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nullicaput · 2 days ago

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skinner and the rat. II

Pairing: Han Su-gang x Reader

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Obsession, Teacher-Student Relationship, Power Imbalance, Reverse Power Imbalance, Age Difference, Dark, Su-gang being deranged as hell

Summary: Familiar faces and familiar violence—you thought after almost ten years, the kid you left would never remember you, but you were wrong.

Word count: 1976

previous chapter.

"Miss, do you like teaching me?"

The breeze blew, rain following it and misting the two youngsters sitting by the roofed balcony. The older one, you, stared at your tutee and tilted your head—a habit.

"Hm? Of course."

"Do you have any plans to teach actual students."

Now that you thought about it, being four years older than him means that you will be a first-year this enrollment.

"No." You peeled the tangerine for him, never daring to eat a piece. "I don't have the patience."

He watched you work on his food, his eyes darting from your eyes, to your hands, to your eyes, and to your hands again.

"You have something on your hand."

You followed his gaze, and you saw a speck of color on your knuckle.

"It's acrylic paint." You scratched the paint gently. "See? Gone."

"Are you sure?"

You chuckled and fed him a carpel of the citrus.

"Even if a lot of people say that I have a gift in teaching, I don't want to be a teacher."

"But you're here with me."

"Because I like you." You hugged him tightly and squeezed his cheeks, which were still chubby. "When you listen to me, that is."

He glared at you for a moment, wiping the zest juice left on his cheeks with his sleeves.

"I like you, too," he replied, his cavernous eyes never leaving yours.

What the boy probably meant was that he liked you enough not to toy with you the way he does with the other employees. He liked you enough that he would not make you bleed for breathing the wrong way—just like he did to your Mama.

You want to keep it that way.

"That's a relief."

"Promise you won't..."

"Won't?"

"Won't teach other kids."

He kissed you on the cheek, uncharacteristically bashful.

"Can't promise that."

He kicked your leg—but not harsh enough to hurt.

Before an hour could pass, the dean and all the other teachers have arrived. You officially and formally introduced yourself before leaving for class earlier than your colleagues.

You took your things, such as your Ethics book, handbag, and clipboard containing all the attendance sheets, with you and donned a face mask to avoid inhaling any kind of substance in the air. Good thing that you did, as you just saw thick, translucent smoke emerging form the fitting stalls along the staircases.

"Smokers," you said under your breath.

You knew that this school was a devil's den covered with hypocritical advocacy tarpaulins, but seeing it with your own two eyes was more than enough to amuse you. Like a glistening fig dangling from its tree, the school appears so delectable to those who are unassuming, and even when one were to consume it, they would not see that there was a corpse rotting inside.

The bell rang the moment you reached the door of the classroom, and you found yourself being the only one inside yet.

You scrutinized the entirety of the classroom and prepared the things you would need. You inserted one of the stick of chalk inside a metal holder you bought last last week and dusted your hands. You then sprayed your hands with alcohol before proceeding. You opened your book and skimmed through it, refamiliarizing yourself with the lesson you would need to teach the students later on. From your handbag, you pulled out a pack of candies and tore the plastic open.

The students gradually filled the seats until the only ones empty were the ones at the back. When you glanced at the wall clock located at the center of the front wall just half a meter above the television, you saw that it was already five minutes over the starting time.

"I will be assuming that this is," you said and made a circular motion, signifying that you were talking about their class. "I'll be calling your names for attendance."

You called the students one by one, and they seemed on guard of your presence. Or perhaps afraid for your sake.

"Good morning, class." With that chalk, you wrote your name on the board. "I will be your teacher in Ethics."

You closed the front door and trudged through the center space of the classroom, giving the room another scan.

"I will be discussing the lesson briefly, but before that, I will be informing you about my ground rules," you began. "First: Writing lectures in my class is not required. I don't need to subject you to writing ten pages of notes to make sure that you will learn under my care."

In all honesty, you simply did not want to read students' illegible handwriting about topics you already knew and could read using the actual textbook.

"Second: Using your devices, sleeping, and chatting loudly with your seatmates are all forbidden."

You stopped in front of the back door. You slid it shut and locked it, and then, you returned to the teacher's desk in a pace that could only be compared to a stroll at the park.

"I need your focus on me and on what I say, because everything that I will be discussing inside this classroom will appear in quizzes and major exams, as well as graded recitation."

Su-gang Han was late.

Su-gang was never late.

Su-gang never liked being late.

Not because he was a disciplined student, but because he could not pick on those beggars before class.

It was a staple ritual of his, to make the other students' lives as miserable as humanly possible while they were inside his territory.

Now, he could not do that.

"Shit," he seethed, kicking his idiot of a chauffeur on the stomach. "If you filled that damned fuel tank last night, then I wouldn't have been late."

The poor driver grunted in pain, but he did not have anything to say. Even if he did, he was not allowed to open his mouth.

The rain poured harder, and the umbrella being held over Su-gang's head was doing a horrible job on keeping him dry.

"Hold that umbrella properly before I put that inside of your fucking throat."

He picked the older man by the collar and kneed him several times.

"But Su-gang," one of his dogs said meekly. "The bell has already rang."

"I know. I'm not deaf."

As he left them with the borderline-dead old man out in the rain, they followed, shielding Su-gang's bag with their bodies. Their leader, who was already pissed of, muttered a series of curses before making his way to their supposed classroom.

"Fifth: You can ask questions, but make sure that they are appropriate for the current or prior lessons." Your eyes smiled, but your lips remained straight. "Should you ever inquire a nonsensical question, you will also receive nonsensical answers from me. Understood?"

"Yes, Teach," the class said in chorus.

You rested your rear onto the edge of the teacher's desk and crossed your arms.

"Sixth: I will rarely give you take-home activities. What will determine your grade, aside from the typical written exams, are your performance and your attendance in my cla—"

"Why is this doors fucking closed?!" a male student, likely around seventeen, exclaimed.

You did not flinch upon hearing the words, nor did you react when the student tried to open the sliding door, rattling its gear in the process. If anything, that welcoming demeanor you had vanished and was replaced by something else. It was not anger—no. Students like them do not deserve any bit of your frustration, let alone anger.

"Teach, we should open..." a student whispered, tone full of fear.

You looked at that student and smiled; this time, it was genuine.

"You—try the other one," the same voice ordered.

"Locked!"

You plucked the attendance sheet from the table and strutted from your comfortable position to approach the disrespectful youngins outside. You twisted the lock open, deliberate and careful—almost out of provocation. Before the student could reattept to open the front door again, you did it in their stead.

"Finally," an older voice—much older than what a male teenager should have—stated.

You waited for them to gather in front of you and step inside—

Then you blocked the first one's face with the clipboard.

"Where do you think you're going?" you asked.

The air around you has stilled, and all the students stiffened.

You tucked your left hand in between the right side of your torso and its corresponding upper arm.

"Inside, obviously."

"Mhm," you hummed. "Raise your hand and say present when your name is called."

"What?"

"Raise your hand and say present when your name is called," you said with a tone of finality.

One of them, the other of the two girls, clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. While everyone else were looking everywhere but your form, you could feel a heavy gaze imposing itself on you, demanding to be felt, demanding to be returned.

"Moon-Ki Lee."

No one answered.

"Moon-Ki Lee."

Again, you were left with silence.

"That's strange," you voiced out, setting your eyes back to the paper. "Just a second ago, you were speaking so loudly as if you couldn't hear one another if you were to talk just a tad bit lower."

From your periphery, you saw an elbow harshly nudging the young man who you assumed was the one you were trying to call.

"She was saying your name."

Even from a fool's perspective, it was apparent that those students around that older-sounding one were not his friends. They were his underlings, or individuals who are afraid that they would face his wrath, so they play safe by joining him in terrorizing those who do not belong in their little band of cowards.

"Present."

Pleased, you nodded.

"Moon-Ki, take your seat."

For some time, you repeated that process of calling them one-by-one and letting them enter one at a time. After what you think was ten minutes, there remained one, single student.

"Su-gang Han?" you said, enunciating each syllable. "Su-gang Han. Are you present?"

He stepped too closely to you, and if it were not for your mask, you were sure that your nose could even pick his perfume wafting in the air.

You stared at him, your face devoid of any expression and you eyes never betraying you by showing any miniscule emotion.

"Present," he replied, imitating the speed of your speech. "Miss."

You tilted your head, cluelessness evident in your appearance.

"It's 'Teacher' to you." You stepped back, not out of defeat but out of quiet authority. "Come on. Double time."

Now that everyone was seated, your welcoming disposition came back.

"As I was saying, your presence will be my basis for your grade." You put the attendance back to its place and clapped once to regain their attention. "Each one of you have one-hundred points, and every cut class, absences without an excuse letter, instances of tardiness, inability to answer in recitation, and late submission, those points will be deducted until you'll have zero."

With your right hand, you made a zero hand sign.

"Don't worry, even if you do, you'll still get a passing grade."

You inhaled once, deciding not to take your mask off any sooner.

"Now that all of my rules had been laid down—" You grabbed a handful of candies from your stash. "—can anyone tell me about the 'Golden Rule'?"

A student raised her hand, and you called her by her name, which to her surprise. When she answered correctly, you walked to her and gave her three pieces of sweets.

"What's this, Teach?"

"Candies. Don't want?"

"Why does he get three?" someone complained, sulking.

"Because he answered my question."

With that, the teenagers who were trying to act cool earlier were reduced to young children eager to get candies rewards.

next chapter.

#x reader #x yn #dark fanfiction #han su gang #han su gang x you #han su gang x reader #brave citizen #x you #lee jun young #operant conditioning #psychology

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zablife · 3 days ago

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Our Little Secret

Harry Da Souza x female Harrigan reader (Kevin's daughter)

Harry Da Souza Masterlist

A/N: I wrote these headcanons based on a request sent by @weepingnimulot1995 for some Harry drama!

Warning: infidelity, mention of pregnancy, kidnapping

🪽Harry had been best friends with your father since their teens though you'd rarely seen him around. He lived a busy life in London, often traveling much further to handle the problems your family was adept at creating. Everyone except you, of course.

🪽Nicknamed "Angel" for your kind disposition and heart of gold, you never caused trouble for anyone. That's probably why your parents placed their trust in you, allowing you more freedom than your incorrigible younger brother, Eddie.

🪽But despite your best intentions, trouble found you in the early hours of a sleepy Sunday morning. Harry was getting some much deserved rest when the phone startled him awake. "You stay there, I'm coming for you," he reassured you after listening to your tearful plea for help.

🪽It wasn’t like you to cause a scene which is why it distressed Harry to see your hotel suite torn apart in a violent fit of rage. He knew you couldn't have done this, your meek posture and the blood trickling from your lip enough to tell him the real culprit was elsewhere.

🪽 He didn't rush you to talk about it, accepting you into his muscular arms for a long embrace. He waited for the sobs against his chest to subside before learning the truth about the volatile boyfriend responsible for the damage. With one large hand stroking over your hair, he whispered a promise to make it right.

🪽 And he did, though he would never divulge the gory details to you in full. "He won't be a problem for you anymore," is all he would say on the matter. The news should have been cause for celebration, instead your heart sank as you thought of more birthdays and holidays alone.

🪽 Like a loyal guard dog, Harry stayed by your side until your mood lifted, listening to every anxious thought in your head that kept you from sleeping. When you eventually tired, you made one small request. "Stay with me tonight, Harry."

🪽 He tucked you into his side, stroking along your back in soothing circles as one might do for a frightened child. He didn't dare leave you in this state, so unlike the other women in your family who hated to show an ounce of vulnerability. And tho he only held you on the sofa as you slept, it felt far more intimate than anything he'd done with Jan in years.

🪽 It wouldn't be the last time he was called to keep you company during a difficult evening. He told himself he wasn't taking advantage of the situation, but in his heart he knew better. It was wrong to lead you on when he had a wife and daughter at home. And wasn't that what he was doing making jokes and ordering your fave takeaway? It all felt too comfortable.

🪽 He tried to remind himself of his duty to protect your family. If he allowed his emotions to get involved, he could no longer remain objective. However, his affection for you was rapidly compromising any shred of integrity he had left.

🪽 Meanwhile your sweet smile was giving him all the justification he needed to remain in your life. When he was with you, you made him believe in the goodness he was capable of. Not only that, you rewarded his tenderness with a patience of your own, listening to his problems in compassionate understanding.

🪽 That's when he slipped, taking you to bed if only to show you how a man ought to treat you. And once he'd made you his, there was no return, despite the numerous promises he made to himself as he washed your perfume from his skin to return home to his wife. You called to him like a siren and he returned night after night.

🪽In truth, he'd anticipated Jan's tears, but never yours. That's why it came as such a shock to see your red rimmed eyes staring back at him as you wordlessly pointed to a positive pregnancy test.

🪽 While the old Harry might have tried to compartmentalize it, treating you like another Harrigan problem to be solved, his love for you wouldn't allow him to disconnect so easily. When you asked, "What am I going to do, Harry?" he swiftly replied, "What we are going to do, yeah, is sit and make a plan. Then we have to be sure you and the baby are healthy, don't we, Angel?"

🪽 Using his connections, Harry secured a doctor who offered complete discretion. In that way, he was able to accompany you to all your appointments and watch the little life you created growing inside you. If he was nervous, he didn't show it, beaming whenever he had the opportunity to splay a hand across your growing belly to feel his son kick.

🪽 It was safer to keep this little secret for yourselves so you remained adamantly silent on the paternity of your child. And to your surprise, your parents didn't press you on the subject. They came to believe it was an old flame who had abandoned you and sympathy for your plight only grew. Somehow Jan ended up throwing the baby shower, quite unaware that the child was Gina's half brother.

🪽 Harry was at the hospital under the guise of providing protection the day his son was born, coaching you every step of the way. It was the comforting sound of his voice that guided you through labor, his tender words of love and devotion welcoming baby Theo into the world.

🪽When you succumbed to the exhaustion of the birth, he held his son in his arms for the first time. As the infant's tiny hand grasped his enormous pinkie, he swore to protect you both, not knowing how quickly that day would come.

🪽 Mere days after returning home from the hospital, you and Theo were taken in the night by a vengeful Richie Stevenson. Harry worked tirelessly for your return, going days without food or rest.

🪽 Once you'd safely arrived in the Cotswolds, he felt free to breathe a sigh of relief. That is until he was asked to a family meeting where not only the Harrigans but Jan and Gina were also present.

🪽"Harry, we wanted to convey our gratitude for your service," Maeve smiled at him sweetly, placing her hands on his shoulders to deliver a quick peck to each cheek. She took the opportunity to lean in for a private word that sent chills down his spine. "Shall I tell them about Theo or would you like to do the honors?"

#Harry Da Souza fanfiction #Harry Da Souza x reader #Harry Da Souza #Mobland fanfiction #Mobland

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thirteenheavens · 17 hours ago

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helloo mol can i request like some coups fluff but take ur times since you’re a college student so it must have been very hard to write a bunch of reqs 💕

Couldn’t be Happier || Seungcheol

Word count: 800+

Notes: thank you for addressing this honestly I’ve got two exams left and then I’m back!! Enjoy!!!

Seungcheol and you are cuddling on the couch, watching a movie. You're snuggled up against his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you. He's absentmindedly playing with your hair while watching the screen.

"You know," he says softly, breaking the comfortable silence. "I never thought I could be this happy." You look up at him with a smile. "What do you mean?"

He looks down at you with a warm smile of his own. "I mean, before I met you, my life was pretty hectic. I was always busy with work and idol activities. But now that I have you, everything feels... complete." He pulls you closer and kisses the top of your head. "You make me feel like the luckiest man alive, Y/N."

"I feel the same way, Cheol," you say, snuggling even closer to him. "You've brought so much joy and love into my life. I don't know what I'd do without you." Seungcheol tightens his hold on you, his heart swelling with affection. "You'll never have to find out," he promises. "I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me forever." He chuckles and taps your nose playfully. "And that means more cuddles and fluffiness in our future."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," you laugh, poking his chest. "You're such a big softie, Cheol." Seungcheol pretends to be offended, but his smile gives him away. "I am not a softie," he protests, though he can't hide the fondness in his voice. "I'm just... affectionate." He suddenly grabs you and rolls you onto his lap, tickling your sides. "Take that back, Y/N!"

"Never!" you squeal, trying to wriggle away from his tickling fingers. "You're the biggest softie in the world!" Seungcheol laughs and continues his assault, enjoying your reactions. "Say it, or I won't stop tickling you!"

"Okay, okay! You're a softie!" you finally give in between giggles. "But you're my softie." Seungcheol grins and kisses your nose, satisfied with your surrender. "That's better," he says, his hands now resting on your hips. "And yes, I'm your softie. Only yours." He pulls you in for a kiss, slow and sweet, before pulling away with a playful smirk. "But don't tell anyone, or I'll have to deny it."

"Your secret is safe with me," you promise, tracing patterns on his chest. "I wouldn't want anyone else to know how cute and cuddly you are." Seungcheol feigns a sigh of relief. "Good. I have a reputation to maintain, you know. The leader of Seventeen can't be seen as a big softie." He pauses for a moment, his expression turning serious. "But seriously, Y/N, thank you for accepting me for who I am. For loving me, flaws and all."

You kiss his nose again, feeling a surge of love for him. "I love every part of you, Cheol. The strong leader, the caring husband, the softie." Seungcheol's eyes soften as he looks at you, his heart swelling with emotion. "I love you too, more than words can say." He pulls you back down onto his chest, resuming the movie. "Now let's finish this and then maybe we can have some more cuddles in bed."

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threegoldfish · 23 hours ago

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The loss of physical contact is noted, but thankfully does not seem to cause Steven any discomfort; He's too focused on what they're talking about, and he's... feeling a lot better already, yes. Still worried, still sad, still a little panicked somewhere within himself - but Harrow promised to not sedate him, promised Steven wouldn't be restrained, and he's here, keeping him company.

All of that helps so, so much to make this more endurable, even though the nose (and a split lip, Steven assumes?) are certainly annoying him, yeah. So is that headache he still has... but... he can do this, it isn't as bad anymore as it was mere moments ago - the shock of not knowing where he is, why everything hurts the way it does, finally faded away enough to allow him to breathe more easily, have that tremble calm down with the seconds passing.

Another sigh, a glance back at that nose spray ... and Steven reaches for it, carefully, closes his fingers around the bottle to bring it close, read along the label. ---Says a bunch of stuff he has never heard of before, but... it does look like a normal nose spray, and it looks like they must've used it on him before. Hm.

"... I hope he won't feel weird w-when some random person's writing him all of a sudden." Thoughtful, again, without Steven taking his gaze away from the bottle; He opens it and then... uses it, one pump of that spray into each nostril. Honestly, Steven doesn't even know why he's aware of this being okay for him, or why he knows how to use it, but... he doesn't think about it, not at all, just grimaces a bit at the odd tickle it causes inside his nose. Ugh, that's... kinda disgusting! But... oh, he thinks he can already feel it working, the pressure easing a bit---

"I mean, I-I wouldn't feel weird, I would feel ... happy, y-yeah! Happy that someone wrote me! But... I know that other people don't a-always... agree with what I feel. So... I-I mean, I can try, yeah! maybe it would make him feel a bit... better?"

Gaze back on Harrow, something almost hopeful within those dark eyes - and Steven sniffles, honest to god sniffles, to which his eyes widen and that smile returns, attention back on the bottle of nose spray. "Oh, this helps!" Like a kid elated about something cool happening, Steven giggles a bit, decides to keep the bottle - putting it into the pocket of his sweatpants. "---N-not being able to breathe through the nose is... a-annoying, like, so much! Never get your nose hurt like that, doctor, it... i-it really sucks, yeah."

Another swallow, and Steven... looks back at Harrow, the man who had made his way over in the middle of the night just for him! That... oh gosh, makes him feel guilty again, causes Steven to take in the sight of him a bit more, the way he sits there---

"I...I can tell that you... rushed to see me." Sheepish, a little, with Steven clearing his throat, cheeks burning with shame. "I... appreciate it. A lot. I'm... sorry it happened. R-really am. I don't like being a burden, y'know? I... I-I prefer to handle things alone, so no one is getting annoyed or something... ---I'm okay now, I feel a lot better. You... don't need to stay. But..."

Another glance toward the nurse, then back at Harrow - something almost scared now there again, all over his still messy and bloody features, as he leans in a bit, eyes wide-open, pleading.

"---Can I... go back to my room, please? I... I-I don't wanna be alone with her, and... I... I really wanna... uhm." A nod toward his own bloody shirt. "...Clean up. Take a shower. Can you... c-can you give me the clear to do all of that? I... I think if I stay here with her, I'll just... y-y'know, panic again?"

Arthur’s chest tightened again, as he nodded once more. There was something softer in him, something almost sad; he didn’t like lying to Steven, didn’t like spinning careful half-truths. But it was the safest way to break to Steven what all was going on; let him know Marc, first. Let him get to know the man, before letting him know that they were one and the same; it would be too jarring to do it all at once. They’d do it in steps - and the same for Marc.

He had a suspicion that Marc knew more than he let on - but if the man didn’t, then he would need to be gently eased into it, as well.

“I think he’d love it,” Arthur promised. “But he might not know how to say it. He needs to hear that he’s not a bad man, that someone sees something good in him. And I think he’d like it, because I think you’d be very genuine about it. I think you’re very good at seeing the good in people, Steven. And that’s a rare gift.”

He smiled, both reassuring and simply happy that Steven’s speaking was calming down. Less stuttering, a bit smoother - longer sentences. He found comfort in being able to give care, perhaps; it could be good for Steven to have someone to talk to, to care for. And it’d be good for Marc to have someone like that - someone who could care for him with this genuine kindness, a friend at the end of things.

“You don’t have to say anything specific, if you don’t want to. You can just… write about yourself. Introduce yourself, tell him the stuff you like and what you don’t. If you’re a morning person or a night person. He might not write back right away, but I think he’ll read it. And I think that’d help him with a lot of stuff.”

He stayed rubbing Steven’s back for a few moments longer, before letting his hand drop, just to see how Steven handled the brief loss of physical comfort. Steven seemed to be doing better - but Arthur wouldn’t be leaving him alone for a bit, not until he knew that Steven would be fine on his own.

“As for the nurse… I’ll speak with her later, yeah. That’s not how we treat people here, there’s no excuse.” He’d yell at her, was what he’d do; he’d scream at her, would take this to higher ups. Treating anyone like that, violent or not— there was no excuse.

#preemptivejustice #threads & interactions; steven grant #(steven really needed all of this and he feels so much better already)#(...but also he wants to clean up so bad haha)

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pijjafairys · 1 day ago

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⚠️Trigger warning before read: contains depression, bad mental health⁠⁠, self-deprecating thoughts/negative self-talk⁠⁠, academic stress/anxiety⁠.⁠

The living room in your small apartment is totally a mess when you let him step inside. The scattered papers and your disheveled appearance answer the question in his mind. Your boyfriend, Nanami Kento, has come over to help you with your task. He carefully makes his way to the couch, avoiding the papers strewn across the floor.

You sit next to him, pressing your face into your palms. "I'm a failure," you mutter under your breath. He catches your words as he powers on his laptop. "What do you mean, sweetheart?" he asks gently, but you're too deep in your despair to respond.

In your final year of college, you feel completely lost in your major while your classmates seem to excel effortlessly. "I'm a failure. I can't do this anymore. I'm dumb and not worthy." You continue muttering these self-deprecating words into your palms. Nanami moves closer, placing his hands on your knees and rubbing them soothingly. "Sweetheart, hey, can you hear me?" His warm, gentle voice calls out, but your mind remains clouded with negative thoughts. "Sweetheart, look at me." After several attempts, he gently pulls your hands from your face and tilts your chin up. His eyes widen at the sight of your tear-streaked face. Cupping your cheeks, he wipes away your tears with his thumbs. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Do you want to talk about this? I'm all ears." You shake your head slightly, worried about being a burden. "I won't judge you, I promise." His words break down your defenses. Your lips quiver as fresh tears roll down your cheeks. He pulls you into an embrace, rubbing your back comfortingly.

Between sobs, clutching his shirt, you try to explain: "It's hard, the task. I feel lost and couldn't ask my friends for help because they were busy too. But when—when—" You struggle to continue, choking back sobs as you recall your recent text conversation with one friend. "When I showed my classmate my problems, he was shocked that I was still struggling so close to the deadline. He told me he'd finished ages ago, so—so—" You grip your trousers tightly, steadying yourself. "He's just working on the easier parts now, and he lectured me about doing the hardest parts first. And blah blah whatever." Looking up at him through tear-blurred eyes, you continue, "I didn't get any actual help, dear... Just his perspective, judgment, and a comparison to his progress..." Your voice was just barely a whisper when you said that. You pause to catch your breath, your hands trembling in his gentle grip as he soothes them with a gentle rub from his thumbs. After a deep breath, you add, "I know he didn't mean harm... but I feel so insignificant, and I keep wondering—why would he say that to me... And I keep questioning myself until now..."

And there he is, sitting nicely and quietly listening to your rambles with no judgment in his gaze. It’s just full of understanding in his gentle eyes, full of compassion and care. After a few minutes, he carefully ask you, "Are you finished, sweetheart? Or is there more you want to tell me?" his thumbs wiping your tears away. You shake your head and clean your nose with a tissue, feeling somewhat relieved after sharing your burden. With a gentle smile, he strokes your head affectionately. "Sweetheart, your current struggles don't define your future—we can find our true passion along life's journey. People switch careers even after spending years in a field, and you can too."

He paused for a moment, his intent gaze searching yours with warmth before continuing, "You'll find your own path in time. I know you're trying your hardest, and I believe in you completely. I'm so proud of how far you've come. Please don't put yourself down. I'm here to support you, cheer you on, and be proud of you." His sweet, gentle words comfort you as his knuckles brush your cheeks, and he tucks your hair behind your ears. "Let me help you with your task, okay? We'll go through it slowly—would you like that?" he asks softly.

You nod, earning a warm smile and soft sigh from him. He kisses the top of your head before pulling away. "Good girl," he says softly, helping you gather the scattered papers on the ground. Together, you spend hours organizing and solving problems. He patiently explains variables and methods, repeating explanations until you understand fully. The sun was half on the horizon, and the sky outside your apartment building was tinted with warm orange and red when you finished your task. You celebrate with claps and cheers, "Thank you so much for the help, dear. I won't finish that soon without your help." He stretches his weary limbs and ruffles your hair affectionately. "Good job, I'm very proud of you, you know? And please don't mind it, sweetheart. I knew you were smart and capable. I only help you by explaining the methods," he says with a warm smile. You give him a playful glare, blushing and grinning. "You are so cheeky..." you mumble shyly. He laughs and gently pinches your cheek. "There's my playful and precious girlfriend. Should we get your favorite dinner outside? Of course with ice cream for dessert to celebrate this."

Your evening concludes with a dinner date after completing your work together. Your boyfriend, Nanami Kento, a practicum assistant and top student in your major, has loved you from the beginning. Despite his busy schedule, he prioritizes you because he cherishes you as his girlfriend and values you more than anyone or even yourself, determined to help you feel valued and prevent you from falling into depression again—he won't risk losing you this time.

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makingfanfictionstosleep · 2 days ago

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meeting everyone officially for the first time

sylus

enigmatic, yet very chill, confident smirk plastered on his lips, one eyebrow raising from time to time while observing the rest of the boys, in silence and long term acceptance that he had to share.

he had known - through mephisto's surveillance. and been preparing ever since for this very day.

of course he's the one who brought up the idea of "sharing you" intimately, the rest just stares at him in disbelief (and silently - just in their heads, imagining you pressed up between them, and somewhat they don't reject the mental image, found it attractive even - much to caleb's surprise towards himself)

after he said his piece, he just goes back to silence.

zayne

elegant, poised - looking pristine as ever in his tailored suit, observing the group silently.

says his thoughts as if diagnosing the outcome, expresses in his monotone, "...while i don't particularly envision my relationship with her in this manner, i don't reject the idea... if that's what it takes to be with her. let's just be systematic and organized about this whole thing - calendars and schedule."

rafayel

sitting like a prince, arms crossed and brooding loudly (mostly because caleb is late and he hated waiting, also because thomas is threatening him not to be late again for the banquet in the afternoon), occasionally sends an impatient glare at each of the persons in the room just because he is petty and dramatic, also doesn't like the idea of sharing - but already accepted this whole ordeal cause he is too proud and greedy to let go.

"... as long as you don't cause her to be late, then maybe i'll be generous enough to agree."

"... also, don't you dare agree to adopt a kitten or i'll throw you to the sea."

caleb

in his uniform, rolling his eyes at sassy-rafayel, also glares occasionally at the rest because he rejects (initially) the idea of sharing you - emotionally and physically, aura commanding and self-assured, yet still managed to keep his chill vibe throughout.

"shut up sardine," he said playfully, then turned to the rest, "swear on your life that you'd keep her away from whatever danger lurks around her, from those who wanted her power, those who wanted to hurt her - then i have no qualms."

leans back, thinking that maybe having 5 powerful men surround you is better, anything to keep you safe and hidden from the dangers of the world... even if it means sharing you in all aspects.

xavier

silent throughout, the last to voice out his thoughts, looking at each of them in a calculating way, poised and in silent powerful command.

"we share her equally - no secrets, no jealousy and on her terms," he pauses to let it sink in, "and if she shares about her experiences with each other, we let her and we accept it. also, i don't mind sharing her physically."

the rest stares at him, surprised that beneath his quiet and humble demeanor, lies a different personality that no one ever expected.

and of course, collectively the four of them said, "pervert."

caleb adds, "can't promise that there won't be any fights from time to time, you understand that right, pipsqueak?" he said with a smirk as he lifted his necklace to his lips.

and you? listening through the tracker that you have installed in caleb's necklace, giggling at them and surprised that caleb knew about it, touched that they're making an effort to accommodate this whole set up.

there's a certain warmth in your heart that bloomed - thinking fondly of each of them, how you have created a family in this ridiculous set up.

and your nights will definitely be busy from now on.

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ot7stan4life · 2 days ago

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It’s Not Wrong - Part 2

Dreamcatcher (OT7) x Female Reader

(2 parts - ongoing ⚠️)

Word Count: 5450

Summary: As the 8th member of Dreamcatcher, you struggle with your growing attraction towards your members, because, in your mind, loving seven different people isn’t natural and couldn’t possibly be considered acceptable by any normal human being… so why would they be okay with it?

Click here to read part 1

Warnings: sexual content

A/N: FINALLY I updated this. Only took me a couple years 😭 (I also had a decent chunk of it written already and it still took me literally 10 hours to finish this today- thank god I didn’t have work). I honestly don’t know how I feel about it, so I’d love for you guys to give me some feedback if you have any! I’m just really attached to and proud of the first part so I always felt like nothing I could write will ever live up to that. But maybe you’ll love it. Who knows?

SOMETHING I WANTED TO SAY: I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive. I’ve been working on stuff here and there but ever since I graduated college, I’ve really been struggling to write. But I do see your messages and even if I don’t post a reply to them, just know that I really REALLY appreciate your support and your kind words and even your requests. I promise I am not ignoring them! Like I said, I just haven’t been writing much lately but I’m hoping I’ll be able to put out more stuff soon. Thanks again. Your comments and messages mean the world to me.

Also, HAPPY UAU DEBUT!! 🥳

I definitely think the Minji I’ve written here feels like current Minji and it was supposed to be like 2018 Minji but let’s just ignore that little inconsistency 🤡

"We have a schedule in the morning. You shouldn't be up right now," Minji said sternly as she watched Siyeon and I frantically untangle from each other.

I was too embarrassed to reply and Siyeon mumbled something I didn't quite catch as she stood from the couch. Whatever it was made Minji glare at her as she turned around to lend me a hand up. I accepted, allowing her to pull me to my feet, and stood there frozen, doing everything in my power to avoid Minji's intimidating stare. Siyeon didn't seem too phased by the older member's behavior when they made eye contact and proceeded to casually walk past her on her way back to their shared room.

While Minji's attention was off of me, I seized the opportunity to sneak past her in the hopes that I could avoid what awkward confrontation I'm sure was awaiting me. Only, I didn't make it very far.

"Not you," she grabbed my forearm and my heart stopped. I couldn't even will myself to look at her.

Siyeon took a few steps back towards us, drawing my eyes over to her. As if Minji wasn't even there, she took my arm from her grasp and pulled me into her for a hug. Though maybe a little awkward in the timing, the sentiment seemed genuine, yet I couldn't make myself relax into her embrace knowing another pair of eyes was on us.

Sensing my tenseness, Siyeon whispered, "It's just Minji, she won't bite... probably."

Probably?! I wanted to yell, glancing over to see the woman in question eyeing our movements like a hawk. But I stayed silent, swallowing thickly and feeling every inch of my body tingle with nervousness.

When Siyeon pulled back, she gently grabbed my chin so that I was staring at her instead. Without ever once glancing at Minji, she closed the distance between us to kiss me lightly. I could practically feel the leader's gaze searing holes into the sides of our heads while Siyeon drug it out, taking her sweet time before pulling away.

She smirked, satisfied with herself and then said, loud enough for Minji to hear, "Sweet dreams, babygirl."

The vocalist didn't stay a second longer to witness the aftermath, slipping into her room and throwing me like bait into the lion's cage to fend for myself. It was a petty move, but I knew she was doing it to rile Minji up so that maybe she'd do something about it and make a move on me. Now all I could manage to do was stand there, too afraid to make eye contact with her in fear that she might pounce on me at any moment.

Though, as the silence drug on for a moment, the guilt was fast to creep in when I remembered Siyeon's words about Minji's reaction to my kiss with Sua. She had already been forced to witness me kissing another member and now this? I wasn't totally sure how I'd react in her case, but I probably wouldn't feel too great seeing someone else kissing any of the women I loved.

"Unnie-" I attempted to form an apology, but she was quick to cut me off.

"No," she said coldly.

I finally looked up at her, shocked to find her eyes had turned so dark that they'd become unrecognizable: that little hint of light always shining in them now extinguished.

"I just want to sa-"

"You're supposed to be asleep," she demanded.

I took a step towards her, trying desperately to explain myself. "I know, but if you'd just let me-"

"Why do you think this is acceptable when we have practice in three hours?" Her deep tone of voice resonated through the halls and made me shiver. She had never spoken to me like that.

I grew infinitely more uneasy now realizing how mad she truly was. "I'm sorry, okay? I just... I couldn't sleep." I looked down.

Though it seemed obvious she wanted to make another remark, my change in demeanor seemed to render her mute for the moment.

"My mind races constantly the second I shut my eyes," I admitted, unable to keep these feelings to myself any longer. "I've just been so stressed lately and I can't stop overthinking. I thought getting up would help clear my mind and then Siyeon-" I stopped when I caught her jaw clench in my peripheral at the mention of her best friend's name. I sighed sadly, feeling ashamed that I had upset her so deeply. "I'm sorry. I'll just go," I finally gave up and started to walk away.

"Wait," her voice stopped me in my tracks.

I just stared ahead into the dark hallway, bracing myself for more scolding.

Except... it never came.

After a beat of silence, she let out a reluctant breath. I turned around to face her. It took a second for her to look up at me, but once she did, I could tell from the way her eyes softened that she had finally pushed her jealousy to the side—at least for the time being—and was now only concerned with my wellbeing.

To my surprise, she simply observed me for a moment, as if debating her next move, and then said, "We'll discuss this later. Try and get some rest, okay?"

I didn't have time to reply or even react to her sudden mood switch before she grabbed my cheek and boldly leaned in to place a lingering kiss dangerously close to my lips. I stood there in shock, feeling both my chest and the spot on my cheek burn as I watched her back away and bite her lip while staring at my own. She seemed to have to force herself to walk away, her body stuttering with almost every move back to her room, as if she was fighting the urge to run back and push me against the wall just to smash her lips into mine.

But she never did. And I was left alone in the hallway, feeling more confused and conflicted than ever.

This really was gonna be harder than I thought.

Almost a week had passed since my confession to Siyeon—if you could even call it that—which also meant almost a week had passed since the incident with Minji. And, as expected, I had spent those several days on edge, constantly wondering when and how the eventual confrontation would go. She said we would 'talk about this later,' but a busy idol life combined with a tiny dorm didn't exactly grant us much time or privacy to make that 'later' happen anytime soon.

It also didn't help that, on top of Minji's nearly-impossible-to-read stares that she would constantly shoot me in practice, Sua and Siyeon were also shooting me stares, but for very different reasons. If a person could be capable of feeling every emotion possible all at the same exact time, that person was me this past week. Which, of course, led all the other members to start staring now that it had become obvious something was bothering me.

I was off my game, even in practice when I normally found it so easy to escape from my emotions through the music and performance. Now I was dancing out of time, missing my vocal cues, and mixing up my lyrics. I could only get away with using exhaustion as an excuse the first few times, then it started to become concerning.

"You sure you don't need to sit out for today and rest?" Our choreographer, Sooyeon, asked, placing her hand on my back as I leaned over to grab my water bottle and rag. She had just called a five minute break from learning our new comeback choreography after I managed to throw the entire group off yet again by starting my rap break out of time.

"No, it's okay," I replied breathless, turning to her. "I'm sorry, I'm just..." through the reflection in the mirror behind her, I caught at least three pairs of eyes staring at me. "...a little distracted."

"It's okay, just try to rid those things from your mind. You know, I always find it helpful to..." she continued talking, but her voice faded to the background as my mind became entirely preoccupied with a scene playing out in a shaded corner of the room away from everyone else.

In the mirror, I watched as the woman—who was supposedly angry with me—reached down to the hem of her shirt and slowly began tugging it upwards, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time. Gradually she revealed her toned stomach that flexed tauntingly with each heavy inhale of her breath before pulling the thin shirt over her head, giving me a sickening view of her skimpy sports bra hugging her chest so tightly that even across the room I could see the not-so-subtle curve of her breasts peeking from the top. She tilted her head back, allowing the dim light to catch the golden layer of sweat shimmering across her body and highlighting the muscles of her neck and arms. Her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth opened slightly as she drug her shirt across her neck and down her chest to dry herself. It was obvious she knew I was watching as she pretended to 'accidentally' tug on the top of her bra to reveal more of her chest to me and bit her lip at the sensation of her shirt brushing across it.

"Sound good?" A hand landed on my shoulder, jolting my attention back to the woman standing in front of me.

"Huh?" I said, stupidly, now registering where I was. I swallowed quickly, noticing an unusual amount of saliva built up in my mouth, before restating, "I mean, yeah. Of course, sounds good. I will... work on that." I pressed my lips together into a forced smile, hoping she didn't just catch on to the fact that I had not heard a single word she just said.

To my relief, she smiled brightly. "Great! Well, in that case, back to practice," she punctuated her words with a clap and started walking back over to the speaker.

Now that she had left, I glanced back into the mirror only to be met with an empty corner of the room. Mildly disappointed, I sighed and raised my water bottle to take a much needed drink of water. Halfway through the sip, a soft hand stopped me and pulled it from my lips. Minji's dark hair came into view, along with the confident smirk now plastered on her face. Her eyes were somehow both dark and playful as she seemed to take pleasure in watching my cheeks turn red as I nervously swallowed the bit of water still in my mouth.

She didn't waste a second in placing my water bottle against her own lips and tilting it back to take a drink of her own. Somehow she managed to make such an innocent gesture feel so explicit as she drank, allowing a little to spill down her chin. I failed miserably at fighting the urge to watch the water drip all the way down her neck and to her chest and regretted it the second I did. Suddenly I found myself wishing it was just me and her in this practice room so nobody else could judge the things I wanted to do to her.

Like she knew exactly what I was thinking, she finished with one final swallow and pulled the bottle away from her mouth just to stare at me expectantly as the water continued to drip from her chin. "Well, aren't you gonna clean up the mess you've made?" she said in a low, sensual tone.

I nearly choked on air at the very obvious double meaning in her words while, of course, she simply grinned at the shocked look on my face. Was she seriously implying that messing with me was making her turned on?

"Clearly I meant this," she teased, taking the rag that I had forgotten was even in my hand and placing it on her chin. "What else could I have meant?" She feigned innocence, tilting her head with a playful smile while rubbing the rag over her neck.

My eyes squinted at her, equally annoyed, frustrated, aroused, and confused. How can she be screaming at me one day and trying to seduce me the next?

She pressed the now wet rag against my chest for me to take and sent me a wink before spinning around and skipping off when Sooyeon called us back to practice. I shook my head at her bizarre antics and turned to follow, noticing a certain main vocalist laughing nearby, clearly having seen at least the ending of what just went down. Nice to know she finds it funny. This was partially her fault.

Ridding the whole thing from my mind as best as I could, I took my place to start the song. Surprisingly, it went well for a few more runs and I was definitely improving. Well, that is, until Minji decided to continue her attempt to seduce me by somehow making the moves to an emotional song about being trapped in a dream sexy. I tried to ignore it by looking dead ahead at myself in the mirror, but then she'd start adding unnecessary contact between us, brushing her hand across my shoulder or thigh when we were next to each other in the formation.

Luckily I managed to make it to (what Sooyeon claimed would be) the final run of the day before we had to head to our individual schedules. Even with my little hiccups, we had finally gotten the choreo down pretty well, so Sooyeon wanted to film it for us to analyze before next practice. Given this information, we all seemed to subconsciously agree that we'd actually try to take it more seriously. Even Minji didn't seem to be pulling any tricks this time and we started off well.

As we were reaching the second chorus of the song following my verse, we had to quickly transition to the next formation. It was one of the fastest transitions in the choreo and required me to take several swift steps backwards in between two other members on the exact right beat before they closed the gap. We had done it many times slowed down because one of us would usually run into the other, but as we gradually sped the song up to its normal tempo, we managed to pull it off so far.

This time, however, I hit the steps just before the transition with my feet a little too close together, causing one of my shoelaces to loosen. By the time I realized, I had already made one step backwards with my planted foot holding the shoelace down with all my weight. The foot I tried to move only made it half as far until it stopped mid air and I lost my balance. I fell faster than anyone could react and instinctively tried to catch myself with my hands extending out behind me. Only, one hand didn't land right on the ground and the force of my weight on it sent a searing pain through my wrist.

I cried out and rolled over to clutch my hand to my chest. The members all exclaimed in shock and immediately ran over to me while someone else in the room went to turn the music off. Even after all this, Minji was the very first one at my side, placing her hand on my face and asking if I was okay.

I groaned as the pain throbbed and took deep breaths for a moment to try to compose myself enough to respond. I knew if I started crying the members would only panic more and assume the worst, so I sucked the tears back in.

"I'm okay," I said, but my voice came out strained, unconvincing. I rolled over a bit and Minji brushed the hair from my eyes so that I could see her face.

Strangely, in that moment, the pain seemed to numb a bit as I stared into her caring eyes filled with concern. I wasn't focused on anything but the cute pout on her lips and the way her eyebrows furrowed over her sparkly eyes. This was the Minji I knew. Or perhaps I was just beginning to discover more sides of her that I didn't know existed. Even in her anger and jealousy. Even in her calculated seduction. It was all truly her. And I was about to learn a lot more about her than I realized.

After my fall, some of the members insisted on calling the doctor, but I convinced them it wasn't that serious and that if it still hurt in the morning, then I would go. Still, they didn't take no for an answer when suggesting I take the rest of the day off to relax at the dorm. As expected, Minji volunteered to stay with me after getting permission to skip her individual schedule for the day. At first I believed when she said it was only because she wanted to help doctor my wound and didn't want to leave me alone while I was injured—and though I still believed that was part of it—I started to realize she was also taking her opportunity to get me alone.

The tension was evident the second we entered the silence of the dorm. She dragged me into the kitchen and directed me to the short part of the counter. "Sit," she commanded in a serious tone and turned around to start grabbing the first-aid supplies she thought she'd need. Recognizing the change in her expression, I didn't dare disobey or even respond.

I took a seat and held my wrist in my lap with my other hand. She came over a second later with a bandage, an ice pack, and some medicine in her hands. Without hesitation, she stood between my legs, clearly perfectly comfortable with being in my personal space. I thought I had become used to it, but my heartbeat started racing as she leaned in close to place the items on the counter next to me. It didn't help that the height of this counter made it so that we were perfectly face to face.

She leaned back so she was standing up straight and reached out to touch my forearm. It reminded me of the moment she had grabbed that same arm a week ago to stop me from retreating to my room after she caught me with Siyeon. I couldn't even begin to know what was going on in her mind. It had become increasingly obvious over the last few days that she wanted to be with me, but I wondered if she also felt betrayed by me. Or Siyeon. Or even Sua.

As she started gently wrapping the bandage around my wrist to give it support, I watched her face so concentrated on the action and began to realize something. She didn't know what Siyeon did. She didn't know that I loved her too. That I loved all seven of them. So, of course from her perspective, she's probably devastated that I chose either of them over her. That's why she had been so desperate to get my attention, maybe she thought I didn't look at her the same way I looked at them. Which was ridiculous to even consider. How could I not look at her like that?

She must've felt me staring, because, when she finished with the bandage, she took a step back and looked up to catch my gaze. Her expression was soft in that moment. Delicate like how she was handling my wrist. But I watched her eyes change as she glanced at my lips. First to longing, then a mix of something between sadness, anger, and possibly even lust. I stood up from the counter and took one timid step backwards towards the kitchen exit, feeling the urge to run away before she did her damage. Those mood swings were confusing me to no end and I was never sure how she'd react. But her next words kept me in place.

"You know, the walls here are thin," she said lowly, looking back down at my wrist as I cradled it in my hand.

I fidgeted with my bandage, feeling mildly embarrassed and afraid for where this was probably leading. "Unnie-" I tried to apologize once again, but it's clear that wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"No, it's okay." She looked up at me, forcing a smile on her face that I saw right through. "What you do in your downtime is none of my business," she said. "But, if you really want privacy..." She took a step towards me and I took a couple back. "...you should at least learn to be quiet."

I gasped when my back came into contact with the wall. She took the chance to abruptly close the gap with her hands on my waist, pushing her body flush against mine so I was pinned against the wall. "Cause I could tell how turned on you were all the way from my room," she whispered into my ear, her right hand pressing flat against the bare skin just above my waistband. I held my breath, feeling her nose brush against my neck. I had no time to even be embarrassed by her words. Her other hand traveled up my body, teasingly brushing over my chest and planting itself at the base of my neck where her fingers traced slowly across my collarbones.

"Do you like how she touches you, hm?" The jealousy dripped from her tone as her hands continued to explore my body. No words escaped my mouth. I just held onto her waist helplessly while one hand moved up my neck in a tantalizingly slow motion, her fingertips tingling every nerve on my skin. She pressed further into me with her other hand against my chest, her head tilted so that her lips now ghosted over mine. "Do you like how she kisses you?" she breathed out, her voice quieter, yet somehow more intimidating. Her thumb moved to slowly brush across my bottom lip, her eyes following every movement.

"Is she better than me?" she whispered so quietly that I almost couldn't make out her words. Her eyes flicked up to mine and now I could see this wasn't all teasing. It was obvious she was genuinely debating these these questions all along.

I didn't know how to answer her with words, so I tried to convey my feelings to her the only other way I could think of. My lips meeting hers was all it took for her to release her pent up emotions on me. The first kiss was timid from her, almost as if she couldn't believe I had done it, but after that, she didn't hold back. She gripped the back of my neck tightly and kissed me so forcefully and desperately that I thought she might rip my lips right off my face. She barely even pulled back after each kiss, never wanting to disconnect our lips. And even when she gave us a break, it was never long enough to actually catch a proper breath.

By the time she slipped her tongue past my lips, it was clear she wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. Though I still barely knew what I was doing, I tried my best to keep up, which was proving difficult given how lightheaded she was making me. My hands moved downward to feel the skin underneath her shirt and she seemed to follow suit, moving hers to brush across my collarbones and pull at my shirt.

It wasn't until I felt the cool dorm air against my skin that I realized she was unbuttoning my shirt. Momentarily shocked, I released her lips and reached up to grab one of her hands. She instinctively linked her fingers with mine, and before either of us could realize it was my injured hand, she went to pin it against the wall and connect our lips once more.

I almost instantly winced in pain and she pulled back just as fast, letting go of my wrist. "I'm sorry," she rushed out, retracting herself from me, "I'm so sorry, I completely forgot, I-"

"Hey, hey," I grabbed one of her hands with my good hand and pulled her closer, "it's okay. I forgot, too." She looked so concerned that I was afraid she might start crying. She tried to take a step away from me again and kept apologizing. "Look at me," I pulled her closer again and put my hand on her cheek, "It's okay, unnie. I promise I'm okay."

She just stared at me with sad eyes like a pitiful puppy, so I leaned in slowly to kiss her pout off her face. She hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist in the end and melted into me.

We both pulled back and I said, "see, now this is definitely helping make the pain go away."

She laughed cutely and leaned in to kiss me again. We shared a few more kisses, this time showing me that she was capable of being gentle. Once I was satisfied, I pulled her into my embrace, resting my head on her shoulder.

"You know..." I started, holding her around her torso as she squeezed me tightly around the shoulders.

"Hm?" she hummed.

"You're really scary when you're jealous," I whispered.

She laughed, still hugging me close. "Really?"

I had to resist scoffing at her. "What do you mean really?" I exclaimed and leaned back, causing her to do the same. "I was sure you were gonna murder me that night. And earlier." Even though I was mostly joking, she still seemed guilty.

She sighed. "I know, and I'm really sorry. For that and for yelling at you," she frowned and placed her hand on my face. "There's nothing I regret more. Especially when you told me how stressed you had been. I wished I had known what you were going through before." Her eyes sparkled with sadness as she looked over my features and rubbed her thumb across my cheek. "Normally you come to me when you're struggling with something. I guess I just thought it would be the same with this."

She was right, I did always come to her first when something was troubling me. As our leader, I always felt like I could confide in her and I wanted her to feel the same with me. We told each other everything. So I understood why seeing me with Siyeon must've hurt her. Though, it seems more obvious now that Minji knew all along that I liked more than just Siyeon or Sua. But I can't blame her for questioning whether I liked her too, that's all I can seem to do lately when it comes to them.

"You wanted me to come to you first," I teased in an attempt to lighten the mood, though this revelation admittedly made my heart hurt. Maybe I should've gone to her first. I was sure a lot of sleepless nights could've been avoided.

A small laugh left her mouth at the accusation. "Maybe." She smiled sadly and I didn't waste a moment before kissing it off her face.

"No, you're right though. I probably would've," I said softly after I pulled back, my nose touching hers. "I just didn't really plan on telling any of you." She frowned and tucked my hair behind my ear as she looked at me sympathetically. "It just kinda happened." I shrugged.

"Well, I'm glad it did," she said honestly, making us both smile. "Even though I wasn't first." Her smile faded.

"Sorry," I said seriously.

She laughed and kissed me. "Mm, I think I'm okay with it now," she mumbled against my lips before stealing another and moving her hands down to grab my waistband.

I allowed her kiss me for the next few minutes, just holding onto her neck and enjoying the feeling of her being in control. She didn't slow down, now pushing me blindly across the dorm until my back hit my bed and she was on top of me, making out with me.

"Oh my god," I whispered after bearing a few more minutes of her relentless attacks. My head laid back into my pillow, already overwhelmed by how good she was at kissing.

"What?" Minji giggled, turning her head to try and get a look at my face.

"I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to this," I said, breathless.

She propped her head up with her hand and looked down at me. "Well, you know what they say," she smiled. I just stared at her, waiting for the punchline. "Practice makes perfect." Her smile shifted to a smirk when a blush set into my cheeks.

"I thought you said I needed to rest," I teased.

"Well..." she paused a moment, leaning in and watching her fingers brush across my jaw. "We've both gone without sleep before, I think we'll survive." She concluded like it was a good enough reason and captured my lips once again.

I didn't make an effort to stop her. She was quick to deepen the kiss and my heart burned at the feeling of her tongue in my mouth. I slipped my hands underneath her shirt and resisted the urge to groan at the way her smooth stomach felt against my fingers. She eventually pulled back and helped me take her shirt off with my one working hand. I only got a split second to admire her before she leaned back down and moved her lips to my neck with purpose.

"You're so pretty," she whispered in my ear, stealing my line and yet still making my heart flutter. She gripped my hair and a small whine instinctively slipped past my lips at the action, making her loosen her fingers. "Is this okay?" she asked softly, placing delicate, wet kisses along my neck that slowly became rougher the further down they got.

"Yes," I replied, voice weak, now clutching her waist in the hopes that it might ground me.

Once she reached the base of my neck, her warm, slick lips started sucking down harshly on my pulse point. I gasped, reaching a hand up to rest on her jawline. The sensation that came from the suction of her lips against my throat was so intense that I could practically feel it throughout my entire body. My heartbeat throbbed painfully in my veins and my brain was lost in the clouds.

The unreleased tension her kisses had slowly been building up in me now became unbearable and I was unable to think straight, shifting my position to find some friction on Minji's thigh. The almost painful feeling of the older woman marking me up in tandem with the sudden pressure of her leg against my center once she realized what I wanted sent a feeling of pleasure like I had never experienced before rushing through my body. The overwhelming sensation forced a moan from my throat and I could feel Minji inhale sharply against my neck as her nails clung harder to my scalp. There was no doubt in my mind she reacted that way because she could feel just how wet she had made me through my shorts on her bare thigh.

Right as she leaned up to kiss my lips and drag her hand down to my waistband, we heard the sound of voices in the hall and the front door slamming. We both abruptly backed away from the kiss, but Minji couldn't make a move to get off of me before Dami entered the room.

"Are you oka-" the short haired woman froze the second she saw both of us shirtless in bed and I wanted to disintegrate off the face of the planet at the embarrassed look on her face. "Oh, sorry," she looked away immediately and started walking back into the hall.

Minji stood up to quickly put her shirt on and run after her while I just laid there, mumbling a curse word while placing my hands over my face.

Why did this have to keep happening?

To Be Continued…

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miss0atae · 2 days ago

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Everyone had already guessed it right, but Tam didn't break up with Phi because he didn't love him anymore. However, from the flashbacks we've learned that he knew, in advance that he would have to break up with him. That's why he asked him to keep going and made sure to get that promise from him. He knew he would make him sad and he wanted Phi to succeed in his first endeavor as a presenter.

Tam at the airport was heartbroken to leave his boyfriend behind, but he still did it anyway and for a very long time. He left without saying anything to anyone in Thailand: neither his coworkers, his friends or his boyfriend knew anything about the reason he did it. I wonder if Yong has any idea why because he contacted him when Phi needed a new producer, so in a way, he knew where he was. However, he hasn't said anything about it. If he knew and saw what the lie did to Phi, why would he keep the secret?

There is definitely a reason why Tam left. However, he doesn't seem ready to tell anyone the why. Even when Phi broke down and begged him to finally explain himself, Tam told him he wasn't ready. My theory is maybe that he was sick. A bit cliché, but I believe he didn't want Phi to know about. I also thought it could be something about his family, but it doesn't seem like something he could not say to Phi. Whatever it is, it's something he couldn't tell to his loved ones. Why Tam isn't ready to tell anything?

I'm so curious because this is the trigger of the main conflict in the story: Phi lost himself after the break up and since then he hasn't been able to accomplish anything. Tam probably thought leaving him was the best choice, but in the end, it hurt both of them. Until they talk about it, and even if the feelings are still there, they won't be able to rekindled their passion after being separated for several years. They need a proper conversation about this.

#thai series #bl series #bl drama #thai bl #my thoughts #the ex morning #the ex morning the series #the ex-morning #phitam #phitawan #episode 3

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ssentimentals · 3 days ago

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f1 pairings as famous love tropes: kimi antonelli x oliver bearman

magical realism (hate spell)

and oh my darling, i could never hate you cause hating you will kill me more

kimi is not usually the one to overreact in front of an audience, but when team witch sylvia calmly announces that he's been hit with a hate spell and therefore needs to stay hidden in this tiny closet, he doesn't think anyone can blame him for screaming 'what?' on top of his lungs. sylvia doesn't look like she's joking and kimi has a sickening feeling that this is not some elaborate prank by his team. just to be on a safe side though, he clarifies: 'this is not a joke, yes?'

sylvia sighs and shakes her head. 'it's very serious, kimi. thank god i sensed our safety barriers breaking and found you first.' seeing as youngest driver doesn't fully believe her, she adds grimly: 'bono was out there calling you names and promising to resign if they won't move him to another driver.'

kimi blinks. holy - 'bono hates me?' he lets out, voice just shy of breaking.

'my dear, everyone hates you right now. and some people get aggressive when they're in this mood-'

'hence you trapping me in this closet.' he looks around, wrapping arms around himself. 'what's the plan?'

sylvia winces and oh, sickening feeling in his chest only grows bigger. god, he knew he should've listened to his mother all those times when she told him to be careful and never forget to keep up his protection barrier. sylvia reaches out and rubs his shoulder in a way that makes it very clear he's about to hear something he won't like.

'i can't do much about it,' she admits, looking guilty. 'this curse should wear off in a day, but i can't- i'm sorry, kimi. i can hold up protection barrier around you until me and other witches get you safely back to your hotel room, but that's it.'

kimi feels too many things at once and his inability to focus on one certain emotion somehow cancels out all of his feelings, leaving only hollowness behind. 'is...everyone affected?' he asks in a small voice.

the answer to this question is not simple as he finds out later, following sylvia and her team when they lead him through some hidden exits back to the hotel. the spell works in a way that it affects everyone in the area of where it was casted; we suspect it's the whole paddock, sylvia informs him. kimi kind of wants to die after hearing it.

'it doesn't work on those who love you,' she continues as if it's any consolation. 'for example, if your parents were here it certainly wouldn't have worked on them.'

'but it worked on bono?' kimi holds the door open for her to come in on autopilot. 'bono doesn't-'

he doesn't finish that sentence. his own naivety is so apparent that he's too embarrassed to even look up and see pity in sylvia's gaze. of course bono doesn't love him. he's not lewis, they don't have any long standing history, he is just a nice young kid for bono. and it's fine, it should be fine, kimi knows. only it is not - his chest tightens uncomfortably and huge lumps forms in his throat, making it hard to talk. if bono hates him, does toto hate him too? he's not ready to hear the answer to this question. do all other drivers hate him too?

'it doesn't work when it's true love,' sylvia says once the elevator doors close. 'like parental love or romantic love. unfortunately, it affects your friends because friendship bond is not the same as romantic one.'

'so my friends hate me too?' kimi asks miserably, pulling out his room card.

'just for a day, kimi, i promise.' sylvia sounds pained like it's hurting her too and kimi feels bad for making her feel this guilty. he nods and she comes into his hotel room for the last instructions. 'okay, so just like we discussed: you're not leaving this room for today. order room service, text me if you need anything, but just stay inside. all teams were informed of this and necessary actions will be taken my each team's witch to ensure your safety. no one will bother you.' her expression softens and she reaches out, stroking his shoulder gently. 'just one day, dear.'

kimi nods. when sylvia leaves, he stay frozen for some moments, just standing in the middle of his room. hate spell. it sounds so farfetched from the reality that kimi is not even sure he fully believes in it. can there be a world where everyone hates him? his mind drifts to his team and then to the rest of the drivers and a pained groan leaves his mouth as ollie's face pops in his mind. god no. just thinking about the possibility of his best friend hating him makes his stomach churn unpleasantly with a threat to empty its insides at the very same second. ollie can't hate him. it's impossible - kimi lets out a laugh in disbelief. his ollie, ollie bearman, his tall and lanky puppy faced beautiful friend -

'mio dio,' kimi groans, falling face first on the bed.

it doesn't take him long to spiral. he's very reliant on the support from outside and to know that he doesn't have one even if it's just for the day is hurtful enough to make him want to curl up in a ball and cry. what really does it for him though, what makes tears fall from his eyes is the image of ollie looking at him with pure hatred in his eyes. ollie not coming up to hug him but staying back instead, his mouth full of mean and cruel words instead of the usual compliments or light-hearted jokes. his heart breaks at two when his imagination unhelpfully supplies him with different scenarios with one similar ending - ollie breaking off his friendship with him. and it's- kimi sits up and dry heaves in panic. his chest feels three times smaller and taking a breath becomes a hard task as he tries and tries to get his heartbeat under control. kimi has lots of friends, but in f1 there's only one person who is dear to him, who kimi always unconsciously searches for wherever he goes, whose presence makes his chest feel lighter, whose smile instantly makes him happy. oliver bearman can be a rightful pain the ass at some moments, but if someone would put a gun on his head kimi can sincerely admit that this tall red cheeked boy is the reason for... it all, really. from the moment they met in monza to then moving to f2 and battling there, kimi always had ollie. around him, behind him, next to him. ollie was everywhere and soon he became everything - little by little he filled kimi's world until racing didn't seem complete without him. sometimes, when kimi is overly sentimental, he thinks that it's destiny. that god looked at him once and thought that he'll need someone else beside him in this madness of f1 and then promptly shoved oliver into the picture.

on shaky legs he gets up and rushes to the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water. calming down is not a very strong suit of his, but stress of the situation and weight of his thoughts very soon just knock him out to a restless slumber. kimi wakes up after an hour to an incessant ringing of his phone. without really looking he picks up, groggily muttering 'hello'.

'are you actually sleeping?' ollie asks, voice high and indignant like kimi's committing a crime. 'i passed your paddock, george is filming some content and you're lazing your ass off on bed!'

kimi shoots up from the bed so quickly that he blacks out for a moment. when his vision comes back to him and the room is not spinning, he scrambles for the phone that he dropped, gaping. 'ollie?' he calls, too shocked to care what his friend called him. 'ollie, is it you?'

'no, it's esteban's engineer, laura.' he deadpans and kimi knows that he rolled his eyes. 'of course it's me. i got us few quesadillias and if you're not gonna say anything to our trainers then i won't too.'

kimi pauses. ollie sounds like he usually does. he doesn't sound like he hates him, which is... weird and suspicious. 'where were you?' kimi asks, chewing on his bottom lip. 'have you heard the news?'

'hm? what news? i was at our hospitality the whole time, kinda also fell asleep there. woke up and everyone was gone for some urgent meeting and i thought that while everyone is busy, you and me could finally eat something delicious. these quesadillas are-'

'ollie, don't you know what happened?' kimi interrupts, voice filled with urgency. 'about hate spell? no one told you?'

'what hate spell? someone was cursed?'

ollie sounds too sincere in his confusion for it to be fake. kimi knows that right now his friend's head is tilted a little to the right and his eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth does this funny thing whenever he's confused, when the right corner lifts just a little but left one stays the same. kimi sort of hates how he knows all of this.

'anyway, i'm at the lobby now, so i'll be at yours in a few. room number 1287, right? i'm coming right up.'

kimi is too stunned to say anything at first; by the time his brain catches up with the program, ollie finished the call. with disbelief painting his features, kimi stands up and walks to the door, opening it carefully. sylvia told him not to do it, but- it's ollie. ollie, who doesn't know about hate spell and who's coming to bring him quesadillas like he's not affected. ollie, whose smile gets wider the second he walks out of the elevator and notices kimi. ollie, who doesn't look like he's coming closer to strangle kimi because he hates him.

'they are still warm!' he announces delightfully, shoving box to kimi's chest. 'i think we can also order room service? fries would be nice.'

there's nothing unusual in ollie. he still looks at kimi with sparkling eyes and awfully endearing expression on his face like he's extremely happy right now. he still smells like something too sweet, his cheeks are still colored in a rosy blush and this sight still melts kimi's heart a little. or a lot.

'ollie, when you were in the paddock?' kimi asks, not moving from the door and not letting his friend in. sylvia said that everyone in the paddock was affected. everyone. 'the whole time? from the morning? did you leave at some point, went back to the hotel?'

ollie, despite his obvious confusion, instead of questioning kimi back simply answers all of the questions: 'yeah, from the morning. i left it only like now? to come here. why? you're being weird, man.'

kimi is about to get even weirder, unfortunately. because now his mind is chewing on the 'it doesn't work when it's true love, like parental love or romantic love' part and refuses to let it go. his heart refuses to let it go. 'what do you feel right now?' he asks, no- demands.

ollie blinks. 'i'm... uh, hungry?'

kimi closes his eyes. god, give me strength. 'anything else?' he presses on insistently. god, give me strength to see it for what it is. 'do you feel like, i don't know- like you hate me?'

kimi swallows. god, please, let this be real. ollie looks at him like he thinks kimi lost his mind. 'kimi, what's going on?' he asks and this time he sounds concerned. ollie takes one step closer. 'what kind of question is that?'

'so you don't hate me?' kimi asks and his voice breaks at the end.

ollie, bless him, doesn't start laughing. nor does he walk away. something in kimi's voice must have made him feel like this is serious, so he answers in the most ollie way possible: 'kimi, i could never hate you. what are you on about?'

i could never hate you. the only reason why kimi somehow doesn't start crying is because he's too shocked to fully understand and process his emotions. 'even if i take you out on the race?'

ollie huffs. 'i mean, i'd pretty pissed at you.' he then shakes his head and looks at kimi with so much fondness that kimi finally understands why his friends called him oblivious and stupid. 'but i still wouldn't hate you.'

'never?' kimi whispers, shaking like a leaf. he feels like his whole life depends on this answer.

'are you in those sentimental moods of yours?' ollie sends him small smile that is reserved only for those he truly cares about. he then proceeds to break kimi's heart in two with simple: 'never, kimi. i don't think a universe in which i hate you exists.'

his heart breaks in two and ollie doesn't even know it. just like he doesn't know how one part of kimi's heart moves right into his hands. ollie doesn't know but kimi is sure that he'll treat it like treasure either way. because ollie is here and he doesn't hate him. because ollie loves him so much that hate spell doesn't affect him.

'come in,' kimi finally says, swallowing lump in his throat. 'sorry for all that. yeah, let's order room service.'

'you're really weird, man.' ollie shakes his head, thrown off by sudden change of the topic but just going with it because it's kimi. 'i'll order fries?'

'mhm.'

kimi watches ollie from the side and thinks that he's not going to say anything about the hate spell. this tall and lanky puppy faced boy shouldn't know that kimi knows now. kimi smiles and steps closer, sitting next to him on the sofa. ollie is ordering them fries and he doesn't turn to look at him, but his arm instantly lifts up to give kimi space to snuggle to his side. ollie is here and he loves him and he is his. kimi hides his smile, looking down. he likes how it sounds in his head, calling ollie his. without thinking, he turns his head and snuggles further into ollie's chest, practically climbing on his lap.

'spoiled,' ollie mutters affectionately and drops a little kiss on his head. he puts the phone down and then asks: 'by the way, what was all that about hate spell?'

'nothing,' kimi replies, closing his eyes, content to stay here forever. 'nothing.'

a/n: *takes a deep breath* i FINISHED IT finally, my fucking god :') this was in my drafts forever. hopefully you liked it, let me know! <3 - nini

my other formula 1 works are here

#bearnelli #ollie bearman #kimi antonelli #f1 #f1 fic #ka12 #ob87 #oliver bearman #andrea kimi antonelli #mercedes f1 #formula 1 #wrote this and died of cuteness i love these babies!!

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