. But the guy was too high-up to hear anyone call out for him. I grabbed my skateboard and placed my phone back in my pocket before I was off the slope, doing a few ollies and kickflips in the process, skirting around the mini-ramps, opting to just casually stroll out of the park. I pushed my hands in my pockets and allowed the skateboard to roll at an acceptable speed, smiling at the cool girl when she waved at me, noticing that I was on my way out. However, as my attention was on her, I failed to notice a guy rolling towards me rather quickly, in the midst of doing an airwalk, completely oblivious to me as he grinned at the camera his friend had pointed towards him. And when I finally turned my head to look ahead, it was too late as the guy and my skateboards crashed together, making me cry out in surprise. In no time was I tumbling towards the cold ground, bracing myself for the impact, thinking I would end up with scrapped elbowsâif nothing anything worse.
But the impact never came and I stood frozen, hearing whispers around me and the other guyâs moans of pain. My eyebrows furrowed as I slowly opened one eye, mouth falling completely open as Yunho stood leaning over me, one strong arm holding me up around my middle, my body inches away from the ground. His eyes searched my face for a second before a huge smile stretched onto his lips, chuckling at my befuddlement as my heart continued to race. Since when was Yunho at the skatepark? And how did I fail to notice him? And why was I blushing so hard as he helped me stand up straight?
âOhâuhâhi.â I muttered, feeling flustered as Yunho didnât release me despite me being back on my two feet, âThanks, thatâsâimpressive. Uhâsince when were you at the park?â
Yunho chuckled and averted his eyes, his ears reddening suspiciously as he released me at last, âJust nowâI mean, I was around. At the back, uh, IâI was passing by when I saw someone I knew in here andâare you okay?â
âItâs not me you have to be worried about.â I said with a grimace, pointing at the other guy that was now sitting on the ground, clutching his elbow to his chest.
âHey, are you okay?â Yunho sounded worried as he walked over, crouching down.
âYeah, I donât think itâs broken.â The guy said and Yunho pursed his lips, looking alright with his answer, however, he still went and helped him off the ground, muttering something to the guy as he nodded and grabbed his skateboard before going off.
âWhatâd you say to him?â I asked curiously, looking up at Yunho with my eyebrows raised. He cleared his throat and ran his long fingers through his hair, the redness from his ears spreading to his neck now.
âThat he should go to the doctor, it might not be broken but you knowâŚa smaller rupture or something might still have happened.â Yunho explained and I hummed, looking around as I didnât know what to say or do. The kids were slowly going home, the skatepark emptying, streetlamps illuminating the streets as the sun was gone now. It was time for me to head home.
âI have toââ
âWould you like toââ
Yunho and I looked at each other with our eyes wide, both a little embarrassed for speaking over the other. I could feel my face heat up and I looked down at the ground, stepping on the heel of my skateboard in order to hold it up, to have something to distract myself with.
âSorry, you go first.â Yunho said, voice quiet as a car honked loudly as it narrowly avoided another one that just stopped without putting the hazard lights on.
âOh,â I licked my lips before looking up at Yunho, for a second captured by his chocolate brown eyes. His silver-greenish-bluish hair was out of his eyes today, swept back a little messily with a middle part at his forehead, strands wavier than yesterday or the day before. It softened his features in a sweet way, âNo, uhm, were you going to ask me something?â
âYeah, Iââ Yunho took his bottom lip between his teeth, hesitating for a second, âWould you like to grab something from the convenience store? Soda or anything elseâŚâ
I pursed my lips, calculating in my head whether I had enough money on me to go spend it at the convenience store, however, Yunho mistook my silence as a refusal, his cheeks instantly inflaming hot pink, âYou donât have to! Iâm sorry, that was too much, IâI know we just met a few days ago, butââ
âIâd like to go, Yunho.â I cut his panicked ramble off, smiling at him amused. Yunho gaped for a second longer at me, but then he shut his mouth and chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. Why did he have to look so cute whenever he did that?
âOh, cool, thereâs a store right across the street.â Yunho pointed behind me, making me look back. Huh, I havenât even noticed the convenience store before, but perhaps thatâs because the windows were dusted up and there were no signs indicating that it was still in function, âOh, it looks dodgy from the outside but they even have arcade games inside! I really like that place.â
âSure, letâs go then.â I shrugged and offered Yunho a wide smile, taking off towards the exit of the park, âBut I canât stay for long, my mother will be worried about me no matter how many texts I send that Iâm fine.â
Yunhoâs chuckle mirrored mine behind me, and I pushed the gate open, stepping aside and holding the door open for Yunho. He thanked me and walked ahead, waiting for me at the crossroad. It took me a second to notice his cardigan, which was blue and super fluffy, and its hood had ears. It looked cuteâwhy was everything cute about this guy? I quickly averted my eyes off Yunho when he turned to check that I was still keeping up with himâwalking behind him, since his legs are too long and I canât keep up with himâslowing down a little when he noticed I was struggling to hold my skateboard and also keep up his pace.
âDo you want me to carry that for you?â He asked with a smile, pointing at the skateboard.
âAh, no, I got this.â I grinned, giving him a thumps-up, making Yunho chuckle as he quickly turned his head, muttering something to himself. As we arrived in front of the store, Yunho pushed the door open for me this time and stepped aside, ushering me inside. The place was actually well lit and there was a nice vanilla scent wafting through the air. I smiled as the clerk greeted us, beckoning us further inside. The walls were a neon yellow and fridge after fridge lined up against it, a few tables stern across in the middle of the space. It wasnât a huge store, just enough for about ten people to fit inside. But the arcade Yunho talked about was nowhere to be seen.
âSo, whereâs that arcade at, huh?â I teased as I followed Yunho to a fridge, his grin so wide it stretched across his whole face. He sneaked a glance my way before turning towards a door I assumed were the toilets, and pointed one long finger at it.
âBeyond that door.â He answered and the opened the fridge, grabbing one strawberry milk for himself. I hummed and pursed my lips as I looked through the window of the fridges, trying to decide what I was craving. And chocolate milk was the winner as I grinned while grabbing it out of the fridge. The music wasnât too loud inside the store, just the right volume if you wanted to have a conversation without bothering others or getting overheard. Yunho stood by the front desk, apparently conversing with the clerk, the two huddled close together. I narrowed my eyes at the two as I approached, propping my skateboard up against the sturdy wood of the front desk. The clerk cleared his throat upon noticing me and pulled back, plastering a generic smile on his face. His sharp eyes werenât the friendliest, but he didnât seem malicious.
âWhatâd you get?â Yunho asked as he looked down at me, still leaning against the front desk, arms crossed and resting on the wooden table. I placed my chocolate milk next to his strawberry one and smiled.
âChocolate milk, havenât had it in a really long time.â Wellâdoes one consider three days ago a long time ago? Because I do, certainly. Yunho hummed and then faced the clerk again, nudging his head in the direction of our items.
âThink you can put them on my tab, Joong?â Yunhoâs grin held mischief as he snickered in the clerkâs direction, whoâs eyes narrowed.
âThis isnât a bar, Yunho, no, I canât put it on your tab.â The clerkâs voice held exasperation as he heaved a long sigh, âYou still havenât paid for your last purchaseââ
âHey! I thought we had an agreement about that one!â Yunho exclaimed, looking offended as the clerk just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
âFine, but next time you are paying for every item you have bought from me and havenât paid for yet this month.â Yunho giggledâactually giggled and something in my stomach coiled at the warm and cute sound of itâas he grabbed our strawberry and chocolate milks, winking at the clerk.
âI wonât be coming around too soon, then, Joong.â The clerk just rolled his eyes again and grabbed for his phone from his hoodieâs pocket.
âWeâll see about that spiderâI meanâspidey obsessed dude.â I laughed a little at the clerkâs words, however it quickly died down when I saw the way Yunho froze and the clerkâs eyes widened just a fraction. Sensing the sudden weird tension in the air, I cleared my throat and grabbed my chocolate milk out of Yunhoâs hand.
âThank you for your generosityââ I raised my eyebrows, not feeling it adequate to call the clerk by the nickname Yunho did.
âHongjoong,â It was Yunho who answered though, the clerk seemed a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, âHeâs a good friend of mine, so donât worry about it.â
âGood friend of mine,â Hongjoong, the clerk, mocked with a grimace, âWeâve known each other since they day you were born, you idiot.â
âHey, so what?!â Yunho stuck his tongue out, and before I could thank Hongjoong properly for letting me have a free strawberry milk, Yunho was gripping my arm and pulling me towards the table furthest from the front desk. In a haste, I grabbed my skateboard and grinned at Hongjoong, bowing my head a little as he blinked before offering me the smallest smile Iâve ever seen. Well, what a colourful personality this shorter guy had.
Yunho was seemingly eager to reach our table as he had plopped down into a seat just as we got to it, excitedly opening his strawberry milk, making me chuckle. I placed my own chocolate milk on the table, not noticing how close it was to the edge as I placed my skateboard on the floor, and then shrugged my jacket off. It was warm enough inside to get rid of it, and so, as I went to put my jacket on the back of my chair, I accidentally knocked my hand into my chocolate milk, sending it towards the ground. However, as I gasped and went to reach for it, Yunhoâs hand was already extended, small carton held securely in his big hand. I blinked, staring at Yunho for a second before I placed the jacket on the back of the chair and took a seat opposite him.
âThanks.â I muttered as he extended the chocolate milk towards me, only just now noticing that the nail on his left ring finger was painted a dark blue. I tried to fight the blush that threatened to bloom on my cheeks as our fingers touched, eyes trained onto the table and subsequently on Yunhoâs hands as they were both resting on top of it. He wore a few black rings and his whole outfit was casual wear once again, yet it looked really well put together. As I fiddled with the lid of my chocolate milk, I tried to ignore how hot Yunhoâs hand felt again, and blamed it on the fact that my hands were always cold, âYouâve got some really nice reflexes, Yunho.â
My eyebrows raised as Yunho choked on his strawberry milk, coughing a little as he hit his chest a few times, struggling to regulate his breaths again. WellâI suppose I must have said something wrong, then? However, I failed to understand what exactly that I said wasâwell, wrong or triggering.
âYeah, sorry,â Yunho cleared his throat at last, chugging half of his strawberry milk down, âthank you, Iâuh, Iâve always been, uh, fast?â
âIs that a question?â I asked with a chuckle, pushing the little straw inside the little bottle before I took a small sip.
âNo! Iââ Yunho smacked his lips together, ears red once again, âI do have good reflexes, youâre right. Not many people notice.â
âI mean,â I chuckled, smiling at him, âthatâs weird since itâs so obvious.â
âIt is?â Yunho asked confused, scratching the back of his head.
âA little bit.â I whispered, averting my eyes as I became shy under Yunhoâs watchful gaze. He was a tiny bit intimidating, but overall, really niceâand cute, damn it.
âSo,â Yunho cleared his throat, keen on changing the subject, âHow do you like it here?â
I shrugged, placing my hands on the table as I started playing with my rings, âI havenât even been here for a week yet, butâitâs fine? I supposeâI mean, it could be a lot worse.â
âDonât like where you live?â When my eyebrows furrowed, Yunho seemed to choke a little on his strawberry milk again, âI meanâthe neighbourhood! Or likeâyour neighbours orâsomething.â
âYeah,â I chuckled, finding it a little endearing how easily flustered Yunho got. In school we couldnât talk for long as his friends would always interrupt us, boisterous and loud for no reason, âYou are quite spot on with that, what gave you the hint?â
âOh, I,â Yunho gestured around, shrugging a little, âfigured since you were at the skatepark. Itâs not that big nor very equipped. Others would want to go the central one, close to the big mall.â
âThereâs one there too?â I quirked up in interest, âI have missed riding around, so I wasnât in a search for a skatepark necessarily, you see, I came across this one randomly. And Iâm glad I did, because I saw some really cool tricks the others were doing.â
âHow long have you been skating for?â Yunho asked in interest, leaning forward, chin resting on his intertwined hands.
âUhm,â I hummed, looking up towards the ceiling as I tried to count the years, âTen, maybe? But I only ever skated for fun.â
âItâs a pretty cool skill and hobby to have.â Yunho grinned, eyes falling onto my skateboard as I placed my right leg on top of it, smiling at his compliment, âAnd Iâve also noticed that you like reading?â
âOh,â I flushed a little, biting the straw of my chocolate milk before I took a gulp, âyeah, I really like readingâmangas.â
âReally?!â Yunho exclaimed, shouting over the smooth melody playing from the radio. I sneaked a glance towards Hongjoong, and quite frankly, wasnât surprised to see him watching Yunho with narrowed eyes, it almost made me chuckle at how obliviousâor uncaringâYunho was towards Hongjoongâs apparent annoyance with him.
âReally.â I chuckled, raising my eyebrows, âWhy are you so excited, you also like mangas?â
âOh, well, not meânot that I have anything against them! They are like super cool and such!â Yunho rambled on, averting his eyes as I tried to fight my amused grin off my face, âMangas are cool, is what Iâm trying to say, however, itâs my best friend that really likes them.â
âHongjoong?â I asked interested, happy to have something to talk about with Hongjoong since I would be returning to this store as it was straight across the skatepark.
âMingi, actually.â Yunho muttered, slumping back in his seat, âYou know, our classmate.â
âOh, Song Mingi?â Meaning, the guy thatâs been staring daggers at me anytime Yunho even as much as came in my vicinity? I figured this Mingi guy wasnât a huge a fan of me, not that I could do anything about it, really. If some people wanted to believe the rumours, I couldnât do anything about that.
âHim, yeah,â Yunho muttered, pursing his lips, âI promise heâs not a douche even if he acts like it at timesââ
âAll the time.â I added with a chuckle, making Yunho look away.
âHeâll warm up to you.â He tried to cheer me up, but I just shrugged.
âAnd if he doesnât, itâs fine, Yunho.â I reassured him with another smile, âItâs not like we can like everyone.â
âTrue, butânow that you two have something in common he will give in to you, trust me.â Yunho looked quite convinced and I just chuckled as I nodded once, taking some more sips of my chocolate milk.
âSo, if Mingi and I like reading mangas, what do you like, Yunho?â I raised my eyebrows, definitely ignoring the way my heartrate picked up when an abashed smile stretched onto Yunhoâs lips and he looked up through his lashes at me.
âVideo games, like, a lot.â There was an excited glint in Yunhoâs eyes as he ran his fingers through his hair, âI eat and breathe video games.â
I giggled and nodded as Yunho went on a short rant about his favourite video games and which were best to play if you were a beginnerâlike meâand which were more challenging and not too nerve-wrecking as he apparently had a problem of controlling his rage when playing video games. Which seemed so unnatural of Yunho, who was always calm and sweet, nice, and helpful to everyone. Not that I had known him for long, but the more time I spent with him, the quicker I realized that he truly is the way he portrays himself to be. I laughed as Yunho retold a story of him being so mad at losing a game that he scared his dog, which then jumped off the bed and got tangled in the wires, and almost completely destroyed Yunhoâs TV. Well, I suppose Yunho learned not to rage in front of his dog after that dayâif he wanted to keep his TV intact.
We had both long finished our respective drinks and as I had glanced down at my phone, I realized it was lateâmy mother would whoop my ass for staying out for so long. Hongjoong didnât look too happy either as Yunho and I got ready to leave, and I threw an apologetic smile at him as Yunho stayed back for a few minutes. I stood in front of the store, waiting for Yunho, just enjoying the chilly air as the wind blew through the streets of the city.
âOkay, letâs go.â Yunho said once he joined me outside, smiling.
âWhere do you live?â I asked, pushing my hands in the pockets of my jacket.
âAround.â Yunhoâs answer was short and then he motioned down the sidewalk, âLetâs go, Iâll walk you home.â
âYou donât have to!â I squeaked, growing embarrassed all of a sudden, âI donât want to bother you. Itâs already late, your parents must be worried.â
âThey certainly arenât,â Yunho chuckled, leaning down to be eye level with me, âthey are out on a date tonight and they arenât coming back until late into the night. So, letâs go.â
âOh,â I muttered, biting my bottom lip and before I could grab my skateboard, it was already in Yunhoâs hands as he skipped down the sidewalk happily. I chuckled and followed after him, having to jog to actually catch up with his long strides, âYou know, Yunho, not everyone was blessed with long legs like yours.â
Yunhoâs ears turned red again as he instantly slowed down, scratching his nape, âRight, sorry. Sometimes I forget Iâm tall and likeâsuper quick too.â
âYouâre like the Flash or something.â I teased with a chuckle, however, Yunhoâs eyebrows furrowed and he was suddenly pouting.
âThe Flash?â He asked, sounding almost offended, âHeâs not even that cool, Y/N.â
âIs he not?â I deadpanned, raising my eyebrows at Yunho.
âHe really isnât.â Yunho huffed, cheeks puffing out even more, making him look adorable despite him sulking.
âWell then, who do you think is cool, Yunho?â I asked, genuinely interested about his opinion.
âSpiderman, of course!â He exclaimed as if that were obvious, making me scoff.
âYou donât even know who the guy is.â I muttered, as we stopped at a red light.
âDo you know who the Flash is?â Yunhoâs eyes narrowed as he stared down at me, and I huffed.
âWell, no, butâI donât know, Iâm new to the city. I donât know anything about Spiderman, of course Iâm biased towards someone else.â I ended up explaining my reasoning and Yunho just hummed as the red light turned green and we crossed the road.
âWell, let me help you out, then.â Yunho grinned and suddenly grabbed my jacket, steering me away from a lamppost. I chuckled in embarrassment and thanked him quietly before he could continue talking, âSo, Spiderman is likeâsuper cool, you know? He helps the city whenever something really bad happens. He likeâyou knowâhe makes order. Puts bad people in jail and saves innocent civilians. Also! He doesnât just save people, he helps old people cross the road, rescues poor animals living on the streets, even feeds pigeons! And Iâve seen him once cleaning the windows of a really high building since everybody else refused to go up that high. And he takes pictures with children, you know? Shows up at the cityâs fair and has never once turned down an invitation from the mayor to represent the good force of the city alongside with the cops, of course.â
As Yunho took a deep breath, having rushed all that out in one breath, I couldnât help but burst out laughing, having to press a hand against my mouth to muffle the sounds. Iâve never seen Yunho as passionate about somethingâexcept for video gamesâbefore, and as hilarious he looked with his eyebrows furrowed and lips pouting every few secondsâfuck, he was just as cuteâso cute in fact, that I nearly tripped over nothing, but he was too lost in his excitement to notice, thankfully. Having slightly calmed down my heart, I glanced at Yunho, amused to see him clutching my skateboard against his chest, giving me a small glare.
âIâm sorry,â I said with a chuckle, clearing my throat, âYou just sound an awful lot like you have a crush on Spiderman.â
Yunho scoffed, but he couldnât fight the smile off his lips anymore, âEveryone has a crush on Spiderman, donât you too?â
âI donât know him well enough to have a crush on him just yet.â Yunhoâs eyes narrowed for a split second.
âYet, you say?â
âYet, I say.â
And then I watched as Yunho turned the corner, skipping a few steps ahead as he led the way down my street, headed towards my house. I donât think I remember having told him about where I live?
           Yunhoâs generosity seemed to be endlessâand perhaps I was already starting to get used to, which, wasnât exactly smart on my part. Yes, he was tall, handsome, boyish, and super cute with a personality of gold, butâwas I sure my mother and I would actually settle down here? Was it really smart to start crushing on my classmate? Who Iâm sure everyone in this damned high-school has a crush on, because heâs really just that nice and that sweet. Teachers love him, his peers admire him and want to be around him all the time, his friends are protective of him andâdonât like me, thatâs now one hundred percent sure. Why? Well, because, I was just as baffled as they were this morning when upon entering the classroom, Yunho was out of his seat, completely abandoning the conversation he was having with San in order to approach me. Iâof course, like a deer caught in headlightsâfroze in my spot, thus blocking the entrance to the classroomâmaking a guy almost run into me as he was on his phone, not paying attention to what was happening in front of him. But Yunho didnât seem to mind my momentary shock as he grinned from ear to ear, his hair very fluffy as it was even wavier than yesterday, his outfit making me gulp before I managed to compose myself and force a smile onto my lips. He wore grey tech pants with a white shirtâtop two butting undoneâand a grey cardigan over it andâoh, he wore a fucking silver necklace at the base of his throat, that paired with his black rings for sure made me forget what planet Earth is for a secondâor twoâwho knows, my brain wasnât processing well at the moment.
And to render me even more speechless, Yunho draped an arm around my shoulders and completely nonchalantly veered me towards his friends. Choi San and Song Mingi. I saw the look on their facesâa mixture of surprise and well, disgustâbut San was quick to mask it with a cordial smile, while Mingiâwell, he didnât, not that I expected him to do so. And then before either could say something, Yunho announced that heâd be sitting with me in our English literature class, making me stare at him in surpriseâmirroring San and Mingiâs baffled expressions. Why did I have a feeling that right now I was their number one enemy? And then, to try and appease them, I bowed and muttered a quiet âsorryâ, before Yunho was already walking us to my usual seat, making me lick my lips as I tried to ignore the sudden nerves engulfing my whole body. And what was worse, was the fact that I could feel Mingiâs glare boring into the back of my mind during the whole class, making me scared to look back when the teacher announced that weâd have to do a project with our seatmate. Whichâto my delight, but poor overreactive heartâmade Yunho so excited he almost knocked over my water bottle as he started animatedly explaining which book we should choose and why. Before the bell could even ring, Mingi was out the door with a loud scoff, and San was rolling his eyes as he slowly approached us, muttering something about Mingi overreactingâagain.
Currently, however, we were in the canteen, trays in our hands full of food as Mingi lead the way, his form just as tall as Yunhoâs, but shoulders a little broader than Yunhoâs. Not that I have paid extra close attention to Yunhoâs form or anythingâyou know. San and Yunho were having a heated debate whether the Yorkshire Terrier or Bull Terrier was cutest, making San whine about not wanting a puppy anymore because of Yunhoâwhich was actually hilarious to hear as I saw zero to no similarities between the two breeds, except the fact that both were named Terriers.
âJust get a cat, oh, my God, San.â Mingi snapped loudly as he slammed his tray down against a tableâsmaller in size than the others and more at the back of the canteenâlooking up with a small glare at San, âCan you two not argue for one second?â
âWhatâs got your panties in a twist today, Ming?â San chuckled, raising an eyebrow as I felt a little awkward while Yunho took a seat across from Mingi. San went to sit next to Yunho, and for a second, I considered excusing myself and just sitting by myself rather than having to sit next to Mingi knowing heâd rather dieâor somethingâthan sit next to me. But, to my rescue, Yunho cleared his throat and looked at San expectantly, who quickly got the memo and chuckled, âRight.â
Then he moved to sit next to Mingi and I gulped as I took my seat next to Yunho, feeling like I was intrudingâwhich I probably was and as if Mingi had the same train of thought, he directed a quick glare at me.
âDidnât know weâd have to mingle with others today, is all.â He answered Sanâs previous question and I gulped as I looked down, placing my hands in my lap.
âOkay, Mingi.â Yunho snapped, his tone harshâand it was surprising, Iâve never heard him speak like that before, âWeâre allowed to make new friends, are we not?â
Mingi scoffed and then stuffed his mouth with a spoonful of rice, âYeah, with people who arenât criminals.â
âMingi, thatâs enough.â It was San talking now, face hardened and eyebrows furrowed before he looked at me, expression softening, âWe donât even know her.â
âIâm sorry, Iâll just go.â I said with a sigh, about to grab my tray when suddenly Yunhoâs hand grabbed mine, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at me.
âYouâre not going anywhere,â He said, sounding quite authoritative and determined to keep me there, âLetâs play a game where we ignore Mingi, howâs that sound?â
âI donâtââ
âOh, I really like the sound of that.â San said with a mischievous chuckle as he nudged Mingi in the side, making him roll his eyes before he wordlessly dug into his meal, going completely silent, âAnd at the same time I donât like the sound of silence, soâhow do you like it here, Y/N?â
I struggled to not choke on the spoonful of soup I had just taken into my mouth, a little surprised that one of Yunhoâs best friendsâ was addressing me directly, âOh, I, uhmâitâs fine. I meanâŚthe kids are nice here. Sort of.â The last part I only added in a quiet mutter, but Mingi heard it and chuckled, giving me a smirk that felt a little bit malicious. However, his expression quickly changed as he yelped, jumping in his seat before fixating his glare onto Yunho, eyes narrowing, but Yunho just continued eating like nothing happened.
âYeah, weâŚwerenât the nicest, sorry about that.â Sanâs cheeks tinged pink as he lowered his head a little, âI was raised to know better than to judge someone so easily, so, Iâd like to apologise.â
My eyes widened when San raised his head, eyes shining with sincerity and regret. I suddenly felt awkwardâwell, my day certainly was taking a turn for theâbetter? I couldnât tell just yet. I chuckled, shaking my head as I tried to play off Sanâs apology, it wasnât that big of a deal, really, âDonât worry about it, I get it. But for the recordâI have zero DNA that ties me to that evil fucker, in fact, I played the biggest part in his case as I had been victim to hisâabuse.â
A tense silence fell upon the table and suddenly I gulped, feeling terrible for trauma dumping so much on these three guys. Well, if they thought they could end up liking me up until a few seconds ago, the certainly wouldnât think so anymore. What a way to ruin something going well for myself for once. I cleared my throat, and averted my eyes when Mingi raised his head, his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes taking me in intensely. Yunhoâs body emitted a lot of warmth next to me all of a sudden, and he sighed loudly, shooting a very displeased look towards his two friends, âIâm sorry, we didnât mean to force you to share anything you didnât wantââ
âI wanted you to know, though.â I found myself saying, biting my bottom lip nervously, âI donât exactly care what the rumours say about me, but I feel angry when I hear people associate me with that monster. Heâs a terrible man and he deserves to be locked up somewhere far away from society. Heâs not my father and he wouldâve never been, even if my mother did end up marrying him.â
âYouâre really mature for someone our age.â San commented, lips stretched into a warm and friendly smile, âNot that we arenât mature! Actually! I am the most mature one in our friend group, you knowââ
âLike hell you are.â Mingi muttered before he averted his eyes, going back to eating his lunch.
âI am always the responsible one, looking out for these two idiotsââ But San ignored Mingi and then pointed at the two tall best friends, âThese two are always wreaking havoc, especially Yunho! Heâs all sweet and so kind, but heâs really just hiding his mischievous side. One time, in eight grade, he broke our homeroom teacher carâs windshield andââ
âOkay, enough oversharing, San!â Yunho exclaimed alarmed, crossing his arms in front of his chest in an âXâ manner, making me laugh as I looked at him then back at San, who had his lips pursed and eyes narrowed.
âRemember Mingi, when he stole that manga for you from the corner bookstore?â San smirked, nudging Mingi lightly, who had a frighteningly similar smirk to Sanâs crossing his features as he looked up.
âOh, I do. And remember when he absolutely destroyed Mrs. Kwanâs garden while riding his bike?â
âEnough, okay?!â Yunho exclaimed, his neck, ears, and cheeks flushed a deep red, eyebrows furrowed. I pressed a palm against my mouth, trying to muffle my bubbling laughter, but when San and Mingi simultaneously wiggled their eyebrows at Yunho, I couldnât hold it back anymore. I burst out laughing, slowly Sanâand surprisinglyâMingi joined us too while Yunho sulked, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed in front of his chest.
âItâs not funny!â He exclaimed, grabbing a chicken wing with his hand and biting into it, staring off to the side.
âOh, this guy was an absolute rascal when we were younger.â Mingi said, still laughing as he threw a pickle towards Yunho, who frowned at him and quickly ate it. I chuckled, amused by the three. Okay, if they werenât glaring and sending me displeased looks, San and Mingi could be really cool guys.
âNow I see why youâre so obsessed with Spiderman.â I said with a chuckle, grinning at Yunho as I turned my head to look at him. His cheeks were still red and his lips jutting out, he looked so adorable it was hard to hold myself back from squishing his cheeks. Sanâs laughter, however, very slowly died down and Mingiâsurprisinglyâchoked on the bite he just took of his meal, having to grab his water bottle and drink in order soothe his coughs, âHeâs everything you werenât. Having him as a role model might turn you into a better man.â
âHey!â Yunho scoffed, playfully pushing my shoulder, sending a very non-threatening glare at me, âSpiderman is just simply cool, okay? I donât have a crush on him or anything, I justâare you saying Iâm not a good person?â
âWhat?!â I asked alarmed, completely oblivious to the amused glances San and Mingi were exchanging between each other as Yunho narrowed his eyes at me, âI never said that! Youâreâcool.â
âLike Spiderman.â Yunho added with a wink and I scoffed, going back to eating myânowâcold soup.
âI see you are acquittanced with Spiderman, then.â San mused, finally eating his meal as well, it mustâve gone cold by now. I nodded as I finished eating my soup, sneaking glances at Yunho as his attention suddenly was on the TV mounted on the wall a few feet away. His eyebrows were furrowed and so, I looked to see what was bothering him, only to be met with a pretty bad looking bank robbery. A dozen of police cars were in front of the bank andâoh, no, an armed man held someone at gunpoint. The sound was muted, but I could guess that the armed man was holding an innocent by-passer. It brought a sour taste into my mouth as I averted my eyes, skin crawling a little at the memory of my motherâs ex doing something similar, yet so much worse. Mingi and San seemed to notice Yunhoâs shift in mood and both turned to look at the TV, sighing when they saw what Yunho was looking at.
âI swear to God,â Mingi started muttering, turning his head away, âThereâs always something fucked up happening every other day in this cityâŚâ
âI know,â San muttered, crestfallen, âI canât count how many times my parents planned on moving away somewhere safer.â
I gulped, hoping my mother wouldnât want to do the same. Weâve barely been here for five days, butâI started liking it here. There was something about this place that wasnât as awful as I initially expected it to be. Did Yunho play a part in that to make me think so?
âHey, IâI have to go to the washroom, donât wait for me.â Yunho sounded nervous as he scrambled out of his seat, gulping as he paused for a second, âIâll see you all in class.â
âAre you okay?â I found myself asking before Yunho could rush off.
âYeah, donât worry about me!â His smile seemed forced and my eyebrows furrowed as he hurried away, towards the exit of the canteen, sprinting out of sight. My eyes went back to the TV just in time to see everyone crouched down as the armed man, no doubt, fired some shots.
âHey, you donât have to look at that.â San offered, voice soft, âWe can change seats, if you want.â
âOhâno, thank you.â My cheeks turned red as I averted my eyes, offering San a small smile, âAnd uhâthanks for letting me sit with you guys, I know you donât like me much.â
âWell, weâve got all year to get to know each other, right, Mingi?â San threw a pointed look at his best friend and I was surprised to find him humming absentmindedly, pushing around his food.
âHe always does this,â Mingi sighed, sounding worried, âdisappears randomly whenever something bad is happening in the city.â
âYunho?â I found myself asking in a whisper, but neither heard me.
âI told you so many times youâre reading too much into it, he just probably needs to take a dump or somethingââ San paused, cheeks flushing as he eyed me, but I acted like I didnât hear what he had just said. Boys will be boys, I guess, âAnyways, break ends in fifteen, letâs finish up.â
So then, Yunho disappears often? Is that what Mingi was alluding to? But where to? And why only when something bad is happening in the city?
âYeah, whatever.â Mingi muttered, pushing his tray of food away, knocking it into Yunhoâs. He eyed his best friendâs tray and then sighed, leaning back in his chair as his eyes went back to the TV. And because I couldnât help myself, I looked back too andâthere he was, Spiderman. Saving the day, apparently. I guess he really is a hero.
âHey, Y/N,â San spoke up again, mouth stuffed with food, cheeks puffed out, âIâve seen you reading manga in class. Mingi likes it too, did you know?â
My eyes widened as I turned my head back towards the two boys sitting across me and chuckled, a little embarrassed, I wasnât a good liar, âOh, I, uh, nope. I didnât know. Wow, thatâs soâŚcool!â
Mingiâs eyebrows furrowed for a second, looking suspicious, âYeah, cool.â
âYup, cool.â I chuckled and then shut up because I didnât want to further embarrass myself.
           And after we went to class, with Mingi sitting in the back with a rather gruff classmate of ours and San at the front with a guy I havenât yet met, I got soon lost in my thoughts, eyes fixated on a vacant spot. Yunhoâs usual spot. He hadnât returned to class; half an hour had passed since he had gone to the washroomâthat is if I actually believed he was at the washroom. It was less likely, but then again, why would he lie? And just as if my thoughts were synchronized with Yunhoâs actions, the door was flung open and there he was, breathless, as he made his way inside.
âSorry for being late!â He apologizes, plastering on a sheepish smile, âIâgot caught up?â
The teacher narrowed her eyes for a second before muttering something and ushering Yunho towards his spot. I kept my eyes on him, taking him in as his clothes looked a little dishevelled andâwas that a faint bruise on his cheek? But before I could dwell more about it, Yunhoâprobably having sensed my insistent stareâturned his head and smiled widely, his wavy hair falling in his chocolate brown eyes. My heart skipped a beatâstupid heart! And then, Yunho waved quickly and turned around before the teacher could chastise him for that too. God, why did he have to be so damn cute all the time?!
           The first week in the big, new, city was slightly unnerving and overall, a very new feeling, however, despite that, I found myself enjoying it once I got accustomed to my surroundings. Of course, my mom wonât let me out after six oâclock in the afternoon due to the unsafety of the neighbourhood we live in, but the skatepark just two blocks down certainly is a nice stress reliever. School wasnât too bad by the second week either, less people paid attention to me and whispered about me when I passed them in the hallways, andâbesides the fact that Yunho seems to never want to stay away from me for too longâwhich is freaking cute and certainly so very bad as I have the fattest crush on himâby now, even San and Mingi have started warming up to me. Of course, Mingi still remains his unimpressed and emotionless selfâunless Yunho is there with usâbut I did manage to make him crack a smile here and thereâmostly when we are talking about our favourite mangas and such. San, on the other hand, is a completely different story. After Yunho left me with him and Mingi in the canteenâyou know, when he mysteriously disappeared for half an hour while there was a bank robbery going onâever since then, San has been very happy each time the boys would hang out with me. And what was even more surprising, is that he sought out my company when he was on his ownâmostly boredâand so very eager to tell me every and each cool story he manages to remember about Yunho, or himself, sometimes even Mingi. San is actually quite good at diffusing the tension created by Mingi, and he is even better at talking for hours on end without realising that Yunhoâand Iâhave gotten tired of hearing his voice so often. But do not misunderstand, Yunho absolutely adores San, and I also happen to quite like him. Heâs sweet, but fierce and unapologetically honest. Much like Mingi, which makes me think they are Yunhoâs closest friends because he is too nice for his own good and would get taken advantage of if it werenât for the two hounding him like some sort of guardians or something. Â
As I clutched my phone in my left hand, rolling a pencil around in my right one, I froze for a second as I heard footsteps outside of my room, down the hallway. My door was closed as I was studyingâwell, actually, itâs just an excuse to be able to be on my phone without my mother seeing me every time she passes by my room. However, I halted my movements as shuffling came from right outside my door, and I panickedly tried to hide my phone underneath the two textbooks and three notebooks I had laying on my desk, pretending to be super confused about the equation I had to solve, as I started pouting just as my mother opened my door.
âHey,â She called with a smile, making me put on my best clueless act, âhowâs studying going?â
âUgh, I hate maths.â I groaned and threw my pencil on the desk as I leaned back in my seat, âCanât I just go to the skatepark? Please, mom.â
âHoney,â My mother chuckled, leaning against the doorway with an amused grin on her lips, âthat skatepark isnât going anywhere, however, if you fail your maths classâŚyou might have to transfer to a new schoolââ
âNo!â I didnât mean to shout as I shoot up straight in my chair, blushing furiously as my mother raised her eyebrows at me. God dammit, this stupid crush I have on Yunho has me acting upâeven though changing high-schools does sound awful. Iâve barely been at this one for two weeks, I canât be changing schools so soon.
âWell, if you donât want to fail, you know what to do.â My mother said with a chuckle as I tried to hide my blush. My eyes widened when my phone started buzzing underneath all the notebooks and textbooks. God, Yunho, texting back right now isnât the smartest idea! But of course, he canât know that my mother is standing in my doorway, under the impression that her daughter it studying her ass off, âDinnerâs ready in an hour.â
âCool, Iâll join you once Iâve finished this exercise.â I shot my mom a quick smile, trying not to grimace as my phone buzzed again.
âSure,â She snorted and pushed off the doorway, gripping the doorknob as she stepped out in the hallway, âgiving me your phone would make you more productive, though.â
âWhat phone?â I forced on a grin that showed off all my teeth, making my mother shake her head at me as she left the room, closing my door behind her. I slumped in my chair and reached for my phone, clumsily pulling it out from underneath all of my things while creating a messânothing newâmy room is always a mess, especially my desk. But as I went to check the messages Yunho had sent, there was a soft tapping against my window, and when I turned my head to look outsideâI almost screamed.
I managed to just barely muffle it by pressing my hand against my gaping mouth as freaking Spiderman hung upside down outside my window, head tilted to the side. I took a second to digest the fact that the spider, but human like, creature was right there, waving at me and no doubt smiling as I saw the mask move underneath where his mouth is. I huffed and stood, patting my chest as my heart raced furiously against my ribcage, having been scared shitless by this Spiderman guy. I unlocked the window and pushed it upwards, opening it up for him. I watched as the web string he had hung on broke as he did a flip, landing on his two long feet. I froze a little as Spiderman leaned in, resting both elbows in the windowsill, placing his chin on his palm.
âHi.â His voice was slightly altered again, and I cleared my throat, aware that I was wearing my worst possible clothes. I wasnât expecting visitorsâlet alone Spiderman, âYou look like you saw a ghost or something.â
âWell, yeah,â I scoffed, smoothing down my hair, ânot a ghost, but a man that calls himself a spider. Ringing the front door next time would be less heart attack inducing, Mr. Spiderman.â
I didnât expect the dude to laugh loudly, and my eyes widened as I reached forward, pressing my hand against his masked mouth to muffle the sounds he madeâif my mother hears him, sheâll come to investigate, and Iâm pretty sure she wonât be too happy to find a masked man in a full body costume outside my window, claiming to be some sort of hero of the city or something. My mother has never liked these superhero kind of things.
âYeah, donât call me Mr. Spiderman, please, itâs really cringey.â The spidey boy shivered and I chuckled, raising my eyebrows at him.
âWhy? Arenât you a man? Why would you call yourself Spiderman if youâre not a man?â The guy remained silent for a second before he started giggling, the voice modulator not doing a very good job at altering his voice. And for a secondâbut just for a secondâI thought it sounded like Yunhoâs giggles.
âIâm a man, wellâŚalmost a man.â Spiderman paused and I gave him a confused look, âIâm only eighteen, so not quite a man just yet.â
âYouâre eighteen?!â I exclaimed, glancing back to make sure my mother wouldnât come in like a bulldozer.
âToo old for you?â Spiderman asked with a chuckle, and I narrowed my eyes at him. I swear I can hear the smirk in his voice.
âYouâre the same age as me, dipshit.â I scoffed, leaning away from the window.
âWell, thatâs certainly a special way to express your gratitude to the man thatâs saved you once.â I bit my bottom lip, averting my eyes from the guy that was standing outside my window.
âSo, do you stalk every person you manage to save?â I instead asked, trying to dodge the fact that I should be apologising for the not so nice thing I called him.
âIâm not stalking you.â He chuckled, and then pushed himself away from the windowsill, âIâm just here to make sure youâre okayâand that youâre doing your maths homeworkââ
âHey!â My eyes widened as I quickly glanced at my desk, âWere you eavesdropping too?â
âMaybe?â Spiderman sounded almost embarrassed as he scratched the back of his neck, and I narrowed my eyes at him as I scoffed.
âWell, spidey boy, as you can see, I am doing just fine.â I raised my arms and did a mocking twirl for him, then placed my hands on my hips as I gave him a deadpanned look, âAnything else that I can satisfy your creepy needs with?â
âIâm not creepy!â He exclaimed quickly, making me scoff, âOkay, fine, whatever. Coming to your window maybe wasnât very smart, but Iâuh, well, do you trust me?â
âNo?â My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at him as if he were crazy. Spiderman heaved a loud and long sigh and then extended a hand towards me, through the open window. I crooked an eyebrow at him curiously.
âI want to show you something.â His voice was soft, the voice modulator failed to do its job again, and I found his voice to beâsoothing, warm. I gulped, crossing my arms in front of my chest, âI promise youâre safe with me. I saved you once, and Iâll do it as many times I have to.â
âThat very weirdly sounds like it could be a love confession, Spiderman.â I said mockingly, but found my legs carrying me closer towards him. I glanced down at my phone to check the clock, and was surprised to see that in half an hour it would be six, âMy curfew is at six, though, because of the neighbourhood and my mother not trusting the people yadda-yadda-yadda, so, we have to be back before six.â
âYeah, thatâs totally cool!â Spiderman clapped his hands together, sounding very excited. I chuckled and threw my phone on my bed, chewing my on my bottom lip when I realized I still havenât texted Yunho back. I shouldnât make him waitâ âAre you coming, then?â
I looked back at Spiderman and took a deep breathâIâm sure Yunho will understand why I didnât text back right away, I mean, Iâm literally about to be kidnapped by Spiderman or whateverâokay, I do hope itâs not actually a kidnapping.
âWhere are we going?â I asked as I accepted his extended hand, finding his costume soft to the touch. The white stripes that created the illusion of web on his costume were rougher to the touch, and I tried not to stumble as I climbed through my window, closing it so it wouldnât look like I had climbed through it. Not that it would matter, if my mother comes inside my room while Iâm not here, sheâll call the police in milliseconds.
âItâs a surprise.â Spiderman said cheekily, and his weird black eye winked at me, making me give him a disgusted look, âWhat?â
âYour eyes areâfreaky.â I muttered as I released his hand, patting my clothes down. I adjusted the flannel shirt around my shoulders as they threatened to slip down them.
âYouâre full of surprises, Y/Nââ Spiderman froze and I did too as we stood staring at each other in silence. Well, I have never told him my name before. Just like I hadnât told Yunho where I lived when he walked me home the first time from the skatepark.
âIt seems like youâre full of surprises too, Spiderman.â I pursed my lips and he cleared his throat, scratching his nape, no doubt feeling awkward.
âAnyways, letâs go.â He extended his hand once again and I chewed on my bottom lip as I weighted my options. To be fair, thereâs only two outcomes to this if I leave with him right now. One, he shows me this super awesome surprise, and itâll be a memory to hold onto. Two, he fucking murders me.
I took a tiny step forward and slipped my hand slowly in his, just now noticing how long and thin his fingers were as they were covered by the red fabric of his costume. I truly hope to God the second option I have in mind doesnât come to fruition. I might be dead as fuck, but my mother will make sure to kill me twice!
âSo, uhm, you, uh, have to hold onto me.â Spiderman was suddenly stammering all over himself, and I narrowed my eyes as I stepped a little closer, allowing this spider boy to sloth his fingers through mine, âYeah, you have to come a lot closer, actually.â
âDoes this usually work?â I asked, stepping in front of him, barely a few inches between us. Jesus Christ, this dude is super tall?! I have to crane my neck to look up at him; his height scarily reminds me of Yunhoâs. Not that I have had the chance to stand this close to Yunho before, but his and Mingiâs heights can be quite intimidating at timesâespecially if Mingi is glaring at you, looking like he wishes your soul would perish right in front of his very eyes. Not cool, nor fun!
âWhatâs supposed to work?â Spiderman asked, sounding confused.
âWell, this is how you pick up girls, no?â I raised my eyebrows, and I swear to God, Spiderman sputtered for a second.
âNo! IâIâve never done this before!â A small pause, and then more stammering, âI meanâI have! Like, wait, not picking up girlsâIâm not doing this to pick you up! However, the thing Iâm about to do, yeah, I do it every time I have the suit on. It would be concerning if I didnât, actually.â
âIâm confused.â I muttered, staring at Spidermanâs broad chest. Jesus, this guy is well doted, alright.
âWhatever, justâhold onto me, tightly.â My eyebrows furrowed as I looked up at Spiderman, only to find him already looking down at me. I sighed and took a second to figure out how to hold onto him while also keeping my distance, and so, I grabbed his shoulders with both hands, gripping it tightly. Spiderman didnât move just yet, but then I felt his left arm around my middle, pulling me into his body. I tensed and tried to ignore the way my heart started beating fast, a little bit surprised by how warm spidey boy felt against my own body.
And then, without zero fucking preparation, Spiderman releasedâbetter said, shotâweb from his right wristâGod, I really hope this dude doesnât actually release these things from his bodyâand I followed with my eyes the trajectory of the web. And then, I gulped, mouth falling open quickly as Spiderman tested the durability of the web by tugging on it a few times, and then, he threw me a quick glance before he jumped. He jumped up and thenâhe never fucking made it back to the ground. We didnât make it back to the ground! I gasped loudly as Spidermanâs arm tightened even more around my middle, our bodies swinging in the fucking air.
And to be fair, if spider boy loses his hearing, itâs not my fault. I didnât even realize I had started shrieking as Spiderman shot another web from his wristâewâthe one currently holding us snapping in two, falling to the ground. Consequently, we were free-falling in the air for a second, until our bodies were violently yanked forward again, Spidermanâs web finding the wall of another building. And I was still shriekingâright into his earâto make matters better.
Spidermanâs hearing after our little escapade? Positively gone.
But hearing his quiet giggle somehow helped in making me shut up after another long minute of me screaming my ass off, heart hammering wildly against my chest. This was not fun! I wanted to go back home! I wanted toâoh, no. I instantly felt nauseous as I made the grave mistake of looking down past Spidermanâs shoulders, coming to the realization that we were up in the airâhigh up in the air! And I have Acrophobia! I squeaked like a helpless mouse as suddenly I started sweating profusely, fingers digging into Spidermanâs shoulders until I found my arms slipping further up, circling his neck as I clung onto him tightly, our bodies pressed together almost painfully tight. My hands shook as I forced my legs to raise and wrap around his waist, hooking them together behind his ass, squeezing the living shit out of his hips with my thighs. This wasnât fun! I wasnât enjoying this! I really really donât like this surprise and I want to go home right now! On the ground! On my feet! Where itâs safe and I wonât be falling to my deathâoh God, stop thinking about that right now!
âI have Acrophobia, you dipshit!â I found myself screaming over the wind blowing in our faces, the sounds of the city underneath us loud and making me squeeze my eyes shut as freaking birds started flying next to us. What the fuck!?
âOh, fuck.â I heard Spiderman hiss to himself and I wanted to say, âyeah, oh fuck, you idiot!â, but I was frozen from fear, and couldnât help but scream as the feeling of falling down returned, fingersâprobably painfullyâdigging into the back of Spidermanâs head. I hope I yank on his baby hair strong enough to have him squirming in painâwait, maybe thatâs not so smart while weâre literally swinging around above the city and clinging onto some magic web or something! For a second, there was the feeling of free falling again, and thenânothing. The wind wasnât blowing in our faces anymore, and we werenât swinging left to right anymore either. Everything stood still around us, cars honking loudly underneath us, and rap music blasting from somewhereâwe werenât dead, right?!
I came to realize my breathing was raggedânow that we were stationary and I could actually thinkâand that my arms and hands were shaking uncontrollably, my whole body flushed against Spidermanâs as if I wished to become one with him. If thatâs what keeps me alive while we swing above the city, we better morph into one person or something! I was too scared to open my eyes, and my muscles tensed even more when I felt two big hands run up and down my back.
âHey, weâve landed. Youâre not in the air anymore, Y/N.â Spiderman spoke softly, and I felt him turn his head, but I only lowered mine and pressed it against his suited neck. I heard him release a small gasp as I gulped hard, trying to calm my nerves, and fight off a panic attack, âIâm sorry, I didnât know you were scared of heights.â
âI need a second.â I found my voice as I croaked that out, trying to flex my fingers as they started cramping by how hard I was holding onto Spiderman.
âI can give you three more, if thatâs what you need.â I felt Spidermanâs fingers tangle into my untamed hair as he tried to smooth down the wild strands, and I felt my cheeks flush. God, thatâs embarrassing now.
âWhat I needââ I snapped, managing to detach myself from his neck finally, âis to kick your loser ass!â
And then I pried myself off his body and pulled my right fist back to swing it at his bicep. However, to my dismay, he didnât even as much as flinch, only snorted, âIâll break your nose if you laugh at me again! I literally have a phobia of heights and you go on and take me on a swing or whatever above the freaking city?! Iâm going homeâyouâve got to be kidding me.â
But finally taking a look around, realising the whereabouts of our location, I realized Spiderman landed us on a rooftop of a freaking tall building. I swung my fist at his chest this time, âHey, hey, sorry, I didnât know! Stop hitting me, Y/N, it ticklesââ
âTickles?!â I exclaimed and gave him a furious look as Spiderman awkwardly scrapped at his nape, angling his head downwards, âI just told you I almost died in your arms, and you tell me my punches tickle?!â
âNo, no,â Spiderman suddenly rolled back his shoulders, clutching the bicep Iâve punched a minute ago, âyour punches are so strong it could take down even Dr Octopus! I canât feel my arm anymore.â
âTake down who?â My eyebrows furrowed as I stared at Spiderman, watching his fake act of being hurt as he clutched his arm as if it was about to fall off. Now he was just plainly mocking me.
âNevermindâIâm sorry, I should have asked if you had a fear of heights first, before I took you here.â Spiderman mumbled as he scratched the back of his head, shuffling on his feet.
âYeah, uhm, so, what are we doing here?â I asked as I circled my arms around my middle.
âWell, I wanted to show you the view but thatâs not possible anymore.â He answered with a sigh, and he sounded quite defeated. I licked my lips and made sure to keep my eyes on the rooftopâs ground instead of looking around. I would pass out surely, and my hands are still trembling, my heart beating fast.
âIs this spot significant or something?â I mumbled as I kicked at nothing in particular.
âYeah, when Iâm stressed or worried, I come here to clear my mind.â Spiderman answered, walking to the edge of the rooftop. My heart did a somersault until I remembered literally nothing can happen to him, he sticks to things like a real spiderâfreaky.
âSo, whatâs got your stressed or worried right now?â I found myself asking as I crouched down, a little nauseated when Spiderman leaned over the edge, staring down at the bustling city underneath us. The people on the streets, the honking cars and music coming from down the street created a disturbing cacophony up here, but down there, it never sounded this messy.
âNothing, I just wished to show you this place.â
âWhy?â I asked as I looked up, finding him already looking at me. His eyes blinked, a feature of his mask I wished he didnât have. It was weird, I didnât like it.
âNo particular reason.â Spiderman answered after he cleared his throat, however it didnât sound sincere. He averted his eyes as he turned around and sat down on the ledge, swinging his legs over. I inhaled sharply, palms balling up into fists at his actions. I had to remind himself that he literally canât die even if the wind pushes him over. Meâon the other handâcan and would one hundred percent die. And so, I found myself on my knees and hands as I slowly crawled towards him, trying to regulate my breaths as my heart started hammering in my chest again. As Spiderman heard movement, he tuned his head abruptly.
âWhat are you doing?â He sounded amused as he asked, looking down at me with his freaky blinking black mask eyes.
âIâm joining you without actually joining you.â I muttered as I reached the ledge, thankfully the brick wall reached up to oneâs waist and I couldnât see down as I sat down, turning my back to the ledge, and leaning against the cold structure. Spidermanâs eyes remained on me as I hugged my knees to my chest before I looked up at him, âWell, Iâm sure the view is pretty.â
âYeah, it is.â He whispered; eyes boring into mine. I gulped, something stirring in my stomach. I seriously am not about to develop a stupid crush on Spiderman too, right?! That would be freaking embarrassing. I already have a crush on Yunho and itâs more than enoughâin fact, itâs fucking mortifying, because how am I supposed to act normal when Iâm around him, and all I want to do is get lost in his beautiful chocolate brown eyes and listen to his soft voice all day long while demanding him to engulf me in his warm arms, swallow me up against his broad chest?! I have to stop thinking about Yunho right nowâor whenever I feel my mind slipping into delusion land.
âSo, Spiderman, whatâs your story?â I raised my eyebrows at him, chuckling as Yunho came to mind again despite my efforts, âI have a friend whoâs in love with youââ
âHeâs notââ Spiderman cleared his throat, patting his chest, âSorry, you were saying?â
âRight,â I narrowed my eyes at the guy and he swiftly turned his head away, looking down at the city, âso, I have this friend who really likes youâeven has a Spiderman phone caseâand Iâm just curious to hear your story. You know, from someone whoâs not a die-hard fan and sugarcoats things.â
âThereâs no big story, to be honest.â Spiderman shrugged, fiddling with his fingers in his lapâYunho often does that when heâs nervous, âI try to keep the order in the city and help the innocent, and those in need. It took the police some time until they started trusting me and liking me, but things arenât as chaotic as they were before.â
âBut, wait.â My eyebrows furrowed as I crossed my arms in front of my chest, âIf youâre eighteen now, for how long have you been Spiderman? Assuming that you werenât born like thisâŚ?â
âItâs almost scary how much you know about me.â Spiderman teased and I huffed, rolling my eyes, âIâve been Spiderman ever since I turned sixteen.â
âWow.â I muttered, looking back up at the guy. Heâs been putting his life on the line for two years now, thatâs really selfless. Perhaps I can see why Yunho admires him so much, âAre you ever scared? That youâll get really hurt or something. Does anyone know your real identity?â
âYes, I do get scared, and yes, the guy who I grew up with knows about my identity.â The guy answered, placing his hands on both sides of his thighs as he started swinging his legs, âI canât tell many people though, and that was really hard at the beginning. I hate lying, canât lie well either if Iâm being honest, and it just feels wrong to keep secrets from the people closest to me. However, it ensures their safety, so, at the same time I donât mind keeping it from them.â
âFor an eighteen-year-old dude,â I chuckled, leaning my head back against the brick wall, âyou are quite mature.â
âWell, when you chase and fight criminals daily, you are forced to mature early.â
âDid you want to become like this? Turn into Spiderman?â
âNo, my high-school was visiting a lab and a spider that was genetically mutated bit me.â Spidermanâs voice was quiet, and he sighed loudly soon after, âIn case youâre wondering, I donât regret it. I love being Spiderman even if at times I have to bring sacrifices.â
âYeah, thatâs unpleasant.â I muttered, resting my chin on my knees. I knew what it meant to bring sacrifices for those you loved, and it almost always wasnât by your choice, but something you just had to do. Ugh, not me suddenly turning bitter and nostalgic. Spiderman coughed shortly, and I felt fingers in my hair. I tensed for a second, but then his long fingers were out of my hair the following second.
âYou had a bug in your hair.â Spiderman explained and I hummed, turning my head to rest my right cheek on my knees so that I could look up at him, âWhat about you, Y/N, whatâs your story?â
I chuckled, averting my eyes as I pursed my lips, âItâs not as noble as yours, thatâs for sure, spidey boy.â
âI donât mind.â
âWell, thereâs just my mom and I around, and weâve moved to the city two weeks ago.â I sighed, closing my eyes as the evening breeze picked up, it wasnât warm, but at least it wasnât too cold just yet, âMy father abandoned us a month before I was born, so my mom raised me up all alone with her motherâs help sometimes. She had her fair share of questionable partners, but they were never as evil as her last ex-fiancĂŠ.
âThe guy was a criminal, he murdered three people and then tried to blame it on being so crazily in love with my mother that he wasnât completely sane anymore. It was fucking comical; I hate that piece of shit. Heâs threatened me numerous times and would throw me around the house when mom wasnât around, saying how Iâd end up six feet under if I didnât keep my mouth shut about it.
âHe never liked me for some reason, always claimed my mom focused more on me than on himâthe fucking idiot. He has hit me a few times, and once my mother finally noticed, she tried to leave him, but he threatened to kill us. It was crazy, absolute madness, trying to get away from himâuntil the police came knocking on our door one night, claiming that they were there to arrest my momâs ex for murder. The whole town was freaking shook, us included.â
Well, and thatâs on trauma dumping, I guess. But he asked, after all, and I just told Mr. Spidey my story. It felt nice letting someone know about my past, however, it didnât exactly feel right that I said all that to a stranger. I always thought Yunho would be the first person to find out about the whole story behind our recent move.
I gulped, feeling slightly guilty for having told all that to Spiderman, and I jumped when I felt fingers touching my cheek. I blinked my eyes open, finding Spiderman on his knees as he was leaned over, down towards me, fingers gently pressing against my cheek, âNothing like that will ever again happen to you, Y/N, I promise. As long as I live, I promise to protect you.â
My eyebrows furrowed as I raised my head up from my knees, Spidermanâs warm hand cupping my face, âYou donât even know me, Spiderman.â
âI know enough.â He whispered and I gulped, heart beating fast as we gazed into each otherâs eyes, his black mask unblinking for once. My lips parted and I shivered as the breeze turned stronger, Spidermanâs thumb gently rubbing my chin. It felt like I couldnât look away, like the gap was slowly closing between usâuntil an alarm went off blaring, making both of us jump. Spiderman was up on his feet in a second, looking down at his wrist watch.
âWell, your curfew starts in ten minutes.â His voice was a little hoarse and he quickly cleared his throat, âWe should head back if we donât want your mom freaking out.â
âIâm not swinging around in your arms above the city again, Spidey!â I snapped, giving him a pointed glare as he jumped off the ledge, crouching down in front of me.
âThe closest station is a five-minute walk away from here and the bus wonât come for another ten minutes. If I count correctly, thatâs past your curfew, and thereâs no direct bus to your neighbourhood from here.â Spiderman sounded smug as I narrowed my eyes at him.
âWhere even are we?â
âThe east end of the cityââ
âYouâve got to be kidding me!â I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. Thatâs a fourteen-minute ride by bus! My mom is so going to kill me tonight.
âJust hold on tight, and I promise not to drop youââ
âThatâs not funny!â I snapped as I shakily stood, glaring at Spiderman. But he just chuckled, clearly amused.
âYou were like a koala when we came here, it was cute.â
âShut up.â I grumbled, trying to ignore the way my cheeks flushed when Spiderman opened his arms for me. This is the first and last time he carries me around the city like this.
           Spiderman didnât show up again at my window to whisk me away for aâswing? âmaybe he was just too embarrassed to show his face again. Well, masked face. Admittedly, thereâs been only three days since I was visited by the superhero, randomly on a Tuesday afternoon, and trust for me to brag all about it to Yunho. Not that I was mocking himâmaybe a little bitâabout getting to meet his superhero in person before he did, itâs just that it was funny seeing his reactions as I retold everything to him. He seemed to be even more excited when he heard it in person, as I had called him the second I got home from the outing. Now, school was finally over and I could go home and sleep. The city was buzzing with life last night and the police raided our street around midnight, talk about a man having escaped form an asylum spread around fast. Apparently, the man had been hiding in the basement of one of my neighbourâs housesâ. Creepy. Spiderman, surprisingly, didnât show up, but I suppose it wasnât necessarily an emergency as it wasnât a very dangerous person. Besides, I think Spiderman also needs his beauty sleepâlike us, mere mortals do.
I stretched as we walked through the gates of the high-school, greeting the groundkeeper as he shot us a look since San was cackling loudly as he watched a video on his phone, volume cranked up to the maximum. Mingi had his arm thrown around Yunhoâs shoulders, lips pursed as he watched some younger girls run past them while giggling and shooting them stares.
âDo you think Bomi will finally ask me out?â Mingi mused quietly, turning his head to stare at the long-haired girl that had just passed by with her friends.
âDonât know, have you finally spoken to each other?â Yunho raised his eyebrows at his best friend, expertly grabbing the strap of my backpack as he halted my steps, yanking me backwards and out of the way of a speeding bike.
âJesus.â I hissed, clutching my skateboard to my chest, âWhat an idiotââ
âHey, watch it, you!â San shouted after the guy, who was already at the end of the street, âYou could run over someone!â
âNice reflexes.â Mingi teased, and detached himself from his friend at last. I gulped and turned to thank Yunho; my cheeks flushed pink. Well, that was embarrassing, but it couldâve ended a lot worse.
âThank you.â
âNo problem.â Yunhoâs smile was soft and warm, and I gulped, averting my eyes quickly. But fucking hell, Mingi and I made eye contact, and he narrowed his eyes at me. That dude is onto something and I donât like how easily he can see right through me.
âWe havenât spoken to each other yetâŚâ Mingi casually continued the conversation he was having with Yunho, deep voice trailing off.
San chuckled amused, finally stopping the video on his phone as he raised his head, âWell, then, what are you expecting? She wonât ask you out if you donât talk to herâwait, why are you sure sheâs into you? She could be into me, or even Yunho.â
I pursed my lips, totally not feeling jealous over the fact that other living people could have a crush on Yunho! And letâs be real, who the hell wouldnât have a crush on freaking Yunho?! Heâs basicallyâperfect!
âYou underestimate my awesomeness, San.â Mingi huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest, âAnd sheâs not into you, youâre too short.â
âHey, Iâm not short!â San exclaimed offended, then looked at me with round eyes, âIâm not short, right?!â
âOf course not.â I chuckled, smiling at him, âItâs Mingi whoâs too tall.â
âSays the midget.â Mingi scoffed, throwing me a glare. Will this dude ever like me?
âOkay, letâs stop shaming each other for our heightsâor anything else, actually.â Yunho, always the peacemaker, grinned as he squeezed Mingiâs shoulder once, and then draped his long arm around my own shoulders, making my heart somersault in my chest.
âWeâll talk about this more later,â San said, eyes narrowed, âI have to catch my bus now, see ya!â
And with a wave, he ran off, totally in the complete opposite of where his bus stop was. I watched on as he caught up with a guy from our class, I have finally learned his nameâJung Wooyoungâand the two hugged briefly as San grabbed the guyâs arm and started yanking him towards the metro station. Yeah, they certainly werenât headed home.
âAre you coming over?â I focused back on the two tall best friends, Mingiâs voice quiet as he looked at Yunho. I knew the offer didnât stand for me as well, Mingi would never invite me over to his place.
âNot today.â Yunho had an apologetic look on his face, and then he squeezed my shoulder, âIâve got something else to do.â
âAsshole,â Mingi whispered with a pout as a black car pulled up next to us, âsee you two tomorrow, then.â
âStop being so dramatic, you know I love you.â Yunho managed to ruffle Mingiâs hair before he got in the car, making Mingi scoff as a smile blossomed on his face.
âYeah, whatever, love you too.â And then he opened the door and sat inside, but he didnât close the door until the threw me a look that made me gulp. What did I do to make this guy dislike me so much?! At this point, I have given up, thereâs no point in trying to decipher the riddle that Song Mingi is.
Suddenly, super aware that Yunho and I were alone now as the black car drove off, I gulped and clutched my skateboard just a little tighter. I took a peek at Yunho, and he was already looking down at me with a small smile, âSo, do you want to go home right away?â
âDepends, why?â I asked quietly, praying to God my face wouldnât turn into a tomato as Yunho slightly leaned down, closer to my face.
âThereâs a really nice park not even ten minutes away from here, wanna go?â Of course, I want to go, Jeong Yunho.
âSure.â I nodded, smiling back at him, face burning. Great, only a blind man would be oblivious to the fat-ass crush I have on Yunho at this point! Itâs so embarrassing, but I canât help it when he looks soâcute!
âSee that convenience store there?â He turned his head and pointed at the store, which was just down the road. I nodded, and looked at him with a questioning gaze, âRace you there!â
And before I could fully register what he said, Yunho released me and took off in a sprint towards the convenience store. My mouth opened in surprise and I blinked, finally somehow realizing we were competing to see who gets there first. But with Yunho having a head start, I grinned and dropped my skateboard onto the ground. I quickly pushed off and gained more speed as I manoeuvred between the people on the sidewalk, grinning from ear to ear as I started gaining on Yunho. Heâs really fast, but it shouldnât be so surprising as I have seen him in P.E. class already, and heâs one of the best athletes I know. Heâs agile and super-fast, he has good reflexes, and is a total team player. The guys love picking him in their team when they are playing football. I giggled as I came up just behind Yunho, pushing harder as my foot hit the pavement, the wind whipping my hair in my face for a second as the store came into view. We were almost there. I did an ollie to jump over the top of a drain, managing to come up a little ahead of Yunho. I laughed as I rolled forward, just barely making it to the convenience store first. I did a small spin and then set my foot down, coming to a stop as Yunho reached me. He was breathing hard as he leaned over, placing his hands on his knees. I grinned at him, and gripped the foot of my skateboard, reaching out to ruffle his fluffy greyish-greenish-blueish hair. I have never done that before, and for a second, I panicked, but Yunho didnât react badly to my action, he just smiled and shook his head.
âI didnât think Iâd lose.â He said with a laugh and then stood up straight, running his long fingers through his hair. He wore more rings today, and one looked suspiciously like a ring I have seen Mingi wear before.
âYou canât win at everything, Yunho.â I stuck my tongue out playfully before I turned to walk inside the convenience store, âIâve never met a more competitive person than you are.â
âSorry, I canât help it,â Yunho chuckled as he followed closely behind me, looking at the shelves as we went down the snack aisle, âBut you canât say it wasnât fun.â
âIt was.â I looked over my shoulder with a grin as Yunho grabbed some potato chips off a high shelf, âBut next time give me a warning, I only got lucky because I had my skateboard with me. You didnât play fairly.â
Yunho chuckled and I grabbed some salty crackers, âSometimes we need the element of surprise, Y/N, in order to excel.â
âAha, so now youâre saying you knew I would win if you didnât warn me first?â I raised an eyebrow at him, making Yunho chuckle as he grabbed my shoulder and veered me towards the fridges in the back.
âI knew youâd win.â He muttered and I tried not to blushâagainâas I opened the fridge and grabbed some Sprite, while Yunho grabbed a larger bottle of water, leaning over me to retrieve it andâyeah, I tried not to pass out as I felt his breath hit the top of my head, his warmth radiating off him due to our closeness. However, the moment was over as quickly as it came.
Thankfully, I still had the money my mother gave me last week, otherwise itâd be really embarrassing to have Yunho buy something for me again. Well, technically, last time neither one of us paid for it at Hongjoongâs store, but still. I didnât want him paying for my things, Iâd feel like I owe it to him now.
We approached the front desk and the clerk looked very bored and done with us as he gave us a glareâsimilar to Mingiâs, and it made snort quietlyâas he scanned our items. I had pulled the money out of the front pocket of my backpack as the clerk told us our total, and I was totally handing him the amount I had to pay for, when Yunho pushed my wrist to the side and placed the whole sum on the counter. I opened my mouth to clearly argue with him, but he grabbed our items and grinned so widely I feared it would be the reason why Iâd go blindâand not from the fact that Iâve been trying to look into the sun for ages now without squinting my eyes, not too smart, but I never claimed to be smart. I muttered a goodbye to the clerk as Yunho pushed the door open for me and stepped outside to make enough space for me to pass through the narrow doorway.
âLet me carry my things.â I said as the door closed behind us, but Yunho just shook his head.
âYou have to carry your skateboard, donât fret about it.â My eyebrows furrowed as he took off towards the park he had mention, I could see it from here. It was just a little up ahead of us, to the right, between three buildings.
âIâll give you my part of the sum when we have sat down.â I said as I tried to keep up with his long stridesâdamn his long legs, God has favourites, and as much as Yunho is one of his favourites, I certainly am not.
âNah, you donât have to.â Yunho grinned, and I noticed a gummy worm hanging out from the corner of his mouth.
âYes, I do.â I huffed, walking towards the gate of the park, âAnd whereâd you get that gummy from?â
âFrom here.â And he pointed at the pocket of his suit jacketâwho the hell wears a suit jacket to school, good lord itâs so hot when Yunho wears it, I seriously had trouble focusing all day long because of it. I reached my hand out and stole a gummy worm from his pocket, giggling as I made disgusting slurping noises as I put it in my mouth, and sucked it in in one go. Yunhoâs eyebrows raised before he burst out into deep giggles, throwing his head back a littleâand I choked, almost. I coughed as the gummy worm almost managed to slip down my throat, but I saved it somehow last minute. Eating gummy worms around Jeong Yunho is dangerous, noted.
âWhy was that kind of cute?â Yunho asked with a chuckle as he chose a spot to sit, underneath a tall tree, offering us enough shade from the, now, not so hot sun. I placed my skateboard down, and followed Yunho as he plopped down, the sound of his butt colliding with the grass making me snort. He looked up at me with a pout and then grabbed my arm and pulled me down, almost making me fall into his freaking lap. It didnât even take a second for my cheeks to turn pink, and I threw Yunho a small glare as I regained my balance and sat down next to him, mirroring his position. Our backs were leaning against the tree, legs splayed out long in front of us as I took my crackers and Sprite from Yunho.
âWhat was cute?â I asked as I opened the bag of crackers, desperate to wash away the extra sweet taste that remained in my mouth due to the gummy worm.
âYou,â Yunho muttered, opening his water bottle, âand the sound you made. Youâre funny.â
âI didnât think youâd find me acting like an Ogre cute, but thank you, I guess.â My comment made Yunho laugh hard again as he threw his head back, prompting me to giggle along. His laughter was contagious, and I realized my stomach was coiling tightlyâand not due to the sweets and unhealthy food I have digested so far today. It was because of Yunho, and because all I want to do right now is to lean up and press a kiss against his cheek. God dammit.
âYouâd make a cute Ogre.â Yunho mused once he had calmed down, then took a sip of his water.
âPlease,â I playfully rolled my eyes, popping another salty cracker into my mouth, âyouâd be totally into the green swamp monster Iâd turn into. Fionaâs got nothing on me.â
âNot the way I thought youâd find this out about me, butââ Yunho paused for dramatic effect, and I raised my eyebrows at him, âIâm totally into Fiona, have been since I was little.â
âOh, my God!â I cackled, shielding my mouth with my hand as I still havenât chewed all the crackers, âYunho! Thatâs justâyou have to explain yourself now!â
âWhy, donât tell me you never had a crush on a fictional character!?â Yunho exclaimed, sounding exasperated as he bumped his shoulder against mine. I licked my lips and tried not to burst out laughing at the memory of who Iâve always had a crush on when I was younger.
âOkayâŚâ I took a deep breath and turned my head to face Yunho, âHave you ever heard about the cartoon âW.I.T.C.H.â?â
âYeah, Hongjoong really liked it while we were growing up,â Yunho said with a chuckle, âHeâd make us watch it every evening when they played it on the TV, I think he was into Cornelia.â
âWell, Cornelia is a good, and hot, choice to have a crush on, indeed.â I pursed my lips and offered my bag of crackers to Yunho, who took one with a small grin, âI mean, I was totally into Caleb, butââ
âReally? Caleb?â Yunho asked surprised, narrowing his eyes, âI thought youâre more of a Matt girl.â
âWell, Iâm actual neither a Caleb nor Matt girl, Yunho.â I giggled, leaning in closer as if I was telling a secret, âYou see, I always found myself blushing a little bit too hard when Lord Cedric was on the screenââ
âNo way!â Yunho exclaimed, eyes turning round as he looked shocked, âThe snake guy?!â
âWell, donât look at me like that after admitting youâre into Fiona!â I exclaimed back with a laugh, making Yunho look at me like I was crazy.
âFiona was a princess who decided to turn into an Ogre to stay with the love of her life, meanwhile, Lord Cedric was obsessed with his king, he could into a snake, and he once ate someone, Y/N!â I bit my bottom lip, trying not to laugh at how passionate Yunho was all of a sudden.
âEach to its own, I guess.â I said nonchalantly with a shrug, making Yunhoâs initial shock turn into amusement as he started laughing once again. Iâve never heard him laugh so much before, and I found myself smiling at him as his ears turned slightly rosy, eyes screwed shut as his shoulders shook from laughter. He looked completely and absolutely beautiful, and my heart was hammering against my ribcage, threating to fall out of my ass at any given moment. Oh, God, Iâm so screwed.
âI swear to God, you and Mingi are cut from the same cloth. Heâs also into weird humanlike creatures or something.â Yunho said once he had calmed down, and I quickly turned my head away when he looked at me, feeling like he caught me staring and admiring him.
âNot you shaming both Mingi and I for having silly childhood crushes.â I said with a pout, throwing a cracker into my mouth.
âMingi still crushes on characters like those, though.â I chuckled, glancing at Yunho from the corner of my eyes, finding him looking at me with a small smile on his lips, cheeks flushed. God, heâs not blushing, right?! Why would he blush, it must be the sun. Yup, certainly the sun!
âIâll tell him you made fun of him behind his back.â I teased as Yunho grabbed a cracker, leaning his head back against the tree.
âI fear it wonât phase him; San makes fun of him daily for it.â Yunho said, sounding amused. I chuckled and copied Yunho as I leaned my head back against the tree too, suddenly becoming aware of how close we were sitting next to each other. Our shoulders and thighs were pressed together, and Yunhoâs elbow was softly poking into my stomach. I bit my lower lip and allowed the comfortable silence to settle upon us, watching the people that passed by the park. The traffic wasnât so bad here, and there was a bus stop straight across the park. A sports car, with a super loud engine drove past, the sound making me wince for a second. And as I watched a mother with her two children open the gate of the park, I felt a hand in my hair, fingers twirling a longer strand. My heart stilled for a second, knowing well that it was Yunho, and I took a peek at him.
âOh,â He suddenly retracted his hand, looking away embarrassed, âsorry, there was uhâsomething in your hair. A bug.â
Funny, Spiderman did that too.
âThanks.â I offered him a small smile and watched as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, funny how that now reminded me of Spiderman too, âI hate bugs.â
âIâm not afraid of them.â Yunho said as he finally looked me in the eyes, his ears, however, still slightly red.
âArenât you a cool guy, Jeong Yunho?â I winked playfully and Yunho chuckled before we became silent again. I popped another cracker into my mouth and then offered the bag to Yunho, who took some more, and funnily stuffed his mouth full of them. I chuckled and proceeded to eat some more too, placing my left hand on my thigh as I tried to enjoy this peaceful moment. Iâve never had this back in my hometown. I didnât have many people to hang out with, and the ones I did hang out with were always the bad type of kids, kids who wanted to break the rules and bother others. It was nice to finally embrace the tranquillity, and just simply exist without ruining others fun. Many people didnât like me back in my hometown due to me associating myself with those rascals.
Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice that something was softly poking my hand, the feeling just barely there, like the ghost of a touch. I watched the two children play around, climb into the smaller trees and wave at their mother as they laughed. When the light touch became more insistent, I flipped my hand around, thinking it was just an ant or something that I could flick away, but instead, I felt warm fingertips just barely trace the lines of my palm. I gulped and tried not to tense up as I looked down, eyes falling on Yunhoâs hand as his long fingers pushed a little more decisively against my palm. I blinked and looked up at Yunho, but he was looking down at our hands, lips parted as if he was in a trance. I was curiousâI had to knowâso without thinking much, I gently intertwined our fingers, and waited. For something to happen, anything. But other than a tiny smile appearing on Yunhoâs lips and his grip turning slightly firmer, nothing happened. Well, nothing besides the frightening feeling of my heart exploding out of my chest, and my cheeks burning so much you could probably fry a steak on it or something. I didnât know where to put this exactly, what to think of it, but the seemingly trance Yunho was in, was broken the second loud sirens rung and police cars were suddenly wheezing down the street, the loud noise disturbing the tranquil atmosphere that had settled around us. Yunho became instantly tense as his head snapped up, eyes focused up ahead as he untangled his hand from mine, grabbing his backpack. I watched him curiously as he took his phone and opened it up, eyebrows furrowing deeply.
âIâI, uh, I have to go.â My eyebrows furrowed as I watched Yunho scramble up, leaving his water and potato chips on the ground, âMy mom just texted me; something came upâI have to go.â
âIs everything alright?â I asked worried, watching Yunho bounce on his feet as he looked one second away from sprinting off.
âYeah, itâsâeverythingâs okay, I just really have to go right now.â He finally looked at me, chewing on his bottom lip, looking like he was hesitating, âDonât wait for me, your bus will come in ten minutes. Get home safely, text me when you do.â
âOh, okay, uhm, you take care too.â But Yunho ran off before I could even finish my sentence, and I watched impressed as he jumped over the fenceâwhich wasnât very tall, but I wouldnât have been able to do that surelyâand then he was sprinting down the sidewalk, apologising to people as he had to push them out of his way.
Huh, that was weird and another interesting coincidence. I couldnât help but think back to Mingi mentioning Yunhoâs disappearances whenever something major and bad was happening in the city. Certainly, they were mere coincidences.
           But Yunho never quite texted back yesterday, and it would be a lie if I say I didnât worry about him. His departure from the park was sudden, and his absence conjured up all sorts of thoughts in my mind. It was strange and very unlike Yunho. When I was on the bus, headed to school and completely sleepy and almost out of it, I was scrolling through Tik Tok, trying to awaken myself a little bit after I have texted San to inquire information about Yunho. He reassured me that there were days when Yunho would go low on contact, but he was completely fine, and that usually he spent his time with family when he wouldnât text back. I could understand that, but it still worried me. Just as I was about to exit the app, I came across a crappy video on my for your page that depicted many police cars and even more officers as they had someone surrounded. And then, the superhero, the one that always saves the day around here, Spiderman swooped in and all you could see was his web flying around, and a man getting strapped to a pole until a gunshot rang out followed by a loud cry of pain, and then the video cut off. My eyebrows furrowed as I let it replay again, chewing on my bottom lip nervously. Who got hurt? You couldnât see it in the video, and I couldnât help but think that it was Spiderman. Without thinking much, I sent the video to San and asked if he knew anything. The reply, unsurprisingly, came fast, and he said that Spiderman got injured yesterday as one of the criminalâs managed to escape. He got shot in his left leg. I cringed at the thought, and then put my phone away having arrived to the high-school. I certainly wasnât in the mood nor headspace to attend any of my classes today, but at least Iâd get to see Yunho, and make sure that heâs okay.
Except that, very uncharacteristically to Yunho, he showed up a little late to our first class, and he even looked quite dishevelled with dark bags under his eyes. He looked like he didnât have a good nightâs sleep andâI almost failed to notice the slight limp he had in his left leg. Huh, I wonder if anything happened, or have I started seeing things now? However, I didnât get many chances to ask Yunho about it as he seemed to be always busy talking to our teachers, or to everyone else in the hallways, barely paying attention to San, Mingi, or even me. It was strange, but San said it was completely normal behaviour coming from Yunho, and that heâd do this from time to time when he felt pressured. Apparently, Yunho rarely opens up to his best friends as he hates bothering others with his issues. But I wanted to know what was bothering him. He wouldnât be a bother to me. But I couldnât do that as he only sat for us for five minutes in the canteen during our lunch break, and then rushed off saying he had something to take care of. But after that, he never returned to classes. My texts also went unanswered, and by the evening, I was positively nervous and stressed out of my mind by the fact that I didnât know what was wrong. I even debated on asking San for Yunhoâs home address to pay him a quick visit in order to make sure that he was indeed okay. Even my mom noticed how absentminded and worried I was during dinner, but didnât pester me much when I lied that the teachers were stressing me out with upcoming testsâwhich maybe wasnât too smart as she told me I should study even more. Ugh.
Currently, we have finished having dinner and I have tied the trash bag together to take the trash out. I slipped on my outdoor shoes swiftly and unlocked the front door, my momâs series playing loudly in the living room as she giggled at whatever was said. The air was chilly outside and the single long-sleeved blouse and joggers I was wearing did an awful job at keeping me warm, so, I quickly skipped down the stairs and went to the small alley between our house and the building. Thatâs where the big trash bins were, by the tall fence. It was dark outside, so I tried to be quick as I dragged the trash bag after me, shivering due to the cold. I huffed loudly, smog leaving my mouth, as I rounded the corner and gave the short alleyway a quick check that it was empty before I hurried down, opening the big trash bin. I threw the bag inside and let it shut loudly afterwards. I rubbed my arms up and down as I turned around and walked back down the alleyway, gasping loudly as a silhouette appeared right around the corner. It was hunched over slightly and breathing loudly, groaning too. God, I fucking hate this neighbourhood, why do I always have to encounter random drunk people or even worseâcriminals!? But I really had to head back inside the houseâclimbing through my window wasnât an option as it was lockedâand I willed myself to just run past them and back inside the safety of my house. However, just as I made it under the streetlamp, I paused. The red and blue suit was torn at the chest, and Spiderman seemed to be struggling to stand up straight.
âOh, my God!â I whispered, approaching him, âWhat happened to you?!â
âOh, Y/N.â He muttered, groaning again as he tried to stand up tall.
âStop that,â I hissed, eyebrows furrowing as I tried to inspect his wound, but it wasnât visible through the gash on the suit, âCome on.â
Spiderman only resisted for a second as I placed his arm around my shoulders, offering him support as he leaned against my much smaller frame. He was heavy, but I was determined, and the front porch was barely a few steps away, âWhat are you doing?â
âTaking you inside my house, think you can keep quiet until we reach my room?â I looked up at Spiderman, who gulped as we reached the front steps.
âYeah.â He whispered and I let out a small sigh, taking one step at a time as we ascended the stairs. I pushed the door open carefully and walked us inside, pausing in the hallway to make sure my mother was still in the living room, watching her series. I looked at Spiderman and signalled to him to remain quiet as I lead us down the hallway, headed for my room. I opened the door and helped him towards my bed, on which he fell down quite unceremoniously, groaning loudly.
âOkay, you still have to keep quiet.â I said with a frown, glancing behind me, âIâll be back in a second with a medical kit.â
Spiderman nodded and I swiftly left my room, pulling the door shut until it was only slightly ajar, and sneaked back down the hallway. I opened the front door again and closed it louder, locking it up, âMom, Iâm going to bed now! Iâm really sleepy.â
âAlright, sweet dreams, honey.â She threw a flying kiss my way as she glanced back and I smiled, catching it playfully before I was off, headed for the bathroom. I took the medical kit from underneath the small cupboard we had in there, and then I was back inside my room, closing and locking the door after myself.
âAlright,â I whispered, looking at Spiderman and trying not to panic as I noticed blood seeping through his suit, âhow do we do this?â
âUh,â He groaned again, sitting up lightly, âyou can patch me up through the costume.â
âI can?â I muttered confused as I walked closer, placing the kit down by the bed as I crouched down. I leaned closer to his chest and carefully touched the costume, not too surprised to find it not peeling off his body, âI canât, Spiderman, the costume literally clings to your body.â
âOh, thatâs not good.â He mused, scratching his nape, âI have to take it off, then.â
âOhâlikeâthe whole costume?â My voice was squeaky all of a sudden, and I averted my eyes as I felt myself blush lightly.
âUh, yeah.â Spiderman whispered and I gulped, trying not to freak out. Yeah, this is cool and totally okay, nothing too sensational. Iâm just helping a wounded guy, no biggie, itâs not like Iâm going to see him naked! He must have underwear on, right?!
âI think I accidentally took some of my momâs exeâs clothes with me when I was packing, let me check.â And I stood up and hurried over to my closet, finding the sweatpants and t-shirt that I had in mind.
âGreat.â Spiderman grumbled and I rolled my eyes.
âHey, you donât get to be picky when youâre about to bleed out on my bed!â I hissed, trying to control my tone and not raise my voice out of fear of alerting my mom.
âRight, sorry.â Spiderman muttered and I approached him again.
âHow do we take the suit off?â I asked, eyebrows furrowed. Iâve never seen something like this before, so I have no idea what superheroes do in this case.
âThereâs a zipper on the back.â He explained and I nodded, going to the side of the bed to be able to see Spidermanâs back.
âWillâwill the mask come off too?â I asked in a whisper as I hesitated to touch the zipper.
âNo, donât worry.â Spiderman answered and I huffed, gripping the zipper and carefully undoing it. It went all the way down to his lower back, and I blinked a few times as I tried to ignore the smooth skin underneath the suit.
âUh, right, I assume you can undress yourself the rest of the way?â I asked as I stepped back, averting my eyes as my cheeks were burning.
âYeah, one second.â Spiderman huffed and he carefully stood, groaning quietly. I closed my eyes and shrivelled around, not too keen of staring at him while he changes out of his costume. I might see something I donât want to, and thatâs not cool. I listened closely as he shuffled around, groaned a few times, and then plopped back down on the bed, âOkay, I have changed.â
âGreatââ I gasped as my eyes fell on his exposed torso, eyes widening at the big gash running across his chest, âShouldnât you be in the hospital right now?!â
Spiderman chuckled, and my eyebrows furrowed more as I went back to my previous position in front of him. I kneeled and took the medical kit, opening it up.
âIf we clean the wound, itâll take around two to three hours to heal by itself.â He said, tone reassuring as I grabbed some gauze and rubbing alcohol, âIâll be fine, donât worry.â
âSo, then, did you get shot yesterday?â I asked, pouring rubbing alcohol on the gauze before I looked up, âI saw the videos.â
The sight of having Spiderman in nothing but sweatpants and his mask, sitting on my is bed certainlyâa sight to behold. Perhaps if he wasnât hurt at the moment, Iâd be gaping at his well-defined physique, his lean muscles, the faint abs on his stomach, his wide shoulder and broad chestâfocus, woman!
âYeah, I did get shot.â Spiderman said, and I hoped heâd ignore the way I tried not to thirst over his body. Iâm such a horrible person right now, kill me.
âThis will hurt, I assume.â I warned as I leaned up and gently pressed the gauze against the edge of the gash, making Spiderman hiss, âSorry, I did warn you though.â
âI know, donât worry.â He chuckled and I noticed his hands balling up the blanket as he gulped loudly the lower my hand slipped on the gash, trying to clean the wound as carefully but thoroughly as possible.
âIs your leg fine, then?â I asked, trying to avert his attention from the pain. Spiderman hummed, low in his chest, almost rumbling under my touch. I gulped and tried to focusâthis is so not the moment to even think to fantasize about this superhero dude!
âItâs a bit still sore, the bullet went in deep, but it healed up by noon.â He explained and I hummed, for some reason finding it weird that Yunho seemed to be limping this morning, and that he disappeared around noon. Certainly, I was playing along to Mingiâs delusions and suspicions about Yunho at this point, and I donât even spend that much time with Mingi. Itâs ridiculous. How could Yunho be Spiderman? But then againâŚis it really that unbelievable? It could be anyone, for Godâs sake, even me! Well, obviously not me, but you know what I mean!
âIâm glad thatâs healed.â I muttered, getting to the other end of the gash finally, âAre you sure this one doesnât need stitches, it looks to be deep, Mr. Spidey.â
Spiderman chuckled, and I felt his hand wrap around my wrist as I dabbed the gauze against the wound again. I froze, eyes widening a little at the familiarity of the touch. Yunhoâs hands are always warm and quite big, his fingers long. I bit my bottom lip as I looked down at Spidermanâs hand, noticing the marks that looked like they were left by rings. Yunho would also have marks left by rings on his fingers on days he didnât feel like wearing them. I gulped and then looked up; Spidermanâs freaky black masked eyes unblinking as he looked down at me.
âIt wonât need stitches, Y/N.â He whispered, and a tingle ran down my spine, making me gulp down nothing in particular, having to clear my throat as I averted my eyes, gently pulling my hand back. Spiderman released his grip on me instantly and followed me with his eyes as I threw the bloody gauze back inside the medical kit until Iâd throw it away. I then stood, rubbing my hands together as I didnât know what to do next.
âI, uhâis that enough?â I asked, motioning towards the clean gash now, averting my eyes from his torso when they threatened to run all over it again.
âYes, thank you.â Spiderman muttered, and I could hear the smile in his voice, âYouâre an angel.â
Oh, fuck. My cheeks flushed instantly and I pulled my hair behind my ears as I cleared my throat again, looking past Spiderman, at my poster covered wall, âRight, yeah, uhâdo you need anything else?â
âA little time to recover would be nice if Iâm not bothering you too much.â Spiderman said, voice sounding hopeful.
âItâs fine, my mom wonât bother us as she thinks Iâve gone to bed.â I explained, placing my hands behind my back awkwardly, âUhm, you said it takes two to three hours to heal, do you think this one will heal that fast if the wound made by the gun didnât?â
Spiderman shrugged, and I watched as he finally took the white t-shirt I have given him in his hands, âItâll certainly take longer than that, sometime around the early morning hours I should be fine.â
âThen stay.â I blurted out before I could actually think about what I was proposing. Spiderman froze for a second as he was about to wear the t-shirt, âI mean, youâre hurt and itâs dangerous outside, even Spiderman deserves to rest and be safe, no?â
He poked his masked head through the t-shirt, âWell, yes, butââ
âThen sleep here.â I motioned at the bed he was sitting on, âI will go to my mom and tell her I had a really bad nightmare, and that I wish to sleep next to her.â
âI donât want to bother you, though.â
âHey, Spidey, itâs totally cool.â I chuckled, showing him my thumbs up, âIâll have so much fun retelling all this to Yunho, you know, my friend whoâs obsessed with you. Heâll be dying that I got to patch you up and house you for a night.â
I giggled as I went to collect my phone from my desk, slipping it in my pocket. I should probably take some pyjamas with me and the medical kit as well. I walked to my closet as Spiderman watched me, and I opened the door to pick out my most favourite pyjamas to sleep in tonight. I closed the door and turned, smiling to myselfâŚuntil I looked up. Until I found Spiderman gone and Yunho standing in his place. Red mask with the freaky black blinking eyes was clutched in his left hand, and his greyish-greenish-bluish hair was all messed up and dishevelled. My mouth dropped open as my pyjamas fell from my hands, and I found myself leaning back against my closet door.
âYunâYunho?!â I snapped; eyes wide open. This certainly must be a trick of the light or something, âThereâs no fucking way youâre fucking Spiderman, Jeong Yunho!â
âBut I actually am.â I watched SpidermanânoâYunho scratch the back of his head awkwardly, averting his eyes, âThis is not how I wanted to tell you.â
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â I huffed, eyebrows furrowing as I pushed myself off the closet, âIt was you all along?!â
âYeah, thereâs just one Spidermanââ
âYunho!â I hissed and walked up to him hurriedly, eyebrows furrowing, âAre you crazy?! You couldâve been so much more badly hurt! And yourâyour leg, you got shot yesterday, oh my God, Iâm not crazy! IâI kept noticing similarities between you and Spidermanâlike the constant head scratching and likeâyour physiques were similarâand I saw you limping this morning! I canât believe youâre actually him, what?! And you have everyone fooled too, likeâdo you know Mingi is suspicious of you? I thought I was crazy for thinking you are similar to Spiderman after hanging out with Mingi, but, oh, my god, if he finds out heâll be so mad, Yunho! Andâthe childhood friendâitâs Hongjoong you were talking about, isnât it?! Oh, my God, I also told you everything about the reason why I moved here, and meanwhile Iâm glad I wonât have to tell you again, I felt shitty for dumping all that on Spiderman, and it turns out itâs youââ
My eyes widened as my words got muffled, stolen away, as Yunhoâs extra warm lips were pressing against mine. I froze, my whole body locking up as he leaned down even more, slotting his lips perfectly against mine. Oh, my fucking God, Yunho is kissing me?! My ultimate crush is absolutely kissing me right now?! And he also happens to be Spiderman?! What in theâI closed my eyes and pushed up on my tip toes, circling my arms around Yunhoâs neck as I pulled him down closer, still careful of his wounded chest. Yunho was eager as he gently, experimentally, pressed his lips firmer against mine, his hands settling on my hips as he pulled me a little bit closer. I allowed his lips to slip between mine, gently sucking on his upper lip as I felt Yunhoâs left-hand slip to the middle of my back, embracing me as he flushed me against himself. The position was a little bit uncomfortable as I had to crane my neck up and back, trying to keep my balance on my tip toes too, but it was worth it as I felt Yunhoâs embrace completely engulf me, pull me into himself, wrap me up in a warm and safe cocoon. I didnât dare breathe as our lips found a gentle and soft rhythm, Yunho, always the careful sweetheart that he is, didnât want to hurry the kiss as he gently sucked on my lower lip, making the breath hitch in the back of my throat. I was slowly getting lightheaded, but I didnât want to pull back just yet. Yunho, however, did slightly pull back, only to press thousands of little kisses against my lips, making me giggle quietly as his lips pulled into the widest smile I have ever seen on him.
âYouâre so beautiful and cute.â I found myself whispering against his lips, eyes fluttering open. Yunhoâs neck and ears were red, and I finally didnât have to control myself as I cupped his cheeks and gently squeezed them, making him chuckle adorably, âGod, I could squish your cheeks all day long. Youâre so adorable.â
âYouâre stealing all my lines, angel.â Well, now it was my turn to blush like crazy as I released Yunhoâs cheeks and pressed my face into his neck, chuckling, âFor the record, before you accuse me of it, Iâm not narcissistic.â
I giggled against the hot skin of his neck, and pressed a swift kiss against the flushed flesh, he smelled like honey, âItâs quite important to be your own biggest fan, Spiderman.â
âYouâll forever tease me about it, wonât you?â Yunho asked with a chuckle as he pressed a kiss against the top of my head.
âDefinitely.â I pulled back to look up at him with a grin, âBut I promise to keep your secret. Iâm sure Hongjoong would be more pissed than you if I said anything to anyone.â
âOh, he definitely would be.â Yunho chuckled, and brushed a strand of hair off my forehead.
âMingi will be really mad too once he finds out, you know.â I said with a pout, âHeâs already very suspicious.â
âI know, I have noticed.â Yunho sighed as my arms slipped from his shoulders to his middle, âI plan on telling him soon, but the timing needs to be perfect.â
âLike with me?â I teased as I wriggled my eyebrows at him, and he chuckled. He draped his arms around my shoulders, and leaned down again.
âWell, I quite like the outcome of it, so I canât complain.â
âHuh, have you been waiting long to kiss me?â It was only meant to be teasing, but the way Yunho flushed again, I knew I was right. And it made me blush too as I shook my head at him, âWell, same here, if Iâm being frank. I think Iâve had a crush on you since the first day we metâŚâ
âWell,â Yunho took a deep breath and leaned so close his warm breath hit my lips, âI know I fell in love with you the very day you moved to the city, angel. I was passing through the neighbourhood as Spiderman and saw you bringing the boxes inside while you were belting out those high notes of the song you were listening to.â
âThatâs so embarrassing!â I grimaced, shaking my head at Yunho.
âNo, itâs actually really adorable. You canât fathom how often you gave me cute aggression, but I had to hold myself back.â I looked down flustered, knowing the feeling way too well.
âWell, Spiderman, itâs a pleasure to officially meet you.â I winked as I looked in Yunhoâs warm chocolate brown eyes, grinning from ear to ear.
âY/N, would you like to be Spiderman and Yunhoâs girlfriend?â I chuckled, pressing a quick kiss against Yunhoâs lips.
âDonât refer to yourself in third person, itâs cringey.â I whispered, feeling just a little bit shy as I bit my bottom lip, âBut yes, I would really like to be Spiderman and Yunhoâs girlfriend.â
âGreat, because Spiderman and Yunho also really want to be your boyfriend.â Yunho whispered back, engulfing me in a bear hug, making me feel safe, like nobody else ever has.
Bro, I canât believe I just bagged both Spiderman and my crush in one go.
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bee 9
series desc: modern best friends > lovers (fem reader) tattoo artist az
warnings: 18+, az acting crazy and toxic haha, arguing/angst, just the beginning of the groveling, simp behavior hahaha, drug/alcohol addiction, reader struggling, heart break, time jumps, aa, depression mess, az is literally falling apart at the seams, don't expect good decisions from reader lol she's hurting that's all ima say
a/n: wow I know I ain't shit this took me so long I'm sorry angst central too ik
wc: 3.8k
other parts can be found on my az masterlist <3
nine
"Say the word Bee, I'll knock on his door and knock him out." His jaw was tight, eyes dark with the desire to inflict pain. Real pain, sometimes that side of Azriel scared me, these days it would only make my panties wet.
"Im fine Az," I wiped tears from my face with the back of my sleeve, my chest tightened slightly at his willingness to put himself at risk for my naivety. "Hes not worth it anyway," I added, trying desperately to swallow the lump in my throat.
"Well that youre right about. Tried to tell you he didnt deserve you," he pauses, his face looking displeased. There's a moment of silence and it made me wish I had the courage to fill it with my feelings for him. "Please stop looking so sad though. Bings will help," he smirks, trying the only way he knew how to lighten the mood, he held up his bong, already freshly packed. I sighed softly, letting a small smile tug at the corner of my lips despite the ache I felt in my chest.
"Yeah they might," I smirk a little bit, and take the bong from him, taking one of my little baby hits, I shove the bong back in his direction, coughing obnoxiously despite the small hit. Normally he would make fun of me, I figured he was sparing me the embarrassment in light of the current situation.
"I can kick his ass," he repeats and I just shake my head at him. I didn't doubt it eitherâ when it came to me, Az didn't have any limits. He would go down swinging for me, no matter who it was.
Thinking back on that memory... It made me feel sick, that now he was the one to hurt me.
I had made the mistake of trusting Azriel too much. I knew better. I knew he wasn't ready for this and still I let myself live in some little fantasy world for weeks. And now... Now I was dealing with the consequences.
My heart was shattered.
Incomparable to my insignificant couple of break ups in the past... This was so much worse.
Az... My Az. Maybe not my Az after all.
He clearly couldn't even handle a relationship.
Or maybe... The alternative made my stomach sink.
Maybe he knew the entire time that he was moving and he was just passing the time until he did? Az wouldn't do that... Would he?
You can know someone forever... As soon as there are drugs involved... Well, nothing is guaranteed.
It seemed to be just as hard for me to admit that he had a problem than it was for him. I hated it, but this painâ it made me see things more clearly, see him more clearly.
I couldn't bring myself to block him. I did have to turn my phone off for a while because not picking up was just becoming hard. 39 missed face time calls, 12 missed regular calls, and a handful of text messages that I was leaving on read.
baby please just talk to me
i'm so sorry shit was so fucking stupid
please come home
bee i swear i'll come over there and drag you out of that house by your hair
you know i didnt mean that
im sorry
i need you bee, don't shut me out
just talk to me
i'll stop drinking so much i'll do whatever please just fucking talk to me
cass is a fucking idiot nothing happened i swear baby i didn't fuck anyone.
The messages were spaced out minutes between some, hours between others. I couldn't help myself when I typed out a reply to the last one.
how do you know you didn't fuck anyone? do you even remember? You were getting your fucking grind on with a random ass bottle girl. or maybe she wasn't random lol who fucking knows with you. and you had your face in tits Az. Tits. WERE TOUCHING YOUR CHEEKS. AND YOU WERE SMILING LIKE YOU LOVED EVERY FUCKING SECOND. AND I BET YOU DID CUS YOU LOOKED HIGH OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND.
It was only seconds before he read it and was typing.
i didn't fuck anyone. i only want you. i'm just a dumbass. bro please do not do this shit to me. i will do ANYTHING to make this up to you that's on literally everything.
And another one.
you don't have a choice anyway and i swear if i catch you outside with any of these mother fuckers yo youre both done
And another.
its not a threat its a warning don't play with me
I groaned in frustration and tossed my phone to the side. It was all so... Exhausting. My chest quite literally hurt. And the audacity, please don't do this to him?
He did this to us.
And why the fuck did he think he owned me? I hated that it made my heart flutterâ bottle girls, titties, Vegas. I reminded myself.
Sick.
I had confessed everything to my mom the first day I had came back to my parents house, which in hindsight I wished I hadn't. Knowing me... I would be back in Azriels bed within days of being back, my cheeks burned at the thought. No matter what he did, it didn't change the way I now knew how he could make me feel.
She had always loved Az, since day one... He had practically been a part of our family at one point, joining our family dinners every night, even my dad and him had a certain respect for each other. 'Some people are just better off as friends,' was my mom's response to the whole ordeal. Maybe she was right, but I didn't like it, not now.
How could we go back to that?
Was it possible to go back to that?
-
The stress, the heaviness of my heart... I couldn't stop myself from swiping a cig from my dad's secret stash in the garage. I was now sat on the rocking chair on my parent's front porch, debating on what I was going to do when I returned home. I had to go soon, it had already been weeks now I was starting to dip into my old wardrobe.
I had been commuting to class even though it was much farther than Azriel's apartment. I just didn't know what to say when I saw him. I didn't even know how to bring up the fact that I knew he was moving. Did he plan on telling me? What had been his plan for my living situation if he didnt have the apartment anymore? Had he even thought about it?
"So you're smoking now?" his voice causes me to jump, my heart nearly leaping from my chest as my head snaps to Azriel who's standing there, one hand shoved in his pocket other hand gripping a small bouquet of flowers. Scarred fingers against delicate stems, my cheeks turned pink remembering what he had done to me with those fingers. That feeling soon turned to anger remembering what he else he had done, he's frozen now, maybe half way up the stone path leading to my parents front door.
"Jesus Az what the fuck?" I breathed out, exhaling a shaky breath, my tone laced with a venom I had never used with him before. "You scared the fuck out of me, what are you even doing here?"
"You know what I'm doing here," his voice is soft but slightly strained, my stomach twists at the pain I can feel, radiating off of him. I didnt know how he did that, he was always able to change the air around meâ like I was so hyper aware of him that I could sense his feelings.
"Az-"
"I love you," he cuts me off, my breath hitches, his cheeks are slightly pink, hand still shoved into his pocket. I set the burning cigarette down on the can beside me, I tried to swallow the lump forming in my throat.
So long.
I had waited to hear those words for so fucking long. And now, here, under these circumstancesâ it didnt feel how I imagined it would. It didnt feel how it was supposed to.
"I love you too Azriel you know I do but I-"
"But what? You dont want me because Im so fucked up right?" His voice drops slightly, his throat bobbing and I noticed his grip tighten on the bouquet in his hand. His face was softâ pained, and my heart cracked again, remembering that boy so many years ago bruised and bloody with that same heartbroken face of betrayal, and now I had done that to him. "Im sorry, Im so fucking sorry pleaseâ"
"I didn't say that," I mumbled, my heart felt like it was bleeding in my chest, like there would be nothing left once he walked away. He didn't dare to step closer. "I just- I need some time Az," I mumbled softly and he closed his eyes for a minute before tugging at his hair, huffing out a frustrated breath. He looked like he would get down on his knees for me, like he would beg me if I asked him to.
"I know what that means Bee," he huffs out another small breath, his face slowly contorting into that hard cold stare I knew him to hide behind. "Anyway," he breaths out, looking away from me. "I'm going to change your mind, weâ" he struggles again before giving up, I could see his eyes were bloodshot as he got closer, dark circles prominently underlining them. "Here," he finally says, he shoves the bouquet in my hand, there was an envelope taped to the side of it with my name on it.
"I'm coming home soon Az," I mumble, though, I didn't even know if I was ready for the conversation the two of us would be having. "I told you we could talk then," I add and he sighs, stepping back off of the porch.
"I'll see you soon then," he muttered softly and just shrugged his shoulders, I could tell he wanted to run to me... He wanted to wrap me in his arms and kiss me. He wanted to strangle me alsoâ I could see that too, that deep rooted need for control, to make me see things his way. I couldn't blame himâ it stemmed from years of physical abuse, traumas I would never truly be able to understand.
"Go home Az. Goodnight, thank you, for the flowers," is the last thing I say before walking back inside shutting the door behind me, in his face. I didnt watch him walk away, that short conversation had been painful enough. I put the flowers in some water and tore open the mini envelope despite how angry I was with him.... Seeing him, made me crave him so much more.
'I could lose every single thing I have in this world but I can't lose you. I miss you. Please stop shutting me out. I can't take much more of this Bee.'
His handwriting was rushedâ desperate messy scrawl, guilt twisted in my gut. I couldn't help it... I had nothing to feel guilty about and yet... Imagining him alone, needing me, missing me... Enough to buy flowers and scribble out a little note. More than I'd ever seen him do for any other woman.
I couldn't fall for it.
My chest tightened and tears welled up in my eyes. Why did he have to fuck everything up? It had been so perfect. Leave it to a fucking man to ruin everything.
-
Azriel swallowed the bile that rose in his throat as he stared blankly in front of him at all of the faces looking back at him. His palms were sweaty, ears hot with embarrassment and he couldn't stop tapping his foot. He had opted not to get up and stand at the front, feeling much more secure in his seat toward the back of the room.
"Hi, uh, my name is Azriel, I'm twenty five, and Im umâ Im an alcoholic," it was the first time he'd ever said it out loud, it tasted horrible on his tongue. "I've um I've been addicted to drinking alcohol probably for about ten years- Got me into other- shit and I'm here today because I fell in love with my best friend and um- I don't want to lose her. Never tried to quit drinking beforeâ never really believed I had a problem butâ yeah, here I am," his voice had gotten quieter as he finished and he realized he was rambling. His cheeks burned, he hated all the eyes on him, hated that he was the center of attention. And he was craving a line, bad.
His introduction was followed by many 'Hi Azriels,' which only made him feel more uncomfortable. They tried to make him feel welcome, tried to relate to himâ get him to open up. He thought he might explode but he listened though. He listened to each and every persons story that shared. And when it was over the leader gave him a small white chip, service, unity, recovery. A pledge to a new beginning, toward sobriety.
He sighed and shoved it into his pocket, he was sitting on the step now, to go coffee cup in his hand, black obviously. Isn't that what recovering alcoholics did? Drink black coffee and smoke cigarettes?
"Can I bum one?" a male voice asks and next thing he knows he's sitting down next to him, he was a bit older, maybe 40.
"Sure," he mutters and pulls a cigarette from the pack and extends it to him, he recognized him from inside the meeting.
"It's Max, if you didn't catch it in there."
"Azriel," he mumbles, looking straight ahead at the cars passing by. He didn't know how to feel. He didn't want to get sober. But he needed Bee. He couldn't lose her, after getting a taste? He couldn't handle not having her again. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"You need a sponsor?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, Azriel shrugs, the new sobriety coin felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket. The anxiousness... The insatiable desire to rid himself of any of his uncomfortable feelings by doing a line and buying a bottle... How the hell was he supposed to stay sane?
"You going to be my sponsor?"
"First things first, don't wear a cocaine vile around your neck to an AA meeting."
-
I was quiet, careful when I slowly pushed open the door to Azriels apartment, my apartment too, I guess. Not for long.
It didn't feel like home anymoreâ the sickening feeling that twisted in my gut as I took a step inside. It was quiet, he wasn't home... Fucking filthy. There was pizza boxes and take out containers, ash everywhere, multiple ash trays made from various things, there were unfinished cigs and blunts everywhere that made it smell awfully of cigarettes and stale weed. Cocaine residue and half crushed pills were out on the coffee table like it was normal. I swallowed thickly, a soft breath leaving my lips I knew I shouldn't feel guilty, shouldn't feel bad that he obviously wasn't okay... But I did, I just left him. Never, never had I ever done that to Azriel. I was the one constant in his life, the one person who was always there. Ever since that day in front of my house all those years ago.
Titties, bottle girls, moving to Vegas. I reminded myself, my stomach turned again. So angry. Fucking idiot.
I entered the kitchen for a glass of water, needing something to calm that sick feeling. The bile that rose in my throat that felt like I was about to hurl everything I ate for the past three days. I thought better of it quickly, before I consumed anything from this rancid kitchen I would need to deep clean and disinfect.
Dirty dishes in the sink, the dishwasher hanging open half loaded still with clean dishes like he had just been taking them from there and hadn't bothered to put anything away, empty liquor bottles overflowing from the small recycling bin, more take out containers, a bong tipped over, the foul smelling water from it still dripping off of the counter, a small puddle of brownish water collected on the white tile.
What the fuck?
My room was the only room that didnt smell like bong water and cigarettes, but still, he had been in here. Maybe even slept in here. Papers covered the floor, not just papers but drawings. There were drawings of me everywhere. Just me, me naked, him and I together, kissing, fucking, our hands intertwinedâ there were even drawings of us when we were younger. A little messy, like he had been pressing down so hardâ drawing with such emotion that he kept breaking his utensil of choice that day.
I let out a soft sob, my hand flying to cover my mouth.
Fuck.
Kat. I needed Kat.
I tried to swallow the growing lump in my throat again and pulled my phone out to check her location. Of course she was at the shop.
-
"Hey," the bells chime softly as I walk into the shop, there was no one in the waiting room besides Kat and she looked up from her phone, our eyes locking.
"Heyyy baby," she greets, flashing me a smile that soon turns into a frown, her eyebrows drawing together. "Are you good?"
"No," I loosed a shaky breath, advancing to the counter, I leaned against it like I had so many times, but my chest was fucking aching. It was so fucking infuriating that nothing felt the same, nowhere felt the same. I guessed this was what heart break really felt like, seeing the world in every color one day and then black and white the next. "Is he here?" I dropped my voice lower, playing with one of the knick knacks on the desk to distract myself.
"No, he left a while ago, didnt say where he was going," she's still frowning, the worried look still plastered on her face.
"The house Kat?" I paused, making a face. "It's fucking disgusting, I don't understand how hes living like that," my harsh words could have only been brought on by anger, she softens, her look turning more sympathetic which annoys me only, I ignore it.
"He hasn't been the best at work eitherâ snapping on everyone, late every day and fucked up," she lets out a small sigh, "Rhys is fucking pissed," she pulls her lip between her teeth.
"Fuck Rhys, honestly," I mutter quietly, she raises an eyebrow in response but I only ignore it. Of course, none of this was his fault, but still Vegas. Why fucking Vegas? "It's my turn to get fucked up, anyway, that's why I'm here I bought a bottle to pregame, just needed my bitch and one of her miniskirts," my words are met with a grin.
"Babes you know I got you."
-
I hadn't been drunk in a while, so to say the least I was enjoying myself. The pounding of the music, talking to strangers, dancing with Kat. I had needed all of this.
To slip out of my mind for a few hours and just let go.
Kat was definitely enjoying herself now too, and was dancing with some tall sexy man she had just met. I was keeping to myself for the most part, on the edge of the dance floor, swaying my hips to the music as I surveyed the scene with a fuzzy mind.
My mouth popped open in slight surprise and when I felt curiosity instead of the desire to leave immediately, I knew I had drank too much. There was Eris, in all his jewelry and expensive clothes, looking poised and composed as always. Long pale ringed fingers wrapped around a glass of amber liquid. I hadn't seen him since the night we shared.
"You ghosted me princess."
"I had other things going onâ and I didnt finish," I smile boredly, not meeting his gaze, it must have been the liquor making me so bold, he scoffs slightly his eyebrows raising in surprise.
"Let me buy you a drink then, to make up for it, must have been an off day for me," he inquires, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction that my body was basically broken with anyone except for Azriel, I would let him believe it was his fault. His ego could be taken down a peg, anyway.
"I have one already," I raise it up slightly, smirking as I swirl the liquid around in the cup.
"Not anymore," in a swift motion he takes the glass from my hand and dumps the drink in a near by plant, a fake plant. I squeaked, looking around to see if anyone else had witnessed it.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? It's fake and you just filled it with liquor and juice! Have you even heard of a fruit fly?" I demanded, swaying a bit on my feet, liquor buzzing through my veins. If anyone did that at my bar, I scoffed slightly at the thought staring him down judgmentally for his utter carelessness.
"It's fake, so the liquor won't kill it," he flashed me his insufferable sexy grin before adding "there's wins and losses to every decision we make," his eyes flashed and I stopped for a moment, weighing those words.
No, I can't get caught up in this. I had to figure out what was going on with Azriel and I. "And now you don't have a drink and I get to buy you one, so I win, Im not really concerned nor do I care about any of the losses. Besides, I only ever come here looking for you, so I don't care if they get fruit flies." That cocky smirk he wore, the way he carried himself... He did look good. That piercing gaze, the confidence that radiated off of him along with his expensive dizzying cologne.
I remembered what Az had said about him 'theres a lot of people that would kill him in this city' hearing his words echo in my head, knowing how much he hated that I'd been with Eris... I swallowed, my cheeks turning pink.
Az didnt care when he was fucked up, when he was smushing his face between those two bottle girls titties he didnt think about me at homeâ waiting for him.
So I wouldn't care now.
I didnt think about him, I didnt think about what it would do to him when I wrapped my fingers up into Eris expensive shirt and yanked his tall frame down to me.
"Wins and losses you say?" I whisper before pressing a kiss to his lips.
-
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careful what you wish for // sam and colby (pt. 5)
A/N: hey yall⌠long time no see with this fic. so, i'm gonna be honest with you, this one is rough in about every way you can imagine. idk why i felt the need to do all of this in this fic, but just be prepared when you read it. thank you for all of the love and support you guys have given me on this fic and the past 12 nights of other content I've been giving you. it means the world to me that you guys continue to stick around and read my shit lol thanks again, lmk what you think, and happy halloween !!
prompt: it's been a year since you last saw sam and colby. you hit up jess, your friend, to see if she can give you the magic spell book to finally get rid of them. but sam and colby know your plan, and they won't be taking this attempt to kill them too kindly. || vampire!sam and demon!colby x fem!reader
trigger warning: SMUT, likeâŚ. so much smut, supernatural powers being used on you, coming on command, multiple orgasms for Y/N, snc are fucking MEAN in this so just a forewarning, very possessive, you're being punished for being a bad girl, edging, watching sam fuck jess your bestie, don't worry she ends up not being real lol, cursing, magic, degrading and praising language, cliffhanger ending??, mentions of: princess, baby girl, good girl, slut, plaything, toy, sex doll, a lot of OURS mentions too, snc threaten you a bunch as well but flip back and forth between being nice and mean, dubcon just to be safe⌠so if none of that sounds like something you want to read turn back now :)
word count: 5945
You took a deep breath, stepping out of the uber. You strutted into the bar, anxiety hitting you once inside. You searched around, until finally stopping on Jess. You waved, walking over to her.
She stood up, giving you a quick hug, "Wow, Y/N. It's been so long! How have you been? You look great."
"Thanks, Jess. I know, it feels like forever since we last saw each other." You answered honestly.
"Yeah, I think the last time was..." Her voice trailed off, thinking.
"The book." You deadpanned.
She nodded, "Right. The book."
You sat down, your eyes looking her over, "Speaking of, do you have it?"
"Of course. I saw your text to bring it so I did." She pulled it out, sliding it across the table. It still looked the same, leather bound and old, and the sight of it made your heart flutter.
You sighed, "I appreciate you doing this. I wasn't sure if you were still mad at me from last time or-"
"No, no. I shouldn't have gotten so upset with you. Obviously, if someone had told me a magic book was going to make me a boyfriend, I too would have thought they were crazy," Jess laughed. "Well, I guess in your case, two boyfriends."
"Yeah about that... that's why I need this book." You admitted.
"You want to get rid of them? Why?" She asked, leaning in.
"They've been gone for a while now. They pop into my dreams, but haven't been around in about a year. The last time I saw them..." Your mind flooded with the previous time, months back, of them fucking you in front of all your coworkers. None of them remembered the next day, but you did. The images alone made it hard to look anyone in the eye anymore. Your face heated up, "I'll just say it was the last time I truly wanted to see them. They have gone too far and I just don't know how much more I can take from them."
Her expression softened. "I can only imagine what dating a vampire and a demon would be like."
"Dating is the nicest way to describe what we have. It's more of a... free use situationship." You huffed, "But I can't deal with it anymore. I want a normal life, no matter what they claim."
"What do they say?" She inquired.Â
"They say I enjoy this, what we do. And while that is true to some extent, I can't keep living like this. I mean, how much longer am I supposed to keep having them show up randomly in my life to fuck my brains out? Sure, I enjoy it in the moment, but afterwards I feel embarrassed." You divulged, lowering your eyes to the table.
"I mean, if you like it you shouldn't feel ashamed." She remarked.
"Well, I do. And I just want them gone. I think I've paid my dues back entirely to this book." You gaze down at it, stroking the cover, "I'm sorry. Please help me get rid of them."
She snickered, "How about we don't do that in the middle of this bar?"
"That's probably a good idea." You placed the book next to you, exhaling. "So, how has your dating life been since the book shut? Please tell me it went back to normal so that I might have something to look forward to."
"Oh yeah, it's been normal alright. Some highs, some lows." She chuckled, "Speaking of, I actually invited one of the guys I've been seeing to come here."
"That's cool. Is he nice?" You questioned.
"Yeah, super sweet. And he plans to bring his best friend with him. So, if you wanna stick around and meet him, maybe you can start this new chapter sooner rather than later?" She suggested, beaming mischievously.
You shrugged, "Sounds good to me. Let's get a drink first though."
"Already ordered. Should be here... now." Jess smiled at the waitress, who placed down two drinks. "Thank you."
You raised your drink, "Cheers... to new beginnings."
"Cheers." She raised her glass, clinking it with yours. You both sipped on your drinks, nodding at the taste. Jess' phone buzzed on the table, she glanced down and beamed. "Oh, they're here."
You nodded, waiting uncomfortably. You weren't sure if you were really in the mood to meet these two new guys, but you figured you'd stay to finish your drink and then leave. No harm, no foul.
"Hey baby girl, how you doing?" A familiar voice spoke, walking up to Jess and embracing her.
You glanced up. Your stomach dropped and your heart sped up. This can't be happening.
"Hey Sam. This is my friend Y/N." Jess introduced.
"Hello, nice to meet you." Sam grinned, then pointed next to you. "And this is my friend Colby."
"Hi." Colby stated simply, locking eyes with you. His face was cold, with just a hint of a devilish glint.
You shuttered a breath, chest heavy. "There's no fucking way..."
"What? What's wrong?" Jess furrowed her brow.
"I-I, I can't do this. No. I absolutely won't do this." You slid out of your seat, shoving Colby and walking towards the bathrooms. You could hear them call after you, but you ignored them. You needed to leave, you knew that. But you wanted to just be away from them for a moment to get your bearings.
You stumbled into the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall. You took some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. You were okay, you were in control, and there was no way that this was going to start up again. Sam and Colby were just fucking with you, once again, and you were not going to allow that to happen. You had the book, and so you-
FUCK, the book! The book was still on the table.... now with Sam and Colby.
You covered your face with your hands, muffling a scream of frustration. You grunted, pushing the stall door open and exiting the bathroom.
You stomped back into the bar, freezing the moment you did. The table was empty, Jess, the boys, and the book were nowhere to be found. There was, however, a small note on the table. You grabbed it, reading it quickly.
If you want to see the book again, come to the back of the bar.
- Sam and Colby
You spun on your heel, retracing your steps. You passed the bathrooms, continuing to walk down the hallway. You had been to this bar a couple times before, knowing that the back area was for special occasions, parties. As you drew closer to the room, you noticed the red lights illuminating the hallway and door. You swallowed hard, turning the knob and stepping into the room.
It was dark, and very hard to make out anything in it. You knew there were tables and chairs around, but you didn't see any from the little vision you had. You raised your hand, trying to feel around for a light switch or something. Suddenly, you felt a hand grab you, shoving you down onto a soft surface. You fought against their hold; pushing, shoving. But it didn't stop them from wrapping something tight around your wrists, pulling them away from your body. You cursed out whoever was touching you, kicking them hard. They had no reaction to you, just pushing your legs back down onto the surface.
The lights in the room turned on. You blinked rapidly, looking around quickly. You were on a bed, tied to the bedpost by your wrist. At the end of the bed stood Sam and Colby, smiling at you.
"Princess, so glad you could join us." Colby quipped.
Sam nodded, "We've missed you so much."
"Fuck you! What the hell is this shit for?" You yelled, shaking against your binds.
"You know, we could ask you the very same thing about..." Colby pulled the book out from behind his back, "This."
"Care to explain why you have this?" Sam asked innocently.
"Just gonna do some light reading." You sneered.
Colby rolled his eyes, "You don't really have room to play coy with us, Y/N. You might want to start explaining yourself."
"I have nothing to say to you." You spat.
"Is that so? Then I guess you're okay with this." Sam pulled out a silk cloth. You glared at him and the fabric, confused. He slid up the bed, taking the cloth and wrapping it around your head, covering your mouth. You tried to fight against him, but with your arms tied there wasn't much you could do besides rock your body side to side.
"As much as I love your little moans and whimpers, you not being able to talk gets me going just as much." Sam teased, his voice low in your ear.
You rolled your eyes and watched him slithered back down to the end of the bed.
"Now that we've got your complete attention, let's start. First off, princess, how dare you?" Colby scoffed. "We've done nothing but make your life better and this is the thanks we get? You, trying to get rid of us? Bad girl."
"Even though we haven't been around, we have been watching you. And we heard about your little plan to cut us loose. How exactly did you think that would play out for you?" Sam demanded.
Colby stepped closer, glaring down at you. "Do you remember what we said last time? You're ours. We own you. What about that screams 'I have a choice'?"
Sam leaned against the bedpost, "Well, she does have a choice. She just realistically won't make the one that actually sends us away."
"You're right, Sam. You know why? Because she enjoys this. Us. What we do to her." Colby chuckled darkly.
"Exactly. And God knows, if she saw us with someone else, she would lose her mind." Sam taunted.
You grunted against the gag, angrily.
"What was that sweetheart? You're gonna have to speak up." Colby sassed, his eyes cold.
You glared daggers at Colby, cursing him out loudly in your head.
"Ooh, harsh words from such a sweet girl." He slid his hand over his chest, "If I had a heart, it would be broken."
"I have one... It doesn't beat, though. But if it did, it would beat only for you." Sam fluttered his eyelashes at you jokingly.
"Always the romantic, Sam." Colby exhaled, "Anyway, how about we test out our theory? Would you do the honors?"
"Sure." Sam turned to the door, calling, "Jess! Come on out."
Colby narrowed his eyes, mumbling. "I could have yelled for her."
Jess stepped into the room, slowly walking over and standing in between Sam and Colby. Your heart sped up, gazing back and forth between her and them. Was she under their spell? Why was she not reacting?
He pointed between the two of them, "Do you wanna go first or-?"
Sam agreed, "You go ahead. I am the one that's been dating Jess."
"That's true. Jess?" She turned to Colby, her glassy eyes reflecting in the lights. "Start sucking his dick."
Jess nodded, dropping to her knees instantly and undoing Sam's pants. You gasped against the gag, looking away as best you could.
"No no, princess. You need to watch. This is your punishment, after all." Colby marched up to you, turning your head to them. His eyes snaked over your face, smirking. "If looks could kill⌠I'd be dead again. But anyway, keep looking at them."
Your eyes locked onto Jess and Sam, widening as you realized you couldn't look away.
"Happy Halloween, babe." He warned cockily, "Remember... I'm a lot stronger tonight. And so is Sam."
Jess' head bobbed up and down on Sam's cock, slurping and sucking noises falling from her lips. Sam's hands rested on the back of her head, keeping her rhythm steady. He grew harder and harder in her mouth with her actions. He rolled his head back in pleasure, humming low.
Seeing Sam's dick work itself in and out of her mouth turned you on. You hated admitting it, but it was true. Just the thought of their dicks alone made you wet.
"We told you if you tried to get rid of us, we would have to punish you. So, this is what you deserve. You only have yourself to blame." Colby hissed.
You wanted to roll your eyes, or glare, but they remained on Sam and Jess. You could feel your sex grow slick, your thighs pressing together.
"Oh no sweetheart, you gotta keep your legs apart." Colby grabbed your thighs, forcing them open. You shoved at him with your legs, doing your best to kick him.
"Fine, if you're gonna do that..." He pulled back, snapping his fingers. Suddenly your legs were chained to a bar that separated them from one another. You tried to shimmy your legs, but the bar clicked them further apart.
Colby smirked, "You might want to stop doing that. The more you move your legs, the farther apart they are gonna be. And I have a feeling you don't want to be full spread eagle. Now, I wouldn't be against it-"
"Me neither." Sam chimed in, moaning.
"Him either, but assumingly because of your attitude, you wouldn't like it," he snickered. "Look at me, princess."
You turned your head sharply towards him, your eyes fixating on him. He smiled calmly, looking over your face. "Such a pretty girl."
You cursed at your stomach as it flipped from his words. You hated his affect on you.
"You can say that all you want, Y/N. But you didn't seem to feel that way every. single. time. I've fucked you. That we've fucked you. Do you need a refresher?
Colby placed a single finger in between your breasts, and your mind became flooded with thoughts and memories of your time together with the boys. You could almost feel them inside of you, fucking your cunt roughly and bringing you to the brink of orgasm.
You panted against the gag, feeling pleasure rack your body all over. You shook against the bed, grinding your hips up into the air to relieve some tension, but to no avail.Â
"Do you need some help there, baby?" Colby uttered, his face close to yours.Â
Sam's voice strained as he fucked Jess' mouth. "Yeah, Colby. Help her out. Maybe she can come when I do."
"Oh, that sounds fun." Colby waved his hand in a figure eight, and you felt a device press itself on your clit. A low vibration began, and your eyes rolled slightly into your head.
"How's that feel, Y/N? Good? Bad? Do you need more?" The vibrations turned up higher, your thighs wanting to clench around the device. "Or less?"
You whined, trying to push yourself harder onto the vibrator. Colby hummed, watching you squirm.
âWatch Sam fuck Jess' mouth.â He commanded.
Your head turned to Sam, taking in everything. He was holding onto Jess' head much harder now, bucking his hips into her mouth quickly. He looked at you, winked, and fucked her mouth harder. Jess enthusiastically gagged, digging her nails into Sam's thighs.
The vibrator grew to a higher intensity, your legs shaking pleasurably. Your heart was ramping up faster and faster, your body starting to feel like it was just coming close to the edge. Part of was jealous of Jess, because all you wanted was Sam to be fucking you like that. Or Colby. Or both.
"If you honestly think you're gonna come right now, you're wrong." Colby whispered harshly in your ear, turning the vibrator down low.
You grunted, wanting to look at him. You fought against your binds, the bar for your legs separating farther.
"I told you to stop doing that, sweetie. Because now, I can turn this up," the vibrator pressed harder into your clit, going to max speed suddenly. "And now, it can get even closer to you and your aching clit."
Sam's eyes met yours, "Baby girl, I'm sorry he's so mean. I swear when I'm done with Jess, I'll make sure to treat you right."
"Remember Y/N, he's the weird one. Don't trust him." Colby taunted, turning the vibrator down again.
"Fuck, I'm getting close. You have such a good mouth, Jess." Sam commented hungrily.
Colby gasped, "How about this, Y/N? Let's play a game. I'll let you come if you admit how jealous you are of Jess."
"Are you jealous, plaything?" Sam cooed mockingly, still fucking Jess' mouth.
Colby turned your head to him, holding your chin in his hand. "Oh, very. Let's see if she'll admit it."
He tore the gag away, a loud breath immediately leaving your lips. "The floor is yours, princess."
You seethed, "Fuck. You."
Aww, she's just playing shy now. Why don't we see how she really feels?" Colby cranked the vibrator up to the max setting, the buzzing loud in your ears.
You whimpered helplessly, thrusting your hips against the toy. You couldn't help it; your clit was throbbing and your mind was fuzzy from watching Sam fuck another girl's mouth. And all you wanted was for one of them to touch you.
This was not how you thought this night would go.
Colby pressed his body closer to yours. You could feel the heat of him rolling off onto you. "Just say how you truly feel, and I'll make sure you come. Speak your mind."
"I'm getting real close-" Sam's hips sped up, his body glistening with sweat. "Fuuuuck! So you better make it quick, slut."
"Come on, Y/N. Tell us the truth. Say you're jealous. Say you want Sam to fuck your mouth like that. Do it!" Colby ordered.
You held your tongue defiantly, whining as it felt like the vibrator grew stronger and stronger against your dripping sex.
He cocked his head to the side, "You're really not gonna speak? Okay, then. Maybe we really have to pull it out of you."
Hands and fingers began touching you all over, caressing your body in the most sensitive places. You rutted against the vibrator, your body having a mind of it's own. You moaned loudly, surprised by the pleasure.
"That's it baby, I know you're getting close. Just say you want to be here, with my cock in your mouth, and you'll get to come." Sam growled, thrusting faster and faster.
You stuttered, your mouth barely able to form words, "F-Fuck, fine. I want your cock in my mouth."
"And what else, princess?" Colby egged on.
"I-I'm jealous of Jess. Please let me come and please fuck my mouth." You whimpered, biting your lip.
"God, your pleas are so pretty. Fuck, I'm gonna come!" Sam bucked his hips hastily, slamming repeatedly into Jess' mouth. She choked and gagged on his dick, taking it effortlessly. He came down her throat, letting out a breathy groan as he did. He slowed his hips, still holding her head in place.
"Do you wanna come, Y/N?" Colby whispered.
You panted, moving your hips faster against the toy. "Yes! Please!"
"I'm happy you're in a better mood now." Colby smiled, then his face dropped. "But no."
The vibration and hands disappeared, leaving your body trembling, "W-What?"
"No. You don't get to come. You have to do much better than that." He snapped his fingers, the binds holding you down disappearing. "Take your clothes off, get on your knees, and masturbate in front of us."
Your body followed Colby's words, dropping down hard. You ripped your clothes off your body desperately. The cool air hit your warm skin, causing your nipples to harden and your whole body to grow chills. Your fingers found your swollen clit, rubbing intensely. You stifled a cried, anger filling your veins as you looked up at Sam and Colby.
"You've done your job, Jess. You can go."
Jess nodded, slowly walking out of the room with tear stained cheeks and cum drooling out of her mouth.
You snarled at them, somehow able to speak while pleasuring yourself. "How dare you do that to her! You guys are fucking sick."
"First off, what the hell did you expect from a demon and a vampire? We're depraved. Sue us." Sam rolled his eyes, annoyed. "And secondly, she wasn't even real."
You narrowed your eyes, your breath quickening. "What? H-How?"
"Magic. It's Halloween baby." Sam chuckled, jumping towards you, "Boo!"
"Jess was really here at one point, but she left a long time ago. Hell, once she gave you the book, she was done. So, the rest has just been in your head." Colby explained.
Sam added proudly, "Made up by us, of course."
"Speaking of the book, let me just pull it back out." Colby flipped through it, skimming over the pages lazily. He sighed, "It sucks I can't read Latin."
Sam scoffed, "Aren't you a demon? Isn't that what you guys do?"
"You know, that is incredibly rude to say. How stereotypical of you to think that, Samuel." Colby frowned disappointedly, "I expected more from you."
"Sorry. I'll do better next time." Sam apologized.
You groaned huskily, trying to stop yourself from masturbating. But your hands kept moving. "Don't you guys get sick of hearing your own voice?!"
Sam shook his head. "No. Not really."
"Oh I'm sorry, princess." Colby's eyes turned black as he lowered himself to your face. His voice thundered off the walls of the room, "Did you expect us to be fucking nice when you got this book to fucking kill us?! You're lucky all we're doing is making you edge. There are lot worse things I could fucking do to you, but this is me playing nice."
Sam gaped, "That gave me chills."
"Shut up, Sam." You jeered.
Sam's eyes turned red, glaring at you. He yanked the book from Colby's hands, flipping open to a page, and tearing it out of the book.
Your voice croaked, "W-What are you doing?!"
"Punishing you. I don't know if that spell was important, but let's hope for your sake it wasn't." Sam retorted.
"Please, don't! I'm sorry! Fuuuck. I'll be a good girl." You whined helplessly.
He snapped, "I'm sure you will. Since that's the only way you're gonna come."Â
You suddenly felt a vibrator press against your cunt again. A desperate wail ripped through you, sweat dripping down your back as your body grew hotter and hotter.
Colby cupped your face, making you look up at him and Sam. "Tell us the truth, Y/N. How did watching Sam fuck Jess make you feel?"
You felt your mouth speak, but you had no choice on what you were saying. The truth spilled out of you. "I-I hated it. Oh my God, I hated it! I wished it was me."
"And what about now? What do you want?" Sam asked teasingly.
You bounced on the vibrator, pushing yourself against it harder. "I want to come! I want you to fuck me! Please!! Fuck, please please. I just need to come so badly."
Colby leaned in, "Who do you belong to?"
"You!" You exclaimed.
Sam repeated, "Who do you belong to?"
"Y-You!" You looked at him, pleading.
"That's it baby. Get right to the edge, I know. I know you wanna come. Do it for me. Get right there, get right there!" Colby commanded, nodding as you did what you were told.
Your fingers rubbed faster and faster, the vibrator matching your speed. You panted and whimpered, feeling yourself get right to the edge. You knew any second now you were going to come. All you could think about was coming and having Sam and Colby fuck you.
Colby smiled, "Stop touching yourself."
Your hands dropped to your sides, the vibrator disappearing. Your eyes welled up, your body still shaking with ecstasy, ready to fall over the edge at any second. A strangled cry heaved in your chest, your eyes boring into Sam and Colby's.
"Don't look so sad, baby girl. We would never leave you unsatisfied." Sam rubbed your hair softly for a moment, "Get on the bed for us."
"Lay on your back. Keep your legs and head off the bed." Colby instructed.
You did as you were told, stumbling awkwardly to the bed again. You laid down, allowing your legs to dangle off one side and your head on the other. Colby was suddenly at your feet, naked and spreading your legs wide. You felt the bar back again, keeping your legs locked and apart. He took the bar and put it around his neck, keeping your legs up. Your feet rested on his shoulder as he gazed down at your soaked pussy.
"It pains me to torture you like this, princess. Do you know how hard you've made me?" He groaned, stroking himself, "My cock has just been dying to bury itself inside you. Exactly where it belongs."
"Hi, toy. You ready for me to use your throat? That's what you wanted, right?" Sam appeared above you, his shaft dangling just above your mouth.
You nodded, unable to form words with how horny you were.
They both filled you up at the same time, not even giving you a warning. They groaned in unison, your moans muffled by Sam's cock deep within your throat. They stilled their hips, pushing all the way to the hilt until they couldn't no more.
Colby sighed happily, "The best days of my life are when I'm inside of you, Y/N. Your cunt is like heaven."
"I don't know which one is better, her mouth or her pussy. But either way, I love them both." Sam keened.Â
Colby chuckled darkly, "That's all you are to us, you know. Just two holes. For us to use."
"What did she say we had? A free use situationship? That sounds about right." Sam laughed.
"And you wouldn't want it any other way. You love being used. You love how we take whatever we want from you." Their hips were matching each other in tandem, thrusting into you at a slow pace.
Sam continued, shooting back. "You were literally on the floor, begging us to let you come. And now your cunt and mouth are filled with our cocks. What a fucking slut.
Colby gasped breathlessly, "Fuck, you tightened around me when he said that. Is that what you are, princess? A slut?"
Sam mocked, tsking. "I thought you wanted to be a good girl."
"Good girls don't get used like this. Good girls don't try to get rid of their fuck buddies." Colby cursed.
"Good girls don't have fuck buddies. Good girls have boyfriends that love and cherish them." Sam snickered.
"Maybe we do feel that way for you, baby. We just have such." Colby bucked his hips into your hard once, "a funny." Twice. "way." Thrice. "of showing it."
"We do love you baby girl. We care about you so much. Which is why you can't be with anyone else. Who else is gonna treat you this good?" Sam moved his cock a bit deeper, making you choke.
"Exactly. Who else is gonna make you come like this?" Colby breathed, smirking.
Suddenly an orgasm rocked through you. You gagged on Sam's cock, unable to stop yourself from thrust back and forth on their cocks. You bucked wantonly, gripping the bed sheet as your legs shook against Colby.
Sam was in awe, "There's our plaything! God, having you choke on my cock makes me wanna come again."
Colby smiled lazily, "She's been so good for us. How about you give us another orgasm baby?"
Another orgasm hit you just as the last one started to fade. You shuttered against Colby's shaft, shaking intensely. You whined around Sam, white knuckling the bed.
"There you go. I know how badly you wanted to come, princess. You squeezed my cock so tightly then. You just want to milk me dry, don't you?" Colby spoke in a needy tone.
Sam buried himself in your throat, "How about another, just because?"
Once more, you erupted in euphoria. Your thighs trembled and your eyes blurred with tears as you cried out in pain and pleasure. Your mind went blank, seeing stars as you rode out your high.Â
The boys laughed, still thrusting into you, but now a bit faster. "Oh Sam, that was mean. She didn't deserve that."
"I thought she said she wanted to come. I'm just granting her wish." Sam sang teasingly.
"That's true. How about... Colby hummed, plunging all the way into your sex, "one more for good measure?"
Your cunt exploded in yet another climax. Your come leaked down your inner thighs, soaking you and the bed. Your back arched and your hands clung onto Sam's hands, needing something to ground you. You could barely think, the pleasure too much for you.
"I think you've had your fun, babe. It's time for us to have ours." Colby spat.
Sam and Colby sped up their thrusts, your body at their whim. Colby drove his sex into yours, the sounds of your wet cunt sending a shiver up your spine. Sam cupped your throat with his hand as he bucked his cock into you. Your jaw had grown slack, allowing him more access to your mouth and throat.
You laid still on the bed, letting the men use you. You felt dazed in the best way. Your body trembled with lust, your skin feeling cool in the hot air of the room. Maybe you were wrong about getting rid of the boys. How could you think of getting rid of them when they were able to make you feel this amazing?
Colby ran his hands up and down your legs, squeezing your thighs tightly. "God baby, I just love how tight you are. Fuck, you are taking my cock so well. You know what? I forgive you for your attitude earlier. Clearly you just needed a good fucking from us."
Sam moaned, "Just needed to be reminded who owns you."
"That's right. You're ours, princess. And we're yours. We'd never want to fuck someone other than you. You're all we want. And we're all you want, yeah?" Colby questioned, his voice hoarse.
You nodded, blinking rapidly from the tears clouding your vision as Sam continued pounding into your throat, gagging you.
Colby's eyes darkened as he glared at you. "Next time though, we won't be nice. You'll really learn the meaning of free use, you understand me?"
Sam grunted huskily, "God, don't tempt me. I would love to use you freely."
Colby leaned forward, uttering, "I told you he was a freak."
"As if you wouldn't too." Sam argued breathlessly. "Are you getting close, sweetie? Do you wanna come again?"
You groaned around Sam's dick, bobbing your head.
Sam gave a smug smile to Colby, picking up his pace. "I think that's a yes."
"Well, you're just gonna have to wait, princess. I want you to come with us." Colby matched his pace, plowing into you.
Sam whined, "I want to come in her pussy this time."
"So do I." Colby halted, "How about I come in her first and you come in her afterwards?"
Sam nodded eagerly. "Sounds amazing. You won't mind, right baby girl?"
You didn't say anything, just kept bouncing and sucking on their cocks. You were so mindless you barely understood them anymore. All you knew is that you wanted their cum inside you soon. That's all you could think about.
Colby cooed, grinning lustfully. "Aww, we mindfucked her. She has nothing going on up there."
"That's perfect. I love a girl so cummed out of her mind she doesn't know how to even speak." Sam growled, smirking.
"Sheâs basically a sex doll for us. No thoughts, just a set of wet holes for us to use and come in. God, you're so fucking sexy, princess." Colby's hips moved faster, his body shaking yours with each thrust.
Sam kept his cock inside of your mouth, "You getting close, Colby?"
"Fuuuck, yes. Her cunt is gripping my cock. Jesus Christ you feel so fucking good baby." Colby pounded your pussy desperately, his hands gripping your legs.
"That's it, Y/N. Milk his cock. Make him come." Sam bossed.
"I'm gonna fucking breed you, princess. You love when I do that. A-And you're gonna come when I do." Colby sped up his thrusts, jackhammering into you. He picked your hips up off the bed, hitting you even deeper. He shouted passionately, "Fuck I'm right there! F-Fuck! Come for me!"
You shattered, choking out a filthy mewl around Sam's member. Your hips met Colby's with each of his thrusts. He plunged into you a final time, spilling all of his seed deep within you. You felt your cunt fill with his load, throbbing around him intensely. His groans grew quiet, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
Colby caught his breath, exhaling deeply. "You're such a good girl for us. And now, you're gonna take Sam's come."
He pulled out, your pussy feeling empty and used. But then it was filled up once more, now with Sam. You gasped huskily, your throat sore from his round on it. You glanced down at Sam as he began pounding into you.
Colby rubbed your face sweetly, wiping the drool off of the corners of your mouth. "Open up, princess. I need somewhere to rest my cock until he comes."
You popped your mouth open, taking Colby's semi-hard dick and letting it fill you up. You were used to having something there now, and you were happy to have it be Colby's.
"Do you like tasting yourself on my cock, slut?" Colby commented.
You hummed, agreeing mindlessly. Sam started slamming himself into you, your body shaking with each deep thrust. Your cunt gushed around him, wet from your and Colby's cum.
"Holy shit, you feel amazing baby girl! Fuck I'm getting so close. When I come, you come too!" Sam howled, bucking wildly.
Colby reached over, rubbing your clit in time with Sam's thrusts. "Just one more time, Y/N. Give us everything you got. Be a good girl for us."
Sam's eyes flashed red, his fangs appearing. "God damn - yes! Milk my cock, Y/N. Take every drop of my fucking cum and come with me!"
The ecstasy you felt was unlike anything you every experienced before. Your vision went white, unable to see or hear anything. You rutted up to meet Sam's thrusts, your body moving purely on instinct. You no longer had even an ounce of control over your body. You felt your throat vibrate with gurgled screams and cries. You soaked his dick and sucked on Colby's, your body rag dolling against the bed.
"So good for us. You did so well, angel." Colby murmured.
Sam breathed, staring at you sweetly. "You're so pretty when you come. Our pretty girl. You can rest now"
Your eyes fluttered, your body exhausting beyond repair. You closed your eyes, passing out instantly.
When you finally awoke, your body was sore from your wrists to your ankles. You were back in your room, but you knew that that wasn't a dream. As you sat up in bed, an object on the floor stood out to you.
The book. It was here, in your house. And away from Sam and Colby.
You jumped out of bed, grabbing it. You looked it over, flipping through the pages. The piece that Sam tore out must have been back in as the book was intact.
You nodded to yourself, knowing what you had to do next.
Time to get rid of Sam and Colby.
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pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader, oc x reader
genre: angst, fluff, smut, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader
word count: 16.2k (i'm so sorry omg)
summary: hyunjin crashing at a party he wasn't initially invited to, with the one and only purpose of seeing you, could either go incredibly wrong... or incredibly right.
warnings: mansion party, drinking, cursing, heavy making out, foreplay, very slight fingering and handjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), MINORS DNI!!!!
a/n: hellooo, here it is!! this monster of a one shot!!! i am so sorry to those of you who aren't into long fics (i feel you my bbs i'm one of them lol) but you can always take your time and read this in a couple of days or something idk :')
either way i hope you guys enjoy and please, please, pleaseeee let me know your thoughts on this. it really took me more effort and time than i had initially calculated lmao and i would really love to gossip about it with you guys<3
Feelings were something Hyunjin had avoided all his life. Or at least for as long as he had learned the meaning of them, along with the implications of being in a formal relationship with the one person you allegedly had said feelings for.
He just didn't understand why anyone would want to complicate things with them, when they could simply live in the moment and be with anyone they wanted, whenever they wanted. No strings attached seemed like Heaven, and the best way to live your life.
It had worked for him all these years. No complications. No misunderstandings. Just meaningless sex, with girls who knew beforehand they would not be getting anything else from him. If they were lucky enough, they might get to be with him more than once in the name of having a good time, but that was it. That was all they would ever get. That was all he would ever give to someone.
Up until you came into the picture.
You had come to change his entire world without a warning, as you were the exact opposite to him by not being afraid of your feelings â if anything, being in love with the whole concept of them. You were shameless when it came to them. You were in love with the idea of love.
You had feelings for him, and you did not try to hide it one bit. You knew that he knew about them, yet you did not try to play it cool or to even deny it. No, you embraced it. And that was both annoying and terrifying to Hyunjin.
He didn't know how to react to that. He didn't like feelings. He didn't want complications. He didn't want commitment.
But then he found himself caring a little too much about you and Changbin hooking up.
And he found himself looking for excuses to spend time with you.
And feeling his chest tighten at both the sight and thought of you and his friend.
Until he kissed you. And suddenly he didn't only feel all that about you and his friend alone, but about you and anyone else. You and anyone who wasn't him.
He started caring a little too much about you. Wanting to be with you at all times. Wanting to kiss you at all times. Wanting to talk to you, to make you laugh. Wanting to make you feel better whenever you were down, and be there with you through all your achievements.
He started wanting you all to himself.
Just like that, he got caught in the complications he never wanted, and the commitment he had so diligently tried to avoid.
And it took him to lose you for it to hit him why he had found himself caught in all those situations he so confidently claimed to despise.
Feelings. That was the answer. His feelings for you. The very ones he had tried his best to look past and now could no longer deny.
The very ones that ended up bringing him into a house ânot to say mansionâ he had never been to before, surrounded by people who were mainly strangers to him, looking for the one person amongst all of them he only cared about.
Changbin had called Soyeon as soon as they arrived at the mansion, so she could open the door for them and let them into the party they were both crashing at. Hyunjin only got to greet her before he realised he was third wheeling a matter of seconds later â flashbacks to that one time he had found them making out in Minhyuk's kitchen coming to mind and making him cringe, being enough to excuse himself from them and decide to wander around on his own instead.
Taking a look around, he couldn't help but curse under his breath over how fucking big the place was. He was pretty sure the fancy living room alone was bigger than his entire shared apartment with Seungmin and Bin. The marble stairs to the second floor looked straight out of an upper class movie, and he failed at counting all the doors that were at simple sight.
How the hell was he supposed to find you in here?
He was not giving up that easily, though. He had literally only come here because of you, after all. So, with a subtle shake of his head, he made his way through the many acting majors so he could reach what he thought would be the kitchen. You being there getting a refill or just hanging out seemed like a very high possibility.
Only you were not.
There were only a few people in there, and after doing a double take, he came to terms with you simply not being there. Letting out a sigh, he walked up to the counter and poured himself a drink, taking a sip of it as he pulled his phone out and scrolled down on Twitter â maybe you had posted something that could give him an idea about where exactly you were inside this endless-looking place.
"Hyunjin?"
His head snapped towards where his name had came from â having been too focused on his phone to fully take in the femenine voice, yet hoping he would lock eyes with you. Instead, he found himself locking them with Lee Somin, an acting major he had met at a party last year and ended up taking back home that same night.
"SominâŚ" he couldn't help but sound disappointed.
"Hey" she smiled. "Wow, I haven't seen you in a while".
"Yeah, it's been like⌠a year?" his eyebrows knitted together deep in thought.
"I'm pretty sure we ran into each other last term" her lips curved up in a way he could tell she was flirting. "But yeah, a year more or less".
Hyunjin nodded, silently looking down into his cup as he considered taking another sip.
In all honesty, he couldn't care less â neither to remember how long had it been, nor to keep this conversation going. It had only been a one time thing, after all. He had maybe seen her one or two times on campus after that. Not important enough for him to keep track of.
He should have considered the possibility of running into his past hookups when coming here. Any other time, he wouldn't have minded. Three or maybe even two months ago, he wouldn't have minded in the slightest. But tonight he only wanted to find you. Entertaining any kind of conversation with those he had been with at some point before you was truly not part of his plans.
"Didn't think you'd be here" Somin gave it another shot at initiating small talk.
"I wasn't," he blurted out. "I mean, it was last minute".
"Couldn't turn down having some fun, huh?" she raised an eyebrow, taking a step closer to him.
Hyunjin moved away, slightly, not to seem rude. "Uh, yeah⌠I justâŚ"
"Maybe we could stick together" she proposed with a smirk, and he couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was way past tipsy by now. "We had lots of fun together last time".
"I'm actually here with someone" he confidently informed her, both to her and his own surprise.
"Oh? I thought dating wasn't really your scene?"
"It wasn't," he agreed. "It just sort of happened".
"Who's the lucky girl then?"
Hyunjin shrugged.
Y/N. You. Of course that was the answer, what he wanted to believe â what he wanted to be true. But going around telling people that you two were together was not the most ideal of moves. Not when it was not true. Not when he was trying to win you over again and didn't want to hurt you nor make you mad any further.
"Well?" she pushed it. "Don't make me think you're only making it up to keep me from taking you home with me tonight".
He rolled his eyes, taking a long sip of his drink and muffling his answer. "Y/N".
"What?"
"Y/N," he repeated, louder this time after having swallowed. "I'm with Y/N".
The smirk that had just curved up her lips at the sound of your name almost made him sick to his stomach. "The artist?"
He nodded.
Somin shook her head in amusement. She did not believe him for shit.
"I mean, I heard that around a couple of times but I just couldn't believe it" she chuckled. "You guys must be in a pretty messy relationship then, considering she's been very lovey dovey with Na Heesung tonight".
Hyunjin found himself physically having to bite his tongue, not to say anything he'd regret later. "You know where she is right now?"
She shook her head no. "I ran into them like an hour ago and I haven't seen them since. Maybe they're in the backyard, or in a room upstairs".
Hyunjin felt his hands turn into a fist at the last remark. There was no way, right? You couldn't possibly be hooking up with Heesung as they spoke.
"Funny" he took another sip, letting his body lean against the counter.
"I mean it, though" she cocked an eyebrow. "I've seen a few couples go upstairs and not come back yet. Apparently it is a thing to hook up in a mansion with as many rooms as an apartment complex. Not like Yurim cares anyway".
"She wouldn't" Hyunjin mumbled.
"Y/N?" Somin wondered, looking up at him before her stare softened. "You guys are really together?"
Once again, he fell silent, staring into his cup like his life depended on it and shrugging her question off.
As if on cue âand almost as manifested by himâ your laugh was heard in the living room, getting closer by the second. And before Hyunjin could straighten himself up in order to walk towards where he had heard your voice, you entered the kitchen. Much to his disdain, in the company of the one and only Na Heesung.
"Hyunjin-ah" you said the moment your eyes abandoned Heesung and locked with Hyunjin's first thing, clearly surprised by his presence.
"Hey, Y/NâŚ" he smiled, not bothering to acknowledge the guy next to you who had just excused himself to pour yourselves a new drink.
Hyunjin would be damned to look at anyone else right then as you were right in front of him looking like that. You had gone for the black dress you had shown him through the picture he had whined for, and if he had died at the sight of you in it through his phone's screen, he was sure he had reached Heaven by now. The way you had decided to let your hair down in the end, somehow only managing for him to find it harder to breathe.
That button down black dress would be the end of him, that was for sure.
He wanted nothing but to pull you to him right then and run his fingers through the smooth fabric of it, which hugged your body so beautifully he found it hard to control himself.
Oblivious to the thoughts going through his head at the mere sight of you and your choice of clothing, you smiled back. "I didn't know you were coming?"
He cleared his throat, snapping out of it. "I was invited last minute".
You nodded understandingly, eyes travelling from him to the girl by his side, whose presence you were only now noticing. Not taking his eyes away from you, Hyunjin saw your smile be erased in a second, and that was all it took for him to realise you were putting two plus two together and not exactly getting four out of that sum.
"I seeâŚ" you tried to smile again, accepting the new drink Nana was offering you.
"Not byâŚ" Hyunjin rushed to explain, throwing Somin a quick glance before his eyes were back on you. "She didn'tâwe're notâŚ"
Your smile grew bigger, genuine, at his poor way with words. "It's okay, I get it".
"No butâ"
"We just came here for drinks, soâŚ" Heesung spoke up, trying to help you out of that situation and earning himself a glare from Hyunjin while at it.
"Ah, yeah" you agreed, giving Hyunjin and the girl one last look as you followed Nana out of there. "Have fun, you guys".
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Having come all the way here, Hyunjin had most certainly not expected that to be his first encounter with you.
He had come all the way here for you, to see you. Running into one of his past hookups and having her next to him right as you ran into him, making you believe he had come here with her, had entirely defeated the whole purpose of him showing up.
Sure, the main reason he had come here was to make sure you and Heesung wouldn't end up hooking up âor worse, becoming a coupleâ by the end of the night, but it was also so he could spend some time with you. He wanted to be with you. Maybe get a drink together. Talk. Laugh. Win you back.
And every hope of his to get to do just that tonight had been shut down not even fifteen minutes into the party.
Running a hand through his hair as he and Somin walked out of the kitchen and parted ways, he found himself feeling not only frustrated over the whole situation, but also embarrassed as hell after being caught in his own white lie to the girl.
He tried his best to put all of it past him and once again look for you, not wanting to give up just yet â coming up with excuse after excuse to try and take you away from Heesung the moment he saw you again, so he could finish explaining himself. Just a couple of minutes would do.
"Guys, guys!" a blonde yelled from the other side of the room, where a small group of people was sitting down on the floor. "We're about to play a game, in case anyone wants to join!"
Not thinking much of it, Hyunjin resumed his way through the living room on his search for you, shaking his head in amusement when he saw Somin run towards them and sit down in the circle that was only getting bigger and bigger.
And he would've actually walked straight past said group of people and out to the backyard, if it weren't for the fact that he caught a glimpse of you â already sitting down on the floor, careful enough not to have your dress accidentally roll up your thighs. Surprised not to see Heesung next to you, he looked around, almost not believing he had left you all alone in a room full of strangers, about to play a drinking game.
That didn't last long, though, for the next second Nana was back in the picture, sitting down right next to you âin a spot you had apparently saved for himâ and placing a black jacket on your legs. You smiled, visibly touched by that considerate gesture of his, before you shifted into a more comfortable position now that your legs were mostly covered. Into a position closer to him.
"Hyunjin, you're playing?" Somin asked from the opposite end, snapping him out of it.
Only then he realised he had been staring for too long â more eyes on him than he would've enjoyed, all of them waiting for his answer so the game could begin.
Hyunjin shook his head no, walking over to the closest wall and leaning against it as he faced the human circle that had just been created. "Just watching".
Feeling your familiar stare on him from the corner of his eyes, he locked them with yours, and he could see you shift in your place as you became nervous under his piercing stare. No one else but Heesung had seemed to notice the subtle change in your mood.
Your eyes only broke contact when the same girl that had announced the game for everyone to join before began to explain the dynamics of the so-called 'whisper game'. It was simple â one person secretly asked a question to another one, the latter answered out loud for everyone to hear, and whoever wanted to know what the question was had to take a shot.
Hyunjin could only thank that they had gone with that drinking game instead of the clichĂŠ spin the bottle one. Although he might've played this time around, in hopes to get to feel your addictive lips on his one more time. The idea of you kissing someone else, however, was not nearly as appealing â not to say horrifying.
This whole different game was pretty boring from the sideways, he realised ten minutes in. Hearing answer after answer without getting any context as to what had been asked seemed pointless, yet he could not find himself to be interested enough to sit down and play, nor indifferent enough to leave â not when you were still playing.
The only time he had felt the urge to join was when this other guy had gotten close enough to whisper something to you and make you laugh quite loud, which was followed by a shake of your head and a confident "no". Half of the people there had not hesitated to drink up and crawl over to the guy so they could find out what he had asked you, and Hyunjin would lie if he said he didn't consider taking a shot right then.
Other than that, he could feel himself grow bored.
Up until a redhead asked something to Heesung later on, causing him to look shy for a moment there. And, you see, that itself was not enough to catch Hyunjin's attention, he could not care any less about the guy and what he had to say. But seeing him lean in to whisper something in your ear, when it wasn't even his turn to ask, had him tensing up on his place.
You seemed a bit taken aback by whatever it was that Nana had told you â your eyes unconsciously going up to Hyunjin for a millisecond before they were back on Heesung. And then you nodded.
As if mimicking your actions, Nana nodded as well, fixing his eyes back on the girl who had asked him a question before he finally answered. "Y/N".
The girl covered her mouth as she squealed, that simple action having people taking shots like their lives depended on it â all of them obnoxiously cooing once they got the answer they had drank for.
Only you had seemed not to drink. Maybe because you already knew the answer, he thought. Maybe that's what Heesung had whispered to you before announcing your name to everyone else. Maybe he had just confessed, and he wanted you to be the first one to know.
Hyunjin's head was all over the place â the mere idea of you and Heesung together, and him being too, late made him want to scream.
As if that wasn't enough to freak him out, Heesung's turn to ask was next. The second he leaned in to ask you something, Hyunjin knew he was taking the shot.
Having heard the question, you sat back up, conflicted eyes once more locking with Hyunjin's, as you seemed to look for the answer deep down you already knew.
And for a moment there, just for a second, Hyunjin thought he would be your choice. Whatever the question had been, whether important or not, he thought his name would be the one abandoning your mouth next. However, he was proven wrong the second your eyes went back to Heesung.
"You".
Heesung smiled, and Hyunjin felt his hands turn into a fist for the second time that night â only now he could actually feel his knuckles turn white out of anger. Out of jealousy.
Before he could stop himself, he was taking a seat next to you and snatching from your hand the shot that had previously been refilled, not even caring about the stranger next to you he had just shoved aside to get some space in between, and most definitely not thinking twice before he was downing it all in one go and feeling the liquor burn its way down his throat.
"You can't just get in the game whenever you feel like it" you quietly recriminated him.
Hyunjin shrugged, staring at you in such a way you knew he was not giving this up. "I already drank, so tell me".
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How you had found yourself to be in such a situation was beyond you.
The party had been going great for the first hour and a half. You and Heesung had been stuck together the entire time, taking things to the backyard and sitting down on a bench by the pool, just talking and laughing the night away, joining in eventual conversations with his classmates â yet somehow preferring to just be the two of you for most of the time.
It had been later on when everything had seemed to go to shit. When the two of you had gone back inside after you had gotten cold, and Heesung proposed going to the kitchen to get more drinks. You had agreed to it in a heartbeat, laughing on your way over there, as having another drink sounded just perfect to you.
Until your eyes met Hyunjin's first thing once in there.
And maybe it wouldn't have really mattered to you that he was there, if it weren't for the fact that he had company.
You couldn't help but feel stupid right there. Two months. You had been trying to get over him for a little over two months now, and you still felt your heart squeeze at the sight of him and someone else.
All you could do right then without being too obvious about the evident change in your mood was to greet him â quickly, barely acknowledging him before moving on.
That's why you had thanked Heesung for getting you out of there as soon as you were back in the living room, and why the drinking game was perfect timing. You had not even hesitated before you dragged Nana to join it with you. You would get to avoid Hyunjin and his date âor whatever that acting major was to himâ and get your mind off the way your heart had felt at the sight of them together.
Of course, you didn't count on her wanting to play as well and sitting down right across from you. At least Hyunjin didn't seem interested enough to join in as well â you surely wouldn't have been able to handle his answers to the possible questions he would've been getting, especially when he seemed to have come here with someone else. No matter how hard you had tried, you realised right then you weren't nearly halfway getting over him. You were nowhere near ready to see him with someone else just yet.
The questions had been pretty silly at first, everyone was having a laugh and drinking for the sake of it. Or, well, for the sake of gossip. Drama was something that seemed far away from the game. Up until this one guy asked a girl who she'd rather make out with in the party and she answered with no hesitation. From then on, the questions began getting more serious, spicier.
You had been too busy laughing at Heesung when a redhead âwhose name you had learned was Minseoâ used her turn to ask him of all people a question, to even notice him leaning in towards you and placing his lips dangerously close to your ear.
"Do you wanna see whether Hwang feels something for you?"
His words had you physically leaning back and away from him, staring at him in shock for a moment before your eyes travelled towards Hyunjin, whose awaiting eyes were already fixing on yours.
Did you? That was the thing, did you want to know whether he felt something for you? Did you want to know now of all times? Now that you guys were done and you were trying your hardest to move on?
The rational side of you was quick to answer no. No, you did not want to know. You were done with him. Whether he felt something for you or not did not matter in the slightest, because it would not change anything.
The romantic side of you, the one that had been in love with Hwang Hyunjin for over a year now and that was still hurting over him not feeling the same way you did, wanted to know. Because that part of you was the hardest to shut down, especially when it came to the one person you had felt the strongest for.
In the end, the answer was simple. Your heart always seemed to win when it came to making decisions somehow. So you nodded.
And as Nana said your name out loud and everyone freaked out over it, even more after hearing what he had been asked for him to say your name as his final answer, you couldn't bring yourself to stop looking at Hyunjin.
Reading him, his feelings and thoughts, had never been an easy task to do. Right then, however, although still wearing a rather unreadable serious semblance, you could tell he was not happy.
He did not like to have your name abandon Heesung's mouth like that in the slightest.
And for a moment there, you thought he was about to join the game and take a shot. You thought he would care enough to go and find find the answer. But he didn't.
Too focused on him, you didn't even drink. Not like you really cared about what the previous question had been, you knew Nana hadn't meant his answer anyway. Plus, you would probably end up hearing it from someone else at some point, just like you were sure Hyunjin would, too.
When it was Heesung's turn to ask and he leaned in once more towards you, though, this time asking an actual question that you would have to answer out loud for everyone to hear, you were able to get an idea as to what he had been asked right before.
"Out of everyone here, who would you like to kiss tonight?"
Now, you knew he was doing this to help you get a reaction out of Hyunjin. Therefore, you were supposed to answer him, Na Heesung. Not a single thought. Just say his name. Right away.
But you couldn't help but actually give it a second thought.
You could've said Hyunjin. He was the one you wanted to kiss that night, being honest, and you wanted nothing but to slap yourself across the face for you to wake the fuck up. You were not supposed to want to kiss him. Not tonight, not ever. Yet here you were, locking eyes with him while you internally debated whether you should say his name or not.
No, you couldn't say his name â you were hit with a change of heart. Even if you wanted to kiss him, even if you were dying to feel his mouth on yours like you had oh-so-many-times done by now, you couldn't say it out loud. Not for everyone to hear. Not for him to hear. Not when you knew he didn't want to be with you in the same way you wanted to be with him.
You couldn't keep making a fool out of yourself. You couldn't keep giving him the pleasure of your undivided attention when he didn't reciprocate.
Forcing yourself to look away from him, you nervously fidgeted with one of the buttons on your dress, collecting all the sanity you had left before you could find it in you to confidently look at Nana and to answer for once and for all. "You".
The collective cheer that followed your one-word answer, right before the nosy players began drinking down their shots, was no surprise. You had expected it no matter what your answer was.
What you were not expecting was for Hyunjin to sit down next to you in what felt like a second â snatching the drink from your hand and downing it all in one go, so he could demand to hear what you had been asked.
It was funny, not to say tragic, how, somehow, all your decisions, all your feelings, always came back to Hyunjin.
You had come to this party to forget about him. You had felt that annoying, oh-so-familiar pressure in your chest because of him, when you saw him with someone else. You had decided to play this drinking game to once again keep your mind away from him. You had agreed to play along with Heesung's scheme because of him. You had answered Heesung because of him.
And now, you were currently panicking because of him. The one and only, Hwang Hyunjin.
Always, Hwang Hyunjin.
"Well?" he pushed it. "What was the question?"
"UmâŚ" you hesitated, looking back at Heesung, in hopes of getting some help from him.
"Oh, come on," the girl Hyunjin had been with when you greeted him earlier that night spoke up. "Everyone already drank, you guys can announce it out loud and save us the trouble of having to go there and hear it one by one".
Heesung's eyes locked with yours, silently asking for permission to let everyone know what he had just asked.
You shrugged, defeated. Everyone would end up knowing anyway. Hyunjin would end up knowing anyway. There was no escape this time around, so it was better to just get it over with.
"Um. I asked who she'd rather kiss".
Everyone's reaction was the exact same as it had been when they found out why Nana had answered with your name before. Only this time it was in unison, louder, as they had all found out at the same time.
And this time you could feel Hyunjin tense up right next to you.
You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, keeping it safe instead by looking down to your lap, while your face burned up in embarrassment as you heard different voices speculating about your relationship with Heesung.
"Hold on, hold on," Minseo's cheeky tone brought everyone's attention to her. "So Nana said he'd like to take Y/N home with him by the end of the night and now Y/N said she'd rather kiss him~"
Hyunjin's face snapped in your direction, a frown visible on it as he seemed to be piecing everything together. The same as you were at this newfound information. So that was what Heesung had answered your name for.
His intentions of helping you out made a lot more sense now that Hyunjin had heard the question, too.
Not like he had much time to process it anyway, as another girl who had gotten way too much to drink by now was fast to chant, "Ohhh, now kiss!"
Both you and Heesung tensed up in your spot, exchanging looks as you hoped no one else would engage with that comment.
Your luck was no such, though, for it was only a matter of seconds before everyone started chanting for the two of you to kiss as well.
Everyone but Hyunjin, of course. Unlike the rest, who seemed to be enjoying this way too much, he remained silent, still, almost scared of moving â as if the slightest of movements from him would send you straight to Heesung's mouth.
"We're not kissing in front of you all" Heesung tried to play it off with a laugh.
"Yeah," you joined him. "You guys are crazy".
That had only served as fuel to the fire. The chanting now becoming louder, followed along with claps, to the point you knew there was no changing their drunken minds unless you gave them what they wanted.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
"Ugh, I'm sorry" he apologised to you, voice barely audible in between all the madness.
You shook your head, letting him know it was alright. "Let's just get it over with"
Although your voice came out in more of a mumble and you would've thought he wouldn't hear you, the surprise displaying on his face let you know otherwise.
"You sure?" he whispered.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
You nodded, it was just one kiss after all, no big deal. The fact that Hyunjin was right next to you had been completely pushed to the back of your head by now, his presence being long overshadowed by the loud unison voices clouding your judgment.
Watching Heesung nod as well in silent agreement, you leaned in, meeting his lips halfway. Just like that. No hesitation, no second thoughts.
They were nice, soft. Enough so that you knew you would've actually enjoyed the feel of them on yours a lot more if it weren't for the cheers hurting your ears â not to say if it weren't for the fact that you were only doing it because of the social pressure.
You also would've enjoyed it one hell of a lot more if your mind weren't suddenly back on Hyunjin as Heesung's lips sucked on your bottom one.
You could've sworn you had heard his voice call out your name right as your mouth pressed to Nana's. But then again, that might've been the part of you that was still head over heels for him â the one part of you that was still hopeful, the one that still wanted him to show any kind of feelings for you.
The part of you you needed to get rid of.
Pulling away from Heesung after a couple of seconds, Hyunjin was gone.
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"I'm sorry" Heesung apologised for the third time since you had quit the game.
The whisper game had been turned into spin the bottle right after your kiss, and neither you nor Heesung wanted to partake in it.
It had been harder than you had thought to leave the game, as everyone was trying to make you guys stay so it wouldn't turn boring due to losing players, but you had managed to sneak into the kitchen after a while.
You were not kissing anyone else that night.
"Nana, it's fine" you tried to laugh it off once more, sipping on the water you had decided to take in order to cancel out the few shots you drank. "It was just a game".
"Yeah, butâŚ" he sighed. "I don't know, I didn't think it'd go that far".
"Neither did I, but⌠it's done now" you shrugged, placing your now empty glass down on the counter.
"At least we got a reaction out of our main target" he smirked.
"What tarâoh" you remembered, making Heesung laugh at your cluelessness. "He just left, thoughâŚ"
"And that itself says a lot?!" he pointed out in disbelief. "And come on, he literally jumped to take that shot when you answered with my name".
"I mean, yeah, butâŚ" you shrugged. "I don't know, he's always been jealous⌠or possessive, whatever you want to call it, like that".
"He's always had feelings for you then".
At that, you couldn't hold your laugh. "Yeah, right".
"I'm serious, though".
"No, I think it's just⌠I don't know, he grew way too used to being the only one in my eyes. Any other time I would've answered with his name. He doesn't like not having that anymore, that's all".
"Y/N, you cannot for the love of God be that oblivious!" Nana whined, grabbing your shoulders and shaking them for you to get a grip. "He wouldn't go to such extents just because of that".
It was now your turn to whine, letting your head fall to his shoulder as you lamented. "Everything is just so confusing when it comes to him, I don't know what to believe anymore".
"I think you should believe what you just saw, I mean⌠Y/N, he literally left when we kissed".
You let out a heavy sigh, feeling Heesung's shoulders slump down as he decided to drop the topic and pull you into his arms in a comforting hug.
"You wanna leave?" he asked after a couple of seconds.
"Yeah⌠that might be for the best" you mumbled, slowly pulling away from his embrace as you stood up straight. "There is no way we're leaving together now, though. I won't have my name in yet another rumor".
"Seems like the fair thing to do" he chuckled. "But there's no way I'm letting you go back home alone so late, I'll just head out first and wait for you outside or something".
"I guess that could work" you agreed.
"It will," he reassured you. "Although, to be honest, I don't think they'd start a rumor regarding us two".
"I can't trust your classmates anymore, I'm sorry" you shrugged, much to his own amusement. "No but that's not all because, like, imagine if they saw us leaving together and made us kiss again".
"I get that it was mere social pressure but don't make it sound like kissing me sucks" he dramatically clutched at his chest.
Rolling your eyes, you looked away as you denied, "I didn't hate kissing you, if I'm honest⌠I'm just saying".
Heesung smiled. "I didn't hate it either".
You felt your cheeks heat up all over again, just like they had when you pulled away from the kiss a couple of minutes ago. That had probably been the alcohol speaking, but you did mean it.
The kiss was nice. Pleasant. Different from Hyunjin's. Different from the way you felt with Hyunjin's. But nice nonetheless.
Before any of you could try and say anything else, however, someone clearing their throat at the entrance caught your attention.
Hyunjin stood there with his arms crossed over his chest and a stare you had not seen on him for a good while now, if ever. It was cold, and you couldn't pinpoint whether he was hurt or mad, nor whether he was feeling that way towards you or Heesung â or maybe both.
So cold, that you felt yourself to be oh-so-little under it.
"Am I interrupting something?" his voice sounded just as cold as his eyes looked.
Heesung bit his bottom lip, swallowing his own words not to make the situation any worse and looking at you instead, so you could be the one to answer.
"N-NoâŚ" you stuttered, eyes abandoning Nana's and fixing on Hyunjin's.
He nodded, entering the kitchen and silently going over to pour himself a drink.
Giving you an understanding look before you could even process what was going on, Heesung took a step away from you and towards the entrance. "We forgot my jacket in the living room after the game, soâŚ"
"NanaâŚ" you whispered, failing to grab his hand for him to stay.
He motioned towards Hyunjin, whose back was turned towards you, and gave you a reassuring smile before he left the room.
You stayed in your place. Hyunjin and you were now the only ones in there, and you couldn't bring yourself to say a word to him. Were you even supposed to say anything? His back was turned to you, after all, maybe he didn't want to talk at all. Maybe you were just supposed to leave. Maybe he wanted to be left alone, too.
Leaving seemed like the best option.
"He a good kisser?" Hyunjin asked, still not bothering to look at you.
You stopped in your tracks just as you were about to cross the door and turned around to look at him, finding yourself at a loss of words â completely taken aback by his bold question.
"What?"
"You enjoyed the kiss?" he rephrased it, finally turning around and looking at you as he took a sip of his drink.
"Why are you asking me this?" your voice faltered. "Shouldn't you be with your date?"
Hyunjin snorted. "Had you stayed one more second when we greeted and had you let me explain, you would've known by now that I came on my own and it was Changbin hyung's date who snuck me in".
The relief you felt at that made you mad at yourself all over again. It shouldn't matter who he came here with, nor who invited him in. You weren't supposed to care. You weren't supposed to feel your heart so at ease over this.
"You don't have to explain yourself to me, thoughâŚ"
"Don't I?" he tilted his head, placing his cup on the counter and walking towards you. "Why did you bring my supposed date up then?"
Looking up at him, you were once again at a loss of words. You couldn't give him a proper answer, not without letting him know you still cared. So, you said nothing, instead shaking your head before you walked right past him and out of the kitchen.
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"We're not gonna talk about it?" he pushed it, following hot on your heels as soon as you entered the living room looking for Heesung.
"There is nothing to talk about" you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear.
Looking around for a second, you poundered your options. Going to the couch by the corner that had a free spot would only draw attention, as you were sure Hyunjin would not give it up just because there were people around. Going to the backyard would be pretty much the same.
Your eyes went up to the main staircase and then to the second floor, and that was all it took for you to go for it.
"No?" he followed you up the stairs, reaching for your hand and pulling you back towards him as soon as you were in the hallway. "So kissing another guy right in front of me is nothing now?"
You scoffed. "Why do you even care?"
"I thought it was obvious?"
"It's not" you answered coldly, pulling your hand out of his grasp.
"Think again then".
You shook your head in defeat. "Is it because it's Heesung?"
That had seemed to catch him by surprise. "What do you mean?"
"Are you mad that I kissed someone else in front of you or are you mad that it was Heesung?"
Hyunjin scoffed. "You could've kissed some complete stranger and I would've been just as hurt".
Hurt. Hurt.
He said hurt. Not mad, not annoyed, but hurt.
For the first time in a while, you felt yourself being delusional and allowing yourself to believe he did feel something for you. Something more than simple care. Something more than the selfish need to have your undivided attention all on him.
That simple use of words of his had been able to make you feel the hope you no longer thought you had by now.
"Y/N?" Hyunjin snapped you out of it. "Are you even listening to me?"
You bit the inside of your cheek, hesitating before you spoke. "I don't get you, Hyunjin".
"What is it that you don't get?"
"Why you're acting like thisâŚ"
"Because you kissed another guy" he repeated, and you could tell he was beginning to lose his temper.
"That's notâ" you sighed. "Okay, so I kissed another guy. I kissed Heesung. I did. But as opposed to what, kissing you?"
Hyunjin's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"You're talking like I cheated on you somehow" you pointed out. "You're mad that I kissed someone who was not you, but it's not like we're kissing either?"
"Do you want us to kiss?"
It was now your turn to scoff, staring at him incredulously for a moment before you tried to walk past him once again and go down the stairs.
"Y/N, wait" he stopped you once more, holding you by your shoulders.
"You just can't be serious for shit, can you?" you snapped, shoving his hands away from you.
"I am serious!" he exclaimed. "I am serious, Y/N. I'm just so fucking conflicted right now because I literally saw you with someone else and I'm trying to win you back hereâ"
"Win me back?" you whispered, inaudibly to him.
"But there are so many thoughts running through my head right now I can't think straight, like, do you like him? Did you feel something when you kissed him? Does he like you? Is he a better kisser than me?"
"HyunjinâŚ"
"Because I don't think he could be. He isn't, right? Is he?"
"You can't just ask that" you frowned. "Why would it even matter anyway".
"It just doesâŚ"
"I don't go around asking you if all the girls you've kissed apart from me are better than me".
"You could" he shrugged.
"What?"
"You could ask me. And I'd say you in a heartbeat".
"Hyunjinâ"
"You are better than them, Y/N".
"Hyunjin".
"I'm serious" he stated. "There's a reason I kissed you pretty much every time we saw each other. It's different when there are feelings involved".
You scoffed, rolling your eyes before you looked away. "Glad you could tell how head over heels I was for you".
"I'm talking about me".
You froze.
Silent, still. Eyes looking for some kind of amusement in his â anything that would hint at his words being a joke. Just one mean, fucking cruel joke.
You found nothing.
"W-What?"
"I'm talking about my feelings, not yours".
"YouâNo. Feelings? No, you can't do this again".
"Y/N..."
"You can't mess with my head all over again, I thought we were past this".
"We will never be past this," he denied. "Not until you listen to me and actually believe what I've been trying to tell you for a while now".
"And what is it that you've been trying to tell me now?"
Hyunjin sighed, nervously looking around and only then hitting him that the two of you had been in the hallway all along. Although it was pretty much isolated, apart from the couple in their own world a couple of meters away, he felt shy all of a sudden. Especially since anyone could walk up the stairs any minute.
"Not here" he mumbled.
Staring at his hand on yours the next second, you let him guide you through the hallway in search of an empty room the two of you could talk inside of â without other people possibly watching or even overhearing everything you had to say.
It only took opening three doors and coming across two locked ones to finally find an empty bedroom.
Walking inside, you were thankful by the fact that a small lamp remained turned on by the nightstand, providing you both with some much needed âdimâ light, as you had been too busy pulling your hand out of his grasp and Hyunjin too busy closing the door behind you to bother looking for a light.
"So?" you pushed it. "Are you telling me what's going on?"
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm trying, Y/N. It's not easy for me".
"That's what you said last time" you reminded him. "I don't know, Hyunjin. I'm trying to be understanding here and be friends again but you keep pulling this kind of stuff and honestly by now I feel like maybe this is all about attention".
"Attention?"
You nodded. "You had never been interested in me until I started hooking up with Binnie. And now you started being all sweet to me and getting jealous all over again when I started hanging out with Heesung".
"It's not like thatâŚ"
"Then how is it like?" you crossed your arms over your chest. "Because it really does look like I'm some kind of game to you".
"You're not just a game to me, Y/N. You're so much more, Iâ" he exhaled shakily. "Okay, yes, I started showing interest after you and Bin hyung started hooking up, there's no denying it, but I kinda needed that to realise that I wanted to be with you".
"You didn't want to be with me, thoughâŚ" you mumbled. "Not seriously, at least. That's the point".
"Yes, I did" he confessed, and you felt as if your heart had stopped for a moment. "I did, Y/N. I was just too much of an idiot to realise".
"You don'tâŚ" you sighed. "No, what are you saying?"
"I want to be with you, Y/N. For real".
Your whole body stilled and your knees went weak, needing to lean back against the door for some kind of support.
You could not believe your ears. He could not be serious, could he? He was joking. This was all some kind of mean, mean joke. It had to be. Wasn't it?
"Can you say something?" he nervously whispered.
"You don't mean thatâŚ"
"I do mean it. I had never meant anything else as much as I mean this".
"Do you realise your timing?" you recriminated him, finally snapping out of it. "Like, you do realise how much of a joke this sounds like right now, don't you?"
"Why would I be joking about something like this?"
"I don'tâI don't knowâŚ" you shook your head, unconsciously taking a step back. "It does sound to me like you only want to make sure I don't get over you and move on to someone else".
"You really think that low of me?" Hyunjin questioned, eyebrows furrowing not really in offense, but hurt instead. "You genuinely believe I'm doing this out of attention?"
You remained silent, much to his dislike.
"You really think I'm doing this to keep you wrapped around my finger? Seriously, Y/N?" he questioned. "All the sweet words? All the art studio visits? All the times I try to hang out with you alone or just talk to you? All the times I've gotten so obviously jealous? You really think I'm doing it all to play with you?"
You shrugged, not daring to look him in the eye as you replied, "I don't know when it comes to you anymoreâŚ"
That had felt like a punch in the gut for him, finding himself leaning back as he took a shaky breath. "WowâŚ"
"I'm just saying, you did all those things before too and you didn't want a serious relationship, how am I supposed to know it's any different now?"
"Because it just is!" he threw his head back in frustration. "I wanted a relationship with you too back then but I was too stupid to realise it. I wanted to be with you at all times, I wanted to kiss you, I wanted you all to myself. I didn't even care about going to someone else to hook up with but I still made myself believe I did just because I was too scared to admit to myself that I was falling for you".
"Hyunjinâ"
"No, you're listening to me now" he cut you off, decided to get his point across and determined to make you hear him out. "I know the timing could not be any more shitty and that it seems like I'm doing this just because I want you to only ever have eyes for me, and yes, I do want you to only ever have eyes for me, but not for the reason you're imagining. I want you to only be into me because I too am only into you".
You snorted, incredulously rolling your eyes as you backed away and tried to reach for the doorknob. At that, Hyunjin pressed his hand against the door â his strength overpowering you and forbidding you from opening it. The way his face was now inches away from yours as he cornered you against the only exit you had, however, had been enough to keep you still and stop fighting him right away.
"Why is it so hard to believe that I am only into you?" he mumbled this time.
"I, I justâI don't," you struggled to get the words out of your mouth. "You literally said that you didn't think you'd ever be able to give me the relationship I was expecting from you, that you wanted to be free andâ"
"How many times do I have to tell you that I was just being stupid?" he repeated. "What I wanted was right there in front of me and I was too much of an idiot to see it, until I eventually lost you and what we had and it hit me".
"And how do I know you won't go back to wanting to be free and sleep around after we get back together? How do I know this is what you truly want and not just you wanting what you can't have?"
"Because I have feelings for you!"
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Feelings. Feelings.
His feelings. For you.
Although he had hinted at it minutes ago when he was recriminating you for kissing Heesung, you had chosen not to believe your ears. He had not meant it like that, as far as you knew.
But now he had said it, word by word. He had looked at you straight in the eye and told you he had feelings for you. Actual romantic feelings for you. And he wanted to act on them now, as opposed to months ago when he claimed to like you one hell of a lot yet didn't feel like being in a relationship with you.
You remained frozen, quiet â scared of moving, even. Feeling like your voice would fail you the moment you opened your mouth to speak.
"You what?" you whispered, weakly.
"I have feelings for you, Y/N" Hyunjin said once again, calmer this time, yet somehow determination being clearer in his voice. "It took me way too long to realise, but there's a reason I couldn't let go of you even after you wanted nothing to do with me. There's a reason what we had was so close to an actual relationship to begin with. There's a reason I hate to see you and Heesung together now, and why it hurt so fucking much to see you kiss him that I had to physically leave the room or I would've either broken down or beaten him up right there".
"I didn'tâŚ" you took a deep breath. "I didn't think it would hurt you, I didn't do it to spite youâŚ"
"I get that, Y/N, but it fucking hurt. It fucking hurt so much, more than I could've ever imagined. I really wanted to pull you away from there and to be the one to kiss you instead. Because I do have feelings for you. And that is the exact reason why I won't go back to wanting to sleep around," he leaned in, softly resting his forehead on yours. "I only want to be with you. I mean it".
"You do?" you whispered, already feeling yourself melting under his simple touch.
"I do," he confirmed in a heartbeat. "Fuck, baby, I want to be with you so bad".
Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of the pet name you had not heard in so long.
"HyunjinâŚ" you pouted. "Don't play with me".
He took a deep, shaky breath, bringing his thumb up to trace your bottom lip. "I'm not playing," his eyes travelled back up to your eyes. "You're driving me crazy, Y/N. I don't know what else to do for you to believe I'm serious about us".
Us. Us.
You could've screamed right then and there if it weren't for the fact that your voice was failing you when you needed it the most.
You couldn't believe just how weak you were still when it came to him.
"I'm just⌠so confused, HyunjinâŚ"
He nodded understandingly, letting out a heavy sigh as he tried to compose himself as well. "I get that it's all very confusing and hard to believe, but I'll do anything if it means you'll believe me" he whispered, gently bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. "I do mean it when I say I want to be with you, Y/N. Only you".
Too stunned to say anything, you nodded â gently, almost invisibly, as right then you weren't sure of anything. It was a dream, as far as you knew.
But it was a dream you didn't want to wake up from.
"OkayâŚ" you whispered.
"Okay?" he asked, hope clear in his voice.
"You can⌠show me that you mean itâŚ"
Hyunjin smiled brightly, his eyes turning into two crescent moons as he tried to process your words. "You're serious?"
"MhmâŚ" you softly nodded. "If you fuck up again after this⌠I won't be able to give you any more chances, thoughâŚ"
"I won't," he promised. "I won't, Iâfuck, I'm so happy" a breathy laugh escaped his mouth, making your heart flutter as you watched him try to compose himself.
You couldn't help the small smile that had curved up the corners of your lips at the sight of his own, closing your eyes when he once again rested his forehead on yours and lovingly bumped your nose.
Looking down to your mouth for a second, his uncertain eyes were back up on yours. "Would I be an asshole if I kissed you right now?"
You shook your head no, maybe a little too quickly for your own liking. As much as you had tried to deny it, to push such thoughts away, you wanted him to kiss you.
You needed to feel his plump, cloudlike lips on yours again. Right then, as you had them only a centimeter away from yours, and as you could feel his hot breath hit your mouth, you felt like you would die if you didn't get a taste of them.
Thankfully, you didn't need to reach such an extent, for Hyunjin himself felt like he would die if he didn't feel your mouth against his right at that moment, and so your shake of head was all he needed to close the small space the two of you were going insane over.
You had not forgotten how much you missed the feel of his mouth on yours, but as his lips opened ever so slightly to press deeper against yours, you could only realise just how fucking much you had actually missed it.
It was needy, messy, different to every other kiss you had shared before â even during your make out sessions. Your breathings not taking long to become heavier and have you gasping for air. It almost felt like you would die the moment your lips pulled away from each other.
Having his tongue massage yours the way only he could and biting on your bottom lip like he knew it drove you crazy, you couldn't stop the small hum that escaped your mouth, feeling yourself getting drunk on the touch and taste of him.
Hyunjin smiled, hands tightening on your hips to pull you as close as he could to him, before they traced their way up your back and pressed your chest to his â letting out a heavy yet blissful sigh when you took his look for closeness one step further by tightening your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.
"Fuck, you're driving me crazy" he mumbled against your lips, feeling you chuckle in between the kiss in response.
Air no longer seemed like a necessity, both of you being too long gone to even think of breaking the contact between your mouths. Instead, Hyunjin's hands travelled down to your lower back to pull you closer, as he had felt you move slightly away from him and he was not having it.
Missing the touch of his right hand on your lower back the next second, however, you whined, earning a breathy laugh from him against your hot mouth. That's when you heard the lock of the door twist behind you, and suddenly it made sense why his hand had abandoned the comfort of your body.
Not giving you time to react, the same hand of his you had whined about now travelled further down to the back of your thigh, pulling it up around his waist before his other hand joined and he lifted you up. You smiled in between the kiss, helping him by wrapping your legs around him as he adjusted himself in between them and held you up against the door.
"What do you think you're doing?" you teased him, barely catching your breath.
"Nothing yet" he smirked, sucking on your bottom lip.
You smiled, leaning down to trap his bottom lip in between yours and then pulling at it with a soft bite. "And what's stopping you?"
Groaning at both your words and the pressure your teeth were applying on his flesh, he went back to suck on your lip â his hot tongue tracing over it before it opened its way into your mouth and was gladly met by yours.
A small, barely audible moan escaped your mouth when your body slid slightly down and the friction against his sent a wave of pleasure to your inner thighs. So quiet, that he wouldn't have heard it had he not been kissing you right then, unintentionally muffling out that one sweet sound of yours he wanted to hear the most.
Wanting to hear more of it, he tightened his hold around your waist, so he could let one of his hands travel down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze and not letting go until he reached the king bed, where he gently laid you down on, and wasted no time to be right back on your lips.
"You're not drunk, are you?" he wondered, tenderly caressing your waist.
You shook your head no, resting a hand on his cheek. "I wasn't that into gossip to drink as many shots as everyone else".
Hyunjin chuckled, stealing a lingering kiss from you. "You won't hate me in the morning then?"
You bit your bottom lip, anticipating what was about to happen with just that simple question of his. "I won't".
"Promise?" he mumbled, slowly brushing his lips on yours.
"Promise" you smiled, pulling him down by his collar and trapping his bottom lip in between your needy ones.
Not letting go of the white fabric of his shirt, you began to slowly unbutton it down â one button at a time, slowly enough to drive him crazy.
Neither you bothered taking it off, nor did he bother removing it. You just stared, running your fingertips over the uncovered skin of his toned chest and smiling at the visible goosebumps your touch alone had provoked on him.
"Don't be a tease" he warned, burying his head in the crook of your neck.
"I'm just touching you..."
"Exactly".
A small giggle escaped your mouth at his answer, feeling him smile against your skin before he placed an open mouth kiss to it. And then another. And another. Sucking on your flesh in such a way you would be surprised if you didn't walk out of there without a purple mark on it.
Just as his hand was placed on your waist to keep you in place and your breathing became heavier, his kisses began moving down to your chest, leaving a trail of them all the way from your neck to your shoulder, where he stopped for a moment to pull down the sleeve of your dress so he could press a wet kiss directly to your skin. He then moved to your collarbone, loving the way he could already feel your chest heavily move up and down before he could even get to it.
And then he moved down to your cleavage.
Holding the first button of your dress in between his fingers, he looked up at you, asking for permission before carrying on. At a loss of words, you nodded, feeling your body heat up when he undid the first one and moved onto the second one â and so on until he stopped right above your belly button.
He couldn't help but admire you, not needing to undo any more buttons right then as he had you lying down with nothing but a black bralette covering your chest. Leaning down to plant a kiss to your addictive mouth, he couldn't help his hand from grabbing one of your breasts, feeling himself grow hard at the sound of the small gasp you had just let out against his lips.
Using his knee to pull your legs apart, he lied in between them, slowly thrusting against your core as he squeezed your breast once again. This time, you couldn't help the moan that had slipped right past your lips, as you felt him hard against the one place where you needed him the most.
Hyunjin smirked, kissing you harder and muffling out another moan of yours after he thrusted once more, harder as well.
"Fuck, baby" he breathed out. "You're driving me crazy".
"I should be the one saying thatâŚ" you confessed.
He chuckled, leaning down to devour your mouth like his life depended on it. Letting go after what felt like too short of a time for your liking, he went back down to your chest and bagan peppering a few kisses on the uncovered skin. A small groan left his throat when his kisses moved further down and his lips were met no longer by the softness of your naked body, but with the fabric of your bralette instead.
Barely detaching his mouth from the spot he had been teasing, he pulled your bra down to uncover one of your breasts and wasted no time to wrap his mouth around your nipple. It hardened at the first touch of his, feeling him smile against your flesh right before he began to swirl his tongue around your sensitive bud.
Your breathing became heavier, chest tremblingly moving up and down as he continued his ministrations â bringing one of your hands to your unattended breast so you could touch yourself. Only Hyunjin didn't let you, grabbing your fingers right as they grazed over your bra and pulling your hand down on the mattress.
"I'm the one touching you, baby" he gazed up at you, just like that having you obey him.
Without another word, he pulled the remaining cup down as well to release your other breast and give it the attention you had silently been begging for, not forgetting about the one he had been sucking on previously, as he gave it a slow squeeze before he pinched your already sensitive nipple.
You writhed underneath him, lifting your hips up to rub against his erection and get some of the friction you so desperately needed. Hyunjin didn't fight it, instead pressing a hand down on your waist to keep you still as he grinded on you just the way you wanted him to.
"Hyunjin⌠fuck".
Grinning against your chest, he let go of your now over-sensitive bud and traced his fingertips all the way down to your thighs instead. He teasingly rubbed his thumb right beside your inner thigh, without really touching you where you were desperate for him to touch you.
When a pretty whine of yours reached his ears not even three seconds later, however, he decided to stop your torture. Gently palming your core over your panties, he felt himself grow harder over how much more wet than he had expected you actually were.
"Fuck," he groaned, running two of his fingers up and down your slit over the damp fabric. "Can't wait to be buried deep inside you".
You whined under your breath, that thought alone having you trying to squeeze your legs together, in desperate need to release the sudden itch in between them. Noticing this, as you had failed ever so miserably given that he was in between your legs, stopping you from pulling them back together, Hyunjin took it upon himself.
Leaning down to crash his mouth on yours, parting your lips with his tongue as he searched for the touch of yours, he pulled your panties aside, earning a melodic whimper from you the moment those same fingers than had been touching you over the thin fabric before were now running up and down your wet folds.
"Hyunjin," you breathed out when he stopped right at your entrance and toyed with it, pushing one of his fingers inside you. "Hmâfuck, Hyunjin, don't teaseâŚ"
He chuckled, biting your lip before he pulled you into another kiss â curling his finger up as he softly pistoned inside your walls. "But I wanna take my timeâŚ"
"Please," you begged, feeling yourself clenching around his finger. "No teasing tonight, I just need you inside me".
"No teasing tonight?" he pulled away from your mouth and removed a strand of hair from off your face with his free hand. "You're saying there will be another time?"
You didn't reply, feeling the heat reach your face as the implication of your own words had just hit you. Hyunjin laughed breathily, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
"Okay then, no teasing tonight" he gave in, removing his finger from you and having you whimper over the sudden emptiness. "But I still need to make sure you're wet enough".
"I'm already wet enough" you whispered.
He smiled against your lips. Fuck, he swore right then you could not look any hotter, and he could not be any harder.
"You think so?" he mumbled against your lips.
"Yes," you blurted out in a heartbeat. "Please, Hyunjin, just fuck me".
"Fuck, you're so hot" he breathed out, earning a breathy, contented laugh from you that was followed with a short kiss to his mouth. "You're on the pill, right?"
"You didn't bring aâŚ"
He shook his head no, and you could feel him begin to panic. "You're not?"
"I am, it's okay," you reassured him with a kiss, gently brushing his hair back. "I just thought you'd at least carry one around at a party".
"I only came here for you tonight, and I wasn't being this optimistic".
"Mm⌠maybe we should stop right here then, to keep things closer to your expectations".
"Don't you dare" he warned you.
You chuckled, trapping his bottom lip back in between your mouth and bringing your hand down to his pants, palming his bulge over the black fabric and feeling yourself grow needier as a muffled moan came out of his mouth at the sudden pressure.
You had said no teasing, though. So, following your own words, you palmed him one last time before your hand moved up to pull the zip down. Not giving him much time to take in your actions, you took a hold of his hardened member and pulled it out of his underwear.
"Fuck," he growled, already feeling oh-so-sensitive under your touch as you began to move your hand up and down around his length. "You said no teasing".
"I'm not teasing," you breathed out with a small laugh. "But you can't fuck me with it still inside your pants, can you?"
Hyunjin's mouth crashed against yours. "You're gonna be the end of me, for fuck's sake".
Sitting up on the bed, he pulled his pants down to his knees, then taking a hold of your thighs and pulling you closer to him, making a rush of heat run through your whole body and up to your face when he removed your panties completely â even more when you caught his hungry eyes staring.
"Hyunjin..." you called his name when he could not stop himself from touching you.
As if snapping out of a trance, he fixed his eyes on yours, allowing the curves of his lips to curve up as he leaned back down to hover your body. "You're so hot, how am I not supposed toâ"
He was shut up by your mouth on his, muffling the following moan of his that ran past his lips when you took a hold of his cock once more and pumped it up and down. Cursing under his breath, he took over your touch when you guided him to your cunt, grabbing his length and slowly rubbing his tip against your slit.
"You sure you want this?" he looked you in the eye.
You quickly nodded, digging your hands under his open shirt and tracing your way to his back as you had suddenly forgotten how to speak.
"Words, baby" he nuzzled your neck.
"You just wanna hear me beg" you complained, feeling your heart race at the sound of his soft laugh.
"Tell me" he pushed it, aligning himself with your entrance. "I'm not fucking you until you tell me".
"Please, Jinnie" you whined.
"Please what, baby?"
"Please, fuck me" your voice could only turn him on more. "Please".
Hushing your pleas with a tender kiss, he held harder onto your waist, keeping you still as he was finally done with the teasing and slowly pushed into you.
"Fuck," he groaned into your mouth, as soon as his tip had slid past your wet walls. "Fuck, you feel so good".
All you could do in return was breathe out heavily, getting lost in the feel of every inch of his stretching their way inside you, rubbing your walls in all the right places as he bottomed out.
Rolling your hips up to meet his as you could only want and need more of him, you got a groan out of him, running your fingers down to his lower back and hinting at him to start moving.
You bit your bottom lip to contain a loud moan from coming out when he complied with your wishes â pulling back and stopping right before the tip of his cock could slip out, to then push all the way back in.
"Oh, myâ" you gasped, placing your palms on his waist.
"Feels good?" he asked against your open mouth, pressing his lips to it after you had hummed in content. "Tell me, baby" his hips slammed on yours, making you whimper. "How do you like it?"
"Just like that" you whined, digging your nails on his flesh as his thrusts had become harder. "Fuck, Hyunjin, just like that".
"Yeah?" he smirked, pressing his mouth to the corner of yours.
"Hmm⌠feels so good".
That was exactly what he wanted to hear.
Smiling against your mouth as another moan abandoned it after one particular thrust of his, he pressed one last kiss to it before hiding his face in the crook of your neck, allowing himself to let out a groan when you once again rolled your hips against his and caused him to reach deeper inside you.
Chest pressing flat on yours, he grabbed hard on your thigh, removing it from around his waist and pushing it down against your ribcage. The new angle had you moaning and your walls clenching around his cock in a heartbeat.
"Y/N, fuck" Hyunjin whined, going up to rest his forehead on yours. "You feel so fucking good".
You trapped his bottom lip in between yours, entangling one of your hands in the black locks at the back of his head and pulling at them ever so lightly, just enough to turn him on even more than he already was and to get a raspy moan out of him â taking the gap in his lips to your advantage by sticking your tongue in it and being met with his responsive one.
Letting go of your thigh, he rested his hand on your ribcage, right under the curve of your breast, pulling away from the comfort of your chest so he could take a proper look at you and the way your body moved with every thrust of his.
"You're so hot," he groaned, rubbing his thumb over your hardened nipple. "So fucking beautiful..."
Throwing your head back at the pleasure, feeling your legs grow weaker by the second, you allowed a moan of his name to slip past your throat. That only had him leaning back down to crash his mouth on yours and grind deeper on you â harder, faster.
The sound of your hot flesh slamming against one another over and over filled the room, to the point you were thankful by the loud music that was playing downstairs and helped this bedroom become as soundproof as it could be.
Your walls clenched around him once more, as his cock had finally reached your most sensitive spot and the friction of his pelvis on your clit was starting to become too much, in the most delicious of ways.
"Fâuck," he let out a shaky breath. "If you keep doing that I don't think I'll last for too long".
You bit your lip, feeling almost ashamed as you could hardly speak. "I'm not lasting⌠much longerâŚ"
Because it was all too much. All the time you have had feelings for him, all the months you hadn't been intimate with anyone, the way he had managed to know just the way you liked it the first time around, the way his cock was rubbing against the one spot that could make you see stars in a matter of seconds.
The way it was him.
Everything was too much, and you were afraid it would be over sooner than you wanted it to.
Hyunjin's eyes softened, and a sweet smile curved up his lips â leaning down to kiss you gently this time. Cupping your face with his hand, he drew tender circles on your chin with his thumb.
"Cum for me, then" he mumbled against your mouth, bringing his hand down to your clit.
"Hyunjin," you gasped when his thumb rubbed on it. "Fuck, I don'tâ"
"Hm, baby?" he asked, thrusting into you. "You don't, what?"
"I don't wanna cum yet" you choked out.
He chuckled, feeling your body tremble underneath him. "Your body says otherwiseâŚ"
"Hyunjin, pleâfuck," you cried, palms pressing against his abdomen when he pounded into you. "Please, it feels too good".
"I know, babyâŚ" he hushed you, not letting go of the pace he had set that was driving you over the edge. "You're driving me crazy over here, too".
Hearing the way his voice had halted, you could tell he was close, too. So, pushing your own needs aside, you began to roll your hips and meet each of his thrusts halfway all over again â no longer caring about coming undone right then and there, as long as you helped him find his own release.
"Y/Nâoh, fuck" he moaned, heavy breathing mixing with yours as he let his forehead rest on yours.
"Hyunjin, I'm coming" you whimpered, feeling your back arching and your legs beginning to shake. "Oh, God, I'mâ"
He pressed a kiss to your mouth, removing his hand from your clit and pushing your thigh back against your chest so he could slam harder into you â deeper.
"Let go, baby" he whispered, feeling his own orgasm approaching. "Cum for me, hm? Be a good girl to meâŚ"
With one last thrust of his and with those last words being said, you couldn't hold back anymore â toes curling, legs shaking and nails scratching his back, as you hid your face in the crook of his neck and let out a cry.
Hyunjin couldn't hold back a moan at the mere sight of you shaking and coming undone under him. "Holy fuck, you're so perfect" he breathed out, holding onto your waist to keep you in place as he helped you ride through your orgasm.
Letting your head fall back down against the pillow, you looked down to the place where your hips met. Amazed by the way his cock appeared and disappeared inside you, you placed your hands on his lower back to help him reach his climax while you were still going through yours â throwing your head back against the pillow when his cock kept on hitting your most sensitive spot.
Just like he had warned you, your walls clenching around his cock would be what ended up sending him to the edge.
"Y/N, holyâ" his words got caught in his throat, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he slammed into you once more.
One last curse abandoned his lips, and suddenly you were feeling his damp chest pressing on yours and his warm release being spread inside you.
-â-â-â-â-â-â-âĄ
Heavy breathings mixing together, Hyunjin leaned in to steal another kiss from your swollen mouth, not being able to stop a giggle from escaping his own and lovingly bumping his nose on yours, before pressing his lips to yours one more time.
"Fuck, I needed you" he exhaled, kissing you again. "So much".
You chuckled, gently entangling your fingers in his slightly sweaty hair and pulling him into another kiss. "I needed you, too".
Hyunjin's smile turned bigger, brighter, and you once again felt like you were in a dream when he cupped your cheek and tenderly caressed your skin. He looked at you like you were holding the stars in the sky, and for a second there you grew afraid â afraid of having let your walls down, more than you ever had before, to the point your mind was now making up the feelings behind his eyes to compensate for the love you still felt for him.
All your worries were quickly shut down when he pressed a soft kiss to your nose, then another to your forehead, and then one to your cheek, before he let his bodyweight fall on you, burying his face in the valley of your breasts as his arms snuck around your waist and pulled you closer than you'd ever been to him.
"You're heavy" you whined, with the exclusive intention of annoying him.
He didn't even budge. "You can take it for a couple of minutes".
Allowing the corners of your mouth to curve up into a smile, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, feeling his chest move up and down as he sighed contentedly. He had missed you playing with his hair. And you had missed feeling him melt into a puddle under your loving touch.
It was ironical, how that same day you had been beating yourself up over having flirted with him like you used to, even after everything that had gone down between the two of you and how hard you were trying to get over him, yet here you were right now, with your dress doing little to nothing to cover you up as Hyunjin lied on top of you â face buried in your chest as he tenderly caressed your hip under the black fabric of your dress he had previously pulled up to your waist, and your breathings synchronized as the two of you had finally managed to fully come down from your highs.
As ironic as it sounded, though, there was a difference between your flirting earlier that day and the intimacy you had just shared: You didn't know he had feelings for you before.
The main reason why you had beaten yourself up over having slipped up and flirted back with him was because you felt delusional. And how could you not? He knew you had feelings for him all along, you knew they were one sided, and you still had managed to make a fool of yourself by giving him just what he wanted. You had found yourself falling in his game all over again.
Only it was not a game to him. Now you knew.
A voice at the very back of your head told you that you should be ashamed, that you had given in too easily, but you couldn't find it in you to feel anything other than peace right then.
You had missed him. You had needed him, more than you could have ever imagined.
You had tried to get over him, you had really tried. But having him tell you all that, when a part of you still felt so strongly about him, had managed to make it all come back â every single feeling you had managed to push away. Just like that.
And maybe it was the hopeless romantic in you, or simply your love for him, that made you want to believe with everything in you that this time would be different.
You wanted, begged, to believe that this time around your heart wouldn't be shattered into one million pieces.
He had said he only wanted you, that he had feelings for you. Whether said feelings were love or he was just slowly beginning to get there, you wanted to believe they were true.
After all, he had said he would do anything for you to believe him. You were truly counting on that.
"Did you mean it?" you wondered, voice soft as ever.
"I meant everything I said".
You giggled, feeling his heart race up as you shook your head. "No⌠I'm talking about what you said about having come here just because of meâŚ" you specified. "Was it true? Or were you just trying to make me melt?"
"I made you melt?" he looked up with a smirk, both proudly and teasingly.
"Don't" you whined, earning a giggle from him.
"I was serious, you can ask Changbin hyung if you want".
"What does he have to do with it?"
"I told you, his date was the one who let me in here. I had to beg him to ask her".
"That deep?" you taunted him.
"Laugh all you want," he dared you, going up to press a small kiss to your chin and then hover your lips. "Coming here was the best decision I could've made".
Not fighting the smile that had just curved up your mouth, you met his lips midway into a loving kiss. One that slowly turned into one peck after another, getting a blissful giggle from you as Hyunjin could not find it in him to entirely pull away just yet.
Once he felt like your lips had touched a fair enough amount of times to make him the happiest, he rested his head back on your chest, gently bumping his nose against your neck before he buried his face in the crook of it. Your arms didn't wait to wrap around him, holding him close to you as you found comfort in his naked chest moving up and down against yours with every breath you took.
The little utopia the two of you had built was disrupted the next minute, when a sudden turn of the doorknob had your heads snapping in its direction.
"Fuck" you whispered, trying to get up but having no success at it, thanks to Hyunjin's body on top of you. "Jinnie, get up".
He whined, only burying his face back in your chest. "They can go get another room".
"Hyunjin!" you whisper-shouted this time, hearing the doorknob unsuccessfully twist again.
"What, I'm serious" his embrace around you tightened. "This is my Y/N time, whoever they are they can fuck off".
As if on cue, the turning ceased. And you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the sight of the smile that had just taken over Hyunjin's face.
"Y/N time?" you mockingly questioned.
He nodded, no sign of his smile being erased anytime soon. "I said what I said".
You laughed under your breath, placing your palms against his shoulders so you could push him up and off you â only managing to make him look at you so far. "We have to leave".
He pouted. "So soon?"
You nodded. "We're literally in the middle of a party, anyone could walk in".
"The door is literally locked".
"What if Yurim comes".
He shrugged. "It's gonna be locked anyway. Plus, I heard she doesn't really mind having couples do their thing in here".
You rolled your eyes, both in amusement and disbelief. "You're a liar".
"I'm not!" he reassured you, yet the laugh that had followed his words was not very convincing of him.
"Mhm⌠if you say so" you teased him.
Leaning in to steal a kiss from him before he could fight back like you knew he would, you took advantage of the way he was too busy deepening the kiss and grabbed the hem of his shirt, swiftly buttoning it up until his chest was covered.
"Let's get dressed" you mumbled against his lips, pressing one last kiss to them.
Hyunjin sighed, definitely not wanting to leave you, nor this moment, anytime soon, yet not even dreaming of pushing your limits any further. Just having you this way right now, having had you as intimately as he had done minutes ago, was more, so much more, than he could ever have asked for.
Adjusting his pants and poorly fixing his shirt, he rushed to help you out. Your hands were already pulling down your dress so it would cover your thighs, so he focused on your chest, fixing your bralette first and then carefully ânot to say reluctantlyâ buttoning your dress up. Lastly, he moved on to help you reach for your panties on the other end of the bed so you could put them on.
Once you were all done, he offered his hand to help you sit up just as he did.
"One of us should leave firstâŚ" you mumbled.
He nodded, quietly running his fingers through your hair to fix its messiness. "You can go first. I'll stay here and make the bed look presentable again".
You bit your bottom lip, feeling your face burn as you seemed to only then have been hit with what the two of you had just done. Nevertheless, you nodded, standing up and running your hands down your dress in hopes to make it look just as straightened as it was when you arrived.
"Okay, um⌠I'll see you around?" you tilted your head rather awkwardly, not really knowing how to say goodbye now.
Letting out a chuckle, Hyunjin stood up as well and walked over to you â confidently pulling you in by your waist, so that your body was once again pressed to his and his mouth could brush over yours. "If you think I'm not texting you first thing tomorrow then you've got a whole other thing coming to you".
As much as his words had made you shy, you couldn't control yourself when it came to pulling him into a kiss by his collar.
Hyunjin kissed you back in a heartbeat, a smile curving up his lips as both hands cupped your face to stop you from pulling away just yet.
"Actually, I'm calling you later tonight to see if you got home safe" he let you know as he caught his breath, going in for another brief kiss. "Or maybe I should take you home instead".
"We're not having a second round" you warned him.
Hyunjin laughed under his breath. "No, it's notâŚ" he shook his head, opening his eyes to meet your awaiting ones. "I meant your home, as in, dropping you off at your dorm. Although I wouldn't mind taking you back to mine with me".
You amusedly rolled your eyes, doing a pretty poor job at hiding just how hard your face was burning up at his words. "You're not taking me to either" you remarked, having him sticking his bottom lip out in a pout. "I need to go look for Nana, we came here together, soâŚ"
He nodded every so softly â not being able to hide the drop in his mood. "Can I ask you to, like⌠do... or not do something for me?"
"What is it?" you wondered.
"Don't go back home with him? Or with anyone else for that matter?"
"You mean, going home as inâŚ"
"As in the way you accused me of wanting to take you home" he smiled softly.
"I'm not sure I'm ready for another round with anyone else either after what happened between us" you joked.
"Shut up," he half whined, half laughed, resting his forehead on yours. "You know what I mean".
You smiled, leaning in to kiss his pout away. "I won't".
"Good" he smiled, too, stealing another kiss from you.
"But, Jinnie, you knowâŚ" you sighed, trying to look for the right words. "You know this doesn't mean everything is magically, one hundred percent okay between us⌠don't you? I mean, we did justâbut, we're notâŚ"
He nodded, with that simple act of his letting you know he understood. "I know. I have to show you I mean everything I saidâŚ" his hands softly traced their way down your arms, until they reached your hands. "But it's a start, right?"
You smiled, looking down at your hands as your fingers interlocked with his. "Mhm⌠I guess it is".
"I'll be better, I promise" his thumbs drew tender circles on your skin. "I'm done being scared of commitment".
"I'm not trying to push you, thoughâŚ" you mumbled. "I mean, I wasn't trying⌠if you're still having doubtsâ"
"I'm not".
"Don't feel like you need to stay, because if you end up changing your mind later onâ"
He shut you up with a lingering kiss. "There's no changing my mind this time".
"I get that it can be pretty scaryâŚ"
"Not when it comes to you anymore".
Speechless, you stared into his genuine, determined eyes for a moment, while you tried to take every word of his in. Once you did, you showed him you appreciated his efforts by gently pressing your mouth to his for what could easily be the hundredth time that night.
"Please don't change your mind tomorrowâŚ" you pleaded, failing at trying to hide just how heartbreaking that mere thought was to you.
"I'd be damned to" he whispered, sweetly yet reassuringly squeezing your hands. "I'm actually scared you'll change your mind tomorrow".
"I won't" you reassured him in a heartbeat.
"I won't either," he repeated. "So I guess you're stuck with me now".
"I'm not opposed to thatâŚ" you shyly chuckled, having his lips back on yours in a second.
Feeling his hands abandon yours to be placed on your waist instead, knowing all too well that was his way to deepen the kiss, you found yourself resting your palms on his chest to try and push him away before things began to escalate all over again.
"I should really leave nowâŚ" you announced, clumsily walking backwards towards the door as he followed without letting go.
"Just one more" he mumbled against your lips, sucking on your bottom one and bringing his other hand to your nape, to prevent you from pulling away just yet.
"HyunjinâŚ" you warned him with a smile.
"Okay, okay" he stole one last kiss. "I'm done".
"God, who would've thought you'd be so clingy" you pointed out in feigned annoyance, earning a proud smirk from him.
"Oh, you've seen nothing yet, baby".
Rolling your eyes at him, you reached for the doorknob, unlocking it before you finally were able to make your way out of the bedroom â not without first having warned him about not even daring to come out of there right after you did.
Although he would've loved to do just that and have everyone at the party know the two of you were together, he followed your wishes, only walking up to the door once you were out of there so he could lock it back. So that no one would accidentally find out he had, too, been in there all along.
Turning around and walking towards the bed, he was met with the mess you had made on it together, and he couldn't help the smile that parted his lips as the memories flooded his mind.
He knew sex was great, that was pretty much the main reason he liked being single so much â being able to sleep around with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. But fuck, no one had ever told him just how much, much better it felt when it was with the one person you had feelings for.
It had never felt as good as it did with you.
It had never made him want to stay before. Stay all night if possible, like he had wished to stay with you â hugging you, kissing you, cuddling you, caressing you.
And that could only reassure him of his feelings for you. If anything, he was now realising they seemed to be way stronger than he had thought.
Covering his eyes, he slumped down on his back as a small giggle escaped his mouth. He was aware that he looked like a mad man right then, but the ghost of your lips on his and your hot skin against his was more than enough for him not to care about it and, instead, allow himself to get lost in the fresh memories of you.
He was the happiest he had ever been, and he would do everything in his power to keep it that way. To show you he had meant every single word that had come out of his mouth that night.
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"Trying to destroy them" is such a hyperbolic statement (very on brand for crink). Im not destroying anyone - im fully in my right to be transparent about how i was mistreated. If you dont want to have bad things said about you - dont do bad things. Crinkle did a lot of fucked up things. And no, this is not some distant past. Only very recently did crinkle apologize to his wife for cheating and actually showed any kind of shame over his behavior towards her. He continues to lie and try to cover for himself in regards to how he treated me. "Wild things" 100% real things that i have proof for... and honestly what i shared pales in comparison to some other shit crinkle pulled during all this :') Idk what u mean by checking tags - feels like u misunderstood / didnt read correctly tbh? I always knew what fic i was reading! The explicit nature of the fic was NEVER an issue for me. The issue was that both Crinkle and Krys acted as if their brains leaked out in the discord server i made for several people - they used absolutely no content warnings, they roleplayed very explicitly anywhere they wanted while being fully aware Nightjarteeth (cr's spouse) is uncomfortable with SA, r*pe, etc. We had RP & NSFW channels for a reason - they didnt use them when it was appropriate. And while i personally have high tolerance, waking up and seeing discussions about a teenager being sodomized with a hot curling iron in a channel meant for selfies, pets etc. first thing in the morning was a bit much even for me. No warnings, no spoiler marking, nothing. Very cool and considerate /s. Honestly what you wrote just reads like you didnt bother to read what i put out - I stated my issues very clearly. But no matter, your choice to blindly believe whatever Crinkle peddles to their readers. It is pretty gullible though, for anyone to believe what he says based solely on the fact they like his fic. As you said - you dont know this person. But i do. His wife does. Two other irl's called out crinkle oh his behavior as well. The truth is not always pretty. Honestly the bottom line is that what Crinkle is doing / has done had real life consequences and that pales in comparison to me making fanart and asking questions. Both Night and I were severely hurt and mistreated in all this - it's unfortunate you're not willing to put it on the equal ground with whatever Crinkle and Krys say.
CrinklyTinfoil bs
Just a collection of receipts since krys decided to go ahead and spew such backwards bs im no longer willing to keep this to myself - i only did in the first place because crinkles spouse (nightjarteeth) asked me to keep it tucked away for a while (Night is aware of the events and supports me in the situation last i checked). Crinkle really hates the idea of their behavior backfiring & someone they hurt speaking about the experience. They will do anything to discredit people, doesnt matter if they caused the sitch in the 1st place. Its all about appearances, distorting events and grasping at straws for them. If you're their reader and you choose to believe them - remember they were comfortable pulling wool over the eyes of their spouse and someone they called a "dear friend". Ask yourself why anyone else would be exempt from this. I might update this when i have more time on my hands.
#abt the /bullshit judging/ thing#these guys judged people more than anyone i know with no solid ground to stand on. If they cant take it - they shouldnt dish it out#if you consider their writing impressive then OOF sorry but ill take what u say with several grains of salt. You /read a lot/ a lot of what#House of night type of series? This could mean anything and isnt a qualifier / does not add any weight to what u say#ESPECIALLY if you think /crinks writing is some of the best/ LMAO. Like fr what are u reading if u think that...#I was willing to look past conveniences and plot holes for way too long and for someone like cr its not worth it. he wont do the same for u#Not that i cant enjoy flawed things. Im just unwilling to treat that fic as something it isnt and pretend its more than a silly amogus fic#(SILLY FIC - crinkles words btw! Why get so up in arms over a silly fic? Why be nasty to people over it? Hypocrisy)#plus i have no reason to be fair to someone who was snarky#judgemental#and overall obnoxious towards me#you get what you give etc#like i really dont owe these ppl anything after how ive been treated soz mate!#what they did is and always will be disgusting and they only kept making shit worse with their stupid actions#if youre not down with me for doing this then why are u down with crinkle lol.#He literally caused this entire sitch and threw a fit when me and night held our ground#did things 20 times worse than i would ever do#mostly to his spouse#like MUCH MUCH WORSE#this is nothing compared to the shit he pulled#genuinely unfortunate that there are ppl who believe such a manipulative person but THERES NOTHING I CAN DO ABT IT LOL#/People are doing the best to survive and keep themselves alive in this shltty world#so let's be better and stop making things more difficult for others?/#HEY you should really tell that to crinkle. Since he was the one taking his issues out on me while i had no idea whats up / trusted him#like why are we putting one ND individual above others? Only crinkles issues matter ig. As per usual. Its ok for him to victimize others#i guess i should just turn the other cheek and let him get away with with everything he did to me and my friend /s. 100% what he wanted btw#also why would i report or block u..? lol#your rb is nothing that would make me want to do either of those things#even if it was i wouldnt bother.#if anything youre kind of embarrassing yourself imho
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while i figure that out, not sure if anyone has done it yet, but i want to do a little dive into the basics of the tarot cards used in this jack & joker episode, now that i actually have a moment and can do more than just the basic off the top of my head readings. iâll be using the golden thread tarot deck mostly because i like how concise it is and also its more accessible to me right now underneath my sleeping dog than my shelf of decks in my room lmao. this is gonna be,,,, real long probably so all the details will be under the cut, if you wanna join me for my rambling:
fun little sidenote before i get started: when i went to begin discussing why i love the use of tarot and nangâs characterization specifically, my card of the day that i drew was the Queen of Swords which is like 100000% The Nang Cardâ˘ď¸ lol [complexity, perceptive, clear mindedness etc.]
âa woman of immense complexity, sometimes considered cold-hearted, but also sharp of mind and wit, independent and possessing great powers of organization and analysis.â i wonât go down the rabbit hole of sword suits as a whole bc thatâs not the point of this post and so far the show hasnât gone into minor arcana, so iâm just gonna say HMMMMM very inch resting timing,,,,, anyways,,,
now, of course i have to start with jokeâs card and its myriad of double meanings. in just about any piece of media, if you see The Fool card it should automatically be flagged as a red herring. itâs meant for you to look at it and take it at face value based on the words and imageâŚ. much like our four little idiots did when first shown their cards. like JOKE YOU GOT THE FOOL BECAUSE YOUâRE A DUMBASS LOL! and heâs the joker so of course he would also be the fool, yes? unfortunately for our little baby clown, the actual symbolism of the card is childlike innocence and naivety, often to their own detriment. it speaks of blank slates, new beginnings, and the start of a journey. âhe does not know the dangers that can beset him during his travels, and thus he stumbles forward with complete optimism, never suspecting that he may be walking in a thin tight rope.â oof yikes. sound familiar? nang rly read that boy for filth huh,,,, aside from the obvious heavy handed post-prison clean slate, weâve also got the metaphor connected to jackâs forgiveness and starting their relationship over. thereâs a lot more to be said here as well about how naive joke can be when thinking heâs doing the right thing and that his choices are for the sake of someone else, without clearly seeing the consequences their may be for that person as a result of his actions. at the risk of Never Shutting Up About It, i will have to make myself move on.
iâll get into tattooâs card next because itâs really interesting to me that he was assigned The World, which I kind of would have thought would be a card assigned to jack instead. i see what they were going for in this episode with it, i think, but it felt a bit shallow in comparison, so there may be more in relation to this that we have yet to see. as The Fool is the first card (0) in the major arcana, The World is the final card (21). this card symbolizes an ending of a cycle of life, specifically before the beginning of a new cycle of life. itâs an indicator of major and inescapable change. throughout this episode, we see the shift in tattooâs heart and priorities being held up in comparison to their past heist through some pretty straightforward parallels, so from that angle, The World makes perfect sense. (especially since one reading of The World when in reverse is inertia & stagnation) tattoo wanting to run in and save joke when he thinks heâll be caught in the heist is our window in to see The World changing. that being said i find it interesting that this card would be chosen for him since it sort of,,,, kickstarts the journey for The Fool and is generally somewhat,,,, final. so iâm just reeeaaaalllllyyyy hoping that this does not mean tattoo has to actually end his cycle in any way other than metaphorical for the other to continue. the man has grown on me, what can i say? đ weâre just gonna ignore all those warning bells in my head and choose to go with the âaccomplishment and fulfillment from both inner and outer sourcesâ reading. yup.
then weâve got arun, whose card is The Moon, which is double fun because arunâs name means dawn/sunrise. thereâs a lot of meaning that could be extrapolated here, but based on tattooâs card seeming on surface level to be about the state of his heart and his involvement in this little found family, iâm going to guess that arunâs is the same. The Moon card symbolizes intuition, the unconscious, illusion, and deception. it can be read as a signal of something being not as it appears, a truth you cannot admit to yourself, instincts that we have buried in our unconscious, among other things. this card being chosen for arun actually actively makes me more nervous than tattoo getting The World lol. if we choose to read it at surface value, could just be that in this heist he had to follow intuition, and got himself turned around in the process (eagle statue etc), or just generally that he did not previously appear capable, but here he is helping this mission be pulled off. with the opening scene of arun crying about missing his dad and that,,,, not really getting resolved actually,,,,,, that makes me wonder about some alternate reading options, but like,,,,,, i donât want to. so. Simply going to close my eyes on that one! no thanks!
then of course thereâs everyone favourite head empty good boy, hoy, who was assigned The Star card. out of all the card readings, this boy got the most straightforward one and iâm trying not to read too much into that since they were all assigned by nang and my brain hasnât quite caught up to [handwaves] whatever she and hoy have got going on over there. this card is symbolic of faith, optimism, and hope. soâŚ.. yeah hoy in a nutshell. not a whole lot more to add in there.
skipping The Heirophant card and The Tower card to come back to later because i have Some Theories there and they may make more sense after i go back and rewatch a few things
ANYWAYS if you read to the end of this thank you and iâm sorry please feel free to yell at me about it
#jack & joker#jack and joker#jack & joker the series#jack and joker the series#episode analysis#jack & joker ep 9#screaming edens#this is so long iâm so sorry
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Could you do a recoms x recom!reader where all the guys suddenly go into heat (?) at the same time and reader is like 'oh shit' and tries to run but they catch and Fuck her?
Kinda like cursed by blue but then with reversed roles lol
Yes my lady, here it is
F. Recom Y/N x Recom Lyle, Mansk, Prager, Lopez, Ja
"Get It Together"
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Summary: read the ask :)
Warnings: smut, tiny bit of angst and fluff, cursing, non-con, breeding kink, mating, heat cycle, unprotected sex, oral sex, penetration
Word Count: 4085
A/N: sorry that the uploads are slower, I'm busy and losing motivation just a little. I've also revived my Harry Potter obsession
Today felt weird. Weirder than usual. Waking up in an Avatar is already odd enough, but something seemed even more different today. The team seemed different.Â
Quaritch is desperate for you all to help him successfully find and kill Sully, so youâre back in the forest again. The Deja Blu squad seems to be spending more time outside than anywhere else. But youâre not complaining. To you, the world of Pandora is beautiful. Youâre not as afraid of it as before. Probably because youâre no longer human. But thatâs your secret. Youâre scared to find out what would happen to you if anyone found out you like this planet and its nature.Â
The Colonel split the squad into two groups again. He led his team while Lyle led yours. Lyle was ranking second highest out of all of you, so he was put in charge. Heâs leading the way through the large leaves and past the hundreds and thousands of trees. Behind him, Mansk is following. Youâre after him. Trailing slightly behind you is Lopez along with Prager and Ja is watching the back.Â
You were pleased with this group because you all got along well. But today is different. No one is talking. Youâve tried to initiate a conversation multiple times but they either donât listen or just nod and hum in response. Even Lyle has his mouth shut today. Not a soul seems to be in a good mood, so you decide not to push it. Thereâs no need to start an unnecessary fight.Â
âYou always wear that?â someone says behind you, suddenly breaking the long-lasting silence.Â
You recognise Lopezâs voice and when you turn around you see that he is looking at your lower half.Â
âThe shorts?â you ask while continuing to walk. He glances up for a split second before fixating his gaze on your shorts once more. His head nods.Â
âNo. Itâs just warmer today.â you answer him, not thinking anything of his question. Maybe he didnât even know the RDA provided shorts.Â
âFuckinâ right itâs warmer.â Lopez thinks, wiping his hand across his forehead. It was warm but the temperatures here never reached the high of making their Avatarâs sweat. He doesnât know whatâs going on with him and why his body temperature seems to be through the roof, but he notices he isnât the only one. Lopez had vaguely scanned the others and everyone seemed to be struggling. Everyone except for you. And he doubted it was because youâre wearing shorts.Â
As you keep walking, you can feel Lopezâs stare on your body. It never leaves and when you look over your shoulder, he doesnât seem to notice or bother to hide it.Â
âCan you not?â you ask, making him suddenly lock eyes with you again. He looks confused. âI can feel you looking.âÂ
Lopez internally curses himself for being so obvious. He didnât mean to, but his judgment is not trustworthy today. His ears occasionally ring and his mind seems to go blank. Especially when he looks at you.Â
Prager lightly punches his shoulder, seeming to tell him off through actions.
âWhatâs he doinâ?â Lyle asks, calling out his words from the front. You open your mouth to reply but Lopez quickly intervenes.Â
âNothinâ.â he says, making Lyle turn around and cock an eyebrow.Â
His words make your ears tip back. He never acted like this.Â
âWalk in front of me then.â you say, stopping so that he can overtake you.Â
Lopez shakes his head, taking your arm and pulling you along.Â
âSo that Prager can get a look? No way.â he scoffs and Prager glares at him.Â
âThe fuck does that mean?â you ask, pulling your arm from his.Â
Mansk had turned around and saw how Lopez held you. It pissed him off too.Â
âKeep walkinâ.â Lopez says, avoiding eye contact.Â
âWhat is up with you, today?â you ask with a small chuckle.Â
But not even Lopez knows how to answer that. His behaviour is confusing him too.
You shrug it off, continuing to follow Lyle and Mansk. Many minutes go by in silence and you think that things have returned to normal again.Â
They havenât.Â
In the next few seconds, you feel your tail brush against something. Assuming itâs a plant, you donât bother checking. But then it happens again. And again.
Finally, you turn your head and see Lopez much closer than expected. It gives you a little fright.Â
âShit-â you gasp, inhaling deeply to calm down. âLopez, what are you-âÂ
âLook at her tail.â He exclaims, interrupting you and taking your tail into his hand. Ja walks up next to him, looking down at it.Â
One of his hands is holding its middle while his free one caresses the tip of your tail, examining the soft hair coming out. Youâve also noticed that yours was longer. And your stripes continued all the way down. Everyone else had their tail partly shaved.Â
âCheck out the stripes.â Ja chuckles, watching the odd pattern of so-called stripes spiral up your tail until their eyes reach its base. The rest is covered in clothes.
âYours are different from ours.â Lopez murmurs and you stop walking, trying to snatch your tail away but they won't let you. Both of them are still looking at where your tail ends and you donât understand why theyâre so fascinated by it.Â
âWhatâs it look like?â He asks, looking up at you with a shit-eating grin. Your eyes go wide at his bold question and you frown.Â
âDoesnât concern you.â You snarl. Whatâs under your clothes is none of his business.Â
âHey!â Lyle calls from the front. He and Mansk both turned around, watching the interaction before Lyle felt like he needed to step in. âLet âer be.â
Lopez meets his eye, staring him down for a few extra seconds before scoffing and letting go of you. Once free, youâre being touched again. Lyle is guiding you by your shoulders to the front, not wanting Lopez around you anymore.Â
You just go with it, assuming he has some kind of plan. At the end of the day, you trust Lyle with your life, so you donât question his decisions.Â
While walking away, you feel Lopezâs and Jaâs fierce eyes on you. Behind them you can hear Prager panting and nothing seems to make sense anymore.Â
You keep walking and you hear Lyle faintly call them both insulting names under his breath before he stretches his arm around you. He starts by throwing it over your shoulder and your walking pace stutters. Mansk is keeping a close eye on what's happening, as is everyone behind you. He doesnât want Lyle crossing the line either.Â
But your presence and the close physical contact have Lyle under a sort of spell. It makes him crave more from you and within minutes, his arm is around your waist and heâs holding you to his side. Youâre body tenses and you stop walking. Everything is so confusing you canât even think straight.
Lyle looks back at you and your concerned eyes before Mansk grabs his arm and removes it from your body.Â
âWhat are you doinâ?â Lyle asks him, wanting to snake it around your waist again but you push it away.Â
âNo, what are you doing? All of you!â You shout, looking around. Youâre about to exclude Mansk from the lecture you plan on giving them but you notice his pupils dilate and target lock on you. It makes you forget what you were about to say. Luckily you recover quickly.
âI donât know what the fuck is going on with you, but you need to sort it out right now so that we can focus on this mission!â You shout, folding your arms in front of your chest and glaring at all of them.Â
Thereâs a few seconds of silence. As if they need extra time to let your words sink in.Â
âAll right.â Lyle growls. His voice is lower than ever. You want to nod and thank him for his agreement but the look in his eye tells you that youâre not both thinking of the same thing.Â
You thought that maybe they all got in a fight and didnât want to mention it around you. But the dark hunger in his expression suddenly makes you feel like you need to escape.Â
You donât know why you feel the need to run when a part of you longs to be around them.Â
Lyle is walking back up to you and his arm stretches out to grab a hold of you once more but Mansk once again intervenes. It seems as though his last functioning cell of common sense told him to help you. But right after he pushes Lyleâs arm away, heâs just as lust-blinded as the rest of them are. You see it in him now too.Â
Which is why this time, you donât hesitate to run. Your feet take off in the opposite direction and youâre sprinting through the forest.Â
You hear Lyle growl at Mansk before your ears pick up the sound of hammering footsteps behind you. They seem to be moving faster than yours which surprises you because a humanâs survival instinct is the strongest.
However, youâre not human anymore and neither are they. It seems as though your new bodies have a stronger instinct than just survival.Â
Mating.
Youâre fast, but unfortunately not fast enough. All weapons and tools have been dropped to chase you. They have to catch you by hand and force. The way nature tells them to. For once, they must give in to what their body craves and forget their human morals.Â
But their rut doesnât just affect them. Being around them, hearing them, smelling them, seeing them, and feeling them kickstarts hormones in your own body. Ones you were suppressing until you started running. Running and chasing are apparently common during heat-cycles so the instinct that told you to run is also the one that betrayed your mind and gave all power to your body and its needs.Â
Lyle caught your arm, making you stumble and slow down. With his next step, he managed to wrap an arm around your middle and lift you off the ground but the sheer force of the turn had you both falling into the grass.Â
You shriek as he spins you both around once before you hit the ground first with him falling on top of you. Immediately, you struggle beneath his weight, trying to crawl out from underneath him but you canât move him.Â
Suddenly, you felt like it wasnât Lyle who was holding you down. You know it is, but heâs never growled and acted like this. It feels so foreign to you but then again, you feel your body doing things you would never do.Â
Almost instantly his large hands start tugging your clothes off of you but for whatever reason, you lean against his touch.Â
Youâre still trying to hold on to your common sense, desperately attempting to not give in to his touch whereas Lyle is a lost cause.Â
Your last spark of hope forces you to kick Lyleâs middle but he is unfazed.Â
âSorry- canât help it.â he breathes out, pulling your shorts down your legs. Well, there you have it. Youâre done for. Might as well enjoy it then.
The others have already caught up with both Lyle and you. Ja wanted to get closer but Lyle snarled at him, making him back off. You guess that since he has the highest rank in this team, he wants to go first.Â
Lyleâs body feels strange to him and foreign. Itâs overheating as well and the only answer to help him feel normal again is in front of him. His large hand comes up to knead the flesh of your ass before heâs hastily opening his belt and clawing at his pants.Â
You know what to expect at this point. Itâs inevitable really. Thereâs five of them and one of you. You canât escape even if you manage to push Lyle off. And quite frankly, the longer you inhale his musky scent and feel him on you, the less you want to leave. It irritates you how easily your body is swayed by them but you canât help it either.Â
Lyle grabs the side of your underwear, hooking his fingers underneath it and literally tearing the fabric off your body. If you were in your right mind right now, you would have felt exposed. But no, you donât even feel the need to hide from their eyes. In fact, their presence seems to make you more aroused.Â
Suddenly ripping you from your thoughts is the feeling of Lyle pressing something right up against your entrance. Feeling its form, you straight away know what it is and without any hesitation, Lyle starts to push it inside you. He hisses as your walls clamp down on him, not seeming to be used to this intrusion. But it doesnât stop him. The man is desperate for you and desperate for release.Â
Within seconds he has bottomed out, holding himself inside you for an extra few moments to contain himself. But itâs no use. The second he starts to move, completely loses himself and his motions become primal.
Lyle doesnât start off slowly either. Heâs already harshly fucking himself into you while his fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips. You spread your arms slightly past shoulder distance to steady yourself while your hips push back against him.Â
Everything suddenly feels sensitive and all his touches spark more excitement in you. Which is why Lyle knows he wonât last long. You feel too good and itâs been too long.Â
âFuck- so good,â he groans, wrapping his hand around the base of your tail to pull you back against him. Small whines and whimpers leave your lips whenever it feels like he is pushing the air from your lungs.Â
âMâ gonna fill you up,â he grunts, speeding up his thrusts. You werenât expecting any of this to last long, but you know that just because heâll be done soon doesnât mean you will. The other four men around you look even more interested in you than before. There is no way youâre leaving without having to go through each of them first.Â
âGonna make this pussy mine.â he growls, not stopping his rough thrusts until his hips stutter and you feel him spurt his cum inside you. You still your small rocking movements, taking all of him into you. His large hands are holding onto your waist while Lyle gathers himself. His problem seems to be cured for now. But the others are still very bothered by it, so the second Lyle pulls out, Mansk takes his place. He pushes Lopez to the side because he canât wait any longer.Â
Mansk falls to his knees behind you, immediately pushing your tail to the side to see your throbbing cunt. God, what a luring sight it is. Especially with Lyleâs cum slowly dribbling out. It just makes Mansk want to wash it out and replace it with his own.Â
To your surprise, Lopez settles himself in front of you. You can hear Ja complaining but Lopez doesnât care. Sure, he would much rather be where Mansk is but right now heâll take whatever he can get. His skin is glistening in sweat and he just needs to feel you on him in any way possible.Â
Manskâs pants are gone faster than Lyleâs and he doesnât even need to line himself up with your entrance to guide himself in. Heâs so hard he just bucks his hips forward blindly while pressing his chest against your back. He feels his dick sink into you on his third attempt and it has him melting against you. Mansk is and has been desperate for this kind of relief for so long. The fact that itâs you heâs getting makes this so much better for him.Â
Lopez has managed to free his aching erection from its restraints as well and is now panting while watching you stare at him. He can feel your hot breath fan against his bare skin and it causes his eyes to flutter closed. He never thought he could get this close to you.Â
Mansk moves behind you, making your body jolt forward. Your cheek brushes against Lopezâs dick and you give up on staring. The sight has your mouth salivating. Not only are they all so big, but fuck he looks so needy.Â
You turn your head, opening your mouth and licking up his shaft. He groans and you notice the goosebumps erupt on his skin. Lopez is so hard it hurts so he attaches his hand to the back of your head, hoping to encourage you to finally help him out. You obey his silent pleas and open your mouth wider to welcome his tip. His breath gets caught in his throat and he doesnât exhale until youâve swallowed down almost all of him.Â
âFuck, such a good girl,â he purrs his praise, gently rubbing your cheek before holding the base of your queue to help guide you along his dick.Â
Manskâs thrusts are already getting sloppy so you arch your back to give yourself to him, making it easier for him to reenter you.Â
Then you focus on the heavily breathing man in front of you and decide to finally focus on him. You gulp around him, feeling his tip in the middle of your throat. Having something stuffed so far down your mouth is not a pleasant feeling, but seeing how it drives Lopez wild just gives you the equal pleasure he is receiving.Â
You donât need to move your head, heâs already pulling his hips back and slowly pushing them forward again for you. All you have to do is not choke and not let him feel your teeth. This gets twice as difficult when you have fangs but so far youâre succeeding.Â
You flatten your tongue out and occasionally swirl it around him when he draws back.Â
Both of them have sped up their thrusts and you feel Lopezâs dick twitch inside your mouth which lets you know that he wonât last much longer.Â
Mansk is now hugging your waist and one of his hands digs into your thigh.Â
You start to feel your own orgasm slowly build up but with the way theyâre feeling, you know youâll still need more time until you start feeling euphoric.
âShit, take it.â Mansk growls, biting your shoulder while he humps you from behind, shooting his load into you just like Lyle. But you honestly donât care about that at the moment. You even doubt whether your Avatar is fertile.Â
Mansk is regaining his breath above you when Lopez hisses and throws his head back. His hips reflexively buck forwards and he covers your tongue in his cum, making it flow down your throat. You lick him clean after swallowing everything he gave you before gently pulling away.Â
He smiles down at you, lightly tapping your cheek in praise before getting up.Â
Mansk carefully pulls out, running his hand over your smooth back and humming appreciate before Prager is urging him to move. He listens. You display yourself for Prager byopening your legs and lifting your tail but he seems to have other ideas. The sight makes his stomach twist in excitement but he still turns you onto your back. Youâre looking up at him and he flashes you a smirk before Ja interrupts your moment.Â
âSeriously, what about me?â he asks, not seeming happy with the sudden position change.Â
Pragerâs ears flatten back against the sides of his head and he frowns at Ja.Â
âWork it out.â he growls. Then his hands find your knees and he opens your legs for him. He wants to properly see you, not just use you.Â
Ja huffs in annoyance before lifting your upper body and resting your back on his lap. Prager runs his fingers over your entrance, parting your lips before pushing some cum back inside you. His motions make you shiver and you roll your hips forward while Ja open his pants just enough to relieve himself.
Your body starts reacting to Prager's touch and you realise heâs helping you reach your high too. But since heâs having a hard time containing himself, he removes his fingers from inside of you and replaces them with his length. Suddenly, it feels so good. Youâve gotten used to the intrusion now and itâs becoming pleasurable.Â
You turn your head to the side, noticing Ja trying to win your attention over. His dick is next to your face and at this point, youâre too tired and too unbothered to question anything. You just do. Theyâve already seen all of you, you have nothing to hide anymore.Â
You open your mouth for him just like you did for Lopez but right before you want to wrap your lips around him, a gasp leaves you. Prager has started moving inside you and the new angle and change of position have you enjoying all of it.Â
Quickly, you fill your mouth with Jaâs length to prevent moans from slipping out. Those are still something that makes you often feel embarrassed. You know itâs stupid because usually, you want to be able to hear how youâre pleasing someone. But then again, you happen to be in a forest full of creatures that may not welcome you. So you donât want to be screaming and crying on his cock (you do, but you wonât).Â
Your head gets all fuzzy with how good Prager is treating your body. You feel so stimulated that whimpers and moans do leave your body. However, theyâre muffled through Ja but the vibrations of it drive him wild.Â
Heâs been touching himself while watching you with Mansk and Lopez, so he feels like he will spill any second now.Â
Prager is just diving into you at this point. His hand comes up to apply gentle pressure to your clit while his other lifts one of your legs onto his shoulders. Everything is good right now. You have no worries.Â
âYou gonna cum?â he asks, knowing you canât reply with words. You frantically shake your head, slowly arching your back off the ground in preparation for your orgasm.Â
He grins and his pace never falters.Â
Behind you, Ja is a groaning mess. Heâs just watching you struggle to angle your head for him but he canât help you with that. Heâs so close, you just need to continue for a few more seconds. You do and in moments following you hollowing your cheeks for him, his tail trembles as he cums. Some of it spills out onto your lips but you donât mind. You just need cum yourself.Â
Prager doesnât stop, in fact he just slightly increases his touch on your clit and you cry out once before your legs tremble and your orgasm floods your senses. Feeling you clench down around him has Prager in pure bliss and he follows almost straight after you.Â
What an odd scene this is. You hadnât expected your day to go like this.Â
Lyle comes to your aid while the two soldiers redress themselves.Â
âYou alright?â he asks but he canât hold back the cheeky grin on his face.Â
âYeah-â you breathe out. âIâm just so done.â
He chuckles, handing you your shorts and helping you put them on.
âYou fuckers, itâll stain the cloth.â you mumble, knowing all the cum will just leak out of you for the rest of the day.Â
âDonât worry, you can get a refill later.â Lopez smirks as Lyle helps you to your feet and you punch Lopezâs shoulder.Â
A loud sigh leaves your lips.Â
âI canât even walk back now.â you whine in frustration.Â
âIâll carry you then.â Lyle offers with a grin and Mansk smirks.Â
âNo, Iâm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.â you say, realising youâre contradicting yourself.Â
Mansk raises an eyebrow at you and you wipe your hand over your face.Â
âI just like to complain.â you mumble, starting to slowly walk ahead. Your first few steps are wobbly, but you manage because Mansk and Prager walk next to you, letting you use them for support. Lyle leads the way again.Â
Heâs calling off the mission for the day. We just have to come up with some excuse as to what happened.Â
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Hey i saw you wanted two prompt ideas, so how about
"I can't protect you."
"I don't know how much longer I can do this."
With Wanda saying both lines and if you could add a 'both' after you in first one.
And maybe its wanda being worried for yn who's pregnant with their daughter about whether she's strong enough to protect them both, and contemplating turning herself in to protect them. Or being retired but still being called. Something along those lines of whatever takes your fancy :D just happy ending tho lol
Thank you
Love's Triumph: A Maximoff Miracle
â Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
â Summary: Wanda almost loses you in battle and then finds out that you're pregnant in the hospital while you fight for your life.
â Tags and Warnings: angst and fluff
â Author's Note: Hope you like it Twilight! Thanks for the request :)
â Word Count: 1487
â Read Time: 7 minutes
Masterlist : Socials : Part 1.5
The Avengers had faced countless battles, but this one was different. The enemy was more formidable, and the stakes had never been higher. It almost seemed as if all those previous fights led them to this one. After years of searching for leads and extracting moles from their own organization, they knew the new information that they extracted would lead to something big.Â
In the midst of the chaos and devastation, a blue streak appeared rushing past the front lines. Too quick to even make out anything, but before anyone could even react, a powerful blast struck the battlefield, sending shock waves through the Avengers' ranks. Wanda, not having time to notice the action, was thrown to the ground, her world spinning. She desperately looked around for you, panic gripping her heart.
It took agonizing moments for Wanda to locate her wife amidst the smoke and rubble. You lay motionless, buried beneath a pile of debris. Wanda's heart nearly stopped as she rushed to your side, using her powers to clear the wreckage as quickly as she could.
When Wanda finally reached you, you were pale and unconscious. Fear coursed through her like a tidal wave. Desperate, she cradled your limp form in her arms, her voice shaking as she called for help.Â
The battle raged on around them, but Wanda was oblivious to it all. She focused all her energy on protecting you, her mind consumed by the thought of losing the love of her life. Her emotions got the best of her as she sat there helplessly by your side. In an explosion of her power, the battle wrapped up instantly. Her only thought was to get you somewhere safe.Â
In the aftermath of the battle, you were rushed to the hospital, battered and bruised, but miraculously alive. The relief that washed over Wanda was almost unbearable, but it was short-lived.
Read here for part 1.5 (takes place here)
As Wanda sat by your bedside, days passed before you regained consciousness. On the third day, you groggily opened your eyes as you gently rubbed your thumb against Wandaâs hand as she held yours tightly, you looked up at Wanda with a weak smile. "Detka, oh thank god." she let out relieved to see your eyes again as she smothered you in a tight hug. Never wanting to let you go again. Tears welled up in Wanda's eyes as she leaned down to kiss you's forehead. "I thought I had lost you," she whispered, her voice trembling.
You reached out to cup Wanda's cheek, her touch gentle and loving. "You'll always protect me, Wanda. That's what you do."
But Wanda's relief was tainted by a new fear that had taken root in her heart. She had been so close to losing you, and now, as they faced the reality of the situation, she couldn't escape the overwhelming anxiety that had been building inside her, âI don't know how much longer I can do this." Wanda whispered, almost ashamed. The last thing she wanted was to lose you, but somewhere in her heart, she truly felt you would be safer without her.Â
âWhat? Wanda, what do you mean?â Still a bit groggy, you werenât sure where this was coming from, what you had done to make her feel this way.Â
"I can't protect you both," Wanda finally admitted, her voice barely audible. She placed a trembling hand on your stomach, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.Â
Your brow furrowed in confusion. "Wanda, what are you talking about?"
âIt worked. Weâre pregnant.â Tears streamed down Wanda's cheeks as she tried to explain. "I'm scared, Y/N. Scared that my powers, my life, will put you and our child in danger. I can't bear the thought of losing you both." She rambled on as you were still processing the new information.
Your expression softened with understanding. She reached for Wanda's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Wanda, we'll face this together. We always do, and little Benji will be even stronger for that."Â
At the sound of the name you had chosen for your child, Wanda perked up as if instantly forgetting all the fears she was harboring, âBenji?â She nearly snapped, âWhat are we giving birth to, a dog?âÂ
You knew the name would get a rise out of your wife, and just as you expected, you were able to distract her from the fear she was spiraling into as you pondered on a name, âOh, you think you can do better, Ms Maximoff?â
âEh ehm, thatâs Mrs. Maximoff to you, and yes absolutely. What about Tommy?â she reasoned.Â
âHmm, I like Timmy better.â You didn't really, in fact, you loved the name Tommy, but you just liked to get under Wandaâs skin a bit in any playful way that you could.Â
The night that you were released from the hospital, you had both decided to spend a quiet evening at home. Wanda had ordered your favorite takeout, and the cozy aroma of food filled your living room as you snuggled up on the couch, blankets draped over your laps.Â
Wanda leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder. In return, you wrapped your arm around Wanda, pulling her close. You both let out contented sighs, reveling in the comfort of each other's presence.
As the two of you ate, Wanda couldn't help but steal glances at you. You were radiant, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light on your features. Wanda reached out and traced a gentle finger along your jawline, her touch feather-light.
You turned to look at Wanda, a soft smile playing on her lips. "What's on your mind, love?"
Wanda blushed, her cheeks turning a faint shade of scarlet. "Just how lucky I am to have you."
Your smile widened, and you leaned in to place a sweet kiss on Wanda's lips. "The feeling is mutual, baby."
They continued to eat, their conversation drifting from the mundane to the profound. Wanda's fingers found their way to yours, as you interlocked them, your hands fitting together like pieces of a perfect puzzle.
After you finished eating, the two of you were sitting on the couch snuggled in each other's arms when Wanda decided now was a good time to bring up something that had been bothering her, âY/N?âÂ
You leaned into her further in response, âHmm?â you acknowledged.Â
âWhat do you remember about the battle?â she wondered.Â
âOh, uhm. I think I remember it all. We were fighting the soldiers at the peak of the hill when there was an explosion.â You explained from what you could recall, âAfter that, I woke up with you by my side.â
âDo you remember what caused the explosion?â Wanda pushed.Â
âI donât, oh! I remember something weird happening. Like a light or something.â You tried your best to give her the answers that she was looking for.Â
âThere was a blue streak of light and then an explosion before we knew it. It was him.â She softly said, knowing you might think she was out of her mind for thinking this, but if anyone would believe her, it was going to be you.Â
âWho?â you werenât sure where she was going with this.Â
âMy brother.â she said just above a whisper, âI know it was, you have to trust me. I could feel it. When they said he was dead I- I never believed them and you knew that.â She tried to get the information out as quickly as she could, worrying you were going to cut her off and dismiss her like all the other Avengers often did. It was easy for them to chalk her feelings up to denial, as it was just a part of the grieving process.Â
You werenât like the other Avengers though, you trusted your wife, âYou really think so?â you said pulling back and catching her eyeline.Â
âI know it was him.â She said confidently.Â
âWhere do we go from here?â you asked. Not knowing what she had in mind, especially with a baby on the way, âWhy was he attacking us?â you wondered further.Â
âIâm not sure. Do you think theyâll believe me?â she asked, wondering how the rest of the team would react to her theory.Â
âIf youâre sure it was him, they'll come around. Iâm sure of it.â You matched her confidence. Knowing that even if they dismissed her, you would be able to persuade them.Â
Wanda nuzzled her wife's neck, breathing in your familiar scent. "You know," she whispered, "every moment with you feels like magic."
You chuckled softly, your heart swelling with affection. "You're the magic in my life, Wanda."
As you gazed into each other's eyes, Wanda pressed her lips to yours once more. This time, the kiss deepened, a gentle dance of love and devotion. In that quiet, intimate moment, you found solace, knowing that your love was the most precious magic of all.
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Fyodorâs Ability: Body Possession and The Possessed
Note: If you donât want to read the looong premise just jump to the paragraph where I started with âthe core idea,â I have it bolded and underlined.
Hi bsd fandom how are youâŚI donât think anyone would remember me but I used to be one of the craziest fyolai enjoyers on this site. My irl life has honestly been a mess for the past years (and it still is ngl), but recently I went back to reading bsd and Iâm so satisfied with Fyodorâs ability, I have to write something about it.
Iâm not THAT obsessed with fyolai now; my current and perhaps forever obsession is the ship of Stavrogin x Pyotr (stavrovensky) from Dostoevskyâs novel, The Possessed (I have never been the same after this ship...Iâll elaborate on how incredible and messed up it is if anyone is curious about that), and with my tradition of studying fyolai alongside stavrovensky, even back when I was still mostly a bsd fan and understood very little about the latter, I was REALLY happy with how Fyodorâs ability has turned out, with all the implications of Possession. Â
Letâs first establish that Asagiri totally has knowledge of The Possessed. He not only quoted it but also kinda borrowed the whole âgroup of five spreading evil and destroying the worldâ idea from it, and perhaps even modeled some scenes after the bookâs 2014 TV adaptation. Goncharov, who pours tea for Fyodor and wants to feel âall is well,â can be seen as a parody of Kirillov and his speech in The Possessed, a character that happens to be an architect (remember Goncharovâs ability?).
Kirillov is also discussed in length by Camus â having adapted the book into a play â who wrote The Stranger and created Meursault. BSD became explicitly a metafiction after Gogolâs appearance, and The Possessed is a chronicle of events provided by an unreliable narrator, who seems weirdly omniscent, and the story also quickly tumbles into turmoil after certain charactersâ sudden appearance. One scholar argues that the narrator is only making up a story and trying to make what happens seem logical, while it really is not. Gogolâs pretending to be a government official/one of the police, gunning Atsushi in a tunnel, and making the Agency take his blame for terrorism also echoes strongly the events in The Possessed. I wonât spoil you further though.Â
The core idea of Dostoevskyâs The Possessed, or in some translations The Devils, or Demons, is that people who cannot think for themselves are often easily possessed by ideas planted into their heads â then driven to madness and self-destruction by what they think they have thought up themselves. Hell if that doesnât sound familiar; thatâs all Fyodorâs been doing to others, and itâs what he basically said in Chapter 42.Â
("being led by the nose" also appears in the book, it's one of it's crackiest jokes, but i'm not sure if it's just a matter of translation in bsd.)
Asagiri said he got the idea of Crime and Punishment being doubles from Ivan Karamazov, who truly is just a less stable/powerful version of Stavrogin in terms of intellect, the incarnation of the Devil â of Lucifer, in some Dostoevsky scholarsâ words â the mysterious, beautiful protagonist of The Possessed shrouded by too many secrets, none of which gives a clue about his true character and purpose. (irl Dostoy said he âtore him [Stavrogin] out of my heartâ; you can say heâs the author's special blorbo LOL).Â
His name literally means âcross (stav)â + âhorn (rog)â, showing the heaven-hell conflict within his character. Stavrogin sometimes sees a demon double of himself, too; like BSD Fyodor, he made peace with it (the paragraphs describing this is cut from some versions of the book).Â
And like Fyodor, Stavrogin represents something âmore evil than evilâ: the void; but a void that could mess up peopleâs minds by âunderstandingâ them, giving them answers for what they should be after, thus tricking them into abandoning their lives for this one pursuit, one impossible ideal. He used these ideas which he himself didnât believe in to possess people, in every meaning of that word, and this possession comes with the process of enter into. People are no longer themselves, but â in many Dostoevsky scholarsâ opinion â doubles of Stavrogin, shells of themselves that carry the pieces of this one nihilistic demon.Â
Characters affected the most by Stavrogin in The Possessed let these toxic ideas enter their heads, because they are trying to get rid of unbelief and skepticism about god â kill their inner demons/defend themselves against Satanâs call. You could say they stepped right into Stavroginâs twisted experiment just as they were trying to kill the heaven-hell ambivalence within themselves; kill âStavroginâ.Â
Tl;dr When people are trying to kill Fyodor, they are possessed by him and become doubles of him, but not complete replicas; they retain their personality in some way, but only through their own fixations that get integrated into Fyodor, the demon. Itâs like black is the mixture of all colors, and chaos is a cacophony of all sounds. When they die, Fyodor exits the body with a darker, heavier, emptier soul, and enters into the next victim, who tried fruitlessly to defeat him.Â
(In The Possessed, it is said that people who are possessed by ideas are basically consumed by them; their personal views on life are replaced by unreasonable fixations of the mind, which they devote their hearts wholly into. Nicolas Berdyaev connected this kind of fixation to the search for freedom and to attain godhood in his book Dostoevsky. This is a horrifying observation of the human psyche by irl Dostoy but it also reminds me of how Fyodor has described the singularity.)Â
There are other startling similarities between Fyodor and Stavrogin that I didn't mention. Please go read the book, it is in no way a daunting classic - it is supposed to be dark comedy; and if you can't stand old people drama, start from Volume 2, you might just experience the DoA arc all over...
P.P.S, It has been pointed out how fyolai interactions and their mannerisms mirror scenes and characters in The Possessed (2014). these two ships of crazy russian terrorists differ significantly while being similar on the surface (grumpy x sunshine, the religious/philosophical discussion on evil, soulmates, kill your darling etc.) but this is not the point of this post so Iâll leave it for now.
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the right side of wrong. (part two)
TAGS ⸠uh like mentions of glass breaking, and food eating??, this chapter is pretty tame lol
PLAYLIST â¸Â yosemite - travis scott, back - jey, stay - ari abdul, element - pop smoke, dirty laundry - blackbear
WORD COUNT ⸠6.5k
AUTHORâS NOTE ⸠didn't want this part to be too long since i'm trying to stick to my end word count of 40k lol. next chapter is gonna move things along for sure though! this one is just plot + world building. quick note: feedback, comments, etc. GREATLY encourage writers! if you felt any sort of way (in a good or bad way!) about this fic, pls leave feedback!
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[march 19, 20XX, 11:48 a.m.]
[mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]
âyouâve never watched television before?â soojin asks incredulously, staring at y/n. she shrugs, looking at the remote in her hand with a curious look.Â
âi mean, television is harder to warp since it could be live broadcasted. magic takes a lot of energy, and i donât think anyone cared about me enough to warp television day in and day out. i mostly just read books. fiction.â jay lets out a low whistle as he puts the baking tray into the oven.Â
soojin and jay had taken it upon themselves to be âden mothersâ for y/n since she didnât really have anyone else to connect with, and since they were the only ones who lived at mount justice.
âreally? well, at least now youâll never be bored. when i was on mars, watching television from earth is practically the only thing i ever did,â soojin says and smiles when she sees jay make his way to the television set in the other room, picking out dvdâs of old movies to start y/n with.
âyeah. i mean, it was pretty boring since i could only do things that were already vetted by my dad. i could only read the books he wanted me to. i could only eat the foods that he brought me. i could only learn the things in textbooks that he conjured. it was a life that felt like prison,â she explained, her voice trailing off as she reminisced not-so-fondly about her life in the other dimension.
âyou know, i hate to say it, but usually people come out of solitary confinement totally mistrustful and donât reveal anything to the people around them because of their time. i know that your case was a little different but i just - â soojin is cut off by y/n, whoâs eyes have grown hard and full of fire.
âbut i donât seem depressed or psychotic. in fact, i look and speak like a pretty normal girl, donât i?â y/n says, her voice cold and emotionless. a shiver runs down soojinâs spine. this is what she had expected from someone who had no one but the light to grow up with. someone who was ready to fight at any given moment; a cold and ruthless killer.
âiâm sorry,â soojin says and just as quickly as y/n had slipped into the persona, she slips out of it.
âno, donât apologize. i understand the confusion. itâs a mix of two things: my father may have been controlling my environment but he never actually tried to control me. he said that my powers and my face was all his, but that my personality and my brain was all of my motherâs. my father loved me very much, and locking me up to âprotect meâ was his insane way of showing it. so i know what itâs like to be warm, trusting, and affectionate. itâs not as though i never knew the emotion. and as easy as it would be to live my life without ever trusting you guys, i just donât think i want to live like that again. thatâs how iâve been living ever since i found out the truth about this dimension.â y/n sighs, crossing her arms over her chest and hugging them close to her body, as if to trap the heat into the depths of her skin. âbut also - even with all of that love - iâve lived a better life in the past two days than i have in the past twenty years. people here tell me the difference between reality and fiction. everyone in that dimension just told me whatever i wanted to hear. or whatever i needed to hear to stay in their grasp. i wasnât really a child to look after to anyone else in the light. i was more like a harmless puppy.â
âthatâs why they didnât train you in combat either?â soojin asks and y/n nods, shrugging.
âitâs hard to keep a puppy under control when sheâs been taught to bite.â
jay, whoâd come back to the kitchen with a myriad of genres to explore sighs. âyou know, that kind of reminds me of my time at cadmus.â
âwhatâs a cadmus?â y/n asks, and jay is silent for a moment, picking and choosing his words wisely.
âitâs a prison of its own. i was made as supermanâs clone and raised in a facility to have the powers of superman but no mind of my own. i was literally created to be a rabid dog just barely on a leash,â jay says, and when he looks up at y/n, he doesnât see the pity that he usually gets (and hates). instead, he just sees solidarity and for some reason, it feels as though she truly understood what exactly he���d gone through.
âbut enough of the sad past talk. weâve got to get you caught up on cinema and thereâs nothing but time, right now! so what do you say, y/n? are you feeling mystery? romance? comedy? romantic-comedy?â soojin says, clapping her hands. y/n peruses her options before picking a movie, unable to tear her eyes away from the cover.
âi donât think i know what love is but whatever it is, itâs gotta be this right now. who is this fine man?â y/n asks, staring at the man on the cover of the dvd and soojin giggles.Â
âthatâs henry cavill, and trust me, we all think that way,â she says, winking at jay, who just rolls his eyes with a grin.
âwell then, the immortals, it is,â jay says, leading them all to the living area, where the television was.
âoh, i hate to bring up cadmus again but you said something that i thought i should clarify,â y/n says suddenly, her face serious and contemplative. jay and soojin exchange a look.
âwhat is it, y/n? do you remember something else about the light?â soojin asks worriedly.
âno. no - i just wanted to askâŚwhat the hell is a superman?â
âoh boy.â
[march 19, 20XX, 11:48 a.m.]
[palo alto, california]
yujin checks her phone for the third time in the span of thirty seconds, her knee bouncing as she waited in the courtyard of stanford university for her boyfriend. she stares down at her phone impatiently, waiting for jake when sheâs offered a short reprieve from the california sun beating down on her as a shadow casts across her face.
âyou know, you really need to start caring more about your boyfriend and less about this new girl you have a crush on,â says the person who deprives yujin of her vitamin d.
âi donât have a crush on her. but i do really need to check something out in gotham,â yujin says, looking up at jake. âand i need you to come with me.â
jake frowns, checking his watch. âis it serious? we have the pottery painting double date with the colemans at five.â
âno, itâs not serious. itâs just strange. and i donât know, i just donât want to investigate alone. figured i would put your forensics degree to use,â yujin replies.
âforensics? are we talking about a dead body here?â jake asks and yujin shakes her head, looking back down at her phone. she turns the phone screen so that jake could see what had her so on edge and gasps, taking the phone from her and examining carefully.
the image on yujinâs phone wasnât gory or grotesque like jake had expected. instead, the image was (relatively) straightforward: someone had broken into ace chemical factory - literally. everything made of glass in the image was shattered to pieces, and the old stone building was suffering some serious cracks.
âthis looks like some sort of sonic weaponry type damage. i see why this is sad and disturbing for gotham city history enthusiasts but iâm still not seeing why a forensics analysis is necessary. does sunghoon know about this?,â jake says, frowning as he examines the picture.
yujin swipes to the next picture, and jakeâs frown grows even deeper as he looks at the picture.
âit looks like the same person who broke into ace chemicals also did some serious property damage to the yacht bridge. this has got to be at least twenty to forty million dollars in damage,â jake says, his eyebrows furrowed. âi still donât see how this is an issue for forensics though.â
âcheck the timestamps. sunghoon wants us to do a little analysis for the team while he carries out the investigation on the legal side. you know, since superpowers are probably involved,â yujin says and jake swipes back and forth, checking the timestamps of the pictures.
âthese pictures indicate that the damage was done at the same exact time. how the hell is that possible? i didnât know that sonic weaponry was that easy to find,â jake says cynically, swiping back and forth once more.
âyeah. but check this: the damage looks the exact same. as if it were done by the same weapon,â yujin says, pointing out the shape of the glass shards that were scattered across the floors of each of the buildings. jake looks closer until he notices something that rubs him the wrong way, zooming in to show yujin too.
âlook at this, though. in the picture of the yacht bridge, thereâs clear indications that the weaponry used was barely functional; i mean the glass shattered but the shatter isnât nearly as finely ground as the glass here, in the ace chemical factory picture. itâs not as identical as we think it is,â jake explains. âand this is just a hunch, but it seems like the motives are different too - i mean, i canât think of a single reason why anyone would voluntarily go to ace chemical factory at eight in the evening. that place has been shut down for years, and it was never producing anything too valuable in the first place.â
âbut the yacht bridge would mean that some rich people are moving some big amounts of money in the next couple of days,â yujin says slowly. âespecially with the weather growing warmer, more and more people are getting their boats ready to take out onto the waters.â
âand when did you say icicle sr. was at the bank?â jake asks, mentally committing the picture to memory.Â
ânot even fifteen minutes later. the bank is pretty close to ace chemicals but itâs on the other side of gotham. unless it was you or the flash, iâm not sure that anyone could make it from the yacht bridge to the bank in time. but from ace chemicals, thereâs more than enough time to do so,â yujin says, swiping to the next picture, where sheâd circled the three locations.
âwell, iâm not sure how much help iâm gonna be but iâll check out all three of the locations with you if thatâs what you need me to do,â jake says, handing yujin back her phone and she pockets it quickly, checking her watch.
âwell then, iâm gonna have to borrow the powers of kid flash to complete this recon mission,â she says, a teasing glint in her eyes and jake flashes her a megawatt smile.
âkid flash, at your service, maâam. now, letâs not keep the colemans waiting for too long.âÂ
[march 19, 20XX, 11:48 a.m.]
[gotham city, southern tip of new jersey]
âdetective park? we have some people inquiring about the simultaneous break-ins at ace chemicals and the yacht bridge from yesterday. is the field team ready to go to the site?â byun euijoo, the stationâs pretty boy and correspondent/representative asks, looking haggard from having to respond to entitled rich people all day.
âyeah. weâre ready,â sunghoon says, nodding at the team that heâd assembled to investigate the break-ins. he had a sneaking suspicion that yujin and jake would have better luck in finding the source of the issues but he had a job and appearances to keep up anyway.
âright. iâll tell them that our teamâs on site working on the case and that weâll find the perpetrators as soon as possible,â euijoo says, typing away on his little ipad, murmuring something under his breath. âeven though itâs most likely that the justice leagueâs gonna handle this anyway. or whoever the hell they send to take care of things secretly.â
âwhatâd you say?â sunghoon says, unbuttoning the buttons on the cuffs of his sleeves to roll them up, hanging the detective badge over his neck.
ânothing. itâs just - does our station ever really do anything? it feels like we just get anonymous intel that solves the entire case for us. not that youâre not a great detective and youâve definitely been vital to solving cases and putting everything together. but, you know, it just feels pointless when the justice league or whatever team theyâve put together for undercover missions does everything for us anyway,â euijoo huffs, hugging his ipad to his chest.
sunghoon rests his hand on euijooâs shoulder, slinging his jacket over his own shoulder. âthis station is the face of every case that comes to this city. no matter what kind of anonymous tips we get - or however timely or true those tips might be - we deliberate the truth and we have to search and give the people an answer. our job is no less important because whoever is helping us has gotten involved.â
âbut you donât ever get curious about who exactly is helping us?â euijoo asks, somewhat shamefully.
âhm. maybe? but if they want to reveal themselves, they will. no point in looking a gift horse in the mouth, right?â
euijoo doesnât have much to say to that and sunghoon just smiles, passing him to lead the team to first the yacht bridge, and then ace chemicals. yujin and jake would be checking ace chemicals first so it would be easier for them to examine things in peace if the detective team (and the horde of reporters that would be sure to follow) headed to the yacht bridge first.
plus, rich people were impatient. and pushy.
âalright,â sunghoon begins, clapping his hands. âletâs find these assholes.â
the motorcycle ride to the yacht bridge wasnât that far. maybe twelve or thirteen minutes at maximum. but those thirteen minutes felt like absolute torture all the way through.
sunghoon preferred motorcycles because he liked feeling the wind whipping his jacket and at his hair when he wasnât feeling like following rules. he loved the feeling of feeling superhuman in his speed and agility as he raced down the streets of gotham. it also could have been the time that sunghoon had spent with eunwoo rubbing off on him, now that he thought about it.Â
but now, with all of these reporters hot on his heels, hounding him with questions that they were screaming over the howling winds, it was absolute torture. sunghoon could barely concentrate on the road in front of him from the sheer multitude of questions that he was being barraged with.Â
sunghoonâs thoughts lead him to ardor, as a way to distract himself from the questions that he was pretending he couldnât hear.Â
she was probably spending time with jay and soojin around this time, wasnât she? maybe catching up on the current events that sheâd missed out on in all of her time trapped in that dimension? or possibly eating foods that she didnât even know existed? knowing soojin, she was definitely showing ardor some sort of show or movie. jay was probably just happy to be around soojin and soojin was always happy to welcome new people into the den, since the only two permanent residents of the den were jay and soojin.
his mind goes back to something that eunwoo had said as sunghoon was on his way out.
eunwoo was a relatively stoic person and wasnât shaken or moved by much. he didnât really have intense highs but he also didnât have intense lows, and while that had annoyed sunghoon when he was looking for affection that eunwoo simply couldnât provide, it proved to be helpful and necessary every time sunghoon found himself shaking with the intensity of his emotions when he was going through his teenage years.
so for eunwoo to grab sunghoonâs elbow as heâs on his way out of the cha manor, his eyes downcast and contemplative⌠it was definitely a cause for concern for sunghoon.
âi donât want to reveal too much because iâm not sure that itâs my place to share anything with the team when itâs a justice league issue but if what y/n is saying is true, the possibility that the justice league has a mole is quite frankly, worryingly high. i canât tell you how to run the team and iâll carry out my investigation as discreetly as possible but as someone in this field for longer than you have, i have some requests and some advice. first, i suggest that you keep y/n as close to you as possible. if word of the investigation leaks, the light will not hesitate to hurt her or maybe even kill her, depending on how desperate faust is. i trust the team but i trust you the most, sunghoon. second, this is my request, but you might consider adding her to the team. pyrokinetics are not a joke - and her flame doesnât kill, which is even better. not to mention that if you take her on missions - â
âwe might discover something that sheâs been keeping from us, intentionally or not,â sunghoon finished with a sigh, rubbing his hand over his face.
âyou know?â eunwoo asked incredulously.
ânot really, to be honest. but miss martian mentioned something about how sheâs keeping something important from us. iâm pretty sure that not even she knows though. according to miss martian, itâs something that she knows is important but itâs behind a mental block - canât tell if itâs a block from a magician or an emotional block. combat is pretty primal though; it unlocks parts of us that we donât even know exist. so maybe after some training and survival techniques, ardor could be a good addition to the team. or maybe itâll be a good way to release the stress or whatever mental blocks she has in her mind.â
eunwoo was quiet, watching sunghoon before shaking his head. âyou really grew up too fast.â
âyouâre still only a couple years older than me,â sunghoon replied but when he looked at eunwoo, he doesnât see a scolding or discomfort welling up in his eyes - just unadulterated pride and joy in sunghoonâs growth.
âyeah. i know.â
sunghoon snaps out of his thoughts, parking the bike in front of the entrance into the yacht bridge, flashing his detective badge at the attendant in the front - although heâs pretty sure he doesnât need to, since thereâs only one detective that was always called upon in strange cases like this: him.Â
âshow me the way,â he says, trying his best to offer a charming smile. the attendant just sneers, pressing a button to open the gates into the yacht bridge with an unimpressed look, distrust swimming in his eyes and sunghoon does it best to keep it from affecting him.
today was going to be a long day.
[march 19, 20XX, 6:59 p.m.]
[mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]
sunghoon collapses on the sofa in the living area of mount justice, a defeated look on his face, a wet cloth draped over his face to release the heat that he felt was practically coming off of him in waves after getting off of work just prior to using the zeta tubes to reach mount justice.
âgotham city giving you some trouble?â soojin asks, sliding a plate of cookies over to where the heaping lump of sunghoon was.
ânot really,â sunghoon sighs before taking the wet cloth off of his face. ânever mind. yeah, it seems like one of our cases is a little more complicated than i had anticipated. donât mind me though. are yujin and jake here yet?â
âthey said something about a double date earlier so i doubt that theyâll get back until at least eight.â soojin munches on the cookies, nose crinkling in satisfaction as she analyzes the taste. âwow, y/nâs a good baker. canât believe she didnât share how talented she was before.â
ây/n made these?â sunghoon asks, staring at the cookies apprehensively. theyâre a perfect golden-brown, with chocolate chips added generously to each one. âthey honestly look store bought.â
ânope. i made them from scratch,â says a new voice in the room. y/n looks somewhat shy as she enters the room, carrying two plates of dinner served in each of them. âiâm learning like pyrokinetics are useful for cooking - and easier to use than stoves. i donât really understand them.â
âyou made dinner? with fire power?â sunghoon gawks, his stomach growls betraying him as he takes in the smell of the dinner that y/n had made. his arms reach out instinctively, and y/n hands him the plate gingerly, handing the other plate to soojin.
âi had a lot of help,â she says, hiding her hands behind her back to keep sunghoon from seeing the number of bandages on her hands from her clumsy first trials with using knives. knives = weapons in the dimension she was from, so she didnât exactly have too much practice with them until now.
âdonât be humble. i didnât do anything,â jay says, entering with two more plates of food. âi just showed her how refrigerators and garbage disposals worked.â
âyou didnât have refrigerators?â sunghoon says, turning to y/n, mixing the curry into the rice.
âno. i ate on a day to day basis so i never really needed one,â y/n says with a shrug, but sunghoon can see the sadness in her eyes. he takes a bite of the curry, as if to divert her attention and immediately, his eyes grow wide as he stares down at the plate.
how could curry even taste this good? was it even possible for chickpeas to taste like this? were these even chickpeas?
his eyebrows furrow as he analyzes the curry, trying to figure out exactly what sheâd had added to make it taste so heavenly.
y/n take his silence in the opposite way that he meant it, however, and her face falls as she watches his reaction. âyou donât like it? iâm so sorry, iâm sure that soojin has some leftovers from lunch!â
sunghoon shakes his vigorously as she starts to move out of the room to heat up leftovers. âno! i mean, i love it. i genuinely was just taken aback by how good it is. i had no clue that you could cook like this, y/n.â
she blushes, the prettiest color rising in her cheeks. âitâs just some stuff that iâd picked up whenever i got bored. cookbooks are surprisingly easy to memorize and fun to read.â
âwell whatever you did, you have got to teach me,â soojin says, her face scrunched up in pleasure. âthis is so good, i feel like iâm gonna cry.â
âno kidding,â jay agrees, eyebrows furrowed in what looks like anger at just how good the dinner was.
âyou guys are too sweet,â y/n says with a shy laugh, falling back into her seat when sheâs met vehement protests at her humility, comparing her to some guy (gordon ramsey?) sheâs not quite sure of.
âthis is incredible,â sunghoon says, and his eyes shine when they meet with hers, causing her to avert her own eyes, his gaze heavy on her face.
âoh, i really hope thereâs enough for yujin and jake when they get here. although, i kinda wanna get seconds. or thirds,â soojin says with a sigh of satisfaction.
âyujinâs coming?â y/n asks, perking up at the mention of artemis. âi havenât seen her all day today.â
âyeah, theyâve been busy for the past couple days but jakeâs been complaining that heâs lost his girlfriend to the new girl at mount justice. apparently yujinâs been worried about how youâre holding up, all the way on the other side of the country.â jayâs words cause y/n to descend into another flurry of bashful denial, smiling when she hears that her new friend would be returning to mount justice.
âspeaking of those two, has jake talked to you guys about the proposal plans yet?â sunghoon asks, chewing slowly, as if that would make the foodâs flavor last longer in his mouth. jayâs eyes dart between him, soojin, and y/n as if to ask silently if it was okay to let y/n in on secrets such as these - even if they werenât exactly damning evidence for crucial missions.
we can trust her. iâll explain later but for now, just know that whatever you could say to the team, you can say to her, sunghoon explains through the mindlink.
âoh yeah,â soojin says excitedly, clapping her hands. she turns to y/n with an excited twinkle in her eyes. âjake, yujinâs boyfriend and our resident speedster, is planning on proposing to yujin soon! he recruited our help to help make sure the whole day goes perfectly.â
y/n leans forward, equally enthusiastic as soojin. âreally? thatâs going to be so wonderful; i canât even imagine how that would look like! gosh, iâm so excited.â
âhas he decided on a date yet?â jay asks, the tension from before having evaporated when sunghoon confirmed that y/n was allowed to be privy to such information.
âhe said something about a june date? after they graduate in may, for sure, and on a day when itâs sunny and calm out. he wants that to be the one day that things go according to plan,â sunghoon says with a snort, shaking his head at the antics of his best friend.
âcan you blame him? it seems as though having things go according to plan is a luxury we do not experience very often in our field,â says a new voice, and the four of them turn to see heeseung enter the room with a motorcycle helmet in hand. âyour helmet was about to become a chew toy for wolf, so i figured that iâd bring it to safety.â
y/n checks the entryway, perhaps as if to see if wolf, jayâs wolf friend and resident snuggle buddy, would follow his recently confiscated chew toy but it seemed that wolf had found satisfaction in other toys.
sheâd seen him bite straight through concrete with unbridled enthusiasm the other day, so all she could hope was that his toy for the day wasnât going to be her door. which was bulletproof metal, but she wasnât exactly sure what that wolf was capable of.
âthanks heeseung. wanna grab dinner? y/n made it and itâs absolute heaven,â sunghoon says, pointing at the plate that heâd practically licked clean. heeseung nods, and the two of them head out of the living area to the kitchen to serve themselves.
âhere, let me come with you. i can get dessert started too,â y/n says, standing up. âi got excited after learning how an oven worked - though i kinda ended up, uh, getting creative with my fire because that was faster - so i ended up making brownies too. anyone up for brownie ice cream?â
soojin and jayâs hands shoot up almost unbelievably quickly.
âwow, those speeds would put kid flash to shame,â sunghoon quips and soojin and jay just ignore him, scrambling to their feet as all of them make their way into the kitchen.
âjust wait. you think this dinner and these cookies were good? those brownies put them all to shame,â jay says, pacing back and forth in the kitchen, not looking too unlike his canine companion.
âit seems that you have won the hearts of many, y/n,â heeseung says, a knowing twinkle in his eyes.
y/n just looks at him, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. heeseung was the person that she was the least close to - bar sunghoon, but she was warming up pretty quickly to the âpretty boy detectiveâ as jay called him. heeseung, however, wasnât around mount justice over the past few days that sheâd been there for too long and it seemed like he always knew something that no one else did.
he probably did know, though. there was just some aura around him that made him seem incredibly all-knowing and wise.
âuh, y/n? are the brownies in the oven or in the fridge?â sunghoon asks, and y/n is successfully distracted, rushing over to the fridge to pull out the brownies sheâd made earlier, flitting from the counter and the fridge to assemble the brownie ice cream.
once everyone had been served their portion (jay was a special exception to the only one brownie rule; super strength required special food sizes was his explanation), the five of them headed back to the couch area, soojin excitedly recounting jakeâs proposal plan as well as she could through a mouthful of brownie and ice cream.
âsheâs charged up,â sunghoon comments, leaning over to whisper in y/nâs ear. âsheâs been pretty excited about this whole proposal thing.â
âiâm not sure if iâm right but it seems to be a hint to jay; i think sheâs waiting for him to propose too,â y/n whispers back and sunghoon looks at her with wide eyes.
âreally? does jay know that?â he asks and y/n shrugs, spooning ice cream into her mouth.
âi doubt it. i doubt that even soojin knows that how sheâs coming across to others. or just me, i guess. it must be a âwomanâs intuitionâ type thing,â she explains, nodding along to whatever soojin was saying so as to appease her excitement.
âspeaking of intuition, i have to ask you something, but iâll ask you later, when thereâs no one else here. i donât want you to feel obligated or pressured into giving an answer because of people being around you,â sunghoon says under his breath, just loud enough for y/n to hear. he looks out of the corner of his eye to see her reaction but sheâs surprisingly stoic, nodding just the slightest before jumping back into the conversation.
the little exchange goes unnoticed by jay and soojin but heeseung makes eye contact with sunghoon and tilts his head, almost imperceptive to the untrained eye. sunghoon just blinks and heeseung is appeased. nothing serious. just want to ask her something.
sunghoon was pretty sure that as the most quiet members of the team, heeseung and sunghoon could conduct entire conversations without a single word.
sunghoon had picked that up from eunwoo and heeseung was justâŚheeseung.
the conversation is interrupted when the zeta tubes announce the presence of the missing team members, jake and yujin.
they hear jake and yujin conversing in low tones before joining the group, setting down their duffel bags (team gear) and backpacks (school gear) before taking a seat on the loveseat opposite sunghoon and y/n.
heeseung looks around the room, with all of the loveseats fully occupied before looking down at his armchair, a soft laugh escaping his lips. and so he was in the armchair. alone. while the loveseats were occupied with duos and couples. huh.
âhow is everyone doing today?â yujin asks, breaking the silence that had fallen over the group.
âgood! oh, you guys need to try y/nâs cooking - she made dinner and itâs absolutely heavenly,â soojin says, ushering jake and yujin into the kitchen. jake and jay follow her (the latter most definitely going for another helping) but yujin stops when she reaches where y/n is sitting, extending her hand to clasp y/nâs gently.
âhope youâre adjusting well?â she asks and y/n nods, honey practically dripping from her eyes.
âyeah. jay and soojin have been really welcoming. and sunghoon! and heeseung, of course,â y/n adds the last two names hurriedly, bowing her head at the two men. âeveryone has been really kind.â
âthatâs good to hear,â yujin says with a soft grin before her gaze shifts to sunghoon. âcaptain? i think that weâve got a few things that we need to discuss.â
she looks down at where y/n is still holding her hand and reluctantly lets go. âand i think that y/n should be there too. classification omega.â
sunghoon is taken aback. the events of the yacht bridge and chemical factory were strange, most definitely, but heâd expected something along the lines of arkham asylumâs inmates staging some level of a robbery. something more novel. classification IV, at most.
classification omega? that really only meant sunghoon, yujin, and heeseung could be in attendance. not that they couldnât trust the rest of the team but classification levels were more based on just how much members were willing to give for the team. classification levels were more for the safety of the members, rather than anything else.
so information at that classification level made sunghoon worry but yujinâs expression seems more puzzled than grim so sunghoon just nods, offering y/n an appeasing smile when she looks between the three of them, searching for answers.
âiâll explain when we get a chance to talk,â yujin says, her gaze fixed on y/n and itâs obvious that the words are meant to put y/n at ease, rather than offer any hints to either of them about what she couldâve possibly discovered in gotham. it seems to work when y/nâs shoulder descend from their tensed state just the slightest.
the other three return, with jake holding an extra plate of dinner for yujin as well and the air in the room turns lighthearted once more. both yujin and y/n seem to turn off the serious mindset they were simmering in as if it were a light switch. but sunghoon is unable to take his mind off of yujinâs words.
his questions are answered even without an explanation when he hears y/n scream just twenty-six minutes later.
[march 19, 20XX, 8:26 p.m.]
[belle rĂŞve prison]
âyou heard what?â one of the inmates asks incredulously. icicle sr. shivers, almost as if a chill had run down his spine, and shakes his head, suppressing any sign of fear as he restates what heâd heard that night.
belle rĂŞve prison wasnât exactly known for its hospitality but there were very few conditions when it came to cold weather that startled icicle sr. - but the reason why it felt as though there was a cold air in the room had nothing to do with temperature.
âi heard the canary scream. cry. whatever those justice freaks call it. but when we got to ace chemical factory, there was nothing there. no canary, nothing. not a single feather on the ground,â icicle sr. grinds out, and to the other inmates, it seems as though heâs angry that he had to repeat himself. but to icicle jr., his son and the newest addition to belle rĂŞveâs top gang, he can see that the grit in his teeth is from pure, unadulterated fear.
which made icicle jr. want to piss his fucking pants.
there was very little that scared his father. so if it scared his father, it sure as hell scared him.
âyou heard the cry but you didnât see the bird?â another inmates says with a cocky expression. his words donât carry the pomp he tries to convey them with since his voice trembles a bit too much to take him seriously.
âsheâs not usually in gotham unless thereâs a fight to pick with someone,â another inmate points out. icicle sr. is silent as the prison cafeteria breaks out into a cacophony of different people trying to give their input on what exactly had happened for black canary to appear in gotham all of a sudden.
âdad? youâre kinda quiet,â icicle jr. says and his father side-eyes for a long moment before shaking his head.
âitâs not her. it canât be her.â
âwhy?â
âbecauseâŚit wasnât her voice. not that voice means anything when that goddamn scream is so loud. but itâs just not her. i know that.â
which meant that there was someone else in gotham who could utilize the canary cry.
[march 19, 20XX, 8:26 p.m.]
[mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]
sunghoon and yujin burst into a sprint the moment they can. that is, the moment that y/n stops screaming. sunghoonâs thoughts are all over the place as he tries to recon what had just happened.
the team had dispersed into different locations after dinner. jay and soojin had decided to leave mount justice to catch a late night movie while jake had with them when yujin broke the news that some of their findings were classification omega. heâd sulked at first (mostly about having to part from yujin again) but jay had enticed him into coming with them with promises of buying popcorn at the movie theater - as though they hadnât just had three servings of dinner.
it was just yujin and sunghoon standing in the kitchen while heeseung went to make a call to a friend from atlantis (sunghoon had no clue that atlantis had cellphone reception). the two of them were silent, even though there were many words that had to be shared. it was as though neither of them knew how to share them and they were stuck in a standstill as they waited for y/n to return from the restroom for a quick shower and heeseung from his phone call.
sunghoon had just turned to yujin to ask her what she had found when an ear-piercing scream erupts from where the restroom across y/nâs room was. sunghoon and yujin both stumbled backwards, trying to regain their balance before setting off into a sprint, too many questions in their minds to think straight.
which brought sunghoon to the current moment, where y/n was standing next to her bed, clutching something shiny in her hands, wolf beside her, curled up into a ball of guilt and shame, his ears drooping as he looked up at the grief-stricken y/n.
her lips were still shaped as an âoâ as though she wanted to scream but she couldnât find it within her to do so.
it takes less than three seconds for sunghoon to understand the situation: a) wolf had broken into her room while y/n was showering and had unknowingly destroyed something valuable to her. b) she possessed something valuable to her; something from the other dimension. c) she also had the canary cry - something that sunghoon had never heard of anyone else having besides black canary. d) the glass filled with water on her nightstand had shattered to pieces.
e) y/n faust was in gotham the night of the yacht bridge and ace chemical factory break ins.Â
what the hell were they going to do now?
#jnnul#sunghoon fic#sunghoon scenarios#sunghoon x reader#enhypen fic#enhypen x reader#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#enhypen#park sunghoon#enhypen fluff#sunghoon imagines
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i really like reading your thoughts on "girl"! i was just wondering what you think might happen after paul passes? do you think people will start to examine the relationship between them as something more than just songwriting partners? i mean nothing really changed when yoko said john was bisexual (and some fans still don't believe it!). in my wildest dreams, paul's estate will drop a posthumous tell all book and we'll be left with so many questions lol. Â Â
John himself said he was queer several times - I remember watching an interview with him when he was saying being an artist in a capitalist world requires money and that if he wasn't famous he'd need to have married "a rich old lady or man" to be a songwriter.
He also said he hooked up with Brian in Spain (Yoko confirmed he told the press they did "do it" and she was seemingly applauding his bravery in saying so).
Lennon remarked that he was "afraid of the fag in him" which made him act on his anger and set off his worst most fearsome temper explosions.
Also I think there was a few "tell alls" where past friends reported that he was open about his queerness & confirmed hooking up with Brian in frustration.
May Pang wrote that he told her he considered (lol) an affair with Paul. He spent two years in gay clubs in LA.
Yoko also confirmed he was bi (as far she she knew, maybe later on had he not been murdered he'd have identified as gay or pan).
Elton John said he and Lennon did "naughty" things together and laughed about said things with Sean, his godson. Julian Lennon did an interview where he said he "agreed" that John and Paul were in love during the Get Back film period.
Lennon also contributed a first-person poem the First Gay Liberation book.
Those are just the examples I can think of off the top of my head. He also seems to have had a relationship of some kind with Stu (conjecture) and an obvious-departed-from-platonic dynamic with Paul which is easily, easily an emotionally romantic affair at least (which isn't the half of it).
Anyone who denies his queerness does a great disservice to his memory & the incredible poignancy of his songs in this context during his time period. Artists have been reworking the lyrics and wording of their queer songs to appeal to an unaccepting general audience for commerciality FOREVER and to assume this was not done by Lennon, who is "confirmed" queer (if you needed to hear it from Yoko for it to be true to you) is truly delusion.
I think after Paul has left us people will feel more comfortable analyzing their relationship in a queer sense and I do think at some point it has likely been engineered that something to that effect will be officially announced or endorsed in some regard by their Estates (to generate continued moneymaking lol and interest and enigma). I feel like that's something that could happen, reasonably, after Yoko is gone and her hold on the Lennon narrative is diluted into Sean's POV & the McCartney family has the freedom to speculate or give their personal feelings on the life of their beloved father in retrospect. There's also the chance Paul could say something or leave something to that effect before he leaves us.
I feel like Paul would never say anything otherwise because John never got to endorse any release of their personal history before his tragic and senseless murder in a time period where being gay was still treated with such bigotry and cruelty (the 80s). I feel like Paul's great respect for Jane Asher and their relationship is a testament to this because he has never spoken about their relationship out of respect for her - for the exact reason that she has never spoke publically about it herself.
Paul is a pragmatic and private person and I feel like he knows the majority of the ignorant world isn't ready to hear the biggest band in human history was founded on teenaged homoromantic affection/gay love. But maybe one day, it will be.
This is speculation on my part but Paul also probably doesn't want Yoko to know anything because either she is willfully ignorant or John truly wasn't honest with her and Paul feels it's something she doesn't deserve to know - especially if it's something John kept private & only between he and Paul. It's something he always has that's over and beyond what Yoko and John had & he seems to treasure those specific things no matter what they are. Obviously... Paul still doesn't care for Yoko and he is probably extremely fatigued of the fact that she has been the managing agent & author of John's estate for 40 years (when in the late 70s she and John seemed on unsteady terms as per other parties) and then treated Julian with such disregard. Sean on the other hand seems to have grown to love Paul, but we'll see lol.
I also feel like Paul probably has a few "surprises" for Beatles fans lined up for after he and Ringo are gone - he just seems like that kind of person and wants the Beatles to continue on in great esteem for many many years to come.
thank you for your ask!!
#john lennon#ask#anon#mclennon#may the straights perish and all their false gods fall amen#guess im officially a mclennon-er now with this ask#but also i have been forever#and its my duty to give light to the dead gays of the world#as both a medium and a living gay lol#i salute u all đŤĄđŤĄ
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Undertale's First Hint at Self Denial
Spoilers for Undertale, I guess, but surely if you're reading this you don't need a spoiler warning for this game...
Howdy!
A simple look at my reblogs will indicate that I'm a big fan of Undertale Yellow, at least currently moreso than Undertale itself. But that doesn't mean I don't think about Undertale a good deal too. And while I'm not exactly an extreme lorehead or Chara superfan like some others are (god knows how many blogs there are out there who have THAT covered) I do like to think, sometimes, about the exact nature of Undertale's metanarrative, the themes the game intends for you to take away from it (and the ones that fans have read into it that may not have been intended but which serve as interesting and thought-provoking alternative interpretations), and my own stance on things. Chara/the first fallen human, both who they are (were) and what they represent, makes up a lot of that.
So, context out of the way, I realized something that maybe other people have as well but that I've never actually seen anyone put into words (though it's entirely possible if not probable that I've just missed it before lol).
If Chara, on a metanarrative level, represents you--both through the game's expectation of you to use your own name to "Name the fallen child", but also in a less literal sense your inner desire for completionism, addiction to increasing numbers, disregard for video games as anything more than short-time entertainment to be moved on from, etc--then the image of their final resting place, the patch of golden flowers that grows at the bottom of the fissure outside the Ruins, the very first room in the game, takes on especial meaning with regard to the metanarrative itself.
Undertale's metanarrative choice that it gives you, to either treat the game and its characters as real, deserving of respect, and worth being let go of to allow them continued freedom after completing a true pacifist route, or to lean into what Chara embodies and treat it as "just another RPG game", grinding for levels as would be "normal" in so many other worlds until you reach the Absolute, is a well understood one more than 9 years on from the game's release. None of that is probably news to anyone (or at least anyone who's cared to try and understand the game lol).
But it never quite struck me until now that the former--the choice to treat Undertale as "real"--is symbolized by Chara's grave. In order to do that, to care about and respect Undertale's characters so much that you're willing to forego almost all the concessions of a normal RPG, and ultimately content yourself with refusing to True Reset after the credits roll, you have to bury that part of yourself. You have to kill the desire within you to see what happens if you level up. To get stronger. Those learned traits and tendencies which have been established as the expectation by decades of video games past, even if you didn't grow up playing them yourself, have to be interred in the very first room of the game.
I'll draw no ultimate conclusions as to what that means literally with regards to Toriel and Asriel's attachment to tending the flowers there, and certainly none in relation to the direct characterization of Chara as a character within the story itself, as details are notoriously vague, few in number, and tend to produce interpretations that vary wildly from one another and, from some, have the potential to engender feelings of distaste or assumptions about others' "understanding" of characters (or perceived lack thereof). But the metaphorical significance of Undertale's first room being a burial site was something I hadn't quite considered on a conscious level until recently, and I feel like it might at least be an interesting thought to share.
'Til next time...
#this realization was prompted by J-Bug's absolutely fantastic animation of the letter from Undertale's 9th Anniversary newsletter#please go watch it!!!#https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OoBOGrqQQns#undertale#utdr#undertale analysis#chara#chara undertale#undertale chara#ut chara
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Progress on my Recreyo AU - Recreyo Myths
Okay, so it feels like I haven't updated in a while, but I have. And I want to make an update post or two! I will have a list of what I will talk about here.
Something with the title
The reason why Im not writing another fic
Story Progress
Okay, so first lets talk about the-
1. Title
If you have noticed from my past works on ao3(Just one), you will have seen the title as 'Recreyo Mythology'. I have changed it to just Myths because even though it sounds cool, Mythology means to STUDY myths. I really feel like a said 'woopsie daisy' on that one. So... expect it to be renamed when I post my next fic.
Actually, when am I making my next fic?
Well... not soon. Yep. You want to know why?
Its because we'll be going on number 2 now. Which is-
2. Osha-Rkry Progress
WOO! Yep, Im taking this language stuff seriously. I have long finished the phonology(sounds) of the language, so here are the things I have written in my grammar document at the moment:
Articles
Grammatical Gender
Grammatical Cases
Time Tenses
Numbers
Let's now see the progress.
The ones that are completed are Articles, Grammatical Gender and Cases. Yes, that's not a lot, but I am not including the more basic things about the language which are completed.
For now, I can give a sneak peek of what I have. I dont really know why, but I just dont want to show off everything.
First to show: Grammatical Gender + Pronouns
This is the whole thing, actually. I just dont think people would be able to really read this all at a first glance/dont take their time into it.
I actually do have a list on how some of the characters would refer to themselves.
Ai and Ao / Sasha /sÉ.ĘÉ/ - "Nrdw Ghrknyhry" (LIT: Like 1(S.God))
Chilly - "Nrdw Rknyhry" (LIT: Like 1(J.God))
Curt - "Kazhodo nrdw" (LIT: It like (1(?)))
Please remember the context of the structure being Object Verb Subject. 1 in this context refers to a first person pronoun, for example I and Me.
Second to show: Articles
The words are whited out on purpose.
Third to show: Time Tenses System
I think this can also be considered as 'Immortal Time / Mortal Time' too...
Well, thats all I want to show of Osha-Rkry right now! Hopefully you'll see more soon. Now, onto the next!
3. Story Progress
I think this is what most you all are for. Actually, with some help of @turkeyinnovember (Maybe a bit more with a reblog lol) I have done...
The backstories/backgrounds of EVERYONE! Along with a basic story concept.
You can expect 2/3 seperate stories/perspectives in this au. I will be listing the concepts of these plotlines, not the title.
Main Story 1: A girl gets spirited away to a new path in life, which changes her world a lot. The Gods she knows are not what is in front of her. Is she just forced to live a life in a different world? Is it even a different world?
Main Story 2: Did she find him? Or did he find her? No matter, because the Goddess of Knowledge has found a issue she had never faced before: She doesn't know a smidge about him.
Side Story 1: 'To meet a God is a Glory,' they said. One way or another, he finds himself in that exact situation. Is this what he wanted?
Also, the designs are REALLY unfinished. I only have Chillys concept going along, but I appear to be stuck.
Hint: I need ideas for tattoos. Please help me, anyone.
Well, I think thats it! I hope you all will like the AU Im preparing. This is Krow, saying goodbye! Have a wonderful time, folks!
Kra Rkry, its past 10 pm...
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Yuuri Katsuki has Bullied Kid energy.
Yuuri : Don't you dare see me as weak or perceive my vulnerability. Please comfort me and reassure me. I'll be constantly afraid of your reaction if I inconvenience you. Nothing scares me more than the people I trust lying to me. I'm more competent and at home in the face of people's scorn than in the face of their genuine love for me. The idea that anyone could see me as desirable is baffling. The world sees me as little more than dirt and I don't disagree with them. I am going to make them eat their teeth with their words or so help me I will set myself on fire trying. Just watch, I am the most beautiful woman in town and you will rue the day you underestimated me. How you like me now?
Victor, thinking he'd been dumped by the first person who'd made him happy in a very long time : I see this, I respect this, I am going to use the hell out of this. Hey. Hey fatty. Watch me pry the thing you love and use to cope with your feelings right out of your fingers until you lose weight. kinda reminiscent of what you did to me :) kinda sorta you know just a lil bit. You don't know what eros is? Okay, now you're just making fun of me.
Victor, after Yuuri had his katsudon eros realization : ...JFC he actually literally doesn't know. I. Uh. ...Huh. Well. Uhm. Okay. Maybe that means he doesn't get OTHER things too. He. He genuinely doesn't know what he did to me. He probably didn't even do it deliberately. Okay. Okay? Okay. I can work with this. THINK OF THE JUICY SUCCULENT PORK, BABE. ...I can't fkn believe this.
Victor, several episodes later when Yuuri reveals he literally doesn't remember the banquet: ...Well shit. The past year of my life has been a lie and I might be an asshole. Hm.
I've read some fics where after Yuuri's ED gets triggered and he crashes hard Victor looks back at all those early comments and goes 'I didn't mean it that way babe you're hot when you're fat and you weren't even that fat it was just that it could be unsafe for your joints to skate in that condition' and sure okay I get wanting to minimize the blow and Yuuri is adorable AF when he's heavier and i still enjoy those fics for the most part but
I disagree with that fully and completely cus nah, Victor's a petty lil bitch who can be cold and ruthless and isn't afraid to hurt people. Is he also warm and kind and loving and doing his best? Yes. He contains multitudes. But he was absolutely aiming to hurt, because he was hurt.
Yuuri, meanwhile, who's been bullied for a great majority of his childhood but has complete faith in Victor and unwavering confidence in his honesty - especially when that honesty fits his world view - that he has an entire Victor shaped blind spot : Eh? Pfft. He wasn't bullying me, what are you talking about? He was literally telling the truth. :/ I mean really, he was taking care of me.
Victor, falling to the ground and clutching his stomach with a groan because ooouuugghhh guilt-nausea : Y-....Yuuri.....
Yuuri : I mean Yurio can be a bully but that's just how he shows he cares so :3 Nah haha, I've had waaaay worse, trust me, lol
Yurio : ....I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative, one that I have never asked to be a part of?
Victor, convulsing :
I think Yuuri can absolutely pick up on when Victor is being dishonest with him and poking his sharp little fingers into the sore spots, but more on an intuitive level that he doesn't know how to make sense of logically, so he just accepts it and moves on largely without comment a;dlkf he'll probably figure it out like fifteen years down the road when he's older and wiser and one day he squints at his husband and goes "...huh, okay" and then never does anything about it anyway because he loves Victor and forgives him and also Victor's hot when he's being mean so
#tw ed implied#tw bullying#tagging my yoi fics when i publish them is gonna be such a bitch#yuri on ice
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