#my requirements being broody + messy hair

[reiketsui]

new younger fc and he's perfect actually

[starlightxsvt]

3 dates | c.sc

pairing ➳ badboy!Seungcheol x female!reader

genre ➳ badboy au, romance, some fluff, angst, bad attempt at humour, gets spicy at the end.

word count ➳ 12.4k+ (i have NO idea how this became so long so strap in for a ride)

warnings ➳ cursing, mentions of killing, mentions criminal activities, slight violence(non explicit), smoking, ma man Seungcheol ain't your typical badboy, self doubt, blackmailing, reader does all sorts of risky things cuz she's a SIMP, blood(nothing explicit), kissing, marking, some breast worshipping, grinding, reader is horny lol. (Please lemme know if I forgot anything.)

synopsis ➳ after one fateful encounter with him you cannot get him out of your head. so you opt to do some crazy things to catch his attention and even snag a few dates with him. only trouble is he isn't the type to stay after the whole disposition is over.

Swirling the third drink in your hand you heave yet another depressed sigh. You are so tired that you feel like you can just slump on the counter and pass out. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to stop for a drink, you alcohol riddled brain thinks.

The plans you had with Katelyn was cancelled last moment; she called to tell you that her thesis submission date was moved forward and so she couldn't hang out with you tonight. You're in the middle of an existential crisis quite literally, the too many part time jobs yet still lack of money and copious amounts of study getting to you. Staring hard at your drink you contemplate if it is worth giving up on college and your dream of becoming an arts major. It sure feels tempting right now, the long hours at the diner and not enough sleep at night proving to be the worst nuisance.

Sighing you put down your drink. It's still early, you should go home and try to catch up on the much needed sleep. You really had no intention of grabbing a drink tonight; you have morning classes tomorrow but you made a last moment decision to stop for a drink on your way back home. You didn't take your usual route to home today, and while trudging through the streets tiredly you came across this bar called Seventeen's. You've heard stories about this place, how it is the home to local gangs and how it's bad people's turf and what not. Your curiosity, probably too much of that made you get inside for a drink even though all the bones in your body ached. The inside is what you expected, nowhere near fancy but dingy, just decent enough. The people inside didn't look friendly and if the chains and tattoos on them gave any indication you'd say the rumours are true; this is the turf of gangs. The drinks taste decent, not the best but not the worst and from the overall look of this place you don't really have a reason to come back.

You're about to stand up from your stool when a large, clammy hand grabs your wrist out of nowhere, making you jump. "Hey sexy, sit down. Let me buy you a drink," the owner of the hand, a large, tattooed middle aged man slurs making your nose scrunch out of disgust. You're wearing nothing that can be called sexy; a plain cardigan and jeans and the way he looks you up and down makes you want to poke his eyes out.

You really shouldn't have come here. Clenching your jaw, you meet his eyes, "What makes you think I'm interested to have a drink with you?"

"Oh come on, why would you be here then, lookin' all nice? Just sit down," the man drawls, an ugly smile on his face. He still hasn't let go of your wrist and it's making you impatient. Looks like you're gonna have to kick his balls tonight. Maybe the self defense classes didn't completely go to waste.

"Get your disgusting hands off me while I'm being nice, sleazeball," you hiss at him, trying to get his hand off. The man stands up growling, "What did you say you bitch?" You're preparing to break his nose when out of nowhere a punch lands on his face that sends him tumbling to the ground. The attacker gets on top of him and twists his arm and you can literally hear a bone snap.

Shit.

"I think she said she is not interested," the man hisses, landing yet another another hit on his face before kicking his groin and getting up. When he turns around and his eyes meet yours, your heart skips a few beats and you almost The man is drop dead gorgeous, someone you would not expect to see here but probably on the cover of a high end magazine. His blond hair is long, crossing the nape of his neck as well as some covering his forehead. What takes your breath away the most is his eyes, the most beautiful pair you've ever seen. They seem to have their own galaxies in them, so deep and mesmerising and decorated with lashes long enough to make you jealous. His dress up, black jacket and jeans, immediately tells you what he is; a gang member.

"You should get home, lady," He speaks in a no nonsense tone, his face cold as ice. But you're offended. "Excuse me? Who are you calling lady? You make it sound like I'm old." You puff your cheeks and cross your arms, trying to appear intimidating. "Besides I had the situation under control, you didn't need to butt in." The man keeps looking at you with that no nonsense look, his features displaying annoyance if you are right and he's clearly not intimidated. The dude on the floor grunts and makes an effort to get up, only to be kicked by your saviour once more. "Hey Mingyu, get him out of here. What was this piece of trash doing here anyway?" The man orders to someone before turning to look at you, "Do you live far?"

"Uh- no, a ten minutes walk from here maybe," you reply unsurely, surprised at his question. The blond haired man nods before grabbing your wrist, "I'll walk you home. Hurry up, lady." You have a feeling he's purposely calling you that and though you start following him out of the bar, you make grunts of protest.

"Oh yeah, why? Trying to find out my address? So you can come later and hurt me like that guy?" You would not be this brazen if it wasn't for the alcohol in your system, after all the man next you isn't a friendly one if the rumours are true. The man raises a brow at you, "Did you do something that requires me to beat you up?" You hiccup at his serious tone. Does he not get a joke? He lets go of your hand now that you're at a safe distance from the bar but still stays close enough to you as your steps are rather stumbling and messy. You aren't fully drunk but your body is tired and feels like will shut down any second.

You really need some sleep.

"You know I'm not that drunk. You don't have to walk me home." You complain. "I'm walking you home because this isn't a nice place you should be alone at night. What happened earlier could happen again." He says not looking at you. "Mhmm," you keep on trudging behind him, "Thank you so much for your kind gesture, sir." You mock him but he doesn't reply, staring straight ahead, completely ignoring you as he walks quietly. In silence you two walk the rest of the path, before finally stopping as your apartment comes into view. At this point it feels like your bones will break and you will plop down on the concrete any second, but you manage to keep standing. "Well, thanks for walking me home." You shift your weight from one foot to another. "And for helping me back there." He shrugs coolly, a bored expression on his face. He's turning to walk away when you call, "Hey- I didn't get your name."

"What do you need it for?" He side glances at you. You shrug, "I don't know. You helped me so I thought it'd be nice to know your name." "You don't need to. Go inside, lady." He says, his tone final and starts marching away. You wait a couple moments before yelling, "Asshole!" and quickly rushing inside your building, partly afraid he's gonna come back.

You won't be surprised if you get killed tonight.

-

"So you are telling me Choi Seungcheol walked you home?" Katelyn screams in your ear, jolting up from her seat, earning glares from other people at the library in the process. "That's his name?" You whisper-yell, grabbing her hand to pull her back down. "I'm guessing from the blond hair you said," Katelyn shrugs. "Uh huh." You mean back in your chair, "He was hot though."

"Is that seriously all you have to say?" Katelyn whines exasperatedly. "No, I mean, if it wasn't for the way he dresses or talks I would have thought he's a model or something." You murmur.

"Are you sure he didn't hurt you?" Katelyn questions. "Hell no!" You frown. "He saved me from that creepy old dude. I was surprised too. I wish I didn't drink so much, I could have gotten a better look at his face," you sigh. "Seriously?" Katelyn raises a brow at you.

"Girl, you should have seen him. His aura and the way he carried himself was...so hot." You grin to yourself. Katelyn watches you like you've grown two heads. "Are you trying to tell me you have a crush on that gangster?" You smile sheepishly, "Maybe, I mean it's harmless. He was broody yet charming and I'm a girl so.... Also, it's not like he likes me too and is gonna come running whenever I ask him to bang me." You mutter.

"Oh he's gonna break your bones and bang your skull against a wall. That's what he's gonna do."

"Come on! Maybe he isn't so bad. Maybe the rumours are just rumours. Maybe he just looks intimidating and dresses up like that and people thinks he's a gangster." "Really? His name is on every bad thing that happens around here. From illegal racing to murders. Do you know that people say he has killed too?" "Like I said, rumours," you shrug being your stubborn self. Katelyn holds her hands up in surrender, "You know what? It doesn't matter. I'm glad you're alive so let's just put this behind us, shall we?" You don't reply but wiggle your brows at her, a conspirational look on your face. "Oh no, don't look at me like that," Katelyn warns. "Let's go to that bar tonight. Please?" You give her your best puppy eyes. "What are you? Fucking crazy? You wanna get killed?" She whisper-yells, scowling at you. "No. I just wanna take another look at him. Without the alcohol in my system you know. Besides, the place isn't that bad." You reply.

"Well then get killed by yourself. I'm not coming with you."

"I'll help you with your papers for the rest of the semester."

"Shit."

-

"Well, looks like your wish won't be coming true," Katelyn muses chugging down her fourth glass as you keep playing with your first one. It's nearing an hour since you've come to the bar and there has been no sign of the man you desperately seek. The place is exactly like it was the other day, filled with people who you wouldn't want to mess with.

Yet here you are.

"Let's call it a night," Katelyn sighs. "We're just wasting our time." You know that too but you don't want to leave; not just yet. You are well aware that this is just pathetic but you've this crazy urge to see that man once again. You don't know why you feel this way; you never felt like this before. Why are thinking yourself to death about a complete stranger? Has some kind of spell been casted on you?

"Yeah, let's get going," you murmur half heartedly. You help your friend stand up as she's a little wobbly on her feet and together you make your way through the door. "Should we call a cab?" You ask Katelyn. She shakes her head no and you nod, you arms wrapped around hers to support her in case she looses her balance. You start stepping away from the bar and towards the road to her place until a noise from behind makes you stop in your tracks.

"Did you hear that?" You ask, whipping your head behind. There's no one around and the street is mostly dark other than the light flashing from the name of the bar. You hear the sound once again and this time you can locate where it's coming from. There's an abandoned playground at the back of the bar and you've a feeling that's the source.

Katelyn hisses as she sees you step towards there. "What are you doing!"

"Didn't you hear that?"

"Yes I did. That's why I say we leave!" You ignore her and cautiously keep on stepping forward, mentally cursing yourself for wearing heels. Katelyn follows behind you murmuring all kinds of warnings. "You know curiosity killed the cat, right?" She whispers.

You roll your eyes, "Well I'm not a cat. Just- be quiet. It can be nothing." You both move past the bar gingerly and towards the playground at the back. There are old gallons of oil and abandoned materials just around the corner and you two quickly hide among them. It takes you a while to get adjusted to the low light after you poke your head up from the hiding spot.

You're eyes fix on him immediately. His blond hair makes him easily recognisable amid the darkness. There is a few more people around him, all kicking something in the ground. Not something, but someone. The man lying on the ground groans in pain and you realize this is what you both heard. "Shit," You hear Katelyn curse from beside you. "We need to get going." Instead of replying, you keep your eyes trained on the scene unfolding, holding your breath. You're tranced. Seungcheol lands continuous punched on the guy laying below him and after a moment his writhing frame seems to stop moving as it falls limp.

Fuck.

"You know in movies this is the part where people get caught." Katelyn whispers, her voice hoarse and her hand clutching yours in a tugging motion. "Uh-huh. But I can't seem to move. I wonder if he's... really dead." You whisper back. "Are you fucking crazy!" She hisses. "You wanna witness murder?"

Before you can reply you hear a sound that echoes through the empty field and it takes a second for you two to realise that it came from any one of you two. You don't have the time to figure out who made it as you both are crawling away from the playground without looking back, head crouched low to avoid being seen. You don't know if they heard that or if they're coming behind you, you both just keep scrambling, moving until you're past the corner. As soon as possible you both get on your feet and run like the grim reaper is chasing you, stopping only when you are far enough from the bar.

"I am never listening to you again!" Katelyn yells.

-

It's been a good few days since your near death experience and you somehow find yourself in front of that bar once again. You and Katelyn have not brought up that incident after that night. You made yourself believe that it was over and came to a conclusion that it is better to forget that man and leave all of it behind, no matter how much your heart disagreed. But it's easier said than done; you may not mention him out loud but in the back of your mind you think of him. He's like a ghost, haunting you all the time, plagueing your thoughts when you go to bed at night. It felt like he was ever existent and there was an itch in your heart that drove you insane.

Maybe that's why your subconscious brought you here, in front of Seventeen's, once again. You were on your way back home from library and you thought you took your usual route, until you realized you were standing in front of that place. But what is even terrifying is that the man haunting your mind stands in front of the entrance of the bar and you blink a few times to make sure you are not hallucinating. He's leaned against the entrance door, cigarette between his lips and from his pocket he fetches a lighter to light the poison in his mouth.

Damn, lighting up a cigarette never looked this sexy.

He hasn't seen you yet and you contemplate running the other way. That's the sensible thing to do but you, not being a sensible person, start walking towards him. Your footsteps make him look up and notice you and like the last time, there is no expression on his face. It's the same bored yet handsome face except now in daylight you can take a better look at him and this time, you notice a little mole on the left of his face, by his nose. Realising he's gonna stay silent you decide to speak, "Hi... It's me... Do you remember me?" Wow. That's such an intelligent thing to ask.

With the monotoned yet serious expression on his face, he goes, "Why won't I? I don't have Alzheimer's."

So he can joke.

You laugh, an awkward, probably exaggerated laugh. "What are you doing here? Did you not learn your lesson last time?" He cuts to the chase, his voice brassy and deep, almost threatening. You want to roll your eyes. "Who are you to say? I can be wherever I want whenever I want, thank you very much." "Well then, have fun getting in trouble like last time." He's nonchalant as he blows a smoke right past you and stands up straight, turning away. "Wait!" You almost grab his hand, desperate to stop him.

What is wrong with you? Your subconscious slaps her forehead. What are you holding him back for? To say 'hello sir, I think you're hot, can you please put your dick inside me'? Seungcheol turns his head back, his eyebrow cocked up.

Why do you find everything about him so attractive?

"Um...I know your name, Seungcheol." You speak, trying to sound intimidating, like knowing his name gives you some power over him. There's something definitely wrong with you which is why you don't want him to leave just yet and which is why you're stalling time. But it seems to have done the job as he pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and turns towards you, an annoyed look on his face. "How do you know that?" The timbre of his tone is deep and it rakes shivers down your spine. "Well, you've built quite a reputation for yourself so it isn't hard to get your name." You shrug coolly. "Well, if you know so much about my reputation, you should know what I'm capable of." His lone is low, almost threating as he starts to take slow steps towards you making you step back out of reflex.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe you will also end up like the curious cat.

"Oh yes, I know. People have got a lot to say about you," you try to sound unfazed, not meeting his eyes that you feel are burning holes on your face. "What are you doing here, lady?" he asks slowly, pausing between each word and glaring at you as he continues to step forward. You can feel his patience thinning.

"I swear to God if you call me that-"

"What are you doing here?" This time his tone is scary, too scary. It makes you lose the ability to speak for a second as his dark gaze bores into you. He has backed you up against the wall behind you and you swallow. Right, what are you doing here? It probably has something to do with a very hot individual and his insanely attractive aura. Scratch that you are a hundred percent sure it has something to do with the blond haired, enticing man in front of you. He's driving you mad and you need to get your fill of him.

"Go out with me," you state and you are sure you've never spoken words more stupid than that. Internally, you cringe and pray that the ground below you would open and take you straight to the fiery pits.

This is the first time you see some sort of expression come across his face; surprise. He looks utterly shocked and somewhat confused. His mouth opens just a little and he squints at you, "What?"

There's no going back now.

"Go out with me. Let's go on three dates." you say once more, looking him in the eye. He seems to appear even more surprised, a dumbstruck look sitting on his face. He observes you quietly for a while and you can feel the gears in his head shifting. You wonder what he's gonna say next. Or maybe he won't say anything but bang your head on the wall and leave you to die alone. "I'm sorry I'm not following," he looks genuinely perplexed. "I want to go on three dates with you. They say after three dates you can figure out whether you like that person or not and I think I like you so..."

I think I like you.

The biggest understatement of the year.

Seungcheol tilts his head, an amused expression on his face as he studies you, those sharp eyes of his settling on yours, "What is your deal, sweetheart?" He crosses his arms, a brow raised. Sweetheart? That's new. And definitely better than lady. You can't deny how hearing him call you that makes your insides melt. "Nothing. I just want to date you," you shrug, trying to keep your wits together. His proximity is driving you wild; you can sniff a faint smell of cologne and cigarette, him being inches away from you. This time he laughs loudly, a mocking laugh you'd say. "Who sent you?"

Oh my god.

You roll your eyes. "Nobody sent me! Do I look like I'm a gang member or something?" "Then I don't see a reason why you'd want to date me," He states, throwing a challenging look at you.

"What if I said I have a thing for bad boys?"

He snorts. "You don't look the type to date bad boys," he mocks. "Who are you to say that?" You cross your arms. "I want to date you because I think you're hot, okay?" You can not believe you just said that. Looks like you don't have control over your mouth anymore. Warmth spreads throughout your face like a forest fire.

Seungcheol narrows his eyes on you, his tongue poking his cheek as he stands in front of you as if trying to read your mind. After a beat he sighs before looking at you, his eyes becoming darker than usual and his gaze unforgiving. "Hey. Does it look like I'm playing house here? Do you have any idea about the shit I do? The dirty work I do? I don't care if you have a fucking fetish or whatever but this is the last time I'm warning you. I don't want to see you around again. If I see you here once more, you're in fucking trouble," he spits and starts stomping away. His tone is serious and you know very well he is not joking, which is why you use your last resort. You're embarrassed at yourself for being so desperate but at the same time you feel shameless. It has almost turned into a game at this point, you want to make him surrender. That's right, you want him to give in. "You shouldn't be like that with me. I saw you, a few days ago. That night, when you and your friends were beating up that guy...in the playground," you casually stroll to come stand right behind him.

You can't believe you are blackmailing a gangster. Your death must be near.

Seungcheol whips his head back, his eyes glaring at you and you can almost see fire in them. Finally, you got his attention.

"My friend also saw it, we both did. You killed him, didn't you? Me and my friend witnessed a murder. What do you say? Should we go to the station?" You can see his jaw clench and you can't hold back a victorious smirk. Moments pass by as your words hang in the air and the tension between you gets thicker. Yet once more he surprises you, breaking the silence with a chuckle, "Well I killed one person, what makes you think I can't take care of another?"

You swallow.

"Well, my friend already knows so if I go missing you can be sure that the cops will come to you first." You throw back at him.

When did you get so wreckless?

Seungcheol stares at you for a few more seconds before shrugging and moving his hand dismissively, "Well then go tell the cops. I don't give a shit." He starts walking back to the bar leaving you starstruck. He stops and turns towards you before opening the door, "Also, I meant it. I hope I don't see you around. Otherwise I may just have to hurt that pretty face."

-

You don't show up after that.

Mostly because you are embarasssed.

It's been a good while after your last encounter with Seungcheol and you didn't go to the police, obviously. Because you don't have evidence and from what you've heard Seungcheol is pretty influential around here and you don't need to go to an extent to get on his bad side. You're definitely gonna end up dead if you do so, which you don't want just yet.

Classes have just finished and you and Katelyn step out of the classroom together, walking through the hallways and into the main campus. She rambles on about some bad sushi she ate yesterday while your mind remains preoccupied. Maybe you need to get laid. Maybe that'll make you forget about Seungcheol. You just need good dick that's probably why you were so desperate for him.

That's just a stupid lie.

You don't realise Katelyn is calling you until she shakes you by the shoulder and you snap back into reality. You notice her face is as pale as a ghost and following her line of sight your eyes stop on him.

Him. Seungcheol.

What?

You double take, blinking furiously to confirm your vision. He's standing there, in the parking area of your uni, leaned against a convertible Ferrari, a cigarette between his lips. He looks relaxed, like he does this regularly. Students whisper in each others ear while gawking at him curiously. "What did you do!" Katelyn yells. "Nothing!" You hiss back.

"Then why is he here!"

"I don't know!"

Your eyes meet with Seungcheol's and a smirk spreads across his face making you shiver. He stands up straight and tilts his head, an indication for you to come closer to him. "Fuck, he's here for me," you mumble. "Of course he's here for you, dumbass," Katelyn snaps. "Well, if I don't return, you know who killed me." You sigh starting to walk towards him. "Wait- you're going with him?" She asks incredulously.

"Don't worry. I'll keep my phone on. I don't think he's gonna murder me, I mean there are so many witnesses." You inhale deeply, leaving behind a lost looking Katelyn.

Seungcheol says nothing as you stand right in front of him raising an inquisitive brow but he only holds open the door for you to get in. Deciding to follow him you enter the car quietly and a wave of gasps go through the crowd.

There's gonna be talk about this tomorrow.

Seungcheol, still smirking victoriously for some reason rounds the car and gets inside and within seconds you're hitting the road. There's a thick silence for a while, which feels like ages to you. You're overwhelmed, bewildered to say anything; your poor brain still processing what is happening. You're nervous, jittery as you fiddle with you bag and look out on your side, for some reason scared to look at him.

What if he really kills you? He wouldn't, right?

"You're awfully quiet," Seungcheol says matter of factly as he spares you a glance while driving.

"I'm... processing."

"What are you, a robot?"

"Why are you doing this?" You question instead.

"Doing what?"

"Okay, you know very well what I mean. Why are you picking me up from uni all of a sudden? How do you even know I'm a student there?" "I have resources and...you didn't protest at all. You came along nicely," Seungcheol raised a brow at you, a cocky smile on his lips. You don't answer but continue to stare at him, trying to pin him down with your gaze. He finally sighs and pulls the car to a stop by the side of the road, the sudden brake making you slightly jerk in your seat. "I've decided to give you those 3 dates. That's why," He is calm, unreadable and you wonder if this is a prank. Then again, he has no reason to prank you, does he? "Really?" Your voice comes out breathy. "Yes. I thought I'd give you a taste of how it feels to be with someone like me. I can scare people without physically hurting them you know," He says in a menacing tone.

"So what? You're taking me to an underground fight or something?" You question. "Nah, we're keeping it simple today." He smirks as he starts the car again and turns on the radio, an indication that he doesn't want to converse anymore.

Shamelessly you take a good look at Seungcheol; he's dressed in another jacket today paired with a black tee underneath. Today, you notice he has upped his accessory game, his fingers full of rings and chains dangling from his neck. But what catches your attention is a tattoo, something like a dragon and words written in a language you don't understand, peeking from underneath his sleeve. You almost ask about it but decide it'll probably be too much and he wouldn't answer you anyway.

As you do so, in the back of your mind you think you should have dressed better, something cuter, more appropriate for a date rather than a plain blouse and jeans. But then again who knew Choi Seungcheol was gonna show up out of the blue. You're gnawing at your lower lip, lost in your thoughts when the car is pulled to a halt and you realize your ride is over. You're parked in front of a diner called Lacy's and from the vibe that the place is giving, you can tell that this is place where people like him hang out. You raise a questioning brow at Seungcheol who says, "I know it doesn't look fancy but trust me I has some of the best food I've ever eaten." Taking his words for now you quickly type out a text to Katelyn letting her know you're in one piece and get out of the car.

Once you're seated you look around the place which is relatively empty except some men playing pool at the far end. You watch Seungcheol who has gone to the reception booth to place your orders; his posture relaxed as he leans against the counter and talks to the girl standing there. They seem to know each other because their chat takes longer than it should and the girl has a shy, almost flirty smile on her face.

He probably fucks her.

You shake the thought off your head as the gangster comes back and sits in front of you. There's silence for a second as you wonder if you should just ask the questions that run free around your mind. "Are the rumours true?" You blurt out. He's raises a brow.

"About you. You know..."

"Do you want them to be true?" He asks back. "I don't...know," you reply. "Well, I think it depends on each person. If you want it to be true it is true, if you don't it isn't," he shrugs, leaning back in his chair. "Why don't you just give me a straight answer?" you snap. He smirks as if he's having fun but doesn't reply, watching you with his arms crossed. You roll your your eyes, blowing out an exasperated breath. "You know, I haven't seen one like you. Willingly hanging out with dangerous people, going to dangerous places. You say you saw me kill someone yet you're here. You're almost desperate to get in trouble," he observes. "I'm not desperate to get in trouble. I just...I'm just- attracted to you alright?" This is so embarrassing. You need to shut your mouth. "You've been on my mind ever since that night. I wanna see exactly how deep I'm into you." You bite your lip.

That's enough. You will boost his ego through the roof like this.

Seungcheol studies you for a bit before grinning cockily, "Well, if you didn't know, I am trouble baby. Just you being with me might end you up in a mess." Before you can reply, your food is served, that same girl from the booth setting down your plates and looking at Seungcheol for a bit too long with that same stupid smile which he returns. You don't know why but you feel jealous, jealous of whatever these two share, whatever she has with him.

You've lost your mind at this point. You're on a high that is Seungcheol. He has made you forget your morals, made you completely lose your mind. Or maybe you've been too good all your life and seeing him brought out that crazy, thrill seeking part of yourself.

Silently you dig into your food and as Seungcheol said, the food is really good. This is one of the best meatloaf you've ever had and you can't help but moan. Seungcheol watches you with an amused smile before popping a fry in his mouth.

"What's your major?" Seungcheol asks out of the blue.

"Uh- sociology."

"Mmhmm."

You're about to ask him what he studied in college but you assume he probably never went to one so you seal your lips. You wonder what his background is and who his parents are but you don't want to get too personal on the first day. So you ask something else, "How old are you?" He laughs out loud before he deadpans, "Thirty five." "What!" You almost choke.

There's no way he's-

"Why? What did you expect?"

"I... I don't know! A few years older than me? You're kidding right? You don't look thirty five." He has to be bluffing. "And how old would you be?" "You shouldn't ask a woman her age," you try to make a point. "Don't you have any manners?" He smirks,"I don't, sweetheart. To answer your question, I'm twenty eight."

Uh huh.

"Well, I'm twenty one," you mutter under your breath. You don't know if he hears it because he doesn't give any reaction, busy twirling a fry in sauce. The rest of your meal is full of silence as you wonder if your date will end like this; dry and boring. He's awfully silent and seems to be lost in thoughts as he doesn't engage in a conversation. You're about to take your last bite when the silence is broken by him.

"What did you see that night?" He leans over, his elbows resting on the table as he suddenly regards you with a sombre look, his earlier cockiness vanished. His eyes have once again gone dark and his demeanor says he's not being superficial right now. You're caught off guard as you cough loudly, reaching for your glass to take a sip of water. "What?"

"You heard me. What did you see that night? Exactly how much did you see?" He repeats. You're confused. You thought he didn't care about it. He said it didn't matter. So why is he bringing it up now? You've worked hard to push that night in the deepest part of your brain, pretending it didn't happen.

And then suddenly it clicks.

"You!" You point an accusatory finger at him as you catch on to his plan. "You've agreed to go out with me so that you can find out what I saw that night!" Seungcheol groans, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Ugh, just fucking tell me!" He snaps, annoyed that you've found out his little scheme. You scoff, "I thought you said you didn't care? Besides it's not like I'm going to tell the police." He rolls his eyes and leans back into the couch. "Just tell me and let me go."

You're baffled. His actions didn't make any sense and you actually thought he had no other intentions behind dating you but holy shit this sneaky bastard. "You sly little asshole!" You hiss at him. "Call me that once more and you'll regret it." He threatens. You roll your eyes sagging back into your seat, "Whatever." Then an idea hits you. "You know what, I'll tell you exactly how much I saw that night." You have Seungcheol's full attention now as he stares intensely at you, waiting for your next words. "On our third date. When this whole deal is over, I'll tell you. But in return you'll have to keep your promise and take me out on two more dates."

"Oh fucking hell," he groans rubbing his face in frustration. His state makes you smirk and you feel accomplished.

Choi Seungcheol is stressed because of you.

What a day to be alive.

You murmur, "Besides this isn't even a proper date. This was more like an interrogation. But I'll go easy on you and won't make you redo this date." You give him a sweet smile and he sees red. You can literally see fury blaze in his eyes. "Whatever!" He yells and abruptly stands up. "I don't have time for this. Your stupid play date is over. I'm dropping you home."

Before you can reply, he's marching towards the door. You've to admit this wasn't the best date but at least you've trapped Choi Seungcheol.

-

It has been a good week after your so called date at the diner and you haven't heard from him. You expected him to call or text you since he was gracious enough to ask for your number but he didn't. You now realize it was a mistake to not get his number; you had asked him for his when he took yours but being the prick he is he denied to hand over his number to you. You should have forced him to, you sigh. As you sit in the library the ping of your mobile distracts you from your racing thoughts as you realize you have a message. Picking the device up you tap on the notification. Even though it was from an unknown number, you have no trouble figuring out who it is from. A smile graces your lips as you read the words over again.

I'll pick you up from your house tomorrow evening at six.

That's all it says and that is good enough to send a thrum of excitement throughout your body.

-

You have not held back in dressing up today and you realize it's been a long time since you've dolled up yourself. A long before the clock strikes 6 you are ready; dressed in a cute pastel top and a matching skirt. You've also went ahead and applied makeup, not too much but just enough to maybe catch his eye. Maybe.

You wonder what he has planned for today.

A text from Seungcheol saying he's here has you flying out of your apartment as fast as your feet can carry your desperate self to see him. He stands in front of your apartment with his convertible, dressed in a white jacket that matched his pants. You take a deep breath before walking towards him, trying to calm all your nerves down.

"You know I expected to hear from you earlier. I've been waiting all week," you voice makes his head turn around to meet your eyes as you are skipping towards him with a teasing smile in your face. "I've been busy," he shrugs coolly, his eyes going over your whole body, from your legs to your face. He doesn't hide that he's taking a good look at you, in fact does it unashamedly.

You wonder if he likes what he sees.

Someone dressed up today," he comments. "Too bad we aren't going to a place where you can show off your pretty clothes." You frown, "Where are we going?" Seungcheol holds open the door, a mischievous smile on his face. "I've decided to grant your wish." With a confused face you get inside the car, the gears in your head running. What does he mean?

"I'm taking you to an underground fighting ring," he says with smirk as he reaches for something behind his seat. He pulls out a large hoodie and tosses it towards you, "Put this on. Otherwise you are going to attract a lot of attention and you don't want that." You gulp, taking the hoodie and putting it on you. You're slightly embarrassed. You were so excited to try this outfit but it's not like you knew he was taking you to a fight club. Hell you would have dressed like a guy if you knew. You shrug on the hoodie and it falls almost to your knees but it's huge and comfy and most importantly it smells like him. There's a hint of cologne, nothing too strong; a subtle, expensive scent that makes you want to take a deeper sniff. You wonder if you can keep this with you.

Stop it, pervert.

Seungcheol's voice pulls you out of your haze, "You can take it off later. Just wear it until we're out of there," he says and brings the engine to life.

Then you actually think about it. Underground fighting ring? Holy shit. You were only kidding when you mentioned it. Admittedly, you're shocked, somewhat horrified. Everyone knows it isn't the best place to be at especially for someone like you who never had such an experience. Seungcheol must have seen your expression because the smile on his face gets bigger, "Why? You not up for it?" His voice is teasing.

He's challenging you.

Oh well.

"Of course I'm up for it," you square your shoulders, keeping your voice cool. "Bring it on."

-

Seungcheol leads you into a bar and then through a door at the back that leads down to a lot of stairs, reaching a place similar to an underground parking lot. Quietly you follow Seungcheol, staying as close to him as possible, your bodies occasionally touching. He leads you to a pair of double doors and from the other side you can hear men shouting and chanting.

This is it, I guess.

Seungcheol throws one more smile at you before pushing open the doors as you scramble to follow him closely. The sight that greets you something you only see in movies. There's a boxing ring where two people are throwing punches at each other and surrounding them from all sides is a wild, loud and excited crowd. They continue to cheer loudly as the two men in the ring continue to box and you hear their grunts and groans.

Holy shit.

Swallowing your eyes meet Seungcheol's who is regarding you with curiosity. "What do you think?" He has to speak loudly for you to hear over the screaming throng. "Uh... It's loud," you say dumbly as you try to think of a reply. But it's too loud for you to even think properly as you take in your unfamiliar surroundings. You see a tall man approaching towards you and out of reflex you shuffle closer to Seungcheol until you realize it's his friend. The guy from the first night. He and Seungcheol grin at each other, patting their backs as they talk close to each others ears. You gawk at them curiously and realize they must be talking about you because his friend takes curious glances at you occasionally. His friend is tall, really tall and well built but unlike his body his face is sweet and puppy like, almost cute. When he grins his canines pop up just like a puppy and you wonder if all his friends are good looking.

After he's done chatting with his friend Seungcheol pulls you close and says, "This is my friend. Mingyu. Always stay near him, you hear me? Don't stray away unless you wanna get hurt." His eyes are stern as he pins you down with his stare but you have other thoughts running in your head.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?" You yell over the noise.

He just smirks at you and starts taking his jacket off. "About time you see how we do it around here." His tone is cocky as he hands his jacket to you, "Hold this for me. And stay close to him."

Giving a look at Mingyu Seungcheol starts walking away towards a door that you're guessing is the changing room.

He's gonna fight.

"Wait- but-" Mingyu stops you with a hand on your shoulder and offers you a kind smile. "It's fine. Just stay with me." He then ushers you towards the crowd, spotting a place where you can get a good look at the ring. "Do you guys do this often?" You look up at Mingyu. He smiles sheepishly, "Not me. I tried a few times and I always end up beaten to a pulp. But hyung does this often, he's really good."

"Uh huh, I'm sure he is," you smile dryly. "This is your first time watching a fight, no?" "Definitely." He grins, "Watch carefully then. It's really fun."

You have your doubts on how watching people beat each other up can be fun but you don't comment anything, instead chew on your lip anxiously. Seungcheol really didn't have to go this far? What if he gets hurt badly? Is he trying to impress you?

Don't flatter yourself, your subconscious rolls her eyes.

As the loud cheering that had died down ensues again, your train of thoughts are halted as you see Seungcheol in shorts and his hands covered in boxing gloves, step into the ring. You can't help but ogle at his naked torso, his finely defined and chiseled muscles. He has the perfect body, not too bulky, not too lean just the right amount that gives you a hard time taking your eyes off him. He seems to have noticed your gaze because the second your eyes meet, he throws a haughty, knowing smirk at you. Embarrassed you avert your gaze elsewhere.

His opponent is a muscular man who's growling and banging his chest with his fists, a gesture of intimidation, you suppose. You are definitely intimidated and you wonder if Seungcheol can actually win against him.

The fight starts with a whistle and in mere seconds they are on to each other, throwing punches left and right. Your eyes have a hard time keeping up with them and their fast reflexes and your hands fly to your mouth as a punch lands on Seungcheol's face, followed by repeated blows as Seungcheol falls back. There's a moment of silence as he wipes his bottom lip and you realize there's a cut.

He tilts his neck, popping the bones and glaring at the other man before launching himself on top of his opponent. The next moments are a blurry mess, Seungcheol beating the guy repeatedly until he ends up on the floor but he doesn't stop there. Seungcheol ends it with a sharp jab to his spine and you have no doubt the other man has broken bones with the ways he howls in pain. The match comes to an end like that as the people cheer wildly while Seungcheol steps down from the stage. Mingyu grins at you happily as if what you witnessed was just a regular occurrence, something you should be cheerful about. Shaking your head at the situation, you let out a deflated sigh.

Their life is really so different than yours.

-

Seungcheol seems to be in a very good mood after the fight as he buys you both some sandwiches and drinks from a deli after you both step out of the bar. You both sit down at a park nearby to eat and watch the night sky. "You know, I thought you were gonna lose," you speak after taking a few bites of the sandwich. Seungcheol scoffs, "You underestimate me, sweetheart. I've been doing this for a long time."

"Do you enjoy it?" You ask quietly, focused on peeling the wrapper from your food. You feel Seungcheol's stare on you. "Yes. Why? Are you scared already?"

"No. I was just... curious. Your definition and my definition of fun is totally different." You murmur. "Of course. What did you think? I go to the mall and shop and watch movies with my friends when I'm bored?" His tone is sarcastic. You bite your lip. "No I didn't. It's just...I feels different now that I have experienced it first hand." Seungcheol offers nothing more, taking a sip of his coke and leaning back into the bench. A silence stretches between the both of except the rustling of the wrapper of your food. "How long have you been doing this?" You blurt out. He frowns at you and you don't expect him to answer but he surprises you.

"For a long time."

He doesn't offer anymore and you don't have the heart to prod him for an actual answer. "And how long do you plan on doing this?"

"What?"

"I mean... don't you have any other plans. Like...do you wanna keep doing what you are doing for the rest of your life? Don't you wanna like... settle down maybe?" Your voice is soft as if you are talking to a child. Seungcheol looks annoyed. He doesn't speak for a while as he stares at the ground, a frown etched to his face. You're about to take back your question when he replies, "I really don't think you understand. I've been trying to tell you that my life is completely disparate to yours. So I don't think like you. I don't have plans like you but neither am I expected to follow a certain pattern like you. I can do whatever the fuck I want, ___. So don't look at me like you pity me. I'm the last person here that should be pitied. " His tone is sharp and it makes you feel bad, like a sensation of needles pricking your heart. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry," You whisper, feeling timid as you look down at your lap. He mutters, "Don't go poking your nose in other people's business. Specially people like me."

He's right. You shouldn't have asked that. You are not close enough to ask things like that. After that there is a silence, this time, an awkward one. There's palpable tension in the air and you feel jittery. Should you just ask him to take you home?

It's still early and truth be told, you don't want to leave him just yet. You only have one more date to go and judging by his reaction, he is in no way interested in a relationship. You heave out a long sigh. You knew very well what you were getting into, yet you couldn't stop yourself. Seungcheol is like a poison, the sweetest one, the one that has you addicted and unable to let go, no matter how much it hurts.

This is a fucking mess.

"Let's get going. I have plans," Seungcheol announces, standing up. You want to protest but you feel like you have ruined the mood, so you follow him mutely to his car.

The drive to your house is awfully quiet, to the point you want to scream out of frustration. Seungcheol seems to be lost in his head as he makes no move to talk. It's like you are alone, but you're not and it's worse, the air full of tension. Soon you have reached your house and he stops the car but keeps the engine rolling, indicating his rush. He keeps still and stares ahead while gripping the steering wheel as you step out of the car in silence. "Thanks for dropping me home," you say lamely, your voice meek. You turn around to walk away but his voice stops you in your tracks.

"I promised you three dates and I will keep my word. I expect you to keep yours, ___. I hope you will tell me what I want to hear when we meet next time." His tone is sharp with an edge of threat and you barely get to nod before he drives away.

It's not until you're inside your apartment that you realize you still have his hoodie on. Quickly fishing out your phone you type out a text.

I'm sorry, I forgot to return your hoodie.

After a while, his reply comes.

Keep it.

-

You watch Katelyn as she fills her lunch tray with food before walking over and taking a seat opposite to you. She looks extra radiant today, which probably has something to do with the way she's dressed; a bright colourful outfit which undoubtedly she put a lot of time into considering. She has a date, with a guy she has been talking to for the last few weeks. It reminds you of your pitiful situation and you sigh, trying to shrug off those thoughts.

It has been a good couple weeks since you last saw Seungcheol and you have not exchanged a word after that night. In the back of your mind you wonder if he is even alive. You want to message him, you really want to because you are going crazy but after how your last date ended, you can't bring yourself to. You are scared, exactly of what, you can't put your finger into.

The entire situation you have put yourself into is fucking scary. They say you become sure of your feelings after three dates but it did not take that much for you. You already are very certain about your feelings for him and how deep they run exactly and you also know that in the end you will be left scarred. He would never be yours. He has probably forgotten about you or decided that it is not worth another date to figure out what you saw that night.

You let a desperate, pitiable sigh.

"I know you are hiding things from me but I understand that you are not ready to talk yet. But I want you to know I am here for you okay?" Katelyn's voice makes you blink your way out of your thoughts. She squeezes your hand tightly and gives you a reassuring smile and you're left feeling guilty.

"I ...I will tell you. Soon. Just give me a bit more time," you whisper. She nods in understanding. A grateful smile touches your lips as her words make you emotional. Then there's a ping from your phone letting you know there's a message. Without giving it much thought you open the device and your eyes go wide.

I'll take you out for dinner tomorrow night. Wear something formal.

-

You wait outside your apartment for Seungcheol. Your day has passed by in a flurry of excitement and nerves as you carefully picked your outfit and did your hair and makeup. A soft baby pink dress that stopped just above you knees adorns you as your hair rests just above your neck in a loose bun.

You are fiddling with your fingers as you think about how this night is gonna end and wether you will ever see him again when a car screech that grabs your attention.

Seungcheol's convertible has taken a stop in front of you and you see the man getting out the vehicle and take big steps towards you.

You're mesmerized.

Perhaps there is not enough word in this world to describe his looks or perhaps you've simple lost the ability to speak; either way, you just stand and stare, drinking the godly man that stands in front of you. He looks delectable, completely flawless and agonizingly gorgeous in his sharp black suit and pants, with a silk black shirt underneath, the top couple buttons undone that reveals a beautiful porcelain skin. His hairstyle completes the look, parted to one side in a sleek way and showing his forehead and oh god is it sexy. You realize you have a forehead kink, if there is anything as such.

If you weren't in love with him before you are now.

He looks ravishing, and you wonder why it isn't illegal to look this good. It should be because you have completely lost control over yourself. Nothing exists in your world except for him and you feel paralyzed, unable to do anything but drink him in. You wonder if you are even worthy to stand beside him.

"____?" Seungcheol calls you, snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. He must have been calling you while you were eye fucking him. "Oh! Um, hi." You're flustered. "You- you look really, really nice." It isn't enough but it's what you can get past your lips. A knowing smirk kisses his lips before he teases, "Well, you look really, really nice too." Motioning you to his car he says, "Shall we? We'll be late for our reservation."

"Yeah, of course," you say, hurrying over to his car, embarasssed at your foolery. Seungcheol must have noticed you ogling him like that. But you don't really care when he looks like that. It is his fault for looking so devilishly handsome and idly you wonder if he did that on purpose. If he's deliberately teasing with, trying to make you the most miserable before letting you go with a slap of reality to your face. Pushing away those plagueing thoughts, you sit up straight and clear your throat as Seungcheol comes to sit beside you and brings the engine to life.

A decently long and quiet (except for the music from the radio) but not quite uncomfortable car ride later, Seungcheol stops in front of a really fancy and expensive looking restaurant just by the sea. You did not except him to take you to a high end restaurant, otherwise you would have put some more effort in your looks.

Feeling slightly out of place you quietly follow Seungcheol into the beautiful European styled building after he hands his keys to a valet. The interior is dripping with polished furnitures and extravagant chandeliers and marble floors as guests dressed elegantly have their dinner. As you look around the place in awe Seungcheol talks to the receptionist who then guides you towards a staircase that leads to a pair of large double doors decorated with gold which then, opens to a large balcony. In the middle of it sits a table with two chairs and an unceremonious gasp escapes your mouth as you realize this is where you will be having dinner.

The man from earlier takes his leave as Seungcheol helps you sit down before taking a seat for himself while you take in everything, overwhelmed with all your surroundings. Why did he put so much effort for a lousy and fake date?

"What do you think?" He asks with a smirk as he rests one of his elbows on the table.

"I'm overwhelmed," you reply quietly, honestly. He chuckles, "Well this place has really good food and a fantastic view so I thought it wouldn't bad for our last date."

Last date.

"It's really beautiful. I don't know why you did this but thank you, really," you murmur, eyes on the satin table cloth with intricate golden lining. Everything about this place is so pretty.

"Well, I decided it would be beneficial for me to extract words from you if you are wooed," his words have a teasing tone to it and his demeanor is completely different from last time, giving you a whiplash but you are not sure if he's fully joking. Before you can say that you are definitely wooed, a waiter appears to take your order and you leave the duty of ordering to Seungcheol since he seems to frequent this place. Prior to his leave, the waiter pours you Seungcheol's champagne of choice and then, you two are alone once more.

Reaching for the flute, you quickly gulp down the champagne to soothe your dry throat and to calm all your nerves.

Over dinner you talk about your uni and your parents back home and the farm they own. While Seungcheol mostly keeps quiet he doesn't ignore you but listens carefully, occasionally passing glances your way or commenting. He does not offer anything about him, which you expected and you don't ask any questions about him either. Instead you try your best to keep his interest in your words despite the lack of it from his side.

After a hearty meal of poached lobsters and wagyu beefs and creamy soups comes dessert; a chocolate orange mousse with spiced fruits and yogurt sorbet. You start eating your dessert in silence, the occasional crashing of waves filling the complete lack of sounds.

This location is truly magnificent and breathtaking, almost having a feel like you're in a fancy resort in a luxurious tropical island. It is undoubtedly the most beautiful place you have ever been, let alone have dinner at and you wonder if you would ever have the chance to visit some place like this had you not met Seungcheol. The man in question, continues eating quietly, seemingly lost in his thoughts. He looks lovely as always, if not more and you try to burn this image in your mind for you to look back at later. You want to ask him so many question, you want to tell him so many things but you're scared. Sacred if you do so this moment will break, scared it will annoy him and end your final date all too early. So you bite your tongue and finish your food as he does and after your plates are cleared away, you are served another expensive champagne as an end to your luxurious dinner.

Even though Seungcheol doesn't say anything, you assume it is time to spill the beans, to say what he has been wanting to hear from the beginning. You have teased him enough and it is time you give him what he deserves. Taking a deep breath, you open your mouth. "Me and Katelyn heard noises from the playground that night so we decided to check. It was pretty dark and we were tipsy but I recognized you and you were... beating someone up. We stayed there and watched until one of us accidentally made some noise. We were scared that you heard us so we ran. That's all that happened."

You have Seungcheol's full attention now as he listens cautiously, his sharp eyes trained on you. Gulping, you clench your hands together underneath the table, waiting for his reaction. There seems to be an eternity of silence as Seungcheol simply stares at you as if he's debating whether your words are true or not. It's torturous, awfully agonizing and when you can't bear it anymore you're about to speak but he beats you to it.

"I didn't kill him." His voice is quiet. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Somewhere in the back of your mind you believed it, you believed he wouldn't be cruel enough to kill someone just like that and as soon as he speaks those words you believe him, without a doubt, without a second of delay.

"I believe you." You whisper, holding his gaze. "That asshole deserved what he got. He shouldn't even be alive but I let him go. He's in a hospital now, if you are wondering." You nod quietly. It's scary how much you believe him, how much you trust him even though he is pretty much a stranger.

There's a moment of silence as you bask in his presence before he speaks, "____, men like me, we aren't the nicest people. But we are needed, the cops need us around. People like me do the dirty works for people like you so y'all don't face troubles. We do things in an unconventional way but that's just who we are. We aren't as bad as the rumours say but we definitely aren't someone you should be with." You open your mouth to protest but his sharp gaze makes you stop. "If you have not understood it yet, let me say it out loud. I am trouble. People like me is always bad news. Whatever we did until now, I hope you forget. That's the best, ____ trust me. I think we both got what we wanted so let's call it a night." Just like that, he stands up, not waiting for your reply.

You gawk at him, baffled as he pays the bill and starts walking away. Tears burn the back of your eyes and you bite your lip to hold them back. The ending that you had expected has taken place but you are having a hard time accepting it. Your subconscious reminds you that you deliberately got yourself into this even though you saw this coming. So there is no one to blame for it but you. Grabbing your purse, you stomp your way out of the restaurant and towards Seungcheol's car.

Seungcheol barely acknowledges you as you both get in the car and he presses the key to the ignition. You are fuming in your seat, his words and the way he dismissed you cutting you deep. His words come to you, I think we both got what we wanted. You want to laugh. How can he possibly think that? Is he really so stupid or is he deliberately ignoring your interest in him? You want to smack his perfect face, curse and scream at him but all you can do is sit still with your arms crossed as steam comes out of your head. Is he really not curious about your feelings? Does he possess none for you? Does these few days with you mean nothing to him? You have so many unanswered questions. Leaning back into your seat, you close your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

It feels like in the blink of an eye the drive to your place is over as Seungcheol halts his car in front of your apartment. He does not utter a single word, doesn't even spare a glance at you while patiently waiting for you to get out of the car.

Asshole.

You inhale deeply, trying your best to gather yourself together as you take off your seatbelt and turn towards him.

"Seungcheol?" Few seconds pass before he looks at you. Words are stuck in your throat. When your eyes meet his, you become mute, overwhelmed with emotions as your words die in your tongue. He keeps staring at you, not opening his mouth but waiting for you to speak. "Is this goodbye?" Your voice breaks.

"I believe we don't have any reason to see each other. We both got what we wanted," He says without batting an eye. You're left bemused, one step away from landing a slap on his face. How dare he say that?

"Do you really believe that?" Your words come out as an accusation. "I wanted to go out with you because I thought I have feelings for you! And I do! And my feelings have only increased since I first saw you. I want to see you again, Seungcheol. You may have gotten what you wanted but I didn't." Your fades into a whisper as tears burn the back of your eyes.

Seungcheol stays quiet, staring ahead, his brows knitted as if he's annoyed. "I promised you three dates, ____. And I gave you that. It's over. Your feelings? You'll get over them. It's better to be in pain for a while that be with someone like me."

"You can't say that! I get to decide for myself!"

"____," he sighs, rubbing his temples. "I'm a bad man. You should leave while you still have a good image of me. You'll get hurt because of me and I've caused enough pain to enough people. Just...go. Just forget me." You stare at him as frustrated tears roll down your cheeks. He doesn't meet your gaze but turns his head the other way. You are angry, infuriated and heart broken all at a time. Clenching your fists you inhale a shaky breath before reaching for him.

Before you can chicken out, you tilt his face towards you and quickly press your lips against his. Seungcheol seems to be shocked as a small gasp leaves his mouth but you don't let him push you away. Instead one of your hands come to rest on his thigh as he other cups his face to keep his mouth against yours. You kiss him with all you have left, pouring in every bit of passion and love for him as your tongues intertwine. By the time you are both breathless, Seungcheol gently pushes you back and peers into your eyes. "That's all I can give you, ____." He says, his voice the softest you have heard. You are broken into a million pieces and as much as your heart wants to cling to him, you suddenly feel tired, deflated like a popped balloon. Your emotions have drained you out and left nothing and right now, breathing almost seems too painful for you. Taciturnly, you grab your purse and step out the convertible. You hear another door shut behind you but you don't look back as your heavy steps carry you to the entrance of your building. When you are about to enter your apartment, you accumulate all your strength and courage to spare one final glance at him.

Turning around you see Seungcheol standing by his car, hands in his pockets, simply watching you. Even though your eyes are locked on each other, you don't see any emotion in them. He looks like the same expressionless, mysterious man you saw the first day. The man you fell in love with. Taking in his gorgeous features one last time, you bite your lip and turn away, forcing yourself to walk inside your apartment building.

Your chapter with Seungcheol ends here.

Epilogue

A/N : Okay so idk why this fucking app is being like this but it says I reached the maximum of 250 blocks but I thought tum1r didn't have a word limit?? Anyway so I've decided to break it up and put the rest of the fic in another post. Please click epilogue to read that.

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Patience is a virtue (Risotto fic 4k)

NOTsfw!! // afab reader // neutral pronouns

warnings/notes: 18+ content, minors dni, s3xual stuff, very vanilla though, slowburn-ish, fluffy and sweet Risotto wants to treat you and indulge you

The only sound in the room was the soft clacking noise of the plastic pen cap Risotto kept twisting and untwisting from its holster. Another long night spent in his office, the workload still not finished. He really ought to learn to ask for help he thought to himself. As the word “help” entered his mind, you came up. Always eager to help, never complaining about the amount of work or even the pain you had to endure during missions. Your adorable smile entering his thoughts, the small one you gave him to silently assure him you were alright. 

Just like many late nights spent working, sitting alone in his old leather desk chair, for once not hunched over his papers but tentatively leaning back while soft creaks came from the chair with every movement. He could always ask you to help him sort out the leftover pile, maybe it would be a good excuse to spend some time alone together, cooped up in his office and quietly talking about nothing or anything together. The stoic man’s feelings gnawed at him, sure that it was a mistake to feel his pull towards you grow stronger every day. Why did you entangle his every thought? Was it the way you dressed? No. Well of course you looked lovely in your usual outfit, revealing your stylish side tremendously but still that wasn’t your biggest asset. Was it the way your natural looks seemed to require little to no effort, offering maximum payoff? Even though he could spent an eternity staring at your soft skin, those glittering eyes filled with passion and kindness, even during battle he knew that fervour helped you along. You were so lovely on the outside but it was truly the way you treated others that enamoured him so. Being surrounded by his team was nice and pleasant, many moments of laughter were shared between the men but still there was this unconditional kindness and understanding you offered so selflessly, expecting nothing in return. The way you manoeuvred the many offhand comments of your teammates, trying to poke and see how much you could take. But you never gave in, always ready with a witty retort or a quick change of subject, not letting the comments bother you. The strength you possessed, it almost seemed like you conquered pain itself. At least that’s what it looked like to your capo when he reflected on your behaviour, just like he’s doing tonight. You’d get beaten and bruised on missions but never so much as let out a peep, the pain seeming to be more of an inconvenience than a feeling. Many times you’d offer your help to a hurt teammate while you yourself were barely able to go on, but still you persevered. The silver haired man even caught you not as much as flinching when you were making breakfast one day, hot oil splatters that would make anyone yelp didn’t even phase you. Merrily continuing cooking and shaking the pan. 

But as he kept on thinking it occurred to him that he’s never seen you do something completely selfish. Even as much as watch the movie you wanted, always opting to let other pick instead. As much as you mastered strength and kept your cool in stressful situations, did you master pleasure? Didn’t you ever indulge in your own selfish requests? Of course he can’t know what goes on behind your closed bedroom door but he wondered so often what you enjoyed to indulge in. Did you read? Was there a collection of cd’s filling your bookcase? Never the one to invade other’s privacy by snooping, he could only wonder until you invited him in. Through the crack of your door he never saw much, only ever coming by to ask if you’d come and join the meeting they were having, you always offered great advice. But through the little bit your door opened he smelled your heavenly perfume, like the room was just as much a part of you as you were of it. He never thought of himself as a coward, he’d made it a point to get what he wanted through the simplest means necessary but the hesitation to ask you to spend time together baffled him. Had he gone soft on himself? Maybe it was just the way you made him feel, and in all honestly he only hoped you returned even just a slither of what he felt for you. Enough was enough, he thought to himself, even though it’s late he knows not much sleeping was being done in the shared headquarters. As he got up, the chair creaked after being released of the mans weight, soft steps on thick black socks made their way to the door. He’d at least put on a some more comfortable clothes working these long nights. Opting for a black sweater that hid his toned figure but fitted sweatpants that still held his shapely muscled legs. He rarely even though about if he looked appealing, he likes his usual look and outfit but he doesn’t particularly wear it to impress anyone. But right now he hoped he exuded a welcome aura, relaxed and inviting. That’s what he needed it to be at least. 

Without too much more overthinking he brought himself to your door, knocking a familiar pattern to alert you of his presence. After some scuffling on the other side the door slid open a little, your head popping out to see the expected figure. Risotto stood in place for a moment, silent and not moving. Seeing you so cutely, awaiting his words with that small smile on your lips. “I hope I didn’t interrupt you sleeping but if you have some time, would you mind helping me finish up for the night? It won’t take too long if it’s the two of us.” He asked politely, moving his hand to lean it on the doorframe. “Oh of course I don’t mind Risotto, I’d love to. Is it ok if I meet you in just a second though? I have to finish something…” You trailed off with a soft twinkle in your eye that made your capo’s heart beat faster. After assuring you it was fine and he’d go fetch you some tea to enjoy, you scuffled back over to your computer quickly shutting off the game you’d been playing, the fans stopping to whirr letting silence take over the room. You felt a bit excited to be able to work with your capo, rarely getting some alone time with the large figure. As you stared into the mirror placed on your wall you assessed yourself for a quick moment, adjusting your shirt and comfortable pants to look more tidy, fixing some loose strands of hair back into place. You grabbed the matching zip up hoody, remembering how chilly Risotto’s office was the few times you entered. You felt yourself in need to hurry, not wanted him to think you were dragging this out longer than need be. 

It had been an hour already since you started working at the paper stack on the oaken desk of your superior. It had dwindled down quite a lot, only one or two documents left to finish. During the process you’d chatted lightly with the dark eyed fellow, not really sure what you could even talk about. He seemed a bit broody since you entered, his earlier mood had seemed to fade. Although you wondered if it was your fault, but upon some self reflection you’d figured it was just the need to work so late into the night quite often that brought your capo down a bit. “Ah, we’re finally done. Good work Risotto.” You praised him as you let out a little squeak as you stretched your limbs. Unbeknownst to you the flattery went to straight to his heart. He’d never been one to strive off of commendations but when they came from you he felt so light and like the work he did was actually worth it. He’d been so caught up in his own thoughts about what to chat about he ended up being more quiet than he’d hoped to be. Sure that he was quite the bore to be around. “Thank you for your help, I’m glad I can always count on you.” His voice getting warmer as he met your eyes, looking up at your standing figure. He couldn’t help but notice your matching little track suit, the shirt poking out under the hem of the jacket. But he couldn’t linger long, he needed to think how he could make you stay longer, your presence offering a peaceful feeling he rarely experienced without you near. “I… I have a question for you.” After accepting his thank you, silently waving it away you were surprised by his question. You’ve never heard him hesitate, was he nervous? He didn’t look it. “Sure, shoot!” you smiled back, curious to know his answer. “Would you want to show me your room? I’ve seen all of the others’ and unfortunately they weren’t that exciting,” he huffed out a small chuckle before he continued. “of course if I’m not intruding.” He was so polite and careful with his words, his thoughtfulness making your chest tighten. “Of course! Sorry if it’s a bit messy though, cleaning isn’t my favourite activity.” You returned cheerily, already opening the door to the hallway to commence the tour. How exiting! Even though it was well over midnight you felt energised by his request. 

You quietly stood in the middle of your small room, hands twisting into each other after having straightened some things as you both walked in, awaiting a reaction from your tour-mate. “So, was it as good as you expected? Does the colour palette please your eyes?” You joked to ease the tension that seemed to radiate Risotto. He looked around thoroughly, his eyes scanning the environment, making sure to take in whatever was visible. “It’s surprisingly cute. Not that you’re not. Or-“ he commented, the words seeming to spill out of him. You couldn’t help but laugh at his choice of words assuring him you understood what he meant. God, why were you so kind. Even after that little hiccup you still retained your composure while he was trying not to break apart. Reminding himself of who he was he straightened his back, not being too far away from the ceiling of the small room. He had noted the books on your shelves and the stickers on the blocky computer, the fluffy slippers under your bed and the picture of a cute cat wishing you a good day. It really was a cute room that showed off who you were, completely engulfed in your soft perfume. “So what do you do for fun?” Risotto felt like he had to say something, the silence lasting too long as you allowed him to let his eyes wander around the room. “Oh!  Let me show you! I just got this new game, I was actually playing it before you came by.” You excitedly hopped over to your desk as you turned the pc on again, the familiar starting sounds popping up. “See, you build your character and then you live your life, you can get a job, get married and have hobbies. I know it’s a bit silly but it’s nice to enjoy the little things. Sometimes in our line of work they get lost.” As you sat on your desk chair Risotto loomed behind you, bending over to see what was going on. You felt the warmth on his body hoover over your frame, it felt so nice to be close to someone. But you scolded yourself for relinquishing in his body heat, but the ache of not having been near another held on stronger. Before you could give it more thought you felt a heavy hand lean on the back of the chair and another move to your desk, caging you into him on one side. It surprised you but as usual you kept your composure, trying your very hardest not to lean back too much, as Risotto would catch your figure if you did. “Why’s that cat named Ghiaccio?” An obvious hint of amusement in his gravely voice. You let out a little snort, the sound going straight to the looming man’s heart again. “Well, he’s white and a bit grumpy, he reminded me of White Albums so only felt right to name him Ghiaccio.” You explained as you saw the small dimple in Risotto’s face as you came to face him. You felt so small sitting on you desk chair, his figure caging you in like a bird. But it felt safe, no threat to be near, like he wasn’t doing it for his pleasure but yours. As your eyes lingered on his features, he finally looked down from above to meet your stare. Those dark and moody ones feeling like they’d swallow you whole, but if you were honest with yourself, you’d let them. His movements were slow but deliberate, making his way down closer to you. Only a few centimetres apart, his breath leaving warm invisible clouds around you as he breathed out calmly. He felt intrigued to see your reactions to his movements, but you didn’t seem flustered just yet, maybe a little taken aback by his move but still so curious to find out when you’d let yourself go and unravel. “What else do you like to do?” He hummed against you as he slowly blinked, waiting to see what would happen, analysing your eyes for an answer. You didn’t really know how to reply, like all words had lost meaning and they would no longer serve their purpose once they got spoken. The intensity of his gaze and the way you longed to be held again, to be cherished by another, just for a little while to make you feel appreciated again. 

Risotto was pleasantly surprised when you moved to close the distance, stretching out to meet him those couple of breaths away. Carefully placing your lips on his, they felt like soft pillows welcoming him in comfort. Just like you worked your missions, you continued with fervour, bravely keeping the kiss going. Risotto entering your mouth with his tongue, taking the lead and moving further. As you waltzed with each other, moving in tandem but one was in charge you stood up from your swivelling chair, pushing it aside with your foot as you clasped an arm as far as you could over your capo’s neck. Soft wet sounds from lapping at each other were barely audible as you moved against him, his arms now holding you firmly into him as his craned neck was kept down by the kiss. Somehow you had to come up for air, not even close to wanting to surface this lake of pleasure. But alas you both had to, cursing his lungs for needing air, he let go of the kiss but still remaining close by your puffy lips. Oh how he wished he could stay enclosed in them forever. “When was the last time you had someone else be kind to you?” He breathed in between words, letting you regain your breath as well. “I’m not sure I know.” You replied honestly, breathing starting to even out, it wasn’t something you paid much mind to, the feeling of being near the ones you cared for was enough for you. “Let me treat you tonight, if you’ll have me?” His warm baritone awakening tingles in your body you had almost forgotten about. It had been so long since you even took care of yourself, touched the places that were so sensitive and sweet. Too busy with work and life to even engage in your own pleasure. His hand had moved its way up to your neck, gently holding up your head as you stared back at him, you knew the answer was yes of course, but felt again like they had no use. “Yes, please…” You sighed out as he caressed your jawline with his thumb. Still Risotto was intrigued that you’d finally given in and allowed the return of all the love and care you so easily gave away. There you were, still not letting yourself get truly lost just yet. 

Having moved to your bed, letting him gently take off the layers you’d been wearing one by one, being left with nothing but your adorable underwear and bra that hugged you breasts and curves so nicely. You let the silver haired man take in your figure while you were lying under him, his gaze soft and appreciative, like he’d finally been able to see what he got for Christmas. Before he could continue his plans that are still unbeknownst to you, you gripped at the hem of his sweater. Offering the display of his toned torso, you’d seen it on a daily basis but never appreciated the sight more than now. Raking a soft finger across the natural lines like you were completing a maze, maybe one that you wouldn’t mind being stuck in. But your indulgence was cut short, Risotto continuing on his mission to treat you. He placed soft kisses on your skin, leaving a tingling trail behind as he started from your forehead working his way down in gentle kisses and touches. His hands roaming your waist, softly massaging the plush skin. You were enjoying this, stopping soft moans from leaving those soft lips, not ready to let go of them yet. Your hands roamed Risotto’s back and arms, caressing and exploring the muscled shapes while he continued on your neck and chest. As his lips and touches reach your mounds he admires them, offering soft swipes with his thumbs on your sensitive nubs, rousing them from their softness. Through the soft fabric of your delicate bra you felt the meaning behind his ministrations, telling you to relax into them, let yourself get engulfed and not care about the consequences. “You are absolutely beautiful.” He whispered as he placed multiple kisses on your shoulders moving down the straps of the bra, undoing the clasps with a couple of swift motions when his hand moved behind your back. You were relishing in his warmth, soaking it all up, if only he knew how long you’d ached for this tender love. His mouth had taken in one of your nipples, soft little tugs and swirls of his tongue while the other got attention from his hand. Still you weren’t ready to let go of your moans, just that one smidge of pleasure more, maybe afraid to let the others in the house know you were enjoying yourself. The thought only springing more excitement in your lower tummy. You pinched Risotto’s upper arm after a particularly cheeky bite on your breast, making him hum a chuckle against your sensitive skin, springing goosebumps to life. “When are you going to let go, mhh? Be selfish for once, indulge.” The words rolled of off his tongue with ease like a warm knife cutting through butter. “When your treat gets to the next step perhaps?” You said with a hint of playfulness and that cute reassuring smile he loved. It was his sign to continue his path downwards. A single finger hooked on the hem of your delicate panties adorned with flower appliqués. Slowly he started pushing them down, almost a teasingly slow pace, but every movement felt like fireworks on your skin until finally your panties were slid off and thrown on the ground. The wet spot not going unnoticed to your capo who’d grown a hungry grin, showing off his dimple. 

He’d moved down between your legs now, arms hooked over your thighs to keep you in position and perhaps the pressure of being kept down only added to your excitement. You could feel his breaths on your inner thighs as he snaked over them with his mouth, sending a shudder through your system as his delicateness tickled you. He knew what he was doing, trying to only push you further and further to the edge. He wanted to hear your sweet moans and breathless whispers of pleasure. And he’s determined to make that happen. He was glad to see your tender folds already glisten in the low light, you looked so inviting to him. He wasn’t planning on wasting any more time, he wanted to please you so badly. Perhaps a bit surprised at his feelings to be so kind and giving. 

A wet kiss was placed on the mound of your heat, he continued down following your natural curve. His hands were close enough, spreading you open so he could look even closer at the warm place he’d put all his attention into for as long as needed. His wide tongue moved flat over your lips, grazing your clit sending electric quivers up your body. Your hand was grabbing onto his silver locks, taking a handful and gripping it hard as he began. It only motivated him to continue as he heard you sharply breath out, you were finally starting to unravel. His tongue worked his way around, rhythmically sucking and moving around your most sensitive spots. Occasionally he’d move his tongue to your aching pit to drink you in, telling you how good you tasted. Your hips couldn’t stay still, bucking upwards at his motions, his arms still holding your hips and thighs in place where he wanted them. “Please…” you panted, “please just fill me.” The words came out without even thinking, followed by a moan that had been aching to release. Risotto’s grin grew bigger, glad you finally accepted the pleasure fully. He moved his right arm away from your thigh, the pressure releasing from your skin. Wetting his fingers with your essence he slid one inside of you while working away at your sensitive clit with his mouth. You felt your walls tighten around him, welcoming the added sensation with another moan, even louder than the first one. As you slowly felt the pressure build you felt ravaged by the feelings, only wanting more and faster. “More, please god more Risotto!” You panted loudly now, fully giving in as Risotto had only hoped. He moved faster, curling his fingers as he added another finger inside, reaching that far spot inside of you that only further proved how skilled he was at making you reach your summit. As the tension inside you built more and more, your pants and moans only grew louder, not even caring if your housemates knew what was happening. The faster he moved his fingers in and out of you, the more lewd noises filled the silent room, the squelching of your juices and the lapping of his tongue and how he so skilfully sucked on your clit. Not much more movement was needed and you felt your pleasure finally erupt into orgasm. Tingles spread all over you, your walls convulsing around his fingers, heat spreading through your limbs as Risottos slowly let your ride out your orgasm as he drunk in your juices, happy to have pleased you. 

As you regained your breath and felt your muscles relax, still relishing in the afterglow, Risotto moved away from your heat. He admired his work, wiping away at his chin and mouth that had been covered in your essence. “You know what you just did?” You asked while your bare chest was still moving up and down heavier than usual. “Well I ate you out…” he answered with a confused look, a smirk still visible. “Well yeah but you did something kind capo.” He could feel his heart swell at your choice of words. “But don’t you want me to take care of that?” You pointed at his crotch, his obvious excitement showing through the sweatpants. “No. Not tonight, my next gift will come tomorrow. You just rest up.” He answered as he rubbed your legs. “Making me wait huh?” You teased as you got back close to him, embracing his muscled torso with your bare one. “Patience is a virtue my dear.” He jokes back letting you take him in for another kiss. He was already looking forward to tomorrow, feeling that his generosity would last a lifetime with you around. 

[rumowrites]

Knight in Shining Armour

Here is the first One-Shot of the Dragon Prince Motorcycle Race Au!

Since the main story is still missing, here are the main characters and a little personal info:

Runaan is a 27 y/o engineer who owns his own company and is a MotoGP racer. His bike is called Moonshadow. He's currently leading the international scores. His sponsors are a pain in the ass.

Sol/Tinker is 25 y/o and an engineering college drop out due to financial reasons. He works as Runaan's only mechanic after the other met him in a diner he'd been working at in the middle of the night and hired him right away.

Lujannne is 45 y/o and Runaan's personal assistant, head secretary and responsible for media presence. With out her, the whole company would be a burning pile of chaos. Yes, she gets paid enough for this shit.

Warnings: very mild sexual content

Enjoy! And remember the AU is open for everybody to create in if you like! I will post character sheets if anyone is interested:)

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Sol looked up from the blueprints of the Moonshadow he'd been going over in silence for the past hour and stepped closer to the hydraulic bench where his boss was currently laying under said motorcycle. There had been some irregularities in the past test run and neither knew where it came from. “Hey, I think I found it.” He exclaimed, pointing at the folder in his hand.

The sudden sound apparently startled the other because Runaan jerked away, kicking a stack of crates in the process that immediately started to tip over. “Shit” barley a whisper left his lips as he frantically tried to free his hands from the engine block. Sol instinctively reached for the two falling crates, dropping the folder. He cringed a little under the weight of the spare parts but held them securely in his grasp.

When he glanced down, he was faced with a very startled engineer, eyes as big as saucers and hands still stuck between the parts he'd been working on. “T-thank you.” From his position on the floor, he had a great view on Sol's admittedly impressive biceps and he suddenly felt his mouth going dry. Runaan then busied himself with freeing his hands to hide the slight blush on his face while the mechanic placed the two crates on the ground beside them, offering a hand to pull him up. “Impressive catch. Those are heavy, I would know, I put them there.” A chuckle escaped his lips and he added “Thanks for the safe. Broken Ribs so close to the season would have been pretty inconvenient.” Sol rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, tousling the messy dark hair in the process. “No problem, I sometimes work as a blacksmith on Ren fairs, there is a lot of heavy lifting involved.” That sparked his interest, Renaissance Fairs and Medieval Markets were among his favourite things to visit. Primarily because the people going there would never recognize him. “Really? I used to do European sword fighting and archery in college.” Sol beamed, apparently pleased that they had something more to talk about than just their mutual interest in work. “Yeah, they paid pretty well for a broke college student and I enjoy the work on the forge. Besides the people are really nice.” Runaan nodded, recalling memories of past camps with the people in his Re-enactment group. “Will you do it again this year?” maybe he should dig out his old Tabard and sword to go and visit the other on a fair. It would clearly be a delight to get to know a little about the work of a smith. The image of Sol working on a forge flitted through his mind, but he quickly shook it off. Not the time to have those thoughts. The other had meanwhile picked up the folder and searched for the page he'd been on. “I suppose I will do one or two this year should I have the time. I don't need the money anymore, but I think I'd miss it.” Runaan hummed looking at the space his mechanic pointed at. “You think we moved that too far up the last time?” Sol nodded “Yeah it's one of the few things we did change, and the rest was pretty minor.” He shrugged looking over at his bike that was still propped up on the stand “Well it's worth a shot.”

That evening, the racer pulled out his phone and searched through the contacts. After a few rings, a deep voice answered. “I didn't think to hear from you again since you got that racing thing going on now.” Runaan had to smirk, his instructor hadn't changed one bit in the last three years. “Are you still giving private lessons?”

The first training session turned out to be very humiliating on his part. He hadn't expected to be as good as three years ago of course but the change in exercise since then wasn't exactly contributing to his swordsmanship. Sure, it kept him on the weight and general fitness level required by his sponsors, but he missed the familiar rush of adrenaline of a sport he actually enjoyed. Safe for Racing of course.

Despite being kicked around his private gym for three hours, he hadn't enjoyed anything as much as the training with Max in the last few weeks. His fitness tracker also informed him of an exceptional high caloric consumption, and they agreed to meet again the next day and the weeks after that. The impromptu Archery session he'd started afterwards went a lot better. Apparently, it proved to be skill you didn’t loose. Like riding a bike, the muscle memory was strong. Even though he hit less bull’s-eyes than he used to, it only took a few rounds to get back into it. Lujanne watched him re-organise his home gym with barley concealed amusement as soon as the targets he'd ordered arrived. “I thought you were supposed to stick to your training schedule?” of course he was but he'd checked the stats of the last few days and his chosen training was much more effective. “I'm sure you've checked the data from my tracker. It works so let me at least choose how I slave away for the sponsors. You know that my motivation to exercise would be way higher if I actually enjoyed it.” She rolled her eyes but didn't object, knowing that it would be useless anyways. Her boss could be very adamant once he'd set his mind on something.

Since his overall mood improved considerably during the weeks after changing the training schedule the personal assistant figured it was for the best.

When Sol entered the garage that day, he found his employer in a broody mood, nibbling on a carrot while he tapped away on one of the tablets to review the changes they'd made the day before. The Ashtray which was normally placed outside in the front yard was now filled with cigarette stubs and perched on the table next to him. His boss had the habit of stress-smoking when he was unnerved, and Sol didn’t like that particular trait at all. It was not that he minded the smell but something inside of him wanted to ensure the other’s wellbeing. However, he knew that the racer would forget about it as soon as they started working. It was more of a coping mechanism for left-over energy, really.

“Hey what's got you in such a sour mood?” usually Runaan was always at least a little bit excited when they worked together. The look he got in return was more than pained. As if the carrot was the object of his misery, he looked at it in disdain and then back to Sol. “They put me on a diet.” Even the tone in his voice was miserable. He couldn't within but wince in sympathy. In the past he'd come to know the other's love for food especially since the racer had to follow a certain meal plan already. “I'm sorry. Might I ask why? You look normal enough to me.” Again, the pained look. “Thanks? I only gained about 2 and half pounds but they want me to loose it before the next race so only vegetables for me.“ as if to prove his point, he took a bite off the carrot and rolled his eyes. “You know what the worst thing is? I'd have understood if they wanted me to drop fat, but the two I gained are muscle. Do you know how hard it is to loose them again?” he would've laughed at the tragedy in front of him if it wasn't so sad. He could basically feel the grief of every missed meal in the future hanging in the air in front of him. “I mean I worked hard for those two pounds. Why am I not allowed to keep them?” now he really had to chuckle. “Come on it's not that bad. You'll have them gone in no time. Let's start working so you can think of something else.” Runaan groaned but obeyed as soon as he pulled over a chair and opened the other stats from the day before. Work was something that always managed to capture the engineer's interest.

When he returned the next day, his boss had a salad bowl full of cucumber pieces next to him. “What the hell is that?” these must’ve been more than six cucumbers to fill that thing. “Cucumbers?” he rolled his eyes at the reply. “I can see that. But how many did you slaughter for this?”

“Hey, cut me some slack, they are mostly water, so I can eat them. And I intend to do that if I’m not supposed to turn into the hangriest person you'll ever witness. And it were eight.” Were? So, he'd already consumed about two? “Don't they get boring after number four?” Sol couldn't help but tease him a bit. It was way too entertaining not to. “I haven't had anything besides raw vegetables for two days so, yes. But if I don't eat anything, I will crawl those walls in no time.” During the following week it turned out that hungry Runaan was, as he’d promised, absolutely no fun to be around. He was extra grateful for the times Lujanne came around and occupied both of them with other things. She apparently knew how to handle the situation and brought some food that was low in calories but still relatively substantial.

It took about one and a half weeks until the nutritionist came around for a visit. It was the first time Sol had seen the man and he was immediately annoyed by this person. The guy was dressed like a suburban dad and looked the way. However he cleared the racer and left him a new meal plan including a box of premade meals for the week before vanishing again. The look on his employer’s face as he pulled the first one out of the microwave was priceless. Lujanne even snickered at the sheer worship with which he handled the fried rice with brussels sprouts and grilled chicken. “Don't laugh Janne! You have no idea how it feels like to survive on nothing but plant turned water for twelve days.” She just rolled her eyes and playfully hit the back of his head. “Remember you got that race in a few days so stick to the plan.” He nodded absently, inhaling the scent of his first real meal in days with watery eyes. “Are you about to cry over food?” Sol was still perched on one of the barstools and now munched on an apple with a shit eating grin on his face. “Maybe?” he took the plate and flopped down on a stool next to the mechanic with a deep sigh. “I will absolutely raid a steakhouse as soon as the last two races are over.” The short haired man had to laugh at the way his eyes rolled back in his skull once he took the first bite. “Happy?” a muffled groan seemed to answer his question. “Oh god yes, you have no idea. I was short of killing someone for real food.” Sol shook his head “Yeah, I noticed.” The next time this happened he was so going to take a vacation. Next to him he could see Runaan wince “Sorry about that. I know I'm not good company when I'm hungry.” Now he had to grin “That's the understatement of the century but don't worry I don't take it personally.” His boss started to laugh. “I'm glad.” To his astonishment, the whole food had already disappeared. With newfound energy, the racer hopped down from the barstool “Come on, let's get to work!” He rolled his eyes but followed down into the garage, nonetheless.

Sol turned the glinting piece of metal he'd been working on in the fire, waiting for it to reach the right temperature. Once it was glowing a soft yellow, he placed it on the anvil and began shaping it. Despite the relatively early hour there were already some people standing around his tent, watching him work. He smiled at the kids who looked at the forge with awe and walked over to them once he'd returned the metal to the embers to answer their questions. He'd missed the Fairs and was happy to be able to participate in one now that the racing season was officially over.

Lujanne grinned wolfishly as soon as her boss came down from his bedroom, dressed for the Renaissance Fair she knew the mechanic was currently working at. She’d just dropped by to deliver some reports from the science department and was immediately happy that she was able to witness this. Runaan was dressed in wide dark blue linen pants that were tucked into knee-high leather boots and a slightly dirty sleeveless white linen shirt under a dark blue leather vest. Both articles were only done halfway, giving her a good view on the crescent tattoo on his chest. The personal assistant watched as he fastened the sword belt around his hips and reached for the quiver laying on the kitchen counter, slinging it over his shoulder in one swift movement. “Fancy” she smirked “I like the braids, you should wear them more often.” He had his long white hair braided away on the sides of his head, creating the illusion of an undercut. The top part was slightly teased upwards in a mohawk fashion. Silver beads and rings were worked into the braids and little clasps held them together. The engineer let a hand wander up to feel the entwined strands he'd created in the same manner he used to wear in his Re-enactment group. “Thank you. Is there anything that needs my immediate attention? Otherwise I got a cab waiting outside.” She shook her head and followed him to the door instead. “No. Have fun with the handsome mechanic.”

Immediately, Runaan could feel his face heat up. “I have no Idea what you are talking about.” She only laughed and clapped him on the back “Yes, you do. You need to get laid.” In that moment he was sure his entire skin resembled a tomato. “Lujanne!” he exclaimed but the older woman was already inside her car. The engineer contemplated not going just to proove a point but quickly decided against it. She could think whatever she liked.

The Fair was just like he remembered it to be. Filled with people dressed in various styles of different eras and lined with stands selling crafts and food. He was glad how well he blended in despite his slightly eccentric outfit. Especially the hair. But he'd always been a bit particular about it, keeping it that long and all. Here at least nobody judged. He'd even applied some coal and eyeliner around his eyes for good measure. The Market was fairly large, and it took Runaan a considerable amount of time until he found his employees tent. He may have also taken his time to get there not entirely sure how Sol would react to his visit.

When he finally spotted a familiar figure repeatedly swinging a hammer down onto the anvil in front of him, his mouth went completely dry. The other was clad in nothing but dirty red linen pants and a leather apron, skin already glistering with sweat and streaks of ash from the fire. This was so much better than he'd imagined. He tracked the movement of Sol's muscles as the smith shaped the glinting metal in front of him with practiced ease and was subconsciously drawn closer. More people were gathered around, watching the work and suddenly Runaan found himself standing among them. He kept to the back of the crowd until Sol had answered everyone's questions and announced a short lunch break before he'd continue the work. The engineer waited for the other people to leave before stepping closer.

Sol was currently stowing his tools and peeled his skin from the leather apron as he sensed movement behind him. Maybe another visitor? He turned, only to stop dead in his tracks. There, against the tent pole leaned Runaan. His boss was clad in the fashion of a rouge and had a sword at his side such as a bow and a quiver full of arrows slung across his back. He looked very much attractive, the long white hair done in a set of intricate braids. And was that eyeliner? For a second he thought he imagined the whole scene but then, the other smirked “Hey, I hope you don't mind me dropping by. It's been far too long since my last fair.” His brain was still adjusting to the unusual sight as he looked around for a shirt. “Ah, n-no not at all.” Sol desperately tried to focus on Runaan's face and not the way most of his admittedly very defined chest was exposed by the outfit he wore. “I can show you around if you like.” The engineer smiled and nodded “Sure, if you don't mind.” when one of the girls from the food stand across the path came running by. “Hey Tink, have you finished the clasp, yet?” he'd known her for a few years since her family often came to the same Fairs. “Ah, Mina yes just a moment.” He turned to get it as her attention fell on the tall stranger standing by the tent. “Hi, who are you? I haven't seen you around before.” Sol could hear the familiar sound of a smile in the melodic voice as he answered. “My name is Runaan, pleased to make your acquaintance M'lady .” The white haired man even performed a bow and kissed her hand. Mina giggled with delight at the curtesy and pointed at his long hair. “Did you bleach it?” count on that girl to always ask the strangest questions. The other didn't seem bothered by it though and gave her a smile. “No it's a gene defect. It's always been this way.” She gasped in awe, pulling Sol's sleeve. “It's really pretty don't you think?” he nodded in agreement “Yeah it is. Here is your clasp.” The girl ran her hand over the simple Celtic design before jumping up and throwing her arms around his neck for a hug. “It's really beautiful. Thank you, Tink.” He laughed at her enthusiasm and gently ruffled her hair once she was back on the ground. “Your welcome.”

Her gaze flicked between them a few times before she turned to Runaan again. “How do you know each other?”

“He's my boss.” Sol supplied as a warning for her to stop prodding. He might have told her of his crush the evening bevor after a little bit too much of her self-made honey mead. Mina, thank the stars, immediately understood and threw him a knowing glance before turning to leave. “Have fun then, and see you around!” she was gone as fast as she'd appeared in the first place. “So Tink, huh?” Runaan grinned at his involuntary groan, still leaning against the pole. “It's, um, it's kind of my nickname? People started calling me Tinker after I fixed some of their things and it kind of got stuck.” The other simply smiled in response “I like it. Suits you.” It caused a warm feeling to spread in his stomach, replacing the nervousness he'd felt before. “Thanks. Come on, I know where we can get the best smoked meat sandwiches.” The mention of food got his boss to perk up and he had to laugh at the eager reaction. “Did they let you off the seasons meal plan, yet?” the next race wasn't for another four months after all. “Yes and I intend to use that to my advantage while I still can.” Sol found his enthusiasm towards any kind of food adorable. At the same time he felt sorry his job didn't allow him to exploit that particular interest.

True to his word, the sandwiches, which were actually a loaf of freshly baked bread filled with beef and bbq sauce, were fantastic and he had to smile seeing the heart-eyes Runaan made at his food after the first bite. “Oh my god-“ he mumbled “-what kind of drug did they put in here?” that made even the woman behind the stand laugh “Glad you enjoy it so much, lad.” Apparently unaware that he'd voiced his thoughts out loud, the engineer turned a shade pinker and hid behind the bread in his hands. “Don't mind him, he's still recovering from a diet.” Sol pulled him along to a few trees where they could sit down in the shade, the woman's hearty laughter following them. After finishing their lunch, he showed Runaan his favourite places of the Fair before returning to his tent to continue working. His boss wandered off after a couple minutes to find a few targets to shoot and he was glad for the chance to order his thoughts.

Until now, his crush had been securely contained but the object of said crush suddenly turning up dressed like a mix between fighter and sex god didn't help his situation at all. There weren't any people around, most of them eating, and he wasn't sure if he'd been able to deal with any should some show up. Mina came around as soon as she realized he was alone again. “You chose a hot one.” The girl stated as she hopped onto the work table, dangling her legs. “I know” it sounded a lot more whining than he cared to admit. “I think he likes you, too.” That got his attention “Really?” she nodded, expression sincere. “I saw him staring at you when he arrived. And nobody dresses like that if they don't want to impress someone, knowingly or not.” Her words sparked some hope in his heart. Maybe he could carefully test the waters? Drop a few unsuspicious hints? Mina seemed to read his silence correctly because she hopped down again, encouragingly clapping his arm. “Go get him, tiger.” And she was gone again. Sometimes he wasn't sure if he only imagined her presence.

He busied himself with work when a familiar figure approached his tent. “Garret, I really don't want to talk to you.” His ex was the last person he wanted to see today. “Come on, I just want to say hi.” He sighed and turned towards the broad-shouldered man in chainmail. “Please leave. I've told you we're through.” Sol turned back to the anvil then, continuing his work, determined to ignore the other's presence. His ex however had different plans and rounded the workspace to stand in front of him. “Give me another chance, Tink. I told you I'm sorry.” How dared he? Anger flared up in his chest and he shoved the glinting iron in the other's face, forcing him to take a few steps back. “You cheated on me, repeatedly. I will warn you one last time, don't come near me again.” He could see the familiar fury rise in Garrets eyes and prepared for a fight when another figure stepped up besides him, flanking his right side. “Is there a problem?” Runaan looked calm enough but held his hand on the pommel of the sword strapped to his side, ready to draw. “That's none of your business.” Garret’s voice was now filled with venom and he stepped closer again. “We have some private business to conduct here.” In that moment, Sol wondered once more why he'd ever bared with the guy in the first place. “No, we don't. Garret, leave.” He underlined the statement with a pointed look at the tent flap but apparently the other didn't receive the message and took a step forward instead.

To his surprise, Sol was suddenly faced with a face full of white hair as his boss stepped between them, seizing the other up as if to determine whether he'd be able to win a fight. “It is my business when someone threatens my employees. Especially if said employee is the best mechanic we've ever had. Please leave.” His voice was calm and commanding but he could hear the faint note of a threat swing with it. Still amazed that Runaan would stand up for him even though he didn't know what for, he reacted too late as his Ex lashed out. The punch was poorly aimed and collided heavily with the long-haired's crossed forearms. His boss however didn't budge an inch but also made no move for a counter attack. He simply stood his ground, staring the larger man down. “I will ask you one last time to leave Sol alone.” This time, he could hear barley concealed anger welling off of him. Garret took another step closer, so he could stare down on both of them. “You want to fight for the little shit? Fine. Let's take this outside.” This time, Runaan laughed “Oh, I'm sure he could easily fight for himself but if you insist.” Before storming off, his ex turned one last time. “At the show fight pit in ten minutes, don't pussy out.”

Once he was gone Sol shook the other's shoulders violently “That's a really bad idea. He's pretty good at the fighting. Please don't do that.” Runaan simply smirked, stilling the hands on his arms “I'll be fine. Don't worry. What's his problem with you anyways?” a deep sigh escaped his lips. He'd tried to avoid them meeting. “He's my Ex. He cheated on me, I left him about a year ago. I don't know what I saw in him in the first place to be honest.” The white haired man winced in sympathy. “From my limited experience with this person I would guess you're better off without him.” Sol had to laugh “Yeah, you don't say.” But the thought of them fighting had him immediately back in an anxious mood. “You know, I meant it. You shouldn't fight him. I don't want you to get hurt on my account.” After a moment he realized how that had sounded and quickly added “Besides Lujanne would have my head if I bring you back with a broken arm.”

However Runaan was having none of it. “I appreciate your concern but I am going to be fine. I will face Janne's wrath afterwards.” Tink sighed, he knew that face. It was the same one he made when insisting to try some reckless stunt on the track and meant his mind was set on it. “Don't you dare complain about a broken bone afterwards. I warned you.”

When they arrived at the show fight pit, Garret was already waiting there with a few of his friends, now without the chainmaille. At least he had the decency to not fight in full armour against someone clad in linen. Runaan took off the quiver and handed it to him together with the black recurve bow. “Watch over Luna, will you?” Of course he would have named the bow. Sol shook his head a little in amusement and also took the leather vest, tucking the things under his arm. “Wait!” he exclaimed before his boss could enter the pit. He pulled him back and whispered “He's got a weak defence on his lower right and his left ankle gives out under too much pressure.” With a smirk, the other nodded. “Thanks”

As soon as he’d jumped the fence of the pit Mina appeared at Sol's side slightly panicked. “Please tell me it's not what I think it is? Garret has been telling everyone he'd be wiping the floor with your new boyfriend.” He massaged his temples with one hand, grimacing “Sadly it is.” She paled a little “Should I alert the medics?” but he shook his head, determined to put at least a little trust in his boss. “No not yet, I want to see how it goes first. Maybe it will be fine.” Mina scoffed “Yeah sure. Garret's got at least a eighty pounds on him.” But she obediently stayed by his side, snuggling a bit closer as the pair in the pit began to circle each other. A little crowd of visitors and vendors alike had gathered, sensing this wouldn't be a regular show-fight.

Garret struck first but his opponent evaded the blow without even blocking it, sword cutting trough the air uselessly. Furious at the miss, the larger man attacked again, missing another time. They repeated the charade a few times until Garret was fuming. “Stay still you coward!” his boss chuckled but kept his distance, continuing to dance around the other. Somehow Sol was not surprised. The bastard sword in his hands looked used and had probably seen his fair share of fights. A little weight lifted off of him seeing Runaan wasn't already laying face down in the dirt as he’d expected.

A minute or two passed until the white haired man decided he'd evaded enough and started to actually fight. His style was different than what he'd seen before, more fluent. “Finally decided to fight me?” Garret huffed out between two breaths and suddenly Sol understood what the other had been doing. Tiring his opponent out was smart. Especially when the other had the strength advantage. They clashed swords repeatedly and even though both of them used dulled blades, he could imagine the pain they'd cause should they actually hit one another. Meanwhile, a larger crowd had gathered around them, seemingly interested in the fight. “He's actually pretty good.” Mina whispered beside him, pulling the mechanic out of his daydreams. “Yeah, I still worry.” She scooted a little closer squeezing his shoulder. It turned out he worried rightfully when Garret managed to get hold of his opponents neck somehow. He didn't see how exactly it happened but Runaan must have not been fast enough for once. Sol could see the realization on his boss' face as the pommel of Garret's sword neared his face and caught him right across the forehead. Unable to evade it, he just managed to stop some of the force with his free left hand. When the bigger man let go of his neck and pushed him to the floor, he dropped to his knees and Sol was just short of jumping the fence and running towards if Mina hadn't grabbed his hand. “Wait.” In front of them Runaan looked up to meet Sol's eyes before flicking his gaze further up at Garret with a grin. He wiped away the blood running down his nose and slowly stood up while his opponent came walking towards him, twirling the sword in his right hand. “Haven't you had enough?” his ex also dropped back into a fighting stance. “I'm still standing aren’t I?” the question was delivered with a surprisingly fast attack. Apparently Runaan had decided it was time to go into the offensive. The fight was more intense this time, people even started cheering like in a pub brawl. This time, the engineer clearly kept the upper hand. He moved faster, putting his whole Energy in speed, and made sure to stay out of the other's reach when he wasn't attacking. Somehow it even increased Sol's anxiety. By now, both of the fighters were covered in new bruises and scrapes but neither seemed inclined to yield. He quickly noticed that Runaan always hit with the flat side of his sword, decreasing the amount of damage he dealt. Still, he managed to get Garret on his back four times in a row, always giving him time to get up again. Evidentially both were keen to stick to the rules in that perspective. “Yield already!” the larger man huffed, starting a new attack that only found air. “Oh please after you.” Even though also breathing heavily by now, his boss seemed more energetic. He'd remind him of that the next time he complained about cardio, Tink thought a small smile creeping on his face. It took another ten minutes until he'd worn Garret down enough to disarm him every time he tried to attack. After four futile attempts, the other gave in and held up his hands. “Fine, you win.” He spat, leaving the field “Have fun with that looser.”

It turned out that had been the wrong thing to say because Runaan was by his side in an instant, swiping his legs and pushing the larger man to the ground with his knee on the other's chest. “If I see you bothering him again, I will find you and then you'd wish you'd broken both my arms when you had the chance.” It was quiet enough for only Garret to hear but the anger in his eyes reached Sol before he let go of him again, turning to walk away.

Tink wondered what he'd said to the other but he doubted it was something pleasant. The crowd made way for the white haired man as he vaulted over the fence, making his way towards Sol and Mina. The girl disappeared again with the promise to find some water and a few tissues for his face and left the pair to themselves. “You are hurt.” The mechanic tried his best to sound displeased even though he was glad of the relatively good outcome of the fight. Runaan's grin was tinted a light red that indicated he'd probably also bit his tongue during the exchange. “I’m fine it's just a little blood.” He shook his head, grabbing the other's arm to lead him back to his tent. “A little blood my ass. I’m pretty sure you are also concussed.” His boss chuckled but let himself being led away without struggle. “Calm down, you are worse than Lujanne.” Sol huffed “And you are reckless as hell. But then, we already knew that.” He grumbled searching through his stuff for a clean towel. Thankfully Mina appeared soon enough with a bowl of water and a washcloth, handing them to Tink. He pointed to a chair “Sit” Runaan obeyed and watched him wet the cloth, not twitching away when he moved to dab it at his nose. “Do you think it's broken?” he asked, eyeing the blood that was still trickling down his face suspiciously. The engineer shook his head slightly “No that feels differently.”

Sol stopped “How do you-“ but then shook his head “You know what? Never mind.” The other raised a shaped white eyebrow but chose to remain silent in favour of the cloth dabbing away the blood on his face.

Runaan had to look away from his employees concentrated expression when the urge to just grab and kiss him got too strong. After all, he still didn't know whether he was interested or not and there was no way he would jeopardize their friendship for that. At Sol's insistence, he stayed by the forge, perched on an unused spot of the worktable with his legs drawn up. “There is no way I let you get out there again when Garret and his friends are still there.” He didn't object as it gave him the opportunity to drink in the sight of a very hot smith working shirtless on the forge. For hours. Mina came around occasionally to see if they were both still okay and every once in a while a visitor would either ask or buy something. But otherwise they were alone. Sometimes, Tink would explain what he was doing and he’d ask questions about either technique or functionality of the finished products. It was a nice change from work and Runaan enjoyed being the one without any knowledge, eager to learn what fascinated the other in the work he was doing.

Eventually, dawn neared and soon, the fire was the only thing lighting up the tent as the sun slowly set between the trees. “The people working at the camp usually gather around the fires in the yard once the visitors have left, would you like to come with?” Sol suddenly asked “If, um, if you don’t have to be anywhere that is.” He checked his phone but besides two messages from Lujanne asking if he’d scored the mechanic, yet there was nothing of importance, so he shook his head. “No, they will survive a day without me, I think. I would love to come.” A warm feeling spread in his chest at the beaming smile Sol regarded him with in response. “Great, let me just get the forge down to a safe temperature.” He watched him close some of the air vents until the fire died down to a soft glint.

When they arrived in the yard, dozes of little fires were already burning and almost the whole staff had gathered around to enjoy the evening. Runaan recognized the people he’d shot a few targets with earlier and walked over when the smith excused himself to get something to drink for them. “Hey man are you okay? We saw the fight earlier. Garret is such a dick I’m glad he already left.” One of them greeted. “Yeah, I’m fine. Though I would prefer to let that stay a one-time experience. I’ve had more fun fights.” He other two nodded solemnly “He deserved it. Especially after the shit he pulled with our favourite smith last year it was bold of him to turn up here again.” Runaan furrowed his brows “It’s not really my place to ask but what happened? Sol seemed pretty upset.” the girl on his right shook her head “Nah, it’s really no secret around here. That Dickhead cheated on Tink with two guys at the same time. I mean that’s just shitty. And he wouldn’t leave him alone when he ended things. We even had to throw him out of the camp.” Multiple grim nods in their immediate surrounding confirmed her statement. “Now I kind of wish I hit him harder.” Runaan mumbled, still angry at the guy he hardly knew. How dared he do that to such a nice person? Someone patted his back and the group erupted in laughter. “Trust me you bruised his ego enough. How long have you two been together?” every drop of blood in his body immediately froze. “How long have we- What?” he repeated, choking on the words tumbling out of his mouth. The girl who’d spoken earlier looked confused. “We thought you were an item. Aren’t you?” He shook his head frantically, a violent blush spreading up until it even covered his ears. “N-no. We, um, we work together. I’m kind of his boss?” At the mention of work, the group exchanged knowing glances. “So, you are the mysterious employer of the mysterious job he isn’t allowed to talk about? What do you even work as? All we know is that he’s a mechanic.” She prodded, asking what everyone wanted to know. He hesitated for a moment but eventually decided it would do no harm if a group of Re-enactors knew his face. “I’m a MotoGP racer. Sol is my fist and only mechanic. He also helps me in development for my company. I’m an engineer when I don’t race.” They all stared at him for a second seemingly trying to connect the slightly dirty guy in sweat-stained linen clothes to one of the famous racers. “Wait!” one of them said “Your name was Runaan right?” he nodded “So you’re the owner of Moonshadow inc? And built the fastest bike on the track at the moment?” Great, why would one of the medieval nerds be interested in racing? “Yes, why?” he already prepared himself for a series of questions, but the guy only shrugged. “I would have pictured you older.” Relief washed over him, being spared the unwanted attention. “Thanks?” The conversation steered back to Archery after that and he was glad about the change of topic that allowed him to regain some of his composure before Sol returned, handing him a cup of steaming honey mead.

He let himself get pulled away by the short haired man and they sat down with Mina by one of the fires. The group exchanged stories of past Fairs and Runaan was contend listening to all of them. It made him happy to see Sol talk so feely with the other Re-enactors and how well everybody seemed to like the smith. When nobody forced him to interact, big groups of people weren’t that bad. He found the men and women around him to be exceptional easy company in comparison to the high society snobs he usually had to deal with. It reminded him of his old Re-enactment club during college. He was pulled from his musings as Sol tapped his shoulder and offered him a glazed apple. Apparently, his expression must have been really funny since multiple people in his immediate surrounding laughed as he took the precious treat. The smith only smiled at him and shushed the rest with a chuckle “Don’t be mean. He usually isn’t allowed to eat sweets.” They all fell silent with expressions of sympathy and then continued their previous conversations. Runaan really admired the acceptance among the group even though they hardly even knew him. “I’m pretty sure you earned that after the fight you delivered earlier.” Sol bit into a glazed apple, himself and motioned for him to do the same. “Go on, they are really good.” A little reluctantly, the engineer took the first bite and was immediately in food heaven. The sweetness of the sugar worked well with the general sour taste of the fruit. “Oh my god.” He exclaimed “I forgot how they taste like.” The other smiled at the expression of pure glee. “Careful Tink, you might break him.” Someone shouted but Runaan couldn’t find himself bothered by it. He was glad to finally be able to meet Sol’s friends but also a little sad that he couldn’t offer him the same.

The night went on and soon everybody was positively tipsy. Some people even started to sing and dance around one of the bigger fires. He surveyed the scene when someone suddenly brushed his back. Turning around, he found Sol’s gaze who had wrapped a thick wool blanket around both their shoulders, his face slightly flushed from the alcohol. It had turned cold somewhere during the last hour and Runaan realized just now that he was shivering. “Thank you.” He smiled and scooted a little closer, surprised by the other’s radiant body heat. The smith simply shrugged but returned his smile “You seemed cold.” He nodded, drawing the tip of the blanket up in front of him. “How come you aren’t?” another shrug “I guess my internal heating system works a little too well?” he hummed in agreement, contend in the pocket of warmth created around them.

Even though he greatly enjoyed the company he was in, it got too much at some point. Too many different snippets of conversation found their way into his brain and it grew harder to blend them out. “I’m going to take a walk.” He informed Sol before stealthily distancing himself from the group of people. The clear night air calmed him immediately and he wandered the camp until he found a nice place under a tree to sit. Far enough from the other’s to be quiet and largely shielded from view. Runaan leaned his head back against the tree trunk, admiring the stars that appeared in he night sky. He wasn’t sure how long he’d sat there but after a while he heard soft footsteps coming closer. Sol sat down next to him, wrapping them once again in the blanket he’d brought. He’d began to shiver again. “Sorry I ditched you. I’m not good with many people.” He tried to explain but the excuse sounded hollow in his ears. The mechanic regarded him with a warm smile nevertheless “It’s okay. They can be a bit much.” That was not what he’d meant to say. “N-no, they are great, really. I just struggle when I’m around too many unfamiliar people for a long time.” Now that he thought about it, Runaan found it pretty pathetic on his part. They had all been so nice and he still wasn’t able to stick around for longer than a few hours. “That’s fine. I’m glad you still decided to stay as long as you did. I think I haven’t thanked you yet for helping out with Garret.” The engineer shook his head “Don’t mention it. From what I heard he had it coming.” Tink nodded a little sadly “Yeah. However, thanks to you he will probably stay away for good this time.”

He offered a smile, subconsciously shuffling closer to the other “I that case, I’m glad I could be of service.” Their faces were awfully close now. So close that Runaan could see the stars reflected in Sol’s enticing eyes. His throat went dry as he instinctively bit his lip to keep himself from doing something he’d regret. There were little freckles on the other’s cheeks, partially covered by smears of coal and dirt. Some of the dark hair had fallen down, obstructing part of the view. He knew he was staring but couldn’t for the love of god pull his eyes away from the beautiful man in front of him. Green-gold orbs with barley dilated pupils stared back at him and when he flicked his gaze down to the smith’s lips, he found them slightly parted, a small puff of hot breath appearing in the cold air. Said air suddenly got trapped inside his lungs as his rapidly beating heart drowned out all other sound. Runaan licked his bottom lip, slowly closing the distance without his brain having any say in it. Sparks erupted behind his closed eyes when Sol met him halfway, reaching up cup his face carefully as if he has afraid to break him.

Deepening the kiss and desperate to get closer to the object of his desire, the engineer sank his hand in-between the dark curls and pulled him forward until Sol was placed in his lap. Warm hands started to roam his chest, tracing the pattern of his tattoo. He grinned against Sol’s lips. Getting a hold of the hem of his shirt, he slipped his nimble fingers under it, caressing the soft warm skin underneath. “Mhmn” the smith seemed to agree with his plan and wiggled a little closer, burying his face in Runaan’s neck and letting butterfly kisses trail along his collarbone and up again to claim his mouth.

Every thought of doubt was erased from his mind as he struggled to get as close as humanly possible to Tink. By now, their chests were touching and the dark haired man had his knees placed on either side of him so he was straddling his hips, hands still roaming over the skin exposed by the front of his shirt. Eventually, they had to break apart to breathe, both of them panting slightly from the unexpected outcome of this evening. “Tent?” Sol asked, struggling to his feet. “Oh god, yes.” His own voice a low growl, Runaan let himself being pulled up by the other and together they raced through the campsite, keen to avoid anyone else. As soon as the dark red tent came into view, he felt the mechanic quickening his pace, grabbing his hand to drag him along. Once inside, Sol fumbled with a few knots which held up one of the side panels, hands trembling. When he finally managed to get them to fall down, only the soft red of the fire illuminated the inside of the tent, tinting the other’s hair a flaming orange.

Slowly, tentatively, Runaan stepped up in his personal space, giving him plenty of time to change his mind before hoisting him up in his arms. “Are you sure?” it sounded uncertain, voice a low rumble heavy with emotion. He nodded “Mmmhm” their second kiss was soft and caring while the engineer carried him over to the mattress and heap of blankets he’d placed in a secluded part of the tent. Runaan carefully set him down, supporting his own weight with hands braced on either side of his head. The white hair was tousled by now, some strands falling out of the braids and into Sol’s face. In that moment, he swore he’d never seen anyone as beautiful. Dark turquoise eyes sparkled above him, scanning his every move with dilated pupils. “God you are perfect.” The other murmured, leaning down for another kiss. Instinctively, Tink wrapped his hands around his neck and forced Runaan down on his forearms, closing the distance between their bodies. The taller man let out a soft yelp at the sudden loss of balance but caught himself quickly enough without crushing him. “Sorry” he whispered against his lips, drawing a chuckle out that vibrated through both their bodies. “Don’t apologize.” It was something Runaan thought Sol did too often. “You should never apologize.”

On a relatively clear moment, he turned and reached over to the tracker on his wrist, activating the pre-installed private mode. “Aren’t you gonna take it off?” Tink cringed a little at the thought of someone getting hold of that data. “No way, do you know how many calories I intend to burn?” he couldn’t supress the full out laughter that bubbled up his throat at the sincere tone. “Don’t worry it doesn’t transmit anything this way.” Runaan breathed into his ear, gently nipping at his earlobe in the process. Sol had to bite down on his fist to stifle an involuntary groan. They were in a tent after all and tents had zero to none soundproofing. “Y-you are, Hnhhggnn, you are crazy.” He managed, reaching out pull the other further down to return the favour. “So, Aaaah, so I’ve been t-told.”

Something bright shone into his eyes, uncomfortable even through the closed eyelids. Runaan moved his hand to block it, blinking slowly until his eyes adjusted to the light. He was in a tent. Pushing himself up, the engineer let his gaze wander around the space and shivered a little at the cold air tickling his skin. Looking down at himself, he came to another realisation. He was naked. He was in a tent and naked. Suddenly the events from last night came flooding back into his memory. The fight, the fire, the kiss- the kiss.... “Shit” he breathed, running a shaky hand through the remnants of his once braided hair. How could he have done that? Runaan prayed his actions hadn't cost him their friendship. Sol wasn't here after all and that was a bad sign in his experience. Manly because he was usually the one to leave and knew exactly what that meant. A glance on his tracker made him stop again. 11:23am. How long had he been sleeping? He tapped away on the little screen, pulling up the chart displaying his sleep time. Seven hours? He never managed to sleep that much in a row, much less undisturbed by insomnia.

Just now he realized that there were people moving about outside, their chatter seeping through the thick tent cloth. The back of the tent he was currently occupying was secluded from the rest by a curtain, effectively blocking his sight on the outside world and vice versa. Grateful for at least a little bit of privacy in his flustered state, Runaan slowly stood up to collect his clothing. He found his pants and underwear easily enough, them being the closest items to the mattress on the floor. The engineer felt immediately better after pulling them on, now at least able to preserve his modesty should someone enter. After a few minutes of rummaging, he also produced one of his boots and the sword belt Sol had been so eager to get off of him last night. He pushed the memory back when he felt warmth pooling in his stomach area, still able to recall the feeling of the others fingers on his hips and- ‘No' he scolded himself. That was not the kind of thought he needed right now.

Despite turning over every item in his surrounding, Runaan wasn't able to find his shirt nor the missing second boot. With a sigh, he used the little mirror fastened to one of the tent poles to at least fix his white hair from ‘I just had sex' to ‘It's meant to be this way'.

The engineer soon realized he would have to leave the tent eventually and if only to find his missing clothes. Barefoot, he tapped over to the curtain and carefully peeked through it. Sol was talking to three elderly women but otherwise the coast seemed clear. Spotting his belt pouch that most likely contained his phone and some cigarettes, god did he want one right now, he sneaked outside to get it. A cab would be his saving grace.

However one of the Ladies made his plan disappear into thin air when she gasped and pointed at him. “Sir there is a man in your tent.” Shit, so much for making a quiet escape. Sol was surprisingly unfazed and didn't even turn around. “Ah, yes that's Runaan. Runaan, say hi to these lovely ladies.” His voice was warm, affectionate and completely caught the engineer off guard. “Uh, um Hi?” he tried, wincing at the gravelly sound. The trio returned the greeting reluctantly, still suspicious of his presence.

Sol chose that moment to grab a cup that was placed near the fire to keep it warm and walk up to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips as he pushed it into Runaan's hands. “Good morning sleepy head, I got you some coffee.” Both himself and the three ladies seemed equally shocked by the gesture. He opened his mouth to say something but snapped it shut again. Busying himself with the coffee instead. What did just happen? The smith returned to tend to his customers, leaving his boss? Lover? Boyfriend? alone again. Just then, Mina spotted him from across the path and waved enthusiastically. Without even realizing he tentatively waved back, still certain to be caught in a dream.

He needed a smoke. Now. Placing the empty coffee cup on the worktable, he reached for his pouch with trembling hands and pulled out the box of cigarettes. Runaan lighted one on the glowing embers and leaned back against the table, taking a long, deep pull. It needed longer than usual for the calming effect to set in and he was already lighting the second one on the glinting stub of the first when the trio finished their purchase. They smiled as Sol bid them goodbye and one of them even waved at him. The engineer raised his hand in acknowledgement still bewildered by the surreal calm. Nobody was kicking him out. That was a first.

“Hey, are you okay?” the smith suddenly appeared in front of him, grimacing as the smoke reached his nose. “Um, yeah, I'm fine.” The frown on the other's face only deepened. “You look troubled and-“ he pointed at the now third cigarette between his fingers “-you stress smoke.” Runaan sighed, keeping it perched on his lips despite the disapproving look it earned him. “I expected you to kick me out.” Bewilderment flickered over Sol's beautiful face “Why would I do that?” he shrugged, drawing almost the whole cigarette in one to gain some courage. “I don't know? Maybe you would’ve regretted last night?” the confusion in the other's eyes only intensified. “Why would I regret it? Do you?” Runaan found that he did, in fact, not regret a thing. Also a first. “N-no.” He stuttered, letting go of the cigarette butt as it burned his hand. He subconsciously reached for the pack to get another one but Sol was faster. “I will be taking these.” He announced despite his involuntary whine. “So why would you think I'd regret it.” The smith was awfully close now, close enough to smell the distinct note of fire on his skin. “I, um. You, well, you weren't there when I woke up and I thought-I thought you might’ve ditched me and-“ he didn't get any further because suddenly, their lips were clashing and Sol chased the taste of nicotine off his tongue with coffee and something distinctively him. “I would never just ditch you.” The other said after pulling away again. Runaan swallowed “So we're good?” he dared to ask tentatively. A nod in confirmation lifted a boulder the size of this entire state off his heart. “Of course we are. As long as you still want this?” he nodded immediately, blurting out a “Yes!” before he could even think about it.

Sol beamed in return and pecked his lips again “Great! I will get us something to eat.” And dashed out of the tent. He busied himself with observing the passing people and noticed that the members of Tink's Re-enactment group all smiled when they saw him. He waved and smiled back. Maybe this wasn't so bad.