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#my art#rottmnt leo#this was made super fast so I missed some details and itâs messy but itâs ok#my friend suggested I make some angst over this song so here#leo angst#tw blo0d#my doodles#rottmnt#future leo#future leonardo#peepaw leo#rottmnt krang#my stuff#mitski real!
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â.Ë áĄŁđ© â â when you aren't dating but aren't just friends either (hyung line)
âș đč . genre: fluff, a little bit of angst and suggestive themes!!
âș đč . warnings: some are talking about sex, alcohol and being intoxicated (not the boys). i think that's all idk. anyways!! if you're under 16 pls don't read this.
âș đč . a/n: 2022 deni kinda ate with these ngl, so of course i had to rewrite it <3 these used to be my favorite hcs i ever wrote, so i truly hope you enjoy <3. happy channie day!! maknae line here!
đৠchan đà§
With Christopher here, things are complicated because he avoids labeling what you guys have like the plague. His work always comes first so that makes him shy away from commitment.
That doesnât mean he doesnât care about you. He does, a lot, and that kind of scares him, especially when he randomly starts feeling possessive over you when he knows he has no right to.
No matter how much he tries to deny it, the feelings are there and heâs always reminded of them when he catches himself treating you so much different from the other girls in his life.
You were humming in your seat, head bopping from side to side to the rhythm of the tunes on the radio. A happy bubblegum pop song, one that didnât fail to lift your already high spirits and put you into the right mood for the long trip ahead.
âYou look happy.â
Your head snaps in his direction, a big smile stretching across your face as his melodious laugh fills your ears. Chan wasnât looking at you, giving all of his attention to the road as he drove behind Minhoâs car yet his words made you giddier, just happy to be here in his presence.
âI am!â You nod, still swaying in your seat. âThank you for taking me along, I havenât been to the beach in ages.â
Chan hums with a smile before reaching down and gently grabbing your hand, eyes still focused on the road as he raises it to his to plant multiple, gentle kisses on your skin.
âOf course, baby.â He says, giving a final kiss to your knuckles before resting your hands next to the gear stick. âI wouldnât even have gone on this trip without you.â
The sweet gesture along with his words made your heart skip several beats, fooling your mind into believing he actually felt the same, the scene making you resemble an actual couple. Everybody was convinced you were already dating, since affection and those small touches came so naturally in your relationship, with no awkwardness or second guessing. You and Chan have fallen into this domestic routine where you do almost everything together despite not even being together. Yet, you loved being this close to him, glued at the hip and so enamored with one another but sometimes, you wished things were clearer, to actually know what you were and werenât. How he viewed and felt about this relationship of yours.
âSomething on your mind?â
Blinking your worries away, your heart swelled in your chest when you felt him squeeze your hand lightly, a sign of the silent support and care he never shied away from providing.
Shaking your head, the smile on your face returns, albeit a bit forced. âI was just thinking about how much you must enjoy my company, thatâs all.â
That got a laugh out of him, grinning from ear to ear as he continued to drive with one hand, honey orbs briefly meeting yours in the rearview mirror.
âIs that so? You really think that, huh?â
You nod, intertwining your fingers while keeping your eyes straight ahead, softly caressing his hand. âOf course. What kind of person would miss going on a long-awaited trip with his best friends just for lilâ old me?â
Then, you turn to face him, mustering enough courage to appear confident and charming with your next words.
âYou must really like me, huh, Christopher?â
His hold on you tightened, almost as if he was afraid you were going to disappear if he let go. You saw him nod his head and when the car came to a stop at a red light soon after, he finally took his eyes off the road to face you fully. His gaze was soft as he watched you like you held the sun in your bare hands and for the first time, Chan hesitated for a brief moment before he leaned over the console to press his lips against yours.
The kiss was so unexpected that you gasped at the contact, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips and deepen your dance, change it all together, except he didnât. He didnât take things further, hand still holding yours as your lips did all the talking, moving against you in such a soft and tender way it almost brought you to tears, never experiencing such meaningful intimacy with him before.
When he pulled away, his eyes were still serious but slightly blown by your previous actions. In any other circumstances, youâd say it was lust but right now it felt like something more, an emotion that only grew and blossomed the more time you spent together. Something appropriate for your deep connection, beyond carnal desires and sighs of ecstasy. Â
âI really, really do like you, Y/n. Please never forget that.â
đৠminho đà§
The jealousy is strong with this one. I mean, thatâs to be expected when your relationship status is so vague and ambiguous that you guys never talk about it.
However, heâs the softest when heâs with you. Itâs like all of his worries and anxieties disappear when youâre by his side.
Secretly a romantic.
âWho is she?â
Minho looks up from his place on the floor at the sound of your voice, one eyebrow rising as a sign for you to go on while he continues to stretch. When you donât, he lets a small sigh escape him before taking matters into his own hands.
âElaborate.â
âWho is she?â you try again, arms crossed over your chest while a frown forms across your features. âThe girl that was just here. The one you were happily laughing along with.â
Oh, that girl. Minho tries to hide his smirk once he hears what you have to say, being able to sense your jealousy without even having to spare you another glance. Truth be told, he knew exactly who you were talking about from the moment you opened your mouth yet, the part of him that wanted to see you get all worked up took over and made him play dumb.
Quickly composing himself before you notice, he shrugs. âJust some girl.â
He could feel you getting annoyed by now, his nonchalance and dismissal almost making your blood boil. âLee Minho â â
âWhy do you care?â
His voice is lower, usual doe and gentle stare narrowing slightly as he looks you dead in the eyes. Abandoning his stretching, Minho then stands up and takes a stance similar to yours, towering over you. He was so close, you could feel his hot breath on your face, his scent and him as a whole not only invading all of your senses but also your personal space. Not that you minded, you never did or ever will.
Not backing down, you took a step forward as well, closing in on him while maintaining eye contact. Eye contact always made Minho weak in the knees so you never wasted any opportunity of making him a little hot under the collar. Just as expected, Minhoâs body reacts almost immediately, big hands settling on your hips before pulling you flush against him. The intimacy and gentleness of the action have your initial anger vanishing, the only thing on your mind now being him and him alone.
Deciding to play along, your arms naturally gravitate around his shoulders. âAm I not allowed to care about the type of people you surround yourself with, darling?â You smile yet he sees right through you, your words filled with sarcasm and something else Minho canât quite put his finger on. Despite your affection, this was still bothering you.
But Minho doesnât comment on it. âLike I said, she isnât anyone important. You shouldnât worry your pretty little head about her.â He breaths out, wet lips hovering over yours as he speaks. And before you know it, heâs kissing you, lips coming together in a passionate kiss only Minho himself can provide.
But even as you stand there, pinned to the cold mirror while he gently nips and sucks at your neck, you canât help but worry about it all. You werenât his girlfriend so you were fully aware that you had no right to question him about who he was or wasnât hanging out with. But the fact that he wasnât willing to tell you, to reassure you like he always did made your heart ache in your chest most painfully.
đৠchangbin đà§
Thinks heâs being oh so subtle about what you two have going on. Newsflash, all of the boys already know thereâs more than meets the eye between you.
Very protective but not in an overbearing way.
Actually really likes you but isnât sure if you feel the same so he doesnât act on those feelings.
Changbin was watching you from afar, a smile playing on his lips at the sight of you animatedly talking to some classmates. You havenât noticed him yet and his heart was almost jumping out of his chest waiting for you to do so, trying to play it cool as he leaned against his car with his arms crossed. He mightâve looked calm and composed on the outside but on the inside, he was freaking out.
You two havenât seen each other in a bit because of his busy schedule and now that heâs got some free time, one of the first things on his bucket list was to surprise you by dropping by to your school. Changbin had a whole afternoon planned out just for the two of you, one that involved all of your favorite activities and food. A part of him was really confused by his own behavior, especially since you never had âthe talkâ regarding your relationship but he just couldnât help it. The urge to spoil and shower you with gifts and his undivided attention was stronger than his doubts were, as usual.
He never realized he was a romantic until he met you, and fell head over heels for your charming personality.
Breaking away from your group of friends, your eyes finally met his and immediately widened at the sight of him, just like his smile does. Your face lit up like a Christmas tree and next thing Changbin knew, you broke into a sprint in his direction, your obvious excitement making the man laugh loudly in delight. You looked so adorable running to him like that, he couldnât wait to get you in his arms and never let go.
You were almost there when suddenly some dude decided to stop you right in your tracks, blocking your path to get your undivided attention. You were visibly taken aback as you came to an abrupt stop, your face falling as the person started talking. This made Changbinâs mood do a whole 180, wasting no time in starting to make his way over, keen on giving this dude a piece of his mind. Your smile returned as he approached, looking at him over the manâs shoulder as everything he was saying was completely lost on you, Changbinâs magnetic field pulling you in without fail.
âSorry, uhhâŠâ You paused, trying to recall his name before shaking your head. âMy boyfriend is here so I really have to go.â
At the mention of the word âboyfriendâ, the guy turned around to face Changbin so fast, it had him wondering how he didnât get whiplash. Looking at him, Binnie glared as he tried to look as intimating as possible while the butterflies in his stomach were currently causing a riot over you calling him âyour boyfriendâ. Which wasnât a hard task since he already looked as intimating as they come because of his well-built body, his mere presence causing the other man to hunch slightly.
âOkay, I-I will call you later then, Y/n.â
Changbin raised a single eyebrow, crossing his arms once again. âMe, Y/n's boyfriend, wouldnât like that, so donât you even dare.â He glared menacingly, almost like daring the guy to protest in some way. âNow, scram.â
Thatâs all the warnings the guy needed to flee, leaving without as much of a goodbye while Changbin followed him with his eyes until he was out of sight. Your sweet giggles reached his ears, melting those sharp edges before he felt you throw yourself into his arms, your own going around his neck to pull him even closer. And just like that, the butterflies were back and making him feel like a high schooler around his first ever crush. He returned the hug in an instant, strong arms wrapping around your waist before picking you up and spinning you around, the sound of your delight getting rid of all of his annoyance and stress, the best cure ever invented.
âHello, boyfriend.â You placed several pecks on his lips when the world stopped spinning, lightly kicking your feet that were still off the ground. âI missed you.â
He wasnât your boyfriend yet, but after today, maybe he could finally be.Â
đৠhyunjin đà§
The one thatâs truly wrapped around your finger even if he would never admit it out loud. Heâs bewitched, mesmerized by every little thing you do and say, his eyes full of adoration as he follows your every movement, almost like a puppy.
Randomly goes: âyou can sit hereâ and here ends up being between his legs in a room full of 7 other men.
Can never take his eyes off of you.
Everyoneâs laughter was bouncing off the walls as another dare was swung around, one that had someone pull out their phone and booty call a random number while trying but failing miserably to sound sober. Speaking off, everything seemed to be funny for your intoxicated friends at this hour. From knocking over each otherâs drinks to randomly kissing, they were having the time of their lives and that brought the biggest smile to your lips.
âHyunjin.â One of your girlfriends began, getting both yours and the man that was currently sitting behind you on the floorâs attention. She had a mischievous glint in her glassy eyes, one that had you a bit worried.
âWhatâs your type?â she finally asked before taking another sip of her drink, smirk growing bigger by the second as she fluttered her eyelashes innocently, twirling a piece of her hair around a manicured finger. âLike Iâm sure you donât just fuck randos, they all have to fit some type of criteria, donât they?â
âWhat gets Hwang Hyunjin hard?â Another one chimed in, scooting closer in interest.
And there it was. You couldnât help but roll your eyes as all the girls started giggling, clearly very amused and intrigued by the whole situation. Granted they were drunk but since you werenât, it was a bit harder to hide your annoyance. You and Hyunjin werenât a couple, heck you didnât even know what you were but he was latched onto you from behind while you sat in between his legs, strong arms hugging you to his chest. Did they have to ask something like this while you were right here?
Soon, almost all of your friends seemed to be interested in his answer, especially since Hyunjin was known for his notorious reputation with both girls and boys around campus. You finally felt him react when Changbin, who was an even louder drunk, pointed out the look on your face and got everyone staring at you two. His arms tightened slightly around you, pulling your body even closer like he was trying to merge souls while his head came to rest on your shoulder in such a way that prevented the others from seeing his lips moving.
âWhat do you think, baby?â He whispered, hot breath making goosebumps appear all over your skin and awakening something in you. All his attention was on you now, ignoring everything and everyone around him like he wasnât just asked a question. As expected, their interest wasnât piqued for long since Hyunjin didnât react nor answer, talking among themselves once again, with some hollering and wolf whistling when they noticed him gently moving your hair out of the way to start planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on the side of your throat.
Your breath picked up at that, one of your hands moving to rest over his and intertwining your fingers while his free one sneaked under your shirt to caress the bare skin.
With one last kiss on the back of your neck, Hyunjin spoke again, his next words making your head spin and almost whimper. âShould I start telling them about how sweet your voice sounds while moaning my name? To list all of those things you do that drive me insane daily or should I just let this be our little secret?â
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đđđâđ đđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđ | J.JK
â part 1
â pairing | fem!oc x dealer!jjk
â summary | after a petty argument jungkook spots you showing out at a party with the hosts arm around your waist
â warning | bad writing (iâm doing my best)
unprotected sex, toxic fwb, lots cursing, jealousy, angst, ratchet behavior, dirty talk, angry sex, belittling, drinking, smokingđ, womanizer behavior, breeding kink, both đ©đ© , daddy kink, degrading, slapping (face), false accusations, double standards
â word count | 6.2k words
â song suggestion | love you like me â william singe
He was blocked once again.
He didnât even know for what this time.
Well, he had a good idea.
Running his mouth again. They always argued and he was always blocked and unblocked.
This time he think he actually irritated you.
âGoddamnit Y/n.â He cursed. He pissed you off once again but now his number and his Instagram was both blocked by you.
For some reason this time irked him more than the others.
âYouâre still stressing over that girl?â Jimin plopped on the couch next to him.
âI canât believe you still fuckin on her.â Taehyung walked in, taking a seat on the couch too.
âThatâs my girl yaâll know that.â Jungkook bit his lip, staring at his blank phone screen.
âYou need to get like how you used to. 3 or more at a time. Always.â Jimin spoke, âYou used to be like that. You used to make fun of guys like you. Now youâre giving out free shit to some girl.â
âI mean he does get pussy from it but like, only her bro?â Taehyung looked at Jungkook. âYou used to have all these girls on you. Stephanie, Nari, Seunghee, Belle, Maya⊠What happened to you man?â
Jungkook thought about what they said. âShits just different now.â
âOh my gosh sheâs ruined you.â Jimin groaned. âNah man. Weâre going to a Jackson party.â
âHeâs having a party?â Jungkook looked up from his phone. âWhy havenât I heard anything about it?â
âBecause youâre too busy stressinâ about some bitch.â Jimin shook his head.
Before Jungkook could correct him, Jimin corrected himself. âSome girl. Before you start.â
âAnyway, itâs tonight.â Taehyung spoke.
âSo bring whatever cash you got and weâre definitely gonna send you home with a girl or two.â Jimin swung his arm around his shoulder.
âOh shit I think sheâs posting about you Jeon!â Taehyung was on her phone, immediately making Jungkookâs head snap over.
âReally?!â
âNo man.â He laughed. âWe really gotta get you more girls. You need more pussy than just her.â
âYeah, no more Y/n.â Jimin shook his head.
âWhatever.â
àŒâ
âIâm so jealous.â Seungyeon swooned over the text messages on your phone.
âI donât see why. This looks annoying as hell.â Elkie rolled her eyes.
Jungkookđ
Wyd
Lemme come over
I got shit for you and your friends
Omg fucking answer
Youâre mad annoying
I ainât even mean what I said fr just reply đ
âI think itâs cute. And hilarious.â Seungyeon chuckled. âWhat made you block him this time?â
âHe was bragging about how many girls he sells to. How theyâre all pretty and thick as hell. So I just said âcoolâ and blocked him.â You shrugged.
You and your friends had been getting ready for hours for a Jackson Wang party they had personally been invited to.
âYou better not hope he doesnât pull up tonight.â Elkie spoke.
âYeah Y/n. Taehyungâs going and Iâm sure theyâll try to convince him.â Seungyeon told her.
âHeâs probably too busy getting high in his room.â Elkie replied. âOr selling in the east side.â
âWouldnât doubt it.â You shook your head. âI kinda do wish he would be there though.â
âIs his dick really that good?â Elkie asked you as she was baking her makeup.
âUnfortunately it is. Like, real good.â You started to get flashbacks.
âHere she goes.â Seungyeon rolled her eyes.
âHe fucks me sooo good yall donât get it.â You began. âEven though heâs annoying and shit Iâve never had dick like his. Once we started recording our shit I canât stop rewatching.â
âYou arenât worried heâll show people?â Elkie asked.
âTheyâre all on my phone. He only has a few. Even if he does show his homeboys itâs whatever. Heâs damn near louder than me anyway.â You told her.
Your phone went off, making you look over at it to see the notification.
kplugđ has added you on Snapchat
âOh my gosh.â You said out loud, immediately making the girls look over.
âHe fucking added you on Snapchat!â Elkie laughed out loud, âHeâs crazyâ
âAnd on his plug account?â Seungyeonâs eyes widened. âHeâs obsessed.âą
âWhat can I say? This pussy makes him insane.â You jokingly boasted.
âDid you add him back?â Seungyeon asked.
âNah not yet. Iâll wait until Iâm almost done getting ready.â You tossed your phone on your bed.
âYeah thatâll be better.â Elkie nodded.
âUgh I need to hurry anyway. Iâm tryna look good tonight.â You groaned, looking at your barely half done makeup.
No matter what it was, you loved to look good. You were a confident woman who took pride in her appearance.
Tonight mattered. You hadnât took good pictures in quite some time and Jacksonâs party was the best place to take them at.
You had just changed up your hair last night. You had a brown base with blonde highlights. And for tonight you decided to add gold and bronze tinsel to elevate your look.
Your friends always had the same energy, wanting to look as good as they could even if it was a simple occasion.
Seungyeon and Elkie definitely showed out with you tonight.
You all had skimpier outfits on tonight. You were a low cut brown latex top with a matching black mini skirt.
Your heels were black and the strings wrapped up around your mid calf. You sprayed your expensive perfume all over, making sure you smelt as good as you looked.
Your makeup was finally done for the night and it couldnât have looked better. You looked incredible.
The girls had taken some pre party pics in your room, posting on all social media.
âOh Y/n! Add him back.â Seungyeon told you.
You nodded, adding Jungkook back on Snapchat.
âHeâs gonna see all our videos at the party. Heâs gonna regret saying all that shit to you.â Elkie laughed. âGonna see so many dudes all up on you and start punching walls and shit.â
âHe probably already is and we havenât even left the house yet.â Seungyeon laughed with her. âThe pictures we posted right now are enough to make him tear his hair out.â
âDamn right.â You giggled. âYall got everything? Iâm about to order the Uber.â
Both girls nodded, making sure they had everything they needed.
kplugđ just sent you a snap
You looked at the notification, âHm.â You hummed to yourself, not opening his snap quite yet.
Once the uber pulled up all of the girls climbed in, taking more pictures in the backseat on the drive there.
You lived in a nice area, but nothing compared to Jacksonâs place.
The location was one of his many homes,
âJackson lives so far from us.â Elkie looked at the map on her phone.
âYeah but his area is so nice. Itâs worth it.â Seungyeon added. âI wonder how many people are gonna be there.â
âGirl you know itâs gonna be so packed we gonna have to get dropped off damn near a mile away.â You laughed.
âYou better hope Jungkook doesnât show up.â Elkie looked over at you, who was just opening his snap.
The snap was him a car, sitting in a car full of tackily dressed women right corner of him. One of the girls was taking the picture for him.
âI shouldâve just shut up.â Elkie covered her mouth. âTheyâre definitely going.â
âHeâs petty as hell!â Seungyeon looked over at your screen. âWhat does he expect you to say to that?â
âProbably nothing.â Y/n turned off the phone. âHe wants to be like that he can go right ahead.â
âYouâre so cool about it.â Seungyeon looked at her in amazement. âI wouldâve went batshit crazy.â
âIâm not trippin because Iâm not holding back at this party.â She laughed.
àŒâ
âWhy would you guys do me like this?â
âYouâre so dramatic.â Jimin rolled his eyes. âWe found you a car full of girls to take to the party and youâre complaining.â
âDidnât ask for it. Yâall make me look like a charity case. I couldâve gotten plenty at Jacksonâs.â
âWhatever.â Taehyung rolled his eyes. âYou know how much play sheâs gonna get there? And youâre gonna have to watch it alllll.â
âYeah man. Youâre gonna have to watch all sorts of dudes kissing up on her and shit. Youâre gonna look like a bitch.â Jimin added.
âExactly. So let us help you bro.â Taehyung smiled. âCome on itâll be worth it. Plus, you look great man. Sheâll be unblocking you in no time.â
Jungkook and the boys got in the car full of women, instantly leeching onto them.
âHello ladiesâ Jimin greeted, buckling up.
âHiii Jiminnnâ They replied in union, almost fighting to talk to him.
One of them turned to Jungkook, immediately biting her lip. âHey Kookie.â
âHey Oliver.â He exhaled.
âItâs Oliviaâ She laughed. âYouâre likeâ so funny!â Her annoying voice rang in his ears.
âOhâ my bad.â
The girls had tried talking Jungkook the entire ride there, trying to get him to open up and talk to them.
âOuuu look at his phone.â One of the girls motioned.
âOmg look!â One was quick to snatch his phone, âHe added Y/n on Snapchat, letâs send her something!â
âYou guys should!â Taehyung added.
âNo one needs to do that!â Jungkook tried to take it back but they already snapped pictures and sent them to Y/n on his phone.
Olivia passed the phone to Taehyung who kept repeating âgive it to meâ
âTaehyung what the hell!â
âItâs for your own good!â Taehyung held onto his phone for the rest of the ride there.
àŒâ
âYep. Iâm definitely gonna get sloppy drunk.â Seungyeon announced as they walked inside Jacksonâs party.
âThereâs no way you wonât. This shits fucking cool.â Elkie looked around the home.
âšPeople everywhere and the music was booming in all corners. Girls dancing damn near naked on tables and guys dancing around with empty shot glasses.
âOh my gosh theyâre here!â One of the guys accidentally said a bit too loud, making some heads turn towards the girls.
âSeungyeon come dance with us!â
âY/n come on we already have shots for you!â
âElkie come get on the table with us!â
Multiple people were trying to holler at them in attempt to get their attention.
âYeah itâll be hard to stay sober tonight.â Elkie laughed.
âUh huh. And when Taehyung gets here Iâm dipping.â Seungyeon giggled.
âYouâre still fucking with him?!â Both girls snapped their heads.
âYâall donât get it! He is soooo fine whenever he talks to me I just wanna do whatever the hell he wants.â Seungyeon swooned.
âShe canât be serious.â Elkie looked at you. âSo let me get this straight. Youâre fucking on Taehyung and youâre fucking on Jungkook. Should I just dance with Jimin tonight? Since weâre the three musketeers all of a sudden.â
âOkay Jungkook was an accident!â You defended. âYou wanted weed didnât you!â
âCut the crap! It was one timeâ Elkie shook her head. âI canât believe you two.â
âWhatever.â Seungyeon rolled her eyes. âYou should go with me when I go talk to Taehyung. Omg! We can all hang out tonight!â
âUh, did you forget weâre not on the best terms?â You interrupted her fantasy.
âYou never are. Get over it.â Seungyeon rolled her eyes. âElkie pleaseeee.â
âI canât believe you.â Elkie kept shaking her head. âYou guys are sick.â
âWhoâs sick?â A voice interrupted them. âI donât need any illness spreading around at my party.â
âOmg Jackson!â Seungyeon gasped.
âHey ladies. Hey Y/n.â He gave you a side hug. âI knew you guys would come showing out.â
âAlways. You know us.â Elkie giggled.
Jackson knew the girls very well. Theyâve been around since his early party days, helping him promote and build up his status for the parties.
You always went above and beyond for him, offering to even financially support the parties during the time.
Now Jackson was so rich his party budget skyrocketed. All because of those girls he was able to be where he was now. He was more than grateful.
âI know. I shouldnât have expected any less.â He chuckled, âIâll tell the security upstairs about yall so donât sweat anything okay?â
âYou got new security?â You questioned him.
âFuck yeah I did. Last party the security was too drunk to even do their fucking job. I was pissed.â Jackson shook his head.
âEverythingâs all good now though,â He continued. âGotta nice new set up and itâll do yâall real good. I promise you wonât be disappointed. You ladies have fun, okay?â
âThank you Jackson.â The three girls bid their goodbyes. They didnât expect to speak to him for long, especially since he was running a huge party.
âLetâs hang out down here for a bit and then make our way up yeah?â You suggested, earning a nod from the girls.
âUnless itâs too hard for Seungyeon to keep herself away from Taehyungieâ Elkie teased her.
âOh my gosh I hate you.â Seungyeon groaned.
âSpeaking of Taehyungie,â You eyes behind her. âHere comes the man of the hour now.â
âWith a shit ton of girls at that.â
Seungyeon snapped her head his way. âOh my gosh.â
âDonât look!â Elkie turned her attention. âAct unbothered. You canât let him know you care. Like Y/n when Jungkook calls!â
âYeahâ Okay whatever.â You rolled your eyes. âBut sheâs right. Heâs with hella girls. Heâs not thinking about you right now. You canât act like youâre waiting for him.â
âLook at you miss love expert.â Elkie teased you. âLetâs get you drinking Seungyeon.â
âYes! Letâs drink! Finally.â You clapped your hands.
The girls walked off to the bar, plenty of people wanting to take shots with them.
The girls played a few drinking games and partied on tables just like the girls before you.
It would be a lie to say Jungkookâs eyes werenât locked on you.
It was just him, Taehyung, and Jungkook in their own little section, a few guys coming up to talk to them here and there.
âOh my gosh I hate you guys.â Jimin groaned. âTaehyung you canât do this to me too.â
âSheâs so bad Jimin. Iâm almost as bad as Jeon.â Taehyung stared down Seungyeon.
âI thought you wanted to drown yourself in pussy! You were hyping me and Jungkook up earlier!â
âIâm a big fat liar okay!â Taehyung folded.
Seungyeon and you were both dancing on tables, lost in your own little world with drinks in your hands.
Jungkook hadnât said anything in a minute. Simply staring.
Damn did you show out.
He watched as many guys threw themselves at you, begging you to come down so they could have a piece.
What could he expect? You were a beautiful woman blessed with a body others would pay millions for. You could actually dance and you had looks that could kill.
You were a heavily desirable woman. Especially at a party like this where everyone knew of you.
He knew you werenât gonna go home with any of these guys. None of them stood a chance.
He didnât understand how he had one if he was honest.
The way you two startedâ having intercourse was wild and random. Just a random string of flirty led to you giving it up for him.
Goddamnit he missed you. It was a petty argument like usual. Him getting blocked just to get unblocked in the morning.
This time bothered him more than the others. Especially seeing you like this.
âShoutout to these lovely ladies right here!â Jackson suddenly announced, all three girls surrounding him.
âMy day ones right hereâ He said proudly.
Jackson wrapped his arm around your waist, pecking your cheek.
Interesting.
Jungkook hadnât realized you two had become so close.
Was he the reason Jungkook wasnât unblocked yet?
âEspecially Ms. Y/n here. Shit would not be possible without her.â He spoke, making everyone cheer. âEveryone treat them well tonight alright?â
Elkie and Seungyeon cheered before Jackson walked off, finishing his announcement.
Why would it not be possible without you?
None of it made sense to Jungkook.
He downed a shot, hissing at the aftermath. It made Jimin look over.
âSomeoneâs mad.â
âShut up.â Jungkook huffed. âI have no reason to be.â
The girls were laughing together and drinking a bit more.
Seungyeon kept stealing glances at Taehyung.
âOh my gosh. Sheâs going insane.â Elkie pointed out Seungyeonâs constant tabs on Taehyung.
âAlright weâre going upstairs.â You motioned both girls to follow you to the next story.
âJimin we have to follow them.â Taehyung watched as they left to go upstairs.
The man rolled his eyes.
Jungkook looked over, seeing Jackson look over that way too.
âYeah.â Jungkook opened up his mouth. âLetâs go.â
The boys shortly followed them, heading upstairs.
This level was just as intense as the first floor. The only difference was that these people smoked a bit more than they drank.
âSo many bad bitches in here.â Jimin looked around. âNice move Tae.â
âMan who cares? Where the hell is she?â Taehyung looked over.
âGoddamnit.â Jimin cursed, forced to walk over to your friend group with Taehyung.
Jungkook wasnât too thrilled either. Especially because he didnât know how you were going to be like.
âHey Seungyeon.â Taehyung approached her, making her instantly turn her head.
Poor girl had been waiting for that man to talk to her all night.
âOh. Hey.â She kept it short, just like you and Elkie told her to.
âLet me get you and your girl friends some more drinks yeah?â He offered, making it harder to fight and say no.
âPlease.â She caved in, making everyone follow them to the bar.
âFucking great.â Jimin mumbled.
âšIt was awkward as hell. Two odd couples and two random friends all forced to hang out together.
All because of Seungyeon and Taehyung.
Taehyung got all of them drinks like he said, everyone drinking together to ease up a bit.
Taehyung and Seungyeon were lost in their own conversation.
They were so corny it was making everyone extremely nauseous.
âAre you proud of her?â Jimin shook his head, speaking to Elkie. âYour friend single-handedly ruined my friend group.â
âMy friend? Your boy here started it all.â She argued.
âLike hell he did. She took advantage of him.â He told her.
She laughed. âWhoâs the one whoâs supposed to just drop the shit off and go?â
âYou canât blame a man for just tryna get some.â Jimin shrugged. âNot his fault.â
âYouâre delusional.â Elkie rolled her eyes.
âI like how you speak to me. You wanna go make out?â
âSure.â Elkie shrugged, walking off with Jimin.
Youâve got to be kidding me.
You were alone with Jungkook.
âSo,â You began to speak. âWhich girl in the car was your favorite?â
âIs that seriously how youâre gonna start this?â Jungkook stared you down.
âHell yeah.â You chuckled. âYouâre a fucking prick. Youâre childish and youâre just down right stupid. Sending me some photo of some bitches. Made you feel so good being with other girls huh?â
Started off strong already.
âYou know what, it did. They didnât have a fucking loud mouth like you do. Didnât have to hear a bunch of bullshit every two seconds.â
âSee this is exactly why youâre blocked.â You scoffed. âYouâre a dick.â
âYou block me all the time mama.â He shrugged nonchalantly. âDoesnât mean shit.â
âProbably doesnât mean anything because youâre too busy with all those other bitches.â
âMe? Iâm not the one fucking the party host.â He argued back.
Your eyes widened at the accusation. âOh wow.â
You werenât going to deny it.
It wasnât true. You never slept with Jackson.
But Jungkook thinking that you did was enough to satisfy you.
âWeâll come back to that.â Jungkook poked the inside of his mouth with his tongue.
He was obviously very irritated.
âYouâre always so angry.â You groaned.
âBecause you just manage to strike that one nerve.â He shook his head.
âYouâre so aggressive all the time baby.â You eased him. âLetâs drink some more. Please?â
He shook his head. âTrying to sober up. Someone needs to take you home.â
âI can Uber back.â
âBy yourself?â He scoffed. âFuck no. Your friends are long gone and most likely gonna end up going home with Jimin and Tae. Who canât drive.â
He wasnât wrong.
Elkie and Seungyeon were going to town on them. The couples were drunken messes.
You agreed, continuing to drink. You two talked for a bit, somewhat civilly.
The both of you couldnât help but check each other out.
For you, that alcohol came in through your mouth and went straight to your pussy.
Jungkookâs going straight to his dick. Probably why you two always had sex whenever you hung out.
âLetâs go to Jiminâs car.â Jungkook mumbled lowly to you, making you nod.
Jungkook lets out a low whistle as you walk next to him. He couldn't help but stare at your body.
You were so fucking beautiful, he thought to himself.
The car was a bit far from the entrance. The lot was big so the parking was a bit inconvenient.
However, it was hidden well enough.
He opened the backseat car door for you, waiting for you to get in.
You could sense he was still irritated with you. It was written all over his face and you could sense it in his body language.
His anger and irritation had the opposite effect on you, making your pussy wetter than it already was.
Jungkook started the car, letting out a heavy sigh as he pulled out of the parking lot.
He glanced over at you, his eyes scanning over your body. "You know, you make me so fucking angry sometimes..." He growled, his hand reaching over to grab your thigh.
âItâs not my fault. You started it this time.â You shook your head.
"I didn't start shit," Jungkook retorted, his eyes narrowing at you. "You did. You always fucking do."
He couldn't help but get more and more irritated with you.
The idea of you and Jackson weighed heavy on him.
You were fucking Jungkook for weed. Were you fucking Jackson for drinks and party invites?
âYou did last night. Thatâs exactly why I blocked your ass. Always running your mouth.â
Jungkook's fingers tightened around the steering wheel. He couldn't believe you just said that. "You didn't have to block me. Youâre so fucking dramatic."
He snapped at you, his anger getting the best of him. "I fucking hate you sometimes."
âFine. Just drop me off right here then.â You replied, just as irritated with him now. âIâll fucking walk home.â
âYou're not fucking walking anywhere. I'll take you home." He gritted his teeth.
âWhatever. Just drive me home and you can just get rid of me after. Since thatâs what you want so bad.â You folded your arms.
He couldn't believe how much of a stubborn girl you were, but he still couldn't help feeling attracted to you. Even when you were like this. "Why are you so fucking difficult?"
He glared at you for a moment before turning his attention back to the road.
âIâm not even doing anything.â You grabbed your purse once he pulled up to your place.
It was natural for Jungkook to let himself in. He did so again, despite their arguing.
âI thought you would approach me at the party to apologize. But no, youâre just arguing with me because youâre jealous of some guy!â You huffed.
Jungkook scoffed at your words. "Jealous? Fuck no. I just don't like seeing you with other guys, that's it."
âYeah whatever.â You rolled your eyes, âYouâre annoying. Your stupid pride wonât let you just admit it.â
You lifted up the couch cushion, a small bag of pre rolls packed away.
âYou know what? Fine. I was jealous when I saw you with Jackson. Are you happy now? I fucking admitted it.
âGonna fucking smoke with me or what?â She looked at him, ignoring him. âGot your two favorite things right here. Weed and arguing.â
He ignored her, grabbing his own preroll and lighting it up with her lighter.
âThatâs all youâre gonna say?â He scoffed.
âDo you want a fucking cookie? Congrats, you actually told me the truth for once.â She took a few hits. âSo you were jealousâ
âYeah, I fucking was. I don't like seeing you with other guys Y/n. It makes me want to rip their fucking heads off." He chuckled and shook his head. "Especially him.â
âIsnât Jackson your homeboy?â
âExactly. Why the fuck would I want to be fucking on the same girl as my bro? That makes me look like a fucking loser.â He glared at you.
âWe were just catching up. Weâve known each other for mad long.â You defended.
Jungkook couldn't help but stare at you as you took a hit from the roll. He felt a surge of jealousy, but he tried to push it down.
"Just fucking catchin' up huh? With his bitch ass?" He chuckled and shook his head. "I know what kinda guy he is.â
âI know youâre not talking. Tell me, Jungkook. How many girls do you sell to that donât pay cash? Too busy selling with their bodies.â She looked at him.
âYeah? Youâre gonna fucking start this shit again?â He chuckled, anger written all over his face. âIâve told you the same shit over and over Y/n. Iâm not fucking anyone else but you.â
âCar full of sleezy bitches all climbing on you? Yeah okay. Find that fucking hard to believe.
Jungkook understands your skepticism. Especially with the type of guys he hung around.
âTell me this Jungkook.â You began, âHow come itâs an issue when Iâm with Jackson but when youâre with all these other girls Iâm just supposed to believe you.â
Jungkook leaned in, his expression more serious now. He muttered. âI donât want to do you like that.â
"I just get fucking pissed when I see other guys trying to fuck what's mine." He cocked his eyebrow.
âYouâre annoying.â
Jungkook's gaze never left yours face as you rolled your eyes. He could tell you were irritated with him, but he didn't back down.
"I'm annoying cause I don't like seeing other guys around my girl?" He raised an eyebrow.
âDonât like all these fucking guys tryna hop on you.â His eyes darkened as he stared down at you.
âI get it.â She sighed.
âMm I donât think you do.â He shook his head.
Jungkook turned you around, pushing you against the couch. "Fuck you piss me off. Youâre just so fucking sexy" He growled, pinning your hands above your head.
"You're gonna let me fuck you like this?â He looked at you. âBecause Iâm fucking angry. And Iâm not sure Iâll be able to give you that slow and lovey shit right now.â
You simply nodded. You swallowed hard, knowing exactly what was going to happen.
Weed made you horny.
Alcohol made you horny.
And you were definitely cross faded.
âFucking open your mouth.â He moved his hand, now slapping you across your cheek.
It wasnât enough to really hurt, but enough to leave a sting.
He seen your facial expression change. âNo way. You actually like that shit?â
You two always had rough and angry sex. With the amount of times you two pissed each other off, it was like second nature.
This time was different. Jungkook was livid.
âI do.â You swallowed. âN-No condom tonight please.â
This was the first time ever. You never thought those words would ever leave your lips.
You needed it bad tonight. Real bad.
âOh wow.â He laughed sarcastically. âYouâre that sick? You get onto me every fucking day for asking to hit it raw. Now you want to?â
He almost couldnât believe it. âLetting me toss you around like a fucking ragdoll. He fucking teach you about that shit?â
âN-No Jungkook.â
He slapped you once again. âDonât fucking lie to me.â
âI promise. He didnât.â You pleaded.
Jungkook let out a deep breath, knowing you submitted to him.
He moved his hand to your neck, squeezing enough for you to feel.
âFucking embarrassing me.â He slid his pants down. âGot all my fucking friends talking about you. That what you wanted?â
âN-No.â You swallowed.
He slipped your skirt up, sliding your panties to the side.
He forcefully pushed himself inside, giving you not a single warning. âYou let him fuck you raw did you?â
Staying still for a moment, knowing he would soon start fucking you with all the frustration he had in him.
âN-No I didnât Jungkook.â You honestly replied.
âNot my fucking name.â He warned.
âYou clearly wanted his attention Y/n. You think I ainât notice that shit today?â His grip on your neck got slightly tighter.
âChanged your hair. Spending money to look good for him. Didnât look in my fucking direction once. Get some new dick and you forget what you already have? Forgot about daddyâs dick?â He scoffed.
Jungkook's thrusts became more powerful, as he let out all the anger and jealousy he felt towards Jackson.
âT-Thatâs not what Iââ
Jungkook's grip tightened on your hips, as he started thrusting. "Shut the fuck up Y/n." He grumbled, as he started pounding harder.
He smacked your ass, leaving a red mark. "Didnât think youâd be this fuckinâ tight. Figured he stretched this pussy out.â
âH-He didnâtâ
âYou really have the fucking guys to speak to me right now?â He slapped her.
âMmphâ sorry daddyâ
Jungkook grinned, hearing the slight tremble in your voice.
You couldnât help but be turned on by how angry he was. How degrading he spoke to you.
Him expressing how jealous he was of Jackson definitely did a number on you.
"This.. is all yours, Y/n. It always has been." He slapped your face. "Don't.. you dare fuckin' look at him again. Donât you fuckinâ
dare question if Iâm with other bitches or not.â
âWonâtâ promise Daddyâ She apologized.
Jungkook's expression changed to an angered confusion, as you apologized. "Sorry? You think.. You fuckin' deserve my mercy?"
He hissed as he stopped thrusting, grabbed you and forced you on all four. "I'll show you fuckin' sorry."
âYou're mine to fuck. Mine to spoil. Mine to hug. Mine to love.â He grabbed your hair and pulled it back, as he started thrusting hard again. "And you just fucking gave that away?â
âNo Iâ Daddy no I didnât.â You whimpered.
Jungkook's thrusts became more violent as his anger continued to fuckin boil. "You.. You fuckin' slut," He growled and smacked your ass hard once again.
âD-Didnât fuck him.â You confessed, swallowing. âN-Never fucked him.â
Jungkook stopped thrusting, his expression was furious, he looked at you with pure shock.
"You didn't fuck him?" He repeated between gritted teeth, not entirely sure if he should believe you or not. âAre you serious?â
âN-Never fucked him.â She hit her lip.
âSo you lied?â His voice was low.
âI just never denied anything you said.â She confessed, a bit ashamed now that she was confessing out loud.
"Wow Y/n." He murmured lowly, making a pause in his thrusts, as he looked at you with confusion and shock. "And you made me do all this.â
âI-â She felt her stomach drop.
Jungkook scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. He was still holding you by the throat, a little tighter now as his cock started to thrust intensely again. "Yeah, you did.â
Jungkook grunted, his thrusts became louder and more intense, holding you tighter. "You're a fucking slut.."
He whispered in a low voice, his hand starting to squeeze around your throat. He pulled himself out a bit to slap your face.
âPulled all that just for some dick? Seriously Y/n?â He grunted into your ear.
âSo sorry Daddyâ She apologized softly, the sensual nickname slipping from her lips.
Upon hearing you call him "Daddy" his thrusts became more intense. Hearing it made him weak everytime.
A low growl sounded out from his throat again as your body was pushed back onto the bed with each thrust deeper into you.
He snickered, his hand reaching down to slap your ass cheek, hard. "You're a fucking whore.." He moans, his thrusts are so hard that he's smacking against your body. He leaned in to bite your neck.
âFinally got the dick you wanted? I canât fucking believe you pulled that shit.â He grunted, utterly shocked. âCanât fucking believe you did that.â
His thrusts became even more forceful, each hard smack against your ass echoing around you.
He moans as he bites into your shoulder, teeth grinding into your skin angrily. "Why'd you fucking lie to me?" He growls into your ear.
âWanted youâ Wanted your attention.â She whimpered. âWanted to see how you felt.â
âYeah? Thatâs how you fuckinâ wanted me to confess?â He roars out angrily, his grip tightening almost painfully.
âI-It workedâŠâ She boldly whispered.
His glare is fire as he grabs your throat, pulling you back to look into your eyes.
"You like it when I get tell you how I feel? You fuckinâ like it?â He growls out, squeezing your throat tighter for a moment before letting go.
âI liked it Daddyâ She bit her lip.
His jaw almost cracks from the intensity of his teeth grinding as he hears your response.
He begins to fuck you harder, losing his anger and going into a frenzy. "Youâre so fucking lucky I love to abuse this pussy.â
âShit feels so fuckinâ good Daddyâ Fuckâ She cursed repeatedly.
A low groan rips from his throat, feeling your walls squeezing around him at your curse. He liked when you talked dirty. âSo fucking pretty like this.â
âLying about other dudes is different for you baby..â He huffed. âYou love this dick huh baby? Tell me.â
âYes Daddyâ I fuckinâ do.â You nodded quickly.
He leans back down, biting at your bottom lip and nodding.
"That's right, you love this dick, mama. Fucking take it then." He spoke lowly, encouraging you to get more vocal and naughty while he pounds into you.
âFeels so much fucking better raw.â She rolled her eyes back. âShouldâve fucking let you months ago.â
He lets out a growl, feeling how tight your walls are on him with no condom. He nods, agreeing and liking the feeling of you raw.
"That's right mama. You ainât believe me when I said you were the only one. Shouldâve been let me hit it raw.â He chuckled. âGonna fuck you so good now though."
He's on the brink of losing it, he knows he's about to cum soon.
He looks down at you whoâs absolutely fucked dumb on his cock.
He curses, slowing down just a tad. "You fucking loving that we're doing it raw now?â
âFeels so much fucking better now. W-Want you to cum inside too.â You begged, making his eyes widened.
âAre you serious?â
âW-Want it so bad Iâ Please.â
He groans, loving the idea at your request. âPretty girl gonna let me cum inside, I couldnât ask for more.â
He speeds up a little bit, slamming into you roughly and grunting. "That's right, fucking want my cum? Wanna turn mama into more than just a nickname huh?â
He dirty talked her so good.
âMm yes Daddy yes.â She swallowed.
His eyes grow wide at the idea but he smirks while he continues to thrust into you hard, making a dirty scene in his head.
"That's right, I wanna fill your womb up with my kids, make them from your tight fucking pussy, don't fight it mama. So closeâ He mumbled in her ear.
âShit Iâm close too.â
He knows he's close too, groaning almost in pain from not cumming yet. He continues to fuck you relentlessly as you near the edge.
"Shit! Cum on my cock mama, you need to cum, you want to cum so bad don't you?"
âCumming fuckâ She immediately let go of the feeling building up in her stomach.
He's right on the edge with you, his cock swells up before he pulls out and shoots his hot load to the side of your stomach, he's not ready for kids, at least not yet.
He slumps backwards and curses. "Fucking shit.â
The two were panting on the couch, struggling to catch their breaths.
She panted. âIâm sorry for lying Jungkook. It was wrong of me to lie to you.â
He smirks and shakes his head but still looks at you with an amused expression.
"No need to apologize momma, we're fucking both dirty. Besides we both liked it didn't we?" He winks and wraps an arm around you.
âYouâre really not mad?â
âI mean it irritated me a lot when I thought you fucked him.â He sighed. âIâm just relieved now.â
âWhen I told you I havenât been with anyone else I meant it.â You told him. âThatâs not
something I would lie about. Especially after I pressed you for so long.â
âI know. When I seen him touch you like that I justâ I thought I lost you.â He looked at you. âI just kinda thought you were using me.â
âItâs not about weed for me anymore Jungkook.â You swallowed. âIt hasnât been for a while.â
âIt was never about the weed for me.â He confessed. âI just wanted to see you since the beginning.â
âYou thought that was a secret?â You couldnât help but snort.
âOkay Iâm never being vulnerable with you again.â He shook his head.
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⥠Housewarming (1) âĄ
⥠Pairing: fiance!yeosang x chubby!fem!reader, best friend!hongjoong, best friend!seonghwa, best friend!wooyoung
⥠Genre: smut/angst
⥠Summary: A quiet afternoon tending to your garden gets complicated when your fiance's best friends stop by for an unexpected visit. Noticing his friends have become a bit too distracted by the dress that you're wearing, Yeosang finds himself getting jealous and has to remind you exactly who you belong to.
⥠Word Count: 1.5k
⥠Warnings: dom Yeosang vibes, hair pulling, leg riding, roughness, pet names, jealousy, possessiveness, admiratioin for your plus sized body, the other members are into reader & she's oblivious, voyeurism, & I think that's all
⥠A/N: I wrote this for all of my sweet baby darlings who are Yeosang biased because I never see any Yeosang smut really and, like, I wanna do my part to add to the spicy Yeo library. Also, as my title implies, there's gonna be a part two where there shall be cockwarming and banging, more possessiveness, in front of his friends. Ya know, fun stuff.
⥠Part Two Here
Kang Yeosang isnât a jealous man but you canât blame him for being a little territorial when his friends are over and youâre walking around dressed the way that you are. In your defense, you had no idea they would even be here. Your official housewarming party isnât for another week but the boys decided to surprise their best friend by flying in sooner.
You were in the backyard tending to your new flower garden when you heard the doorbell ring. It being the hottest day of the summer so far, youâd simply thrown on your comfiest sundress this morningâno bra, no panties because you are at home afterallâand gone on about your day not thinking much of it.
Youâd forgotten what you had on altogether by the time you found yourself hurrying into the house to make drinks and whip up some snacks for them while they settled in. As far as you were concerned, the guys treated you the same as they always did.
Wooyoung gossiped with you about all of the dating drama that you missed out on, making double sure to spill every detail. Seonghwa talked to you about the song you suggested to him a few weeks back that you know he lowkey hated but pretends to like anyway. Hongjoong asked you questions about whoâd be decorating the house, not so subtly hinting that youâre in desperate need of his assistance.
It all felt so normal that you hadnât noticed their gazes drifting to your plunging neckline each time you leaned over to pass them a plate. Without a bra your plush breasts sit beautifully on your chest in their natural state, bouncing as they wish at even the slightest of movements.
âSweetie, you were working on your flowers werenât you? Shouldnât you get back?â Yeosang asked, noticing Hongjoongâs eyes lingering on your cleavage a second too long.
You were too busy laughing with Woo to notice your fianceâs attempt at getting rid of you. âYeo, baby, itâs fine. The flowers can waitâ you reassured him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before jumping right back in with Woo.
Hongjoong immediately pulled Yeosang into another conversation, redirecting his attention long enough for him to question if he was overreacting after all. Â But now, as they watch you clear the table, struggling to redirect their thoughts as the bottom of your dress rises more with every trip you make to the kitchen, Yeosang knows for a fact he isnât crazy.
On your final trip back, the pleated fabric inches high enough to reveal soft thighs that kiss each other with every step. Any higher and theyâll catch a glimpse of that cute ass youâve been sitting on all day but Yeosangâs behind you before they get the pleasure.
Humming a song to yourself, the same one you suggested to Seonghwa, you make your way back towards the kitchen, plates in hand. Youâre completely oblivious to Yeosang trailing behind you until you find yourself being swung around, wedged between your fiance and the closet door.
âOh my god, you scared me!â you giggle, resting your hand on his chest as you catch your breath. Even through his shirt his chest muscles are well defined, smooth as marble yet soft enough to cuddle up to all day. His face is usually the same, delicate and strong, handsome and beautiful, but the only thing he looks to be now is irritated.
âAre you doing this on purpose?â he asks, tugging your dress down to cover your thighs. Caught off guard by his roughness, you nearly drop the plates, âDoing what? I donât know what youâre talking about.â His hands glide up your body, palms smoothing over the fullness of your curves.
All of the blood in his body rushes to his cock, causing him to temporarily forget what he was even mad at. Your body doesnât just look good, it feels good, and, if heâs being honest with himself, heâs been watching you as much as his friends have.
âWalking around the house dressed like thisâ he says, pinning you harder to the wall, âDo you want them to look at you? You want the attention? Is that it?â
âYeosang, you canât beâŠâ you begin to say but stop when his tense expression doesnât break. No need to question if he's seriously upset, it's written all over him. Fair enough. You shouldâve been more self aware but to accuse you of doing it on purpose? Thatâs insanity. And so you decide, since he gets to say whatever he wants, you do too.Â
âYou know what? Maybe I did do it on purpose just to make you jealousâ you whisper, flashing him your sweetest smile, âDid it work? Are you jealous, baby?â
Yeosangâs jaw clenches, his hands forming into fists around the cotton of your dress. Heâs radiating an anger youâve never seen in him before. An anger intense enough to paralyze you in his presence. But you arenât frightened by him. Feeling his knee slide between your legs, his bulge hard against your thigh, your heart begins to thump loud enough that itâs all you can hear.
Yeosang raises his knee up high enough to meet your core and you shiver at the contact. âIt worked. Iâm very very jealousâ he admits, teasing your lips with his, âIâm jealous a lot more often than you think but I mean, look at you.â Controlling his strength, he presses you down onto his knee, rocking your pussy back and forth along his thigh.
Your bodyâs immediately overtaken by how amazing the friction feels, your juices swiftly moistening his pants enough that you glide over them with ease. His lips finally meet yours, his tongue slipping inside as you let out low, sweet moans only he can hear. He changes the angle, tilting you forward so that your breasts spill ever so slightly out of your shirt and the sensitive tip of your clit is exposed to him that much more.
âYeosang, please, I canâtâŠI canât hold these much longerâ you whine, the trembling of your body causing the plates to clink around in your hand.
âAww but you look so fucking pretty like thisâ he pouts, building up speed, the straining of his cock against his zipper driving him mad. It takes every bit of restraint he has not to bend you over and fuck you in this hallwayâjust the thought of feeling you clench around him has arousal dripping from his cockâbut he has something else planned for you.
Thereâs a tingling behind your belly, a pressure too perfect to be deprived of. Yeosang doesnât need to guide you anymore. Youâre mindlessly riding his leg, lids growing heavier the closer you get to that moment of pure euphoria. Your hips stutter and your head falls forward into his chest, one hand holding onto his biceps for dear life.
âIs my baby ready to come? Gonna come on my leg with my friends right there? Hmm?â he coos, grabbing you by the hair and pulling your head back to see your face. Your eyes are glossy, lips parted gasping for air, stiffened nipples falling out of your dress. He kisses under your chin, licking his way back up to your lips to feel your breath meet his.
Youâre so close, your muscles like a rubber band being stretched tighter and tighter. You canât speak, only whimperâmoanâwhine in desperation. âLook at meâ he commands, softly at first. When you donât, your mind too far gone to even process basic thought, he pulls your hair harder. âI said look at meâ he repeats, the deepness of his voice rocking you to your core.
You lock eyes with him and everything falls apart. The dishes crash to the floor, both of your hands cling to his arms, and youâre coming all over his leg. âWho do you belong to?â he asks, glowing with pride at what heâs done to you.
âY-you, Yeosangâ you struggle to get out between moans.
âFuck, that sounds so good. Say it again.â
âYou! I belong to you!â
Yeosang loosens his grip on your hair, allowing your body to relax a bit. Fixing your dress for you, he kisses you passionately, âGood girl. I never want you to forget that.â He steps away from you just in time for the appearance of his friends at the end of the hall. He drops to his knees, gathering the dishes as if nothing ever happened.
âHey, uh, is everything good down there?â Seonghwa asks, eyeing you both suspiciously. You refuse to answer, you couldnât if you wanted to, but still do your best to keep yourself upright. Yeosang hands you the plates, smiling innocently at his friends, âNo worries. Everythingâs fine.â
Wooyoung stirs a straw around in his drink, contemplating if he believes him or not. He doesnât. âI feel like thatâs not trueâ Woo says but thereâs no time to investigate. You scurry off towards the kitchen, still reeling from your orgasm, before anyone can notice the state of you.
"Baby, when youâre done can you come into the living room?â Yeosang calls out to you politely, âI wannaâŠshow you something.â
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without you + one
authors note: hi, friends! so this is a foundational first chapter, meaning its intended to lay down a blueprint. there may or may not be some foreshadowing.....
but let me just say this. i have no intentions on drastically changing anyone's characterization from book one. e.g. joe has always only had eyes for reader. that won't change. he's all about his family.
do not read this story if you haven't read 'with me'. it won't work as a standalone.
warnings: language, some angst, fluff, and suggestive themes
song inspo: be without you by mary j. blige
words: 5k
Two weeks.
Itâs been two weeks since your life was forever changed in a night of pure magic.
Two weeks since the love of your life proposed to you in the most beautiful way in the most beautiful place on earth surrounded by the most beautiful people.
Just thinking about it still brings on chills and goosebumps. It might just be one of the happiest nights of your life.Â
And even returning home, being with your family, enjoying your pregnancy has continued on the theme of love and contentment.Â
Itâs almost nearly perfect except for one little thing. One tiny little human you just so happened to have created who seems to think that she has first dibs on a certain fiancĂ© of yours at any given point and time.
Callie has been loving every single second of Joe being home on indefinite leave, and while youâre happy for her, happy for him that they have the time to spend together, itâs like she wants to spend all of her time with Joe.
And thatâs fine, except for the fact itâs like she doesnât want you around at all.
Theyâre playing tea party and she hits you with the, âmommy, itâs for daddies only.â
Heâs having her help him cook, and she hits you with, âmommy, you canât cook.â
Sheâs suckered him into watching Moana with her for the 18th time, and she hits you with, âmommy, I wanna watch it with daddy.â
Sis is beyond possessive. Itâs gotten to the point where you almost feel jealous of your own damn child. An absolutely asinine thing to think, let alone feel.
Itâs why when Joe jogs down the steps after getting her down for her nap, you grab him by his shirt and yank him into the office.Â
Heâs understandably confused. âY/N, what the hell?â
You bring your finger to his mouth, silencing him. âNot so loud. Youâll wake her up.â
âAnd?â
Lord, Jesus. This may be harder than you thought. âAnd she needs her sleep, and we need time to talk.â
That seems to help him reason a bit better. âOkay.â
Pouting, you take him by surprise, shuffling into his chest as his arms naturally move around you. âI miss you.â
He chuckles, kissing the top of your head. âIâve been here, baby.â
âYou know what I mean.â Pulling back, he brushes his thumb across your bottom lip. âI miss spending time with you. Just the two of us.â Realizing how that could sound, you quickly clarify. âDonât get me wrong, I love seeing you spend so much time with Callie, and obviously, she loves it too. But your lilâ bodyguard doesnât seem to want mama to have any time alone with daddy.âÂ
And itâs the truth. It fills your heart with so much joy to see the beautiful bond and relationship theyâve developed in not even a year. Theyâre inseparable.Â
But that doesnât negate the fact that you miss spending time with him too.
âAnd we havenât had sex since in over a week. A week, Joe. I canât go that long without your dick. You know this.â He smiles, big hand laying on your baby bump. Like this shit is funny. Like itâs amusing that youâre going through dickdrawl. âThatâs not funny, you asshole. If I have to make myself come one more time instead of you, I might just lose my shit.â
âI get it,â he finally shares, hand moving along the small of your back. âI miss you too. Miss my pussyâŠâ
His voice drawls into something teasing, and it makes your pussy flutter. See, just his voice alone has you feening. Groaning, you mutter, while trying to settle yourself, âand it doesnât help that sheâs been sleeping with us.â
Calista is only four-years-old, so itâs natural for her to want to sleep with you and Joe. And you donât mind that, donât mind giving her that comfort. Itâs just that itâs been every night since you returned from Disney. Not only that, when Joe gets up, she likes to get up. Even to the point where he'll just be working out in the gym, and she still wants to be around him, sitting on the floor talking to him or just playing on her tablet.
Sheâs even fallen asleep one time in the gym, with him having to stop his workout to bring her to her bed that she woke up from and managed to scamper her cute self right back into bed with you.
Itâs just beenâŠ..a lot in some ways.
He nods, suddenly suggesting, âmaybe we can try talking to her.â
âAnd what are we supposed to tell her, huh?â Youâre legitimately all ears for any recommendations on how to word it. âCallie Bear, youâre spending too much time with your daddy.â Even saying it in a mocking tone feels wrong, giving you a sort of itch. âIâm not trying to have our child in therapy because of shit we caused her.â
âAnd you say Iâm dramatic.â He rolls his eyes, emphasizing his point. âSheâs a smart kid. I think if we just talk with her about how we have to share time with each otherââ
âHa. Share. Thatâs funny. That girl donât wanna share you with air, let alone another human being.â Itâs a partial joke, partial truth. A frown suddenly falls on your face as you think this over more. âYou think somethingâs going on with her?âÂ
If you didnât have his attention before, you definitely have it now. âWhat do you mean?â
Shrugging, you do your best to explain what you donât quite fully understand. âI donât know. Sheâs always been super attached to you, but itâs been more intense lately. Like sheâs holding on even tighter. Likeââ
âLike sheâs scared to let go,â he finishes for you, deep voice settling into something almost despondent. âYou think sheâs scared Iâm gonna leave or something?â
Itâs a bit of a stretch but also something you canât entirely rule out. âMaybe.â With a new sort of determination, you advise. âYouâre right. We do need to talk to her.â And for completely different reasons than when you first dragged him in for that conversation. You just want to make sure your baby girl is okay.
Thatâs the only thing that matters.
On the topic of Callie, youâre reminded of something. âOh my god.â Gasping, you move away from him. âI didnât get a chance to show you.â
Curious, he asks, âshow me what?â
You reach for his hand, walking over to the desk thatâs almost entirely done with being set up and open the first drawer. Grabbing the still unopened envelope, you reach it to him, a small smile on your face. âI wanted to let you open it.â
Joe is understandably confused until he flips the envelope over and sees the sender. His expression immediately softens. âIs thisââ
Nodding, you share, âit came in the mail yesterday, but it just slipped my mind to tell you.â He doesnât say anything, instead focused on opening the envelope as he carefully pulls out the certificate.
Callieâs new and updated birth certificate.Â
Moving closer to him, you snuggle yourself into his chest as he uses one hand to open and read the document you two have been waiting on for nearly a month now. Everything has stayed the same except for one section, that one section bringing on all of the feels for him. For both of you.Â
Father/Parentâs Name.
The section that was once blank now reads in printed, black, unerasable ink: Leati Joseph Anoa'i.Â
You can just feel the immense love and happiness emanating off his big being. He doesnât need a piece of paper to tell him that heâs Callieâs father. You know that. But this is the piece of paper that gives him all the legal rights as Callieâs father, the rights he should have had from the very beginning.Â
Holding onto him just a little tighter, loving him a little harder, you murmur against his chest, ânow itâs always as it should have been.â
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âIâm thinking strippers. One on each side of the aisle. Shawty throwing ass to the left, and shawty shaking titties on the right.â
Any conversation with Alexis is bound to venture into the deepest parts of fuckery, but this has to be a new level. âYou want me to have strippers at my wedding?â
Sheâs looking at you like she canât understand whatâs so crazy about her proposal. âYeah, whatâs wrong with that?â
Eyes widening, you lean over the counter thatâs littered with countless bride magazines and her Macbook Air. âItâs my wedding, Lex.â
âAnd?â She shakes her head, stirring some of her chocolate pudding. âYou love strippers.â
âI do, but that doesnât mean I want them at my wedding.â
Sheâs rolling her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she murmurs, âif you wanted to have a boring ass white people type wedding, you should have just said that.â
You laugh. Wedding planning was always something you imagined doing with your closest friends, and while youâre thankful to have Alexis here as your support and interim wedding planner (because youâre still very much on the fence about that), her tendency to do the most is definitely obscuring her view of logic and what makes sense.â
âI donât want a white people wedding, per se. I just donât want anything too crazy.â Thatâs the best description you can give, because this is all so new to you. You naturally play with the stunning engagement ring on your finger. Part of that confusion is because youâre still a bit stuck on the fact that youâre actually engaged.
To the literal love of your life, at that.
A dream thatâs become a reality.
It still feels a little too good to be true.
âFair, I guess.â She doesnât seem to agree that itâs fair but wonât push either. âWell, have you at least thought about where you want to get married?â
That, you actually have. Once upon a time, it was in your hometown. Now, youâd rather not get married at all if that was your only option. âIâm thinking here.â
âFlorida?â You nod. âWow. Okay, any particular reason why?â
Shrugging, you answer, grabbing a chunk of pineapple from your fruit bowl. âI donât know. Joeâs family is already here. Itâs easy for my mom to catch a flight out. And anyone else Iâd like to attend would have to fly here too anyway. Plus, this place is really beautiful.â
The fact that life has only been up since moving here to be with Joe is a major plus too. But, that doesnât necessarily feel like it needs to be outright stated.
âGot it.â She starts typing on her laptop, and you have no doubt sheâs already created a Google Doc to track everything. Itâs one of many things you love about Alexis. She may be crazy as hell, but when sheâs on it, sheâs on it. âNow, the biggest thing, maybe the most important thing, is gonna be the date.â
âDate?â
She nods, âyeah, like when you want to have the wedding.âÂ
Fuck. As silly as it may sound, you hadnât even thought about that. Still so caught up in the high of actually being engaged to your soulmate.Â
Alexis continues, âIâm guessing after the school arrives.â
You roll your eyes. âWhat did I tell you about calling them that?âÂ
âOkay, the brood.â
âAlexis!â
She throws her hands up. âDonât get mad at me cause the freaks freaked too much and now yaâll starting your own little tribe.â
A heavy sigh leaves your mouth as Alexis continues to go in on you over your multiples pregnancy. For the most part, youâve really come to accept and be okay with it. There are times though where your mind gravitates toward the childbirth portion, and your vagina literally starts to ache at just the thought of that trauma.Â
Shaking your head and pushing away those thoughts, you return to the conversation at hand. âThatâs a good point. I donât want to walk down the aisle big and pregnant.â
âExactly.â She types some more. âWhen is Joe going back to work?â Another great question that you donât have the answer for. âOh my god, Y/N, girl, just what do you know?â
âHe just said it was indefinite leave!â You throw out in defense of your lack of knowledge. âDefinitely not before the babies get here, so after September?â
âAnd you know heâs not gonna leave you alone with three newborns to take care of, so I can see him staying off air for at least a couple more months.â
That makes sense. âBut, heâll have to be back in time for WrestleMania, Iâd imagine.â
âMost definitely. Didnât you see that one promo he did? Roman Reigns is WrestleMania.â A smile falls on your face. You most definitely did see that promo. Itâs one of your favorites that heâs cut. âBut the next one isnât until April, I think.â
âSo maybe January?â The smile shifts into a scowl. âHe canât be gone that long though. The fans would lose it.â Thinking back to the Smackdown clips you saw on social media, you point out, âtheyâre already chanting âwe want Roman.ââ
Itâs a bit bittersweet seeing Smakdown clips without Roman, seeing someone else hold his championship belt. But then you think about what that sacrifice gave you, what Joe giving up his title has awarded you, and it takes away some of the sting of it all.
You also feel a bit better knowing Joe is still playing an active role in the Bloodline, just behind the scenes.Â
She sucks her teeth. âAinât that about a bitch? They fake asses acting like they werenât the main ones wanting Cody to finish the story.â Alexis' borderline anger makes you laugh a little. âOooh, Joe nice, cause the way I would give them the middle finger, retire, and live out my life with my fine ass wife and 12 children.â
Your eyes widen. âDonât even put that out there, please.â You've definitely learned now about the power of the tongue. âIf I was carrying any more than three children, I might just die.â
âNaw. Childbirth would do that for you.â
âAlexis!â
âShit, sorry, too dark?â Lord, this girl really has no filter sometimes. âDo you guys want more kids after this? Like, forreal?â
Alexis, despite all of her shenanigans, seems to be on point with the questions. âI donât knowââ
âYou donât know?â That seems to be the answer that actually has her floored the most out of anything else yaâll have discussed this afternoon thus far. âBitch, this man put three children in you. Three. You really trying to risk that happening again?â
âOf course not. I justâI donât know. I donât think I can really answer that right now. Maybe once we learn the sexes, cause what if theyâre all girls?â The likelihood of that happening has to be slim to none, but just like multiples of this quantity can be an anomaly, so can all of one sex. âI want to give him a son.â
Truthfully, youâre praying hard that at least one of them is a boy. You know Joe will love the kids the same. Fully and without inhibition, regardless of sex. But, not only do you want to have a little boy for your own reasons, but being able to continue on Joeâs lineage, maybe even passing down his name to your son would mean even more.
Of course, Alexis is quick with the dumbass suggestion. âMake one of them a tomboy.â
You close your eyes, forcefully stabbing the next chunk of pineapple. âAlexis, I swear to God.â
She leans back in her seat, adjusting her top. âAll I know is if you think Iâm babysitting four kids, you are sadly mistaken. Iâll take care of my little Cal Gal, but these other newbies are gonna have to prove themselves.â
âNewbies? Theyâre gonna be literal babies, Lex.â
âAnd? My beef is rated E for everyone, newborn babies included.â
Lord, this woman is giving you a headache. âI guess thereâs a lot I still need to discuss with Joe first before we actually get into planning.â
âAgreed.â Itâs a conversation youâre almost not looking forward to simply for the mere fact you donât want to start thinking too much about Joeâs leave ending. Just wanna enjoy the here and now. But, you know itâs something that needs to be done. âMake sure to ask him about the strippers too.â
âAlexis!â
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As he has almost every day since the start of his vacation, Joe handles dinner for you and Callie. Well, mostly you, since little Ms. maâam insists upon helping Joe cook, and he insists upon you resting when you make the mistake of telling him youâre experiencing heartburn. Itâs a common symptom given youâre about two weeks away from hitting four months and something you experienced when you were pregnant with Callie.
However, he takes all necessary, or maybe, unnecessary precautions, having you sit and rest in the living room, watching some random station while he works in unison with your firstborn to prepare dinner.Â
He makes grilled fish with a side of rice and broccoli for the vegetable. It makes you laugh every time he encourages and tries to convince Callie that she needs to eat her veggies or else sheâll never grow. Sis looks like she doesnât entirely believe him but takes the plunge anyhow. Plus, better him than you trying to convince her.
Youâll let him take that battle gladly.
And while he cleans up the kitchen, handles putting all the leftover food away, you tackle Callieâs nighttime routine, specifically her bubble bath, hygiene, and hair. Her bath takes a little longer than usual, somewhat because of your bump, but mostly because with her new disney princess themed bedroom came an attached disney princess themed bathroom. This includes a shit ton of bubble bath additives that any kid would love, many of which she suckered her daddy into buying during your Disney trip.
You donât even want to know how much that man spent on Callie in that one week timespan. It seemed like everything she saw she wanted, and he wasted no time in pulling out his black card, buying it for her.
You can only pray she remains sweet and humble with a daddy like Joe whoâs seemingly hellbent on spoiling her rotten.Â
Getting her in her pajamas and securing her bonnet over her head after putting her curls into a pineapple is the easy part, and sheâs nearly bursting at the seams to get out the bathroom door for a reason you already know and donât need to ask.Â
Cause as soon as youâre done, sheâs like a speeding bullet, rushing out her bathroom and room, straight into yours.
âDaddy?â
By the time you get everything back and put away, sheâs found her target. Joe is sitting on your bed, Callie tucked into his side with her chosen bedtime book in hand. She surprises you though when she looks up and smiles brightly. âYou can come too, mommy.â
This has to be your first invite in at least a week, and it makes you genuinely smile as well.Â
âThank you, baby.â Thereâs not an ounce of hesitation as you move over to the other side of the bed, climbing in with them. A brief shared look with Joe gives you the signal you need to jumpstart the conversation youâve been thinking about all day. âCallie, daddy and I actually wanna talk to you about something.â
Instantly, sheâs frowning, pouting almost as she snuggles closer into Joeâs chest. âI donât want to talk.â
This makes you frown, as Joe also looks taken back by her response. He rubs gentle circles along her back. âCallie Bear, whatâs going on with you?â
You pick up on her hesitant reply the same way youâre sure Joe does. âNothing.â
Placing a comforting hand on her arm, you softly point out some of the things that have led to this conversation. âCalista, Iâve noticed youâve been spending a lot of time with daddy. And you sometimes donât even want me to spend time with yaâll.â Licking your lips, you do your best to keep your voice as calm and soothing as possible. âAre youâŠare you maybe scared about something?â
And itâs when she looks at you for a second, that fear flashing in her eyes, you know thatâs what it is. Something has her nervous.
Hating that something is bothering her and especially that sheâs keeping it in, you whisper, âPlease tell us, baby.â
And itâs Joe holding her a little tighter along with your gentle coaxing that seems to do it, seems to break down that wall that hides her truth. She sniffles, âI donât want daddy to leave again.â
âCalistaâŠâ You hate seeing her so sad, but you especially hate seeing and hearing the pain in Joeâs face and voice at the fact that heâs indirectly the reason for her sadness. âBaby girl, Iâm not going anywhere right now, remember? Iâm staying here with you and mommy.âÂ
Youâre thankful he doesnât really highlight the fact that he will eventually have to go back to work. Callie isnât stupid. She knows this, but itâs not what she needs to hear right now.
And your chest tightens as she sadly points out to Joe a trauma you still havenât had the space to fully process. âBut those people took me from mommy, and I couldnât see her.â Eyes glossing over, it breaks your heart to hear that she still thinks about that. That being separated from you the way she was is still impacting her. âWhat if they take me and I canât see you or mommy?â She adds on in a way that twists the dagger in your chest, âor they make you leave me like they made mommy leave me?â
At that, he pulls her onto his lap, carefully lifting her chin to make her look at him. âCalista, listen to me, sweetheart. No one could ever take you away from me or your mom. Ever.â He speaks with such conviction and determination. He needs her to believe what sheâs saying. You both do. âYouâre our little girl.â
âHeâs right. I knowâŠI know that scared you, but your daddy and I arenât going anywhere. We promise.â Reaching over to cup her face, you ask in a way thatâs more telling than questioning. âThatâs why youâve been wanting to sleep with us.â
She nods, quietly explaining. âI donât want you to be gone when I wake up.â
âOh, baby.â you reach for her and she climbs over to you, hugging you tight, head against your chest. âDaddy and I are gonna be here for you, always, okay? No matter what.â Chuckling a bit, you wipe the tears from her eyes. âEven when youâre all grown up and donât need us anymore.â
She looks between yaâll, almost wide eyed. âNoooo.â She reaches for Joe who moves closer to the two of you. âYouâre my mommy and daddy. Iâll always need my mommy and daddy.â
Her innocence warms your heart. You love this little girl so much. More than words.
âWe love you, Callie.â Joe kisses her forehead as she holds onto his arm.Â
âI love you guys too.â Her voice is less laid down with that big weight she was carrying around, and it makes you happy to know she feels a bit better, a bit more secure. âCanâcan I still sleep with you guys tonight?â
âOf course, baby.â The answer is easy. Knowing now why sheâs wanted to stay so close, it would feel almost cruel to deprive her of that comfort. âOf course you can.â
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Megan Lowery is having a shit day.
Beyond a shit day, really.
The first issue being that her stupid alarm didnât go off. A classic nuisance that almost everyone has experienced at one point or another.Â
Except for her.
Sheâs never had her good old faithful iPhone alarm not get her up in time to tackle the day, until this morning, which has since only gravitated from bad to worse.
Because of course her coffee machine decided to act up. Any other time, sheâd have zero issue brewing her morning cup of Joe, but not this morning. No, this morning she was forced to forgo her addiction of almost twenty years nor did she have the time to stop and buy a cup due to already running late because of her dumbass alarm glitching.
And the shitty day couldnât be completed without some asshole bumping into her and spilling their deliciously smelling coffee all over her Free People blouse.
Put plain and simple, itâs a bad day, and sheâs already over it before it even hits 1pm.
Itâs why she sits in her meeting, doodling on her legal pad instead of listening to what probably could have been an email.
âLowery!â
Megan jumps in her seat, eyes scanning the room of coworkers who sit watching her carefully. She clears her throat. âSir?â
Luke, her boss, crosses his arms. âAm I boring you?â
Yes. âNo sir, of course not.â
âI think I am.â Megan has never liked Luke. A product of nepotism, his father created the casting company she works for back in the eighties where he grew it to the major success it is today, only to pass it down to his son a few years ago after ailing health. And while Luke isnât a bad CEO, per se, heâs not the funny, down to earth type like his old man.
No. The man is a Grade A asshole sometimes.
And this seems to be one of those times.
âThen what was I discussing?â
Fuck. Megan has always hated looking stupid, and sheâs usually pretty good at both paying and not paying attention. But without her coffee, itâs damn near impossible to achieve that feat.
âActually, sir, Megan was just whispering some ideas to me for how we can get Reigns to sign on.â
Megan shoots a vicious look to her work bestie, Paige. She smiles, her perfectly white teeth a stark contrast to her tanned, freckled complexion. âSheâs got some great ideas too.â
Luke is smirking, and she knows that he knows Paige is blowing air up his ass. That doesnât stop him from having his fun though. âPerfect, then I suppose you wonât have any issues taking on the assignment.â
Megan swallows. She doesnât even know what this assignment is. But the thought of letting her asshole boss get one over on her literally makes her nauseous. With a steel smile, she accepts, âOf course not.âÂ
âPerfect.â He smirks. She has to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Smug bastard. âIâll forward you the file and contact information for his reps.â Luke looks around at the rest of the employees. âMeeting is over.â
As everyone empties out, Luke being the first, Megan waits impatiently for everyone to depart before turning to Paige and punching her on her arm.
âOw!â
âWhat the hell?â She hates being put in situations where she has no idea whatâs going on, and this just so happens to be one of them. âWhat did you just get me into?â
âYou could just say thank you for saving my ass, you wonderful goddess.â Paige adjusts her glasses and opens her laptop, typing away before sharing her screen with Megan. âThis is what youâre getting into.â
Megan is still annoyed as her eyes land on the screen, but that irritation easily drifts away when she sees who is on the screen. âHoly shit, thatâs Roman Reigns.â
âDuh.â Paige says with all the sass, explaining. âUniversal wants him for an upcoming film theyâre doing, but WWE just announced heâs taking an indefinite hiatus, so it might be a hard sell.âÂ
Paige, of course, selected a photo of the former champ in the ring, shirtless, hair down. Looking literally like the Gods put all of their talent into one pot and poured out him. Megan then asks, âwhy is he on hiatus?â
âThatâs the sad part.â Paige does some typing and pulls up an article. She points to the several headlines that all say the same thing just in different ways.Â
Heâs engaged.Â
âI swear, all the good ones are taken.â Paige pouts. âThere was actually some drama he was in a couple weeks ago but itâs all died down now, I think. Iâll have to send you the tea. Nevertheless, heâs engaged and expecting another child with his now fiancĂ©.â
Megan clicks on one of the articles that show Roman and who sheâd guess is the fiancĂ©. A frown falls on her face. âSeriously? Her? He could have done way better.â Exceptionally. Megan could never see someone like him, body sculpted by Zeus himself, with someone like her who looks like sheâs never even seen the inside of a gym.
âRegardless, thatâs his lady, and they already have one kid together, so heâs really off-limits.â Paige shrugs, closing her laptop. âThankfully, all you need to do is get him to agree to do this film.â She snorts. âBaby on the way, planning a wedding, how hard can that be?â
Megan rolls her eyes and flips off Paige who laughs while standing up. âWanna go get lunch? My treat.â
Shaking her head, Megan politely declines. âNo thanks. Iâve got a few emails Iâve gotta get caught up on. Raincheck?â
âYou bet.â Paige winks and walks out, closing the door behind her to leave Megan alone with her many thoughts.
Paige is right. Itâs going to be a challenge to get Roman to sign onto this film when he has so much going on in his personal life. Some might even see it as DOA. Megan, however, has always been intrigued by challenges. Sheâs never encountered a situation where she didnât get what she wanted. Where she didnât get who she wanted.
On a film.
Of course.
Pulling out her phone, she googles his name, scowling when one of the first photos is of him and the fiancĂ© and their kid, sheâd guess. She easily pinches on said photo, eliminating them and filling her screen with only him.
Head tilted, twirling a piece of her hair, she says to no one in particular. âYou and I are about to be very good friends, Mr. ReignsâŠ.â
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title: my tears ricochet | part i
pairing: husband's best friend!joel miller x female reader
rating: chapter - t; full work - explicit (18+ MDNI)
word count: 7k
summary: after moving from new york to texas with your fiance, you expect to jump right into wedding planning with his help. when he claims to be too busy, he suggests asking his best friend, joel miller, to help you instead.
you weren't supposed to fall in love with him.
author's note: this story is a three part fic inspired by the song "my tears ricochet" by taylor swift. this first part is reader's POV, part two will be joel's POV, and the third part will be dual POV. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging or commenting!
chapter tags: modern au, infidelity, emotional abuse, the fiance is shitty, no use of y/n, single POV (reader), wedding dress shopping and other wedding planning activities, angst, arguing, alcohol consumption/mention, kissing, no smut. please let me know if i've missed any!
major work tags: modern au, infidelity, explicit sexual content, character death
You stare out at the manicured yard, watching as guests move about the grounds and waiters in black uniforms carry trays of food and drinks through the crowd. Your boyfriend -- wait, no, fiancé -- Alex laughs boisterously with your father, a hand on his back in easy familiarity. You know you should be down there with him given that this is your engagement party, but you were starting to feel overwhelmed by the constant smiling and greeting strangers and showing off your shiny new engagement ring that you needed a break.
The door opens and a man you don't recognize steps into the room, pale blue dress shirt stretched tight across his broad chest and a pair of wrinkled dress pants. He runs a hand through his messy dark curls.
"Sorry, I didn't think anyone would be in here," he says. As he looks you over, his brown eyes go wide with surprise. "Shit, you're the bride!"
You smile at him. "That's me," you reply. You hold a hand out towards him as you give him your name, his rough palm sliding against yours as he grips it firmly.
"I'm Joel Miller," he tells you. You know the name well, being that he's your fiancé's best friend. "Didn't mean to make our first time meetin' so awkward."
"No, no, it's not your fault. I've just been feeling a little overwhelmed with all the," you wave your hand towards the window, "festivities. It's great to finally meet you."
"I don't blame ya. They can get pretty stuffy down there. Congrats, by the way."
"Thank you." He lets go of your hand. "So, why are you hiding?"
He laughs, deep and full bellied. "Alex's mom doesn't like me much. I'm sure she was hopin' that we would stop bein' friends when he went to school on the other side of the country, but Iâm like a stubborn tick."
"How could she not like you, Alex told me that the two of you have been best friends since kindergarten!"
"There may have been a few mishaps in high school," he says. "You ever tried eggin' your principal's house?"
"Can't say that I have," you reply.
"Well, it doesn't end well if you get caught." He looks out the window with a smile on his face. "We got arrested. Alex's dad had to bail us out. Probably had to throw some hush money around so that it wouldn't show up on his record when he applied to school."
"He's never told me that!" You say, laughing hard enough around the words that your stomach hurts.
The door opens and this time, Alex himself steps into the room. His serious expression morphs into a smile when he sees you and Joel.
"There you are," he says, crossing the room to kiss your cheek. He greets Joel with a hug, patting his back roughly. "What are you two doing in here?"
"I just needed a minute alone," you tell him.
"And I crashed her minute alone. Told her about the time we got arrested in high school," Joel adds. Alex's jaw tenses, his smile tight as his eyes flick to you, like he's worried about your reaction. "She laughed. It's all good."
"Right. Well, I came to find you because its time for the toast and dinner," Alex says. "Let's get back down to our guests."
A hand at the small of your back urges you towards the door before you can reply.
"Alex, are you listening to me?" You ask. Your fiancé looks up from his phone.
"I'm sorry, baby, I was finishing an e-mail," he says. He sets his phone down on the table, dark screen facing up, and gives you his full attention. "What were you saying?"
"I wanted to schedule the cake tasting. Do you have any free time this week?"
He grimaces. "I don't think I do, sweetheart. Your dad's got my schedule pretty packed."
"I can just ask him to--"
"No," he says sternly. "You know I have to make a good impression with the rest of the firm."
"But--"
"Babe, no. I can't do this week. Why don't you ask my mom? Or Joel?"
While your future mother-in-law is kind enough, you don't have much patience for the way she tries to take control of your wedding planning. Joel, however, might be a good idea. He knows Alex well enough to be a stand in for a decision like cake and icing flavors.
"Could you give me Joel's number?"
Alex smiles, seemingly pleased that he's off the hook as he takes his phone in hand and sends you his best friend's phone number.
You meet Joel at the bakery that week. To your surprise he's there before you, dressed in worn jeans and a t-shirt and he smiles brightly at you as you approach.
"Hey," he says. "Ready to eat some cake?"
"I think this will be my favorite part of planning this whole wedding," you reply. He laughs as he pulls the door open for you to step inside, following in behind you.
"Welcome to Buttercup Bakery! Can I help y'all with anything?" A young woman with a name tag reading BEVERLY asks from behind the counter, pink and white apron tied around her waist.
"I have a cake tasting appointment," you reply, giving her your name for the reservation.
"Excellent! If you want to go ahead and take a seat anywhere you'd like, I'll bring out the tasting options and we'll get you squared away in no time!"
She disappears through swinging doors as you and Joel take a seat at a pink acrylic table with matching chairs. He looks around the shop with interest.
"What made you pick this place?" He asks.
"Had the best reviews," you say with a shrug. His brow furrows.
"Alex didn't suggest it? He helpin' you at all with this weddin'?"
He says it with a laugh, but the question makes you dig your fingernails into your palm. "He's just really busy with work. I've been doing a lot of the planning."
âWhat about your uh, what are they called? Bridesmaids?â
âTheyâre all back in New York. Itâs just me.â
âI thought your parents were here, too? Isnât Alex workinâ with your dad now?â
âItâs just my dad, heâs back in New York. His partner opened a firm in Austin and Alex is working with that office. Heâs hoping to make partner soon, too.â
Joel nods, eyes scanning your face but you keep your expression as neutral as possible. The swinging doors open and Beverly returns with a marble tray, bites of cake artfully arranged on the surface. She sets it on the table between you and Joel.
âOkay! These are our six most popular flavor combinations for you to start with and if thereâs something more custom you have in mind, we can totally make that happen,â she says. âStarting at the top, we have classic vanilla with vanilla buttercream, chocolate cake with chocolate ganache and chocolate buttercream, our signature champagne cake with strawberry buttercream, lemon cake with lavender buttercream, caramel cake with caramel mocha buttercream, and white chocolate cake with raspberry jam and white chocolate raspberry buttercream.â
Joel grins at you. âThis might be the best thing anyone has ever asked me to help with.â
âIâll leave you guys to it,â Beverly says with a wink, walking back to the counter.
âI donât know which to start with,â you say, eyes scanning the selections.
âThat chocolate one is callinâ my name,â Joel replies, spearing one of the chocolate cake bites with a fork and taking a bite. He hums appreciatively. âOh yeah, that one is a winner.â
You choose the vanilla to start, taking a bite of the moist cake with buttercream that tastes strongly of vanilla bean with a hint of cinnamon. The simplicity makes it good, but overall the flavor doesn't stand out to you. Joel continues to take bites seemingly at random while you opt to go around the tray in the order that Beverly introduced the flavors.
"Any of them stickin' out to you?" Joel asks when you've reached the half-way point.
"They're all delicious," you reply. "I think Alex would probably like the vanilla best, though."
"I didn't ask what Alex would like, I asked if there were any that you liked." He spears the remaining piece of white chocolate raspberry with his fork and holds it up to you. "Here, try this one next."
You eye the fork dubiously. "I don't think--"
Joel slips the bite of cake into your mouth despite your interrupted disagreement, smiling at you triumphantly. You chew the bite begrudgingly.
"I think that one and the chocolate one are my favorite," Joel says as you swallow.
Beverly returns at that moment, a notepad in hand as she pulls up a third chair to the tiny bistro table.
âSo? What are your thoughts?â
âI think Iâm going to get the vanilla,â you tell her. Joelâs jaw ticks, almost like heâs upset youâve chosen the flavor that you said Alex would like. âBut, could I get alternating tiers of the white chocolate raspberry, too?â
Joelâs lips quirk up in a small smile and you try to ignore the way it makes your stomach flip.
Joel: Have you picked flowers yet?
Not yet.
Joel: I know a place. You busy today?
You stare the at the message in surprise. You werenât expecting to hear from Joel again, but his name on your screen has you fighting back a smile.
Iâm not busy. When did you want to go?
Joel: They open at noon. Hereâs the address.
âBaby, have you seen my blue tie?â Alex calls from upstairs. You drop your phone to the counter like youâve been caught doing something wrong.
âWhich one?â You reply, pressing a hand to your chest.
âThe plaid one!â
âShould be in your tie drawer!â
âItâs not here!â
You pinch your nose, making your way to the stairs to join him in your shared bedroom. Heâs standing in front of his tie drawer, hands on his hips as he stares at the contents. You peek over his shoulder and reach into the back, pulling out the neatly folded blue and green patterned tie.
He takes it from your hand. âThat one should be towards the front. Can you remember that next time you put away dry cleaning?â
âSure.â You bite your lip to hold back the sigh that threatens to spill. âYou want me to tie it for you?â
âNo, thanks, I need it to be perfect. Big meeting,â he says, his lips tilted in a smile that feels condescending. He leans into you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. âLove you.â
âLove you, too,â you murmur, watching his back as he enters the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.
Joel is waiting outside of a dark green storefront when you arrive at the address heâd sent you. He smiles when he sees you, a true one that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle slightly, and it gives you this strange feeling of emptiness because you canât remember the last time Alex smiled at you like that.
When youâre close enough, he pulls you into a hug that envelops you in strong arms and the scent of woods at nightfall with a hint of citrus. Your eyes flutter shut as you hug him back and breathe him in.
He releases you and immediately you feel a chill in losing his warmth despite the oppressive Texas heat. You look at the shop as he steps back, taking in the gorgeous floral arrangements in the window and cursive script painted on the glass that says PETAL TO THE METAL.
Joel opens the door to the shop, a brass bell ringing to announce your entrance. A man at the counter in the center of the store looks up and grins at you both.
âJoel! Nice to see you,â the man says. You watch as they shake hands with familiarity, the man behind the counter smiling kindly. âYou must be the bride. Iâm Frank.â
You give Joel a look of surprise before introducing yourself and shaking Frankâs hand. âItâs nice to meet you. Do you two know each other?â
âJoelâs an old friend of ours.â
âOurs?â
A back door bangs open, someone emerging with their arms so full of potted plants you canât see their face. A deep voice letâs out a series of curses.
âThis is my partner, Bill,â Frank says. âHeâs not much of a people person. Great with plants, though.â
âA little help would be nice,â Bill grunts. Frank rolls his eyes but leaves the counter to take a couple pots from Billâs hands, revealing a man with long brown hair and a grizzled expression hidden amongst a thick beard. Frank leans in and kisses his cheek.
âYou need only ask,â Frank says. Billâs cheeks turn pink beneath his thick facial hair. Despite the annoyed expression on his face, his eyes are soft as he watches Frank. âLet me grab you the event portfolio and we can talk about your wedding. Have a look around.â
As Frank leaves and Bill busies himself arranging the new plants, you and Joel wander the shop and take in aisles and shelves of different flowers with little gold name cards in their pots or on their buckets.
âSo,â Joel says, âHow are you liking Austin?â
âItâsâŠhot,â you reply. âReally, really hot.â
âThatâs the south for ya, sweetheart.â
Your face grows hot at the endearment and how it seemed to just roll off his tongue. âHave you lived in Austin your whole life?â
âTexas born nâ bred,â he says proudly, puffing his chest out.
âYou never wanted to live anywhere else?â
âIâve always thought Wyoming sounded nice. A farm that I built, some sheep, no neighbors for miles,â he says wistfully. âMaybe someday.â
âBuilding a farm, huh? You good with your hands, Joel?â
He blinks at you. âY-yeah. I mean, Iâm a contractor. I gotta be.â
âThatâs impressive,â you tell him, biting your lip to hold back your laughter at his flustered response.
Frank approaches, lifting a heavy book in his hands. âYou ready to pick some flowers?â
Joel holds the door open for you as the two of you leave the flower shop an hour later. He waves goodbye to Bill and Frank with a promise to visit them for dinner soon before following you down the sidewalk.
âYou wanna get lunch?â Joel offers. âMy treat.â
You pull your phone from your pocket to check your messages and finding none from Alex, you think to yourself, why not?
âSure,â you agree.
That's how you find yourself sitting on a bench in the park with Joel Miller, your husband's best friend, talking to him about everything and nothing as you eat street tacos from a food truck nearby. He makes you laugh so hard you choke on birria, the sauce dripping down your chin. He reaches out, wiping the mess with a brown napkin while he smiles so bright it puts the sun to shame.
Later that night, while you're in bed, you can't help but think today was the best day you've had in a long time.
And you're not sure what that means.
You begin texting Joel regularly. You ask him for his opinion on things that Alex canât be bothered with â the suit colors for the groomsmen (navy blue), the invitation stationary (the linen finish), and favors (miniature bottles of hot sauce - Joel assures you this will be a hit with the Texas crowd). In between those conversations, he sends you pictures from his construction sites or asks you how your day has been and whether you had gotten the chance to check out that show he recommended.
When you tell Alex about the wedding decisions you've made, leaving out the extent of Joel's help, he hums and nods at the appropriate intervals, feigning attentiveness while his thumb moves rapidly across his phone screen. It should bother you, you think, that your future husband is so uninvolved with planning his own wedding, but then your own phone lights up with Joelâs name and a goofy photo he sent from a construction site, his hard hat askew on his head and his eyes crossed, and your annoyance with Alex fades into background noise.
Thereâs one last item on your checklist that youâre more nervous to ask Joel for help with than the others â dress shopping. You could probably fly back to New York and be with your friends for the momentous occasion but youâre certain that Alex wouldnât appreciate your absence for something he considers so frivolous.
Not that you say anything when heâs gone for his golfing trips.
Youâre staring at Joelâs contact screen, working up the nerve to call him and ask him if heâd be willing to come dress shopping with you, when it lights up with an incoming call, his name at the top of the screen like just your thoughts summoned him. You answer on the third ring.
âHey, I was just about to call you,â you tell him.
âSo thatâs why my ears were itchinâ,â he laughs. âYou need somethinâ?â
You take a steadying breath. âI just have one more thing I need help with and then you wonât have to deal with me.â
âI donât mind helpinâ you, sweetheart.â You stomach flutters at the nickname and he clears his throat to fill the loaded silence that follows his words. âNow, tell me what you need.â
âCould you come dress shopping with me?â
âThat all? Just tell me where and when,â he says. You breathe a sigh of relief, giving him the details of the appointment you made at a local boutique. He promises to meet you there this weekend before hanging up.
The word sweetheart in Joelâs deep voice echoes through your mind for the rest of the day.
Joel looks hilariously out of place on the pristine white couch located in the middle of the dress boutique, a dainty glass of champagne held in his large hand. You sit beside him, your legs touching as you watch the sales associate flit around the store, pulling hangers of dresses from the racks.
âThatâs a lot of dresses,â Joel comments, taking a sip of champagne.
âYou not up for the challenge?â You tease. He laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling with his wide smile.
âTrust me, Iâm up for the challenge. Weâre goinâ to find you the best damn weddinâ dress Texas has ever seen,â he promises.
âAlright, Iâve got some gorgeous choices here for you,â the associate announces, holding up a handful of ivory hangers draped in all types of fabric from satin to chiffon. âYou wanna follow me and weâll get started?â
You follow her to the fitting room and she sets the hangers on a rack, fanning out the dresses so that you can get a better look. Thereâs five of them in a variety of styles, including an impressive ball gown boasting layers of tulle that trails to the floor.
âIâll try that one first,â you tell her, pointing to ball gown.
âWhatâs your fiancĂ©âs name?â She asks as you undress, taking the gown from the hanger and arranging it on the floor for you to step into it.
âAlex,â you reply. She drags the bodice up and instructs you to hold it to your chest while she laces up the corset back.
âI think itâs sweet that youâve brought him with you.â
âOh, no. Thatâs Joel, heâs my husbandâs best friend.â
âReally?â She asks, the strings tightening around your waist. âThe way you two look at each other, I would have bet money he was the one marrying you." You're about to ask what she means when she finishes tying off the bodice and says, "Wow, this dress is stunning on you."
Her comment retreats to the back of your mind as you look at yourself in the mirror. The strapless white gown hugs your chest and waist, flaring out into a layered skirt with lace appliques. There's beading on the sweetheart neckline that trails down the bodice in intricate patterns that catch the light of the fitting room. The dress is stunning.
Marnie leads you back out to the showroom, helping you step up onto a raised platform in front of a trifold mirror that shows you your reflection from multiple angles. You twist and turn, taking in all the details of it before finally facing Joel.
"Damn," Joel says. "That sure is one hell of a dress."
"It's...a lot." You twist your hips from side to side, the heavy skirt swishing across the floor. "I feel like a cupcake and I don't know if I'll be able to dance in it."
"You wanna test it out?"
He's standing before you can respond, reaching a hand into yours to guide you down from the pedestal. When you're on the floor, he wraps an arm around your low back, pulling you close while swaying side to side.
The world around you goes a little blurry and the only thing in perfect clarity is Joel. The feel of his hand in yours, the weight of his arm at the small of your back, the clean smell of soap and citrus, everything is just....Joel.
"How's it feel?" He asks, voice low. You tilt your head back to look up at his face.
"Huh?"
"The dress...dancin'...how's it feel?"
The question drags you back to reality, where you're currently dancing around a bridal salon with a man who isn't your fiance. You pull away from him, returning to the pedestal as the bridal associate joins the two of you again.
"Uh...I don't think this is the dress for me. Can we try the next one?"
You try on two other dresses in quick succession, neither of them leaving a lasting impression. It's the fourth dress that really gives you pause as you look at yourself in the fitting room mirror.
"Honey," the associate says, adjusting the off-the-shoulder sleeves of the dress, "This dress was made for you."
The scooped neckline highlights the lines and curves of your neck and shoulders, the corset bodice hugging your curves in satin folds. The skirt fans out from the waist, similar to the silhouette of the ball gown without all the additional weight and fabric and a thigh high slit allows for some extra movement.
She leads you back out into the showroom and helps you once more onto the pedestal. You grin at your reflection as she fixes the skirt into place.
"Well?" You ask, catching Joel's eye in the mirror. His mouth is set in a serious line, brows pinched together and his arms crossed over his chest. You own smile falters. "You don't like it? What's with the look?"
He shakes his head, his serious expression morphing into a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "You look..." His voice trails off and he clears his throat. "Alex is a lucky son of a bitch."
You laugh, lifting the skirt so that you can step off the pedestal. Joel's eyes drop, his gaze fixing on the skirt as you walk towards him.
"You think so?" You ask quietly, stepping in close.
"Yeah, sweetheart," he murmurs. A single finger runs down your arm, goosebumps erupting over your skin in its wake. "I know so."
With the wedding plans finalized, your attention returns to your work as a web design consultant. Your client portfolio starts to build once more, keeping you busy in the months leading up to your big day. Alex remains focused on his work at the firm, working long days and longer nights that have him arriving home well after you've gone to bed, the two of you just ships passing in the dark. You would feel lonely, you think, if not for Joel.
The two of you still message each other frequently, though you don't see him again until a month before the wedding, when Alex invites him over for dinner one Saturday night.
The doorbell rings just as you put the chicken in the oven and you wipe your hands before going to answer it, your heart racing. Joel's sweet smile greets you when you open the door and seeing him across the threshold has the tension in your shoulders easing the slightest bit.
He steps across the threshold, strong arms wrapping around your waist in a tight hug. Footsteps on the stairs have him releasing you far sooner than you would have liked.
"Joel, my man! Glad you could make it," Alex says as he reaches the first floor. "Honey, is the table set?"
"No, not yet," you reply.
"You need any help?" Joel asks. You open your mouth to respond, but Alex jumps in to say, "No, she's got this. Let me give you the tour."
You watch as Alex leads Joel upstairs, commanding his friend's attention. You swallow down the anger that rises in your throat at your fiancé's dismissal and return to the kitchen, gathering the place settings and arranging the table to his liking.
"It's a nice place," Joel says as the two men enter the living room, which opens to the kitchen and dining areas.
"All that work finally paying off," Alex comments. You roll your eyes, fighting the urge to mention that you were the one who fronted the down payment for Alex's choice of home in Texas. The oven beeps and you pull out the chicken parmesan that had been baking.
"Smells good," Joel comments. You look up, catching his eye. A wordless understanding passes between you, a quiet appreciation that makes your blood run hot.
You plate the food while your fiancé uncorks a bottle of wine and pours it into the wine glasses at each place setting. Alex settles in at head of the table and Joel takes the seat to the left, leaving you with the seat to Alex's right, across from Joel.
The three of you make small talk between bites of dinner and sips of wine. Alex asks Joel about the contracting work he's been doing, Joel asks him about his work at the new office and how he's settling in, being back in his home state. It's halfway through dinner that Joel looks to you and asks, "Are you excited for the wedding next month?"
"Of course," you reply, fingers tangling in the cloth napkin resting across your lap. "Planning it was a labor of love."
"Right, thanks for helping her with the cake, man," Alex chimes in.
Joel chuckles. "Helped with a lot more than just the cake."
"What do you mean?" Alex asks, glancing between the two of you.
"Well, I helped get the flowers, the cake, pickin' out the stationary. Dress shoppin'," Joel clarifies. Your stomach drops as Alex's jaw grows tense, his brow pinched as he nods and pastes on a forced smile.
"Wow, I didn't realize you'd been so involved," Alex says. He removes the napkin from his lap, setting it on the table. "Would you excuse us for a second?"
Alex stands, looking down at you expectantly. You smile at him and Joel in turn, but the expression feels hollow and you taste bile in the back of your throat. As soon as you're on your feet, Alex has a strong hand wrapped around your wrist, urging you along behind him as he makes his way towards the stairs.
Once he's reached your shared bedroom, he turns to you, eyes filled with rage. âWhat the fuck is that about?â
âWhat do you mean?â You ask. He laughs, the sound devoid of any humor.
âHe helped you pick out your dress?â Alex paces the length of the bedroom like a caged animal and for the first time in your relationship with him, a frisson of fear courses through your veins. âYou canât possibly be that fucking stupid?â
âExcuse me?â You snap. âYou told me to ask him for his help!â
âWith the cake!â Alex shouts. âNot the entire goddamn wedding! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?â
âYou werenât exactly offering much help, Alex!â
His eyes narrow. âI thought you would be perfectly capable of planning shit on your own, but I guess that was giving you too much credit.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â You ask. âWhy are you being such a fucking asshole right now?â
âBecause youâre my fiancĂ©, not Joelâs!â He steps in close, towering above you as he hisses, âDid you fuck him?â
âNo!â You shout.
His eyes search yours and whatever he finds seems to extinguish his anger, his coiled muscles loosening. He grips your shoulders, pressing his forehead to yours.
âIâm sorry,â he murmurs. âWhy donât you head back downstairs and Iâll stay up here for a minute to cool off, okay?â
The sudden switch leaves your head spinning but you manage to nod. Alex kisses your forehead and you take that as your cue to leave, escaping the confines of your room. In the hall, you grip the banister of the loft that overlooks the living room and take the first real breath in what feels like ages, your eyes squeezed shut as you try to calm your racing heart.
You return to the kitchen and Joelâs head snaps up when you enter. He rises from his seat at the table, rushing to your side.
âAre you okay?â He asks, low voice filled with concern, his brows pinched with worry. âWhat the fuck was that?â
âJust a misunderstanding,â you murmur, pushing past him.
âThatâs bullshit,â he hisses. âIs he always like that?â
âLike what?â You sigh.
âAn asshole. Yellinâ and threateninâ you.â His fists are clenched at his sides. âHe ever hit you?â
âWhat? No, of course not.â You take a deep breath, beating back the wave of tears pressing at the corners of your eyes. âHeâs just got a lot going on with the move and work and the wedding.â
Joel is quiet, watching you with keen brown eyes that you, for once, wish werenât focused on you. He steps close, voice low as he says, âBe honest with me, sweetheart.â
âIâm fine, Joel,â you tell him. The lie claws at your throat and sends your stomach into a tailspin. âI promise.â
Footsteps echo on the stairs and you step away from Joel, busying yourself with loading the dishwasher, clearing the counters, anything to keep your hands occupied and stop their shaking. Alex enters the kitchen with a sharp smile.
âHey, man, sorry about that,â he says, clapping Joel on the shoulder. âI think weâre ready to call it a night. Ainât that right, honey?â
You force yourself to keep your eyes on Alex as you smile and say, âYeah, baby.â
âLet me walk you out, Joel,â Alex says. âHoney, say bye.â
âGoodbye, Joel.â
Joel: Hey
Joel: You having a good week?
Joel: Been a while. You doing okay?
Joel: Youâve been quiet
Joel: I need to know youâre okay.
Joel: Just let me know
Joel: Please
âJust two more days until youâre my wife,â Alex says, pressing a kiss to your lips. He smiles at you and you mirror the expression as best you can.
âI can't wait,â you reply.
"I gotta get going," Alex says. He presses a kiss to your cheek as he passes where you're sitting at the bar. "Love you."
"Love you," you repeat, out of reflex more than affection.
The front door slams shut and quiet settles over the house. All you want to do is crawl back into bed and pull the covers over your head in the hopes that it protects you from the way time continues to creep forward despite your uncertainties. Maybe, if you lay there long enough, time will move on without your involvement.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a heavy knock at the door. Youâre not sure who it could be â your dad is scheduled to fly into town in the late afternoon and your friends arrive early tomorrow morning and youâre fairly certain you donât have any deliveries scheduled. Sliding from the bar stool, you leave the kitchen to answer the door.
Joel stands on the other side of the threshold, haloed by the morning sun. For a brief moment, you wonder if youâre dreaming.
âWhat are you doing here?â You finally ask.
âCan I come in?â He replies, running a hand through his already messy hair. âI need to talk to you.â
You step aside and allow him to enter the hallway, shutting the door behind him. You avoid his gaze as you return to the living room with him following behind you. The silence that settles between the two of you makes you want to crawl out of your skin.
"Why haven't you been talkin' to me?" Joel asks. He takes a step closer, brown eyes searching yours for an answer you try to keep hidden.
"I've been busy," you say.
"Cut the bullshit," he snaps, surprising you. "Is it because of what happened at dinner?"
"No," you reply. Joel must sense the brief hesitation, hear the weakness in your voice. His eyes go soft, full of pity, and you can't fucking stand it. "Don't look at me like that."
"Look, I've known Alex a long time, and all those years weren't exactly peachy," he says cryptically. "I love him like a brother but even family ain't without faults.â He steps in close, his hands cradling your face in a delicate grip. âTell me this is what you want," he demands. "Tell me that you're happy with Alex. Tell me that there's nothin' here between us."
The words are there, right on the tip of your tongue, but nothing can bring them to life. Your heart beats a frantic rhythm against your ribcage, the rush of blood in your ears the only thing you can hear. He leans closer, eyes dropping to your lips and you know what's about to happen next but you can't bear the thought of stopping him as he closes the scant distance between your mouths.
For the briefest moment, you allow yourself the chance to just feel. No thoughts, no panic, no worry. Just Joel's warm lips moving against yours, the trace of his palm from you cheek to behind your head, pulling you closer even though you're already tightly pressed to him. It's slow and deep, like he's trying to convince you down to your marrow that this is where you're supposed to be.
But it's not.
You push him away and he doesn't fight you, but the look he gives you damn near shatters your resolve. His eyes are dark, jaw tense, hands flexing at his sides like he's fighting the urge to reach out and pull you back, damn the consequences. Your eyes and throat burn with the effort of holding back the tears that threaten to spill.
"You need to leave," you whisper. "You can't do this, we can't do this. I'm getting married in two days, Joel!"
He runs a hand through his hair, pulling on the strands in frustration. "You think I don't know that? You think I don't lay awake at night thinkin' what a fuckin' asshole I am for fallin' in love with my best friend's fiancé?!" He shouts.
"This isn't love, Joel--"
"Don't," he snaps. "Don't you lie to me. I know it, you know it, hell, the fuckin' lady at the dress shop knew it!" He takes a deep breath. "I'm showin' you my whole hand here and you won't even lay down a goddamn card!"
"There is no card!" You shout.
"You kissed me back!" He counters.
You stare at each other for a long moment, like two scared, wounded animals. Eventually, one of you has to back down, retreat, lick their wounds until they've healed in a messy pattern of scar tissue that will serve as a painful reminder of what could have been.
Joel sighs, another pass of his hand through his hair as he says, "You know what? Fine." He turns to leave, the line of his shoulder lower, his head low.
A glutton for punishment, you call out, "Joel?"
"Yeah?" He asks, weary. Bone tired. You feel it, too.
"Will you still be there tomorrow?" You ask, unsure of which answer would be worse.
Another sigh. "Yeah. I'll be there."
The door slams shut behind him.
Your rehearsal dinner is torture.
This should be one of the happiest events of your life but all your energy is being directed at avoiding Joel like the plague. He moves through the crowd comfortably, having known many people in attendance for most of his life, and you feel like an unmoored boat, hoping a wave doesn't crash over you.
Alex sits beside you, drinking from a glass of whiskey as he talks to one of his uncles that has been praising him for landing the opportunity to work with such a prestigious law firm right after college. A dizzying rotation of people approach you through the night - friends who chatter excitedly about the big day tomorrow, aunts who ask when you think you'll have children, uncles who tell you that they're proud of you for landing such a successful, promising young man. It's those last comments that have you hiding a frown in your champagne glass.
It drags on forever, this constant stream of polite conversation and forced smiles. When you finally return to the hotel that you're staying at for the night, you start to feel like you can breathe again. You have a suite separate from Alex's for getting ready early in the morning and he walks you to your room, hand on your low back, a smile on his face.
"I'll see you in the morning," he says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. "My almost wife."
The sentiment has bile rising in your throat and as he turns to leave you're blurting the words, "I can't do this."
"Sweetheart, you're just nervous," he says, voice surprisingly calm. He squeezes your shoulders. "You just need to sleep it off and everything will be fine in the morning."
"No," you tell him, shaking your head. "No, it won't be fine."
His smile drops, like a mask has just been removed. "Where is this coming from? Everything was fine at the rehearsal."
"Everything was not fine at the rehearsal!"
Alex takes the room key from your hands, unlocked the door and ushering you inside. He flicks on the light to the sitting area and takes a seat on the couch.
"What's going on with you?" He asks, exasperation dripping from his words. "What do you mean the rehearsal wasn't fine? Did you not like the food or something?"
You stare at him incredulously. "The problem wasn't the food, Alex! The problem is us!"
"There's no problem with us," he says. "Unless there's something you want to tell me?"
"What do you mean?" You ask.
He stands, coming close. "Is this about Joel?"
"No!" You snap, perhaps too quickly. "This isn't about Joel."
"Then what is it? Because as far as I know, we're a perfectly happy couple."
"Perfectly happy? Alex, you didn't even help me plan this wedding. Not a single minute of it."
"Not this again," he groans. "Sweetheart, let it go. I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you need to hear?"
Your jaw aches with how hard your teeth grind together as he dismisses you so easily. A deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth steadies you enough to say, "I'm not marrying you."
"Baby, please," Alex says. For the first time, he sounds panicked. "Don't make any rash decisions, alright? Whatever this is, we can work through it. If I lose you, I lose everything."
Maybe he's right. Maybe the stress of the last few months has just caught up to you.
"Okay," you whisper. He breathes a sigh of relief and presses another kiss to your temple.
"I love you," he says. "Everything will be okay after tomorrow. You'll see."
You don't say anything back, and he doesn't wait around for a response. He leaves your suite, the click of the door shutting loud in the late night silence. You stand there for who knows how long, wondering if he's right. Would everything be alright after tomorrow? Could you sweep those lingering feelings for Joel to the side in favor of the life you'd been building for the last few years?
You know what the safe choice is, but is it the right choice?
It's the morning of your wedding day and you've been poked and prodded with makeup brushes and your hair has been perfectly styled for the occasion. Flashbulbs have been going off on the cameras that are documenting your special day, capturing moments like your bridesmaids helping you into your dress and your dad's first look, a handkerchief clutched in his hand as he smiled at you.
For the first time in hours, you're alone in your suite. The makeup artist and hair stylists have packed up and taken their leave and your friends are downstairs, waiting for the limousine. You told them you would be just a minute longer.
A soft knock at your door has you realizing that you may have taken too long and you shout an apology as you rush to answer it. But it's not one of your friends on the other side like you had expected.
It's Joel.
Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him. His hair is styled, curls smoothed and slicked back into submission. His white shirt is a stark contrast to his navy blue tuxedo, matching bow tie tight around his neck. His boutonniĂšre is slightly crooked where it sits pinned to his jacket lapel. He looks you up and down with a small smile.
"You look beautiful," he says. He reaches for your hand, fingers tangling with yours. Never quite folding together, but never quite letting go, either.
"Thank you," you whisper.
"Are you ready?" He asks. You wonder if he knows, if Alex told him or if he can just see it on your face.
"Yes."
It's a lie, one you've been repeating since your alarm went off this morning after a night of tossing and turning. His smile falters, but doesn't drop.
"Good, that's....good," he says. His hand leaves yours, and you feel like you've had an entire unspoken conversation that's left you both defeated. "Lets go get you married."
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Heyo, could you write a oneshot with Sanji and a reader who he thinks is a man? Reader actually dressed like a man and deepens their voice, they used to do it as a defense mechanism on their home island but they've made it a habit and haven't found the right time to break the news to their friends. Maybe after a rough fight, Reader has very bad injuries and Sanji has to take her to Chopper and realizes Reader is a woman,, you can add whatever storyline you want after that, I'm so sorry my brain ain't braining rn and I really liked your Luffy one shot with the kitsune reader đ«¶đœ
(AINT GOTTA TELL ME TWICEEEE)
Sanji x F!Reader
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Sanji x F!Reader who dresses like a boy!, a little suggestive, reader gets hurt, smallll Angst, THATSS ALL FOLKS.
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Long ago before joining the Strawhat Pirates. You dressed up as a man to stay safe on your island. Slowly became a habit. It kept you safe from horrible people but over time it justâŠbecame a part of you.
That habit affected your life on the seas. You see, the crew had different awarenessâs and opinions of your Identity.
Some just didnât care, like Luffy and Chopper because youâre one of the straw-hats who cares about gender! (Aww). Some knew like Nami and Robin. But one didnât know at all which was Sanji.
To be frank you didnât really care and only got a little jealous of the princess treatment the other ladies get from time to time.
Ok you really cared because it wasnât fair they got ice cream while youâre working your BUTT OFF. But not to the point where it caused you to reveal your self as a woman.
So now all of the unfair treatment brings us to here.
âWe are going on a trip with our favorite cool looking ship! Zooming through the seas!â Usopp and Luffy sung together, hold each otherâs shoulders. They laughed and made up songs. Making your trip to the market place of the island insufferable. âUghhhhhhâŠ.â You groaned rubbing your face. âWhy did I have to comeâŠâ you muttered. âBecause itâs your guyâs turn to restock! Maybe control your pal Luffy because eventually, weâll go so hungry the ship will be eaten.â
The cook inhaled smoke from a cigarette and exhaled. âSpeaking of restock, we are going to spilt up. First of allâ âSanji.â âNot now Y/N, Usopp and Luffy will get essentials-â âSanjiiiâŠâ âMe and you will get food-â
âSANJI THEYRE GONE!â You shouted.
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âshit.â
âDammit! We can never have a normal day with those two!â Sanji gritted his teeth as you two wandered around a marketplace. âMaybe they are at a food stall.â You said. âThey better fucking be or else Iâll-â âlanguage!â You shouted.
BOOM!
âThe marines! Pirates!â A woman shouted as she ran. âHurry!â A man screamed. Many people ran and stores were being closed.
You and Sanji stood and watched the chaos. âI guess we gotta cut the shopping trip short..ugh..â
âTake their heads DONT let them get away!âA marine officer headed straight for the pair.
The fight was pretty easy. Just when the last few men stood Sanji dropped some items when blocking a hit. âLeave it!â You yelled annoyed. âNo way! This is for Nami-Swan!â
He turned around to pick it up, now the cook was in the open and a marine soilder swung.
âSANJI!â
SLICE
Silence fell as you landed on the ground. Sanji turned in horror as he looked at you bloodied body on the floor. âY/N..â
You were too tired to see what had happened but you know those marines regretted it. Sanji was carrying you back to Chopper. His heart was pounding, thoughts running through is head. The blonde reached Chopperâs infirmary and demanded immediate attention.
Luckily the injuries werenât that bad and you only passed out from shock. It was a cut right under your chest.(I couldnât write on your chest bc i felt the painđ) The crew was relieved, you were told to stay in bed by Chopper since the wound could reopen. Everyone visited then Sanji came in to bring you food last.
âY/N dinners here.â The cook muttered and place it on the table next to you.
The blankets moved as you stirred awake and sat up, showing the bandages on your body. They covered the upper half of your torso and wrapped nicely around your (tatasđ€Ż)
Sanji jaw dropped as he gawked at your features, eyes going lower and lower. Your eyes, your facial shape, your (melons), your waist. âY/N-chan, youâre a GIRL!! So HOT!â You blushed, his eyes turned into hearts as he swirled.
âBut that meansâŠohâŠIM SO SORRY Y/N-SWANN! HOW COULD I TREAT YOU LIKE SUCH A MONSTER IM SO SORRY I ASSUMED YOU WERE A-â Bonk! âCAN IT MORON!â Nami screamed. âbut!-â Bonk! âY/N! Are you really ok with him knowing?â The orange hair woman asked concerned. âItâs fine with meâŠâ âI WANNA KNOW WHATS UNDERNEATH!â âshut UP!â Bonk!
After a good beating from the Navigator you were chatting with the cook at around 11pm.
âSay..Y/N swan, why do you dress up as a man? Youâre so beautiful this way!â He inquired. âWell, itâs just a habit. I did this a lot for safety in my home islandâ You answered. âWho could make my precious Y/N swan feel unsafe to the point of hiding her beauty!? Iâll kill-â âIt fine Sanji!â You giggled and he melted into a dumb love sick smile.
âIm so sorry for letting my guard down back there! I should have thought first.â Vinsmoke held your hands and stared into your eyes with sorrow. A gentle hand was placed on his cheek. âItâs ok I mean, im alive arenât I? Thatâs all that matters.â He blushed.
âNow I think we should come up with a punishment for Usopp and Luffy for causing this mess right?â You smirked devilishly.
âOH Y/N-SWAN YOUR SO CUTE WHEN YOU MISCHIEVOUS!~~~â The cook yelled at the top of his lungs.
âGET A ROOM!â Zoro shouted from the Crows nest.
âSHUT UP!â Nami screamed.
âFOOD!?â Luffy shrieked.
âSUPPPPERRRRRR!!!!â Franky bellowed.
âThis calls for a song YOHOHO!â Brooked howled
âNOOO!!â Nami yelled in anger and disbelief.
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I WASNT SURE IF U WANTED IT TO BE ACTUALLY DATING LOWKEY SOO- PHEW THAT WAS A LOAD I JUST KEPT ON WRITING AND WRITING TY FOR THE REQUEST ASK AGAIN ANYTIME!!!!
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Cruel Summer [ZCL] (M)
Description: He wants you. Everything to do with you--your heart, your body, all while keeping your friendship. What's a man to do during a 30-day hook up to get you to stay? (This fic is Chenle's POV!)
A/N: this is inspired by 'Cruel Summer' by Taylor Swift, please do listen to this song because it is SO AMAZING.
Genre: Fluff/Smut/Angst (very minimal angst, like u rlly have to squint)
Content Warnings: LOTS OF FLUFF AND SMUT. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK OKAY. Drinking, alcohol, intoxication, some instances of friends being shitty/pushy Smut warnings: this has so much smut oh my god. anyway, use of pet names 'sunshine,' 'baby,' 'pretty,' and combinations of them, rough, unprotected sex, protected sex, choking, the smut rlly progressively gets softer but kinkier? a wee bit of dacrophyilia, one oral scene (m receiving), and i think that's it...i'm so sorry if I missed one this thing is so fucking long
Word Count: 20,050 (seriously wtf did I DO?!)
Pairing: Zhong Chenle x fem!Reader (feat. Mark, Haechan, Jaemin, Jeno, and two female OCs, Chaeyoung & Heewon)
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Day 1 | June 1st
Chenle, for his entire life, had always said summer was his favorite season. As time went on and he got older, that sentiment got less and less real to him. Now approaching his 23rd year of life, heâd been around long enough to know things younger Chenle never wouldâve dreamed of.
Every single summer since high school graduation, Chenle has invited his friends to his familyâs vacation house on the beachâincluding you, his best friend since middle school. Youâd seen him through all his awkward phases, and the best part of his month-long summer excursion was seeing you despite how busy the two of you were throughout the year.
For thirty days, everything was normal. You were around, and he relished in your company.
For thirty days, he was able to forget everything except for you and a handful of other friends.
Not that he could ever not have you at the forefront of his mind. Despite the busy schedules you both endured, you somehow ended up crashing at his house often, or vice versa. He often occupied the other side of your bed and, for a long time, thought it was completely normal despite the very odd reactions some people had when he explained he wasnât your boyfriend.
Nothing had ever happened. At least, not literally. Heâd thought about making a move and kissing you, but he decided it wasnât worth losing your friendship. Throughout your years together, heâd seen you get in relationships, get your heart broken, and break hearts. Youâre comfortable being at your lowest with him, and he builds you back up piece by piece without complaint.
âChenle,â you call from outside, jogging up to the front door. âIs everything in the car? Jaemin and Jeno are almost here.â
He raises his eyebrows as he glances around his house, wondering if heâs forgetting anything. And without meaning to, he scans over you as if he hasnât been around you all day. Your skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat from the overwhelming heat outside, and your shorts climb up your thighs with every passing second, but he swears he doesnât notice.
âI think so. If weâre missing anything, we can just run into town,â he suggests, tagging his fingers on his sides to stop himself from reaching out to you.
Chenle had a little secretâone he hated keeping from you, but had to nonethelessâand it was simply that he was in love with you. It took him years to come to terms with it. After all this time, he accepted it. If heâs around you, the way he acts doesnât have to change in the slightest. Heâs always treated you as more than a best friend, as youâve done to him, so thereâs no reason for him to ruin thatâŠright?
âYou good?â You tilt your head at him. âWeâre wasting time.â
âWe have a whole month,â Chenle retorts.
âAnd youâre taking away from our first day.â Your eyes narrow, but before he responds, you turn your back on him and rush out the door, yelling at who he assumes is Jaemin finally arriving.
The four of you are driving together, while Mark, Hyuck, Heewon, and Chaeyoung were taking Markâs car. Theyâd probably be a bit late, but Chenle didnât mind.
His favorite thing was road tripsâespecially if you were involved. Even when Jaemin and Jeno slept in the backseat, you and Chenle had the radio up, the windows down, and you were singing at the top of your lungs. Your best look is when youâre this happy, yelling lyrics without a care in the world. He shouldnât, but he steals glances at you whenever he can. You sing, looking at him and grabbing his arm and shaking him depending on what songs were on. Giggles pour out of your mouth when he gives you an incredulous look.
The song you replayed the most these days was Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift, and he would never get tired of it. Every time the chorus came on, you swept him up in your performance, and he almost laughed at the way he related to the lyrics.
And I screamed for whatever it's worth
I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?
He wanted more, but he liked you like this. Hands flying into the air as you scream along to the music. Sooner or later, he ends up joining you. Whenever youâre involved, itâs not weird to find Chenle a single step behind you.
Chenleâs family had a large house on the beach. It was split down the middle, and one of his parentsâ conditions was that the boys would stay on one side and the girls on the other. They didnât have a way to prove any different, but everyone respected their rules.
Jaemin and Jeno typically played whatever game console was in the living room while Chenle got to spend a little bit of alone time with you before the rest of the hyper ones got in.
He stands across the kitchen, watching as you unload all of the snacks you brought onto the counter. After a long drive, the sun is setting on the horizon, and the pretty colors reflecting off your skin have him beyond distracted. It wouldnât be weird for him to hug you. Heâs been clingy with you sinceâŠwell, since he first met you.
âYou sure you donât want any help?â he asks.
âItâs just little things.â You shrug, waving him off. âThat drive wasâŠexhausting.â
He laughs, biting down on his bottom lip to stop himself.
âWhat?â You continue taking boxes out of the bags.
âThe drive always knocks you out, but you do the same thing every time anyway.â He takes a deep breath. âIâm gonna sit with Jaem and Jeno. Come out when youâre done?â
You grin at him. âIâll only be a few more minutes. Go ahead.â
He leaves you in the kitchen, the nightfall creeping into the house and making his eyes heavy. His bed calls to him from upstairs, but he wants to wait for you. And he doesnât have a choice but to wait for Mark and the rest of the gang, because theyâll have to have a way inside.
When you join him, youâre equally as tired as him. You slump next to him on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. With your warmth pressed against him, he smiles and wraps his arm around you. Jaemin and Jeno are battling away, sleep not touching them any time soon after the nap they had in the car.
âYou okay?â he whispers, careful not to alert the other two.
Nodding, you curl into him further, sighing into his chest. He hugs you, and somehow, you end up curled into a ball on his lap, head buried in his neck. Your breath tickles his skin, but he doesnât dare disturb you.
He cradles the back of your head, rubbing his thumb on your scalp. When your breathing steadies, he relaxes. Youâre asleep, and if he knows himself at all, heâll be following you in no time. Any time youâre tired after a long day, you curl into him like this, and heâs come to relish in these moments.
His eyes flutter shut, his own exhaustion peeking through. Absent-mindedly, he presses his lips to the top of your head.
âEw,â Jaemin groans, giving Chenle a disgusted look. âThey make rooms for whateverâs going on there.â
Chenle glares at him once, and he purses his lips and turns his attention back to the game.
âSeriously, if you want to go to bed, weâll wait for the others,â Jeno offers. âWe are capable of opening a door.â
Chenle contemplates it for a moment. He knows he should be the one to greet everyone, but the gentle snores escaping you makes him want to cuddle you properly. It wouldnât be the first time one of you âsnuck inâ to the other side of the house and stayed with one another. At the end of the day, he couldnât get enough of you. Your skin is soft beneath his fingertips, and despite everyone knowing how desperately he wants you except for you, he likes to act like itâs a secret.
âAlright,â he mumbles, shifting under you to see if heâll be able to find a way to hold onto you. âMake sure to lock it when they arrive.â
Jeno and Jaemin donât say anything else when he lifts you up and walks you down the hall toward his bedroom. He lays you on his bed first, pulling the blankets back to settle you beneath them.
Youâre so peaceful like thisâface soft, the slightest smile on your lips. He finds himself dragging his thumb along your cheek just to be able to touch you. Youâre perfect to him.Â
He climbs in next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and tugging you against his chest. You hum quietly, subconsciously turning to him and bury your head in his chest. He grins to himself at the feeling, at the idea of you being so accustomed to him that youâll want him even in your sleep.
Kissing the top of your head, he lets out a sigh of content before resting back against his pillow.
Day 2 | June 2nd
The morning together was just like any otherâyou stayed cuddled up until eight came along and the others were whining down the hall about being hungry. Chenle wouldnât ever admit it to anyone verbally, but the reason he likes these vacations so much is because of the privacy he gets with you.
Yeah, all of your friends are there, but theyâre used to the level of clinginess Chenle has with you. His family, on the other hand? If they knew he woke up at 6:30 am and stayed with you wrapped up in his arms for an hour and a halfâŠ
âWe should go help before they burn down the kitchen,â you murmur, sighing quietly.
âThe longer I can stay in bed, the better.â He squeezes you tighter. âFive more minutes.â
You nod in agreement, shuffling closer. His hand rubs up and down your back, gently dragging his nails to help soothe you further. How youâre unaware of his feelings for you is beyond himâheâs always treated you this way. Like youâre the most important person in his life.
BecauseâŠnews flash, you are.
Eventually, the two of you have to get up. Mark and Heewon are in the kitchen, and you immediately deduct that thatâs a mistake. Chenle quickly shoos them from the kitchen, taking over the role of breakfast chef with your help.
While the two of you cook together, he never has to verbally ask you things. Youâre in such harmony, itâs like you know every single move heâs going to make before he does.
âSo,â Jaemin says, sitting down on one of the stools behind the island. âThe girls said they want to go to the bar tonight. You guys down?â
âTonight?â Your eyebrows pinch, and your lips turn downward. âItâs only day two.â
âYeah, weâre trying to maximize our fun time,â Jeno interjects, taking a seat next to Jaemin. âWeâve only got thirty days before we return to the real world.â
âSorry, youâll have to count me out.â You scrunch up your nose. âBut Iâll start doing things tomorrow. I just need to recharge a little more before I go out anywhere.â
Jaemin turns his attention to Chenle, either wanting him to convince you to go, or to see if Chenle will also be staying in.
âSorry, Jaem.â Chenle shrugs. âIâm not leaving her here by herself.â
You appreciatively poke his side, something the other two boys donât see, but it makes his heart flutter nonetheless.
âYou two are only forgiven because of the breakfast youâre making. We expect hangover breakfasts tomorrow, too.â Jaemin crosses his arms over his chest and pouts.
âWeâll see.â Chenle continues chopping the onion, sending a quick smile your way when you finish washing the green peppers and putting them down in front of him.
He figured heâd be used to you by nowâto the feelings heâs harbored for so long. But every time you prove, once again, that you know him just as well as you know yourself, it makes him want you so much more.
Chenle ended up making dinner, too, which was simply microwaving ramen for each person until everyone was content. Mark, Hyuck, Jaem, Jeno, Heewon, and Chaeyoung were all leaving by six, swearing they wouldnât be home too late.
âMake them order pizza or something,â you suggest to him as you dry the dishes he washes. âTheyâre grown adults with money.â
âI kinda like this,â he admits.
âCooking for the same friends youâve been cooking for since 7th grade?â You quirk an eyebrow at him, and he snorts.
âCooking for people in general,â he corrects. âAnd I like that youâre here to help me. Or just here at all.â
âWhy wouldnât I be?â
âOh, I donât know. I didnât mean it like that. Let me appreciate your company, asshole.â He finishes up the last dish and turns the water off before handing it to you.
You hum in response, quickly drying it before setting it in the cupboard where it goes. Turning toward him, you lean the small of your back on the counter while your hands grip the edge. Your gaze scans over him, and he swears he feels his spine twist in the most delicate of ways. He loves when you look at him, and whenever you study him, he wonders what kind of lessons he teaches you.
âThanks for staying back with me,â you say.
âOf course.â He waves you off. âI didnât want to go to the bar anyway.â
âSo, what do we do?â
Chenle chuckles. âNot a clue. The possibilities are endless, I guess.â
âDo you still have that karaoke machine?â You narrow your eyes at him as you await his response.
âIs that even a question? Hell yeah, I do. We can get it set up?â
The smile spreading across your face makes his heart skip, and despite how much he wants to reach out for your hand to pull you down the hall, all he does is gesture to the direction you need to go in.
You clap your hands, quickly following his lead.
This room used to be an office of sorts, but has since evolved now that Chenleâs parents donât come here anymore. The desk has been pushed against the wall next to the TV, and a large couch takes up the majority of the room. A long time ago, he thought itâd be funny to buy a karaoke machine after heâd realized how much he likes to sing, and it just so happened that you felt the same way.
Every time the two of you come here, itâs a must. However, he hasnât had the opportunity to have it be just you. Someone else was always intruding on his time, at least for the past few years.
Part of the reason he fell for you in the first place was because of how similar you were to him. You shared similar interests and passions that he didnât usually find in other people. That, or he wasnât looking once he realized how much he wanted you.
He loves music, and in every piece he hears, he finds you.
You deeply relate to the music you enjoy, and he admires that about you as well. You pick the songs for the evening, and he has no qualms. Heâd rather listen to your picks on repeat than try and go off on his own.
The night starts off easy, some of the songs you pick are classics that you make him do every time. After three songs, you picked Cruel Summer. He knows all the lyrics by nowâhe memorizes everything that comes out of your pretty lips, regardless of if itâs a song or not. Heâll never forget those lyrics for as long as he lives.
Your laugh is so damn contagious. He tries his best to pull that sound from you every chance he gets, but the air around you isâŠbittersweet. These moments are his favoriteâwhere he gets to have fun with you and forget the rest of the world exists. But they also make him want you more, and everything you could give him. He wants to be yours, and nights like these prove to him that youâre not.
Three songs in, and youâre both panting and laughing your asses off. Karaoke is never just singingâno, you dance until your legs feel like theyâll give out. Thatâs Chenleâs number one rule, that itâs never enough to sing the songs. Youâve got to perform them.
But Cruel Summer starts, and he canât help but see the irony of you singing it in his presence. Or him joining you in it.
Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
He sings along, but he quiets himself. Listening to you has become one of his favorite pastimes, so heâll take any opportunity he can. He dances with you, spins you around, and begs any sort of higher power that he can have you like this forever.
And it's new, the shape of your body
It's blue, the feeling I've got
And it's ooh, whoa, oh
It's a cruel summer
It's cool, that's what I tell 'em
No rules in breakable heaven
A gold gleam catches in the dim lighting when he twirls you in a circle, and he grins. He loves when you wear that braceletâwhich is all the time, because heâs got one nearly identical, but yours has his name on it and his has yours.
The chorus makes him move around the room, hyping you up at every chance he has. You laugh through the lyrics, out of breath from the previous songs, too.
So cut the headlights, summer's a knife
I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know
God, he fucking loves you.
The room fades around him while heâs having fun with you, and he wishes he could spend every moment this way. With the excited glow to you, the carefree laughter, the genuine fun.
I'm drunk in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)
Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true
I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate
Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)
As the lyrics pick up, he joins in for real. This part of the song is his favorite, because the next lyrics are exactly what he wants to say to you but canât work up the courage to do it.
And I screamed for whatever it's worth
"I love you," ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?
He imagines hearing those words from you, too full of emotion to keep them in any longer. You yell the lyrics between laughter, throwing your head back and dancing as if youâve been drinking. He watches you so fondly, heâs sure youâll notice.Â
The chorus comes back, and you walk up to him like youâre serenading him, making dramatic hand motions while he laughs at you. His whole body buzzes when youâre like this. When everything else fades away and itâs just the two of you.
I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate
Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)
Something changes. He doesnât notice at first, but your expression changes. The song is about to end, and his heart lurches violently in his chest.
And I screamed for whatever it's worth
"I love you," ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?
He looks at you as the last lyrics pour from your mouth, the wide smile on your face dissipating when you see how close he is to you. Instead of yelling them like you did last time, the words trail off, barely leaving your mouth as a whisper. His chest heaves from the energy expended, yours mirroring his. He feels like heâs on cloud nine, the adrenaline sitting on top of his lungs as his brain malfunctions on what to do next.
Honestly, he doesnât know who does it. Someone leans forward, and your lips are locked. Passion lingers, desperation tugging at his very soul at the feeling of your arms around him. His heart pounds in his ears, almost blocking out how Cruel Summerâs instrumental repeats in the background.
He clenches his fists in the fabric of your shirt, praying, hoping this isnât one of his bullshit dreams. Without any idea how it happened, he relishes in the softness of your mouth, the way you accept his tongue so easily, and the soft moan you let out when he tugs on your bottom lip gently.
He pants harder now, forehead against yours as he tries to figure out what the hell he should do. You should stop. All of this is a mistakeâhe didnât want his first time with you to be like this, where his want makes his pants tighter in record time. The only logical thought in his brain is that damn sound you just made and how he can drag it from you again and again.
Thunder booms in his veins as he pulls you back to him, the second he was without your kiss much too long. You press yourself to him, digging your nails into his shoulders. Itâs almost like he has no control over his actions at the moment, the long-standing need for you clouding his judgment.
The pretty, pretty sound you make when he spins you around and practically slams the small of your back against the edge of his desk has him forgetting everything else exists. Itâs only you. You and how fucking badly he wants you.
He doesnât dare speak a word.
Inhaling sharply, he sweeps his arm across all the miscellaneous junk on top of it, successfully and messily clearing a spot for you to sit. You take the hint, hoisting yourself up on the edge and spreading your legs to give him room.
Heat pulses through the room, sending waves through his body. He wants to peel all of his clothes off, have you naked beneath him, and take you in all the ways heâs dreamed off. The glimpse of your black panties below that damn skirt has him more than ready for you.
You tug him closer, interrupting the way he stares at your core. His cock already strains, begging to be buried inside you. Heâs not sure where the hell this side of him came from, but the dark gleam in your eyes has him forgetting thereâs anything wrong with it.
Sweat already arises on his skin, the mere thought of having you this way enough to send him into a fucking cardiac arrest. Thereâs no time to be timidâhe reaches beneath your skirt to find the hem of your panties, mouths still clashing beautifully.
Without interrupting the kiss, you nod, lifting your hips up so he can rip the skimpy fabric from your body.
Your hands fly down to his pants, and his heart starts doing backflips. Neither of you has said a word, and he thinks for a moment that he shouldâŠjust to make sure heâs what you want. But at the same time, he figures you know as much as he does how this is a long time coming.
âDo youââ
âI need you right fucking now,â you murmur, shaky fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans. âFuck, help me.â
His mouth waters. He wishes he could take his time with you, but having you squirming and asking for him to be inside you makes him crazy. Without wasting another second, he reaches down and pushes his pants down to the middle of his thighs. He gasps when you grab him over his boxers, gripping him like youâve done this exact thing with him hundreds of times.
God, he canât fucking take it anymore. Pushing your back down against the desk, he flips your skirt up to expose your slick entrance to him. One of his hands grips your hip and digs his nails into your skin, and the other pushes his boxers down.
He debates with himself for a second on how he should do this. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, but heâll really fucking explode if heâs not inside you within the next ten seconds. He plans on being good, on giving you a second to adjust to him, but when he gently starts pushing inside you, your wetness gushes around him.
Your walls stretch to accommodate him, and your back arches on the wood, and your mouth falls open, and suddenly he canât control himself. If he gives himself a few seconds to enjoy you while heâs buried so deep, heâll never be able to let you go. Heâll need to be inside all the time, and that doesnât sound much like best friends.
Your moans spill recklessly past your lips, the jolt of his thrusts distorting the sound. Fuck, he loves you, but he never imagined sex could feel this good. You flutter around him, urging his cock to move faster, and he does his best to oblige. The desk slams into the wall over and over again, the sound almost as erotic as the sight before him.
You try and fail to find something to hold onto, and when he sees your friendship braceletâthe one with his fucking name on itâhe loses it. He puts his hand beneath your neck, pulling you up so youâre face to face. Your face is blissed out, eyes barely staying open as he gives you everything heâs got.
His skin is sticky with sweat, the clothes uncomfortably clinging to his back, he reaches between the two of you, growing frustrated that he left your skirt on. He throbs inside you, desperate to reach his end, so gives the fabric a firm tug, and you gape when it rips at the seam. He half-expects you to scold him for ruining a perfectly good outfit, but instead, your hips buck toward his.Â
A tingling sensation forms at the base of his length, and he knows itâs only a matter of seconds before he reaches completion. Without wasting another second, his hand dives between your legs, your arousal making his thumb glide effortlessly across your clit.
Your body shakes, and you lean forward to bury your head in his neck, biting down on his shoulder to contain yourself. He canât hold back his moans, moving just a bit faster and adjusting his angle to increase your pleasure.
âFuck, Chââ
He tangles his fingers in your hair and tugs you back to watch your face.
âFuâClose,â you whine, lifting your hips to match his thrusts. âIâm cuââ
You cut yourself off with a scream of pleasure, and he swears your walls clamp down on him so tightly, his cock will get stuck. His thrusts falter at the overwhelming feeling of your euphoria, and as soon as it hits you, heâs spurting inside you.
He kisses up the side of your neck, barely breathing properly as he regains his composure. His orgasm wracks his body, pulsing throughout his veins and his bones.
You grasp onto him for dear life, and he returns your embrace. His chest is against yours, both hearts pounding.
And then reality sets in. The music returns to his ears, the beat to Cruel Summer still on a loop, and he wonders how closely you relate to the lyrics.
âUm,â you say breathlessly. âWow.â
âThatâŠâ
âHappened.â You nod, a dazed look on your face as you blink past the shock.
He gulps, wishing that best friend telepathy was real at a time like this. How does he respond to that? Did you enjoy it? Are you already regretting it?
âChenle,â you murmur.
âYeah?â
âYouâre stillâŠinside me.â
His face burns, and he quickly pulls out of you, trying not to look at the mess he knows is between your legs. He turns away from you to settle himself back in his pants, and he finds your panties on the ground where he threw them.
He gives them to you, and you awkwardly shuffle off the desk before sliding the fabric back up your legs. But he doesnât want you toâŠwalk away. He wants to take you back to his bed and cuddle you to sleep. To take care of you like he should after such an intimate moment.
Surely, he canât kiss you, can he?
âAre you okay?â he asks.
âSeriously?â You frown at him. âThatâs what you want to ask me right now?â
âI donât really know how toââ
The front door opens, just down the hall as your drunk group of friends arrives back. Your face drops, and you curse under your breath.
âDamn it.â You frantically look around for something to cover your lower half before you go.
Guilt tears at Chenleâs chestânot just because of the ripped skirt, but because it seems like youâre not very happy with your decision. The last thing he ever wanted was to push you into anything. He grabs a blanket from the couch on the other side of the room and hands it to you.
âChenle! (Y/N)!â Jaeminâs hammered voice booms across the house.Â
â(Y/N), can we justââ
âNot now, Chenle.â You shake your head, wrapping yourself up in the blanket and grabbing the split fabric to hide it.
You loop your fingers in his belt loops to tug him close to you, and his jaw drops as he stumbles over. Instead of doing any of the things he wanted you to, you tuck his shirt into his jeans. Heâs about to ask you what youâre doing, but then he feels how soaked it is.
Again, his face is on fire. How the hell is he supposed to do this?
He runs his fingers through your hair to fix the tangles, heart racing. As soon as he takes a step away from you, the door opens. Jaemin pours in without any concern.
âWell,â you say, chuckling. âIâm going to bed. Iâll see you guys tomorrow.â
â(Y/N), waitââ Chenle reaches out to you but decides at the last minute to stop, knowing how much is riding on that damn blanket staying put.
âGoodnight, Chenle.â You glance at him, eyes wide and swirling with something he canât quite put his finger on.
âIt smells weird in here,â Jaemin grumbles as he waddles around the room. âWhy?â
âDunno,â Chenle replies with a grimace. âItâs because youâre drunk. Off to bed with all of us.â
YepâŠexcept heâll be alone, when all he wants is to be curled up with you.
Day 3 | June 3rd
When Chenle wakes up in the morning, heâs pretty sure everything was a dream. He messes with the bracelet latched on his wrist, gulping at the memory of you. How is he supposed to act normally now?
He has to talk to you. Figure out what the hell youâre thinking, because if you regret it, it might break his heart, but heâll know how you feel about him. Youâve told each other stories of previous relationships, hook-ups, whatever just came out randomly. He never imagined heâd be one of those hook-ups.
And now his bed is all too empty without you, and itâs only day three.Â
Images of the night before flash through his mind, and he analyzes everything he sees to try and figure out what he did wrong. If he did something wrong. You almost always sleep next to him, so if this persists, the others will begin to notice, too.
He gets out of bed, hands shoved into the pockets of his pajama pants as he makes his way to the kitchen. Everyone else is awake, the guys and Heewon sitting on the couch. You and Chaeyoung were nowhere to be found, but he tried his best to make it nonchalant. He didnât want everyone to know he messed up with you. That explanation would be hard.
He glances in the kitchen and still doesnât see you or your closest friend (besides him, obviously), so he sighs and sits on the far end of the couch. The awkwardness creeps in, like the whole group secretly knows what you two did. Like theyâre silently judging him for single-handedly ruining your friendship.
âWho shit in your cheerios?â Hyuck asks, shifting forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
âHuh?â Chenle frowns. âNothing happened. Iâm just tired.â
âOh, (Y/N) said you werenât feeling well last night. She and Chaeyoung went to town to grab some medicine or something.â Mark stretches before getting up to go into the kitchen. âShe seemed worried, are you okay?â
Chenle gulps, and he hopes itâs not noticeable. âYeah. Yeah, Iâm okay.â
Thankfully, they continue their conversation. He can relax for a bit, and then when you come back, heâll pull you aside. After all, he wonât let this fester. He needs to talk to youâto find out if you view him any differently since he crossed that line with you. The last thing he wants is for anything to change. He likes your friendship the way it is, but heâs also been so desperately in love with you for so long that hope clings to him like a leech.
The door opens, and his head jolts toward it when he hears your laugh. His hands clench into fists, and heâs halfway certain he looks like a lost puppy right now.
The second you see him, he watches your expression change. Your giggle stops halfway through, and you clear your throat as you give him the same wide-eyed look you gave him last night. He wants to jump up and tell you things donât have to change, maybe even beg you for your forgiveness and say heâll do anything to keep you in his lifeâ
You and Chaeyoung disappear into the kitchen, and Mark comes back in shortly after. Chenleâs getting antsy, his anxiety sparking at the bottom of his spine as his foot taps on the floor. If he jolts up and runs after you, everyone will know something is wrong.
And if they all know, itâs only a matter of time before Jaemin opens his big mouth, and then youâll be forever embarrassed by the idea of sleeping with Chenle, and summer vacations will never be the same.
So he gives you five minutes.
â...need to figure things out.â Chaeyoungâs voice is hushed, standing next to you on the far end of the kitchen.
âYeah, tell me about it. But Iââ You stop the moment you catch Chenle in the room.
âI think Jeno needs me for something,â Chaeyoung mentions, sending a small smile his way before darting out of the room. He sighs. If you told Chaeyoung, youâre probably more freaked out than he thought.
You look down at your feet as he approaches you.
âWe need to talk about this,â he mutters. âI donât like feeling like I fucked up.â
Your gaze darts up to his, your eyebrows furrowed as you scan over his face. âThis isnât really the best place to talk, Le. Any of them could walk in right now.â
âIâm not justâIâm not going to forget about it. It happened, okay? And itâs okay if youâre upset by it and you never want to be near me again, but IâŠI need to know. The silence is killing me.â He realizes it hasnât been that long, but sleeping alone really got to him.
âWhy would you think Iâm upset?â you ask.
âYou practically ran away from me last night. And you usually sleep with me, and you didnât. You didnât even tell me you were going anywhere this morning.â
âI figured youâd know where I was going.â You cross your arms over your chest, glancing away from him.
âHow could I possibly have known?â he inquires.
âChenleâŠâ You let out a small laugh. âYouâŠyou came inside me last night. Chaeyoung took me to buy Plan B.â
His jaw drops as he flounders for words. Cheeks burning, he drops his head into his hands and sighs. âIâm a fucking idiot. I didnât even realize, I was soâIâm so sorry, I donât even know why I would everââ
âRelax.â You put your hands on his shoulders. âI was the one who kissed you. Youâre psyching yourself out, because I donât regret it or anything like that. Actually, IâdâŠkinda like to do it again.â
Alarm bells ring in his head, and his eyeballs feel like theyâre about to pop out of his skull when he looks at you fast enough to give himself whiplash.
âYou want toâŠâ he trails off, lowering his voice. â...have sex with me again?â
âI mean, only if you want to.â You chew the inside of your cheek, fidgeting with your fingers. Quickly, you continue, âObviously, nothing has to change. Like, Iâm not asking you forâŠa relationship or anything. There wonât be any rules. Except the fact that you have toâŠyou know, use a condom, but we could justâŠhave a good summer.â
His heart sinks. What youâre proposing is not what he wants. It further proves to him you donât reciprocate the feelings that led him to his recklessness last night. He shouldnât agree. No, he should say heâd prefer to keep anythingâŠsexualâŠout of your friendship, but God damn it, he was tired of leaving his love on the side. Maybe he canât tell you out loud, but if youâre okay with sleeping with him, heâll show you.
âChenle?â you whisper. âIâm sorry if thatâs too much. You can forget I said anything.â
You scramble to gather yourself before you try to turn away from him. He reaches out and grabs your wrist, tugging you back to him.
âI wasnât expecting that.â He pauses, sighing. âAre you sure, (Y/N)? This could get messy.â
âI know I said no rules, but Iâm a little bit of a control freakââ
âYou act like this is the first time Iâve met you.â Chenle chuckles.
You glare at him before continuing. âAnyway. Nobody can know. I told Chae, but she had to drive me so she doesnât count. Plus, she wonât tell the others. So, we act normal around our friends, okay? And we donâtâŠtalk about it. Things happen as they will, and we wait until at least the end of June to figure things out.â
âIt sounds like youâve put a lot of thought into this,â he admits, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.
âWe donât have to change. But I did like yesterday, and itâs been so long since someoneâs made meââ you cut yourself off, pressing your lips into a line. âYou know what I mean.â
âIâŠYeah, I do know youâve been with trash guysââ
You gently smack his chest, glaring at him. âThat was not permission for a dig.â
He holds his hands up in mock surrender, his heart melting in his chest when he sees the smile spread on your face. Maybe you donât have feelings for him, but you donât hate himâthatâll be enough to get him through this. At least for a while.
âSo, weâre good?â You look up at him.
Heâs no match for you. Not in any case or situation. His heart belongs to you, and it tears him apart piece by piece to know yours isnât his.
âOf course, weâre good.â He nods, pulling you in for a hug and sighing in relief. âWe can do whatever you want to do.â
âOh, but that sounds like you donât want to.â You cringe, but he laughs.
âThis is kind of new territory, you know. If I didnât want to, I wouldnât have done it the first time.â God, but he wants so much more. He wants all of you, not just momentary flings.
You pull back from him, your gaze gleaming. âAnd how long have you wanted to do that?â
âIâll have to get drunk before I tell you the answer to that.â He snorts. âLetâs go back out there before they realize how long weâve been in here.â
The rest of the day was uneventful to say the least. Chenle was happy to have you back at least in your normal friendship way, so he just enjoyed the way you put your legs over his lap and rested your head on his shoulder.
He didnât feel awkward around the group like he expected to be, but it wasnât until later in the night when it really set in. With the two of you in his bedroom, the door closed (and locked).
Watching you closely, heâs dying to reach out and touch you. Heâs not sure if itâs normal urges he always felt or if theyâre new, from the way he had you just yesterday. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he fidgets with his hands.
âYou donât have to be awkward,â you mention to him as you pull your shirt over your head.
Heâs not a stranger to seeing your body. Youâve never been uncomfortable changing with him in the room, and he does the same with you. He almost laughs to himself at the thought of seeing you more naked beforehand than while you had sex. His mind races, and when you reach behind your back for the clasp of your bra, his face heats up and he averts his gaze.
It doesnât matter what he agreed toâit doesnât feel right to look at you in a state like this without your permission.
Once youâve pulled one of his T-shirts over your head, you walk over to him, nestling yourself between his legs. He gulps as he looks up at you. Your finger traces along his jaw, eyes scanning over his face.
âNormal, right?â he whispers, gripping the back of your thighs.
âTotally normal.â You nod.
âBut I still canâŠkiss you? If I feel like it?â His voice almost fails him, his heart lodged in his throat.
âWhen weâre alone, you can do whatever you want.â
Your words make his heart stop in his chest, and he realizes the implications of this. If heâs fallen completely for you without kissing, sex, and the intimacy of those physical aspects, what will it be like when he gets you whenever he wants?
âI want it, too.â You cup his cheeks and tilt his head up.
âAnd if itâs just kissing?â he asks. âWhat if thatâs all I want right now?â
âWhatever you want,â you reassure him. âIâm not expecting you to want sex every night, you psycho.â
âCâmere.â He pulls you closer, one of his hands grasping the nape of your neck. The initial brush of your lips against his has his breath shuddering. Heâs not prepared for any of this. It hasnât really sunk in yet, but the way your mouth tastes has every sense in his body heightened.
He curses under his breath when you climb on top of him and straddle his lap. It still feels like heâs taking advantage of you like thisâyou donât know his true feelings, so how could he do this to you?
âChenle.â You sigh and halt your movements. âIf this is too weird for you, we donât have toââ
He shakes his head, hands immediately flying to your ass and pushing you closer to him. His length is beginning to harden, and he moves you to make sure you feel it through his shorts.
âIâŠwant you.â He squeezes, making your hips roll.
âThen whatâs going on?â you ask.
âI just need to get used to it,â he replies. âTo acknowledge how much IâŠIt just feels kinda like Iâm dreaming.â
âWhy?â
âYouâŠâ His cheeks are so hot, he thinks theyâll burn off. âI never thought youâd want me like this.â
You chuckle, and much to his dismay, climb off his lap and get into bed. âLittle do you know, I was thinking the same thing.â
He yearns to reach out to you, to pull you back to him, but instead, he lets out a sigh and takes his spot next to you. The last thing he needs to do is push you. Heâd walk on eggshells if he had to, if only it meant he could keep whatever fragile intimacy occurring between you.
He wraps his arm around your waist, taking a deep breath as you turn toward him and bury your head in his chest.
And after you fall asleep, heâs still up through the night, trying to figure out if thereâs any chance of this ending in his favor.
Day 5 | June 5th
He wants you.
Everything inside him burns at the thought of your agreement, and he needs to pull you away from your friends and have his way with you. He tells himself over and over again that patience is key, but he canât stand it.
The last few days were uneventfulâwell, as uneventful as they could be when it came to his newfound physicality with you. He thinks of kissing you in front of everyone, showing all of them where his head has been since the second night at this damn place.
How is he so needy after three days?
In closed quarters, you kiss him, hug him, grind on him, heâs sure his head is going to explode any moment. The night at the bonfire is coming to a close, but not fast enough.
â(Y/N)!â Mark calls out from the waterâs edge. âHow much money for you to jump in?â
You let out a loud ha! and shuffle away from Chenle. The air is warm, so he knows youâll be okay, but heâs also concerned by how much heâs interested in seeing your body soaked withâ
Hyuckâs hand smacks Chenleâs chest, causing him to cough and shoot a glare at the other man. âWhat the hell?â
âWhy are you staring like that?â Hyuck asks. âNervous Markâs gonna steal your girl?â
âSheâs not my girl.â He has to force the words out. After all, he doesnât really believe themâŠ.or want to. âIâm just tired.â
Donghyuck lets out a childish chuckle, putting his beer bottle to his lips and chugging the rest of it. Chenle sips his own drink, returning his grumpy stare to you. Youâre laughing uncontrollably as you climb out of the water, soaked from head to toe. Your head falls back as you hit Markâs arm, barely able to contain yourself from whatever Donghyuck made him miss.
Youâre barely lit by the firelight, but Chenleâs never seen someone so beautiful. Fooling your friends wonât be hardâhe knows damn well heâs always acted the same way around you that he does now, and he certainly has been this clingy since day one. You give him one of your award-winning grins, and before he can object, you flop yourself down on his lap, cackling evilly as the water soaks through his clothes, too.
â(Y/N), what the hellââ Chenle attempts to push you off, but you push yourself into him further.
âIâm soaked.â You donât stop giggling, but Chenle hates the way he reacts to those words.
His face flames, and before you understand what happened, he pushes you from his lap so youâre sitting next to him on the chair. You look at him inquisitively, and he ignores you with another quick drink.
Music plays from the speakers. You get up to switch the song since your phone is the one set up. Itâs only at that moment he realizes you know exactly what youâre doing. Cruel Summer plays, and every inch of his body catches on fire.
His throat dries, and you look at him over your shoulder.
Despite every muscle in his body craving for him to approach you and pull you back into the house, he gets up to grab another bottle instead. The night is going to drag, and heâs almost guilty for how heâs thinking. Heâs supposed to be here and enjoying the summer with his friends, and all he wants is to be alone with you.
Pushing you to the back of his mind, he tries to engage more in conversations with the group. He gets into a somewhat heated discussion with Jaemin about global warming, and when you take your spot next to him, he naturally puts his arm around you as you lean into him.
âCan we go to bed?â you ask him, lips brushing his ear. âIâm tired.â
âWe should wait,â he replies, taking in the rest of the group. âJust a bit longer, okay?â
You whine quietly but nod, putting your head on Chenleâs shoulder. Heâs itching to drag you to his bedroom, but he wants things to be as normal as possible. The two of you rarely cut the party short, and on top of that, heâd prefer to know where everyone else was before he started touching you.
Itâs only another ten minutes before Heewon decides sheâs done for the night. Chenle nearly sighs in relief.
Everyone agrees to head in, and you all casually separate with a quick goodnight. As soon as Chenleâs door closes behind him, he sighs and runs his fingers through his hair.
âYou okay?â you ask him, turning him to face you. âYouâve been off all day.â
He shakes his head, chewing on his bottom lip as he examines you. âYouâŠyou said you wanted this, and Iâm kind of confused. If you act the same, how do I know when youâŠyou know.â
Your eyes gleam as you smile at him. The sight alone has his heart doing somersaults, and he suddenly wishes he could take the question back. Heâs tired of wonderingâhe needs to figure out what all of this means.
âYouâre so cute, Lele,â you tease him. âHow are you supposed to know when I want you? Always. Iâve been waiting for you to initiate because you seemed a little uncomfortable, so I didnât want to push you.â
âSo, all I need to do is tell you when IâmâŠâ He cringes at himself. âThis is weird.â
You move closer to him and sling your arms over his shoulders. âExactly. All you have to say is that you want me, and Iâm yours.â Your voice is so soft and sweet, it caresses his ears and flows into his brain, and his senses become overrun by you.
âI do. Right now.â Is all he says before he swallows his nerves and connects his mouth with yours. You gasp against him, startled at the sudden movement, but within seconds, return his gesture.
His hands move to the small of your back and press you as close as possible, his lips working messily against yours. He wastes no more time; walking you backward, he lets you fall back onto the mattress.
Settling himself between your legs, he takes a second to look at youâto study your face and the look in your eyes thatâs never really changed. He wonders how long youâve wanted him for. Your thighs part to welcome him perfectly, sighing when he rolls his hips tentatively.
âThis,â he whispers, lips grazing your neck. âThis is how it shouldâve been the first time.â
His nerves seep away when your body shudders beneath his. Your hair is still slightly damp, clinging to your skin and enticing him further. He grinds his hardening length over your core and kisses you gently.
âYou have to be quiet,â he continues. âJaemin and Jeno are right down the hall.â
You nod, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him back to you. âI know. Iâll be good, Lele.â
He gapes for a moment, not used to words having such an effect on him. Gulping, he reaches up and runs his thumb along your bottom lip.
âThatâs right,â he confirms. âBe a good girl for me and you wonât regret it.â
Your gaze gets a shade darker, and the thought of what awaits him beneath your clothes overwhelms him completely. You grab at his shirt, attempting to pull it off his body. He moves back to remove it, and then youâre arching your back to allow him to do the same to you. Sitting on his knees, he moves his hands up your body until theyâre squeezing your breasts through your black lace bra.
âCan Iââ
âYou donât have to ask, Chenle.â You cup his cheeks, lifting his head so he sees you. âI trust you.â
Heâs uncomfortably hard at this point as he takes your shorts off you. Your panties match your bra, and he swears heâs never been closer to finishing in his pants. Nobody has ever made him weak like you do. Theyâve never appealed to him in the same way, a way of adoration and love and all the beautiful things life has to offer.
You sit up to unclasp the material supporting your chest, tossing it across the room. Everything inside Chenle melts. You, in this vulnerable state, staring at him impatiently as he pushes you back against the mattress.
He dips down, taking your nipple in his mouth. A quiet sigh of pleasure escapes your lips, and his hips buck against yours. He grinds against you as if heâs already thrusting in and out, and he groans at the thought of your wetness all over him.
His nails drag up and down your thigh, and as he pulls away from your breast to move to the other, a strand of saliva follows. The sight is far more erotic than he imagined, and he grips your thigh harshly.
âKiss me,â you ask him. âPlease.â
And someone like him could never deny someone like youâhe lunges upward to capture your mouth, his tongue battling with yours as he moves his hand to the hem of your panties. He pulls away for a second, glancing at you once for confirmation.
You nod, almost frantically, and he decides itâs okay to let go for tonight. You want him as badly as he wants you, so why should he hold back? He curses under his breath the second he feels your arousal on his fingertips.
At first, he teases you, running his finger up your entrance until heâs brushing your clit. He smirks at the way you squirm beneath him, desperate for his touch. Heâs the one you want.
âAsk me nicely,â he hums against your neck. âBe good and tell me you need me.â
âGod, Chenle,â you whine, rocking your hips. âPlease touch me. I need you so bad.â
His own eyes nearly roll into the back of his head when he pushes two fingers inside of you. You grip him so tightly, he wonders how you took him so well just a few nights before. Heâd been an asshole and got right to it instead of working you up.
Your breaths turn into whimpers, and your walls quiver around him. Heâs already lost in you, in the way you feel on his fingers and the scrunch of your face as you try to hold back the noises youâre desperate to make. He didnât think heâd ever be able to fall for you more than he already has, but tonight, he learns that falling in love is not linear, and it doesnât stop.
Tonight, he finds out that itâs a free fall into the deepest ocean, and the only option is to sink further in the water and let the waves take him.
He swallows your quiet moan, positioning his thumb on your clit as he continues his descent into madness. Your walls begin to tighten, so he instinctively kisses you, using his hand to help you ride out the high thatâs sending shivers down your body. You squirm beneath him, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip.
âWhere are the condoms?â he asks you.
Still dazed, you blink a couple times. âUh, IâŠtheyâre in the nightstand I think.â
He kisses your cheek, irritated at the coldness when he moves away from you. Sighing in relief once he finds the box, he opens it and tears one away from the rest. He tries to swallow his nerves, but when he sees you resting on your elbows, waiting for him, he halts.
This is you.
The one heâs always been able to be himself around, and what if heâs ruining it by thinking with his dick?
âI know that look.â You lift yourself off the bed and approach him, grabbing the wrapper from him. âWe donât have to do this, you know.â
âI want to,â he says, wetting his lips. âI want you, but I donât want to lose you.â
You frown, shaking your head and pulling him closer. âIt doesnât matter how this goes, Le. Youâll never lose me. I promise.â
I love you almost slips, but he holds it back. But God, heâs sure heâs never loved you more.
You reach down to push his shorts and boxers down before guiding him back. He sits on the edge of the bed, gripping your hips and refraining from yanking you onto his lap and sliding his cock in.
When you open the condom wrapper, his heart is about to jump out of his chest. And then youâre putting it on him, pushing your panties to the floor, climbing onto his lap to straddle him, and rubbing his tip against your entrance.
Itâs like time stops as you sink down on his length. Moonlight flits in through the windows, illuminating your body and your skin and the subtle eye roll. He canât breathe. Every time he tries, his lungs fail him, as if youâre drowning him with everything you have.
He wraps his arms around you, your chest pressing to his as he slowly, slowly guides you down on him. You both sigh together, trying not to alert your friends down the hall.Â
âYouâre amazing,â he mutters, dazed. âFeels so fucking good.â
You drop your head onto his shoulder, your uneven breaths fanning across his skin. He rocks his hips, but your tightness almost makes it hard for him to move. This time, he doesnât want to rush. He wants to enjoy all you have to offer and take his time with youâmake love to you, really.
âHold on, baby,â he whispers, wrapping you in his arms. âGonna turn us over.â
He does just that, the clench of your walls on his cock enough to make him delirious. After you shift to get comfortable, he intertwines his fingers with yours and pushes your hand deep into the mattress next to your head.
With his chest brushing yours, he moves, taking his time in pulling out only to push back in. Your head falls back against the mattress, your eyes closing. You squeeze his hand as hard as you can, doing your best to lift your hips to match his thrusts.
The room is full of moonlight, soft pleasure, and the sound of him pushing into your dripping entrance.
He whispers praises in your ear, telling you how good you make him feel and how you take him so well. The slickness of sweat makes your bodies stick together, and the room gets hotter and hotter the longer heâs seated deeply inside you.
The first time he had you, he barely had time to process what happened. This time, heâs basking in the moment, giving you gentle kisses over your face as he keeps a steady pace. He wants to stay here like this forever, but he knows better than to let that thought run rampant in his head.
He releases your handâwhich ends up in his hairâas he reaches between the two of you and presses his fingers to your clit. You whine a little louder than you should, so Chenle silences you with his mouth. The position is a bit awkward for him, but the buck of your hips makes sure thatâs the last thing on his mind.
Your body shudders beneath him, moans spilling into his mouth for him to swallow and keep for his own. He thrusts a little faster, eager to bring you to your edge and experience your pleasure for himself.
You whisper his name like a mantra, euphoria quickly claiming you as you drag your nails down his back. In the midst of that feeling and your walls clamping around him, he bursts into the condom, cursing under his breath.Â
Despite his dry throat, he manages to kiss along your neck while attempting to regain his breath.
âThat,â he tells you. âIs how it shouldâve been.â
âFeel free to do it like that all the time.â Your tired giggle fills his ears.
He squeezes your thigh gently as he pulls out of you, ready to groan at the loss. You lay there with a smile on your face as he disposes of the condom in the adjoining bathroom. When he returns to you, heâs surprised to find you under the blankets on your side.
When he raises an eyebrow at you, you shrug. âYou can get dressed if you want. Iâm too tired.â
He doesnât answer. Instead, he climbs into bed next to you and pulls you close to him. Your skin is damp with sweat, but heâs sure his is worse. He kisses the top of your head, and just like so many nights before, he hums songs for you until you fall asleep.
Day 6 | June 6th
In the night, you curled further into him. His eyes are closed, but heâs been up for a while. Fingers trailing up and down your spine, he thinks heâs reached his peak. The summer sun amplified through the window warms his skin, but more importantly, it illuminates you and the softness of your features as you sleep.
The brightness blinds him, but he doesnât mind. Not when his focal point is you.
He made love to you last night. All of his feelings were delivered to you on a silver platter and, just for a brief moment, he thinks he saw it back from you. Like thereâs a part of youâhowever smallâthat wanted him the same way.
The sound of a door opening and closing down the hall wakes you, and you wrap your arm around him tighter.
âThis is nice,â you murmur, kissing the base of his neck.
âI think so, too.â
âDo we have to get up?â You shake your head as if answering your own question.
He chuckles. âIt might look weird if we donât.â
âI need to shower.â You shift onto your back and run your hands down your face.
He uses the opportunity to move over you and kiss down your neck, finding your pulse quicker than it should be after just waking up. Nipping your skin to stop his smirk, he inhales your scent.
âYou could always come with,â you offer, running your fingers through his hair.
âNow, thatâll be obvious.â He chuckles and pulls away from you, removing himself from the blanket as he stretches. When he looks back at you, youâve already grabbed his T-shirt from the ground and are in the process of putting it on. He gets a brief glimpse of you. Slamming his eyes shut, he assumes nothing good will come of seeing your naked image in his mind over and over again.
The bed dips behind him as you climb over, draping your arms over his neck and kissing his cheek. âYou should do it anyway.â
He snorts and pushes you away jokingly. With your signature grin plastered on your face, you make your way into the bathroom and shut the door behind you. Once he hears the water starting, he drags himself over to his bag to get dressed. He decides on a pair of sweatpants and a black T-shirt, and on his way out of the room, Jeno is also heading for the kitchen.
Chenle avoids his eyes as much as possible, wondering if any of his escapade with you last night was audible for him or Jaemin. Chasing the thought out of his head, he goes straight for the water bottles in the fridge.
âWhereâs (Y/N)?â Mark asks, eating the watermelon Chaeyoung cut up a couple days back.
âSheâs in the shower,â Chenle replies nonchalantly, unscrewing the cap and taking a drink.
âYou didnât want to join her?â Heewon laughs from the side as she butters her toast.
He narrows his eyes in her direction. âAnd why would I do that?â
âWell, you guys do everything else together,â she replies.
That earns her a cackle from Hyuck, but Chenle shakes his head.
âWe donât do everything else together.â
âRight, you guys are just dating without the benefits of getting off.â Mark pretends to be lost in thought.
Chenleâs heart twists violently in his chest, nearly lurching him forward. He wants everything from youâanything you want to give him, heâd take without hesitation. Heewon scolds Mark quietly and smacks his arm, because apparently that was what was too far.
He half expects Jeno to pipe up and expose exactly how opposite your relationship with Chenle is now, but he stays silent. Hopefully, that means Jaemin and Jeno heard nothing from last night. Your sounds were for Chenle and Chenle only, and a part of him felt glory in that.
The teasing from the friend group never bothered him before, but with this new side of your relationship, he let the words sink in deep.
How exactly was he going to make it out of this unscathed?
Day 8 | June 8th
Both of you knew it was risky, but something about you had him bent way out of shape. The group was doing their yearly ice cream run in less than an hour, and all he cared about at the moment was being inside you.
He put you on the bathroom counter, your body next to falling off it if he wasnât holding onto you so tightly. Without much warning, he enters you completely with one thrust. His hand covers your mouth, capturing the moan spilling past your lips. Your eyes roll back, and he swears that sight alone is almost enough to get him off.
You murmur his name against his palm, head lolling back.
âSorry, Sunshine.â He nips your earlobe as he rocks his hips gently to help you adjust to his size. âWeâve gotta be fast.â
ââM good,â you say, gripping tightly onto his shoulders.
He takes the hint, beginning his movements a bit quicker than he normally would. Even though he hasnât had a drop of alcohol in days, the world sways around him as if heâs drunk. Youâre whatâs intoxicating him, and in the moments where youâre connected, he feels like heâs on cloud nine.
One hand rests on the small of your back, and the other stays on your mouth, desperate to finish but needing you to stay quiet. Whenever he thinks of being with you in this way, he tries to fuck you in the ways you deserveâmake you feel so good youâre dreaming about it long after youâre doneâbut both of you are far too desperate right now to consider anything like that.
Your nails leave angry red crescents in his skin, but it only spurs him faster. His hips rutt against yours, his body craving the complete euphoria heâs only ever been able to accomplish with you.
His gaze meets yours, and he finds your eyebrows furrowed. Since heâs got such a firm grip on you, you move one of your hands and slide it down your body, watching him closely as if heâs going to stop you.
As soon as your fingers find your clit, you groan and your walls flutter around his cock. He curses, and his next sharp thrust has you whining.
âIâm soâŠâ you trail off, body nearly falling limp in his grasp.
But just before you reach your high, the bedroom door opens, and thereâs approximately two seconds before whoever walks in sees inside the bathroom. The next curse that falls from his lips is for two reasonsâone, because all he needed was another minute, and he wouldâve reached his high. Two, because he now has to figure out a way to make this look like anything except what it is.
He pulls out of you, readjusting your panties and guiding you off the counter before he tucks his painfully hard cock back into his sweats, condom and all.
â(Y/N)âs sick,â he calls out. âGive us a few minutes and weâll come out okay? Sheâll kill me if I let you see her like this.â He moves over to the door and closes it, locking it before whoever it is can see the mess youâve turned him into.
âOh, be fucking for real,â Chaeyoungâs voice says. â(Y/N), are you really sick? Or are you twoââ
You breathe a sigh of relief when you hear her. Instead of letting Chenle answer, you pull your shirt down to cover yourself before cracking the door open.
âIâm okay. Weâll be out in like, two seconds.â
âYou horny bitch.â Chaeyoung purses her lips. âCanât stay off his dick for five minutes.â
Chenle feels his insides churning at that comment. For a moment, heâs sure sheâs being serious, but then both of you burst into laughter, and Chenleâs blood cools.
âWe wouldâve been out already if you hadnât interrupted us.â You pinch your fingers together. âI was this close.â
âAre you at least using condoms?â she asks in a hushed voice, turning the tips of Chenleâs ears bright pink.
âYes, mom, now if you could go, I need to put some actual clothes on.â You shoo her away.
âThe guys want ice cream. No dick until later,â she tells you, laughing as she walks out of the room.
You let out a sigh and close the door again, biting down on your bottom lip as you look at Chenle.
âSorry, we donât really have TMIs, so sheâŠâ You clear your throat.
âNo, thatâsâŠthatâs good that you have someone to talk to about all of this thatâs not me,â he says, walking up to you to put his hands on your hips and tug you close. âYou think sheâll be mad if I justâŠâ
He turns you so your back is to his chest, lips latching onto your neck as his touch trails down to the hem of your panties.
âIâd hate to leave you hanging when you were this close.â He tongues along your pulse, skimming below the hem of your panties.
âYouâd better make it quick, Lele.â You lean your head back on his shoulder. âSheâll kill us.â
He grins smugly at the invitation, allowing his fingertips to graze lower until he finds your clit. Youâre still soaked from being robbed of your high, so your body jerks at the sensation. He grinds against your ass, proving to you how badly he wants to be inside you.
âT-this is going to be embarrassingly fast.â You pant, rocking your hips back and forth. âI need more.â Your hands grip the edge of the countertop, pained whines escaping you.
He moves faster on your clit, and before heâs able to comprehend whatâs happening, you squirm and bite down on your hand to stop your noises.
âLook at yourself, baby,â he whispers, his other hand sliding up to your throat to guide your face toward the mirror. âLook at how fucking good you look when Iâm touching you.â
You inhale sharply, moving your own hand up to his to press his fingers in around your neck. He rubs you faster, taking his own initiative in squeezing you to control your breathing. Looking up at your reflection, he almost starts drooling at the sight of what heâs doing to you.
Your whines turn into breathless wheezes, and seconds later, you part your lips to let out a silent scream of pleasure as your insides clench around nothing.
He slows his circles to help you come down from your high, showering your shoulder and neck with kisses.
âAlright,â he whispers, retracting his touch from you. âWeâd better get going.â
âBut you didnâtââ
âYouâll make it up to me later.â He kisses you one last time. âYou look so fucking sexy when Iâm touching you.â
âKeep talking like that and weâll never make it out of this bathroom,â you warn him.
Youâre doing it on purpose.
Every year, the group goes to the same place for ice cream. Chenleâs been coming here ever since he was a young boy, but itâs been at least 5 years since he started bringing the rest of your friends, too. They have new experimental flavors, and itâs his mission to try all of them.
So, of course, he chooses one, and you choose a different one. The two of you are meant to be acting normally, but the way your lips close around his spoon has his mind spiraling. Not to mention how you make eye contact with him, and that damn gleam in your gaze is enough to make his cock jump in his pants.
How did he ever live without being inside you before?
âHey, guys.â Chaeyoung tosses her arms over the two of you, grinning widely before lowering her voice. âIf you donât want people to know, youâre doing an awful job. Youâre looking at each other like you ingested the worst Harry Potter love potion imaginable.â
The word love throws him off track, and he quickly takes his spoon away from you and side steps to run his fingers through his hair. He has no idea whatâs gotten into him. Usually, heâs pretty good about this kind of stuff. And to be honest, before he started messing around with you, he wasnât nearly as horny as he is now.
No, because now, he feels like he needs to be touching you constantly, and if heâs not, heâs wasting valuable time.
He tries his best to shove those thoughts to the back of his mind. At some point, youâll have to go back to being just his best friend. It pains him that this canât be forever, but at the end of the day, he has you. Whether or not itâs completely is a different story.
Everyone takes their usual table outside, and you sit between him and Chaeyoung. The guys converse, the girls laugh over something, but Chenle isnât joining either conversation. Worry sinks deep in his gut instead. He wonders if itâs okay for him to be as nonchalant about the two of you having sex as he is.
Youâre his best friend. Regardless of his feelings toward you, he shouldâve done the mature, right thing and declined this offer.
But heâs in too deep now, and all it takes is one wide smile from you to tilt the earth on its axis.
For the next couple hours at this ice cream parlor, things are back to normal. He suppresses his urges the way he always has. His mind lingers on you, especially when your voice and your laugh echoes in his ears, and this timeâŠ
This time, he knows what he has to do.
Day 15 | June 15th
âOkay, this is getting ridiculous.â You close his bedroom door behind you and cross your arms over your chest. âWhat the hell has gotten into you?â
âWhat are you talking about?â he asks, frowning.
âDonât play stupid.â Your foot taps anxiously on the ground. âOne week, weâre all over each other, and now youâve barely even touched me since Chaeyoung almost walked in on us. Is that whatâs going on? Youâre weirded out that she knows things about us?â
âUs.â He scoffs, tugging his fingers through his hair. âWhat us, (Y/N)?â
You visibly recoil, hurt playing out on your face as Chenle instantly regrets his words. Even then, heâs not going to back down from this.
âYouâre starting to piss me off.â
âIâŠI donât want sex.â He shrugs.
You wet your lips and narrow your eyes, trying to comprehend what he means by that. âThatâs justâlike, thatâs okay. I donât want you to feel like you have to have sex with me, Le, but if our friendship is going to survive this, I need you to be honest and open with me.â
âThe sex isnât the problem.â
âOh.â Your voice waivers, and he immediately wishes he never opened his mouth. A short laugh of disbelief escapes you.
âItâs not you, either,â he quickly adds, grabbing onto your hand. âItâs really not. IâŠI still need my best friend, though. And it feels like Iâm losing that side of you because things are changing. You said nothing would change.â
âI havenât changed,â you tell him. âEverything I do is exactly what Iâve done last year or the year before that. Iâve been teasing you a little, yeah, but I thought you liked it. Am I an idiot?â
Chenleâs chest deflates. âNo. No, youâre not an idiot. Iâm an asshole.â He pulls you to his chest and cradles the back of your head. âIâm sorry. Iâve been acting like a little kid. All I want is my best friend, and Iâm scared that after all of this is over, Iâm gonna lose you. I donât know how to live without you. You know that.â
âYouâd only have to worry about ruining our friendship if the dick was bad.â Despite the thickness of your voice, your humor breaks through.
He snorts and pushes you away, rolling his eyes. âDude, for real?â
âIâm just being honest.â You tug on his arm, and for a moment, he sees a glimpse of your previous friendship.
Maybe everything can work out.
âAs your best friend, I think we should watch that movie with Mark and Chae.â You grab his hand and play with his fingers.
âOkay.â He nods. âYeah, Iâd like that.â
Thatâs how he ends up curled up with you on the couch, your back pressed to his chest and snuggled up with a blanket. He feels at peace for the first time in a long time, the steadiness of your breathing almost enough to lull him to sleep. The screen plays some sort of superhero movie, but heâs not too interested in it. Heâs more interested in the way a small sound tumbles from your lips as you turn toward him.
He holds you close, smiling to himself at the warmth you create. When he glances back up, he meets Chaeâs gaze. The woman scans over the two of you, her expression warm. Chenle thinks he imagined it for a moment since heâs so tired, but Chae gives him a thumbs up and turns back to the screen.
Day 16 | June 16th
âChenle, can I talk to you for a minute?â Chaeyoung asks, leaning on the archway leading into the kitchen.
You went with Heewon and Jaemin to the store, so he had nothing to do otherwise. He nods and follows her into the other room. Grabbing the orange juice from the fridge, he tiredly gives her all of his attention.
âWhatâs up?â
âI saw the way you looked at her yesterday,â she begins, tapping her fingernails against the carpet. âSo either you know how you feel or youâre in denial, but you need to tell her. One or both of you are going to get hurt by the end of this if youâre not honest with each other.â
âI appreciate the advice, Chae, but Iâm not sure you have all of the facts.â Chenle crosses his arms over his chest.
âAnd what am I missing?â she asks.
âHonestly, you may know some things, but youâll never know all of it,â he replies. âItâll never be an easy situation to digest, but weâre best friends. Weâre mature enough to handle this.â
âYou realize if this all falls apart, itâs going to fuck up the rest of the group, too?â She frowns. âYou guys arenât really thinking this through.â
Right when Chenle goes to answer her, the front door opens, and he hears your conversation with Heewon spill through the house.
âThanks for your concerns.â Chenle nods once before turning around to find you.
Day 17 | June 17th
Chenle throws his head back, hand tangled in your hair as you take his cock in your mouth. He sits on the edge of the bed and you kneel before him, drooling over his length. Your moans vibrate around him. This is the first time youâve sucked him off, but heâs already found out this is as addicting as everything else.
âThatâs it.â He allows his eyes to flutter shut and his eyebrows furrow the closer he gets. âYou always take my cock so well, Sunshine.â
You whine, and his hips buck, slamming his tip into the back of your throat. You constrict around him, and his grip on your head tightens. God, he canât fucking think straight around you. Your nails dig into his thighs, and despite choking around him, you continue bobbing your head up and down.
The base of his length starts to tingle, and he tugs your hair gently. âGonna cum, baby, you donât have toâfuck.â
Your response is to simply hollow your cheeks, the lewd sounds around the two of you almost loud enough to make him worry about others hearing it. The suction from your mouth has him approaching his high rapidly, and once you reach up to touch his balls, he cums in white spurts deep in your throat.
Day 18 | June 18th
âChenle,â you whisper, leaning closer to him.
The summer wind brushes past the two of you sitting on the little porch connected to his bedroom. Itâs the middle of the night, and the only thing covering you is a soft blanket. He has his own, but he regrets that. He wants to be wrapped up with you. The waves crash to the shoreline, the salty, ocean scent infiltrating everything around him.
âYeah?â
âThis is my favorite summer,â you tell him.
âMe too.â He squeezes your arm. âIâd stay just like this forever if I could.â
You make him open his arms before shifting yourself onto his lap and covering him with your blanket as you grind your bare body down onto his.
âWhatâs the likelihood they hear us out here?â you ask, leaning in to kiss along his neck.
âTheyâve got a better chance of hearing us inside than thisâŠâ he trails off, wondering if he should really allow something like this to happen.
But soon enough, you kiss him for real. And when your lips are working on his, heâs inherently weak for you. It doesnât take long for his cock to harden, and once it does, you line him up with your entrance.
âWe donât have a condom,â he chokes out, gripping your ass.
âPull out when youâre about to cum, then,â you tell him. âIf thatâs okay?â
His hand finds the nape of your neck, pulling your mouth to his to seal his fate with a kiss. He guides you down on his cock, groaning at the feeling of taking you raw. You donât even give yourself time to adjust, instead working your way through your sensitivity by bouncing on him.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful,â he reminds you. âLook at how well you take my cock.â
Heâs learned so much about you during this short time, but he loves knowing what makes you crumble within minutes. His fingers wrap around your throat, and as he puts the perfect amount of pressure, your eyes roll and your hips work faster.
He tightens his grip, and your whine is interrupted. You show him no mercy, lifting and falling with such precision he wants to fill you up with his load.
The blanket is secure on your grip draping off of Chenleâs shoulders, so you nearly fall against him when his fingers connect with your clit. Heâs teetering close to the edge, but he knows he has to pull out. No way is he cumming before you.
Your arousal makes him glide against your bud effortlessly, and he squeezes your throat harder at the same time.
âChenle.â You gasp, pace changing as you get closer to your high. âPlease cum inside. Need to feel your cum dripping out of mâfuck.â Your voice breaks as he thrusts up hard, hitting your spot. A broken moan escapes, nearly cut off by his grip on you, and your walls clamp down on his cock.
He watches you as he spurts his load and paints your insides, but all he sees is a blissed out smile and your heaving chest.
You slump against him and hum quietly. He grabs his blanket and wraps it around both of you, not wanting to leave you just yet. The summer breeze sweeps across the back of his neck, chilling the sweaty dampness.
He wants to tell you so badly.
He loves you. He wants to love you forever, but maybe heâll only get these fleeting moments.
What a cruel, cruel summer this has become.
Day 19 | June 19th
The days pass so quickly. Itâs been eighteen days since he first made you his, and all he wants is to make it last forever. The whole group goes to a movie theater, hopping between different rooms and films to catch a glimpse of everything thatâs recently hit the big screens.
But he canât take his eyes off of you.
The way you smile so widely in his direction. How all of your friends are so used to him being all over you.
Your laugh echoes around in his brain, and when the poor employee realizes what youâre doing, they try to stop you to figure out who you are. Chenleâs giggles join yours as he grasps your hand and pulls you toward the exit.
The two of you run, and with your fingers laced in his, youâre somehow separated from your friend group.
Once youâre outside, he presses your back to the brick of the building, kissing you in the midst of laughing. His hand latches onto the fabric of your shirt at the small of your back, and he works his lips on yours like magic.
How is he ever supposed to go back to normal after having you like this?
âCome on,â you tell him, grabbing his wrist and leading him away. âWeâve gotta find them.â
But he knows that no matter where you go, heâll follow.
Day 20 | June 20th
He lost track of how many times his body has tangled with yours. How many times youâve quietly, desperately called out his name while he takes you to new worlds youâve never seen before.
He yearns to be grounded, to plant his feet back on Earth, but how does he do that when the universe that is you infiltrates his very being? All the stars and planets and milky ways and meteors float around in your dazed irises, and he caresses your face.
He loves you. He wants to tell you. He needs you to love him back.
Day 21 | June 21st
âOkay, this one is easy.â Donghyuck holds his hand up to reign in everyoneâs excitement. âNever have I everâŠkissed someone in the friend group.â
You glance at Chenle once, and he shrugs, so both of you lift your bottles. The point of this game? Get as drunk as possible. Every time someone says something youâve done, you have to drink. Which means everyone is thoroughly surprised when every single person around the table sips from their cups.
âWeâre the worst friend group,â Mark says, nearly hissing at the taste of the liquid burning down his throat. âWe said âfriendsâ and turned it into an orgy.â
Heewon glares at him. âDude.â
âSorry.â He holds his hands up in mock surrender.
But soon enough, six pairs of eyes are on you and Chenle, and he immediately feels his face burning.
âYou two want to explain?â Hyuck asks.
âIs everyone else explaining?â Chenle quirks an eyebrow, watching as Donghyuck purses his lips.
âNo explanations unless you ask more questions,â you pipe up.
Chenle hopes thatâll divert the conversation from the two of you. His hand brushes over your knee under the table, and you send him a small smile.
âFine,â Mark says. âNever have I ever kissed my best friend.â
From the corner of his eye, he sees you grab your bottle, so he doesnât hesitate to do the same. He takes a fairly large drink, forcing the alcohol down his throat to make this night less painful.
Chaeyoung watches the two of you closely, and the rest of the group seems hyped up on adrenaline, like theyâve caught you and him in a lie of sorts. This news canât be that shocking to them. Or maybe theyâre all pining at the idea of being right.
But theyâre notâyouâre not in love with Chenle. Meaning, theyâd be completely wrong.
Jaemin, whoâs already had a bit too much from the hour of this game youâve already been playing, laughs as he points at Chenle.
âIâve got one.â He nods slowly, the smirk spreading across his face as he leans on Jenoâs shoulder. âNever have I ever had sex with my best friend.â
Your gasp is only audible to Chenle and Chaeyoung, who sits on the opposite side of you. Both you and Chenle are already holding your glasses, and you look at him, silently asking him if thatâs something you should admit to the group.
Youâre incredibly stiff, but Chenle watches as you slowly lift your hand. Before you get far, Chaeyoung smacks the back of Jaeminâs head.
âWhat the hellâs wrong with you?â she hisses. âYou canât ask them things like that!â
Your cup lands back on the table louder than you planned. Chenle analyzes you, the stiffness of your back and the way you glance down at your lap instead of the rest of the group. His instinct makes him want to pull you away from them to somewhere youâll be more comfortable.
âOh, come on! They were about to admit to it.â Jaemin lets out a dramatic sigh. âDid you see the hesitation? They were seconds away from finally telling us if theyâve done it.â
Your hand lands on Chenleâs thigh, and he immediately knows what that means. A switch inside of him turns, and anger bubbles in his stomach. Youâre his best friend, and it doesnât matter what anyone else wants to knowâthe last thing heâll let happen is any of them attempting to badger you into admitting something you donât want the rest of the group to know.
âWeâre all friends, why does it matter if we know or not?â Jeno agrees. âWeâve all been waiting for them toââ
âKnock it off,â Chenle deadpans, his voice dropping octaves. He leans forward, his arm crossing over you and his other hand gripping his bottle tighter. At the change in tone, everyone looks at him in shock, excitement fading into a nervous energy.
âLighten up,â Donghyuck says. âTheyâre just jokingââ
âWell, Iâm not,â he replies, furrowing his eyebrows. âThe hellâs wrong with you guys? You canât tell when youâre making someone uncomfortable? Neither of us owe you anything, if you didnât know that. You donât need to know everything.â
âOkay,â Jaemin mumbles. âDidnât know it was that big of a deal.â
âThatâs because you donât think, Jaemin. If anything happens between us that we want to share, weâll share. But until then, mind your fucking businessââ
âLele,â you mutter to him, reaching forward to grasp his wrist in front of you. âLele, itâs okay. They get it.â
He instantly relaxes at your words, running his tongue over his teeth as he rests back in his seat. You grasp his hand beneath the table and intertwine your fingers with his, rubbing your thumb against his skin.
âSorry, (Y/N),â Jaemin says, fidgeting with his hands.
You give him an awkward smile and a nod. Chenle senses the atmosphere wonât return to the chaotic laughter itâd recently been filled with, so he wonders whatâll happen if he lets everyone know heâs taking you to bed.
When everyone resumes as much conversation as they can, Chenle leans in close to you to whisper in your ear. âDo you want to go to bed?â
Itâs well past midnight, and the alcohol is starting to settle in his system. He is tired. You run your fingers through your hair and nod. He doesnât say anything to the rest of the group, but you mutter something to Chaeyoung, who gives you a sympathetic smile and a nod.
Although he refrains from physically leading you away, he feels everyoneâs eyes on the two of you. It shouldnât upset him as much as it does. Plus, he wouldnât mind all that much if they knew, but seeing the way it bothered you suddenly had him on ten. There was no other solution other than to put them all in their place.
Once youâre in the confines of his room, he pulls you into a hug. You melt in his embrace, your body basically limp. He rubs up and down your back, wishing he could take that feeling away from you for good. You deserve the best, and he wants to give it to you.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers. âI donât know why theyâd fucking do that.â
You shake your head. âTheyâd know eventually, right? We wouldnât have been able to keep it a secret forever.â
âThey should never push something like that. Theyâre supposed to be our friends, (Y/N). You were uncomfortable.â
âLe,â you say, pulling back to look at him. âAs much as I appreciated you standing up for me, all I want right now is my best friend, okay? JustâŠbe that guy, please.â
Both of you change into your pajamas, and then climb into bed. If you wanted him to be your best friend, he could do that. Hell, heâs spent his whole life basically doing it, so as he pulls you to his chest, itâs like muscle memory.
Everywhere Chenle is, youâre right there next to him. Never behind, never ahead, always beside.
âChenle,â you whisper.
âYeah, Sunshine?â He strokes your hair, pressing his lips to the top of your head.
âIâŠCan you be my best friend and still kiss me?â you ask. âI donât want anything else. Just kissing.â
He lifts your chin so youâre looking at him and gives you the faintest smile. âI can be whatever you want me to be.â
Your eyes swim with all sorts of emotions, and while heâd love to sit there and analyze each one of them, you allow them to flutter shut in anticipation of his kiss.
He canât recall a time where heâs kissed you so gently, as if you might shatter beneath his touch. Placing his hand on the small of your back, he presses you flush against him while his mouth works so effortlessly on yours.
Thereâs no heat behind it. The only sounds are of the rustling of his sheets, the soft sighs, and his quiet compliments between breathing breaks. He allows himself to get lost in this, in the way it feels so different from every other kiss heâs shared with you.
Those kisses all lead to sex. They were a bridge to being physical, but now all he wants is to lie in this bed with you forever, connected in such a basic and innocent way.
âYou make all of it better,â you murmur, inhaling deeply. âEverything I am is for you, Zhong Chenle.â
âAnd youâve built me from the ground up,â he replies. âI was created for you. I donât know who I am without you.â
âYouâll never have to find out.â
His heart runs rampant, doing all sorts of backflips in his chest. He starts to sweat even though heâs not physically exerting himself, and he desperately feels like he needs to grasp at something. If he doesnât, heâll fallâŠbut can he even more than he already has?
Is falling in love something that happens gradually, continually, or is it all at once? Once youâve fallen in love, can you still progress further into it, or is that feeling at its peak?
He thinks back to the first time he realized he wanted more from you. Itâs been over a year since he admitted it to himself, and the person he was during that time never would believe that this is his life now.
âYou promise?â Chenleâs nearly breathless, your words robbing him of the oxygen he needs to survive.
You smile ever so softly, nodding slowly. âIâm yours. Always.â
The promise sinks through his skin and into his bloodstream, flowing all the way through his body and infiltrating his brain. It means so much more to him than it means to you, he knows that, but he kisses you again anyway.
He kisses you over and over and over again. By the time the sun comes up in the morning, neither of you have slept, but your lips are swollen and your eyes are drooping.
No matter what, heâll hold you to your word.
Day 22 | June 22nd
Two coffee cups steam from the table on Chenleâs patio. He sits, slumped, on the padded bench with you next to him, legs thrown over his lap. His thumb rubs your thigh. Exhaustion has yet to kick in, especially as he looks at you. Your hair is mussed, his T-shirt hanging off your shoulder and your shorts hiking up your thighs. Everything about this is domestic, and it makes his heart flutter.
He stayed up all night with you. The sunrise over the water leaves a calming wave cascading over him, and he gets an odd feeling that itâs all going to be okay.
Heâll be okay. Youâll be okay.
You bring the coffee cup up to your lips, sighing at the taste. He made it for you. But not only that, he made it the way youâve always loved it. You told him once, and he never forgot. Every detail he learns about you is immediately stored in his memory.
âMaybe we should tell them,â you say, running your fingers through his hair. âThat way, theyâll leave us alone. And whatever weâre doing would get a little easier.â
âWould it?â he asks.
âWhat do you mean?â
âNone of this is easy.â Chenle gulps, wishing he had the filter necessary to make him bite his tongue right now. âWhat weâre doing isnât easy. We donât even know what it is, so why would we try to explain it to other people?â
âOh.â You drink more, tired gaze turning to the ocean in the distance.
âItâs not a bad thing. Iâm just being honest.â
âYeah, no, honesty is good,â you agree. âYouâre right.â
â(Y/N), Iââ
âNo.â You hold up your hand. âWe said the end of the summer, so I get it. Iâd rather wait anyway.â
He wants to grab you by the shoulders and shake you, telling you all the things he loves about you and how badly he wants you to be his forever.
âIâm gonna need six more cups of coffee.â You swing your legs off of him, and leave him sitting by himself, caught up in the warm, summer breeze the same way heâs caught up in you.
Day 25 | June 25th
Going out to the bar was the worst idea ever. The more you drank, the more you wanted to be all over Chenle. He didnât mind it, but the more he drank, the more he wanted to touch you in ways that would have every saint covering their eyes.
You turn to face him, flashing lights reflecting off your skin as you dance with him. His brain is so clouded, so foggy, but he remembers you kissing him. He groaned into your mouth, pulling you closer and doing his best to maintain a rhythm with you. For a moment, he forgets that all of your friends are here too, but he has high hopes theyâll be too drunk to recall.
You pull away, jaw dropped as you remove his grasp on your and quickly stumble toward the exit. He curses under his breath, knowing he canât let you go alone in a state like this. The world is tilting around him as he follows you, but he refuses to let you out of his sight. The protective urges come forward.
â(Y/N)!â he calls out to you as the two of you make it outside. âHey! Stop it.â
âLeave me alone, Chenle.â The thickness of your voice has every last bit of alcohol drying up from his system. He jogs to catch up to you, grabbing your wrist and whirling you around to look at him.
Your eyes are bloodshot, tears falling down your cheeks.
âWhatâs wrong, Sunshine?â he whispers, tugging you to his chest. âGod, are you okay?â
ââM fine,â you reply, but your body shudders in his grasp.
âCome on.â He scoffs. âI didnât stop being your best friend just because weâre sleeping together.â
You put your palm on your forehead, cursing under your breath. âI just kissed you in there. In front of everyone.â
âYeah.â Chenle shrugs. âWhatâs wrong with that?â
âIt was supposed to be simple,â you murmur, tugging on your hair with your fingers. âWe were supposed to have fun this summer, and everythingâs fucking falling apartââ
He recoils. âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âYouâre gonna leave me.â Your voice breaks, and his heart right along with it.
âWhy would you say something like that?â
âItâs all justââ you cut yourself off, clutching Chenleâs shirt. âToo much. I want you so fucking bad all the time.â
âMe too, baby, you know that.â He cups your cheeks, wiping your tears away. âIâm not going anywhere. No matter what happens, Iâll always be right next to you. Promise, Sunshine.â
His own eyes well at the sight, but he wonders what really brought all of this on. He presses his lips to your forehead, allowing them to linger there a moment too long. Pulling you close, his gaze turns toward the building, where Jaemin and Heewon stand. He gives them the best, watery glare he can, and they quickly shuffle back inside.
Itâll never be him who leaves you. If anyone were going to run away, it will absolutely be you.
And that crushes his heart even further. Beats it to a tiny pulp and straight up purees it until itâs mush.
He takes you home, puts you in bed, and spends half the night out on his patio, leaning on the wooden railing and watching the waves crash into the midnight shore.
The view from here gives him a glimpse of the driveway, and the rest of the group pulls in not even an hour later. He makes eye contact with Jaemin, and while the others head inside, Jaemin approaches him with his hands in his pockets.
âHey,â Jaemin says softly. âYou got a few minutes?â
Chenle looks inside at your sleeping form and gently closes the door with a sigh. âIâve got nothing but time.â
âLook, man, we all get it.â Jaeminâs feet thud quietly on the creaky stairs as he makes his way up, stopping and leaning his back against the railing as he analyzes Chenle. âWe love you guys. A lot. And something weird has been going on, and itâs not like we donât notice.â
âA lot of weird has been going on,â Chenle says, chuckling to himself. âYou donât have to sugarcoat it. Itâs just us now.â
The other man purses his lips, taking a deep breath of salty air. âYou love her, donât you?â
âI wish it were as simple as that.â He clasps his hands together, wondering how much he should say.
âIt can be,â Jaemin replies. âYou think she doesnât love you?â
âI know she doesnât,â he insists. âYou donât know her like I do.â
His friend nods, as if heâs conceding with what Chenleâs saying. But he knows betterâJaemin is good at these things. Regardless of whatever happened a few nights back, Jaemin is insightful when it comes to relationships despite not having much experience in that department.
âYou donât have to tell me whatâs going on, okay? But I know something is. And I notice (Y/N) talking to Chae a lot, but you never talk to anyone about serious things except for her. Itâs okay to be confused and to want to talk about things.â
âShe didnât want anyone to know.â Chenle lets out a defeated sigh, allowing his head to hang between his shoulders.
âTo know what?â
âWeâŠâ Chenle considers biting his tongue. At the end of the day, he knows he can trust Jaemin, and that heâd never do anything to betray Chenleâs trust, but the words leaving his mouth feel like a betrayal to you. âWeâve been hooking up, I guess.â
âOh, likeâŠmore than once.â Jaemin blinks his shock away.
âYeah. Like, the whole summer so far.â He runs his hands down his face. âWeâd never done anything before, and I honestly didnât think it would be a possibility. And then we did. And it was fast and not at all what I wanted it to be and justâsorry, Jaem.â
âNo, no.â He gestures for him to continue. âLet it out. Itâs good for you to process these things.â
âI thought I really fucked up by doing that, you know? She didnât stay in my room with me that night, she didnât even talk to me until the next day. Which maybe doesnât seem bad, but it is for us. But then she said she wanted to do it again, and IâŠwell, I obviously didnât say no. Maybe I should have.â He picks at his nails, fighting hard with the lump lodged in his throat.
âHonestly, Iâm having trouble figuring out why you wonât tell her how you feel.â
âIf I tell her and lose her because of it, I genuinely donât know how Iâd live without her. Sheâs been in my life forever, Jaem. Itâs not her fault I canât keep myself in check,â he says.
âIf she doesnât realize youâre in love with her, sheâs really fucking dense.â Jaemin chuckles to himself. âAnd youâre equally as dense for thinking that she doesnât love you.â
âItâs not that easy.â
âYes, it is.â
âHow?â
âChenle, youâve spent every day with her this summer. And Iâm not going to pretend to know your business, but Iâm sure all the alone time youâve had hasnât been innocent. Nobody in their right mind starts sleeping with their best friend without at least a little bit of a worry that theyâll fall in love. Come on, you two are practically dating already anyway.â
âItâs hard, okay?â Chenle brushes the other man off. âWe said weâd talk about it at the end of the summer, so Iâm gonna save my heart for a few more days.â
âItâs okay to be selfish sometimes.â Jaemin taps the railing once more before he starts his descent down the stairs. âYou wonât get what you want if youâre sitting around and watching it pass you by.â
Day 26 | June 26th
He told himself he would hold off on any more physical stuff before he was able to talk to you about what happened last night, but that wasâŠapparentlyâŠshort lived. Your chest presses against his, both of you on your sides as he gently massages your ass. You made it a point this morning to grind back against him until he was hard and aching. Heâs not entirely sure how heâs avoided exactly this for so long.
He pulls your leg up on his waist, stretching you as he rubs his cock against your folds. You moan into his mouth as your slickness coats him, signaling to him that youâre more than ready to take everything he has to offer.
After a few moments of shifting, his tip enters you. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts the head of his cock in and out. Chills already break out along his body, his palms sweaty as he teases you.
âPlease,â you whimper. âI need more.â
âGreedy girl,â he scolds you, slowly pushing all the way in. âPretty baby just wants to be full, huh?â
âOnly you,â you mumble, nearly incoherently as you try to rock your hips. âOnly greedy for you.â
Under normal circumstances, heâd care about the sound of the bed squeaking, or the way the headboard taps the wall with each of his thrusts, but all heâs thinking about is fucking good this position allows him to feel you.
After fucking you raw, the condom almost hinders the feeling of you clenching around him, but he tries to focus on giving you as much pleasure as he can.
âCâmon, tell me what you want.â Chenle bucks his hips hard, making you whine.
âTouch me. Wanna cum.â Your head lolls forward, forehead smacking into his chest.
âTouch you where, baby?â He pushes you further. âYouâre already soaking my cock, what else could you need?â
âLele, pleaseââ
âIâll stop,â he warns you. âNeither of us will finish if you donât use your words.â
Dazed, you let out a frustrated moan, and he smirks at you.
âM-my clit,â you whisper. âPlease touch me there.â
Your arousal squelches around him with each of his thrusts, and you squirm as you yearn for your orgasm thatâs just out of reach. He considers teasing you more, but you look so fucking good like this, walls pulsing and begging for release, he canât deny you.
His hand snakes down your body, and he kisses your jawline. âDonât cum âtil I say you can, okay? Iâd hate to punish you when youâve done so well so far.â
âIf yâfuck.â You cut yourself off when his finger comes in contact with your swollen, aching bud, and your nails scratch down his back. He knows you wonât be able to hold back if he touches you in the right way.
âYou gotta wait for me, baby, Iâm almost there.â He thrusts harder, the creak of the bed becoming more prominent as he continues barely rubbing your clit.
âLele.â You clench your eyes shut. âI c-canât, oh my God.â
âBut youâre so good.â He slams his hips against yours. âSo fucking good, just a little longer.â
Your entire body shakes. He didnât think heâd ever find something like this so arousing, but when you look at him and your eyes are welled with tears from your need, he curses, thrusts one more time, and cums hard into the condom when heâs buried deep inside you.
He canât remember the last time he came this much, and he wishes he didnât have this stupid fucking piece of rubber on. The idea of painting your insides white has him thrusting through his overstimulation to bring you to your peak.
He applies more pressure to your clit, pinching it, rubbing it until you bite down on his shoulder hard as your walls and body convulse in his grasp. Cursing at the jolt of pain he feels, he moans when he realizes how it adds to his pleasure.
âHoly shit,â he whispers as you let go of him.
âAsshole.â You laugh, attempting to catch your breath.
âI donât know,â he mumbles, scratching up and down your back. âIt felt like you liked it.â
âYeah, I hope that bite mark scars permanently.â
âLaying claim on me, are you?â
Oh, how he wishes you would.
Day 28 | June 28th
Today is arguably Chenleâs favorite day of the summer. Ironic, since itâs the second to last full day he has with all of his friends, but the tradition set is what makes him think this way.
A bonfire crackles in front of him, his arm over your shoulder as everyone stands around the climbing orange flame. The goal is each person writes all of their regrets down from the past year, and what they hope to accomplish over the next, and then they burn it. Itâs an odd positivity ritual that none of them have ever skipped.
Chenle wrote his down the night before after you fell asleep.
Regrets:
I regret not telling (Y/N) I love her. Again.
I regret not seizing every opportunity that presents itself to me.
I regret wasting my life away while everything Iâve ever wanted is right in front of my eyes.
I regret shutting down and allowing my friends to help me.
I regret not advancing in my chosen career path.
Hopes:
I hope I will be able to express myself thoroughly.
I hope I will be able to tell (Y/N) my feelings.
I hope those feelings will be reciprocated.
I hope, above all, that sheâs happy.
He glances around, taking a look at everyone around him. Jaemin, Jeno, Heewon, Donghyuck, Mark, Chaeyoung, and even you. Each person has had such a fundamental hand in the making of the person he is today, and a lot of times, he takes that for granted.
âOkay, who wants to go first?â Mark asks.
âI will,â you say, stepping up.
Chenle watches you with adoration, wishing he could move forward with you, but knowing there are some times where you have to shine on your own.
âAnother year.â You clear your throat. âAll of you mean the world to me. You helped me when I was twelve and in desperate need of a confidence boost, and you help me now at twenty-three when sometimes all I need is a drink and a cookie.â
A chorus of laughter falls from everyone.
âMark, thank you for all of the midday pep-talks and reality checks. Jeno, thank you for being the comedic relief right when I always need it. Jaemin, thank you for always knowing what to say, no matter the situation. Chae, thank you for saving me from myself more times than I can count. Hyuck, thank you for knowing exactly when I want ice cream and a rant session. Heewon, thank you for never judging me despite my shit decisions.â
You turn back to Chenle, the gleam in your eye reflecting the billions of stars from the sky above.
âChenle, thank you for never underestimating me and for knowing me better than I know myself. For all of the years weâve had, and all the ones we will have.â
âYouâve got all of mine,â Chenle says to you.
With a final grin, you take your folded up piece of paper out of your pocket and toss it into the fire, and everyone watches as it burns to ash. Once youâre satisfied, you move back to Chenle and hug him tightly.
He deflates in your grasp, cradling the back of your head and relishing in the weight of your words.
Mark goes next, then Hyuck, Chae, Heewon, Jaemin, and Jeno, leaving Chenle to be the last one. He purses his lips, twirling his own note in his fingers as he glances over his shoulder at you.
It takes him a while to think of what he wants to say despite the fact heâs been looking forward to this since the vacation started. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the smokiness of the air mixed with ocean salt, and really, truly thinks of how heâs made it as far as he has.
âWell, guys, another year down.â He shakes his head as he thinks of how fast time passes. âLife wouldnât be the same without you guys. We get busy throughout the year, but Iâm really happy we get to spend this time here and that weâre able to be together this entire month. Everyone has their unique roles in this friend group, and itâd be incredibly off if any one of us werenât here. So, my thank you is for all of you, for being there for me and making this little bunch into a family. âCause thatâs what you guys are. Youâre my family.â
He glances back at you much like you had done to him, and heâs met with your dazzling smile. His nerves calm at the sight, and he chews the inside of his cheek as he tosses his paper into the flame.
Itâs like he physically feels the hurt, regret, and carelessness from the past year lift off his shoulders, intertwine with the smoke, and disappear. He feels lighter, like he can take on the world. And in this moment, when he sees you staring at him with such adoration, he knows that now is the moment.
No time will ever be the right time, and heâll never have courage if he doesnât push himself.
He walks back to you, hands in his pockets. â(Y/N), can I talk to you over there for a minute?â
You nod, and as he guides you a safe distance away, he meets Jaeminâs gaze. The grin of approval is all he needs, and the other man makes sure the friend group is paying attention to him instead of you and Chenle.
âWhatâs up?â you ask, tilting your head. âEverything alright?â
âYeah, Iâm alright.â He pauses and reaches over to grab your hand. âI justâŠOne of my regrets last year was not having courage, and not being able to ask for the things I want because I wasnâtâŠready for them, I guess.â
You nod, urging him to continue.
âYouâre my best friend. All of this stuff weâve been through this summer, I need you to know thatâll never change no matter what. If I didnât have you in my life, I think Iâd be screwed.â He chuckles, the nerves gnawing away at his throat and making his voice shake. âThis has been the best month of my life, honestly, but I shouldnât have gone into something like this without being completely transparent.â
To that, you frown, but wait for him to continue.
He takes a moment to work up the strength to tell you, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. His hands shake, and he feels faint, but he knows itâs now or never. He canât let you leave this place for another year without knowing the truth.
âIâŠIâm in love with you. And I have been for so long, but I didnât want to ruin this. When all of this started, I wanted to tell you no because I thought Iâd end up getting hurt because of it all. And maybe I still will, but at least now youâll know the truth.â
Heâs not sure what he expected, but it certainly wasnât you starting to laugh. His gaze darts back up to yours, and your head is in your hands.
âIâm sorry,â he says. âIf thatâs not what you wanted, we can still beââ
âZhong Chenle, you are far too dense for your own good.â You beam at him, reaching up to cup his cheeks and pull him in for a kiss.
Heâs in shock at first, but after a second, heâs pulling you as close to him as possible. You swallow his sigh of relief, and when he moves back, he sees the tear streaks down your face.
âHey, none of that,â he whispers, wiping them away.
âI love you, Chenle,â you tell him. âIâve wanted to tell you for so fucking longââ
You cut yourself off by connecting your lips to his again, giggles interrupting you every so often.
The rest of the group cheers and yells by the fire, clearly not one of them surprised by this outcome. He leads you back to them, fingers interlocked tightly and a permanent smile etched on his face.
For the rest of the night, he doesnât let you go. He holds you close, kisses you all over your face, and squeezes you.
He loves you.
Heâs in love with you, and youâre not going anywhere.
If this is the cruelest summer he ever has to endure, heâs more than ready for the rest of them.
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ê°àŠ à»ê± âž» 1.6k followers celebration event !
CLOSED EVENT !!!
àȘââŽâĄ ATTEN-HUT!
hihi hello! welcome to my celebration event where i, SERGEANT SWEETHEART, assign scenarios & headcannons to a random match !
àȘââŽâĄ HOW DOES THIS WORK ?!
easy! all you have to do is send me an ask describing your personality! it's your standard matchup event where you'll specify what fandom you want youâre match to be in. my job as sergeant sweetheart will be to assign a dynamic & scenarios based on you & who i think would be most fitting as your match!
you'll select a maximum of three questions (or four for moots) you'd like me to answer about your match, and i'll do my best to answer based on my idea of what your relationship would be like !
àȘââŽâĄ WHO CAN I BE MATCHED WITH ?!
âą you will not be able to choose a specific character but you can specify what fandom you want character to be from & gender !
âą your fictional other should be a character from jjk, haikyuu or aot only.
âą note that all characters will be written as adults (18+) by default (everything is still sfw !)
âą only one match per person
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âą anyone is free to join ! you don't have to be a follower or mutual to take part.
âą on that note, all scenarios & hcs will be sfw or at best lightly suggestive, so everyone of all ages is free to join
âą you can send your requests on or off anon. i recommend sending it off so you'll be notified, but it's all up to you ! edit: if requesting on anon, feel free to assign yourself a name or emoji!
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âą note that before answering questions, i will provide a description of what dynamic i think your match would have !
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2. who confessed & how ?
3. who fell first & who fell harder ?
4. first date ?
5. what do others (ex: parents/friends) think of your relationship?
6. toxic things they do ?
7. toxic things you do ?
8. what do you often fight over ?
9. why/how did you break up ?
10. at what moment did they fall in love ?
11. at what moment did you fall in love ?
12. what do they not like about you ?
13. what do you not like about them ?
14. what do they love most about you ?
15. what do you love most about him ?
16. how was your first kiss like ?*
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that's all! please remember i can only take a limited number of requests. i can't guarantee requests will be answered on a first come first serve basis, but i recommend requesting as soon as possible! when requests are closed, the prompt below will go from "start" to "end!"
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after last night (m)
âž pairing: rich fuckboy! jungkook x f. reader âž word count: 4.3k âž genres: acquaintances to fwb, smut, unreciprocated love, mild angst if you squint, and a sprinkle of fluff âž summary: After last night, Jungkook doesn't know what to do. You got to tell him when he's gonna see you again before he drives himself crazy. âž warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, protected sex, whiny jk, rough, making out in public for like a minute, grinding, lots of kissing, hickeys, dirty talk, praise kink, face sitting, cunnilingus, fingering, spitting (once), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, he's WHIPPED for reader's pussy, i almost forgot to say that jk also finishes early but that's okay he makes up for itđ€đ€ âž author's note: As what the title suggests, this short series (maybe) is inspired by After Last Night by Bruno Mars. I'm literally OBSESSED with this song so I couldn't help but write something dedicated to it. As always, enjoy reading!
Wishin' on a shootin' star, say a prayer for me
And hope it comes true
Jungkook can't help but heave a sigh, twirling the almost empty wine glass around in his hand while looking at the night sky with such loneliness in his eyes.
The sight above him is beautiful, but to him, there's nothing more beautiful than the image of your face in front of him right now. He craves you by his side, appreciating the view outside his window as you spend the most loving time in your lives.
So, when his eyes spot the phenomenal shooting star that swiftly passes through his home, his mind screams your name right away, praying to whoever's listening to him in the sky to have you here with him.
It's foolish, but he'll just about do anything to see you again, hoping that his wishes will eventually come true someday.
Throw my phone out the window, there's no player in me
Those days are through
When he said that he's willing to do anything for you, he meant it with every fiber of his being. Hence, it doesn't take Jungkook any second thought to pull his phone out of his pocket only to throw it out the window. He lets it fall freely from the high level of his penthouse without a care. Perhaps it's the alcohol seeping into his veins, putting him under the influence, but there still remains a part of him where he doesn't regret what he just did. After all, he only wants to prove you one thing by the end of the day â
He's more than willing to enter a new chapter in his life, and the title of that chapter is you.
You put it on me like I never felt before
That gushy, gushy good, girl, I want some more
While Jungkook continues to appreciate the mesmerizing city landscape beyond him, his mind couldn't help but drift off to the moment you met each other for the first time.
He had only intended to have a great time with his old friends during that highschool reunion of your batch. If only you hadn't attended that party like the gorgeous goddess you were to his eyes, then perhaps he wouldn't be so crazy like he is now.
Back then, Jungkook merely thought of you as the smart student who had a few admirers here and there, only ever getting the chance to talk with you every time you're paired up on a project, but he never thought of batting an eye towards your direction. However, the clearer view of your beauty in the present is in no doubt, indeed a present to him.
Without hesitation, he strikes up a conversation with you right away, leaving everyone else in the ditch as his entire attention was now directed on you, and you only.
It took hours for the party to end, thus it doesn't surprise you to see Jungkook impatient to get the both of you out of the venue, for you already knew where this night was about to end the moment he greeted you.
You haven't even gotten the opportunity to jump inside his car, but you're already making out on his hood like horny teenagers all over again. He kisses you with a spark of fire, spreading flames all over your body like a wildfire. You moan when he bites your bottom lip before pulling away, extending his warmth down to your exposed neck where he marks you like his personal treasure. You throw your head back in no shame whatsoever, disregarding the environment around you when you begin to grind your crotch against his thigh. The moans you let out our wanton, especially when he easily locates that sensitive spot on your neck to lick, suck, and bite on it that already has you reeling for the man.
You're certain there's a wet splotch in your underwear by now, already aroused from merely grinding away on Jungkook's thick thigh as well as him leaving dark spots all over your neck as if tomorrow will never come.
He slithers a tattooed hand beneath your dress to rub your clothed folds. You gasp loudly at the abrupt intrusion, letting him do whatever he desires at the moment while you relax at the sensational touches he leaves on you.
Whimpering, you grip tightly on his shoulder to urge him to go on. "Don't stop," you whine, "Please don't stop, fuckâ"
"I won't, sweetheart." He licks at the fresh hickey he's just made while whispering. "I won't."
Before anyone could even catch up to what was going on, Jungkook hides the both of you from out in the open, hastily fishing his car keys from his pocket to unlock the Black Mercedes he's about to drag you in. He opens the backdoor, and soon enough, he's messily falling along with you on the leather seats where you continue to explore each other's bodies.
He locks the car again before hunching your dress around your waist to take a look at the sopping mess you've done with your panties, pushing them to the side when he finally gets to touch your bare pussy for the first time tonight.
Growling, he leans down to your ear only to send you a hot wave of shivers with the raspy whisper he lets out. "Gonna make you cum so hard tonight, sweetheart." He chuckles, "So fucking hard."
Jungkook wasn't expecting to receive exactly the same treatment he intends to give you tonight.
The moment you arrive at his penthouse, the two of you are already sticking to each other immediately like opposite poles of a magnet until you eventually navigate yourselves to the large couch in his living room. He settles you comfortably on his lap, hands traveling down to your clothed ass where he kneads them as you continue to lap each other out. You're the first one to pull away after a few more seconds, for he's already sucking the breath out of you with his plush lips alone.
You impatiently begin to unbutton his dress shirt, admiring the bulky figure that's hidden underneath the flimsy layer of fabric. He does the same to you, wrapping an arm around your back to unzip the tight outfit refraining his eyes from indulging in your gorgeous figure. The straps fall loosely around your shoulders, and soon enough, your dress is already messily hunched around your waist, exposing the entirety of your body to Jungkook's lust-hungry gaze.
By the time you get rid of his top, you don't hesitate to lean down and place kitten licks on his nipple. He quietly gasps at your bold move, resisting the temptation to have his eyes rolling back when you lick a fat stripe on his chest. He shivers underneath you, falling victim for your presence as he tightens the hold he has on your waist. Your pussy is gushing your arousal like a waterfall, and Jungkook doesn't fail to notice how desperate your whimpers get when you pick up the motion of your hips on his thigh.
Pulling away, you attack his lips ferociously, moaning oh-so wantonly that it has the tent in Jungkook's pants growing angrier by the minute. "I wanna ride your face."
"Fuck yeah, baby." Jungkook almost whines when you hastily settle yourself on his face, having your panties already ridden off earlier from the steamy car ride on the way home. You pant heavily, sensing his warm breath knocking right on your entrance, steadily aligning your core above his pillowy lips until he takes matters in his own hands â becoming more desirous for the sweet nectar leaking over him.
"Oh! Fuck, Jungkookâ" You draw out a long mewl when he laps at your pussy like an oasis, leaving no drop of your juices out of his mouth as he dances his tongue around your sopping folds.
Nothing left could be heard in the spacious room aside from your lewd moans and the obscene noises of your wet pussy being eaten out by Jungkook.
You desperately grind on his face, searching for more friction, repeatedly nudging the tip of his nose with your clit which only has you throwing your head back in bliss.
Jungkook, on the other hand, feels more than euphoric seeing your fucked out expression from below. He wiggles his tongue in every spot he deemed fit to have you toppling near the edge. Your taste alone is enough to get him off, bucking his hips in the air to seek for a release himself. Swallowing every drop you offered him only has him going crazier by the second, only urging him to fuck you with his tongue this instant, and that's what he exactly did.
The abrupt intrusion of his tongue between your folds elicited a loud whimper from you. He fucks you with his tongue like how he would with his cock â messy and fast.
Breathy chants of his name and a messy mantra of moans and whimpers come tumbling off your tongue. You bounce on his face like the desperate one you were, chasing that orgasm that's merely boiling from deep within your core.
He simply couldn't get enough of your essence, akin to getting intoxicated by the best form of addiction in the world. He continues to lap on your dripping cunt as if he's the next one in line on a death row, moaning every now and then which sends vibrations reverberating up your spine. Your mind blacks out, and now the only thing you can think of is Jungkook's skilled and wet tongue bringing you to an intense orgasm.
You don't hold back from leaving your mouth ajar to spill out the most sinful, yet heavenly noises Jungkook has ever heard, provoking him to add up to your pleasure by encouraging you to swivel your hips around his face.
Your pending orgasm is peeking around the corner, and the knot that's about to blow up inside you is about to make a mess on Jungkook's swollen lips. "Fuck, Jungkook, I'm cummingâ" you whine, thighs shaking profusely until the knot snaps.
Gasping, Jungkook doesn't leave any of your juices unwelcome, for he's greedily drinking your juices up in pure gluttony. Your pussy keeps gushing out new waves of your orgasm for Jungkook to consume, and he can never get sick of it. If anything, it leaves him wanting more of that gushy sweetness you provide him, never ever being stunned from the way you do it.
Sweet, sticky, thick and pretty
You changed the game
At this point, Jungkook wants nothing more than to shove his cock in the prettiest pussy he's seen in his life, similar to a messy abstract painting that always succeeds in enticing the people's eyes â that's how beautiful Jungkook saw you.
Slowly lifting your hips off his panting face, you finally take a glimpse for the first time on how fucked out he already seemed. His lips are absolutely smeared with your essence, and perhaps a few of it even landed on his chin and his nose. However, your appreciation session on the man's features are cut short when he rips open the condom hiding in his pocket, swiftly stripping himself off his pants until his dick is finally sprang out in the open; tall and leaking with pre-cum.
He rolls the condom around his shaft, and before you know it, he's already forcing you down on his lap where your soft walls gain contact with the tip of his cock.
"Gonna fuck your pretty little pussy with my cock, baby. You want that?"
You mewl in response, eagerly nodding as you visibly bite your lower lip. Spreading your slick all over his tip, you steadily sink yourself around his girth, eliciting a guttural groan between the two of you. For a moment, you can feel the wind knock out of your lungs from how full you felt. Your walls kept themselves snug around Jungkook's veiny shaft, and he swears, he's losing his composure faster by the second.
"Fuck," he lowly whimpers when you finally bottom out, large hands settling on your hips to slowly drag you up again. Your pussy already leaves a trail of dribbling slick down the length of his cock, and it definitely earns a hiss to come out between Jungkook's teeth.
He helps you in riding him, a lewd yelp falling off your pretty lips when your hips crash down on his thick thighs, causing his tip to kiss the top of your cervix inside. Soon enough, your pace becomes increasingly desperate, as what seemed to be mildly moderate a few seconds back turns to a merciless wrath of Jungkook's cock roughly fucking into your dripping cunt.
"Jungkook!" You cry his name in utter bliss before the weight of your head gives in, leaning on his shoulder for support as you unknowingly drool on the taut muscle. He growls animalistically, fucking you with full force and great speed which leaves the air humid, and the sound of skin slapping and wet squelches of your pussy fill the quiet space of his penthouse.
A staccato of breathy moans spill out from your lips like a waterfall. His cock was covered in your slick, shimmering in your thick arousal which only heightened Jungkook's stimulation.
"God, look at youâyour cunt is drooling all over my cock, baby. Wettest pussy in the fucking world, shitâ"
Your walls clench from his words, another wave of your juices gushing out from your pussy. No one else can make you hornier than the man fucking you right at this very moment. His brows are furrowed in concentration, mind unable to think of anything else aside from his cock rearranging your guts. He's practically pierced everywhere, and the fact that he has a full-sleeve tattoo covering the whole of his right arm only aids on to your arousal.
He catches you momentarily staring at him, and he only simpers at you. "Fuck, like what you see, baby?" The clench you do confirms your thought. "Yeah, I know you do, baby. Your cunt is so fucking wet for me, isn't it? Such a good fucking cunt, taking dick so obediently, yeah?"
"S-So good," you mewled on his shoulder, breathing becoming labored when his tip repeatedly nudges your sweet spot. The obscene noises increase in volume, which encourages Jungkook to remain consistent with his thrusts.
Everything feels messy and sticky down below where your arousal has certainly reached Jungkook's balls, covering them in white as some of it land on your ass where they clap in motion of his rough thrusts.
Jungkook swears to God that he's losing it every minute, feeling his climax build up faster than usual, too lost in the incredible sensation of your tight walls clinging onto his length for dear life. Oh, and was he extremely whipped for the way you keep creaming around the base of his cock as if you're marking him as your own. He tries to hold back the fighting orgasm bubbling within his gut, but you just had to keep him snug against your warm folds for one last time until he's eventually reaching his breaking point.
"Shit, baby, your cunt's so fucking good I think I'm gonna cum soonâ" He draws out one last whine before he's filling up the thin latex material. He breathes heavily, knowing that he's never been the one to cum first during sex. Feeling his dick immediately soften, he pushes you off his cock and pulls the condom off his shaft, hastily flipping you around so he's the one on top of you this time. He grips your knees to force your legs wide, kneeling down so his face is directly in front of your dribbling cunt.
"You haven't cum yet, haven't you, angel?"
"N-No," you stutter, sensing the proximity of his face between your folds.
"Sad you didn't get to cum on my cock, but my fingers will do the trick for now."
Before you could even fully react to his statement, he's already plunging three long digits in your warm cunt, plunging them inside and out at a swift rate that has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull in an instant.
"Holy shit, pussy still so fucking tight even after getting split open with my cock." He bites his lip, pleased with the wet noises your cunt makes whenever he digs them deep within your cavern. You throw your head back as if you're floating on clouds, eyes giving in as you surrender to Jungkook's fingers finishing you off.
"Such a good girl," he coos, "taking my fingers like your pussy's made for them."
You can feel your high lingering in your lower abdomen, that familiar knot beginning to form and Jungkook detects it right away. You almost lost it when he began to increase the speed of his fingers, but what has you screaming in such a pornographic manner is his mouth sucking your clit ferociously.
He laps on your clit like a madman, desperate to reach your climax. Your legs begin to profusely shake, and your screams morph into pleasurable sobs that have Jungkook smiling against your heat. You're flooding more and more juices on his hand, his tongue aiding to your fast-approaching orgasm.
"Don't stop, don't stop, pleeeaasseeee, don't fucking stop!" You pant wildly as your hands fly to his soft locks, gripping on them for dear life to lock his mouth in place of your clit. Jungkook was absolutely shameless for loudly slurping on your wetness, flicking your clit with his tongue simultaneously which brought the cherry on top for your orgasm.
"So good, I'm cumming, shitâ"
He temporarily pulls away from your cunt. "Go on and make a mess all over my face, pretty girl. You did so, so fucking well for me."
With that, he sucks on your clit for one last time before your vision fades to black. A large wave of your wetness gushes out of your pussy, forcing his fingers to pull out which has him aiming for your clit right away. He rapidly rubs your clit, groaning in satisfaction with the mess he caused.
"Damn, angel, you just fucking squirted all over me."
You're panting heavily, unable to register anything that Jungkook's saying to you, for the recent orgasm you experienced has just hit you in the head like a truck. Your body is still twitching due to the overstimulation, but Jungkook didn't seem to care at all.
Jungkook appreciates how your pussy appears to be more glossy from how much you squirted, licking his lips in temptation before leaning in to swipe a fat stripe of his tongue from the bottom of your folds to your gorging clit. You shiver from the overstimulation, taking the pleasure nonetheless.
How can you ever make him stop when this man is an absolute fucking sex god?
"Fuck, your pussy's so sweet, baby," he whines on your folds before proceeding to flick his tongue left and right at a rapid pace. Your eyes struggle to keep themselves open, for the only sensation you yearn to keep is his mouth working wonders on you. Your moans increase in both volume and pitch, and you swear the man eating you out like a whole buffet is about to pull another mind-boggling orgasm out of you.
He only adds on to your rapture when he inserts three of his slender digits inside you again. You gasp loudly, legs profusely spasming to the point where you can't keep them open anymore. You attempt to squeeze your thighs between Jungkook's face, which causes him to forcefully pry them open when he growls on your pussy.
"This cunt will be the fucking death of me, angel," he chuckles, planting a soft peck on your clit contrary to the merciless motion of his fingers. "Make a mess one more time for me, sweetheart, hm?"
"I-I can't," you sob, nails clawing on the fabric of the couch as you feel your climax flying to its peak. "Too much..!"
"You can and you fucking will," he growls again, and the vibrations felt on your heat is what triggers another mind-shattering orgasm to crash down on you. Your legs wail around from the strong intensity, but Jungkook held you still. His mouth remains unbothered when you spill your juices all over his lips, happily lapping up on your remains.
The overstimulation makes you shudder, and your cunt at this point is overly sensitive from the continuous motions of his wet tongue. "T-Too much." You use all of your remaining strength to push his head away, and you're thankful he did, only to land a wad of spit onto your sensitive cunt, anyway. He rubs the small bundle of nerves in slow, circular motions, which makes you whine.
"Jungkook, I really c-can't anymore," you whine, and he finally separates himself away from your cunt despite the addiction coursing in his veins. He leans down on your face to pull you in one last tender kiss. Your taste has definitely made its mark on Jungkook's lips, evident when he tangles his tongue with yours.
He's the first to pull away before things become more heated again, abruptly carrying you in the air with his taut arms to bring you to his bedroom. "You should look at yourself, pretty," he snickers, "You look fucking adorable in my arms like this."
You blush at his comment, shying yourself away from his gaze which Jungkook merely chuckled to. He brings you to his bedroom where he provides you with the most tender care you've experienced in your life, gently cleaning you up here and there with a wet tissue as well as giving you a generous donation with one of his shirts to keep you warm.
Jungkook was never a big fan of aftercare, preferring to keep things casual by letting whoever he hooked up with leave right away. However, seeing you laying there, exhausted from everything, gave him this strong urge to cradle you in his arms in an instant, which makes him exactly do that.
In tangled sheets, you and Jungkook sleep through the night with your limbs intertwining one another. He couldn't exactly place the blossoming sensation in his chest, but he decides to brush it off, thinking it'll all wither away in the morning.
Boy, was he wrong.
After last night
After last night, I think I'm in love with you
The next day, Jungkook wakes up next to the large empty space of his bed. At first, he could hardly remember everything that occurred last night, until the memories all came crashing down at him at once when the image of your face appeared in his brain.
His heart hammers the moment he thought about the long, yet ephemeral night he spent with you. His first instinct is to get up from bed and call out your name, thinking you're still somewhere within his residence.
"___?" He's been chanting your name like a broken toy, searching for every part of his penthouse. To no avail, though, it seems you have left Jungkook alone without bidding him a proper farewell. The only trace of you he has is the small note you wrote placed on top of the counter. It merely stated about you leaving extra early for personal reasons, saying you enjoyed the night with him nonetheless.
However, Jungkook feels himself pouting when you didn't bother leaving a number for him nor any sort of connection that'll have him talk to you again. He reminisces about the valuable time he cherished with you last night, remembering even the smallest details of you. His favorite feature of yours is definitely your smile, following the sound of your giggles echoing through his ears. You possess the plumpest lips that are worth dying for, and definitely the belle of the party last night.
To top it all off, you also had the sweetest pussy he's ever laid his hands on.
He didn't realize that he's been staring into empty space for the past few minutes, immediately blinking away any thoughts of you before deciding to proceed with his daily routine.
A lingering sensation of longing for you still remains in his chest, though. And it's slowly driving him to madness.
After last night, he's probably in love with you for all he knows.
Woke up and I can't get you out of my head
After last night, I don't know what to do
Jungkook has never seen himself be this crazy for a woman, let alone it being after a supposed one night stand.
Did you perhaps cast a hex on him? Your face haunts him even during the middle of daylight. You're like an addiction he can't get rid of no matter how hard he tries. You come to him like you were meant for him, and he can't help but be simultaneously overwhelmed and amused from how much he's thinking about you.
He can't think straight from how much you've been conquering his mind throughout the day, spacing out every minute and so to cling onto the last traces of you by solely remembering you.
Jeon Jungkook is absolutely head over heels for you.
(Baby, you've got to tell me)
When I'm gon' see you again
On the couch is Jungkook endlessly scrolling through his phone, checking out every social media app possible to possibly find you and gain contact with you for the sake of his remaining sanity. It seems like fate has been on the wrong side with him when he's unable to find a hint of you no matter how thorough he searches.
He can only sigh when his hope begins to plummet. Perhaps you were only meant to be another mere one night stand that'll add on to Jungkook's promiscuous history and nothing more. After all, you were aware from the very beginning that a man like Jungkook can't be trusted, thus making you leave before you could possibly get attached to the man.
However, after last night, he doesn't bat a single eye to any other woman whenever he's out with his friends.
After last night, you're all that takes up most of Jungkook's mind.
After last night, he began doing the craziest shit all because of you.
After last night, Jungkook only clings onto one question for the following weeks of his life: When is he going to see you again?
after last night (two)
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Skz making a bet on you Maknae Line pt.2
Pairing: OT8 SKZ x f!Reader
Genre, AU: angst ofc, lovers to exes!AU
Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, many mentions of insecurities, a little suggestive. I think that abt it
Summary: you happened to learn one day that the never really loved you and only made a bet with the other members to see if you would fall in love with them
A.N: Not proof read at all and FINALLY GOT ALL PARTS OUT YAY
Parts: Hyung line Maknae Line pt.1
HAN JISUNG Han sat there. He was stunned to say the least. He didnât expect you to show up nor hear what he said. It wasnât until Chan nudged his shoulder that he let go of the breath he didnât even know he was holding. The older boy looked at Han disappointedly.
Chan held him by the shoulder as he told him, âAre you gonna be a dumbass and sit here or are you gonna chase after y/n and hope sheâll take you back?â
After hearing that, Han finally got up to his feet as he nodded his head. âIâm gonna get y/n back be-because I donât know what I could possibly do without her. Yeah⊠thatâs what Iâll do.â Then he bolted out of the room to go and find you.
As he ran down the hall and almost out of the building, a particular box caught his eye. It just so happened to sit on the top of the rest of the garbage. He could tell it was yours from the way it was made and decorated. Seeing the box there on a pile of trash made him tear up. He grabbed it and held it tightly to his chest.
You were walking down the street by now. Kicking at the rocks that stood in your way. All the hard work you put into everything just for him to turn his back on you. All the tears had already been cried and dried. Now you were extremely exhausted and your only goal was to get home.
Making your way through the crowded streets, you suddenly hear your name being called. You whipped around to see a very distressed Han racing towards you. Seeing the tear streaks on his face made your heart break. In that instant, you almost forgot the hurt he caused you. But when you did remember what happened earlier, your past anger returned and you decided to walk away from him.
When he saw you turn back around and just walk away, he became panicked all over again. He chased after you until he was right behind you. As soon as he could, he grabbed your wrist and made you face him.
âY/N!!! I understand that youâre hurt and you donât want to talk but please just hear me out! You mean everything to me andââ
You immediately covered his mouth. He tried to take your hand off but you put another hand over his mouth.
âLetâs talk about this at home. Please?â
Han finally eased down and nodded his head. The two of you were just a couple blocks away from home anyways. So you and Han walked side by side in awkward silence(insert song, sry I had tođ). He constantly glanced between you and the floor until he gathered the courage to ask you,
âCan I⊠mmm⊠Can I at least hold your hand? Iâm scared youâll run away and you wonât listen to me. Then Iâll never see you again! Youâll break up wiââ
You grabbed his hand so he would just shut up. So he did. The rest of the way was in silence with the soft comfort of each otherâs breath and presence.
When you made it home, both of you sat on the couch. Spending a couple moments in silence. Eventually, you spoke up, breaking the uncomfortableness.
âAre you not going to explain yourself?â
No answer.
âIf you donât say anything, Iâm gonna go to my friendâs house. I need some time. Foodâs in the fridge so warm up something for yourself to eat if you get hungry.â
No answer.
You sighed as you rose from your position, almost walking away before you felt a small and gentle touch on the tip of your small finger. A soft voice of the one you loved spoke.
âDonât go⊠Iâll talk. However much you need me to. Just donât⊠leave.â
The last word made you feel a pang of pain in your heart.
âIt was a stupid bet we made when we were younger. Hyunjin brought it up during our debut. The first girl we found the most attractive, we would ask out no matter the circumstances. It took me a month to even get to know you and a year to get close to you. I was scared but they made me confess. So when you accepted I was so happy. Nothing matters more than you. I promise. Youâre everything I could ask for so please donât⊠donât leave me. Iâll do anything you ask. Just donât.â
As much as he tried to keep strong for you, there were tears brimming his eyes. You knew you couldnât stay mad at him for long. And the way he confessed the truth warmed your heart. How could you leave him?
âI forgive you. Iâll just need a little time. I promise, I wonât leave you alone. I just need to take a bit of time for myself, yeah?â
Han slowly nodded his head as you pressed a kiss on his cheek.
Everything was fine though. You returned on the second day and boy did he make it up to you. In more ways than one. If you know what I mean. đ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEE FELIX You didnât hear from him for a few days. It angered you. He was the one who did the wrong thing and now he just thinks he can pretend you never existed!? Itâs probably for the best. You donât know what you would do if you saw him again. Forgive him? Probably not. Youâd rather jump on him and claw his face right open. Wait, letâs backtrack that. Probably just punching him in the face was enough.
It had probably been a month since Felix last contacted you, and you to him. It hurt you, you admit. But you were slowly moving on. Finding people you could actually trust in.
Well letâs just say⊠things did not go according to plan.
On a late night out with a couple of you girl friends, you were drinking and getting hit on. It was fun. The freedom, you mean. You werenât held back by the restraints of a relationship.
But I guess not everything goes like what you'd expect. Because while you were drinking a margarita, in walks in, no other than, Felix. And who did he just happen to walk up to first? You. The audacity to even take this action made you give him a hard slap on the cheek.
âHey, asshole. Howâve you been?â
Felix just held his cheek in shame. He couldnât exactly just yell at you. It was his fault in the first place.
âHey, y/n⊠Iâve been awful.â
âGood.â
You were fuming. You were not gonna let some man walk back into your life after saying such hurtful words and then ghosting you for a month. You absolutely loathed him. That wasnât really true though. Deep down, you still loved him as much as you used to. But, you were too scared to get hurt again.
Felix was equally as irritated but you mattered more to him right now, than his petty thoughts. So he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you out of the bar, ignoring your cries and pleas.
When you were finally outside, his grip loosened but he didnât let go. You just sighed and rolled your eyes.
"The hell do you want?" You said as you yanked your hand away and began rubbing your wrist.
"A chance to explain myself to you."
"After you ghosted me for a month? Not a chance. Get a life."
"Wait, y/n-"
"Leave me the fuck alone."
"I still want to be with you..." He nearly said breathlessy.
"Well I don't." You were fighting every fiber in you to run back to him tell him how much you love him and never let go. But you didn't want to be the dumb, naive girl, who always ran back to the same man. The same person. The one who hurt them. But you stayed there and listened.
A moment of silence was exchanged until Felix said something.
"We were just immature little fucks when everything happened. Minho made a bet with me, that if I got the number of the roundest woman I could find then he'd give me 200 bucks. I was foolish, so I took up the bet. Had it never happened, I wouldn't have gotten to know the great person you are. I never expected to love you this much, but I do."
You looked up into the night sky to prevent your tears from falling. It was stupid of you to want to run back into his arms. To feel the warmth of his smile and presence again.
âThat doesnât change anything, Felix. You still think Iâm a woman who weighs too much and looks⊠fat. You told me yourself that you love my body. But thatâs all a lie because if Minho never made that bet then you wouldâve never approached me. Youâre just like the rest of them, Felix. Someone who only focuses on looks and not the actual person. Youâre no different than Minho. It might have been just an immature joke to you but it meant everything to me.â
âY/nââ
âNo! Donât talk to me. I donât want to ever see you again. You ruined me, Felix.â
Felix could do nothing but stay silent and so you walked off. The emotions were too overwhelming for you. You may not have been able to punch him in the face but you were able to express yourself. A month of no closure and now you finally got it. At first, you thought that itâd make you hurt most. But surprisingly, it felt as if you lifted a weight from your chest and now you could be yourself again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ KIM SEUNGMIN You werenât walking for a long time before you heard another pair of shuffling feet right behind you. You began to panic. It was dumb of you to leave the house this late at night, especially in a big city like this. Your pace quickened and so did the person's behind you. Not only your pace but your breath too. Your fight-or-flight response immediately kicked in and you were definitely opting to flee.
Suddenly, the person ran up to you and grabbed your arm, yanking you back.
"Ahhhhh!!!" Your scream peirced through the night. "Get the fuck off of me! Leave me alone!" But the person only brought you close to their body and hugged you. Then, you heard the soft voice of your boyfriend. "Shh.. shh... y/n it's me. It's me, Seungmin."
You gladly hugged him and thanked him. "Oh god, thank goodness it's just you, Seungmin. I was so scared that someone was following me. That I was going to get abducted or something. Thank you, thank you, thank you." You stuttered out between shaky breaths.
Seungmin only continued to comfort you. "Shh... it's okay. I understand. You're safe now. Sorry for making you so scared, love. Shh..." He rubbed soft circles onto your back as you sobbed into his arms. "I came to find you because you didn't grab your coat and I got worried. Even when we're mad at each other, you shouldn't be out in the cold. I understand if you don't want to talk to me but please make sure you won't get hurt or sick."
It was moments like these that kept you from being mad at Seungmin. You could argue for hours but you would still be his highest concern.
With your hands still holding him to you, you whispered, âCan we just go home?â Seungmin nodded his head, still rubbing your back. âYeah, letâs go home.â He kissed the top of your head before taking your hand and leading you back to your house.
When the two of you arrived, the once comforting silence became awkward and insufferable. You patted the sides of your arms as you stared at the ground. While Seungmin rubbed the back of his neck and looked everywhere but at you. The uncomfortable silence was eventually broken by Seungmin.
âIâm sorry for saying that. I shouldnât have taken my stress and anger out on you when you had nothing to do with it. I shouldâve talked it out with you instead and Iâm so stupid for taking you for granted.â
âWhat about the last part, where you said⊠you know.â
âI said that out of anger. But it was mainly because me and a few of my friends made a bet to take out the first girl who walked through the door at that party we met at. Lo and behold, it was you. But then I really fell in love with you and I became thankful that that bet was made. Because if we never made that bet then I wouldnât have found you, the wonderful and amazing person I love.â
You couldnât help but tear up at his words. Seungmin didnât get upset easily but when he did, he would argue with you for days on end. But he always came back around when he all too quickly became worried for you. Thatâs what made you love him.
When Seungmin didnât get a reply from you he suddenly asked, âAre you going to break up with me now?â But then he heard your sniffles and his heart broke. He constantly kept making you cry even when he didnât mean to.
Unexpectedly, you ran to him and hugged him. âI canât even think of ever leaving you. I love you so much and your way with words just makes me want you even more. You know me too well, Seungie. I love you.â
He kissed the top of your head before resting his head on yours. âI love you too.â ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YANG JEONGIN Jeongin waited outside the bathroom for you to come out. It wasnât like he could go in. Heâd be casted out of the restaurant for being a creep and a pervert. So he patiently waited.
Eventually, you did come out but you had washed all your makeup off. The crying left streaks of mascara running down your face so you washed it before exiting. As soon as you saw Jeongin, you turned the other way. But unfortunately for you, that way just so happened to be a wall. You sighed before turning back to him. You were being a bit dramatic but you didnât know how else to deal with it.
Jeongin spoke up quietly. âDo you want to talk about it? We donât have to if you donât want to.â You slowly nodded your head in response and he held out his hand to you. You silently took it and followed him into a more quiet and private room.
âIâm sorry for walking away instead of listening to you.â You said.
âNo.. no, Iâm sorry. I shouldâve told you earlier and this was a horrible way for you to find out about it.â
He paused to see if you had anything to say. But when he got no response, he continued.
âUmm⊠so I used to have a big fat crush on youâŠâ
You giggled at that, a little surprised that he could admit it so easily.
âD-donât laugh at me! Iâm being serious!â He said out angrily. "I-I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." You said as you kept giggling. Jeongin was happy to see you smiling again so he kept going.
"When my hyungs found out they constantly teased me about it. But then the teasing turned into bets. They were betting on me to see I would ever confess or not. I told them I would but I never actually stayed true to my word. One day, they got bored with each other and came to me. They said that I should confess to you. If I succeeded they'd get me the latest Bruno Mars album and if I didn't then I'd have to give each of them 80 dollars. So we shook on it. I didn't want to lose so of course I mustered up the most courage I possibly could and asked you out. When you said yes, my whole world suddenly brightened as if this was what I was waiting for for my whole life. After I took you on a date, I told them of the success."
Your heart swelled at his words. You never knew he was so in love with you. It was almost as if the past event never happened. Now you were smiling from ear to ear as he told the story. Upon seeing your smile, Jeongin did too.
"I thought they'd stop teasing me after we got together but they never did. Calling me a simp and stuff. I'm not saying I'm not because I'm glad that I love you so much people can see it. But I hate being titled that."
Your eyes were full of affection for each other and it was clear as day. Every word that came from his mouth only reminded you of why you loved him so much. So how could you not voice it?
"Innie?" His ears perked up, indicating he was listening to you. "Have I ever told you how much I love you." He immediately pouted his bottom lip and opened his arms as an invitation. You slowly made your way over into his embrace. "Have I ever told you how much I love you too?" You chuckled as you nodded your head. You looked up at him and saw that he was still pouting. So you took it as your responsibility to kiss it away. Glad to say it worked as he laughed at you antics.
How could you ever doubt him when he loved you this much?
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agents' secrets âš || bts âą jjk [ONE-SHOT]
"please, don't shoot me for this."
about two interpol agents assigned to catch a pack of thieves. and a dicey secret to share.
© 2024 | eleni_cherie
[one-shot in 'the thieves collection' series - can be read independently!!]
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â word count: 10k
â genre: interpol agent au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburning, mutual pining, co-workers to friends to lover cw2f2l
â song recommendations/inspirations:
luca vasta - imperial (i don't wanna dance)
hozier - too sweet
alexandra savior - bones
claire - friendly fire
ezi - take my breath away
jungkook - standing next to you
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COPYRIGHT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
IDEA/STORY/CHARACTERS BASED ON MY PREVIOUS STORIES: "A THIEF'S ORIGIN" , "AMONG THIEVES" AND "A THIEF'S END".
this one-shot aims to give additional backstory to some incidents from the three main stories from jungkook and skylar's perspective while focusing and adding details to their friend- and relationship.
if you want the full context and also more of the two, check out the other stories as well!
PROTAGONISTS:
JEON JUNGKOOK AS HIMSELF; YOUNG INTERPOL AGENT / FRISKY COLLEAGUE
KIERNAN SHIPKA AS SKYLAR BLAKE; YOUNG INTERPOL AGENT / AMBITIOUS NEWBIE
ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERSÂ NOTÂ NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.
SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)
NOTÂ FREE FROM LINGUISTIC ERRORS - ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE.
DONâT BE A GHOST READER. LIKE, COMMENT & SHARE THIS STORY IF YOU LIKE IT :))
DEDICATEDÂ TO EVERYONE WHOâS READING THIS FANFIC!
CHECK OUT MY OTHER BTS STORIES AS WELL: HERE
-Elenixx
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[set between the prequel and main story]
Interpol branch office
Seoul, South Korea
Jungkook had never been someone struggling with mornings. Considering they'd spend the previous days in Shanghai, arresting a counterfeiter they'd been after for months, however, the lack of sleep started getting the best of him.
If he could, he'd have more than twenty-four hours a day. A day alone wasn't enough to fully rest.
With a yawn, he sat behind his desk and switched his pc on. Slight disappointment washing over his features as there weren't any news about their favourite pack of thieves. Perhaps Seokjin would inform them about any hints regarding Park Jimin and his gang in the team meeting later.
His eyes wandered around then, realising Namjoon wasn't at the desk across from his. And he sighed. It was a view he should probably get used to considering his older collegue was leaving the robbery department soon to become the lead at special victims.
Of course Jungkook was happy for Namjoon, but he simply wasn't a big fan of changes, even if they were inevitable. It always took him awhile getting used to new circumstances.
Suddenly a tall figure entered his peripheral view and he saw his supervisor walking towards him with an ambigious smirk. "Jungkook-ah! Good morning!"
"'morning, Sir."
"What are these bags under your eyes? They're deeper than my soul," Seokjin laughed out and gave him a pat on the shoulder, coaxing a tired chuckle from the young agent.
"I know, I know," he mumbled in embarrassment, which his supervisor missed while looking for something in his pockets. Eventually pulling out a USB drive.
"Remember the list of suspects we requested from the bootleg case? We got it here. Make sure to cross-check with the other case."
He nodded firmly. "Sure."
Only when Seokjin left, he let himself sink into his seat again. He definitely needed coffee before the team meeting in less than an hour. So he got up, making his way towards the elevator. As he rounded the corner, he saw Namjoon entering through the glass doors with the sleeves of his blazer rolled up and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. An air of refined nonchalance surrounding him.
He was holding one of the double doors open and only then Jungkook noticed he was talking to someone. Catching a glimpse of a person behind his broad shoulders.
"This is our floor and where you're gonna work at next week. It's pretty much the sa- oh! JK!" Namjoon's cheery voice when noticing him made Jungkook pause in his tracks. With a shy smile, he waved and walked up to him. Seeing the person Namjoon was talking to appear beside him.
A young woman, probably not older than him but not much younger either, stood there. Compared to Namjoon's tall stature she looked tiny and when standing in front of her he realised that she was indeed quite short, probably not more than 1.6 metres in height. Her shoulder-length blond hair was falling in soft waves, pushed back by a hairband. There was a sharpness in her brown eyes and a reserved curve on her lips as she locked gazes with him.
Only when one of her thick brows arched, he realised he'd been staring and with a quick blink of his eyes, he redirected them to Namjoon who'd been talking this whole time. "Huh?"
Namjoon gave him a puzzled frown before laughing out. "Say, haven't you fully woken up yet? I said this is your new colleague."
"Starting on monday, so not yet," the young woman corrected with a charming smile, earning a nod from Namjoon.
"Oh," Jungkook finally spoke up, his eyes going round like a child's as soon as he processed the information. And his gaze returned to her. "So you're his successor?"
"Y-yeah, I guess so," she answered tentatively.
"She's gonna be your new partner."
And his lips curled up. "Nice to meet you, then. I'm agent Jeon Jungkook."
He offered her his hand, which she accepted with a coy smile, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go again.Â
"Agent Skylar Blake, nice to meet you."
The senior agent motioned with his chin for them to continue down the corridor. "I was about to show her around the department before the meeting. You wanna join us?"
"Maybe later, gotta grab some coffee first."
Namjoon gave him an understanding look and chuckled. "Yeah, you look like you could use one."
He eventually met Skylar and Namjoon again in the conference room half an hour later. The two already sitting and chatting at a corner while people started gathering. Jungkook was sipping at his by now lukewarm coffee, occasionally peeking at them from a few seats away as they were all intently listening to Seokjin and the other teamleaders' updates.
The meeting went by rather quickly. There were news regarding some cases but nothing regarding Jimin, Taehyung and Yoongi. The general census being that they were currently laying low and preparing for a new coup after the failed one in Thailand months ago.
It was nearing noon when Jungkook sat back in his desk chair and stretched his neck. Finally having finished going through the list Seokjin had given him and some other evidence. He hadn't looked up from his screens in hours and when he did, his irises caught sight of Skylar sitting at the desk opposite to his. Namjoon's desk.
Her dark eyes concentrating on something in front of her, scribbling down on the paper.
For a moment, he observed her quietly as she tucked a streak of blond hair behind her ear. Tongue slightly sticking out between her red-painted lips. And he got curious of what she was so focused on.
Surely, he hadn't talked much to her yet but she seemed nice. And considering the two would be working closely from now on, he should probably get to know her better.
Skylar scribbled something again on what he eventually saw was a crosswords, too immersed in it to notice him approaching. Only a few blanks were left on the quiz and he raised an impressed brow when standing beside her.
"'Jackass'."
The young woman jumped up in her seat, looking startled at Jungkook above her.
"W-what?"
"'Jackass'," he repeated matter-of-factly, motioning with his eyes to the squares on the paper and tapping his finger on it. "Nine horizontal, 'equid â stupid person': jackass."
Finally understanding, she looked down and indeed, it fit. "T-thanks."
"You bored?" he asked then, meeting her friendly smile.
"Kinda. Agent Kim told me to wait here as he got called in by the other agent Kim and you seemed so emerged in your task, I didn't want to disturb."
He hummed, his eyes briefly falling into a sad scowl. He knew he should get used to seeing someone else, particularly her, sitting behind that desk from now on, however, it was still hard to grasp or accept that fact.
Shaking off that thought, he grabbed the unoccupied desk chair of another colleague then, rolling next to her. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, taking a seat beside her. A whiff of an unfamiliar smell filling his nostrils. It was her, he realised, she smelled nice. Of flowers.
She shook her head then, scooting further away to make space for him. "I didn't want to distract you from your task, though. You don't have to keep me company."
"Nah, don't worry, I finished and besides.." he offered her a smile, "..we'll be partners from now on. I should probably get to know you better since we're gonna spend so much time together."
Her lips folded and she nodded. "Makes sense.."
"So you like crosswords?"
"Mh. And reading. Keeps my mind busy."
"I see. I prefer video games."
"I suck in them," she deadpanned, earning a chuckle from him. At least she was honest.
"And I suck in reading anything with more than twenty pages of text."
"Oh, so you can still read children's books at least."
He huffed a laugh seeing her biting back one herself. He wasn't used to anyone being this witty with him besides Seokjin and occasionally Namjoon and it amused him. Made it easier to get used to her.
"Yeah, but I'd much rather read manga."
He managed getting a small laugh out of her after all and he grinned, satisfied.
They grew quiet, reading over the remaining blanks when Skylar peeked at him with prying eyes.
"Since we're getting to know each other right now.." she began slowly, earning a questioning look from him, "May I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
"Why do you seem so sad when looking at me?"
His brows rose briefly, before looking away with a sigh. So she had noticed. "Is it that obvious?"
"Oh, sorry, was it supposed to be a poker-face?" she giggled then, pointing her pen at him, "If so, I must inform you, you failed miserably."
He scoffed, laughing again and she joined him.Â
It was interesting. When she'd first met him a few hours ago he seemed aloof. However, seeing him laugh now had much the opposite effect on her. He looked quite innocent and childlike as his round eyes crinkled and turned into crescents while laughing carelessly.Â
"Please don't take it personally," he said then, "It has nothing to do with you. It's just.. I'm kinda sad Namjoon's leaving. That's all. He.. he is my role model here. Obviously Seokjin, too, they both are. But Namjoon was the reason I joined this department in the first place."
Memories from four years ago when he'd first joined after graduating from the academy swept through his mind. How nervous and dewy-eyed he'd once been and determinded to prove himself. Looking back at it now, he had to laugh at his past self.
Skylar, however, didn't seem nervous or gullible at all. At least from what he'd seen that day. And he quickly noticed the surprise on the younger agent's face at his confession, feeling himself blushing. "I know it must sound ridiculous and - "
"No, actually.. I get it," she interrupted him, "It was the same for me."
His eyes grew round. "What?"
She only nodded vigorously. "Yeah, I applied for narcotics first but he somehow got my application and convinced me to come here instead. He.. he surely has a way with words. I couldn't refuse."Â Frankly, she was still amazed by Namjoon's eloquent way of speaking.
Jungkook laughed to himself, nodding in agreement. "He definitely does."
They exchanged a small smile when suddenly their names were heard from the other side of the office. Both their heads turned in the direction of Seokjin's voice, seeing their supervisor standing all the way back at the open door of the conference room, waving at them to come.
"Just got some news from our favourite thieves. Blake, you might wanna join since you'll have to deal with them from now on, too."
They nodded and immediately got up to hurry to the conference room when Skylar accidentally bumped into him. Their gazes locked as she smiled up at him. And in that short moment her cherry lips moved to apologize, his breath hitched and he swallowed hard. His ears began ringing out of nowhere then, as if they'd clogged up and he shook his head in a poor attempt to get rid of it.Â
He noticed Skylar's puzzled expression, dark brows knitted together and his irises widened, taken aback.
"You two coming?"
"Y-yeah, yes," Jungkook quickly yelled and brushed past her towards the conference room.
And Skylar stood there, eyes resting on his tall figure.
What an odd guy.
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[6 months later, during main story]
Mexico City, Mexico
"I can't believe I let her trick me like that," Skylar huffed, doing her best to fight against the urge of burying her face in her hands. Instead, she only shook her head, disappointment washing over her.
Jungkook gave her an empathetic look. "You're too hard on yourself," he said and settled for the seat across from her. "Seriously, don't let that get to you. Arabella Valentine is a sly one. She'd have tricked anyone and this was the first time you came face-to-face with her."
Despite her appreciating his attempt of cheering her up, her sulky expression only persisted. "I know. But considering I studied these criminals so well the past months and knew how mesmerising she can be to the point even Park Jimin constantly gets wrapped around her finger, I should've been better prepared. She caught me out completely and I know it's unprofessional but I.. I-" Skylar grew quiet before throwing her head back with a groan. "- but I quite profoundly and wholeheartedly dislike her."
Jungkook only bursted out laughing, quite amused by the usual level-headed Skylar losing her composure. "Because she handcuffed you onto the cabinet."
"Because she handcuffed me onto the cabinet," she confirmed.
It was the first time she had encountered the female thief and Jimin's 'frenemy' and love interest, and despite the stories and warnings, she wouldn't have guessed to get so easily fooled by her, too.
Quite frankly, Skylar felt her pride was hurt but more importantly she'd embarrassed herself. In front of Jungkook and worse, in front of their supervisor Seokjin. Despite him laughing it off and even joking about the situation.
"Ah, Sky, told you already. You're too uptight, loosen up! No one's judging you for that. I used to be like that, too, you know. I took everything too serious, I was so eager to prove myself.. But there's nothing to prove. You're good, otherwise you wouldn't be here."
In the past months and during long flights all across the globe and endless nights going over evidence and connecting the dots, he'd said the same. In the beginning she was indifferent and simply waved it off, then she got almost comically offended by his advices. By now it only made her exhale deeply, knowing he was right. Yet, it was hard to accept it.
"But she got away.." mumbled and propped her chin onto her hand as she looked out into the sunlit buildings outside the police precinct.Â
Sometimes, she still felt like the outsider. The rookie. The newbie.
Everyone but her team colleagues looking down at her. Perhaps she was being paranoid, but sometimes it seemed like agents from the other teams and departments were talking about her behind her back. Like when she entered a room and everyone coincidentally stopped talking, people looking away when she caught them staring or hushed whispers around the corners.
It was surely all in her imagination, all these insecurities she'd felt while growing up and later in school, university and the academy, piling up. As if being half-korean and not looking like it at all wasn't bad enough, but with her mother being a diplomat and sending her to private tutors and lessons, it surely hadn't made it easier.
She wondered if any of her colleagues knew about it, wondered if they believed she only got so far because of her mother, despite her always being strictly against her daughter persuing that career and even joining Interpol.
The sound of typing interrupted her train for thoughts then and she saw Jungkook had begun looking over the security footage in the meantime, trying locating Jimin and Arabella's escape route after slipping away in the traffic.
"She'd have anyway," he eventually shrugged a gentle smile crossing his lips when glancing at her, "But you were the only one thinking about checking the archive. You were smarter than the rest of us."
That was true, she thought and it lightened her mood a tiny bit. A genuine smile tucking on her red lips. At least Jungkook never treated her differently, despite knowing about her background.
He was way more positive than her. Not that she was a pessimist, but when it came to herself she was certainly her biggest critic.
Her eyes wandered over the curve of his cheek, and the wave of his hair, and the way his shirt draped over his shoulders.
Shaking her head, she pulled her laptop closer to help him in his search.
"Cheer up, here." His sudden enthusiasm made her perk up from her screen and he turned his laptop to her. "Found where they went to. It's this café."
She arched a brow. "But do you really think they'll still be there? As if."
"Maybe not, but it's at least a clue and besides.." He rubbed his belly with an innocent smile. He got up then and flipped the device shut, gesturing for her to follow. "Come, I'll treat you to lunch. To make up for your hard day."
She huffed out a laugh. "I know you're making fun of me again. But I surely won't decline the offer."
And she gave him a wink before brushing past him.
The floral scent of her perfume staying a second more.
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[a week later]
Jungkook couldn't help but giggle in childish amusement when seeing Skylar struggling matching his speed. They were doing laps to warm up and he'd decided to tease her a little more by speeding up.
"Jung-" she wheezed "-kook! You meanie!"
Another fit of chuckles errupted from his cheeky grin until stopping abruptly and looking behind him.
Her blond waves were in a high ponytail, swaying left and right as she jogged towards him. Nearing him with a scowl.Â
They were both wearing the same standard field training attire, olive-green cargo pants and black shirts, almost looking like children whose parents' decided to give them matching couple outfits just for fun.
"Did you say anything?" he asked with a shit-eating grin, earning a roll of her eyes.
"We said we'd do a relaxed warm-up!"
He faked innocence at her adorable pout. "Oh sorry, must've forgotten."
Skylar could tell he hadn't but decided she didn't have the energy or will to continue arguing, being too exhausted after running like a maniac for five laps to try catching him.
"Are you two enough warmed up now?" the instructor at the training centre interrupted their bickering, both following him to the actual gym area.
Some would consider it a perk being able to exercise during work hours as field agents had to stay physically fit. Others again might consider it almost a punishment having to constantly work out.
Jungkook belonged to the first kind while Skylar was rather seeing herself in the second category. That day, however, she saw herself in the first one with him.
Defence training was on the schedule which she enjoyed as it was the only time she didn't feel totally inferior to Jungkook's muscular built which was quite the opposite to his sweet and juvenile face. And especially after Arabella having so skillfully fooled her last time, she felt she needed to freshen her skills.
An hour passed, grunts and small yells filling the area as both went through the exercises, either with the instructor or the training dummies. The air got stuffy after some, making the two eventually pause in need for a water break and to catch their breaths.
The instructor suggested for them to repeat the last couple of figures together the . One acting as the attacker and the other as the defender. So they positioned themselves on the training mat opposite of each other. Arms in front of them in a starting position.
"I'm apologising in advance, in case I'll hurt you," she said, causing Jungkook to scoff. He couldn't believe that smug smile on her gentle features.
"That's rich coming from the one always asking me to open her water bottles," he simply countered. Skylar's jaw dropped, about to retort something, when he began moving and she quickly composed herself.
Their movements were quick, she stepped in close to his body so when she turned, her right shoulder brushed his chest. Using the edges of her opened hands, she struck his upper and lower arm. Obviously she didn't do it too hard, it was more about doing the correct movements than using force. After all, she didn't want to actually hurt him.
Grabbing his arm, she twisted it until the heel of his hand pointed toward the ceiling. But then he pivoted, placing his right shoulder under her elbow and freeing himself. He walked backwards, facing her with a smug grin on his full lips. He brushed away the dyed strands that had fallen in front of his eyes with his tattooed hand as he took in the initial position.Â
Skylar puffed out a breath, blowing off a strand that had loosened from her ponytail. There was determination written behind her long-eyelashes and her fingers gave him a daring wave, gesturing him that she was ready for his move.
Without saying a word, his body spun in an fast movement. Left hand pulled back into a fist, the other arm stretched out for a pretend-punch aimed at the spot beside her. But Skylar grabbed his wrist in time and forced it to stop mid-air while her other hand grasped the collar of his shirt.
And both came to an abrupt halt, staring at each other with heavy breaths. Sweat beads were rolling down their foreheads, hair sticking to their flushed skin. There was a sudden shift in the air between them, it felt tense, electrified even. And for a moment, Jungkook forgot where he was, the wave emerging from her eyes deep and dark, threatening to envelop him as he sunk in deeper in them. Almost swallowing him up. And there it was again, that faint ringing penetrating his ears. Until the instructor's loud clap yanked him back to reality.Â
"Good! Back to the initial position and repeat!"
Skylar let out a shaky breath and loosened her fist from his shirt. Retreating slowly. Her brown irises fell to the bigger becoming space between them.
And she wondered if he also felt a short pain shooting through every fibre of his body when their faces were only centimetres apart from each other.
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[a month later, set during the main story]
Skylar was laying in her hospital bed. Wide awake.
Hours had passed since Jungkook's visit - after a nurse had lost her patience and pressed him to leave as visiting hours had long ended and Skylar was supposed to rest. Yet, she couldn't just do that. Of course not. Laying there instead with eyes wide open, staring into the darkness.
Waking up there after three days of coma due to exhaustion should have had her shaken up. However, the main cause of her troubled thoughts was rather the situation that had brought this upon her to begin with. The memory of it replaying in her mind's eye in an endless loop.
Just a pinch between her shoulder, nothing more was needed from Jimin for her to succumb after catching him on his escape from the interpol building.Â
It should've never come this far considering her self-defense skills, then how did it?
Certainly, she wasn't the only interpol agent these thieves kept outwitting, even her own supervisor getting fooled by them and yet, she felt humiliated it happened to her again.
Was Jungkook right? Did she overdo it and overwork herself?
Jungkook.. She should probably consider herself lucky to have such a sweet and caring person as her partner. He was always so considerate of everyone.
She wondered if he percieved her like that as well. As he himself always said, they had to look out for each other and that was what she always tried when they were out in the field. But somehow she felt like she failed. How was she supposed to look after Jungkook when she let herself get tricked by thieves so easily?
She sighed, her eyelids growing heavy eventually.Â
"Let me guess," Jimin chuckled from behind, "You're into your little colleague, agent Jeon, right?"
Her eyes shot open at the sudden memory creeping up from the depth of her mind.
Jimin's teasing words while disarming her days ago still rang loud in her ears. And she frowned all over again about this random and profoundly wrong conclusion.
Sure, he was known for having excessive psychological skills and the ability to read through everyone, exposing them to his advantage, but even he could be wrong at least once. Right?
"T-that'd be highly unprofessional,"Â she had defended herself back then and she stood by that. But now she regretted not simply denying it.
Yes, he was attractive and cute. Yes, he had a charming smile. Yes, he had a great personality.
No, she didn't have feelings for him. Not because it would've been unprofessional but because she simply didn't.
Right?
Jimin surely wouldn't have persisted calling it a crush if she had just denied it.
She was good in self-defence, she'd trained for this kind of situations. And yet, when he'd brought up Jungkook, it'd thrown her off completely. Distracting her. Of course, that was most likely the reason he had done it in the first place. He had only tried messing with her by bringing up Jungkook and she'd let him succeed.Â
That was what bothered her the most, the fact she'd failed in freeing herself from Jimin's clasp in time before he'd began distracting her.
And that was also the only reason why he'd called Jungkook to pick up her unconscious self afterwards. He probably thought he'd do her a favour by not leaving her on the cold ground for too long, as amends for making her unconscious.
That was it. Anything else wouldn't make sense because Skylar did not have a crush or any romantic feelings towards her partner.Â
She couldn't.
And still, she couldn't deny the warmth she'd felt when seeing him there. When waking up in that unknown environment, dazed and confused, meeting Jungkook's excited eyes and bunny smile gave her a wave of serenity.
He always made her feel safe. That was something no one else could.
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Jungkook's gaze kept unconsciously returning to the empty desk in front of him.
It was funny in a way. Seven months ago he had struggled getting used to seeing her occupying the space instead of Namjoon and now, now he couldn't imagine anyone but her sitting there. And seeing it all empty gave him a restlessness he couldn't quite understand.
Truth was, when he'd seen Skylar lying unconscious against the wall, his heart had dropped to the pits of his stomach, filled with panic and fear. The mere possibility of anything happening to her, made his mind cloud with a dark fog.
Lost in thoughts, he kept nervously tapping the pen in his hands against the tabletop.
He secretly worried, he constantly worried for her and he didn't know why.
It wasn't because he considered her weak or incapable. He knew she was more than capable. Her scores at the gun training were always 90% or more. And she was able to defend herself, which she always proved whenever the two trained together. And she was intelligent, the smartest person he knew save for Namjoon, she wouldn't get herself in danger.
Then why was he constantly concerned over her well-being?
Probably because he wasn't blind, he saw her staying up on the plane while everyone was dozing off, going over the case files. Or staying in office after everyone was gone, to finish the paper work. Or how she constantly beat herself up whenever she believed she'd screwed up. Just like now, despite an hospital stay.
His eyes fell on the empty desk across from him again.
The relief he'd felt when she'd finally regained consciousness after three days was beyond description.
It was logical for him to worry, though. Of course it was.
Skylar was his partner. She was his friend.
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[set after the final chapter of the main story but before its epilogue]
A knock on the car window disrupted the peaceful silence. Much to Jungkook's surprise, he saw none other than his partner waving at him from the other side of the glass before opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat. She immedietally took off her gloves to rub her cold hands in the warmness inside. The heating blasting from the dashboard in full mode
"Sky, what -" Cough, cough. "Are -"
"Save yourself from another coughing fit," she giggled and revealed a paper bag. Rummaging inside it before taking out a cup. "Here, drink."
Jungkook blinked, accepting the warm beverage. The steamy aroma of tea filling the car.
He opened the lid and blew on it before taking a sip. "What are you doing here? I thought -" Cough. "- Don was supposed to scope out with me tonight."
The blonde only shrugged, taking out another cup for herself. "I switched. Convinced him that he'd rather want to sit in a warm and cozy office and file the warrant requests than being out all night in the cold."
Her answer only puzzled him more as it rose more questions. "Didn't you prefer being in a warm and cozy office, too, though?"
"Of course," she nodded.Â
"Then why did you do it?"
She smiled into the dark liquid between her hands. Taking a sip herself and letting it warm her her frozen body. "Because. You know, it's quite boring if you aren't around to keep me company," she admitted casually. Despite feeling her already pink cheeks blushing more. His lips parted, but before he could response anything, she cleared her throat and continued. "And besides, I know it ain't fun doing an observation. Especially not when you got a cold and the other person talks non-stop about themselves."
He chuckled under his breath and took another sip from the tea, soothing his itchy throat. "Guess that's true."
"It's you who should've been in the warm office, your nose is all red," Skylar pointed out then with a raised brow but he only waved her off.
"S'okay."
"You sure?" He wanted to roll his eyes but Skylar's delicate hand suddenly pressed against his forehead. A concentrating look on her soft edges. His breath hinched. His eyes flickering to her lips.
"You're warm, you must have temperature." She sat back, glaring at him with concern. "Jungkook, are you sure you're okay?"
And he smiled. "I am, don't worry."
To that Skylar only huffed and crossed her arms. "You're such a hypocrite, always telling me I shouldn't strain myself but here you are, sitting in a car in the middle of January for an observation while being sick."
"'am not," the round-eyed guy mumbled when an anew cough emerged and he quickly tried suffocating it with the warm tea.
"Fine, be stubborn and worsen your cold," she mumbled then, "But don't expect me to come and bring you soup or something."Â She shoved the paper bag into his lap then and he saw there were his favourite cup noodles, banana milk and a pack of antipyretic pills.
His lips formed a small grin. He wouldn't mind getting worse if that meant she'd take care of him really. Nonetheless, he swallowed one of the pills along with his tea.
For the next ten minutes they oberved the building in silence. Skylar felt her eyes closing on their own, having to constantly blink to keep them open. She wasn't the best in simply sitting there for hours without doing anything, hence why she despised observations. And Jungkook knew it. Of course he did after two years of knowing and working with her now.
And yet she chose to do an observation just to keep him company.
Most people thought of Skylar of the perfect balance of wit and charm. Fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of her demonstrated intelligence, and possessing such strength of character that she was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and 'out-of-your-league' way. But to Jungkook she was more than that, more than simply smart, capable and beautiful. She was lovely, she was caring, she was adorable when upset and a real tease when competing with him.
But one thing he had to agree with, she was surely way out of his league.
"You know," he broke the silence, his voice quiter than he intended, "I read that classic novel you recommended."
At that any evidence of sleep washed away from her. "When?"
He frowned. "Why are you acting so surprised?" He sounded genuinely offended by her dumbfounded look and she quickly folded her lips.
"S-sorry, it's just that you yourself said you aren't much of a reader. That's why I've never expected you.." Her voice trailed off as she watched the cute pout on his lips grow. "And how did you find it? Did you like it?"
Jungkook made a thinking expression, biting his lips. "Honestly, I was confused in the beginning, but once I finally got the hang of it and used to the writing style, it was quite good. Less dramatic than I expected though."
She laughed. The lights of the dashboard giving her clear skin a faint blueish hue. "You expected it more dramatic? I found it quite dramatic as it was."
He shrugged with a lopsided grin, lingering on her dazzling large eyes a bit longer before averting his gaze back to the building he was supposed to observe all night long. "Perhaps I'm used to Hollywood-movie-drama. For the people back then it must've been quite dramatic."
Skylar couldn't help but give him a fond look. The fact he read one of her favourite books despite not being into reading, meant a lot. Especially as it wasn't a light read either, she knew.
"If I knew you'd read one of my recommendations I'd have suggested a classic romance novel, knowing you have a weak spot for such stories," she said, not teasing this time but with a nothing but affectionate smile.
"Name me one and I might read it if I find the time and will again."
"Let me think of one, after all I don't wanna be cliché and recommend Pride and Prejudice - although admittedly, it's brilliant."
"Oh, I've heard of the film - can I just watch that instead?" His boyish grin made her laugh out.
"Sure, do whatever you want," she giggled, looking out at the dark streets again. The fluffy snow blanket covering all their dirty secrets. No one had entered or left the building of interest and no one was out at this hour unless they had some dubious business anyway.
"You know," she spoke up after awhile, "I also tried watching the movie you mentioned."
He perked up at this. "'Tried'?" he repeated chuckling, "So you didn't."
"I did!" she defended herself, "But.."
"But?"
She pursed her lips. "I cried."
"Huh?" He looked at her, dumbfounded.
A pout crossed her features and she looked out again. "I cried, okay? A bit. It made me cry."
His lips folded, contemplating whether his memory failed to remember the sad scenes or if there really weren't any. "But.. it's not a sad film," he smiled then.
"Not necessarily sad, but touching for sure," she mumbled bashfully, avoiding his glance so he wouldn't see her eyes tearing up again. She was good in keeping herself from sudden emotional outbursts, but she had a weak spot for plots like this. Although she rarely watched anime films, this one would surely go to the top of her list.
"You're cute."
Jungkook's sudden words made her turn slowly, looking at his smile with utter astonishment. No one had ever called her cute, save for when she was a child. She didn't find her face to be one that would commonly be considered 'cute' nor did she think her personality matched that description. And yet, she felt herself blushing.
Her lips parted, fiddling with her words when he looked ahead again and took another sip of his tea. Clearly missing her lack of words. "Okay, no films that may make you cry then. What about horror films?"
"Horror films?" Skylar asked surprised, glad for the change of topics. "I love horror films! I thought you were only into chickflicks and anime though."
He frowned, faking offence. "Not 'chickflicks' - romance and dramas. There's a difference!"
She giggled, rolling her eyes. "Alright, sorry. But why have you never told me you like horror films in all these years we know each other?"
He shrugged. In all honesty, he didn't expect her to actually be into this genre and was a little astonished over that. "Hm, why have you never mentioned it either?"
And the two shared a short laugh before going back to observing the building in silence. His eyes occasionally side-tracking and watching her instead.
Skylar wasn't just his partner. Neither was she just his friend.
She was the closest person to him.
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[a few months later]
national treasury
Sejong, South Korea
"Team alpha, our man has been seen in the basement, near the left corridor."
"Roger that," Jungkook answered into the transmitter before pointing to their left with two fingers. Skylar gave him a nod and proceeded through the metal door with her gun aiming in front of her. Him following, eyes trained on every corner.
The basement of the national treasury was dim-lit, only security lights being switched. Bathing the corridors in wine-red and creating an eery atmosphere.
Skylar made a handsign, indicating she saw something suspicious. Shining the flashlights which were held right under their guns at the direction. And indeed, the massive door at the end of the corridor, was left a jar. Both exchanged a glance. It could've been a trap but they had to check it out nonetheless.Â
Carefully, Junkook pushed it open and entered, shining into the darkness. He went further inside, Skylar illuminating the other side of the room. Cabinets, safe deposits but nothing more visible. Reaching its end, they realised the area was empty and lowered their arms with a disappointed sigh.Â
His partner was about to propose to leave and check other places, only for a heavy noise behind them to catch their attention. They tensed and looked behind their shoulders. Against the red lights, the lean sillhuette of a man appeared and he waved at them. Jimin's laugh echoing through the dark then. "Don't worry! I'm sure the adults will find you soon."
Before they could react properly, he disappeared behind the massive safe door. Letting it click shut and leaving them both with a perplexed look in the light of their flashlights.
"No, no, no. No way," she muttered and shoved her gun into its holster before rushing to the metall door and desperately trying to push or pull it open, in vain. It didn't bulge even a little. Jungkook joined her, both grunting while taking turns in throwing their bodyweight onto it and pulling at the handles in a desperate attempt.
"It's really locked, huh?" he exhaled watching his partner retreat from it with a deep crease set between her brows.
"Seems like it.." She groaned, throwing her head back. "Great. That damn thief.. and what are we doing now?"
"Well," Jungkook shrugged after tapping his in-ear and not receiving any signal, just as expected considering that was one of the main security precautions of that safe. No reception. "I'm pretty sure agent Kim will look for us soon. He must notice we're missing."
Skylar only huffed though, taken aback by how relaxed he seemed. She observed him taking a seat on the ground, propping one arm on his angled knee while letting his flashlight wander around the room. The countless deposit lockers lined up on the walls covering everything in a cold silver.
"What do you think is inside there?" he asked. Brown eyes round from curiosity.
She sighed and walked up to him. Sliding down the wall and taking a seat beside him. She hated having to just sit and wait, not being able to do anything. She felt helpless and that was what they essentially were in that moment. All they could do was sit and wait for their colleagues or any security guards to find them.Â
Tricked by those thieves once again. She had to laugh at how ridiculous it was.
With a dragged breath, she stared up to the ceiling. Her eyes peeked at Jungkook who was still looking around their surroundings with child-like awe. If it wasn't for the situation they were in, she'd have found it adorable.Â
Quickly, she shook her head and coughed. She had to stay calm and focus. "I have no clue, Kook."
He hummed and began walking around. Lighting at the walls in search for any well or crack, but unable to make out anything like that. His gaze then went to the ceiling and the glass squares covering the lamps.
"Sky, would you come here for a second?"
"Why?" she asked but still got up, walking up him. Her eyes following his when he faced her with a mischievious smirk.
"I'll give you a leg-up and you try see if you can push in any of the squares. Maybe there's an intermediate ceiling."
She looked at him in disbelief. "Seriously?"
He simply nodded with certainty so she sighed, eventually nodding.Â
Jungkook was glad that no matter how ridiculous Skylar found his ideas, she'd always agree to follow them. He didn't know whether it was because she trusted him or because she didn't want to put up with his persistence, but he was glad nonetheless.
He crouched down, folding his hands on the ground for her to put her foot on. She grabbed onto his sturdy shoulders as he hoisted her and she climbed onto them. Frankly, she got a fuzzy feeling being all up high on an a wobbly surface but he held her ankles firmly, so she dared an attempt to stretch. Barely touching the built-in lamps.Â
With light grunts, she stretched more. Eventually managing pushing one of the lamps but with no success. It didn't bulge. "Dammit," she muttered and tried again by subconsciously raising her heels and slipping.
She shrieked out of shock, hands letting go of the flashlight and instinctively reaching out to hold onto nothing but air. In the split second she fell, she saw sporadic memories appear in her mind's eye when feeling strong arms enveloping her.
Jungkook had caught her fall in time, slowly setting her down. Her feet touching the ground of whose acquaintance she'd almost made.
Skylar's heart was racing, chest raising and falling rapidly as she breathed irregularly. And she stared at the soft ages of his dimly-lit face with a bewildered glare.
He was so close, he was so close and she couldn't feel her legs anymore. She couldn't feel her fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all she felt was the warmth his body was radiating, everywhere, filling everything while his arms were still securely wrapped around her smaller frame.
And she couldn't help but recall the memory pieces she'd seen when falling. They all consisted of him. Pieces of them together. Of his sparkling eyes, crinkling when laughing, of his sweet smile, turning mischievious when teasing her and his gentle voice, calling her name.
"Sky, are you alright?"
She blinked, realising he was actually calling her. Concern engraved on his partly illuminated features due to her silence. "Y-yes." However, her fingers curled more around his biceps. Ensuring he wasn't an illusion of her imagination from hitting the ground after all. "Please," she whispered then, "Please, don't shoot me for this."
And before he had the chance to ask what she meant, she let go of all her self-control and instead, kissed him.
She kissed him like it was her only chance to ever do something so reckless and bold again, because it most likely was, and she had to make the most out of it.
His lips were softer than anything she'd ever known, soft like a first snowfall, like biting into cotton candy, like melting and floating and being weightless in water. It was so effortlessly sweet. But perhaps the best part of all that was that she, guilty of constantly analysing the world around her, stopped thinking. And it was amazing.
At least, until she started thinking again.
"You.. wow.." he breathed against her flushed lips then. If his pupils weren't already wide from the darkness, they'd surely been after that unexpected move.
"S-sorry," she stuttered, feeling silly and awkward when realising what she'd just done in the brief moment her logic was switched off. "I shouldn't - I mean, we're colleagues. Partners! We should not.. it was unproffessional. Let's forget about it." Her feet moved to step back, when she felt his hands holding her forearms firm in their place.
"Sky," he simply said and she immediately stopped in her tracks. "If you regret it because it happened in the heat of the moment, without any meaning to you, I'll forget and never mention it again." He paused. Her soft skin shining faintly in the light of the flashlights on the ground. His hands moved from her arms, to her shoulders and eventually came to a halt on her neck. And Skylar held her breath, unable to move her gaze away. "However," his voice deeper now, "If the only reason you regret it is out of fear what anyone at work might think, I'll remind you that no one's around."
Skylar swallowed. Unable to suppress the rush in her chest. "And.. and what about you?"
"Me?"
"Y-yeah, what do you.. think about it?"
He smiled before pulling her in. His lips finding hers again. She didn't even try to fight it, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling Jungkook closer. His hands wounded her hair, as he'd wanted to do since the first time he'd seen her. It curled around his fingers, silky and fine. Her lovely scent filled his nostrils. His heart was pounding hard, creating a rushing sound in his ears. It wasn't a ringing this time, though, it was like beating wings.
Until it was replaced with the jarring noise of the opening door, catching them off-guard.Â
They practically pushed each other away, taking several steps back when multiple sillhouettes appeared at the frame of the opened door and they recognised Seokjin with security guards standing there. Bliding them with their flashlights and the two flinched.
"There you are! Jimin only left a note to look after 'the kids'," their supervisor laughed, seemingly highly amused by the situation. He turned around then, gesturing for them to follow. "Come, you two, there's no time to waste. He's still around the building."
"Y-yes, sir!" Both exclaimed in unison, peeking at each other before rushing out. Almost bumping at each other when trying getting through the door at the same time.
She nudged him then when the others were several steps ahead.
"You got lipstick around your lips," she said in a rushed whisper before picking up her pace and joining Seokjin, who was giving them new instructions.
And Jungkook smirked, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
It was good the security lights were still switched on and no one could see their flustered faces and excited smiles. Or her own smudged lipstick.
They surely had a long night in front of them.
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[two months later]
Interpol branch office
Seoul, South Korea
"I'll do it - should I do it? I'll do it. No -"
Skylar turned around, ready to head back to her desk when she bumped into something hard. Stumbling back, she came face to face with her boyfriend who was arching a brow at her.
"What are you doing?"
"I- nothing," she said firmly, "Going back to my desk." She was about to brush past him when Jungkook grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
"Why aren't you going inside?" he asked. His voice was calm and it sounded like a genuine question, yet there was a judging tone in it. "You should go in and talk to him, just like we practiced."
A sulky expression crossed her face and she looked away. "I- I forgot what we practiced. I mean, I got a blackout okay? I can't, let's just-" Her anew attempt of leaving once again prevented by him.
"Sky, why are you so nervous? You'd be perfect for the position. Just give agent Kim your official application and explain why you want it."
She sighed, peeking at him with a meek smile. "You know.. I don't like when people have such high expectations of me.. I usually like to crush them." It was one of her personality flaws, she supposed. Just like she had done by not following the plans her mother had made for her life.
"Is it expectations if I'm certain that you'll succeed though?"
"That's so cheesy of you," she whispered with a giggle, "But if we weren't at work I'd kiss you for that."
"You can kiss me later at home," he chuckled, tucking a stray streak of hair behind her ear and cupping her cheek briefly before letting go. Knowing she didn't want to risk anyone there finding out and hence always reminding him to keep any display of affection at bay.
With Jimin's gang suddenly retiring in Taiwan, one of the few countries Interpol had no jurisdiction at and agent Seokjin deciding to get married to an agent from the organised crime department and stepping down from a field agent and the supervisor position in favour for an office one, a supervisor position in the robbery department would soon be vacant.
And Skylar wanted it.
After four years there she'd quite many success stories to list, from leading a joined unit with the narcotics department to discovering several hideouts of bootleggers. But still. "They won't consider me for the position anyway," she said, bitterness lingering in her words, "I'm only thirty and too young, it'd be against the usual custom for an agent this young to become a lead. And I know some are side-eyeing me for my family background. If I really ended up getting the position, people would probably say mother pulled some strings. And besides.." She briefly glanced up at him, before her eyes wandered around the area for any unwanted ears. "..what about us?"
A crease formed between his furrowed brows. "What do you mean?" he whispered, matching her hushed tone.
"I mean," she said, wiggling her index finger between them, "It's already bad enough we're secretly dating despite being partners. But dating while me being your supervisor? That'd be ten times worse."
His lips parted, exhaling deeply. "Oh," he slowly began then, affliction evident in his eyes, "I don't wanna be the reason for you not getting your dream position."
"No, no, you wouldn't, Kook," she quickly objected, shaking her head as she touched his hand. Giving it a soothing squeeze, "As I told you, they wouldn't consider me anyway."
"I'm sure they will," he smiled, "As far as I know, agent Kim was even younger when becoming the team lead. He'll surely put in a good word for you to the higher ups. And I'll also do so, if asked. So?" he nudged her then, "Will you stop being a coward and go to his office now? Otherwise I'd feel forced to carry you inside there. And you surely don't want people talking, right?"
She groaned at his bright grin, knowing he would absolutely do as threatened if needed. It should annoy her, but she knew it was only for her own good. So she eventually sighed. "Fine, no need for your dramatics."Â
"Good girl," he nodded and turned her around by the shoulders, giving her a light push towards the door. "Good luck, although I know you won't need it."
"You're way too certain about this and I don't like it. You'll get more disappointed than me if I don't get it."
Jungkook straightened himself, staring at her with firmness.
"I know you will though."
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[six months later, set during the sequel]
"Sorry for making you wait."
Skylar smiled when seeing her boyfriend nearing her with hasty steps. Pushing herself off the wall of the underground parking lot to greet him when he pecked her lips as soon as he reached her.
"Iew!" she scrunched her nose with a giggle, hitting his chest playfully, "You're all sweaty! Didn't you take a shower after work out?"
"Ah, no. Since it took more time, I didn't want to make you wait any longer than necessary," he explained, throwing his gym bag over his shoulder and pushing back the raven strands that were stuck on his forehead. "I'll just shower at home."
The blonde hummed, brown eyes shifting towards the ground. "Besides, we said not at work.." she mumbled with a light scowl, causing him to roll his eyes.
"It's literally past office hours and no one's around." He let out an overly dramatic sigh, pretending being disappointed. "And here I thought I finally rubbed off on you.." He held his hand out for her which she accepted with no hesitation and he tucked her towards their cars.Â
He never took her concerns personally, he knew where they came from after all, especially these past months. However, sometimes she exaggarrated and was a tad too paranoid. At least in his eyes.
"Mine or yours?" he asked then with a raised brow, seeing her shrug.
"Let's go to yours. I don't have any food left in the fridge."
His brows wiggled at her. "Who says there's any in mine?"
Her lips parted, laughing as well. "Didn't you go grocery shopping two days ago?"
"Yeah, and I already ate it all," he grinned, "I burn lots of calories after all."
Frankly, she should've learned in all the years knowing him that this man could eat three full plates of food on his own and yet she still got surprised every time over his metabolism. "Fine, let's order something then."
"Did you finish off all the paper work by the wax?" He unlocked his car and slid inside. Skylar following him by taking the passenger seat.
"Yeah, I did. Wasn't too much after all." She dragged a breath while putting on her seat belt. Propping her cheek on her fist. He started the engine and drove the car out of the underground parking area. Taking a turn, heading west to his apartment. The sun hadn't set completely yet, tinting the sparsely spread clouds in warm evening colours. "She really didn't seem to have any clue about where all the stolen goods might be hid at.."
Musing over her words for a moment, Jungkook eventually nodded to himself. "I'll do a background check on eventual hidden bank accounts and rented places tomorrow."
She hummed, biting down her lips as they curled into a soft smile. "What a diligent subordinate."
Without averting his eyes from the road, he reached for her hand and gave it a light squeeze before leading it to his warm lips. "Gotta impress the boss after all."
Jungkook watched her blush from the corner of his eyes and chuckled under his breath.
It had been four months now since she'd got promoted and he never tried hiding how proud he was of her. Sometimes she pretended getting annoyed, but he knew that she secretly enjoyed it very much and simply wasn't used to it. Especially considering she wouldn't hear these words from her family. At least not her mother who Jungkook had the displeasure to meet, way before they'd started dating. It was only once but it had been enough for him to determine her personality, since Skylar herself wouldn't talk much about her - let alone speak ill of her.
He'd never admit it to her, not wanting to hurt her pride, but he pitied her a lot for that. He couldn't imagine not having both his parents' support hence why he made sure to be the one giving her lots of affirmation instead.
Particularly now with Jimin and his gang suddenly making a comeback in thievery after only half a year of retirement and everyone in the team, especially Skylar as the team lead now, being in a tizzy because of it. Even Seokjin having returned for extra support for this occasion. Not that they minded, they had missed their senior colleague's cheeriness and bad humour.
They eventually reached Jungkook's apartment and ordered food, him ordering a double portion obviously, before settling in front of his big flat-screen. Watching a survival show Skylar didn't really care about, but it was Jungkook's favourite so she didn't mind. It was too warm for her to concentrate on anything anyway. She was at her second scoop of ice cream, unable to cool herself. Not even a shower having helped.
She was sitting beside him, cross-legged and focused on her dessert. Her damp hair was flowing over her shoulders, slightly wetting the collar of her tanktop. A few small streaks framing her high cheekbones. He observed her dark brows knitting together then, struggling with a brain freeze before recovering and going back to digging into her ice cream. And he breathed out a smile.Â
He was helplessly and irrecoverably in love with her. Probably was from the very first day, even if he'd ignored the signs back then.
"Sky, say.."
She looked up from her caramel ice-cream, leading the spoon into her mouth with a frown as he'd stopped mid-sentence, making him huff out a chuckle. His arm stretched and he wiped away a bit of the cold sweet from her chin. A dragged sigh leaving his lips then, he shifted uncomfortable in his seat.
Uncertain of whether to repeat himself or simply letting go of the knowingly difficult topic, his eyes focused back on the show they were watching.
"Nothing.. just forget about it."
Maybe it was easier to pretend that he didn't want more out of this, always wanted. From the very beginning eight months ago, Skylar had been very clear and he had promised to respect her wishes. And yet, his heart couldn't help but crumble each time they worked on cases together and had to suppress even the smallest display of affection in fear anyone would sense there was more between them than just being team members.
However, despite him playing it off, as he usually did for her sake, Skylar couldn't help but notice the affliction in his eyes. She always did.Â
It wasn't like she didn't sympathise with him. It wasn't like she never got just as frustrated as him. It wasn't like she didn't feel the same. However, she was scared of losing everything at once if she dared saying anything.
She was one of the youngest team leaders in the history of the South Korean branch office. And a woman and half-foreigner on top of it all. She couldn't risk having her colleagues discrediting her or their work and scrutinise every little decision she made when knowing she dated her former partner and now subordinate.
And yet. there were also times when she thought none of that mattered anyway, because it was him. Because it was Jungkook. The sweet goofball who always had her back and had saved her ass more times that she could count.
Slowly, she put the bowl aside onto the coffee table where his legs were spread onto. Untangling her own legs, she knelt next to him on the couch.
"Hey," she poked his cheek with a pout, tilting her head. "Don't ignore me."
"'Am not," he chuckled and caught her wrist before she could poke him anew. "Just watching the show."
"I know you ain't actually paying attention."
Rolling his eyes, he held her gaze. Unable to dismiss the sorrowful sparkle in her big eyes. "Sky, it's.. it's okay." He forced himself to smile with his lips pressed together. Redirecting his gaze back on the flatscreen before he even had the chance to say something absurd and irrational like suggesting to make their relationship public.
The screen suddenly turned black and his brows arched at her.
"Let's talk about it."
"Is there anything to talk about though?" His voice holding genuine confusion. "I get your reasons and you know I'm supporting you no matter what. I just.." His voice trailed off. Shy eyes found hers again as she was intently listening to him. A faint smile on his face as he cupped her rosy cheek. "I'd love if this thing between us was real."
"It is real to me," she frowned, covering his hand with hers. "Just 'cause we keep it a secret from our colleagues doesn't mean it isn't."Â
Skylar knew she wasn't as good in showing her affection or romantic nature as he was, but she thought that by now he'd know her feelings for him and that their relationship was more than just a fling or a little after-work affair to her.
The crush she once had - and which that thief had perfectly deducted years ago even if she hadn't acknowledged it - having developed into way more by now. She knew she loved him.
The corners of his lips tucked into a wider smile. Hearing that made his heart-flutter, the validation that this meant more to her as well. "Alright, let me replace 'real' with 'official' then," he said, making her smile as well. And she drew closer to him.
"Alright."
His grin faded, taken aback. "Alright?" he repeated, unsure.
"Yeah, alright. Let's do it. Let's make it official. No secrecy anymore."
"I didn't say that to pressure you. I wouldn't want us to get in trouble at work a-"
"Honestly, screw them!" she cut him off, sitting back with folded arms. "I'm sick of having to fear losing my position just because I love you. It's not like we'd be making out in front of everyone or bicker while interrogating a criminal. We wouldn't even have to tell everyone."
"We wouldn't?"
"No, I checked that."
His grin returned. "You.. you did?"
"Yeah, we'd only have to tell my higher-up and sign some papers. Son from the other team told me a week ago. He had to do it once when dating an agent from division 3. Did you know that? And agent Kim literally married Yongsun from organised crime, so.." Adry laugh left her lips. "I better not catch anyone talking about us."
Jungkook remained silent for a moment, humming as he let her words sink in.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he spoke up then. He didn't sound mad, just curious. And Skylar exhaled deeply, peeking at him before her gaze drifted into the warm night.
"I wasn't sure if it'd be as easy for us, you know.." she admitted truthfully, not being as riled up anymore. "We're not just co-workers and we don't work in different departments or teams. I'm your supervisor. And a woman, so I have to prove myself and all that bullshit." She frowned at her words. "But I'm tired of it all. And it isn't fair to you nor me. We shouldn't have to hide. We're not the criminals here."
Another deep hum followed from him and he glanced at her. She was still turned away, her waves flowing in the night breeze as she was staring out the window. A pensive expression on her features.
"Sky?"
"Hm."
A beaming smile found its way on his lips then.
"You said you love me."
"And?"
"That's the first time you did."
He watched her freeze. In her upsetness she hadn't realised those words slipping out of her lips. She turned around with shocked eyes and he couldn't help but burst out laughing. Her expression instantly softening at the sight. She wasn't regretting saying it, she only regretted the way she had.
"Stop making fun of me!" she whined then, grabbing his tattoed arm and pulling at it in an attempt to make him stop, but it only worsened it. "Jungkook!"
"I'm- I'm not!" he breathed in between of laughing. It was always a hilarious thing to him whenever his collected girlfriend slipped like that.
"I'll take it back if you don't stop."
"Oh yeah, make me?" he challenged her with a smug grin. Seeing her huff, crossing her arms again.
"You're so childish."
"And yet you love me."
Her lips parted, about to defend herself when instead, she got silenced by his kiss. He knew it was the only way to end their bickering.
He pulled back then, brushing a streak of hair away that smelled after his shampoo before placing both palms on her cheeks, squishing them lightly. He was beaming from ear to ear and it was a breathtaking sight.
"Don't worry, if anyone tries messing with you, I'll talk to them. You know how convincing I can be."
Skylar giggled. Yeah, good looks and an easy-going personality made him 'Mr Popular' and he knew when to use it. "I can defend myself," she pouted, "But thank you."
He nodded and was about to lean in again for another peck, when he abruptly paused. Staring at her with a firm yet tender look.Â
"I love you, too, by the way. In case it wasn't obvious all these years."
THE END
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Iâm going to be working on chapter 3 of Cold Brewed Love. I was really sick last week and then my toddler got really sick and weâve just been a mess. But hopefully that should be out sometime soon.
âŠLast night I had a horrible panic attack. It came out of nowhere and was one of the worst ones Iâve had in a long time. I thought I was getting passed this but I guess not. So to get my mind off of it I wrote this. Itâs something Iâve been thinking about for a while, but just never wrote out. Itâs just fluffy and funny and cute. I hope everyone likes it and maybe itâll help someone else feel better.
I donât have a title so if anyone has any good ideas let me know!!
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Yoongi x Female Reader
Warnings: Swearing, kind of suggestive, anxiety, depression, jealous Yoongi, little angst, maybe bad judgements against foreigners but not in a hateful way (when writing this I did it from the view of an American who speaks English because thatâs me so I apologize to others who read that may not fit that role), also fluffy dorky Yoongi
Word count: 3,702
(I included one of my all time favorite Yoongi photos because why not)
When Yoongi first got his military assignment he was less than thrilled about it to say the least. How do you go from writing hit songs while traveling the world performing for thousands of people and collecting records and awards like no one else to sitting behind a desk entering numbers into a computer for eight hours a day? But he understands the why behind the reasons he has to do this, along with knowing that it is his duty so he is committed to completing his service to the best of his ability. He gets up early in the morning pouring himself a cup of coffee before he puts on his uniform and makes the short drive to the office location.
Whether it was pure luck or a carefully calculated choice by someone in charge he was thankful to be working in a quiet building just outside of Seoul. His department was on the top floor. His desk in a back corner, by himself, somewhat hidden away from view. He could show up, do his job, and leave like nothing happened. He was content with keeping to himself, minding his own business, and not going out of his way to make friends. Of course he was polite and friendly if approached, but he was never the approacher.
And then he met youâŠ
When his senior manager told him that he would be getting a desk partner he nodded and politely accepted the change but internally he was irritated. That irritation only grew when he found out that his new partner was a foreigner who barely spoke Korean. His mind immediately conjured up this idea that you were probably some kpop obsessed fan who moved here on a whim. The only saving grace he thought would be that due to the lack of mutual language you both would probably not be speaking much.
He got to work a few minutes earlier than usual on the day you were arriving to work with him. For some reason he wanted to beat you there feeling like he had to lay claim to his portion of the rather large desk. Your computer was already set up next to him. He sighed as he unpacked his bag and began logging in for the day.
Then you arrived. Your work uniform similar to his. You smiled and introduced yourself and then sat down and got right to work. You didnât freak out and tell him how big of a fan you were. You didnât even make small talk. You put in your ear buds and turned on some music and got right to work. You brought in a heavenly smell with you of vanilla and sugar. Heâs sure it would be called something like Fluffy Cloud Sweet Sugar Oasis and Grandmaâs Cookies or something like that if they sold it at Bath & Body works. And he was ready to buy every bottle.
When work was over for the day you told him to have a good night and packed your stuff and left. Yoongi realized this new seating arrangement wasnât going to be so bad after all.
The days went by much similar to that first day. You introduced him to your best friend Joon-Sung who worked in a different department on the second floor. The first time he met him Yoongi felt what he told himself was just some indigestion from his lunch because there was no way he was jealous of the handsome man that you so freely talked to and joked with until he heard you mention something about Joon-Sung and his new boyfriend and the indigestion somehow magically went away.
Then Yoongi noticed that he found himself feeling a little more excited each day for you to walk through that door. He also started changing his routine bit by bit. He styled his hair a little more, at least the little bit of hair that was slowly growing back after having to get it shaved. He started wearing cologne again, even buying the one he heard you mention you liked after someone walked by wearing it. His nights were spent brushing up on his English so he could better converse with you and in the mornings he started bringing you cups of hot chocolate or herbal tea after he heard you tell Joon-Sung that you were trying to lower your caffeine intake because your anxiety was getting worse.
Then his world came spiraling out of control at the realization that he might like youâŠlike a lot. The last thing he needs right now is any kind of relationship especially with a foreigner. Like sure you were really pretty and very nice and you both communicated well even with the language barrier and you were taking Korean lessons so you were getting better. You had acclimated to living in Korea just fine. Joon-Sung often joked that you acted more Korean than most Koreans and that you were a Korean Ajumma in a young womanâs body.
Your best friend other than Joon-Sung was your 80 year old neighbor Mr.Park and his cat Mittens which lead Yoongi into remembering a story about how you and Mr. Park spent all day hand making cat toys to take to the animal shelter which made Yoongiâs heart swell with affection before he quickly shook that feeling away.
The more he thought about it the more Yoongi realized how much of your life he had grown to know and how much he looked forward to seeing you and talking to you.
And how much he talked about you outside of work.
âI donât know man, sounds like you like her.â, Hoseok said while having a couple drinks at Yoongiâs on his day off from the military.
âI do not. Sheâs just nice. We have to work together. Thatâs all.â
âMmmhmm sure, thatâs why you havenât stopped talking about her all night. Jimin mentioned that you even told him about her over the phone. And your ears are doing that thing.â
âWhat thing?,â Yoongi questioned already knowing the answer.
âYou knowâŠthat thing where you ears get all red when youâre lying or embarrassed. And by how red they are Iâm thinking itâs a little of both.â, Hoseok chuckled before taking a sip of beer.
Yoongi couldnât like you. Heâs only known you for a few months. He doesnât fall that easily for anyone. He knew his last partner for three years before asking them out. He hasnât even hung out with you outside of work yet. He had your number, but that was because you asked him for it to send over a work file you were going to complete at home. Heâs never texted you outside of a thanks once heâs received it. Sure heâs opened up a blank message and attempted to text you something almost every night. Thatâs normal though. Right? Heâs just awkward and youâre just a friend.
Then he saw you walk in for the day. You were carrying two bags of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. One bag had Joon-Sungs name on it and the other had Yoongiâs. You made him cookies. He thought his heart was going to explode.
When Joon-Sung walked in to collect his package from you he started complaining about how he was going on a date with some guy who loved basketball so now he was trying to cram full of info to try and impress him. He showed you his phone,
âWho is this?â
âThatâs Lebron James.â
âIs he any good?â
âWell heâs the highest scoring player in NBA history, heâs top 10 in steals and assists, and has four championships so yeah you could say heâs pretty good.â
âOkay and what team does he play for?â
You sighed, âHe was drafted by the Cleveland Cavaliers in 2003 then he went to the Miami Heat for a while and then back to Cleveland and now heâs with the Lakers.â
Yoongi listened as you rattled off basketball facts like nothing with his eyes wide.
Fuck I think I love her, he thought to himself.
Yoongi tried his best to push any thoughts he was having about you far out of his mind. But you were all he thought about. How good you smelled next to him. How sweet your voice sounded saying his name. How you would feel underneath him with his body pressed against yoursâŠ
Realizing he was about to really embarrass himself at work he quickly started thinking about that time he accidentally saw his mom in her underwear instead hoping to change the direction of his thoughts but because his brain seemed to hate him his thoughts wandered back to what you would look like in this black lace number he saw was being released by some high end lingerie brand. Maybe he could buy it for you as a gift. Or would that be weird? Quickly he excused himself needing to get up and get a distraction.
When he returned to his desk Joon-Sung was gone and you were typing away at your computer.
âHey can I ask you a question?â, you said, âI hope Iâm not going to make things weird between us.â
Yoongi froze. Did you notice? Could you read minds? Oh my God Yoongi thatâs so stupid, people canât read minds. He was so in his thoughts he forgot that you had asked him a question until he saw you staring back at him.
âOf course, go ahead.â, he managed to squeak out.
âSo JoonâSung is having a party this weekend. He wanted me to ask you to come. Itâs nothing big. He does them every few weeks. Heâs just social like that.â
Yoongiâs not sure if heâs relieved that youâre not some mind reader or if heâs hurt that youâre only asking him to come because someone else told you to and not that you actually want him there.
But he agrees to go regardless because he wants to spend time with you.
Yoongi doesnât like to judge people but heâs a little shocked to find out that Joon-Sung lives in one of the fanciest most elite apartment complexes in Seoul. Something about having family money so he works mostly to give himself something to do. Yoongi admits heâs a little impressed and also a little jealous.
He came prepared with topics to talk about. He researched the bands he always sees you listening to even though most really werenât his style. He looked into your home city so he could ask you questions. And if all else fails he can rely on basketball as a speaking point. He canât remember the last time he put this much effort into getting to know someone.
He takes off his shoes and walks into the main living area and immediately starts scanning the room for you. He spots you right away.
He takes a moment to look you over. The dress youâre wearing is much shorter and tighter than your normal work outfit. It accentuates every one of your curves perfectly. He sees what he thinks is a thigh tattoo poking out the bottom. He wants to see more of it. You look so good and he can feel his temperature rising. Fuck Yoongi get it together. Youâve been acting like some deprived horny teenager he thinks while making a mental note to call his doctor. Maybe his hormones are out of whack or something. This isnât normal for him to feel like this around someone.
He watches as youâre happily talking to some guy. Some guy whoâs like ten feet tall and made of pure muscle and looks like he was ripped out of beauty magazine. Maybe that is your type. Maybe he should introduce you to Jungkook. At least then heâd still get to see you after his service is up because youâd clearly not be interested in someone like him.
Youâre laughing at something the guy said while placing your hand on his bicep.
Well this is something Yoongi never thought about. He was so consumed in his feelings for you that he never stopped to think about whether or not you liked him too or if you were even available. What if youâre already seeing someone? What if youâre happily married with two kids? He never asked you about your relationships since it felt too personal at the time. He feels like the room is spinning as he is trying to find another route when he hears you calling his name.
You walk over and wrap your arms around him in a hug, âIâm so glad you decided to come.â
He smiles feeling some relief as you lead him to the kitchen to get a drink and something to eat.
Youâre both eating a piece of pizza when you ask him a question.
âThis is random but do you have a nickname? I mean besides Suga or Agust D of course.â
He shakes his head.
âYou look like a Yoongles. Has anyone ever called you that?â
âA few fans have online but thatâs it.â, he chuckles.
âWell I think it suits you. Or maybe Yoongily Boongily Bear.â
âOkayâ he snorts trying to fake indifference but in that moment he realized that heâd let you call him Captain Dumbass if you wanted to just so he could see your smile and hear your giggle again.
Yoongi had gone to talk to one of your other co workers for a while to give you a break from him since youâd been attached at the hip. He was coming back from the bathroom when he noticed you were nowhere to be found.
Did you leave already? And without even saying goodbye. That hurt a little more than he wanted it to. He didnât get the chance to ask you about your hometown. Now heâs stuck with all these useless facts about some city heâs never even been to.
Just as he was about to give up and head home someone moved the large curtain hanging against the window and he recognized your figure leaning against the balcony outside. Slowly he made his way there.
âI thought you left.â, he said when you turned to look at him after hearing the door open.
âNo it was just getting to people-ish in there, I needed a break.â
Yoongi felt bad for intruding on your space.
âOh Iâm sorry. Iâll go back inside.â
He felt electricity shoot through his body after you grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the railing, âNo stay. I like spending time with you.â
He felt his heart skip.
The two of you stood in silence for a few moments while staring down at the vast city below.
âI like to look out at the city when Iâm overwhelmed or when my anxiety gets too much.â, you suddenly spoke, âI like watching the lights, seeing all the people move around. Some going to work, some coming home. Couples going on dates. Some people are down there having the best day of their life while others are having the worst. Itâs comforting in a weird way.â, you chuckled, âTo know youâre not alone out here in the world.â
Yoongi looked you over quietly. He didnât know you struggled so much with anxiety and feelings like that. He knew you had anxiety which is why he never got you anything with a lot of caffeine, but he thought it would just make your heart race or something. He didnât know you suffered so harshly from it. You always seemed to calm and put together. He felt a strong urge to just wrap you in a big fluffy blanket and give you a kitten to hold as he cuddled you close while telling you itâll all be okay.
âItâs funny actually. I never really listened to your music before I met you.â
Yoongi gasped dramatically acting extremely hurt.
You giggled, âI know. I mean I knew of you guys and such but it wasnât really my thing. But when I found out I was going to be working with you I wanted to know about your music and having something to talk about with you. Honestly I went into it not having high expectations.â
Now Yoongi was genuinely a little hurt but he knew everyone was entitled to their own opinions and feelings and thatâs why music was so great.
You continued, âI was taken back by how real your music was. How full of emotion and the raw feelings you conveyed. Your song The Last, man I cried after hearing that. To see someone struggle as much as you did with mental health issues and still come out on top even though you had to fight for it. It gave me hope. Maybe one day Iâll be okay too.â
Yoongi thought about every funny scenario he could. That time Jin shoved an entire donut in his mouth and then accidentally coughed it all over Namjoonâs face or that time his brother slipped on some ice and conveniently landed right in a giant puddle of dirty water like he was in a cartoon. Anything to stop himself from crying in front of you.
âThen I listened to Snooze. And that song has become like my anthem. Any time I feel the walls closing in on me or I think I canât do it any more I play that one and I can feel the gray clouds being pulled away and the sun shining down.â, you chuckled, âYou have got to introduce me to WooSung by the way.â
Yoongi laughed with you but deep down he knew he was NEVER introducing you to WooSung unless it was at your wedding after youâd already exchanged vows and kissed and you were officially Mrs. Min Yoongi. Then MAYBE he might let you meet himâŠfrom across the roomâŠover video chat.
âIâm glad my music could help you so much. Any time I hear something like that it gives me the motivation to keep going too.â, he said not really sure how to comfort you in that moment.
âHow did you do it?â
He look at you confused.
âHow did you heal yourself?â
Yoongi found himself chuckling. Not because he thought it was a funny question or anything but he never thought heâd be answering questions like that.
âI mean I donât know if Iâll every be fully healed. At first I used alcohol. Iâd drink until I wasnât coherent enough to feel. Then I switched to working myself until I was so exhausted I didnât have the energy to worry. But now I go to therapy and take medicine when it gets really bad. I use music as an escape without overworking myself. I also surround myself with people who I know are good for me. I think thatâs really important.â
You nodded in understanding.
âThank you Yoongi. For helping not only myself but also yourself and the millions of fans around the world.â
Fuck he wanted to kiss you so bad and and hold you and make sure you never felt another ounce of sadness ever again.
This conversation kind of killed the mood admittedly though. You just opened up to him about something that mustâve been difficult and he canât just be like oh hey by the way I want to date you and hopefully do unspeakable things to you one day so do you want to go out with me? That would be really insensitive.
Instead he was going to simply invite you to hang out as friends, offer to be your support and see where it goes from there.
âHey Y/NâŠâ
Just then the door swung open and a very drunk Joon-Sung came stumbling out.
âThere you are. I looked everywhere for you guys. I figured you were blowing him in the bathroom already.â
Yoongi choked on his spit and felt his entire body heat up at that statement.
âDid you tell him how you love him and you think he has the prettiest eyes and the nicest smile and the cutest little butt?â
âGo.to.bed.Joon-Sung.â, you hissed.
âAlright alright, but if you two are gonna fuck use the spare bedroom. I paid too much for my couch for there to be naked ass cheeks on it.â, he slurred before stumbling back inside.
You turned back around and continued to stare out at the city below. Yoongi thought you were handling this well. If it was him he wouldâve already jumped over the railing from embarrassment.
âIâm sorry.â, you whispered when he came up next to you, âI didnât want you to find out like that. Itâs gonna be weird between us now. Monday morning Iâll ask for them to reassign me to a new department.â
âY/Nâ
âHell Iâll even move out of the city.â
âY/Nâ
âIâve heard Busan is nice.â
âY/Nâ
âJust please donât write a song about me. I donât think I can recover knowing my most embarrassing moment is being retold on stage as seven guys do some extreme choreography while wearing coordinating outfits.â
Y/N!â
Finally he got your attention. He couldnât help but smile at how flushed you were.
âCan I kiss you?â
âWhat?â
He used the new boost in confidence from knowing that you liked him too to take a step closer to you. So close he could feel the warmth of his breath bouncing back off of your skin.
âY/NâŠCanâŠIâŠKissâŠYou?â
You didnât say anything but nodded which was all he needed to lean in placing his lips on yours. Itâs cheesy but he felt like fireworks were going off. His senses were overloaded with you. That familiar sweet vanilla perfume you always wear. The softness of your lips. The taste of the pizza and hard cider you had earlier. It made him feel like he could fly.
âSo you think I have a cute butt huh?â, he smirked against your lips.
âSeriously? Thatâs what youâre going to remember?â
He stepped back putting his hands up in defense, âHey listen, you donât even want to know the things Iâve thought about your butt over the last couple months.â
âYeah well maybe you can show me instead then huh.â, you smiled pulling him in for another kiss.
âI would be happy toâ
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ââËïœĄâ my love mine all mine. ( dick grayson ) !
âââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ â.đ„ Ę Ëâá° synopsis â " nothing in the world is mine for free, but my love, mine, all mine, all mine. " blk reader.
âââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ àż àż*:ïŸwarnings â possibly ooc dick ( i never write characters how they actually are lol ),angst, possibly hurt/no comfort ( ? ), unrequited love ( sorry y'all), she's a doozy y'all, dramatic x 100000.
âââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââ§Ë àŒ âïœĄË tia speaks â i need to stop listening to mitski while i brainstorm new fic idea because i just keep writing song fics. but alas, here we are. i literally love this album and i lowkey might make a masterlist for my song fics because i write sooo many of them. i hope y'all like this because i am proclaiming song fics to be my brand. i also suggest listening to the song as you read the latter half of this. dedicated to @pinkhoodi cuz this OUR man.
"you'll be there, right?"
"are you kidding me? i wouldn't miss it for the world."
"where's dick?" your mother asked as you took a seat next to her at the dinner table. she was expecting the young man's presence, having gone as far to prepare one of his favorite side dishes and a little extra to take home. "i thought you said he was coming tonight?"
"more excited to see him than me, hm?" you joked, attempting to avoid your mother's question. she gave you a deadpanned stare, causing you to sigh dramatically before answering. "he told me that he couldn't make it a few hours ago, i just forgot to tell you."
"oh, honey..." your mom started, but you shook your head and offered her a reassuring smile.
"ma, it's not a big deal. i told him we could just celebrate another time," you lied, resting a hand on her shoulder as she gave you a sympathetic smile. your eldest brother sat across from you, having noticed dick's absence, but chose not to mention it. having heard the topic of conversation, he grabs your attention to congratulate you.
you were a small fashion designer, often dealing with making pieces for special events for the small city of bludhaven. you work out of a small shop that you rent with some of the money from your designs as well with the income from being a art teacher for the local elementary school. you took a leap of faith and sent a few of your designs to a big name corporations and they loved them, immediately offering you a position. this was your dream and everyone was excited for you.
and now, you're at the celebratory dinner your parents planned in your honor. the same dinner that dick was supposed to be at, pouring you a glass of merlot. he hadn't said a word. he hasn't answered your calls nor your texts. you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, trying to convince yourself that this was just a misunderstanding on his part, but you couldn't help but care about his absence.
but this was your night. so, you sucked it up and smiled for the pictures with your friends and family. you laughed at the jokes. you even gave a big teary speech with the power of brandy.
"did you drive tonight?" your second eldest brother asked, watching as you swayed a bit before turning to look at him.
"no. i figured i'd have a ride home given that this was my celebration and i knew i'd drink, but..." you shrugged. "i'll probably just get a taxi."
"get in," he opens the passenger door, gesturing for you to get it. "i'll give you a ride."
you stared at him for a few seconds before giving him a drunken smile. "awww big brother, you're too kind."
"yeah, yeah. just remember me when you're rich and famous with your own fashion line, okay?" he said as you got into the passenger seat, drunkenly settling in the seat before turning to him and giving him a cheery smile and a thumbs up. he huffed a laugh before closing his car door.
he rounds the car, gets in, and begins to drive. he glances over at you before sighing at the melancholic gaze in your eyes.
"so," he started, his tone gentle. you perked up at the sound of his voice, turning your head to look at him. "dick didn't show."
"yeah," you sighed out, turning away to look out the window. "he didn't come."
"why?" he asked the pressing question that you were sure many others wanted to ask at the dinner as they noticed the empty chair to your left.
"he just... didn't come."
"you two fighting or something? because i can't seem to think of another reason as to why he wouldn'tâ" your brother started but you cut him off.
"i don't really wanna talk about it," you rubbed eyes, effectively messing up your makeup for the night. you didn't want to talk about how your best friend wasn't there to celebrate your greatest achievement to date. that was a tomorrow ( read: next week ) problem. "he didn't come. that's it."
there was a pause before he sighed. "okay."
"okay," you repeated, slouching back in your seat before smiling to yourself. "drop me off at the bar by my apartment? i could use one more drink."
"i think you've had enough to drink for one night," he responded as the parking garage of your apartment building came in the view.
as he pulled toward the gate of the garage, you looked out the window, noticing a familiar figure sitting on the hood of a car in front of your apartment building. you let another tired sigh before looking ahead of you.
"yeah, you're probably right."
you woke up to someone pounding on your door, coupled with the pounding headache as a consequence from last night's drinking. you remove yourself from your bed, dragging your feet over to your door as the knocking continued.
"yeah, yeah, i heard you the first time," you groan as you open the door, keeping the chain lock secured as you did so. you rubbed your eyes as you asked "what?"
"y/n," you startled at the sound of his voice, immediately looking up and being met with the guilty gaze of dick grayson with a bouquet in his hand. hurt and anger filled you as you rush to close your door, unsuccessful as he shoved his foot in the crack of the door. "y/n, please. i'm sorry! just-just listen to me for a second."
"go fuck yourself, grayson," you said, leaning your full body weight on the door as you tried to get it to close despite his foot being in the way. "move your foot or i'm gonna fucking break it."
"just let me in so we can talk, y/n. okay? i just wanna talk," he begged as he tried to push the door open and away from his throbbing foot.
"i said, move. your. fucking. foot." you emphasized your words as you threw your body against your door, further crushing his foot. he removed his foot, allowing you to close your door. you leaned against it as the tears welled up in your eyes.
"y/n, please. just let me in. i know i fucked up, just let me in, so we can talk," he spoke through the door. you scoffed aloud, shaking your head at the desperation in his voice. you thought about leaving him there to talk to the door as you wallowed in self pity in your bed, but your hoping heart got in the way of your vengeful mind. you stood up and undid the chain lock before open the door and walking away, allowing him to let himself in.
"why?" was the first thing you said when he closed the door behind him.
"y/n, i know you're upsetâ" he started, but you shook your head.
"why didn't you come?" you asked again.
"i didn't mean to flake on you like that. okay, you know you mean the world to me. i just got so caught up yesterday, y'know? like with work and barbara, i just lost track ofâ"
"barbara? you missed the dinner because you were with barbara?" your voice cracked as you stared at him in disbelief.
barbara.
it was always barbara.
it was barbara when he didn't come out with you for your 21st birthday. it was barbara when he missed all 10 of your calls when you found out your apartment was broken into and you just needed a place to crash for the night. it was barbara when you got rejected from your dream fashion academy and dick was the one person you wanted to comfort you and tell you that you were still good enough.
it was barbara when you finally worked up the courage to tell dick that you had been in love with him since you first met and he tells you that he finally got barbara to agree to give him a chance.
and each time, you sucked it up and forgave him, whether he knew he hurt you or not.
"yeah, i had some time to kill before the dinner and she asked me to come see her. and i mean, she's my girlfriend, so of course i went. and then i realized that it had gotten pretty late and by the time i would've gotten to the dinner, it would've been over. i came by last night, waiting for you to come back. i got this big bouquette and a cake from that shop on 2ndâ" he rambled, sitting the flowers down on the counter and pacing across the floor as he tried to redeem himself.
"you missed my dinner for barbara? the dinner that my family, who lives 3 hours away, planned to celebrate me achieving the one thing that i've wanted since i could write...for barbara? for a little alone time with your girlfriend? you mean i sat through two hours of my mom coddling me because the one person i wanted to celebrate with, who i wanted to support me, didn't show because you were with barbara?" you interjected, fighting tears and swallowing the lump in your throat. dick stopped his pacing to look at you, a huge sigh leaving his body as he scratched the back of his neck.
the two of you stood in silence as you stared at the nervous man in front of you. dick opened and closed his mouth, searching for something to say as he notice the quivering of your bottom lip and the dewy glaze of your eyes.
"yeah," he broke the silence. "i know i fucked up yesterday, but that's why i'm here now. i wanted to fix my fuck up. y'know, take you out for like breakfast or to the art museum a few towns over with the fashion exhibit i told you about. we can spend the whole day out celebrating."
"well, i don't want to celebrate today. the time to celebrate was yesterday at dinner which you missed so," you shrugged at him, turning around walk into your kitchen area, hoping to contain your emotions for a few more seconds.
"i know this is important to you, okay, and i'm sorry that i missed the dinner yesterday, but i think you're being a little unfair to me, right now. i mean, i know that we're best friends and we always want to be there for each other, but i also have a life of my own. you can't always have me, y/n," he said.
you can't always have me, y/n.
the words rang through your mind as your head fell forward and your shoulders began to shake as the dam broke. your tears fell rapidly as you silently cried, refusing to make a sound to save the little bit of dignity you had left.
maybe you were being unfair. it was just a dinner and he was trying to make it up to you now. he was a busy man and you knew that, so him clearing his schedule for you was a good sign that he was sorry. and beside, he was right. you couldn't have him.
but just a little part of you, a very naive part, hoped that you could one day matter more that barbara when it came to dick.
you sniffled and let out a weak laugh. "you know what, you're right. i can't expect to have you all the time."
"y/n, you know i didn't mean it like that," he tried, approaching you to pull you into a hug as your tears still fell. you pulled away from him as you moved to lean on the sink. you crossed your arms before letting out another watery laugh and looking at the man.
"i think you should go home," you give him your best smile. it was strained and shaky, but it was all you could muster up.
"y/n, what about the museumâ" he tried again. you shook your head for the umpteenth time.
"i'm not up for it today. you can make it up to me some other time but i really can't look at your face right now," you walked to your front door and held it open, waiting for him to walk out.
"no. i'm leaving you here to cry because i missed your dinner," he looked at you, frustrated that you suggested that he left you alone in the state that you were in.
"it's not about the dinner, dick," you exasperated. "i just think you should go. i'll give you a call when i'm free, okay?"
"y/n..." he started, not moving from his spot.
"dick, please leave," you finalized, gesturing to the door as you held it open. he began to walk to the door, dropping his head in shame. "take the flowers, too."
"the flâyou love daisies."
"barbara loves daisies. i like lillies. i appreciate the thought, but i think you should take them, too," you told him. he looked at the bouquet on counter before retreiving it and making his way out the door. he was silent as he left out of your apartment. he stopped in front of you for a few seconds, opening and closing his mouth a few time before leaving. you closed the door lightly behind him and slid down the door, resting your back against it as you allowed yourself to cry once more.
nothing is the world belongs to me, but my love, mine, all mine.
nothing in the world is mine for free, but my love, mine, all mine, all mine.
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with me + part nineteen
authors note: the infamous chapter is finally here! a lot of questions you all have asked me are finally answered. i hope it's enjoyable and worth the wait!
status: in progress // masterlist
warnings:Â angst (discussion of child loss), language, suggestive themes
song inspo: with me by destinyâs child
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words: 10k
taglist: @pixiedust4000 @yolobloggers @msbigredmachine @southerngirl41 @wanderingreigns @romanreignsbae
To say your 2024 Bingo card has been filled with nothing but surprises would be the understatement of the century.
The past six months, really, have been mostly wonderful but also chaotic as hell.
And if someone had told you, way back when it was just you and Joe in your own little fantasy world, that his wife would one day text you in the middle of the night, wanting to meet and join forces to combat your apparently psycho-ex best friend, youâd laugh your ass off. Laugh your ass off harder than a guest at a Katt Williams special.
But, life is funny, and God clearly has a sense of humor, because thatâs exactly what happened.
Itâs also why youâre sitting on Joeâs bathroom counter at 4am as he finishes up in the shower, readying for his early flight.
âIâm sorry, it completely slipped my mind to tell you I gave her your number.â Joe shuts the water off, and you immediately redirect your attention to anywhere but him as he walks out. Itâs bad enough you two didnât have enough time to get in another session before his departure, but itâs another thing to be so cruelly taunted by your sexy ass man in all his buff, your favorite pastime on fully display but unable to be touched.
Sucked.
Rode.
All of the above.
Joe continues, and your eyes land on him just as heâs knotting the towel around his waist.
âI should have asked you before I did so, but with everything going onââ
âYou donât have to apologize, Joe.â Cutting off his unnecessary apology feels like a good move, the right move. Youâre not mad at him about that at all. âI know you would have never done so if you believed she had any ill intent.â And itâs the truth, especially on the eve of this Mariah mess. âSure, I would have liked a heads up that my boyfriendâs ex-wife would be texting me asking to meet and essentially do an interview together, but it wasnât a necessity.â
He chuckles, looking over and asking, âwhat are your thoughts there?â
A heavy sigh leaves your mouth at his equally heavy question. âI donât know. I feel torn. On one hand, itâs kinda weird, ya know? Truth be told, I always figured if by some miracle I ever spoke to her, sheâd try to kick my ass sooner than sheâd want to grab dinner.â You quickly add, âemphasis on try because ainât no bitch beating my ass.â
He chuckles, reaching for his deodorant. âWell, you better not be fighting nobody with my baby in you.â
Rolling your eyes, your hand naturally rests on your stomach. âI know, I justâŠ.what do you think?â
âI think you should do whatever makes you most comfortable.â
âNone of this is comfortable,â you murmur, and itâs the truth. This whole thing sucks all around. âAnd thatâs not an answer.â
He shrugs. âI canât tell you what to do, babe.â
âTechnically, you can, but youâre choosing not to. Thereâs a difference.â
Joe moves over and caresses your temple, sharing quietly, âI want you and Callie to come down to Philly a few days before WrestleMania. Theyâll put me up in an Airbnb. Iâll make sure itâs big enough for all of us.âÂ
The abrupt change of topic confuses you, yes, but thereâs more excitement at the thought of being reunited with him than bewilderment. It brings a small smile to your face. âAre you sure?â Any chance to see Joe will always be taken advantage of, you just donât want your and Callieâs visiting him at such a time to cause any sort of distraction. âI donât want us to get in the way. You need to focus.â
âYou two could never get in the way, and my focus is exactly where it should be.â His hand snakes under your shirt, feeling your soft belly. âI also want you to come to the Hall of Fame Awards with me.â
That definitely takes you by surprise. Youâve never attended any sort of formal, public event with him before, and the WWE Hall of Fame awards is like the event. âAreâare you sure thatâs a good idea?â Being careful with your words and honest with yourself, you confess, âIâm not sure if itâs a good look for you to be seen so publicly and openly with me right now. Your fans already kinda hate me.â
Limiting your media consumption has been a saving grace in all this. Not that you were big on it to begin with. However, you have read a couple articles and made the even bigger mistake of reading the comments. To say some, if not most, of the internet wrestling community have nothing nice to say about you would be putting it lightly.Â
Thereâs people cussing you out, people saying you should burn in hell for what you did, even some saying if Joe (Roman) loses at WrestleMania, itâll be your fault.
That last one is at least a little funny to you, because for such big fans, they sure donât know how WWE works.
Romanâs gonna retain the same way he has for almost three years.Â
Ainât shit stopping that.
âI told you before, and Iâll keep saying it until Iâm blue in the faceâI donât give a fuck what they have to say about us. I love you, and Iâm going to be with you, regardless of what anyone thinks. The Hall of Fame, Wrestlemania, hell, Iâll take you in the fucking ring with me if I want to.â His defense is so strong in its delivery and conviction that it almost instantly takes away any and all reservations on your end. âAnd theyâre not fans if they have some negative shit to say about the woman I love.â
âWell, in their defense, Mariah did a damn good job making me out to be some Jezebel.â
âThatâs partially why I think you should do the Live with Jadah.â His tone and expression soften, thumb rubbing against your stomach. âThey donât know you like I do, and they donât need to per se, but they can at least see youâre not what sheâs made you out to be.â He brings his mouth to your temple, lips lingering. âThey can see why I love you so much.â
âKnew you had an opinion on what you think I should do.â But, regardless, youâre thankful for him truly allowing you to decide what is best for you. And you think you have. With a big breath, you settle on your final answer. âIâm gonna do it, but not even to let people see Iâm not this horrible person. I justâŠ.I havenât really had a chance to use my voice in any of this. LikeâŠ..â You work hard to help him understand where youâre coming from. âI didnât have a voice in the DCFS situation outside of defending my parenting, but in thisâŠ.thereâs a chance for me to speak my side, to be able to defend myself. And I feel like I need to do it.â
âI agree.â Youâre not surprised. Joe is anything and everything, including forever supportive. âYaâll are gonna use my Instagram to do it too.â
âWait, what?â
âBaby, Jadah doesnât have any social media, and you donât need all them damn people on your page, nor do you want that.â Heâs right. You hadnât thought of it that way. âMariah had an audience. You get one too.âÂ
Fair. Very fair. âOkay.â
He taps your hip, informing. âIâll leave you the login info." It sometimes still amazes you how much he trusts you, how easy it is for share so many things with you that are objectively personal. His banking information, his fucking social medias that are literally tied to his career.
It means the world for him to have so much trust in you.
âWeâre going to Disney after Mania.âÂ
Joe is just full of surprises, jumping from subject to subject. âWhat? I thought we were going for Callieâs birthday.â
âWe are, for a second time, but the first time is gonna be that Tuesday after Mania. A day for you and Callie to rest.âÂ
Youâre still trying to settle on the fact that this man is proposing two Disney visits literally back to back when something else hits you. âWait, the week after WrestleMania? Donât you have to work?â
âIâve got it handled,â is all he says, all he offers, all he provides.Â
âJoe, what does that even mean? How does that work? How do you just win WrestleMania and disappear right after?â Somethingâs not adding up. Thereâs something heâs not telling you, and it pisses you off for a lot of reasons, but mostly because you just hate being kept in the dark. âIs it being written into the storyline orââ
âIâve got it handled, okay?â His tone is exasperated, which you find ironic considering youâre the one on the receiving end of his vague ass answers. âJustâŠ.trust me.â
Thatâs a hard one. Not trusting him. That comes second nature at this point, but trusting him and not knowing if whatever heâs handled causes any sort of problems for him. You worry about any hits he might take sometimes because of his decisions that are usually for the sake of you and Callie.
It shouldnât bother you, but it does, especially because you know how important his career is to him.
âWhat about you?â Thatâs your biggest concern. This man has been ripping and running for what feels like months. He deserves a vacation. He needs a vacation. If heâs gonna be off for a couple days at least, why not use them to recharge? âYou need to rest too, Joe. I can tell youâre exhausted, baby. Thereâs no need for us to go twice. We can just stick with May for her birthday.â
He shakes his head, preparing a guaranteed disagreement. âYouâre gonna be five months pregnant by then. You donât need to be walking around a damn amusement park while that far along. I donât know if youâll even want to.â
âBaby, trust me when I tell you, I could be nine months pregnant, and Iâm still going to waddle my big ass around that park. Iâm fighting any kid that tries to get in my or Callieâs way.â
He shakes his head, muttering, âthe May visit might not happen if your ass gets us banned.â
âI can behave,â you murmur, recognizing youâre being a bit dramatic. Just a smidge. Disney has been a dream visit since you were a kid, so there's an immense amount of excitement at going.
âAnd why are we going twice anyway?â Eyes narrowing in suspicion, you realize and point out, âyouâre up to something, arenât you?â He rolls his eyes but says nothing. âYou are. Oh my God, Joe, youâve already done so much for us, we donât need anything else. I donât need anything else.â
Itâs the truth, too. Going to Disney twice in one year when some people never get to go at all is absolutely not a necessity. No matter whatever he clearly has planned that requires two trips.
Joe looks like he wants to say something but decides against it. Annoying ass. âIt better not have anything to do with a damn dog.â He laughs. âEspecially with me pregnant now. Two kids under the age of 5 is gonna be a lot in and of itself.â Since youâre already on the subject, you add, âIâve been thinking maybe my mom can come stay with us a little after the baby is born? So, I can have some help when you canât be there.â
Thereâs something in Joe's expression that gives you pause, like he wants to say something but decides against it. âAnd I mean, Iâd be fine with your mom coming too, I justâanother adult will be great.â You throw that out, an honest thing, thinking maybe heâs wondering why it always has to be your mom and not more of his side of the family.
Although deep down, you know thatâs not it.
âOf course, whatever you want.â He kisses your forehead and moves away to finish getting ready to go.
As much as you donât want to feel annoyed, you do. This is at least the second or third time youâve tried to broach the subject of post-baby, and heâs been elusive, borderline dismissive.Â
Itâs hard to tell if itâs because heâs maybe nervous about something, if he truly doesnât understand why youâre wanting to discuss this now, or something else, but regardless, itâs annoying.
And you donât like it.
You donât like it at all.
âââ-
Things happen fast in Florida, or maybe itâs just you and the reality show that your life has been the past week or so.
Because one minute youâre celebrating an unexpected but welcomed pregnancy, and the next youâre the subject of major media articles, publications, and news segments. Followed up with being hit up by your boyfriendâs ex-wife, the same wife he had when you first started sleeping with him.
The same woman who youâre anxiously awaiting to ring your doorbell at any minute now.
The silence of the large house doesnât help either. You're greatly wishing you could be distracted by Callieâs loud singing, running around, laughter, something. But, you asked Alexis to take her out for a few hours for you, not wanting her to be around in the event that things turn ugly.
And thatâs a bit of an irrational belief on your part.
You would have never invited her over, accepted her invitation, agreed to even meet with her if there was any thought in the back of your mind that she has any ulterior motives. In a weird twist of fate, youâre both kind of in the same position, the subject of all kinds of public scrutiny. Granted, from what you have seen on social media, majority of the people are on her âside.â Some going even as far as starting and using the hashtag #TeamJadah.
And you can understand that, understand why the public would âsideâ with the wife versus the mistress, but itâs also based upon a shit ton of Mariahâs lies and smear campaigns that have painted you in such an ugly light.
Thatâs ultimately why youâve agreed to this, agreed to this highly uncomfortable team up, because itâs the only and best way to reclaim your voice.
To reclaim your narrative.
The sound of the doorbell ringing literally makes you jump from where you sit criss-crossed on the new expensive ass sofa Joe picked out for the house. It is comfortable though, and for a second, you almost choose to stay in the comfort of the sofa versus answering the door.
But, you know thatâs not an option, for Jadah to fly out on such short notice only to be stood up by the other woman.
Itâs not a good look.
Clearly.
So with a deep breath and quick mental pep talk, your feet carry you to the door that you unlock and hesitate only a second before opening.
Instantly, youâre hit with two things: the sweet smell of Jadahâs perfume and Jadah herself. Right off the bat, you canât get over how gorgeous she is. Her deep complexion is absolutely flawless and moisturized as hell, thick eyebrows that frame her almost slender facial shape perfectly. Full lips pulled back into a sly smile. Sheâs wearing a pair of jeans and thin sleeved top that show off her shape, both slim and thick where it counts.Â
Sheâs as drop dead gorgeous as you imagined her to be. You canât be attractive as Joe is without someone to match your aura.Â
âWell, let no one say Joe doesnât have good taste. Youâre even prettier in person.âÂ
Receiving compliments from your boyfriendâs ex-wife was also nowhere on your 2024 bingo card, but clearly all projections need to be discarded at this point with how many stunners have happened.
âThank you.â Itâs strange. Youâve always been super good with compliments, taking them at face value, because you know that youâre pretty, always having the high self-esteem to recognize as such. But, hearing it come from her of all people feels a littleâŠ..off. Like, she shouldnât be complimenting you. âUmm, come in, please.âÂ
She does so, walking and looking around, almost inspecting. âThis place is beautiful.â
All of the compliments are throwing you. Itâs not what you were expecting. Then again, youâre not sure just what you were expecting.Â
âThanks. Do youâŠwant some water or something?â
She shakes her head, âIâm good, thank you.â Jadah gestures with a manicured finger between the kitchen and the living room. âPreference?â
Shaking your head, you leave that up to her. âWhatever you like.â
She nods and heads into the living room, sitting down on the sofa where you just sat, anxiously awaiting her arrival. Wordlessly, you follow suit, sitting on the sofa opposite of her.Â
âThank you for agreeing to this,â she says, placing her purse on the coffee table. âI know me reaching out must have taken you for a loop.â
âA little.â A lot. But, she doesnât need to know that. âIâI can understand why. Iâm so sorry you got caught up in all of this.â
âOne thing you donât have to do is apologize. For any of this. For anything. From what Joe told me, this girl is just psycho and has some weird obsession with trying to ruin your life.â
Scoffing bitterly, you canât find a point to disagree with. âThat sounds about rightâŠ.â
No one says anything for a good, solid minute. Or two.
âOkay, why donât we get the awkward part over.â Her voice takes on a new tone, one similar to boredom and insouciance. âWe both dated and slept with the same man. I happened to be married to said man when you started sleeping with him, but that shit doesnât even matter, cause you already know what our deal was.â
The dealâŠ..
No, you have no idea what the deal was. Thatâs part of why youâre happy to finally be talking to her, because you have so many questions. Granted, thatâs not the reason sheâs here in the first place but still.
Your facial expression must give away the confusion because Jadahâs indifferent tone shifts to something else, something more serious. âY/NâŠ..how much do you know about my marriage to Joe?â
Itâs a bit difficult for you to navigate how honest you should or shouldnât be with her. Sheâs a stranger for all intents and purposes, but given why you two are now even sitting across from each other, maybe honesty is the best option. âHeâs never really said anything about you or his marriage, and I wonât lie to you, itâs not like Iâve made a lot of effort to find out.â
Thereâs a part of you that still struggles with a level of guilt for the intentionality you had at the beginning of dating Joe to not ask about his wife, to pretend that you didn't see the wedding band on his finger.
Avoidance makes justification a hell of a lot easier.Â
She chuckles, gaze settling on her lap. âI shouldnât be surprised. Joeâs always been a good man. He was probably trying to protect me, protect my privacy.â Jadah shakes her head. âThe irony, huh?â She leans forward, hands on her knees. âAlright, weâre doing this.â She seems to be speaking more to herself than anything, and you get it fully. Youâre still giving yourself mental pep-talks just sitting across from her. âIâm gonna tell you the truth about us, but Iâm telling you now, certain things Joe, even with how much he clearly loves you, may never talk about. Really, itâs years of therapy thatâs why I can talk about it now.â On one hand, the warning is appreciated. On the other hand, it only increases your anxiety at whatever youâre about to hear. âI also have this thing where I use dark humor to cope with heavy shit, so just pretend like you donât notice.â
The conversation with Kaylah in Vegas returns to the forefront of your mind, and you start to feel bad for opening the door for Jadah to have to revisit a clearly painful past. But before you can protest, she starts sharing.
âJoe and I met in college. I was 20, going on 21, and he was 22. He was playing football, I played soccer. I thought he was attractive and vice versa. We had a class together, and I approached him first. Next thing I know, weâre fuck buddies. It wasnât romantic. We didnât go on dates. He didnât want that, and neither did I. It was just sex.â She says it so simply, so casually, and for a second, your mind goes towards comparisons. Thatâs kind of similar to how it was with you and Joe at the beginning. Just all about sex.
âWell, like two dumb college kids, we were having unprotected sex, and we both know what can happen there. I ended up getting pregnant. And thisâŠ.this is where shit gets bad, because both his family and my family were of the belief that because we were having a child together that we should get married, so guess what we did?â She rolls her eyes, leaning back into the sofa. âI think that might have been our first mistake.â
A mistakeâŠ.
Joe has also made a comment at least once or twice insinuating he viewed the marriage as a mistake. Had stated they initially married for the wrong reasons, and hearing the full story, you sort of agree.Â
Itâs such an outdated belief that two people need to be married in order to have a child.
âWe did it, we got married. My family is in real estate, so we moved into an apartment they owned off campus and prepared for the baby. That was really the only time we talked and interacted. When it had something to do with the baby. And looking back on that, I can see now that even if we wanted it to work, it wouldnât have. I felt nothing for him outside of the fact that we were having a baby together, and I know he would say the same because we discussed as such when we finally decided to get divorced. But, Iâm jumping ahead of myself.â
Slowing down would be wonderful, because this is a lot for you to take in and digest. Jadah sounds like sheâs essentially stating she never loved Joe, never had feelings for him. And it seems like he felt the same way, like they were only trying to make it work for the sake of the baby and their families.
Sheâs quiet for a second, and you already know the next thing thatâs about to come out of her mouth. âThereâsâthereâs no easy way to say this, so Iâll just say it.â Another pause. âWe lost the baby. IâI had a stillbirth. I was just about 8 months along. Iâgrief is so damn weird, because some days Iâm okay, and then others, I feel like it just happened.â
Shaking your head, you advise gently, âJadah, you donâtââ
She lifts her hand, stopping you as she explains, âtodayâŠ.today is an okay day. IâmâŠ.Iâm good.â And you hope, for her sake, that sheâs being honest with both you and herself. The last thing you want is to unintentionally trigger her. âWe coped the only way we knew how at the time: avoiding each other and having sex when we werenât avoiding each other. Both of which were unhealthy, one of which resulted in me getting pregnant again. But, IâI ended up miscarrying.â
ThatâŠ.that you especially werenât expecting to hear. The loss of one child seems unfathomable, but the loss of two children is just so wrong. Like, it shouldnât be allowed to happen. No one deserves to experience that kind of grief, and while your heart aches for Jadah, itâs hard not to think mostly about Joe.
To think about how that kind of experience had to have torn him up. How could it have not?
âAfter that miscarriage is when we tried to make things work, tried to actually be a real couple. It was mostly on my end but also that loss was the first time we actually tried to heal together instead of separate. I did most of the initiating, and I can be honest with myself now in admitting it was mostly because I wanted to try again. I wanted to try to have another child.â Her attention is mostly focused on her lap as she recalls what had to have been one of the most difficult times in her life. âThrough therapy, I learned that I thought if I could finally just have a child, my grief would go away. Obviously, thatâs not how that works, and I learned the hard way because I did get pregnant again, but IâŠ.I also ended up miscarrying again.âÂ
Words. There are none to properly describe whatâs going through your head right now, the emotions all circulating throughout your entire body. Tears brim your eyes listening to this heartbreak. You have such a tremendous amount of compassion and sympathy for the woman sitting across from you.
For the man not before you currently but youâd give anything to be able to hold and hug right now. You had no idea heâs been through so much, lost so much, and yet he still stands tall, forever being your backbone.
Being your saving grace.Â
âThat was the last time Joe and I were ever intimate,â she continues, dabbing at her eyes. âHe refused to touch me unless I got on birth control. Said he didnât want to see me go through that anymore, and I believe him. But, I also donât think he could handle another loss either.â
Youâre not sure anyone could handle that kind of loss a fourth time.Â
âI was the one who cheated first, but itâs hard to call it that when I nor Joe ever really saw our marriage as real. It was legal, yes, but he never loved me, and I never loved him. We had love for each other, but we werenât in love with each other. And I think the little we did feel was because of our shared losses.â
This almost feels like a discussion that needed to happen in separate sessions, because itâs so much to take in. Youâd always wondered about this marriage, wondered what the real story was, but hearing that real story almost has you wishing you would have never asked. Itâs just all so heavy.
âAnd then he started becoming more famous and up there in the WWE. I donât need to tell you how crazy his schedule can be. I barely ever saw him. We essentially became roommates. He did his thing and who he wanted, while I did my thing and who I wanted.â
Itâs hard on you hearing all this, for obvious reasons, but thereâs also a part of you that is grieving for different reasons. Grieving what maybe you and Joe could have been if you knew all of this. Knew his wife wasnât the high school sweetheart turned wife, knew he wasnât going home and playing house when he wasnât in your bed. You always just assumed this was the case, the few times you even allowed yourself to think about him being married. It was more toward the end of your relationship as you realized you needed to start being honest with yourself about your relationship with him.
âI know for a fact Joe never initiated a divorce because he felt like it was wrong. Like it was wrong for him to leave me because I couldnât give him what he wanted, a family. I canât speak for him, but Iâd bet thatâs why he didnât divorce me even when he met you. Because heâs a good man who still felt a sense of loyalty to me because I had tried to give him a child. I justâŠ.I couldnât.â
Your chest tightens at her words. Did she justâŠ.. âJoe wanted kids?â
Jadah is quick with the response, reiterating. âHe always wanted to be a dad. Even with our first pregnancy, we were both nervous and young, but he told me that he wanted a big family because he came from one.â
Itâs getting harder and harder to keep the tears at bay. You hadnât the slightest clue fatherhood was something Joe always envisioned for himself, something he always wanted. It makes sense, it makes all the sense now why he reacted so strongly as he did when he found out about Callie. The way he looked at you with such love and appreciation on Christmas when you apologized for not getting him anything, the way his eyes fell on Callie is he calmly told you that you already did.
A child.Â
Youâd given him a child, something he always wanted but could never have.
Shaking your head, you admit aloud but gently, âI didnâtâI didnât know that.â
âDo you know what Joe told me when we finally realized we needed to just file?â She doesnât wait for a response, most likely already knowing what your answer will be. âHe said he was never supposed to be with me, because he was always supposed to be with you.â A tiny gasp leaves your mouth. âAnd heâs right. Joe never spoke about me the way he speaks about you, the way his eyes light up, the smile on his faceâŠ... He was never in love with me, because his heart was always supposed to be with you.â Any effort to refrain from crying is null and void. âAnd Iâm happy for him. I truly am. I couldnât give him what he wanted, and thatâs okay, because you have.â
Her comforting you is the last thing that should be happening, but itâs exactly what occurs. She reaches over, placing her hand on top of yours.
âY/N. I donât hate you. I donât think youâre a whore who ruined my marriage. That marriage was a sham from the beginning. If anything, I was more upset at you when Joe told me about Calista. I was upset because I wish you had told him from the beginning that you were pregnant. We could have gotten divorced sooner, and he could have finally experienced fatherhood. I could have finally figured out what I want in life.â
Sniffling, wiping at your eyes, âAll this timeâŠ..I thought that I had been that woman, that I took him from you. Thatâs why I didnât tell him about Callie, I thoughtâI felt like it was wrong, wrong because he was married.â Itâs that along with your unaddressed daddy issues, that whole trauma, but while Jadah is relatively open with you about her struggles. Youâre just not there yet.
âYou canât take what never belonged to me. Iâm able to admit now that I never had Joe, and to be honest with you, I never really wanted him.â She frowns almost, continuing to share more with you than you ever expected her to share. âI wanted to do humanitarian work after college, and I didnât do that because I was too busy living my life the way everyone said I should. I donât blame Joe either. I guess I just wish all three of us didnât have to wait so long to finally have what we wanted.â
In a strange sort of sense, all three of you are victims of some type of circumstances, different in various ways but still victims.Â
âAre youâŠ.are you happy, Jadah?â
In all that youâve heard her divulge, a no wouldnât surprise you. Sheâs such a strong woman, but in the midst of all this, you getting Joe, Joe having you, whereâs her happy ending?
âIâm bisexual.â Itâs such a strange first initial response, one that youâre not sure how to reply to or take. Not that youâre judging at all. Good for fucking her. But, where is the relevance? âItâs not a secret, either. Iâve been out since I was in middle school, but Iâve been in a relationship with this amazing woman for almost a year now, and itâs with her Iâve realized I just tend to form deeper connections with women than men. Especially emotionally. Itâs gotta be why I never felt anything for Joe, because we both know that man is objectively gorgeous, insanely sweet, and the D is fire.â
That makes you laugh, the first in the midst of this heartfelt conversation. âYouâre not wrong about that.â
âBut, sheâs amazing, and weâre so happy, so yes, I am more than happy.â Her eyes light up the same way youâre certain sheâs seen with Joe when he talks about you. âBut, you know what will make me happier?â She announces with attitude and determination. âGetting on Live together and blowing up this bitch whole spot.â
Another laugh thatâs followed up with. âIâd rather beat her ass, but this is second best.â
âI mean, we can do that too. I donât really know how to fight, but Iâll cheer for you on the side.âÂ
Thereâs more laughter as you realize Jadah has that dry sense of humor that can have you dubbed over in tears from the humor, meanwhile sheâs got a straight face the whole time.Â
âI wish, but I canât be fighting in my condition.â
It leaves your mouth before you even realize what youâre basically confirming, and before you can freak out, scolding yourself for being so insensitive, Jadah is already two steps ahead.
âSeriously? Congratulations!â Her smile is just as genuine and happy as all the outdoors, as she explains. âY/N, just because I canât have kids doesnât mean I canât be happy for people who can. I know Joe must be over the moon happy.â
âHe is,â you answer with a matching smile, hand going to your stomach. âIâm really happy I got to meet you, Jadah. I thinkâŠ.I think we both needed this.â
There was something so healing about all of this, some sense of solace and closure that feels like itâs been provided for the both of you. Her being able to talk this out and be honest about her feelings, and you learning that maybe, just maybe, your relationship with Joe was never wrong in the first place.
Because it was always supposed to be.
âI agree.â She squeezes her hand. âNow, letâs get started on our strategy for this Live, cause Iâm ready to shut that ex best friend of yours fifteen minutes of fame down.â
âââ-
In another life, you and Jadah could have been the best of friends.Â
Thereâs such an ease that comes with talking to her. Not only is she just as laid back as Joe promised, but the bitch is funny as hell. The strategizing your game plan for the Live is filled with her dry humor that almost has you in tears at one point. And it amazes you how someone whoâs been through so much can still find it in her to laugh, to still be filled with so much joy.
Itâs admirable.Â
And maybe thereâs a way where you can be friends of some sort, because thereâs truly no ill feelings towards her on your end. Youâre also almost certain itâs the same for her as well, but right now, the focus is on this Live.Â
Well, sort of.
âI definitely think the cool tones will really compliment the white theme of the house. You guys donât plan to paint, right?â
Joe never mentioned that Jadah is an interior designer, not that he needed or even had a reason to, but it definitely comes in handy considering you have this big ass house to decorate without a lick of knowledge about decorating.Â
It didnât take long to figure out how youâre going to tackle the Live, and you two even got your iPad set up in the kitchen, deciding thatâs where you would hold it. She even set up the practice live so you two could familiarize yourself with the layout before actually going live.
So with that out the way, it only took one question from Jadah about designing for her to be assisting you with some options for different rooms in the house.
âNo. Joe hasnât mentioned anything about it.â You then remember. âWe are getting a mural painted in Callieâs room. I guess Joe knows someone.â
âOh, thatâs awesome.â She beams, asking, âwhatâs the mural gonna be?â
Smiling, you answer, âdisney. She loves Disney.â
âY/NâŠ..do youâŠ.do you think I could meet her?â She quickly adds, almost as if sheâs nervous about even asking in the first place. âI know you probably need to talk to Joe first, butââ
âOf course, you can meet her.â Thereâs no need to think about it, no need to talk with Joe about it. âI was actually going to ask you if you wanted to meet her. Sheâs out with my best friend right now, because I didnât want her overhearing our Live, but Iâd love for you to meet her.â
She seems so moved and appreciative of this. âThank you.â She motions down the hall, âyou donât happen to have any food, do you?â
Laughing, you answer. âGirl, I was just thinking we need to get this Live done, cause Iâm hungry.â
Itâs not too surprising on your end. In the past few days, youâve noticed your appetite increasing, a strange symptom to have so early on in your pregnancy. Annoying, too.
âWell, letâs pig out on snacks, and maybe we can get actual food later,â she suggests. Youâre down for that, thinking about asking Alexis to stop and pick something up on her way back to the house with Callie.Â
âSounds good to me.â She then looks around, noticing the speakers located throughout the house. âDo those work?â
Already knowing where sheâs headed, you pull out your phone, opening up Spotify and reaching it to her. âWhatâs the vibe?â
Jadah sucks her teeth, taking the phone. âGirl, you already know.â
She moves her fingers around the screen before music starts to play.
Knuck if you buck boy
Knuck if you buck boy
Knuck if you buck boy
âOh my god, you taking it way back.â And itâs so appreciated, cause this always has been and always will be your song. Itâs aptly appropriate as well.
âWe gotta be in the zone.â Sheâs dancing along the way to the kitchen, tossing you your phone as she walks backwards. âYou still remember Princess verse?â
Is water wet? âDonât play with me.â Making it to the kitchen, youâre barely able to open the cabinet where the snacks are before the verse starts.
Yeah we knuckin' and buckin' and ready to fight
I betcha I'm'a throw dem thangs
So haters best to think twice
Word for word, you donât miss a beat, and Jadah is right there with you, dancing and playfully twerking to the soundtrack of every middle school fight back in the Y2K era.Â
The two of you share a laugh at your silliness as she forages through the cabinet for her preferred snack while you open the goldfish and glance at the iPad. Frowning, you move closer, asking, âwhy is the screen still on? Itâs supposed to be on autoâJadah?â
Sheâs distracted, caught between Cheez-Its and Pretzels, answering distractedly. âYeah?â
âWhy does this say weâre live?â
At your question, she answers half-heartedly, âitâs in that practice mode thing, isnât it?â
That would provide a heavy layer of relief if your eyes didnât land on the number of the corner of the screen.
The number that reads over 100,000k people are currently watching this live.
âJadah! Itâs fucking live!â She spins around, confused. âLike, weâre on Live!â
âOh, shit,â she curses, running over and also looking at the screen. âDamn, we are.â
Panicked, you back up to the opposite counter, lecturing, âI thought you said it was in practice mode!â
âI thought it was!â She defends, shrugging and reminding you of her naivety with technology. âYou should have never left me in charge in the first place! I havenât used social media since Tom and I were besties on MySpace!â
âOh my god.â your hand remains over your mouth as you take in the fact that this thing has just been sitting here, live for the whole wide world to sit and watch.
âI donât know why thereâs so many people here. Were yaâll just sitting here staring at her fridge?â
âJadah.â
âItâs a valid question!â She sucks her teeth, pulling out the bar stool and plopping down. âWell, since everyoneâs here, we might as well get started.â She reaches for your phone, simply saying âmusic.â
Believing sheâs going to turn off Crime Mob, you hand it to her, but thatâs too good to be true. Because instead of silence, youâre hit with Megan Thee Stallion.
I just want to kick this shit off by saying, "Fuck y'all!"
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin' thang
âJadah!â
âI said we were getting started. We need to set the tone.â
âWe canât be playing this kind of music on Joeâs account though.â At least, you think so. Youâre not entirely certain what exactly his public image is supposed to exemplify. But, songs about fighting and cussing people out don't seem to align.
However, she waves you off, focusing on the screen. âHello, everyone, and welcome to this special edition Live. Iâm sure most, if not all of you, recognize Y/N, thanks to a basic bitch weâre about to roast alive in this here video.â She gestures to you, and unsure of how exactly to respond or act, you simply offer a sarcastic wave. âBut most of you may not know I am because Iâm pretty sure thereâs only a couple of photos of me online, which is the way I prefer it.â She places one hand on her chest. âIâm Jadah, the infamous ex-wife who apparently hates Y/N and pulled up ready to knuck if you buck, but weâll get into that later.â
Feeling more comfortable after making active efforts to push away your nerves, you tease, âbet yaâll didnât see this one coming.â
Jadahâs face lights up with a mischievous smile. âWe figured thereâs so much being said about us by this delusional bitch, that itâs time we speak our truth. And Iâm just gonna say right now that while weâre doing this to clear up the lies, there are some things weâre not going to touch on because itâs nobodyâs business.â
âNone of this is really anyoneâs business,â you add, the confidence growing by the second. âItâs all really fucked up how we even have to come up here and defend our characters and talk about personal, real life situations. I never wanted any of this, never wanted to have my face be out there, to have my daughterâs face be out there.â
âAnd thatâs the thing, too,â Jadah seems to be feeding off your energy just as much as youâre feeding off hers. âI donât have any social media at all. I hate it. After today, I donât plan to ever do anything like this ever again. But, itâs also the fact that people are saying such cruel things about an innocent child that absolutely disgusts me. Like, people are attacking an innocent little girl and saying that itâs in defense of me, which is so insane because none of you know the truth.â She looks over at you, asking, âmind if I start off?â
âNo, go ahead, please.â
âBet.â She claps and announces. âIâm gonna keep this super easy for all of yaâll. First things first, I have never spoken to that Mariah person a day in my life. Have zero clue who she is. The texts? Never happened. Phone calls? Never happened. Screenshots of said messages? Never fucking happend. Why?â Jadah makes a triangle over her mouth so her voice projects. âBecause I donât fucking know her!â
âMore facts: Joe and I were married, yes. We got married when we were like 21 and 22 because I was pregnant, and thatâs when people still believed children could only be raised by married couples. Thatâs the only reason I married that man. We were never in love. Never even dated. We were just horny college kids who didnât use protection.âÂ
As strange as it may be, you can tell thereâs a bit of hesitation on Jadahâs end before she goes into the next part. âWe, unfortunately, lost that child. And experienced some other forms of loss that I wonât get into because itâs very personal, but to make a long story short, we ended up having an arrangement. Essentially, he did what and who he wanted, and I did the same.âÂ
She pushes some of her hair back, continuing to explain bits and pieces that are still true but protect her from having to lay out her darkest experiences. âI donât even consider it an open marriage, because outside of us legally being married, we never had an actual marriage. As most of you already know, professional wrestlers have insane schedules, so when I tell you he was at the crib maybe a month out of the year? Iâm not even exaggerating. That man was my platonic roommate.â
Thereâs a small smile on your face as her humor and sass melt into her delivery after carefully maneuvering around the specifics of her personal loss. âYaâll are all up in arms, coming after this girl talking about she broke up my marriage, blah blah blah. But, she couldnât break up what didnât exist. I never loved that man. Joe is a great guy, but we never loved each other.â She gestures to you with her thumb. âThis is who he loves. This is who he has a family with. And the fact that yaâll can sit there and claim to support him and be a fan while attacking the people he loves blows my mind.â
âSo, it goes without saying, Mariah lied her ass off about all of that for clicks and views. Sheâs a liar. And you can print that in your tabloids.â
âI also wanna clear up some things about her if thatâs cool with you?â Jadah nods, and motions for you to have the figurative floor. âI need people to understand that this is somebody who I thought was my best friend, who Iâve called a best friend since I was in kindergarten. Matter of fact, we met because some boy was picking on her, and I went up and pushed him, standing up for her. Iâve always prided myself on being a loyal friend, especially to her. So for her to do all that sheâs done to me has been so fucking hurtful and confusing.â
âI found out that sheâs been sleeping with my very first boyfriend, the boy I lost my virginity to and dated on and off up until I was in my mid-twenties behind my back since we were teenagers.â You have no intention of stooping to Mariahâs level, but if she wants to lay out your information for public scrutiny, then you damn sure can make sure they know just who theyâre believing. Know her character, or lack thereof. âMind you, he ainât shit either and he can go fuck himself just as much as she can. Like, it takes two, but here I am calling this girl my best friend, crying and confiding in her about all heâs putting me through, and the whole time sheâs fucking him behind my back.â
âThatâs so foul.â Jadah looks just as disgusted as you feel just thinking and talking about it.Â
âBut you know what? As fucked up as that is, that part is well with my soul because I have a man who treats me so damn good, a beautiful daughter, and a loving, supportive family. So, thatâs fine. What really fucks with me though, stillââ Thereâs an unplanned pause as emotions get the best of you, just revisiting this subject. âFuck, I said I wasnât gonna cry.â Taking a deep breath, you do your best to continue without breaking down in front of the whole damn internet. âWhat gets me is that this girl who I considered a sister, who I literally made the legal godmother of my child, called DCFS on me, made up horrific lies and stated my child was in immediate dangerââ
âOh my godââ
âThey took my baby away from me and placed her with my mother, so I legally could not have any contact with my child or my mom for three days. And that may not seem like a lot of time to yaâll, but I love my child. Sheâs very attached to me, and Iâm kinda the same. So those three days were torture. I couldnât sleep, I couldnât keep anything down, my chest hurt. I had to hire a lawyer, be interrogated like Iâm some criminal. It was awful.â Your attempts to hold back the tears failed epically, and Jadahâs hand is on the small of your back, rubbing in a comforting motion. âAnd now sheâs sold all these personal photos and videos of my daughter to the highest bidder, so now I worry about what kind of fucking disgusting perverts now have access to them. Itâs been fucking hell dealing with girl. You all have no idea.â
Up until this point, youâve made an active, concerted effort to keep your eyes away from the comments, not wanting to lash out or be unintentionally triggered. But, an accidental glance reveals a slew of incoming comments including hearts of all colors.Â
Itâs then you canât help but to read a few, also needing to get your shit together. Crying on the internet is something you used to make fun of people for. Now, youâre in the same position.
The comments are a complete 180 from the last time you decided to torture yourself by viewing the publicâs general opinion on you.Â
Thereâs a tremendous amount of sympathy, support, and newfound understanding. For both you and Jadah, though, the majority of them seem to be aimed towards you.
A lot of apologies as well.
âAnd this is the kind of person you all have been deceived by. The only thing she was truthful about is that yes, I met Joe because of her. She won a contest years ago that gave her tickets and backstage passes to a Smackdown show, so she invited me, and I met him that night.â Thatâs probably the only thing you could ever be grateful to Mariah about, the fact that her letting you be her plus one resulted in you meeting the love of your life. âBut, Iâm not a whore. Not a golddigger. Iâm very intelligent. I got nearly a perfect score on my ACT and my SAT back in high school. I was student body president, homecoming queen, prom queen. You look up Ms. Popularity, and youâll see my fucking face. I have a bachelor's degree in education, Iâm a licensed teacher in my state. Like, I donât need attention from strangers nor do I want it.â
âAnd hereâs the thing, my daughter is almost five, so Iâve been in the picture. If I was this big attention whore like she says I am, why have I not gone public or made my presence known? The only reason yaâll even know who I am now is because I was essentially outed, but I donât want this shit. Joe is famous. Not me. I donât want that. I just want to live in peace and privacy with my family. Thatâs all.â
Itâs a bit of playing with the truth, insinuating that youâve been in Joeâs life consistently the past five years, but thatâs one of the parts of this that doesnât need to be shared on the world wide web.Â
âWe black and educated excellence over here. We donât need validation from strangers.â Jadah says it better than you can as you continue to blot at your eyes, grateful the tears are drying up. âWe need some church in here to lift the spirits.â
âOh, Lord, what are you going to play now? We are about to get Joeâs account banned.â
She clicks around on your phone before the song starts playing.
We lift our hands in the sanctuary.
We lift our hands to give You the glory.
âYouâre so stupid.â This laughter is so good for your soul, itâs the most youâve done in such a short span in a while. And it feels good. âBut why would you pick this damn song, knowing good and well it never ends.â Reaching for the goldfish bag on the island, you open and grab a few.Â
âY/N! Why are you eating? We are in church.â
You give her that âgirl, pleaseâ look, justifying. âGirl, Iâm hungry. Itâs snack time, shit.â Youâre craving more than a snack, more like a full course meal, but Callieâs snacks will have to do for now.
âNow youâre cussing in church. Donât drag me to hell with you, whore.â She leans closer into the phone, taunting, âyou liked that one, didnât you, Mariah?â
You almost spit out your food. âJadah!â
âWhat? You are a whore. Thatâs why I pulled up at your house blasting Sideline Hoe by Monica in my 2007 Toyota Camry, wearing my Baby Phat bomber jacket to fight you that one day.â At this point, youâre about to piss on yourself. Jadahâs sense of humor is golden, because sheâs saying all this with such a straight face. Never once breaking scene.Â
You decide to play along, correcting. âNo, it was The Boy Is Mine, remember?â
She snaps her finger. âThatâs right. My bad. And then the second fight, it was Jolene. I played that when I snuck in your hospital room at Grey Sloan and caught you flirting with Dr. McDreamy.â
Turning your head, you try your best to hold in your laughter, but itâs impossible.Â
And Jadah also breaks a bit, speaking to the phone and viewers. âYou see how ridiculous and stupid this all sounds? Thatâs exactly how stupid majority of the shit that came out of Mariahâs mouth is. I literally just met Y/N for the first time today, this morning. And as yaâll can clearly see, we good over here. She got her man. I have a wonderful, beautiful girlfriend. Stop being so invested in lives you donât live.â
You start to add something else when Jadah interjects, âand let me just say this, cause I saw some people having the audacity to say this girl is ugly. Ugly where? The bitch is gorgeous. Look at her!â She gestures to you, adding, âsheâs stacked in the front, and itâs sitting in the back. Shit, I would hit that too.â
âGirl, you better stop before they start making up rumors and shit about us all being poly.â Snickering at just the thought alone of that being the latest on the rumor mill, you jokingly coin it prematurely. âRomanâs Harem.â
âRomanâs Hoe House,â she suggests, and youâre nearly in tears from laughter. This bitch is hilarious. âPlot twist, everyone. This was all a publicity stunt for a new season of Flavor of Love featuring Roman Reigns.â
âJadah, oh my god, stop.â
She lifts her hands to silence you as you lay your head on her shoulder, laughing your ass off. âWe will be taking applications following this Live. If you are a woman of color with ass and boobs, please apply. Slim thick girls, yaâll can apply too with the understanding your chances are a bit slimmer. No pun intended. Skinny girlsâŠ.maybe try the Bachelor or something.â
âJadah, you are a menace.â You are dying for her to meet Alexis. They seem very similar in a lot of ways, and it seems like theyâd vibe well. Hopefully.
âY/N, please, I am trying to build recruits for the harem.â She finally cracks, shaking her head and leaning forward to read some of the comments. She then asks you, âshould we answer questions?â
Thatâs an easy pass, though you also know this is your one chance to really show who you actually are versus who youâve been painted out to be. âSure. A couple.â
Jadah gets to reading, âuhhhh, okay this one is tame. Whatâs the sexiest thing about Roman?â
âJadah, how is that tame?â
âYou should have seen the other one,â she mutters. Something tells you that itâs better you didnât.
âAll of him. Thatâs such a generic, basic answer, but itâs the truth. Heâs the full package. Tall, handsome, amazing body. Insanely kind.â Big dick, not that that needs to be shared with the whole world. âI will say though, like, seeing him parent our daughter, how good and patient he is with her. That is immensely attractive. Him being such an amazing dad and partner. That shit is sexy. If youâre grown, you agree with me.â
âYou better be grown if youâre watching this Live.â Sheâs not entirely wrong. Jadah then reads the next one. âWhatâs something most people donât know about Roman?â
Looking over at Jadah, you ask, âdo you wannaâŠ.â
Immediately, sheâs shaking her head, admitting, âI donât know him well enough to really speak on that. Like, we knew each other better in college, but obviously who we were in college is vastly different than who we are now.â
It really does stump you to hear her say that aloud, not that it upsets you, but just the mere fact that you spent so long viewing her relationship with Joe in one way, but in actuality, they were more strangers than anything.Â
Strangers only bonded by loss.
âUmmm, a lot, actually.â You finally answer, trying to figure out how or even what to share. âHeâs actually very quiet, like, borderline shy. At least when you first meet him. Once he warms up, you see more of his personality. But yeah, itâs fascinating how well Joe encapsulates Roman cause theyâre totally different people.â You glance at Jadah, murmuring, âmaybe one more.âÂ
This Live has gone on long enough, and you feel that you and Jadah touched on all the points you wanted and needed to address.
She nods, clearly searching for a good final one. A couple seconds later, she reads aloud. âWhatâs one thing youâd like to say to Romanâs fans?â
Damn.Â
What a final question.
Thereâs a couple seconds you utilize to gather your words, wanting to articulate effectively and clearly. âThat regardless of how you feel about me, please donât let that change how you viewed him before you even found out I existed. JoeâsorryâRoman, no, fuck that. Joe is so damn passionate about what he does, his work is everything to him, and he does it like he does everything else in his lifeâwith full passion and dedication.â Your eyes are starting to water again from unexpected emotionality. âIâm so proud of him and all heâs done and accomplished, and I know itâs just the beginning, so Iâd love for you to continue to support him on his journey.â
âDamn.â Jadah mumbles after a minute of silence. âThat was deep. We need another songââ
âJadah, I swear to God, if you play one more songââ
âYouâre going to like this one!â
âI think weâre just about finished anyway.â Itâs not a think. Itâs a know. Callieâs been gone long enough. You miss your baby. âWhatââ
Romanâs theme song plays louder than the previous songs Jadah played, and a smile is instantly on your face. âOkay, you were right.â The two of you vibe for a minute, because your manâs song really is an actual vibe.
âAlright,â Jadah laughs. âYou all have been a wonderful crowd now, but weâre hungry, so weâre gonna go eatâwhat are you thinking?â
âHmmm, maybe Chinese?â
âGood call.â She then focuses on the screen again. âWeâre gonna go pig out, listen to some more amazing music andâŠ.yeah.â Jadah grabs you and pulls you right next to her, so you can say something too.
âThank you for listening to our side, the truth, and please be kind. To everyone. Not just the people you know.â
âAnd donât forget to send in your applications forââ
âJadah!â
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Melodic Memories | Track 1: Wild Horses - The Rolling Stones
In a tattered old box shoved deep down in the corner of an overfilled closet, a lifetimes worth of memories lie dormant at the bottom waiting to be rediscovered.
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Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader
Word Count: 15k
Warnings: angst, crying, heartbreak, high school breakups, divorce, estranged parent/strained parental relationship, depression, high school drama, anxiety, mentions of drinking, mentions of hookups/one night stands, unrequited love, PTSD mentions/explanations of reactions and behaviours due to PTSD, mentions of addiction/drugs, smoking, swearing, best friend fluff, sorry if i miss any!
Here we go!! Iâm so excited to share this. this story is very near and dear to my heart as all of these songs are very special to me in one way or another. I will warn this is a bit of a slowburn, and thereâs a lot of flashbacks/memories in the chapters to showcase the extent of the relationship between the characters. As always, be kind, enjoy, and donât mind any grammar mistakes đ€ I canât wait to hear what you guys think
I usually have a listen while reading section, and itâs mostly a suggestion, but itâs imperative that you listen to the song stated in the title at least before reading, as every chapter is directly related to each one. If thatâs not your thing, at least give the lyrics a quick read over! Much love đ«¶đ»
SIX YEARS LATER
âHoly fuck, you have a lot of stuff.â Your best friend let out a dramatic huff as she dropped an overflowing box to the ground. You looked back at her over your shoulder, letting out a small chuckle as she pushed her long hair away from her forehead. She was tired, that much was obvious, and so were you. Still, despite your aching bodies and worn down minds, the two of you persevered with faith that the end goal would be worth all of the suffering.
âSo do you.â You reminded her, folding a t-shirt and setting it neatly atop a pile of clothes you had been focused on. âDonât hear me complaining about it.â
âYeah, as if.â She scoffed. You could hear the roll of her eyes in her tone, striking a small smile on your face as she took a step towards you. âAll you do is complain.â
âYeah, âcause it pisses you off.â You grinned, grabbing an old pair of jeans from the mound of clothes you pulled from your closet. You looked over the tired material, your lips turning down into a frown as you tossed them into a pile on the ground, knowing there was no sense in keeping them when they looked one wear away from disintegrating.
âIâm kidding, you know that.â She assured you, making it clear that she wasnât truly as upset as her words seemed. She began moving another box from your bed to the hallway, huffing as she bargained with the weight of the item. She was stacking them outside your door to allow for some more space inside the already tiny room.
Despite the smallness and the outdated decor, it felt nice to be back, sleeping on the same comfortable mattress youâd grown so used to when you lived at home. In truth, the lack of space was mostly credited to your oversized bed; you had begged your mom for a king size, asking for it for every Christmas and birthday from the ages of ten to sixteen until she finally cracked and made the purchase. Turns out, it was a great purchase, because six years and a graduate degree later, you and your best friend were sharing it while you prepared to move into your own apartment a few towns over.
You had traveled to Melâs hometown almost a month prior, tearing apart her childhood bedroom just the same as you were doing to your own. You packed boxes full of her belongings, spending some quality time with her parents while learning and laughing about the funniest of all her childhood stories. Just like her, her parents were fun, free spirited and more accepting than even you could comprehend. They took you in with open arms, extending their gratitude for loving their daughter so dearly while she was so far away from home.
In truth, the pleasure was all yours, because in your six years at university, you felt as though Mel was the reason that you not only survived, but flourished. The two of you clicked instantly when you met, finding each other during your first week of freshman year in an intro to classic literature class. You bonded over your mutual dislike for your monotone professor who had to make an effort to be so disinterested in her own syllabus, and from there, the rest was history.
âYou know, I actually liked Jane Eyre before I took this class.â You muttered under your breath, casting a sideways glance at the girl sitting next to you.
Her dirty blonde hair hung over her face, her eyes focused on a piece of empty paper in an unused notebook as she clutched a black pen in her hand. Every time the professor would switch slides on her PowerPoint, she would jump to write something down, but stop once she realized that once again, the gray haired woman was spewing nothing of significance.
Her skin was sunkissed, like she had spent all summer on the beach (or in a tanning bedâwho were you to judge?), and her clothes were cute, but comfortable. Her brown eyes flickered to meet yours, her head turning ever so slightly to give you a glimpse of her face through her thick locks of wavy hair. The warmth within them was familiar, like you had seen them before in someone else you loved so dearly. You swallowed hard, forcing the thought out of your head. You were nervous, yet still excited at the thought of making a new friend, wondering if your words held any value to her, or if she would tell you to shut up.
Since moving to town, you hadnât found one person you clicked with. You met lots of rich boys who threw their money in your face in hopes of convincing you to sleep with them, and plenty of girls who turned their nose up at your jeans with holes in the knees. They all looked like they stepped out of a magazine, and you felt completely out of place as you tried to break free from your small town habits. You dressed the same as you did in senior year, barely understanding how to be a university student and definitely lacking in the fashion department. You wore makeup to parties, but never anywhere else, mostly because in the years prior, you never felt the need to impress anyone.
Your long term relationship in high school left you more than secure with yourself, happy if you were comfortable and confident without any external aids. Now that he wasnât by your side, you realized just how dearly he loved you, because without a pristine outward appearance, all of the university-goers seemed to turn their heads as you walked by. You had yet to find anyone to make friends with, and definitely no romantic interests as you tried to mend the hole in your heart that formed when you left your boyfriend behind to start anew. You were lonely, and more importantly, desperate to find someone to talk to.
âUPenn, Ivy League with a 7% acceptance rate and an English program better than any of their competitors, if you survive it.â She cracked a small smile, keeping her voice hushed as she joined in on the joke. âOnly place in the world you can pay 20k a year for someone to put you to sleep.â You bit down on your lip, forcing yourself to swallow back the laugh stuck in your throat. You had sat beside the unnamed girl for your first three classes of the semester, but never found the courage to speak to her until that moment. She was the first person you had met that radiated a bit of life, something unique and alluring in her eyes that you couldnât quite place. More than that, when you looked at her, you felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity. You were incredibly appreciative that she reciprocated any of your efforts at all.
âI think she put herself to sleep on Wednesday.â You confessed, recalling her slumped posture as she sat at her desk, waiting too long to engage in the group discussion after assigning an individual comprehension activity.
âThink sheâs on her way there now, actually.â The girl nodded towards the front, suppressing a grin as she noticed the professor's drooping eyelids and extended bout of silence. The two of you shared a silent giggle, shaking shoulders and hurting bellies as you used all of your energy to silence yourselves in fear of getting caught. âIâm Mel, by the way.â She said, introducing herself after she calmed herself down.
âY/N.â You replied, feeling better than you had in days. It felt nice to laugh, especially with someone who seemed to adorn the same sense of humour as your own. âMel⊠is that short for Melanie? Or are you just âMelâ, cause that would be cool. Mysterious, even.â
âNeither, actually.â She chuckled, shifting in her seat so she was facing you a little better. âItâs short for âMĂ©langeâ, which is the stupidest fucking name Iâve ever heard.â She gave you a moment to digest the fact before explaining further, noticing your curious eyes as you held back another laugh. âMy parents had me young, during their hippy-dippy era when they smoked too much weed and dressed like they were headed to Woodstock. Apparently it means âa mixture of dissimilar elementsâ, because I was made from different parts of them, or whatever. To me, it sounds like a really weird way of saying they had sex, and I really donât think it meant that much to them back then. Probably just wanted to be the first to name their kid something, then realized how ridiculous it sounded so they had to come up with a story about it.â
âThatâs⊠cool, though.â You stifled another laugh, finding her expression comedic as she rehashed the same story she used to explain her name every time someone asked.
âYeah, cool unless itâs your own. Try growing up with that name and trying to survive the American public school system.â She shuddered at the thought, but a smile still lingered on her lips, telling you that she truly didnât care that much anymore. âWhat about you? Your name short for anything, or are you just cool like that?â
From there, the title of best friends went without question. You did everything together, ranging from schoolwork to trips to the grocery store, hating the thought of being apart even while doing the most mundane tasks. You had made a pact to live together after graduation, unable to digest the idea of being apart when your university days ended, and you took the promise seriously. Since then, you did everything you could to ensure it happened, including travelling to her home state to pack up her shit so long as she promised to help you with yours. You both decided to go in the direction of teaching with your degrees, so you thought that if you lived together, you even had a shot of getting hired at the same school. Though, she seemed more keen on teaching younger students, and you leaned more towards high school.
There was lots still up in the air, especially without a solid job offer in line, but the two of you were determined to make it work, knowing that if you had each other, you could get through anything. Your mom was enough of a saint to house the two of you while you figured your shit out, and thatâs what you were doing; packing, reminiscing, applying, and enjoying your life before things got too hectic again.
Despite it being manual labour, you quite enjoyed the experience of packing up your belongings, even though it did feel a bit melancholic at times. With every item you picked up, you were reminded of memories youâd shoved so far down that they were nearly forgotten. Although not all of them were the best, they were still important, and they showed you how far you had come when sometimes it felt like you made no progress at all. Mel was having a fantastic time for a whole different reason, finding your dramatic retelling of stories greatly comedic, and getting her first pick at the clothes you were planning on donating.
Being back at home with your family was different than it was all those years ago. Your mom, who had finally come to terms with the fact you were an adult, drank wine with you both in the evening as she got to know your best friend beyond what the surplus of FaceTime calls allowed over the years. You went on errands with her when you wanted to get away from packing, and enjoyed the things you once took for granted. Some nights, when she found herself a little too tipsy and reminiscent on the years that passed so quickly, she sat before you, weepy-eyed as she professed how proud she was of you. You felt like you were learning a whole new side of her, rather than the strict but loving one you knew all of that time ago. She was a woman who hurt and cried just as much as you did, who always put her kids first and held herself together when she was falling apart, just for the sake of being the rock in the house. You found yourself growing a whole new respect and a whole different kind of love for her, and you were grateful for the opportunity to see it.
Your younger sister, who was also staying at home for the summer, found herself hanging out in your room more often than not. There was much less arguments over who was spending more time in the bathroom, and no more mean words shared between the two of you that once flew so fast. In the early hours of the night, you finally had the chance to have the heart-to-hearts you missed out on when you were angry at each other over nothing important. She had grown up just as much as you had, and it almost pained you to see a woman standing in the shoes of the little girl you best knew her as.
Being in your hometown was different, and you had spent little time there since your studies began. Mostly for a few days during the holidays, and rarely any other time. When Mel pitched the idea of moving out of dorms and into an apartment, the visits grew much less frequent and when they did happen, it wasnât usually for very long. You didnât have many friends left in Frankenmuth, if any at all. The town was strange, a former village in which you had built a life that was now completely abandoned. Shops you used to love closed down for good and replaced with something new, old hideaways being changed into modern corporate hellscapes. Every year, there seemed to be new buildings lining the streets and different faces regularly appearing on sidewalks. It was home, for sure, but nowhere near as comfortable as it used to be. When you blundered around the town, you felt like a stranger visiting for the first time, learning everything all over again.
âHey,â Mel caught your attention, pulling a cork board from your closet that had pictures tacked to the surface and small paper decorations in between. âMs. Fishers sixth grade graduation!â She exclaimed, pointing to the banner of cardstock paper tacked to the top, the letters outlined with black sharpie and filled in with coloured marker. You laughed at the sight, realizing you hadnât seen that board in years as you stepped towards her.
âThatâs me!â You exclaimed, pointing to you standing in the mini-graduation gown at the very end of the front row. The class picture was sweet, but it made you wonder where everyone else in the class ended up. After all these years, were they nearing twenty five with no clue where they were headed, just like you? Or were they settled down with families, finding full time jobs and building lives with the people they loved?
The thought was saddening to you, making you realize how far away you were from getting to that point. A relationship was laughable, barely mentioning marriage and kids. In your six years of university, you had your fair share of hookups and flings, but never anything serious. You couldnât seem to find anyone who you connected with further than physical attraction, and certainly nobody you would be willing to spend your life with. So far, the only compatible relationship for living was the girl standing next to you, and you were certain at some point, she would be ready to move on to something different.
âLook at this,â you stepped past her, grinning as you grabbed a cowboy hat from one of the handmade shelves at the top of your closet. Your dad, when he was still a good dad, made it for you so you could have some extra space. You placed the hat on your head, tilting it downwards over your face as you struck a pose. The dollar store gemstones you hot glued to the top glimmered under the light, making the sight even more ridiculous.
âWhat is that?â She asked, caught in a fit of laughter as she looked at the poorly decorated hat.
âI got really into spirit days at school.â You shrugged, tossing the hat in the pile of throwaway items.
âLoser.â She muttered, reaching for an old sports jacket suspended on a hanger. âVolleyball?â She questioned, raising an eyebrow as she read the words embroidered on the back.
âYeah, tenth grade and never again. Coach was a bitch.â You explained, reaching for it to see if it still fit. As you made a move to slip it over your shoulders, you froze in place, knowing that even if it did fit, you would never wear it again. Instead, you threw it in the pile of clothes you were planning to drop off at the thrift store.
âOh, cool!â You exclaimed, a shiny trophy catching your eye, hidden in the back corner of the top shelf. You brought it down, flashing it in her direction so she could read the gold panel.
â1st placeâŠ. Frankenmuth Middle School Relay?â She asked, unsure of what the award was for.
âBig race we used to do at the end of the year. Think the teachers got sick of lesson planning, so they brought us to the soccer field to do a bunch of activities. I was the fastest in the class that year.â You said, proud of the achievement as you placed it back upon the shelf.
âIs this a diary?â She asked, hauling an old leather bound book from a stack of papers and magazines.
âYes,â you cackled, snatching it from her hands and flipping it open to a random page. âLetâs see⊠April 30th, 2010.â You cleared your throat for dramatic effects, beginning to read the entry aloud. âToday, in English class, Liam S. was totally checking me out. Heâs definitely not the cutest guy in the class, but heâs funny, and heâs so nice. I hope he asks me to the spring dance, mom got me a new dress and everything!â
âAnd did Liam S. sweep you off your feet that night?â She asked, pulling her hands to her heart as she let out an airy sigh.
âNo, but we did date.â You explained. âFor three weeks, until I broke up with him for rating me too low on a hot or not list.â
âWhat!?â She exploded, her voice shrill as an echoing laugh boomed through the room.
âYeah, apparently I only had the fourth best ass in the class.â You scoffed, quickly reading a little further into the book. You used to sit in your bedroom for hours at night, pouring your heart out on to the paper just for it to be forgotten in a mess of items in your room. âItâs funny, you know. I used to carry this thing with me everywhere, and I barely even remembered it existed.â
âYeah, there was lots of stuff that I did the same thing with. Used to be a prized possession, now they just collect dust on a shelf somewhere.â She muttered, pulling out a large box sitting in the back corner. âAnd for the record, I bet you had the best ass out of anyone at that school.â She clarified, plopping the cardboard down on your mattress.
âNo, I definitely didnât.â You laughed, looking to the door as you heart a small pitter-patter of paws against the linoleum floor. The jingle of the bell around the collar signified your suspicions were correct, and when a fuzzy head peeked around the corner, you greeted him with excitement. âThe man himself, Blizzard of Ozz: Prince of Fucking Darkness!â You exclaimed, watching as the tubby black cat raised his tail and rubbed himself up against the doorframe. He let out a meow in response to your voice, happily trotting over to greet you.
âDonât call him by his full name unless he does something wrong!â Mel scolded, reaching down to pick him up as he rubbed against her leg. âHe wonât take us seriously if we use it all the time.â She plopped him down on the bed, the sound of his purring loud enough to reach both of your ears. He sniffed around the boxes a few times, nudging his face against the corner of the cardboard flaps to investigate the item taking up his place on the mattress.
âI donât think he ever really takes us seriously, Mel.â You furrowed your brows together, looking from her to the small animal curiously meandering around the bed. âHe gets treats and new toys every day, and we kiss him on the head after we scold him because we feel too bad about it.â
âRight, so donât give away the last bit of power we have left.â She said, fixing the tag on his collar that somehow adorned his entire name in small print.
The cat was spoiled, loved so wholly and deeply by the two of you that sometimes you believed he was in charge. After a particularly rough exam week in your second last year of school, the two of you took a break from studying and took a walk downtown to clear your mind. You stopped at a coffee shop a few blocks away from your apartment building, where you found him, keeping content by playing with empty coffee cups in the nearby alleyway. Being two kindhearted people, you couldnât bear the thought of leaving him behind. Within two weeks, he had made himself at home in your apartment, and not long after that, in your hearts, too. He went with you on every adventure; his harness being on more often than not. He tagged along in every road trip, and neither of you ever thought once about leaving him behind as you moved across the country again.
He was a witty and clever little thing, always sneaking into places he shouldnât be and never allowing himself to go unnoticed. The minute you stepped in a room, he was squeaking at you to pet him, and never did he allow either of you to sit alone on the couch. He took turns sleeping with the both of you, and was happier than ever now that you shared a bed and he didnât have to pick.
And yes, his full name was The Man Himself, Blizzard of Ozz: Prince of Fucking Darkness.
Oftentimes, Ozz sufficed.
The cat actually went unnamed for quite some time after you brought him home. Neither of you seemed keen on the names being suggested, so for a while, he went by âMr. Man.â Or some odd arangement of classic terms of endearment that got stranger by the day. Then, when the two of you found yourselves a little too high off some weed you bought from an upperclassman, the name made its first appearance. You both took turns rambling ridiculous titles for him, until you took a leap of faith and rattled off the first thing you thought of when Crazy Train played from your Bluetooth speaker. The laughing was so intense it brought the both of you to tears, and from there, it seemed to stick.
Now, you couldnât think of a better name to call him, even if it was a little ridiculous.
Careful not to disturb him, Mel reached forward into the box, lifting a few items from it. Ozz busied himself by chewing on the cardboard flap, not privy to the woman beside him at all. âWhatâs all this stuff?â She asked, looking over a few sheets of Monopoly money, a cracked mirror from the dollar store, and a deck of playing cards.
âThat must be the stuff I cleared out of my locker in senior year.â You said, turning your head downwards and peeking inside. âYeah, it definitely is.â You confirmed, pulling out a set of string lights with a battery pack attached. âItâs all junk, you can throw it out.â You dismissed it, ready to move on to something new.
âAre you sure?â She asked, looking between you and the box with great hesitancy. You casted another sideways glance, your lips pursing together as you wondered if it was worth your time.
Something in your heart told you not to jump so fast, to think about it a moment longer before discarding the memories away so easily. You tried not to be a sentimental person, because you found that sentiments only seemed to hurt you rather than bring you comfort. You used to be that type of person, so many moons ago when life was simple and the most you had to worry about was a surplus of homework and no pocket change to spend. Now, you thought it was ridiculous, and you did everything you could to draw a line between memories and objects. Items could not hurt, just the same as they could not be happy. They were objects, inanimate and unable to mean more than what you made them to be.
But there was something about that fucking box, like it was fate for you to rediscover all the things that awaited you inside.
âLetâs go through it.â You said, changing your mind as your skin prickled with curiosity. The emotion that took hold was unfamiliar, confusing and unsettling when you thought about throwing it away. It washed over you so quickly that you couldnât even think of anything else, and you wondered if you were the very thing psyching yourself up for nothing, or if there was a reason you felt such a pull to the old items inside.
You sat on the side of your bed, your hands landing on the very corners as you gripped at the soft sheets lining the mattress. As you did so, a twang of hurt filled your chest, passing almost as soon as it came. You blinked hard, your eyes wandering the room as you tried to comprehend the sudden change in yourself. Your eyebrows furrowed together, your mind racing as you looked at the old chestnut dresser that stood next to the door, standing prominently against the crimson paint on the walls. The scene was so familiar, just like the melancholic emotion that came along with it. The hurt in your heart seemed right as you sat on the edge of your bed, but you didnât know why.
âAre you okay?â Mel asked, also noticing the shift in your demeanor. Your head snapped towards her, your eyes glossy with the feeling that plagued you, but you nodded your head and tried your hardest to snap yourself out of it.
âYeah, just a nasty little bit of deja-vu, I think.â You breathed, your eyes wandering back to the empty door frame. Whatever your brain wanted you to remember was pertinent to you, but you couldnât seem to put it together yet. You felt like youâd been in the exact position before, but you couldnât place it.
âI get it,â she empathized, taking a seat next to you and placing the box on the floor in front of her. âItâs a lot seeing all of your old stuff, like a lifetime youâve completely forgotten about.â
âYeah,â you laughed, the sound airy and forced. âI havenât thought about high school in so long that it kind of just seems like a different world, now. I kind of forced myself to stop thinking about it, because it hurt too bad, you know? And I guess after a while, I blocked it out completely.â She knew what you meant, because in the entire time youâd known her, you had been unreasonably stingy with stories from your high school days. Every time she mentioned it, you seemed to go to a different place entirely, like you were using all of your energy to ensure the memories wouldnât resurface. She respected you enough not to ask, but it was impossible to run away from now that you were standing face to face with the very things you tried so hard to stay away from.
âWe donât have to go through this, if you donât want to.â She assured you, watching your face as your eyes fluttered towards the box.
âI do and I donât.â You tried your best to explain how you felt, hesitant to reach out and explore the items before you, but gutted at the prospect of throwing it in the trash. âI feel like Iâve grown so much and Iâm so different, and I donât need to see any of this stuff again, but thereâs something telling me I have to look through it all, that if I donât, Iâm going to regret it for the rest of my life.â She bargained with your words before she responded, carefully considering all you had to say.
âSeems like youâre looking for something, but you donât know what it is.â She offered the idea with a shrug of her shoulders.
âYeah, maybe.â You muttered, finally harnessing enough courage to reach forward and sort through the mess of items.
Underneath a pile of loose papers, you found your old graduation cap. You held it in your hands, your fingers drifting over the silky, light blue fabric. You let your hand drift downward, running through the red threads of the tassel that dangled from the top. You placed it to the side, finding little comfort in the item at all. Below that lay a tattered AP Biology textbook, the front cover frayed and littered with marks from the students who used it before (and remembered to return it). There was an old pencil case stuffed to the brim with writing utensils and erasers. When you pulled it open, you found a folded up note from a fellow friend that was much too faded to read.
The more you pulled out, the stronger the tugging in your heart felt. Photographs of you and your old friends, bent and torn, floated loosely around the box. You took the time to study every one of them, saddened at how estranged youâd become from them. You didnât talk to anyone from your hometown, and although you thought cutting contact was for the best, it only seemed to hurt as you recalled the sleepovers and adventures you engaged in with people who didnât know you any longer. It all hurt.
Why did it hurt so fucking bad?
Sitting on the edge of the bed, boxes packed and the lingering scent of your motherâs favourite lavender candle hanging thick in the air. The chestnut boards of the dresser that once stored your entire wardrobe, the tile underneath your feet, impossibly cold despite the summer heat radiating through the panel windows by your bedside. Reruns of Dr. Phil on the television downstairs, the hum of a song stuck in your head despite no tune playing at all.
Youâve been here, in this exact position, hurting over something with the same fervor as you felt in the moment. It was so far away. Why couldnât you remember?
For once, six years after leaving the town, you were aching to remember the memories and the love that was contained within the walls of the home, but you couldnât. You pushed it so far away that the life you once led in Michigan no longer felt like your own. It was hazy, fuzzy around the corners every time you tried to recollect a scene. The voices were warbled, echoing somewhere deep behind your eyes and not quite loud enough to reach your ears.
Why did you try so hard to forget? Why did you force it away so desperately?
Then, the world stopped.
No person beside you, no curious cat nudging your hand. Dr. Phil had gone silent, and the air wasnât even filled with the sweet notes of vanilla laced in unison with lavender. The creaks and groans of the old house ceased to exist, and the mattress below you disintegrated to nothing. You were stuck, frozen in time, floating amidst a cloud of smoke that wouldnât clear. Your lungs burned for air, your heart threatening to explode under the weight of emotion. Your mind was repeating the same thing over and over again, incessantly reminding you, forcing you to remember everything you had hidden away in hopes of closure.
Instead of your voice, it was his, saying the same words that were written in silver sharpie on the lid of the tiny, black shoebox.
So letâs make it last.
âOh, god.â You wheezed out the words, feeling like you were suffocating from the plethora of pain encasing your body. In an instant, six years spent dedicated to forgetting suddenly dissolved into one, terrifying storm of reminiscing.
The box.
The box.
Thatâs why you couldnât throw it away.
âWhat is wrong, Y/N?â Mel asked, urgent as if sheâd already asked a hundred times.
Little to your knowledge, she had, but you were too busy listening to the sweet sound of Jake Kiszkaâs voice, stored so pristinely in the deepest depths of your mind.
âThe shoebox.â You squeaked, raising a shaky finger to point her attention towards the poorly painted over Vans logo.
âSo, what? What is it?â
What is it? It was everything.
It was a box full of love, sealed so long ago and hidden away for safekeeping when you couldnât part from the physical reminders of the boy who forever had your heart. It was years worth of memories, years worth of emotion you hadnât let yourself feel since you locked it away.
âThat should be everything, my love.â Your mom crooned, placing the last movie ticket stub inside the box and sending a sorrowful look your way. Your tear stained cheeks were too much for her to bear, but she loved you enough to stand witness to the biggest heartbreak of your life. She loved you enough to put her own hurt aside, just to ease yours, to alleviate you from being the one to close the book on the chapter that hurt you the most. âWhat do you want to do with it, sweetheart?â
âI donât know.â You drew in a shaky breath, holding in a wail that was begging to escape you.
It had been 110 days since you had broken up with Jake, since you left him with sad eyes and a heart that bled only for you standing in your driveway, the ghost of his last âI love youâ still on his lips. It had been 110 days of the most gut wrenching, exhausting, and excruciating pain you had ever felt.
The snow stuck to the ground, the frost nipping at your nose when you stepped outside, and the Christmas tree standing tall in your living room told you that the season had passed and the world was still turning, but you felt stuck in that sticky summer day in August, tears on your cheeks and love on the tip of your tongue as you spent your last night with him. It was the first time youâd been home since then, the first time stepping foot in your bedroom after creating your most haunting memory within it.
You knew you needed to get over him, but you did not know how.
How do you move on from someone who loved you so completely and wholly? How do you stop lamenting about better days that have since passed and will never return? How do you keep going, knowing you would never hold his hand again, feel his touch, or appreciate the sweetness of his kiss? How could you move on when you did not hate him? When his memory still existed in your mind and he was still that perfect person?
The memory of him lived within the walls of your house still, his shampoo still lingering on your pillowcase and his love still in the air. The reminders of your relationship existed in every corner of your bedroom, on the walls, in picture frames, and in the threads of your sheets and blankets. Even now, with the pictures and love notes and dried flowers contained in a single box, you had no idea how to get him out of your head.
âWait,â you sniffled, watching your mom begin to close the top of the box. You couldnât stand to do it yourself. You tumbled down the stairs, a mess of tears on your face and a pain in your heart growing larger by the second, begging her to help you gut the last remaining proof of your relationship from the walls. âThereâs one more thing.â You confessed, reaching down into your book bag. ïżŒ
For 110 days, you kept it so close, carrying it with you wherever you went and playing it through the disc drive in your laptop every night to fall asleep. Now, you knew that you would never be able to move on, especially not if you continued to hold on to the memory so tightly.
With an unsteady hand and a heaving chest, you handed her the plastic CD case. Her eyes traveled over the faded writing on the disk itself, and her heart ached for you. Slowly, she placed it underneath the rest of the items, hiding it from sight to make it easier on you.
âIâm gonna keep this, and Iâll put it somewhere safe, lovebug.â She said, finally closing the top to the shoebox and sealing the memories inside forevermore. âWhy donât you go take a nice bath? Iâve got a bottle of wine downstairs with your name on it, but only this time.â She offered, reaching out and tucking your hair behind your ear. âTomorrow, weâll go out and do something, all three of us. That sound good?â
Of course she understood; five years ago, she sat in her bedroom, hurting just the same over a man who left her without a second thought. Who left all of you without a second thought. The only true healer was time, and right now, time was not your friend. You could lean on her, ask her for help, hold her hand, because she knew how you felt, and sheâd felt that way many times before you even knew what it meant.
âThat sounds good.â You breathed, closing your eyes and squeezing out the last of the tears brimming the lids.
âIâll change your sheets for you, too.â She said, standing with the box clutched tightly in her hand. âIt hurts right now, my love, but it wonât feel this way forever. I promise.â
It wonât feel this way forever.
Oh how wrong she was, even if the truth didnât come in the way she meant it.
It did hurt forever, but it was not constant.
Four years itâs been since his name crossed your mind, four years of sleeping soundly and four years free of regret that plagued you so viciously. You were so tired of hurting that you forced yourself to forget; you erased every memory of him from your brain with the help of alcohol and meaningless hookups. You went home with a new guy every night, promising yourself that with new hands on you, you would forget the feeling of his. You buried yourself in school, studying so intently and for so long that your eyes crossed and you had a constant migraine. You deleted him and his family off every social platform, because despite going no contact that first ever week at university, you still stayed up at night, torturing yourself as you scrolled through Instagram and Facebook. You deleted every picture you ever took of him, knowing that if the temptation was there, you would submit to it. Worst of all, you vowed to never speak his name again, just so you could forget how good it felt rolling off your tongue.
You purged him from your life entirely, and it worked so well that he hadnât been a passing thought in your mind in years. It was not because you hated him, not because you wanted to forget him. You did it out of necessity, knowing that every time you reminisced on the beautiful memories you made with him, it took a little more of your soul. For nearly two years, Jake Kiszka plagued every thought you ever had. You abstained from relationships and romance as a whole, because you knew nobody would ever be able to replace him. You needed to forget him, or else it would have killed you. You loved Jake so utterly and completely, even two years after you broke up, even after never speaking his name again, that it forced you to drown his memory. Every time you thought of him, you forced yourself to think of something else. Every time his face was pictured, perfect in your mind, you made yourself look at something else.
After so long, it became a habit, and now, it was a way of life.
But, even so, as you stared down at the silver writing, you knew deep in your heart that no matter how much forgetting you did, you never stopped loving.
ââearth to Y/N!â A hand waved in front of your face, breaking your staring contest with the Vans box decorated in silver sharpie. You could remember writing it, the sobs that shook your shoulders and the aching of your heart. The shakiness of the letters retold the story as clear as day.
After six years, you were still hopelessly in love with Jake, and one fear you always had remained true; nobody in the entire world could compare to him, and nobody else ever loved you in the same way he did.
Not that you let them, and not that they tried.
So letâs make it last.
How, after so long of refusing to think of the man, did he still have such a drastic effect on you? How were you still so caught up on someone you fell for when you were fifteen?
Out of all the questions, that one seemed the easiest to answer; you were still pining for him, because every version of you after fifteen loved him more than the last.
âChrist, youâre scaring me.â Mel tried again, her hand landing on your shoulder in a desperate attempt to pull your attention back to her. Your head finally snapped in her direction, your lungs searing from the lack of oxygen as you drew in a long overdue breath. âAre you okay?â She was panicked, her eyes wide and her expression coated with her fear. Never once had she seen you in such a state, and she was clueless as to why you were taken from her so quickly.
âIâŠâ you trailed off, shaking your head in an attempt to clear your mind. It felt like a million memories were washing over you at once, stuck in an endless stream of thoughts that you forced yourself to ignore for so long. âThat box.â You finally huffed out, your eyes shining with the same heartbreak you felt all of those years ago. Time did not change the intensity in which you hurt over losing him, even if you convinced yourself that it did.
âWhat about that box?â She asked, trying to pry it out of you. It was a rough subject, not only because it was hurting you so badly, but because aside from your mother, you had never spoken a word about Jake to anyone.
She was your best friend, your partner in crime and everything good in the world, but this was a heartache she had not touched, yet. It was one you stored so deep down that not even you touched it anymore, and in order to answer the question, you would have to tell her everything.
âWhat isnât in that box?â Your rhetoric was full of refrain, like the words fought a daunting battle to even pass through your mouth. Your heartbeat was so strong that you could feel it surging through your entire body, under your skin and behind your eyes, all the way to the very tips of your toes. Your face was burning, your throat dry and your eyes sad as you finally reached forward. Your fingers grazed over the surface, collecting a layer of dust as they traced the words. âMy whole life is in this box, Mel. The very reason my heart beats.â You whispered, picking it up and placing it in your lap.
âI donât like it when you get poetic.â She let out a nervous laugh, looking between your face and the item in your hands as she awaited further explanation.
âI donât know if I can explain it without showing you.â You admitted, your finger gently running over the lip of the cardboard where the cover sat flush with the rest.
âIf itâs so important, how did you forget about it? And more importantly, why have I never heard of it?â She asked, trying to make sense of it all. You couldnât blame her for being so confusedâin all of the time youâve known her, this was the only thing you had ever kept from her.
âYou know when something hurts so much that it feels impossible to survive? Like if you donât stop thinking about it, it will be the only thing you ever think about?â You began, your eyes fluttering closed as a sad smile crossed your lips.
âYeah, I guess.â She replied, her tone softening as she realized the seriousness of the situation.
âThis is one of those things. It was the most beautiful part of my whole life, but now that itâs gone, itâs horrible to remember. It took me two years to get over it, and even then, I never really did. I just got better at bottling it up and ignoring it, and eventually, it became a habit. This hurt so bad that I had to forget about it, because if I didnât, I would have spent the rest of my life stuck in it, rather than making something new for myself.â
âOoookayy.â She drew the word out for dramatic effect, her humorous tone usually uplifting you in times of crisis, but not even this time could it begin to ease the feeling of hurt in your heart.
With a breath of courage you did not have, you flipped open the lid. You did not look inside straight away, instead finding yourself staring at the empty section of wall between your door and your dresser, remembering the sight that was there so long ago. Jake, teary-eyed with flowers from his backyard and a CD heâd worked so hard to make, clad in a sweater that he wore only because you bought it for him. You wondered what he looked like now, if heâd recognize you if he stood before you again. You smiled gently to yourself as you recollected the softness of his features, the warmth in his dark eyes, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you that you hadnât felt in a long time.
Where was he, now? Was he halfway across the world, living his dream and playing guitar on stage every night? He used to talk about it so often that you thought it would be a shame if he let that passion go to waste. Was Josh alongside him, still annoying him beyond belief and loving him in a way only a twin brother could? Was his hair long, flowing past his shoulders and cascading down his back, just like he told you he wanted it to? Was his smile the same, toothy and goofy enough to make you fall in love at the first glance?
There were so many things you wanted to know, gutted that Jake existed in the world somewhere and you were not a witness to the light he added to it. You were in agony knowing that there wasnât just one, but so many versions of him you never got to know, just the same as he never got to experience the many different versions of you. You hated yourself for never reaching out, for locking up that part of your heart and throwing it away, but you had to. It was necessary for survival, and you didnât want to lose yourself to a stranger who might not even be the boy you once loved so desperately.
Then again, a small part of you knew that no matter how strange Jake would be to you now, he would still be just as lovable and just as beautiful.
Your heart ached at the thought of him being grown, now, likely wrapped up in someone elseâs arms who could love him more than you could at the time. Back then, you thought that letting him go was the best way to show how much you loved him, but six years later, you understood he was the type of person you never should have let slip through your fingers. You wondered if he ever thought of you, or if he went through the same turmoil that caused you to shut out his memory completely. You swallowed down the lump in your throat when you realized he likely didnât, because Jake was always much too grand to be caught up on someone as mediocre as you.
Forcing yourself out of the maddening thoughts, your eyes trailed down to the items inside the box. Carefully, you picked out a pile of movie tickets, sifting through them and trying not to get stuck in every memory of every theater date the two of you had.
âIn high school, I met a boy who turned my whole world upside down.â You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as you passed the tickets to Mel. âHe was everything anyone could ever want. He was the type of person that made it impossible not to love him.â You explained, feeling the scratch of tears in your throat as you grabbed a ziplock bag full of dried wildflowers and petals from bouquets. âHe was a real romantic, always buying flowers and writing love notes. He walked with me to school before he got his license, and drove me as soon as he did. He was my best friend, and unfortunately, probably the best love of my entire life.â
âWhat was his name, love?â Mel asked, taking the bag of flowers from your hand so you could continue the walk down memory lane.
âJacob,â the name felt like gold on your tongue, the taste sweet and the warmth otherworldly. âI called him Jake.â You pulled out a torn journal page, folded neatly and begging to be read. Carefully, you opened it up, letting your eyes drift over the familiar scrawl of his messy handwriting. âWe dated for three years. Liam S. had nothing on him, and I met Jake not long after the hot or not debacle.â You laughed quietly, your eyes crinkling in the corners as you realized how happy you were that Liam turned out to be an asshole. Because of his childish behavior, the best years of your life happened. âIâve never been so thankful to have my heart broken by someone, because if I stayed with Liam, I never would have met Jake. I was skipping class one day because I couldnât stand the thought of being near Liam after that god awful list, and I ran into Jake, skipping because he couldnât stand the thought of being in History class. Was fate, I guess. We were inseparable after that.â
You took a moment, swallowing back the pain and blinking away tears as you pulled note after note from the box, each one more painful than the last. There were doodles, stick figures of the two of you holding hands, and hearts dancing around your heads. Jake always had a special way of expressing his love, and he did it in every way he could. It was always lighthearted, never too serious but always fully expressing the tellings of his heart. He wrote you love notes because he wasnât good at saying it aloud, and he drew terrible pictures when words failed him. At the end of the day, he was a teenage boy, but he was so much better than the rest of them.
âWe did everything together. So many days spent at the lake, and so many nights spent talking in this bed. We used to sneak out on the roof and look at the stars every night, because thereâs a ledge on the attic window that makes it easy to get up there. He listened and never made me feel stupid, and he loved me so much that I never had to question it. He used to drive my sister to her basketball practices when mom was at work, and heâd sit with me the whole time, happy to do it. He was quiet, but everything he said was worth listening to. He was funny, and so kind. The biggest heart Iâve ever seen on anyone.â You felt yourself choke up, the surplus of emotion becoming too much for you to hold back.
âWhat happened?â
âLife did.â You responded, simple enough as you continued to sort through the box. There were tickets to school sports games, tokens from the local arcade, and all of the guitar picks that fell from his pocket into your bed. There were unopened ring pops, because heâd buy you one at the corner store every time you stopped, forever promising that it would be a real ring someday. Your entire relationship was in the box, staring you in the face with a ferocious grin as you recounted the mistakes you made. âHim and I were always different. He had a dream of being in a band. He hated school and everything that came along with it. He played soccer, he loved to have fun, and he smoked cigarettes. He wouldnât listen no matter how many times I told him it was bad for him. I loved school, I was good at it, and I wanted to go to the best university I could get into. I didnât drink all that much, and I stayed in more often than not. For three years, it never phased us, and we loved each other no matter how different we were. It still seemed right.â
âUntil it wasnât?â
âNot even then.â You chuckled, pulling out an old Polaroid picture.
As your eyes landed on the two of you, laying in the long grass in the field at the old park, you felt the knife twist in your stomach. He was smiling, the grin lighting up his whole face as he held you in his arms. You were between his legs, your back against his chest and your arms atop his, wrapped around you. You were in his clothes, your hair falling over your face that was nearly washed out from the flash of the camera. You could remember the feeling like he was behind you now, the rattle of his chest as he laughed and the warmth of his body against yours. The deep amber of his cologne lingered in your nose, and the sweetness of his kiss still remained on your lips.
In that moment, you thanked God that Josh was there to take the picture. Even now, even after all the hurt, the memory was so precious to you and you wished so badly to be there one more time, just for a minute.
âWe talked about it for a long time, what would happen when I left for school. I knew I was going far away, and he knew he was going to stay here. Maybe if I went to school closer, the outcome would have been different.â You shrugged, acting nonchalantly about one of the thoughts that often plagued your entire life. âWe decided long distance wasnât right for us. I didnât want to hold him down, and he didnât want to hold me back. We loved each other so much that we let each other go, believing it was for the best. I canât speak for him, but for me, it was far from the best. It was the worst, actually.â You explained, looking at a few other Polaroids in the box. âWe broke up the night before I went to school. Or the morning of, I guess.â You corrected yourself, your fingers going in search of the only thing you truly wanted to see.
âAnd that was it? You never talked to him again.â
âNo.â You shook your head. âNever again âcept for a few days after I got there.â Your fingertips found the hard plastic case, pulling it out from the very bottom of the box. Origami flowers went flying, the ones you made for him but never had the chance to give him, and a few guitar picks fluttered to the floor. âThat night, he gave me this.â You flashed it in her direction. She reached out, taking it from your hands so she could read the words written on the disk. âI remember exactly what he said, and it fucking killed me, Mel.â
âEight songs, Y/N. I sat there for hours, listening to as much music as I could. I sorted through my dadâs old vinyl records, and all of the CDâs Josh and I could find in the house. I searched for lyrics on the internet, I even asked my mom if she had any ideas.â Jake explained, taking a step closer to you. There was a small plastic case in one of his hands, a bushel of hand picked wildflowers in his other, and a look in his eyes that made your heart ache with all of the pain you had been holding back. âThis is it; eight songs that tell you exactly how I feel about you. Four that tell you how much I love you, and four that tell you everything you need to know about how I feel about you leaving.â
You recounted the memory aloud, the quiver of sadness in your tone too loud to ignore. âFor three months, I listened to this every night to go to sleep. I carried the CD with me everywhere I went, until I came home for Christmas and mom and I decided it was best that I put all of this stuff away. I was torturing myself, loving someone I couldnât have. Thatâs why when I met you, I never wanted to leave your side. I was recovering from this, and I had nobody.â
âSo heâs the reason you listened to that Pearl Jam song on repeat all of the time?â She asked, thinking back on the state you constantly found yourself in.
âYeah,â you laughed, nodding as a tear rolled down your cheek. âBlack. That was the song.â
âRight, how could I forget?â She chuckled, humming the tune to herself. âI know someday youâll have a beautiful life, I know youâll be a star in somebody elseâsâŠâ she sang to herself, trailing off as she realized why the words spoke so loudly to you.
âSky.â You finished, unable to leave it hanging. âBut why canât it be mine, right?â You forced a smile on your face, trying to joke, but both of you knew it was not funny to you.
âWhy did you never tell me about him?â She asked, looking at you with sadness in her own eyes. She was grieving the love with you, like a true best friend would.
âLots of reasons, I suppose.â You sniffled back another wave of tears, your voice now infiltrated with the sadness that once only ravished your heart. It was taking over again, like it did so long ago when you vowed to shut it out. âGuess I didnât want to scare you away, and I didnât really want to bring that memory to school with me. The dorm and the apartment walls, all of the buildingsâŠ. That sadness never touched that, you know? He was never there, his memory didnât live in the place like it does here. I thought if I never talked about it, it would never hurt as bad there as it did here, that night.â
âBut it did anyway.â
âIt did.â You agreed, clearing your throat slightly. âFor a really long time. I spent two years thinking of him, dreaming of him. I wanted him so bad, and it never went away with time like all of the Reddit forums said it would.â You laughed at your own stupidity, shaking your head at all the time you spent reading breakup advice from faceless strangers on the internet. âOne day, I had to stop. I was my own worst enemy, listening to all the music we used to listen to together, living in the memories at night when I was alone in bed, picturing him beside me, holding my hand. I deleted him off all my social media, and his family, too. I erased all the pictures, and I drank and partied so much that I couldnât think about anything, let alone him. I studied so much that I dreamt about Shakespeare, and every time I thought of his name, I shoved it so far to the back of my mind that I couldnât possibly find it again. I forced myself to forget it all, to pretend it never happened so one day, I could believe it.â
âI told myself new memories would replace the old ones, and after a while they did. Christ, when we came here he wasnât even a passing thought in my head, but I could feel this lingering sadness in the air, looming over my head all of the time. I didnât get it until now, when I saw the box, and it all came back at once. I shoved it so far down that I tricked my brain into blocking it out, but when itâs in your face like that⊠itâs hard to keep it out.â You finished, closing your eyes to regain yourself. âThatâs why you lost me for a while, I guess.â
âSo you havenât had any contact with this guy? Like, at all? You donât know what he looks like, where he livesâŠ?â
âNothing.â You assured her. âIf thereâs one thing Iâm good at, itâs ignoring a problem so much that it ceases to exist.â
âBut it does exist, and it still hurts.â She explained. âYou donât date, you donât try to meet guys, you hate the idea of love, and this is why, Y/N. If itâs been six years and you still feel that way, maybe you should reach out.â She offered, looking over the CD once again.
âAs if,â you scoffed, rolling your eyes at the idea. âHe wouldnât even remember me, Mel. Itâs been so long, Iâm sure heâs long moved past us. Heâs the type of guy everyone loves, so Iâm sure heâs found someone who treats him really well. He deserves that, not the girl from high school who broke his and her own heart.â
âMaybe we should just look at his instagram, just to see what he looks like?â She asked, pulling out her phone.
âNo.â You said, reaching out and holding her phone down. âI donât want to, Mel. I stopped keeping up with him for a reason. All it does is hurt me more.â
âOkay.â She conceded, placing her phone back on the bed. âSince weâre already sad, why donât we listen to the music? Why donât you tell me about the songs?â
âNosy.â You snipped, but shot a playful smile her way.
âObviously.â She huffed. âMy best friend just told me about a boyfriend Iâve never heard of before, who is apparently the greatest love of her life. I want to know everything that I didnât know I was missing.â
âI donât knowâŠâ you trailed off, eyeing the messy handwriting on the surface of the disk. âIâd just be reopening old wounds. I donât know if thatâs what I should be doing while Iâm trying to start my life.â
âSeems like theyâre already open, Y/N.â She said, raising an eyebrow. âJust one song?â You watched her face for a moment, your heart racing at the thought of playing that first track. At the same time, an overwhelming sense of calm washed over you at the idea, like an addict finally in reach of a fix. It had been so long since you let yourself enjoy the music that spoke his love for you, and the thought of hearing it again made your heart soar. It had been so long since you felt such an abundance of love like that, and you understood that it couldnât hurt more than it already was.
âYeah, okay.â You sighed, carefully placing all the items back in the box. You sat it beside you on the bed, slowly standing to your feet. You grabbed the disk from her hand, navigating through the mess on the floor and plopping down in the computer chair nestled in the corner of your room. You hunched over; searching through the drawers of your desk until you exactly found what you were looking for. âA-ha.â You muttered to yourself, pulling out the old CD player and the speakers you had to go with it. The cords were tangled, wrapping around all of them and knitting together to make the task even more daunting for you. âI havenât used this in years.â You said, your fingers carefully unraveling the tangled mess of the cords.
âUsed it? Y/N, I havenât even seen one since middle school.â You chuckled, plugging the player into the outlet on the wall beside you.
âI only ever used it to listen to this.â You clarified, wiping the dust from the surface with the bottom of your already dirty t-shirt. You popped the top open, carefully taking the disc from its holder and placing it inside. You shut it, trying to read the faded white print on the black surface to find the play button. Eventually, you hit start, and the air filled with a static silence, the whirring of the machine the only thing filling your ears.
You leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes as you braced yourself for the impact of that first note. Your palms were clammy, your chest tight and your stomach swirling with nausea. Even as horrible as you felt, knowing what was to come, the feeling was comforting, familiar even. You felt it so many times, huddled in that exact chair with your knees pulled to your chest. You felt it in your dorm room, tears clouding your vision as you tried to hide yourself under the covers and disappear from the world. You knew this feeling better than anything else, and you had every scratch and pause on the track memorized so well that you could recite it in your sleep.
Even so, it didnât seem to stop the wave of grief that washed over you when the first strum of the acoustic guitar filled the air.
You nearly doubled over in your seat, struck with an invisible force that was stronger than anything else. Your bones ached and your body felt heavy, your eyes aching as you squeezed them shut so tightly it made you see stars. The music that filled the room was quiet, but it felt like it was screaming at you, beating you down and berating you for being so foolish.
âChildhood living,
Is easy to do
The things you wanted
I bought them for you.â
Four years old, Barbie doll in hand and chocolate stains visible on your neon green shirt as you stood at the entryway of the kitchen. Your hair was wild, messy from a full day of playing outside. The summer air was sweeter than it had ever been, the color of the grass so prominent in your mind. Dandelion yellow stained your knees from kneeling on the abundant petals in the backyard. The clouds in the sky looked like cotton candy, and you pleaded with your mother to let you stay outside for just a moment longer.
Of course, she picked you up by the arms, scolding you with a smile as she told you that you wouldnât be able to play if you were hungry. Dinner was waiting for you on the table, your favorite meal to top off the wondrous day of being completely carefree. For dessert, you split an ice cream sundae with your dad, doused in chocolate sauce and rainbow sprinkles. As your mom did the dishes, you watched a cartoon on the couch. When the sound of the water stopped and giggles filled the air, you couldnât help but investigate, dreading missing out on a moment of fun.
When you peeked into the room, the kitchen table concealing you as you stood at perfect height, you did not see your mom hovering over the sink. Instead, you heard the static hum of the radio, the familiar song playing quietly. Your mother was in the middle of the room, dish towel still in her hand and a blinding smile on her face. Your father stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist and his head nuzzled in the crook of her neck. A smile that matched hers rested on his own lips as they swayed slowly, and he was singing her the lyrics as they passed through the speaker.
Although it was out of tune, off time, and nowhere near as good as Mick Jagger had sounded, it was perfect. To you and your mother, it was the best sound in the whole world, because when your dad sang it, it was full of love.
âGraceless lady
You know who I am
You know I canât let you
Slide through my hands.â
Eight years old with your little sister by your side, the words passed through your fathers lips, but it wasnât the same as it used to be. He was tired, withdrawn, singing the song with refrain in his eyes as he watched the hand your mother was holding. The love has lessened, the tune a habit rather than a gift. Things were different, and you chalked it up to age. One day you were certain your father would sing it again, with the very same love in his eyes he used to have.
âWild horses
Couldnât drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldnât drag me away.â
The familiar song played through the closed door of your parents bedroom, but it was not framing a sweet moment. It had been on repeat for a day, now, and your father had left late the night before. Something deep in your soul told you he was not in there, nor was he singing it to her. Sometimes, when the music lulled, you could hear a muffled cry pass through the hollow door, cementing the notion in your head for good.
âI watched you suffer
A dull, aching pain
Now youâve decided
To show me the same.â
At thirteen, you stood at the door of your parents bedroom, a lump in your throat as you watched your mother sleep away another afternoon. Your sister continued asking when your dad would be home, but the longer you stared at the half-empty room, the more you understood that the answer was something she couldn't quite understand. The longer you watched, the more you understood youâd never hear him sing that song again.
âNo sweeping exits
Or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter
Or treat you unkind.â
âOh, God. Jake, please turn that off.â You pleaded, the melodic sound filling your stomach with dread. He looked back at you, nestled in his bed and safe under his blankets. He turned around in his desk chair, his head cocked to the side as he abandoned his math homework.
âWhat, you donât like The Stones?â There was a careful kindness in his tone, wondering where your sudden discomfort came from but nervous to cross a line by asking.
âNo, I do, just not this song.â You clarified, your heart racing in your chest as the hum of Jaggerâs voice began to fill your ears. You tried so hard to stay calm, not to retaliate and cover your ears so you did not look like a child throwing a tantrum. Instantly, he reached over and lifted the needle from the spinning vinyl, placing it back on the holder. âIâm sorry, I just⊠I canât listen to it.â You breathed, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as the song came to an abrupt stop.
âSâokay, sunshine. You donât have to apologize for anything.â He promised, wheeling over to you as he noticed the discomfort in your eyes. He reached out, brushing your bangs from your eyes in an attempt to comfort you. âWhy not?â
âLong story.â You whispered, your head sinking further down into his pillow.
âI always have time to listen to you.â He assured you, his thumb drifting over your cheek. Your eyes fluttered to meet his, the sight immediately calming your mind. You swallowed hard, leaning into his touch ever so slightly.
âMy dad⊠he used to sing this to my mom. It was the best song in the whole world to us for so long.â You explained, fighting the distaste begging to leech into your tone. âThey used to slow dance to it in the kitchen, and heâd sing it to us too, when we were sad. Then he fucking left, and mom listened to it over and over again, like it would bring him back. Guess it didnât work out as well as she hoped it would.â
âIâm sorry, sunshine. I had no idea.â He hummed, his fingernails gently scratching over your scalp in hopes of soothing you.
âSâokay,â your eyes fluttered closed in bliss at the feeling. âJust sucks, âcause I used to love the song so much, and now it makes me sick.â
You didnât understand back then, but now you knew why your mother played it so often. She was hoping it would bring him back, or hoping that it would make her feel close to him again. She was torturing herself in the same way that you tortured yourself with the exact CD you were listening to, then.
âWild horses
Couldnât drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldnât drag me away.â
âI have something to show you, sunshine.â Jake's hand in yours felt right, just as it always did. His voice rang through your ears as you walked up the stairs to his bedroom. You had no idea what was awaiting you, but you knew if he had anything to do with it, it would be nothing short of fantastic.
âI know I dreamed you
A sin and a lie
I have my freedom
But I donât have much time
Faith has been broken
Tears must be cried
Letâs do some living
After we die.â
You couldnât stop the tears, running like waterfalls down your cheeks as Jake softly strummed at his dads old acoustic. The rasp in his voice paired with the quiver of nervousness made his singing all the more beautiful, and the sentiment behind his actions made your heart swell with joy. He was the most beautiful thing youâd ever laid eyes on, and you couldnât believe he loved you so dearly.
His playing slowed to a stop, his anxious eyes flickering up to your face. As he noticed the trails of mascara streaked down your cheeks, his stomach dropped, fearful that he hurt you more than helped. You wanted to speak, to commend him for his gracious gesture, but words were failing you. You had never been so full of love in your life, not for anyone or anything, but he continued to amaze you with every day that passed.
âIâm sorry, beautiful. I never wanted to make you cry.â He stood, propping the guitar against his desk as he stepped towards you. His hands reached out, gently swiping away any lingering sadness on your face.
âNo, Jake.â You shook your head, still choked up at the sweetness of the moment. âIt was beautiful. So, so beautiful.â A small smile crossed his lips, and he crouched down to eye level, dreading overlooking a single moment of time with you. âNobodyâs ever done anything so nice for me.â
âI just⊠you said you loved the song, but you couldnât listen to it anymore because it hurt too bad. I wanted to make the song good again, to make it hurt less.â He whispered, his brown eyes seemingly staring into your soul. âI donât know if it worked, but Iâd do anything for you, sunshine. Iâll do whatever I can to make you happy.â
âYou do, Jake. You always do.â You felt tears falling from your eyes, but they were for a whole different reason than they were all of the times you heard the song before. He did exactly as he intended, and the song took on a whole different meaning. The bad hurt less, and the memory of Jake singing to you would be something you would never forget. He was everything, and you were so incredibly lucky to have him.
You reached toward, pausing the track before it could finish. Your chest was aching, your shoulders shaking with your tears as you felt Melâs hands on your shoulders in support. She slid them downwards, and your hands raised in search of hers. Your head fell back, resting on her stomach as you tried to calm yourself down. It hurt the same every time; no matter how many years stood between the initial heartbreak, the thought of losing Jake had always been the worst one ever.
âTell me about the song.â She whispered, pulling you out of your own head in hopes youâd share the sorrow with her, just to make it a little easier to digest.
With a shaky breath, you recounted the memories that youâd kept locked up for so long, finally allowing someone to help you carry the weight of them. She listened intently to every word you had to say, hanging on to the stories and keeping them as safe as you had the whole time. There was no one in the world you trusted quite like her, knowing that you could confess anything and sheâd still extend a helping hand. You were lucky to have her, grateful to call her your best friend, but you knew that even she could not begin to ease the pain from this.
âI just⊠I wish things were different for us, you know? Like, I always knew we should have been more, that we shouldnât have ended like that.â You let out a ragged sigh, finishing your retelling with the sentiment that haunted you for so long. âHe tried to stay friends, and he tried so hard, but I had to stop. A few days after I got to school, I had to stop talking to him, because I loved him too much. Friends was torture back then, but now I feel stupid for cutting him off. Now I know that having him around would have been better than this.â
âY/N, you have to reach out to him.â She urged, combing her fingers through your hair. âIf itâs been this long and you still feel that way about him, you canât let it go.â She tied your hair back in a ponytail, keeping it away from your face until you calmed down. Your cheeks were crimson, burning with heat as the sadness ran its course. Your eyes were swollen, your head aching, and you wished it could be that easy.
âAfter six years, Mel?â You didnât mean to sound so condescending, but the tone slipped out without a second thought. âWeâre totally different people now. I bet he doesnât even think about me anymore.â
âYou donât know that, though.â She argued her point, squeezing your shoulders ever so slightly. âHe could be sitting in his room, talking to his best friend like this. He might still be hurting, too, and maybe heâs scared to reach out because he thinks you forgot about him.â She let the thought hang in the air for a moment, not pressing any further until you responded. You blinked hard, wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands. The coolness of your skin felt nice against your face, bringing you back to earth for a moment. When the silence became too much for her, she spoke again. âYou never know unless you try, Y/N. You canât live the rest of your life wondering. Just reach out, say hi and ask how heâs doing. Even if heïżœïżœïżœs moved on, at least youâll know for sure. Once that door is closed, you can move on too. Right now, youâll be stuck thinking about him and wondering âwhat ifâ forever.â
You didnât want to tell her she was right, mostly because you were too afraid he would be moved on, in love with someone else and happier without you. You wanted it for him, because he deserved it, but you wanted to be the one that made him happy. The thought of someone else loving him made you sick, because you doubted that anyone could ever love him as much as you did. Actually, you doubted that anyone could love anyone as much as you loved Jake.
âI doubt he has the same number, anyway. I just have the one he had in high school.â You shook your head, finding yourself too hopeful already. You needed to shut it down before your heart broke even further.
âTry, Y/N.â Mel urged, unable to drop the topic. She wanted it for you, to see you happy and in love. She always wondered why romance never seemed to move you, and now she knew itâs always been because you were waiting for him. Instead of responding, you hit the rewind button on the player and pressed play again, already yearning to live in the memory of him singing it to you again. A sad smile crossed Melâs lips, but she gave a curt nod, turning around and continuing to pack and move boxes of already sorted items.
You pulled your knees to your chest, resting your chin atop of them as you listened to the familiar melody. You wondered if maybe his number was the same, and if you reached out, heâd still have your contact saved in his phone. You wanted to know where he ended up, what he was doing and who he was doing it with. You wanted to know him, to hear his voice and have him say your name again. The need was pressing, and it grew harder to ignore the longer the song played.
Could he still feel the same? After this long, did he still think of you from time to time with hurt in his heart and regret in his mind? Was it possible that he was still hung up on you, or were you just an idiot who couldnât comprehend letting go?
You had so many questions, the same ones that plagued you since the day you left. You didnât know the answer, and you werenât even sure if you wanted to.
However, Mel was right.
You would never know unless you tried, and for him, you would do anything. As much as it would kill you to hear how happy he was without you, it would still be better than never talking to him at all. You needed to know the man he grew into, even if it was for a fleeting moment in time. You wanted to know if his hair grew out, if he still played guitar, and if his laugh was still just as sweet as it was back then. You wanted to tell him you graduated, that you finally did it after so long spent talking about it.
You couldnât waste the rest of your life hung up on a man who loved you when you were young. You couldnât be eighty years old and still thinking of Jake Kiszka when you tried to sleep at night. More than that, you couldnât open yourself up to love if you were still so in love with him.
âIâm going to grab something to eat.â Mel said, hovering in the doorway of your room. When you didnât so much as look her way, she turned towards the stairs and walked out of sight.
You needed to reach out. You needed to try, just like she said. Even if the conversation sealed shut the door you always wished to open again, it would give you closure, and you might finally be able to move on. Right now, moving on was laughable, and it was something you never believed you could do.
Mel was right, and so right that it was impossible to ignore her.
Even if his number changed, or if you were blocked, you would finally know for sure. You took a large gulp of breath as you stood to your feet, Wild Horses still playing softly in the background as you stepped towards your bed. You grabbed your phone from the mattress, unlocking the screen and clicking on your contacts. You gulped down the ball of anxiety stuck in your throat as you selected the name you never thought youâd speak again. There was still a red heart beside his name, something you couldnât bear to change. You opened a new text thread, the empty screen sending a shiver down your spine as you recounted the endless âI love youâsâ once held inside the chat.
Your finger hovered over the keypad, your mind blank as you thought of what to say. There were so many things you always wanted to confess to him, that you were sorry and you missed him, or that you were wrong and never should have left. You wanted to be angry that he let you leave, and to be happy for all the love he gave you that carried you through until that very moment. You wanted to say everything and anything, but it wasnât right. You couldnât break the radio silence after so long with something so powerful, but you never knew how to keep it simple when it came to Jake. His name alone caught you in a storm of emotion, and the picture of his face in your mind nearly brought you to your knees.
You began to type, quickly stopping yourself with a shake of your head. It wasnât right. What were you supposed to start with? How could you rekindle conversation with the only man youâd ever loved, after so long of loving him silently?
You started again, letting out a sigh as the words seemed to come out wrong yet again. You felt like an idiot, but you still stood in place, staring at the screen. Somehow, no matter how stupid you felt, putting the phone down felt wrong. You needed to do it, but you just didnât know how.
You typed and re-typed the message so many times that your eyes crossed and your head began to spin. Your heart was thudding against your chest so intensely that it began to hurt, and you hadnât even hit send yet.
âCome on, coward. You can do it.â You huffed, furrowing your brows as you hyped yourself up. âStop overthinking it.â
And you did; when you stopped thinking, it seemed all the more easy.
You - 4:53pm
Hey, Jake. Itâs Y/N. I know itâs been a while, and Iâm not sure if this is even your number anymore, but Iâm back in Michigan again, for good I think. When Iâm in Michigan it always reminds me of you. I hope youâre doing okay, and I hope that this isnât too weird. Itâs strange being home, and I guess I was just thinking of you and wanted you to know that after all this time, youâre still on my mind.
With little hope and a lot of courage, you attached a song from Spotify to the text. You hit send, watching the blue line at the top of the screen slowly begin to slide across, signifying it was much too late to change your mind. It was slower than usual, making you believe he truly may have changed his number, or blocked you at the very least. If he did, you couldnât blame him, because youâd been tempted to do the same.
Before you could spiral too far, the small chirp let you know that the text was delivered, and the words underneath the bubble read as such. Your heart drummed even faster, and you expected a wave of regret to take over, but it never came. Instead, your mind was calm, a strange peacefulness washing over you at the sight of his name in your phone again. Soon after, the song delivered too, the link turning into a shortcut. The album cover showed in a small square, and next to it showed the name of the song and the artist underneath. On the very opposite side, a small little play circle appeared, letting him preview a snippet before he opened the app.
âWild horses
Couldnât drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Weâll ride them someday
Wild horses
couldnât drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Weâll ride them someday.â
You listened to the song playing over your speakers, your cheeks flushed and your lips upturned into a small smile. You wondered if it was too much, or if he would think you were weird for sending him the song, but deep down you believed that even if he did, some semblance of the man you used to love so dearly continued to remain. Even after all this time, the song would still be important to him, and just the same as back then, even after all this time, not even wild horses could drag you away from him.
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